Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 1010

Purpose of Evil (5)

Mo Yong-gun’s eyes as he quietly looked out the window were indifferent.

The atmosphere was very chaotic. Even though there weren’t many people coming and going, it seemed like hundreds of people were walking up and down the street.

How many times have you looked at it like that?

Sigh.

I heard the door opening.

Mo Yong-gun’s eyes deepened.

There was no sign of anyone coming. This was true even though invisible brain energy was sprinkled throughout the place.

I thought that if the other person had tried to kill me, I would have been defeated without even trying.

Considering his state of being so close to the end of the war, it was truly a terrifying stealth technique.

Prince Moyong slowly turned around.

There was a young man standing there.

Moyong-gun tilted his head.

“It’s a face I’ve never seen before.”

“Yeonhojeong Sobuju sent it.”

“…okay?”

After studying the young man’s face for a long time, Moyong nodded.

“I thought I would hear from you soon. “What did you say?”

The young man took out a letter from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Moyong, who was looking at the table, raised his head.

“Just one letter…”

Prince Moyong was speechless. Because the young man had suddenly disappeared.

It was truly a terrifying stealth technique. I never thought there would be someone in the world who could use stealth techniques to this extent.

‘No, there was one.’

Yeon Ho-jeong said sometime in the past. There is one genius who inherited the martial arts skills of the legendary Salsu Eumsin.

I remembered passingly saying that if he grew up properly, he would be capable of conquering the assassination world in the central region.

‘Could it be that this guy is him?’

If that is true, Yeon Ho-jeong even brought in assassins into the Murim Alliance.

‘You must have proven your identity.’

Even if no one else knows, he must have told the public ambassador or Zhuge Mun-ho. Yeon Ho-jeong would not go out of his way to bring in an assassin of his caliber without even verifying his identity.

Prince Moyong soon gave up his thoughts and opened the letter.

“Hmm.”

His eyes lit up and he picked up the sword he had placed aside.

Puzzle! Grumble!

The letter, burning with brain energy, disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, Prince Moyong also disappeared from the spot.

* * *

The place where Prince Moyong arrived was a fairly large dam near Maengjubu.

hook.

It’s not inside the deck, but on top of the roof.

Yeon Ho-jeong was sitting openly on the roof tiles. Because of the location, no one except Maengjubu could see it, but it was a place where only those with a strong heart could sit.

“Are you here?”

“Nice to meet you, killer.”

Yeon Ho-jeong chuckled.

“Okay, I won’t get angry if you call me that for the time being.”

Prince Moyong was convinced that Yeonhojeong did not kill Namgungin.

“Wow, it’s nice to have a cool breeze.”

Prince Moyong, sitting next to Yeonhojeong, looked at the Maengjubu buildings that lined up.

“Where did you put the axe?”

“It’s a weapon that’s too conspicuous to carry around. “I asked Liang to take care of it.”

“Where did they hide it again?”

“It’s a secret.”

“What is the secret? “It must have been spread around the residence of someone believed to be behind this.”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled strangely.

“How did you know that?”

“I know you as well as you know me.”

“It’s scary. “It wasn’t like this in the past, right?”

“It was about eye contact. Besides, have you experienced something like this once or twice?”

“I’ve never experienced anything like this. “I saw something similar, though.”

“Usually time is money in these kinds of things. You have to be careful, but you have to be fast at the same time. “The fact that you’re asking to see me means that you’ve sorted out your thoughts. Doesn’t that mean that the deployment of troops has already been completed?”

“I thought about it, and I’m really glad I changed my mind. “If the head of the family had that perspective and became a political opponent, it would be truly breathtaking.”

“Stop doing public affairs that don’t work.”

It wasn’t about gongchisa or geumchil.

Now that Mo Yong has changed his mind, he is not as driven as before, but he has become much sharper than before.

Because it has become so sharp, there may be no need for propulsion. What was important was the fact that Moyong was an ally and was very reassuring.

“Anyway, who is that assassin?”

“He’s a guy who has mastered the art of sound.”

“Guangdong?”

“exactly.”

“The talent is crazy. “To be honest, I didn’t even notice anything until I opened the door.”

“He’s the one who penetrates my senses. “It would be terrible.”

Hearing those words, Moyong felt it again. The fact that Yeon Ho-jeong has become a master on a different level than himself.

It’s bittersweet, but somehow my heart is pounding.

Having something to chase after is a blessing. On the contrary, as soon as I let go of my feelings for Meng Juyu, the desire for martial arts that I had forgotten was instantly rekindled.

Mo Yong-gun, who once again consoled his burning passion for victory, asked in a snap.

“So who do you think is the culprit?”

“Before that, let me ask you something.”

“You tell me.”

Yeon Ho-jeong asked with a serious face.

“Do you believe you can control people with words?”

Prince Moyong frowned.

“It doesn’t seem like a joke.”

“No joke.”

“It doesn’t even seem like you’re talking about seduction techniques or anything like that.”

“Of course not.”

“People are influenced by other people. “To put it in a bad way, the fact that children who have been taught by their parents show the same behavior as their parents can be said to be the result of a long period of manipulation.”

“It could be seen as harmless manipulation.”

“I guess so. But why is that happening all of a sudden?”

Yeon Ho-jeong told us in detail what happened in the Namgung family.

His memory was better than anyone else’s. Thanks to this, he was able to convey the conversation he had with Namgung-in without a single mistake.

