Divine Demonic Path Chapter 74 : It's a Smell That's Seeped into My Body

The huge body was sent flying back.

For a mont, everyone who was watching just stood there like people in a picture.

"Fortress, fortress master!"

The vice fortress master of Dongjia Fortress was startled late and ran.

As he was looking at Fan Zhong, who was lying on the ground, he slightly opened his eyes.

"Ah, damn it, how embarrassing. Should I just pretend to be unconscious?"

"Damn it, that's more embarrassing."

"Did you say damn it?"

"No."

Fan Zhong, who had glared with his axe-like eyes, slowly got up and shook his head.

It was a strong shock that made his vision shake at once.

"Damn it, my reputation is really in tatters."

"Then why didn't you pick up the axe?"

"He's a kid."

"Is there a kid who can send a mountain bandit leader flying?"

"A Green Forest hero."

"Even if you wrap shit..."

"I know. I know."

Fan Zhong, who had completely gotten up, approached his original position with a swagger.

Cho Myung was standing in the spot where he had sent Fan Zhong flying.

"Why are you going all out from the beginning!"

"Because I was afraid my clothes would get torn."

He had sent him flying because he was afraid his clothes would get torn during the fight.

He was a really absurd brat.

As absurd as he was, he also had the skill.

"Is it expensive?"

"It's sothing my deceased master left . But you're not unconscious?"

Cho Myung tilted his head.

It was because he thought he had hit him with enough force to make him faint. It seed there were people who were different from what they looked like.

"I don't know what fainting is."

Fan Zhong, who had grabbed the axe handle he had set on the ground.

When he slowly lifted the axe, his montum burst out like an active volcano.

Roar!

A trendous pressure that made the atmosphere tremble swept over.

Cho Myung, who saw that, clenched his two fists again and took the fighting stance of the Hundred Strikes Art.

Thud!

The ground burst.

It was because Fan Zhong had struck it with his axe.

"......!"

Cho Myung made a puzzled face.

It was because Fan Zhong had struck the ground, not him, and then had thrown the axe behind him. In addition, he had withdrawn the overwhelming energy.

"A loss is a loss. Let's stop."

"I didn't lose."

"I said I lost!"

"......!"

"What's your na?"

"Ban Myung."

"I'm Xiong Fu, Fan Zhong."

"Yes."

"If we et next ti, let's just acknowledge each other instead of fighting with our fists."

"Yes."

When Cho Myung just answered obediently, Fan Zhong made a face as if he had seen a strange brat and then chuckled.

"If possible, don't run into the Green Forest mountain fortresses. Since I lost after the Pyeongsan Fortress Master, soone else might step forward."

"Why?"

"There are people who think that if you fight, you can lose like , but there are also many people who get angry as if their pride has been trampled and their honor has fallen to the ground."

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong. If I had to say, it would be in your fist."

"......?"

"Forget it. You'll find out as you bump into things. Go."

"Yes."

Although he answered, Cho Myung, who had beco sowhat embarrassed, looked back at Eom Tak and the others.

Eom Tak nodded and then moved in the direction they were going, and Cho Myung also moved in that direction.

But at this ti, Ilpyeong quickly ran and stood in front of Fan Zhong.

"What are you?"

"I'm Myung's sworn brother."

"Ah, are you?"

"Yes, so. Those people over there are not our party."

Ilpyeong pointed at the Taegang Escort Agency.

Fan Zhong, who had confird the Taegang Escort Agency along Ilpyeong's finger, looked back at Ilpyeong again.

"But?"

"If you have sothing to receive, like a toll or whatever, please receive it thoroughly."

Ilpyeong's face was full of a smile. There was also the satisfaction of being able to return what he had received. But his smile did not last long.

"I've already received it."

"Already?"

"He gave it to as soon as he saw ."

"How much did you receive? Did you receive a lot?"

"He said it was prepared by the head of the agency, so it must be as much as he should have received."

"You should have received more."

"......?"

"Do you know why Pyeongsan Fortress Master and Myung fought? A fight broke out because that person passed us on to the Pyeongsan Fortress Master, saying we were not his party."

Ilpyeong, who was pointing at Yang Gyeongpil and fuming with anger.

At that sight, Fan Zhong frowned.

"Revenge?"

