Divine Demonic Path Chapter 82 : There's an Elixir

Mu Yanchou quickly investigated the situation of the Wolf Union as soon as the day broke.

It was said to have beco a ss.

It was completely swept away as Yu Bicheon had boasted.

'It must be one of the two. Either the strength of the Wolf Union was pathetic, or Yu Bicheon is more outstanding than he is known to be.'

If it was the forr, it did not matter.

But if it was the latter, it was a little concerning.

'I have to find out!'

Mu Yanchou went to find Yu Bicheon.

"What brings you here so early?"

Yu Bicheon was just leaving his residence.

"Do I have to have business to see your face?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"What do you an?"

"Since we're not a family, we can only see each other when there's business."

"Great Hero Yu!"

"Why are you raising your voice? Did I say sothing wrong?"

Yu Bicheon, who was asking back with a cold face.

Mu Yanchou could not continue to be angry because of what he had done the day before.

"I have sothing to say, so let's have breakfast together."

"No, thanks."

"Hehe, Great Hero Yu."

"I have a prior engagent."

What could he do when he had a prior engagent?

Mu Yanchou had to just watch the back of Yu Bicheon, who was walking away with a swagger.

"What brings you here at this early hour?"

Mak Lip, the temporary leader of the ronin group, asked in a fluster at Yu Bicheon's visit.

"I ca to have a al together."

"A al?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"Of course not, but..."

"It's true that I haven't paid much attention to the ronin I've hired. The world's sentint and treatnt of ronin are like that, so don't just bla ."

"......"

"My personal opinion of ronin has not changed. But my thoughts on you are different. You stayed in this hall even though you knew it was dangerous. Although you are ronin, the loyalty you have shown so far has been truly great. You were more excellent than any righteous hero of the Orthodox Faction."

"You praise too much."

"When expressing gratitude, the more exaggerated and grand, the better."

"I see."

When Yu Bicheon smiled lightly, Mak Lip also smiled back.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

"No. Please co this way."

Since the battle with the Seven Kill Chamber, the treatnt of the ronin who had stayed until the end had changed, starting with the als.

Before, they had been given simple snacks like dumplings, but now they were served the sa food as Yifeng Hall without discrimination.

Yu Bicheon ate breakfast with about twenty ronin.

Cho Myung, Eom Tak, Gwak Gyeong, and Ilpyeong were also with them.

"We should make tables and chairs here."

Everyone had to sit on the ground and eat.

Although the ronin seed to be used to it, Yu Bicheon was very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry. I'll find a way, so please bear with it for a while."

"Yes."

"Young hero Ban, please eat a lot."

"Yes."

"If you don't have enough, just say so."

"I don't have enough."

It was not Cho Myung who answered, but Ilpyeong.

So everyone stopped eating and looked back.

"Actually, my younger brother Myung is a big eater. He eats three or four servings at every al."

Everyone made a face as if to say 'what kind of joke is that'.

It was a situation where only Ilpyeong would beco a funny guy.

So Eom Tak quickly stepped forward.

"It's true. We give him a little of ours, but that's not nearly enough."

"Is that true?"

Yu Bicheon asked, looking at Cho Myung.

Cho Myung just blinked his eyes and then nodded his head.

"Yes."

"Oh my! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

Yu Bicheon put down his bowl and shot up. And after telling them to wait for a mont, he disappeared sowhere.

A mont later, when Yu Bicheon returned, he was not alone.

He was with Zhong Liguan, who was in charge of the general affairs of Yifeng Hall.

The two were holding two bowls each, divided between their hands.

"I told them to distribute enough, but you're saying it's not enough?"

"What's with all the talk. I said it's not enough because it's not enough."

Yu Bicheon, who had not said that Cho Myung would eat all of this alone, had roughly glossed over it by saying that the ronin group was short on food. So Zhong Liguan was a little puzzled that they were short not just one or two bowls, but four.

"Put them down here."

