Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 91.

Dream of being in the same room and in different places (3)

Cracking.

The muscles of the arm that pulled the string were tense.

fillet.

Thick veins appeared on the forearm that strangled the old man.

It was a sharp confrontation. With Baek Gung-cheon’s skills, he could have aimed for any part of Yeon Ho-jeong’s body that was revealed behind the old man.

The problem is that Yeon Ho-jeong is also not an average person. If you miss, the old man’s neck will be broken immediately.

“….”

A heavy silence fell.

Baekgungcheon, who was glaring at Yeonhojeong with harsh eyes, slowly lowered his bow.

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.

“You thought well.”

“Free the hostage.”

“As expected, it had utility value as a hostage. “I can never let you go.”

Baek Gong-cheon’s face distorted.

Yeon Ho-jeong opened his mouth.

“What is your name?”

“I have no name to tell you.”

“I knew it would be like that. “Then let me ask you one question.”

“….”

“Are you an alumni of Mukbi?”

Bai Gongqian still did not respond.

It seemed like he had no intention of answering. Yeon Ho-jeong strengthened his arms.

fillet.

“Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr torrrrrrrrrrr

The old man’s face turned blue.

Baek Gong-cheon’s eyes trembled.

“Who is Mukbi?”

“You don’t know how to remain silent?”

“I do not know.”

“The new method of shooting is to lower the posture by half an inch to an inch before aiming and shooting.”

“…!”

“You even used dragon apo there. But you don’t know how to remain silent?”

A look of astonishment appeared on Baek Gong-cheon’s face.

“Who are you to know Yong-Apo?!”

Yeon Ho-jeong was speechless for a moment.

‘You’re an interesting friend.’

The destructive archery skills shown yesterday were truly at an incredible level. The magic of archery without any waste was enough to make the world hear the praise of masters.

But it’s too honest. He was a person who was naturally blunt, but his honest nature was clearly visible on his face.

“I was the one who asked the question. I will ask you one last question. “Do you really not know how to remain silent?”

“…I do not know. “There is no ghost archer with that name.”

Without even realizing it, I brought up the word ‘gwigungsu’. But he didn’t even realize it himself.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes deepened.

‘Was it an alias?’

That might be true. In fact, there were not many martial artists in Kangho who were active under their real names.

“What is a demon archer?”

Baek Gong-cheon closed his mouth. Only then did he realize his mistake.

Yeon Ho-jeong continued.

“You killed openness. The situation has become big enough. “If you don’t plan on escalating the situation further, it’s better to answer gently.”

“…Let him go.”

“I wouldn’t have captured you if you were going to let me go.”

“Don’t you have any pride? “You should consider it a shame to use that skill to take a helpless old man hostage.”

“You keep making provocations that won’t even work. “This is a fight, not a fight.”

Yeon Ho-jeong glanced at the old man.

“And you’re a helpless old man?”

“…?”

“You’ve got some useful internal power sealed away. Even though the skin is saggy, the muscles are quite strong. “It takes quite a bit of training to maintain this level of body and strength.”

“what…?”

“It looks like they didn’t check it properly.”

Tuk.

Yeon Ho-jeong pointed out the old man’s demonic blood. The old man’s body became numb and stiff.

“The rebound force is considerable even when touching the demon blood. “If I hadn’t used Jinki more than this, I wouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

Baek Gong-cheon’s eyes wavered.

I saw firsthand the process of tracing the demon blood. The other person’s fingers clearly hesitated. I felt strong resistance in the blood.

It takes top-notch internal strength to unconsciously create that level of resistance.

‘That level of skill? how?’

Baek Gong-cheon looked into the eyes of old man Gao Ping.

Gopyeong’s eyes were shaking as if there had been an earthquake. He was unable to open his mouth as if he was covered in both demonic blood and subcutaneous blood.

“…Old Man Go?”