"I was told that you have to know how to repay what you've received to be a man."

"Man or whatever, you're trying to get revenge using ."

Sohow the words were strange and the expression was fierce.

Ilpyeong was startled and quickly ran away.

"Myung! You have to go with this big brother!"

At Ilpyeong's shout, Cho Myung stopped walking and waited.

Fan Zhong, who saw that, shouted loudly.

"Hey, Ban Myung! If you have nowhere to go after parting with those guys, co to !"

"Yes!"

When Cho Myung answered from a distance, Ilpyeong shouted even louder.

"A mountain bandit is absolutely not an option! If that's the case, let's travel together with this big brother until we die!"

Cho Myung did not answer.

Because he had already said when they beca a party that they could part ways when the ti ca.

Fan Zhong, who had been watching them get farther away, chuckled and withdrew his gaze.

"What's so funny? You've been embarrassed in front of the whole Green Forest."

"You can lose when you fight."

"You didn't even fight properly."

"He's a kid."

"A kid who sent the fortress master flying."

"If I had fought properly... His clothes would have been in tatters. He said it was sothing his deceased master left him, so that's not right."

"Ha, really."

"Let's go back. I have to go and rest."

"What did you do to rest?"

"Because it hurts."

"......!"

"That brat's fist... it felt like I was hit with so kind of strong qi."

"Is it that strong?"

"You'll see. The day will surely co when you'll praise for ending it well without fighting."

The vice fortress master made a surprised face.

Because the fortress master was not one to joke about martial arts or combat.

"Is a real divine dragon out, what's going on?"

The vice fortress master, who was muttering and looking back, saw Cho Myung walking with his arm around Ilpyeong's shoulder. Far from being a divine dragon, he looked completely ordinary.

"He definitely said Xiong Fu, Fan Zhong, right?"

"Yes. I heard so too."

"If there aren't two Xiong Fu in the Green Forest, then he's one of the seventy-two villains of the Green Forest."

Eom Tak, who was making a surprised face while talking, and Gwak Gyeong, who was nodding in agreent.

The two simultaneously looked back at Cho Myung.

Since it was not a proper fight, it was impossible to jump to a conclusion about who was stronger, but what was certain was that Cho Myung's martial arts were at least at a level to be compared with the seventy-two villains of the Green Forest. Otherwise, Xiong Fu would not have let him go so obediently.

"I knew it when he sent Yang Pyo-du flying, but at that age... huh, he's really unbelievably great."

"That's right."

Gwak Gyeong's face, who was answering, looked stiff.

How could he not know Gwak Gyeong's feelings after traveling together for several years?

"He'll leave soon, right?"

"Because we're too different."

"Yes, we're too different. A big guy should play in big water."

Eom Tak, who had nodded his head, suddenly put his arm around Gwak Gyeong's shoulder. It ant that the small guys should go to the end together in a friendly way.

***

Guiyang, Guizhou Province.

A city located in the middle of Guizhou Province, it is a region where it is good for people to live, looking only at the weather, as it is not hot in the sumr and not cold in the winter.

But since most of the land of Guizhou was located south of the center of the continent, it was a gray area where the Orthodox and Demonic Factions were mixed.

Since it was a region where disputes between martial arts sects and fights between martial artists were endless, it could never be a good land for ordinary people to live in.

On the other hand, for those with power and influence, it was also a fertile place where they could rake in money.

In addition, the power structure of Guizhou Province was reorganized due to the Orthodox-Demonic War that had ended three years ago.

So of the large forces that had been caught up in the Orthodox-Demonic War had lost their leaders and had been dismantled.

An empty seat is bound to be coveted by soone, and even after three years, the power structure was not completely ford, so a bloody battle broke out every other day, and thanks to that, wandering ronin were flocking to Guizhou Province, especially to Guiyang.

"There are fifteen large and small forces in Guiyang alone. Among them, there are six that have so power, and among them, there are three that can aim for the hegemony of Guiyang."

"It's been three years, which is a long ti, so what's the reason they're still just spilling blood?"

"Because the big guys can't overwhelm the small guys. They have to overwhelm them to draw the small forces under their command and have a go with the other big guys, but since they're all so-so, the small forces don't move."

"The big guys are wary of each other and are trying to draw in the small guys, and the small guys are bickering among themselves to increase their power a little."