Yu Bicheon said, putting down two bowls in front of Cho Myung.

"We need a table and chairs."

Zhong Liguan made an embarrassed face at the sight of Cho Myung, who could be called a lifesaver, sitting on the bare ground, as he put down the bowls.

"It seems it would be okay to make them instead of buying them with money."

"Let's do that."

Yu Bicheon returned to his seat, picked up his bowl, and began to eat.

Zhong Liguan also sat next to him.

Since he did not eat much in the morning, he had already finished his al.

"Will it be okay?"

"What?"

"The Divine Martial Stage. I gave them dumplings for their al, won't there be complaints?"

At the word 'dumplings', the ronin lifted their heads and looked.

And for good reason, it was a mistake to think of the dumplings sold in restaurants.

Although it was called dumplings, it was made by roughly gathering vegetables and leftover food and mincing them. Since it was made to the size of an adult's fist, you would feel quite full after eating just one or two. But the taste was very poor.

"If they complain, tell them to go out and buy it."

"Master."

"If you can't say that, just say you don't have money."

"What if they see us eating like this?"

"Just say we only have enough money for us to eat."

Both Yu Bicheon and Zhong Liguan kept saying 'we'.

It could be seen that they really considered the ronin group as one family.

In the anti, Cho Myung was eating the second bowl that the two had brought.

"What if Tianlian finds out that we treated the Divine Martial Stage like that?"

"If that day cos, I'll reveal to the whole world that they used us as bait."

"Are you thinking of going against Tianlian?"

"What power do we have to do such a thing."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Don't you have any pride?"

"What?"

"A person who hit our cheek, why should we treat them well?"

"But shouldn't we join hands with them?"

"That person has no intention of joining hands with us. He wants to put us under his feet. You should know that since you have so sense, right?"

"We have to make him change his mind."

"Isn't that what we're doing?"

"What?"

"We swept away the Seven Kill Chamber and the Wolf Union. They couldn't even do anything about the Evil Family Fortress. Then who should bow their head?"

"Master."

Zhong Liguan glanced back at Cho Myung.

He wanted to say that it was not us, but Cho Myung who had done it.

Yu Bicheon also understood.

"Don't worry. Young hero Ban has promised to help until we drive out all the bad guys from Guiyang. Isn't that right?"

"Yes. We promised."

Cho Myung answered and picked up the third bowl.

"Did you hear? As long as young hero Ban is here, there's no reason for us to bow."

Zhong Liguan knew where Yu Bicheon's confidence ca from.

He agreed that if Cho Myung was with them, there was no need to go into a low posture to get the help of the Divine Martial Stage, as Yu Bicheon had said.

But you never know what will happen in the world.

What if Cho Myung, whom he trusted so much, suddenly left one day?

So he was full of worries.

"If you have ti to make such a long face, go and comfort the masters. They must be feeling a great sense of loss after losing so many comrades in the Seven Kill Chamber."

"You don't have to worry about that. It seems the matter of sweeping away the Wolf Union last night was a great help. They are all full of spirit, saying that they wish they could sweep away the Evil Family Fortress as well."

"That's a relief. But tell them to hold back. Since the Heaven of Killing Emperors is directly backing the Evil Family Fortress, we can't do anything about it on our own for now."

"So we have to coax the great hero Mu, who led the Divine Martial Stage. Not to treat him badly."

"No, thanks. I have no intention of bowing to a person who thinks of us as bait. The lonely souls of this hall who have gone before us would also refuse that."

When Yu Bicheon even brought up the comrades who had died before, Zhong Liguan had nothing more to say.

"By the way, it was true."

"What?"

"He really ate four servings."

Zhong Liguan, who was wondering what he ant, followed Yu Bicheon's gaze.

At first, he wondered what it was.

But when he looked closely, weren't there five bowls stacked in front of Cho Myung?

"Did he eat all that alone?"

"Yes."