“….”

Prince Moyong’s eyes deepened.

“So it was suicide?”

“exactly.”

“I thought you didn’t kill him. “But I didn’t believe he really committed suicide.”

“Honestly, I couldn’t even believe it when I saw it right in front of me.”

Moyong-gun stroked his chin.

“…It’s a difficult problem.”

If you are a peak expert, you can do that.

However, transcendental mastery is a state where not only the body but also the spirit is transformed. Although it is too minor to be called a Hwangool transformation, in a larger sense, it can also be said to be a type of Hwangol metamorphosis.

It depends on the person, but if you practice your martial arts to that extent, your top range will grow on its own. Even if it cannot be operated, it can grow.

The fight against the upper class, which is greater than that of ordinary people, soon leads to the strengthening of mental power.

It is true that even though people are born with different natures and personalities, they have stronger mental power than ordinary people. Some people see it as pride and confidence.

Of course, there are many people who reach that point but are easily swayed by the words of others. Of the people Yeon Ho-jeong immediately shocked with his fearsome speaking skills, weren’t most of them masters who had passed the martial arts level?

But suicide is a slightly different issue.

Suicide often begins with questions about one’s identity.

A person with strong mental power commits suicide? It’s really not that easy.

“…?!”

Prince Moyong, who was deep in thought, suddenly had a thought and looked at Yeonhojeong.

Yeon Ho-jeong nodded.

“The head of the family has given up desires that are close to faith.”

“….”

“It is difficult to imagine how great the pain must have been, but we can at least guess that it must have been painful enough to die.”

“…Not enough to die.”

Mo Yong-gun spoke honestly.

“I actually thought about suicide.”

“…I see.”

“If I hadn’t found myself in a hurry, I would have ended my life when the building was closing.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes sparkled.

“Just as I guess.”

“What does it mean?”

“Whether it is a technique or a simple speaking technique, it is very difficult to break through the master’s skill.”

“yes.”

“But it is also true that once it breaks through, you will receive a much bigger shock than an ordinary person.”

“…!!”

A life supported by a strong ego is shattered in an instant.

Of course, the impact is bound to be enormous. From then on, matters of life and death enter the realm of recovery rather than mental strength.

If you recover, you live, and if you don’t, you kill yourself.

It is like a person hanging on to Manjangjeolae by holding only one rope.

“All masters who have reached the highest level have an eccentric temperament. “It’s not that it was that way from the beginning, but because we live with an understanding that cannot be understood with the small human brain, if we don’t constantly practice self-discipline, we may go crazy.”

“….”

“In other words, even a master can commit suicide. On the contrary, once something collapses, it becomes much more difficult to recover than others.”

Mo Yong-gun’s eyes deepened.

I wanted to say that it was possible, but the words couldn’t come out.

The reason was obvious. This is because he himself has already gone through such a process.

“I know several masters who committed suicide out of the blue like Gaju Nangong.”

“….”

“There are many differences in their suicides. But there are also similarities that cannot be ignored. “The thing that pisses me off the most is…”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s face distorted.

“There is a foul odor that can only be described as malice, but it is just a feeling and cannot be explained.”

“Malicious…”

“There must be some purpose. But what can I say… The purpose is the purpose, but I think there are other reasons besides that.”

“What reason are you talking about?”

“I guess I’m complaining because I can’t explain it.”

Prince Moyong did not criticize Yeonhojeong.

Rather, I took his words seriously. It was because he himself knew well how strong Yeon Ho-jeong’s intuition was.

“…So, what you’re saying is that there is someone behind the scenes who not only manipulates people with words, but even causes them to commit suicide, and what they want is not simply chaos among the Murim Alliance?”

“exactly.”

“hmm.”

Mo Yong-gun’s eyes deepened.

“Were there any signs of being brainwashed by the head of the Namgung family?”

“There was none.”

“You can destroy people just by talking….”

“It’s not as difficult as you think.”

“hmm?”

Yeon Ho-jeong looked up at the sky.

“Just one day is enough for a person to go crazy. Furthermore, just one incident is enough.”

“That’s an interesting thing to say.”

“That’s what I heard from a colleague in the past.”

“That is correct. “There are times when we fall apart because of an incident that seems insignificant to others.”

“Everyone lives in darkness. “Depending on how you stimulate that darkness, even a person who lived like a saint can become a rare villain.”

“It’s just one choice…”

“Father said it was a line.”

Moyong, who was shaking his head, asked again.

“So who do you think is behind it?”

Yeon Ho-jeong quietly looked at Mo Yong-gun.

Prince Moyong frowned.

“Did you really doubt me?”

“He was one of the people I suspected.”

“…Well, that could be possible. “If you think back to what the Namgung family leader said about the Sejak unit and such.”

“You’re smart, after all.”

“But it looks like I’m out of line with the dragon.”

“I am sure now. “The head of the family is not behind this.”

“That intuition is so easy. So who do you think you are?”

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was silent for a moment, spoke as if sighing.

“The head of the family came to the Murim Alliance alone.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden? “Just give me an answer.”

“Then when did the leader of the Gangseo Sangmu Association, to which the head of the family belongs, join the Murim Alliance?”

“…what?”

“When did the genius who was personally appointed as the leader of the Sangmu Alliance join the alliance?”

“…?!”

Mo Yong-gun’s face hardened.

“You sure?”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s expression became indifferent.

“What is his name?”