"It seems so."

"Then where should we go?"

"First, let's exclude the small places. If we go into such a place, it's obvious that we'll be caught in the fight of the big guys. Let's also exclude the places with an overly prominent Demonic Faction tendency. Such a place is a thorough law of the jungle, so it will be the worst for us who are weak. Then there are three places left."

Guiyang rchant Alliance.

Zhiren Baijia.

Yifeng Hall.

"Which place are you thinking of, big brother?"

"Zhiren Baijia, which is said to be an old prestigious family of Guiyang, is a closed place, and Yifeng Hall has too prominent an Orthodox Faction tendency, so there is a high risk of being attacked jointly."

"Then you're saying we should go to the Guiyang rchant Alliance?"

"The treatnt there is said to be the best. And it's easy to work on the side of the rchants and easy to get out."

At Eom Tak's explanation, Gwak Gyeong nodded his head.

As always, they had to receive a reasonable amount, fight a reasonable amount, and then get out at a reasonable ti.

In many ways, the Guiyang rchant Alliance was tempting.

But at this ti, Ilpyeong, who had only followed the choices of the two until now, interjected.

"Let's choose differently this ti."

Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong looked at him.

"Since Myung is the strongest, let's follow Myung's choice."

At Ilpyeong's words, the two looked back at Cho Myung.

They did not say anything against it. When you think about it, since Cho Myung was the strongest, his opinion was important.

"I'll follow your choice."

Ilpyeong said with a grin.

Cho Myung, who had been blinking his eyes, said without thinking for long.

"I'd like to go to the weakest place."

It was an unexpected word.

Everyone looked at him with a face that said they had not expected it.

"Why?"

"Because I want to help."

An unexpected reason for an unexpected choice.

What could they do when he said so?

Gwak Gyeong and Ilpyeong looked at Eom Tak.

"Th-then it's Yifeng Hall."

"I hope they're not bad people."

"Then it's even more Yifeng Hall."

"Okay. Let's go there."

***

Yifeng Hall.

It was a force that had existed long before the Orthodox-Demonic War that had ended three years ago.

It was a force ford with the purpose of the like-minded martial artists of Guizhou Province, which had beco a gray area with the Orthodox and Demonic Factions mixed, gathering together, and Yifeng becoming a typhoon and a storm to cleanly sweep away the ruffians of Guizhou Province.

"What are your nas?"

"I am Eom Tak, and this is Gwak Gyeong, Ilpyeong, and Ban Myung."

"State your ranks."

"These three are of the C-rank, and this friend here is of the B-rank."

The ranks of the ronin were divided into A, B, C, and D.

If you had the skill to be compared with the seventy-two villains of the Green Forest, you were of the A-rank. But since he was so young, there was a high chance that they would not believe it. So he had said he was of the B-rank. After all, a awl in a pocket is bound to be revealed soday. There was no harm in starting with the B-rank.

At the words of the B-rank, Zhong Liguan looked at Cho Myung.

Although it would depend on the detailed ranks of high, middle, and low among the B-rank, the B-rank itself was a very precious ti.

"Is that true?"

"How can I lie about sothing that will be revealed anyway?"

"That's true."

After all, the hiring fee was a post-paynt system.

Since it was paid once every half a month, it was bound to be revealed how skilled they were within that ti. If they had been bold enough to deceive, they would have to pay the price. Of course, if it was true, they would receive the appropriate treatnt.

"Take this. Red is for the B-rank, and blue is for the C-rank. Tie it on your arm."

Zhong Liguan, who had glanced at Cho Myung, handed over four long pieces of cloth like hair ties.

One was red, and three were blue.

Eom Tak handed the red one to Cho Myung and divided the three blue ones.

"You must have seen the five tents outside on your way here. When you go out, go to the tent at the very end on the right and unpack your things. Mak Lip is the leader of that group, so you can follow him."

"I understand."

Eom Tak, who had nodded his head, went out with the three.

Zhong Liguan looked at Cho Myung once more.

"I can't tell no matter how much I look... surely it's not a lie."

The Cho Myung party went to the last tent.

"We're new. Who is the leader, Mak Lip?"

As soon as they entered, Eom Tak asked.

