Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Chapter 510

Episode 510

Power and Wall (3)

Yang Cheon’s appearance as he sat at the Taesa Temple was truly as good as that of an emperor.

To his left and right, countless masters were lined up, slightly bowed. He was standing motionless, wearing not a military uniform, but luxurious clothing that only high-ranking officials of the imperial palace would wear.

It was a truly majestic sight.

It was as if I was watching the emperor’s grand hall where civil and military officials gathered. Although Daejeon is not a very luxurious place, the prayers of the masters and the breathtakingly sharp atmosphere make this place more noble and dangerous than any other place.

There were three disciples standing behind Yang Chen.

The Great Disciple Yeopseong, Lee Jaeja, Buseon, and the Third Disciple Jeon Hong.

Ye Sheng deliberately did not control his characteristic roughness, and Bu Xian also did not control his own sharp energy. Jeon Hong, whose right arm was cut off by Kang Ryang, also seemed to have no intention of hiding his fierce energy.

And Yangcheon’s ocean-like prayers so easily embraced the disciples’ prayers and moved forward, shaking the entire place.

“….”

Daejeon is extremely quiet.

It was such a silence that if even a single needle fell, the sound would be reminiscent of thunder. Everyone here was wary of even fluttering the hem of their clothes.

‘That’s interesting.’

Yang Cheon, sitting in the royal palace, had his eyes closed.

He was once again amazed at this moment.

‘It’s an alliance with the Murim Alliance… I said it first, but now that this moment has come, my feelings are really complicated.’

A brief meeting with the leaders of the Murim Alliance?

It wasn’t like this back then. We just exchanged the answers we each wanted and the trust we each wanted. The place was like that.

It was different now.

In fact, a warrior dispatched by the Murim Alliance, a representative of the Murim Alliance, entered his castle.

That fact was making Yang Cheon feel unique.

‘I don’t even know my own feelings… It’s a rare experience. But…’

It’s not bad.

Yang Chen closed his eyes and a small smile appeared on his lips.

‘Even enemies who have bitten each other for hundreds of years can join hands for a common goal. ‘That’s what the world of Moorim is like.’

Yang Cheon was once again impressed. The unexpectedness that Kangho spews out in each era and the bloody causality that makes that unexpectedness inevitable.

After a while.

Baek Seo’s voice was heard beyond the closed gates of Daejeon.

“I brought you a guest, my lord.”

Flash!

Yang Cheon’s eyes opened.

“Möshera.”

Wooooow.

The voice of Mukryongbuju, the king of fighting in Yangcheon, became a single sound and traversed the air of Daejeon.

Crumbling.

The huge gates of Daejeon began to open.

The sound itself of opening was different from before. A roar echoing through the main hall emitted an eerie and majestic sound, as if a wild beast the size of a house was growling.

Jeez.

An entrance that is not visible from Taesa Temple.

From there, the sound of footsteps on the long stairs leading to the center of Daejeon rang out.

Jeez. Jeez.

It is a confident step without even a hint of caution.

But it didn’t sound arrogant. It was a sound of footsteps that exuded infinite freedom, majesty, and respect for the other person.

You can read the other person’s temperament and thoughts just by the sound of their footsteps. Yang Chen’s smile deepened.

‘You’ve become stronger.’

Every time we meet again, it shows a completely different side.

Yangcheon was finally able to see that the cheeky dispatcher had embarked on the path of light that leads to Mukuk.

A new world that is difficult to understand no matter what expressions are used by those who have not entered this realm, which is both an illusion and a non-fiction itself.

‘Just because a few months have passed, have we reached a different level from then? What an amazing guy.’

After a while.

Little by little, Yeonhojeong’s figure began to emerge from the top of the stairs.

From the head, shoulders, upper body and then both legs.

Yeonhojeong’s appearance, slowly revealed, was also dazzling. The light on the clothes had faded slightly due to the long journey, but the unique mysterious prayer covered up all the dirt on the clothes.

Ye Sheng’s eyes lit up.

He was inwardly surprised by the change in Yeonhojeong.

‘completely different.’

The person itself seems to have changed since I met him on the street.

At that time, he looked like a moderately tired and upright scholar, but now he was showing off the air of a mysterious expert who had fallen from another world.

Of course, I still couldn’t feel the martial artist’s characteristic sharp prayer. So I wondered if he had learned martial arts.

However, regardless of his martial arts skills, the person himself seemed amazing.

A momentum that no one can rashly do. It was an amazing presence that clearly conveyed the feeling of being alone, no matter what the surrounding environment.

‘At least.’

Ye Sheng glanced at Yang Chen.

‘He’s not the kind of person who praises just anyone. Definitely at that level.’

Whatever it is, an ordinary person will have unimaginable abilities.

Sreuk.

Soon, Yeon Ho-jeong stood in the center of the red carpet leading to the Taesa Temple.

Paeyul and Kang-ryang stood behind him. If you look closely, their spirit was also amazing, but their concentration on Yeonhojeong was so strong that almost no one was looking at them.

Yangcheon and Yeonhojeong looked at each other like that.

Yangcheon was the first to open his mouth.

“Are you here?”

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was quietly looking at Yang Cheon, got down on one knee and bowed his head.

“Yeon Ho-jeong, the general manager of the Murim Alliance’s military, meets with Yang Cheon Dae-hyeop, the head of the Black Blade Alliance’s Mukryongbu.”

It was a wonderful speech and action.

Yeonhojeong’s appearance was full of luxurious etiquette, like an envoy meeting an emperor of a foreign country.

Yang Chen nodded.

“You had a hard time coming this far.”