Cho Myung scratched the back of his head and made an embarrassed face.

Zhong Liguan felt a sense of 'oops'.

"Ah! I'm not trying to bla you. I was just surprised, so I hope you don't feel bad."

Zhong Liguan was really surprised.

Even one serving was not just one serving. He had told them to put a generous amount, thinking of the ronin. But he had eaten five bowls of that.

"Do you always eat that much?"

"Yes."

"I see. I'll prepare five servings for young hero Ban."

"It's a little too much. Four servings is enough."

"It was a little... too much. Anyway, I understand."

Zhong Liguan could not shake off his surprised look.

At this ti, Yu Bicheon had gotten over his surprise and was making an interested face.

"Since you used your strength vigorously, you have to eat a lot. Anyway, Zhong Liguan, you take good care of him so that he doesn't lack."

"Yes."

"Did you prepare that?"

When Yu Bicheon suddenly rembered and asked, Zhong Liguan took sothing out of his bosom and handed it to him.

It was a piece of golden cloth.

Yu Bicheon held it up to Cho Myung.

"I don't know if this is enough to represent all of your martial prowess, but this is all I can do for now."

The golden cloth ant that it was the A-class among the ronin's ranks.

For the ronin, it was an object of envy and a goal they definitely wanted to achieve.

But Cho Myung's way of thinking was different from that of ordinary ronin.

"Do I have to wear this?"

Cho Myung said, looking at the red piece of cloth that ant B-class, which was tied to his arm.

"You don't like it?"

"No."

Everyone could not hide their puzzlent.

Was he not satisfied with the golden piece of cloth that ant A-class because his martial prowess was so great? They had such a question.

But in fact, that was not it.

"I don't want to let people know about ."

"Ah!"

Everyone, including Yu Bicheon, made a face as if they understood.

There was a saying in the martial world.

Always hide three-tenths of your strength.

That that strength would save your life soday.

Of course, the reason why Cho Myung did not want to let people know about himself was a little different.

It was not to prepare for a danger that might co soday, but because he could get a glimpse of the true feelings of the people who treated him.

From his experience so far, he could easily tell the people who looked down on him and underestimated him because he was young and looked insignificant.

"Let's get rid of this too!"

It was Ilpyeong who suddenly interjected and said in a loud voice.

Everyone looked back at him.

"That's right. My skill is only at the B-class, but this piece of cloth can't represent . And it's too inhumane to distinguish between people who shed blood together with this piece of cloth."

It was a very righteous thing to say.

But no one agreed and stepped forward.

Because they were martial artists who lived by the sword, and no matter what anyone said, the world of martial artists was a world ruled by the iron rule of the law of the jungle. Before considering humanity, the high and low of martial arts and the law of the jungle were the priority.

While everyone was silent, the temporary leader of the ronin group, Mak Lip, opened his mouth.

"If the master allows it, I would also like to take this off."

Mak Lip said, looking down at the red piece of cloth that ant B-class, which was tied to his arm.

Yu Bicheon, who had been thinking for a mont, looked back at Zhong Liguan.

"Will there be a problem if we get rid of this?"

"There will be no problem other than that it will be difficult to grasp the strength at a glance."

"Then that's fine. Since everyone wants it, let's take it off."

When Yu Bicheon threw the golden piece of cloth he was holding behind him, the ronin also untied the pieces of cloth tied to their arms and threw them away.

So of the ronin even made a relieved face, as if they had been freed from a restraint.

"Are there any other requests?"

Yu Bicheon looked around at not only Cho Myung, but also the other ronin. But everyone just looked at him and no one opened their mouth.

It was not easy for an employee to ask sothing of an employer.

Although Yu Bicheon was acting as if he would grant anything, that was just his position, and the ronin had no choice but to be self-conscious.

"Good. If you need anything later, just say so at any ti."

Yu Bicheon turned his gaze to Mak Lip.

"Now you should also have a proper na."