The Gopyeong he knew was an ordinary person who didn’t have even a fingernail of skill. He was a famous doctor unknown to the world who devoted his entire life to medicine.

“Chaksimhong is like that too.”

Baek Gung-cheon looked at Yeon Ho-jeong again.

He pinpointed the hostage’s demonic blood and even sealed his blood. Still, there were no gaps. I wrapped my forearm around Gopyeong’s neck, but even the slightest amount of force would have compressed his carotid artery.

“Since when did chaksimhong become a poison that sucks people’s life force? “Such poison is extremely rare even in the poison series.”

“…You mean it’s not?”

“of course.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes were extremely cold as he glanced down at Gopyeong.

“Chaksimhong is a type of calm poison. It sticks to internal organs of the body and causes degeneration. Among them, it has a particularly strong effect on the heart, and this is a characteristic that comes from a modification of the poison obtained from minerals.”

“…!”

“But it doesn’t work for people who have a strong body and have some freedom in receiving and receiving internal forces. This is because the true energy releases poison before it settles in the organs. In other words, it is a medium-low product that is almost ineffective for masters who have honed their skills above a certain level.”

Chaksimhong was a poison used only by a few people in the back alleys of Heukdo.

In other words, it is not easy to find out even if you try. Moreover, not many people wanted to find out about it.

This is because there are countless poisons stronger than Chaksim Hong. It may work against a third-rate gangster or a common black sword sect, but it does not work against an expert.

There was even a time when Yeon Ho-jeong got ripped off for being mistaken.

Still, it was fine. This is because as soon as it was inhaled, Hongcheongi (洪天氣) released poisonous air. Even the heart disappeared without being able to touch it due to the cold weather.

A master of the order of Baek Gung-cheon was poisoned by the poison of such a low-class person? This is nonsense.

“In other words, I don’t know if this guy is a congressman, but he’s not the weakling you think he is, and he’s not addicted to the devil.”

Baek Gong-cheon’s expression distorted.

He asked Gopyeong.

“Is what that young man said right?”

He was in a state of severe pain and was unable to speak.

Baek Gung-cheon said to Yeon Ho-jeong.

“Relieve the old man’s pain.”

“hate.”

“what?”

Yeon Ho-jeong poured out cruel words.

“It removed illusions and revealed the truth. But I’m not the kind of person who gives unreasonable favors to people I have no relationship with.”

“…?!”

“What is a noble archer? “Explain from that.”

Tsutsutsu.

A deadly force bloomed from Baek Gong-cheon’s body.

It wasn’t just living. There was an honest sense of urgency in his life. It is a waste of one hour.

“This is not the time to play with words! “Hurry and release him!”

“You are not in a position to give orders to me. “If you don’t want to waste more time, just answer my questions.”

“profit!”

“right now.”

Although Yeon Ho-jeong told him to speak quickly, there was no sign of urgency on his face.

The cold expression and words and actions urging an answer put strong pressure on the other person. Even if the situation is similar, the appearance shown is completely different from that of Baekgungcheon.

Finally, Baek Gong-cheon opened his mouth.

“Gwigungsu refers to the new candidate for the god of worship in Gwanilgok.”

“Gwanilgok? What is that? “Is this a group that has archers like you?”

Gwanilgok was a name that should not be known to the world.

But Baek Gong-cheon was anxious. If Gopyeong really wasn’t a lawmaker he knew, he had to find another lawmaker as quickly as possible.

“Yes.”

“A sect I’ve never heard of.”

“Gwanilgok is not a sect of Kangho. “It is a murderous religion that exists to serve the sun god and kill him at the same time.”

It meant a religion that kills God, that is, a religion that kills God.

Yeon Ho-jeong frowned.

‘Cult of Assassin…?’

He recalled the words of silence from the past.

‘Their gods are base. That’s why I hate Saeumgyo.’

It was a rare moment for Mukbi, who did not speak much or show much emotion, to show his anger.