When Yeon Ho-jeong showed up like that, I couldn’t treat him like Yang Cheon in private.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s words and actions not only strengthened his own status as the ruler of Mukryongbu, but also reaffirmed the alliance between Mengbu (??).

“Is there an official letter?”

“That’s right.”

Yang Chen looked to the left. There stood the head of Mukryongbuju’s new personal guard, Mukryongdae (???).

“Take it.”

“yes.”

He walked up to Yeon Ho-jeong at a fast pace, took the letter, and went up the stairs.

Yang Chen nodded.

The Great Lord of the Ink Dragon opened the letter and read it.

“Dear leader of the Black Island Alliance and great expert of the Gangho, Lord Mukryong, all members of the Murim Alliance serve…”

The voice of Lord Mukryong was deep and resonant. It can be said to be the perfect voice for reading official letters sent from the Murim Alliance.

While he was reading the letter in a heavy voice, Yang Cheon and Yeon Ho Jeong’s eyes met.

The two people exchanged conversation only with their eyes, without any sound.

‘Did you catch Sejak?’

‘It was difficult, but I got it.’

‘I guess the atmosphere of the Murim League makes no sense.’

‘It’s pretty bloody.’

‘There will be a lot of work to do here too. ‘Relax.’

‘Boss Manager Yang should do the same.’

After a while, the voice of the Great Lord of the Ink Dragon quieted down.

“…Hereinafter, The Tale of the Twelve Feng Kongs of the Murim League.”

The Master of the Ink Dragon folded the letter again and returned to his original position.

Yang Chen’s eyes deepened.

“The Murim League will be run in the form of a semi-monarchy?”

Yeon Ho-jeong lowered his head.

“That’s right.”

“You said we should hold hands together, but then you kicked me out like this?”

It was a statement that could have chilled the atmosphere.

Yeon Ho-jeong naturally accepted his words.

“Bears hibernating in the winter is a strategy to prepare for a better spring rather than simply survive.”

“is it?”

“yes.”

“As a Hana dispatcher, if you work here, you will often need help from the Murim Alliance.”

“So, it is a semi-bonded gate rather than a full gate.”

“Whether it is just a full-fledged letter or a half-hearted statement, the intention to ultimately reduce external affairs is clear. What would you do if you had to deal with your enemies with only the strength of your headquarters?”

“That’s why I came here.”

“Oh, is it safe to say that you represent the will of the Murim Alliance?”

“We are at a point where an unprecedented war against an enemy is just around the corner. “The Murim Alliance is not stupid enough to send a fool who only knows how to take responsibility without giving him that much authority.”

Yeon Ho-jeong raised his head.

His shining eyes penetrated directly into Yang Chen’s eyes.

“All authority and responsibility belongs to me while I am deployed. “You can clarify that part.”

The corners of Yang Chen’s mouth rose.

“You can believe that, right?”

“If you don’t believe me, cut off your head right away.”

“Hehehe!”

Yang Chen burst out laughing.

The tense atmosphere was softened by the cheerful laughter of a man who could not hide his selfishness even though it was a public event.

“It is a distribution road that discusses the world. “The confidence of a joljangbu who does not value his own life is only ridiculed, but the life of Geumgangsa, who carried countless lives on his shoulders, shines with a value that cannot be bought with any treasure.”

Yang Chen nodded.

“The Mukryongbu has finally reviewed the training proposal with the White Path Alliance Murim League. “As a result of the review, I felt that there was sufficient trust in the messenger’s remarks.”

“….”

“After this time, the Mukryongbu and the Baekdo Murim Alliance are brothers.”

Everyone here felt a shiver running down their spines.

This is a historic moment when black and white truly join hands. All of them felt an indescribable emotion just by being here, a moment worthy of being recorded in the Book of Wulin History.

“I will issue an order to the entire Black Island. From now on, any provocation or attack against the Baekdo clan is prohibited. “Unless the White Island side breaks this covenant first, our Black Island side will never touch the other side.”

Yang Chen nodded.

“Everyone, please leave. “We will prepare an event to celebrate today’s event, which will be remembered forever in the history of Heukdo, once the dispatchers’ stress is relieved.”

The warriors lined up all kneeled down.

“I accept your orders!”

“And let Yeon Ho-jeong, the dispatch representative, stay for a while.”

After a while.

“Whoa, it’s hot.”

Yang Chen’s posture became a little more relaxed.

“I thought I was getting used to it, but I can’t even handle this formality.”

Yeonho-jeong also sat down on the spot.

“I almost got goosebumps.”

“That’s what I said.”

Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Okay. “But let’s start by listening to our future plans.”

Yang Cheon stuck out his tongue.

“Are we going to talk about work already? “Aren’t you tired?”

“I feel like I’m going to die of exhaustion. “But I want to relieve my fatigue by knowing how my lord will use me in the future.”

“I’ll hear it later, though?”

“Let’s first check if my ominous thoughts are correct.”

A wicked smile was etched on Yang Chen’s face.

“What are those ominous thoughts of yours?”

“Seongcheon.”

Yeon Ho-jeong quenched his appetite.

“No matter how much I think about it, that’s all there is to it. “The conversation at that time was the same.”

“As expected, I have a good feeling.”

“…Really?”

Yang Cheon took out a small letter from his pocket and threw it away.

Yeon Ho-jeong tilted his head after receiving the letter.

“What is this again?”

“What do you think?”

“What are you talking about, no pun intended?”

“The location of the person I want is written there.”

“…?”

“He’s probably the easiest of all the crazy people in Seongcheon.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes deepened.

“Who?”

Yang Chen’s face also became serious.

“King Chang (??).”