Then a man from the innermost bed got up and looked this way. He was a man in his forties who looked quite strong.

"It's . How long have you been wandering?"

"My younger brothers have been for five or six years, and I've been for almost ten years."

"Then there's nothing much to tell you. Just take any empty spot."

Mak Lip, who had nodded his head, lay down again.

At that, it was when Eom Tak was looking around the room for an empty spot.

"Hehehehe! Who is this?"

Suddenly, a gloomy voice was heard.

And a person got up from the inside. He was a one-eyed man with a black eyepatch on one eye.

The man, who had shown a sneering smile as he looked over Eom Tak, Gwak Gyeong, and Ilpyeong, stretched his hand to one side and grabbed the large broadsword he had set up next to him.

"This is why I live. How about it? It's as I said, right? The world is a small place."

The man got up, holding the broadsword.

A cold killing intent swept towards Eom Tak, Gwak Gyeong, and Ilpyeong.

"One-eyed Dongchu!"

Eom Tak was startled and stepped back.

Just from that sight, it could be seen that the two sides had a bad relationship.

"Dongchu, you're not thinking of fighting with a family mber, are you?"

The leader, Mak Lip, who had been lying down, warned.

"Watch your mouth. I have no intention of becoming a family mber with those brats."

"It seems you want to end this life."

"Don't interfere!"

"I have no intention of interfering in your business. I'm just following the unwritten rule."

When you live a ronin life, a person who was an ally today can beco an enemy tomorrow. A person who was an enemy yesterday can beco a family mber today.

When you sell your sword for money, it is a common occurrence. As a result, an unspoken unwritten rule was ford among the ronin.

That for as long as you are a family mber, you should forget the past for a while.

A person who does not abide by that has to be criticized by all the ronin. In severe cases, they are attacked and expelled.

What Mak Lip was saying now was that if Dongchu fought, he would attack and expel him according to the unwritten rule.

Thud!

Dongchu slamd his broadsword into the ground.

And he glared at Eom Tak and the others with gloomy eyes.

"Watch your back."

When Dongchu sat down, holding the broadsword he had planted in the ground, and glared as if he would eat them, Eom Tak and the others could not even enter and were wary.

"Leader, this friend here is of the red rank."

It was a mature voice that broke the atmosphere.

When the old man with the cinnamon skin and crane-like hair spoke from the entrance, Mak Lip, who had not gotten up even at Dongchu's commotion, got up and looked back.

He narrowed his eyes and confird the red cloth tied on Cho Myung's arm, and then asked with a slightly surprised face.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

At Cho Myung's answer, people whispered here and there.

"B-rank at seventeen?"

"He must be great."

"To have the skill of a B-rank at that age, isn't that only possible for a disciple of a famous sect?"

"That's right."

There were about ten people in the barracks now.

Among them, there were only three who were wearing the red cloth of the B-rank.

They were the leader, Mak Lip, the old man with the cinnamon skin and crane-like hair, and the one-eyed Dongchu.

"It must be one of two."

When the old man with the cinnamon skin and crane-like hair spoke, the whispering people closed their mouths and focused their attention.

"Either he ca to gain practical experience, or he's a novice. Which one are you?"

"I'm a novice."

The mont Cho Myung answered, the old man smiled with a face that said 'of course', and Mak Lip lay down again.

This was a place where a cunning C-rank would last longer than a B-rank novice. Because it was difficult to avoid one person who suddenly hit you in the back of the head, even if you blocked ten who rushed in from the front.

When it was revealed that Cho Myung was a novice, most of the people lost interest.

"It's because it's hard to handle if you get attached and then they die."

The old man said with a smiling face.

"I know."

Eom Tak answered and gestured to his younger brothers.

"Find an empty spot each."

Gwak Gyeong and Ilpyeong found a spot away from Dongchu. Eom Tak also went there and found a spot. Since there were only three spots that were attached among the remaining spots, Cho Myung had to be separated.

Cho Myung sat in the closest spot he could see. Coincidentally, it was right next to the old man.

"What did you eat to sll so good?"

The old man asked.

What was so good that the smile did not leave his face?

"It's a sll that's seeped into my body."

"Seeped into your body? That's a very strange thing. A very strange thing. Hehehehe!"

The old man smiled, revealing his yellow teeth.

(End of Chapter)