“They say they’re not from the martial arts sect, but they seem to be teaching great archery.”

“Of course. The only way to kill the sun god is archery. Just as Huye in the myth felled the nine suns by shooting an arrow, we too are trying to reach the sky through archery.”

Yeon Ho-jeong shook his head.

‘I don’t even know what you’re talking about.’

Mukbi never said anything about this. In any case, they also seemed to be some kind of religious group.

‘hmm?’

Yeon Ho-jeong asked again after a sudden thought.

“It seems like there are only a few of them, right?”

“What are you saying?”

“The archers of Gwanilgok, the group you belong to. And what is Yesin?”

The urgency on Baek Gong-cheon’s face became increasingly intense.

“Hasn’t I told you enough! Him now…!”

fillet.

Gopyeong’s face turned red.

Baek Gong-cheon gritted his teeth.

“…In order to become the royal god of Gwanilgok, noble archers must compete with each other.”

“Contest?”

“I’m talking about a slaughter war of death and killing.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes sparkled.

“Is the one person who survives the Yesin or something?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sure we’re not still in that competition right now?”

“right! So release him now!”

A slaughter battle to become a royal servant.

‘Then silence?’

Was he the only one who survived?

But why didn’t I go back and become a Yesin or something? Was there some reason?

“I will ask the last question.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes sank.

Even in the midst of his urgency, Baek Gung-cheon realized. The question right now is the most important to that guy.

“My current age would be around… mid-twenties. He is a little less than six feet tall, and like you, he mainly uses a square bow rather than a large bow. The main martial artist is….”

“Baekhyang (白享)?!”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes widened.

“Baekhyang?”

Baek Gong-cheon, who was unable to speak for a moment, stuttered.

“Are you acquainted with Hyang?”

It’s a friendly tone. It’s as if you’re calling a brother, cousin, or close friend.

“It’s not like we’re acquaintances… but from what I’ve heard, it seems like it’s true.”

“As for the age and height you mentioned, it’s just the scent. Among the noble archers who participated in this competition, the only one who is in his mid-twenties is Hyang. And Hyangi uses the Gakgung.”

“…good. “Then where is Baekhyang?”

“I do not know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know the exact location. However, there is a high probability that it is near Palgongsan Mountain. “Because he hasn’t moved once since the competition started.”

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was quietly glaring at Baek Gung-cheon, let Go Pyeong go.

Baek Gong-cheon’s eyes sparkled.

Tooung!

“Wow!”

Gopyeong let out a heavy breath. The wind that raged in the air relieved the pain.

It was a high-level internal attack skill. Not only was he good at shooting arrows, but his knowledge and training in all martial arts was at a top level.

Baek Gung-cheon raised the high pyeong. It was almost like being grabbed by the collar.

“Is what that young man said true?”

“Cough! Oh, how can you say that! “You really think I tricked you!”

“…It’s okay, I don’t need anything else. “I’ll just ask you this.”

Baekongcheon’s eyes sparkled fire.

Indescribable emotions were overwhelming those who encountered them. Gopyeong’s face hardened.

“You can heal Ga-ryeong’s body, right?”

“….”

“Why can’t you speak! “I asked if the seven syllable veins could be cured!”

At that time, Yeon Ho-jeong spoke.

“Septasyllabic vein?”

Baek Gung-cheon looked at Yeon Ho-jeong.

Yeon Ho-jeong tilted his head.

“Seven syllables? “Isn’t it the nine-syllable vein?”

“…what?”

“Where is the seven-syllable vein? “Wasn’t it the nine syllable veins that cause excessive negative energy to accumulate and cause all eight vital organs to freeze and even life to end?”

“…?!”

“You pick only seven of the eight axes and freeze them? Are there such delicate diseases?”

Baek Gong-cheon glared at Gao Pyeong.

Yeon Ho-jeong frowned.

“Isn’t that a pure fraud?”