Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 503

Then let me remind you (4)

“Confucius!”

People in leather clothes prostrated in front of Seol So-baek sitting on a chair. Hot tears flowed from their eyes.

“I'm so glad you're alive! I believed that Confucius must be alive.”

Seol So-baek nodded with a slightly nervous face.

“Thank you for coming this way.”

“Thousands of words! From the moment that wicked Seol Cheon-sang assassinated the former king, we have been waiting only for this day!”

At that time, the female spirit standing next to Seol So-baek resolutely said, looking at the prostrated ones.

“I will no longer use the title Confucius. From now on, I will call you Lord Sogung.”

“You mean Sogung?”

Ms. Horn nodded her head.

“Of course, the correct title should be Gungju, but Lord Sogung declared that he would not use the title Gungju until he defeated Seolcheonsang and became the proud owner of Binggung. So, until that day comes, let me call you Lord Sogung.”

"Yes! All right, my lord! I will dedicate this body for the sake of the North Sea!”

Seol So-baek got up from his seat and took the hands of the prostrated ones.

"thank you. Even your deceased father will be thrilled.”

“Great. Lord Sogung.”

It was a look of genuinely hot emotions.

However, the expressions on the faces of the members of the volcano who watched the scene from the window outside the house were not very pleasant.

“It’s a sight that makes my heart ache.”

"Yeah."

In order to attack Binggung, Han Yi-myeong and Yeo Sa-hon gathered all the powers of the former royal lord who had been hiding in the North Sea.

Some of them knew that Seol So-Baek was alive, while others lived unaware of it.

Of course, it is natural for those who did not know about it to express their emotions, but Seol So-baek's position as he watched the people who were not born with their expectations on him weeping would not be very comfortable.

He is a child who, until a few days ago, did not even know that he was the son of the king.

But he nevertheless was doing his best to somehow fulfill his role.

As he watched it, regret came over him rather than arrogance.

“But there are a lot more people than I thought.”

“That’s right. It seems that there were more people who followed the former royal court than expected.”

Dang So-so, who had listened to Yun-jong and Baek-cheon, shook his head.

“I don’t think so.”

"Well?"

“I talked to him a little bit, and he said that there are henchmen of the former royal lords, but there are also many who have gone into hiding without following either side.”

“Hmm, okay?”

"Yes. They all seem to be gathering after hearing the news this time.”

“People’s mind is a celestial mind.”

It meant that all those who did not dare to fight back even when they saw that Seol Cheon-sang had caused the rebellion rose up with swords this time.

“Does that mean that the situation in the North Sea is not that good?”

“Not necessarily.”

At that moment, everyone's eyes turned to the voice they heard next to them. Two people were approaching them.

“The reason they did not fight against Seolcheong in the past was because they were not convinced that Confucius Seol was alive. Without Confucius Seol Sobaek, even if he could bring down Seol, there would be no one who would become a royal prince.”

"iced coffee."

“So Seol Cheon-sang tried to kill Confucius Seol by all means.”

Baek Chen nodded his head as if he understood.

“So, how much longer do we have to wait?”

“Today, everyone will gather. Those who arrive late will not wait. I will join you even as you advance.”

With those words, Baekcheon confirmed the number of those who had gathered again.

'Two hundred or so?'

If you add those who worked in the ice crystal mines, the total is about four hundred.

“How many samurai are there in Binggung?”

“Even if it doesn’t work, it will become a cloth.”

“… … Thousands.”

Baek Cheon's complexion hardened slightly.

Considering the scale of Binggung seen with the naked eye, that would be natural, but hearing it and checking it out in person was another story.

“There is no chance of winning in a head-to-head confrontation.”

“It is not.”

One person shook his head.

“There must be a lot of people who are against the tyranny of Seolcheon among them. In the meantime, if he finds out that Confucius Xu is alive, he will surely turn around here. No matter what anyone says, Confucius is the enemy of the North Sea.”

Baekcheon nodded his head quietly.

It's not because I believed those words outright, but because I understood what the people on the other side were thinking.

'Considering those who will join in the future, even considering those who are moving from the other side, it cannot be denied that they are inferior in absolute numbers.'

Baek Cheon thought to himself and tried to swear.

"All right. thank you."

Then, the two men smiled.

“He never thought that he would fight alongside the disciples of the volcano. It's really strange to be in a relationship."

“I think so too.”

"thank you. The North Sea will never forget the volcano.”

Two people swarmed and walked away again.

Baekcheon, who looked at his back, frowned slightly. Then, without turning his head, he opened his mouth.

“What do you think?”

“It’s bullshit, what?”

“… … .”

That's a bit too direct.

Baekcheon turned his gaze to Qingming and asked again.

“If there are people who are turning from the other side as I said, wouldn’t it be worth trying to some extent?”

Then, Cheong-myeong, who had been squatting and stabbing Baek-ah in the stomach, waved her hand.

“Being a human is not that simple.”

"Yes?"

“Each person has a different opinion. But when they are grouped together under the name of a group, the opinions of each individual are hidden and disappear, making them invisible.”

“… … .”

“Don’t you think that everyone in the rebel group fights because they desperately want rebellion? People don't really have the intention of doing that, but when they give orders in front of them and see them fighting next to them, they get swept away.”

Qingming said with a smirk.

“I understand that you expect samurai to break out and come out, but will that really happen? Do you think I am not?”

Baekcheon frowned at the words of Cheongmyeong, which seemed to quiver slightly.

'This guy... … .'

A guy who usually only picks up meaningless sounds is strangely sharp at times like this. At times like this, there was a lack of firm conviction in every word, and it shook the listeners.

“Then there is no chance of winning?”

“What other nonsense is that?”

Qingming rubbed his eyes and screamed.

“There is no defeat in my dictionary!”

Baek Cheon's face darkened.

you would

Cheng Myung, who opened his eyes, shoved Baek Ah back into his clothes and said.

“Winning odds and everything is just something people who can't find a way say. In this case, the method is too obvious, isn't it?"

“… … How?”

It wasn't Cheongmyeong who answered Baekcheon's question, but Yuiseol.

“The king.”

“… … Yes?"

Baekcheon tilted his head at her dull voice.

“What do you mean?”

“The North Sea people follow Gungju’s words. A royal court can only become Seolga.”

"Yes."

Cheongmyung shrugged his shoulders and smiled a little.

“Well, I can’t quite understand it, but anyway, it’s good to hear that the North Sea people think that way. It is said that if you pick up every single thing about the palace master who is said to be a snow celestial or something, you can swallow the entire Northern Sea Ice Palace in that moment, whether or not your power is lost.”

“Because there is only Seol So-baek left.”

"Yes."

Baek Cheon shook her head with a stiff face.

If you think that your opponent is one of Snow and Heaven, not the North Sea Ice Palace, your chances are definitely higher.

“But the problem is not that.”

Yoonjong, who was quietly listening to the conversation, said in a low voice.

“What is important is what comes next. We have to deal with the magician.”

“… … .”

When the name "Magyo" came out, everyone's faces turned cold.

“It is the magic that pushed the entire midfield into darkness. Even though there is no Heavenly Demon, will he be able to deal with the Demonic Spirit with just Binggung's power? … .”

At that moment, Cheongmyung opened her mouth wide with her absurd face.

“… … execution."

"Yes?"

"Crazy?"

Yoonjong flinched and turned his gaze to Cheongmyeong. Qingming asked with an absurd face like never before.

“Did you get out of the stomach because your liver was swollen? How about using magic tricks with Binggung?”

“Oh, no. you said... … .”

As Yoonjong mumbled with a slightly dazed face, Cheongmyeong raised his eyes wide.

“… … There is no answer, really.”

And he said with a surprised face.

“They are really Magyo-myeon, Bukhae and Nabal, and I ran away to Jungwon without looking back now. Where are you going to bring in the North Sea Ice Palace (?) to fight the magic? I'd rather fall over with a knife."

“… … then? Are you saying they are not magicians?”

“Magyo is magic. I told you before. Magyo is made up of several parishes. They are just one of them. If you see only one of them moving independently, it’s not even a place with enough power.”

"Ah… … .”

Yoon-jong was about to sigh as if he was a little relieved, but Dang So-so, who had been quietly listening, opened his mouth wide.

“Well, then it’s not even a proper magician, and only one branch is playing with the North Sea at will?”

"Yes."

“… … Oh my gosh."

She was startled and covered her mouth with her hand.

It is fortunate that the people here are not the main forces of the Magyo, but it was really surprising that one of the more than a dozen dioceses had completely taken over the land of the North Sea.

Baek Cheon, who had been thinking about it for a moment, frowned slightly and stared at Cheong Myung.

“But how do you know that?”

“What else are you talking about? If there was a magician’s main body here, all of the Binggung people would have died already.”

“… … .”

"and… … .”

Qingming waved his hand, trying to say something more.

"no. This doesn't mean much. In any case, they are just remnants of the Magician.”

“… … Then things will be a little easier.”

"easy?"

Cheongmyung raised the corners of her lips slightly.

“Listen everyone.”

"Yes?"

“It’s the fate of the midfielder, the resurrection of the devil, everything is fine. Everything is good... … . This fight is not like that. So keep just one thing in your head.”

"What?"

“Never die.”

“… … .”

After a moment's pause, Cheong Myung's face contorted slightly.

“It’s all over. Whether the Heavenly Demon is resurrected or the North Sea is shattered, there are things that will happen if I have to live. So, once you're in danger, run away without looking back. Never risk your life here or do anything stupid. Do you understand what I mean?”

The group of volcanoes looked at him like that with hardened faces.

It's the first time I've seen him say something like this. This meant that, in Qing Ming's mind, this battle would be the harshest battle they had ever faced.

“Don’t worry.”

At that time, Baek Cheon looked straight at Qingming with unshaken eyes and said:

“If you are in a crisis, you will run away without looking back. Even if you ask for help, I will ignore it and run away.”

At that, Qingming grinned.

"okay. So that’s my home.”

Looking at the disciples of Hwasan who looked at each other and smiled happily, Hyeyeon quietly shook her head.

'Amita Buddha.'

Either way, they are difficult to understand.

At that moment, Qingming's eyes lit up.

“Anyway, there is one thing I need to do first.”

The corners of his lips twisted, revealing his white teeth.

“Kill Seolcheonsang and usurp Binggung! First of all, it starts there.”

* * *

Han Yi-myeong and the female souls looked at the people gathered and soothed their shortness of breath.

'This day has come.'

All of them who had gathered were emitting a dazzling light in their eyes.

Just for this moment, I've been holding my breath. And finally, he had the opportunity to open up a new world.

“Say a word.”

“Here, the elder has to come and give it.”

“… … .”

“If Confucius is a symbol, Elder Female should be the focal point. Lead us.”

At the words of Han, Mrs. Horn nodded her head and took a step in front of her. Normally, he would have shown modesty, but now, even the time for that was wasted.

“I am not married to a woman. Do you all remember me?”

“Elder!”

“Elder Il! Of course I remember!”

Those who lined up greeted the wife with a loud voice. Feeling the vigor of her voice, Ms. Horn shook her head loudly.

“All stories are different, but I believe that the will of those gathered here are the same.”

His voice rang out loudly. In the past, he was full of dignity as a second person in Binggung.

“Since that wicked man ascended to the throne of the North Sea Ice Palace, the North Sea has fallen into chaos, and the North Sea people are living in despair every day. But even the author has brought to this land those whom he should have never brought in!”

The female souls made eye contact with each of the gathered people and shouted resolutely.

“Before it’s too late, I want to bring down Seolcheonsang and bring the true enemy of the North Sea to the throne of Gungju! And I will correct all twists and turns! Will you join me in this will of mine?”

At that question, a great shout filled with enthusiasm soared to the ends of the sky.

Ms. Horn clenched her fists, suppressing her trembling chest.

"let's go! Time to reclaim the soul of the North Sea! The North Sea belongs entirely to the North Sea people. Those who trampled on this land with their earthen feet, and those who sold the North Sea to them, I will make them pay for their sins!”

“Oh oh oh oh!”

A roar of shouts resounds.

“Go!”

“Go to Binggung!”

Starting with that sound, those in line started running in one direction.

“It’s a start.”

Baekcheon, who had been watching the scene, turned his head and looked at everyone.

Yoo Eiseol, Yoon Jong, Jo Geol, Cheongmyeong, Dang Soso. And even Hyeyeon.

"let's go."

Hundreds of thousands of eyes gleamed.

“Show those who stand in our way clearly what a volcanic sword is.”

“Yes, Sasuk!”