"What na?"

"We can't keep calling you the ronin group. Discuss it among yourselves and co up with a suitable na. And also officially elect a leader and a vice leader. Ah, it's not that I don't like you, but it's just to be clear, so don't misunderstand."

Mak Lip made a face that said there was no misunderstanding, and at this ti, Ilpyeong interjected in a loud voice.

"That's right. The leader must be soone everyone acknowledges."

When Ilpyeong interjected in a loud voice, the ronin glanced at Cho Myung.

"Everyone acknowledges that our Myung is strong. But that doesn't an we should make Myung the leader. A leader of a group must be quick to grasp the situation and be good at improvising, right?"

He had thought he was going to argue for making Cho Myung the leader, but that was not it.

Then the remaining person was.

The ronin's gaze turned to Eom Tak.

Because he was the eldest of the four.

"Our big brother has been in this business for ten years. He has experienced all kinds of battles, from land to air to hell. His personality is also great. He's so good-natured that he looks foolish. But his martial arts are not so good, and his improvisation is even worse."

It ant that the person he was recomnding was not Eom Tak.

"Don't even look at the second big brother. Even a puppy won't follow him."

Gwak Gyeong made an offended face, but Ilpyeong pretended not to see.

"Then who is it? You have to say who it is so we can agree or not!"

One of the ronin shouted.

At that, Ilpyeong just stretched out his hand and pointed at one person.

"If the leader talks too much, it's tiring. If he talks too little, it's boring. If he's too rigid, you'll just get frustrated, and if he's too righteous, you'll only suffer losses. And if he's too strong, he'll look down on us, and if he's weak, unlike a leader, he'll be looked down on wherever he goes."

Listening to Ilpyeong's words, it was just about in the middle.

He could not help but nod his head.

"And isn't there a saying like that, that the old official is the best official."

Ilpyeong grinned at Mak Lip, whom he was pointing at.

Mak Lip did not know whether to be angry or to laugh and just crossed his arms.

When Yu Bicheon watched, it seed there was no one who was against electing Mak Lip as the leader.

"Good. From now on, you are officially the leader."

Yu Bicheon said as if declaring.

"Congratulations, leader!"

"Congratulations!"

When the ronin congratulated him, Mak Lip clasped his hands and bowed instead of greeting them.

"Now let's co up with a na to replace the ronin group."

Ilpyeong said.

Everyone looked at him.

"Where is this? It's Yifeng Hall. And Yifeng Hall ans wind, so let's go with wind too. We can't just use any wind, how about Black Wind or Gale?"

"Black Wind sounds like the demonic path!"

Soone shouted.

"Then let's go with Gale. And since we're all here, let's go with 'squad' instead of 'group'."

"Gale Squad?"

"Yes. Gale Squad. How is it, doesn't it sound great?"

Gale Squad.

Everyone muttered the na.

With a face that did not dislike it.

"Isn't it too strong?"

Mak Lip said with a worried look.

In fact, if a bunch of nobodies like the ronin were to operate under the grand na of Gale Squad, it was perfect for getting into fights here and there.

At Mak Lip's words, the other ronin also looked at Ilpyeong with a worried look.

"Leader, have you forgotten? We are weak, but the Gale Squad is strong."

At Ilpyeong's sophistry-like words, not only Mak Lip, but also everyone else looked at him with a face that said 'what nonsense is that'.

Then Ilpyeong gestured to one person and said.

"We have Myung."

The ronin here were weak, but the Gale Squad with Cho Myung was strong.

That's right.

Mak Lip looked back at Yu Bicheon. To ask for permission.

"Let's go with Gale Squad. From now on, you are the Gale Squad of Yifeng Hall."

Yu Bicheon said with a smile.

Mak Lip politely clasped his hands and bowed.

And he looked back at the ronin and said.

"I am Mak Lip, the leader of the Gale Squad of Yifeng Hall. I will give my first order as the leader."

Mak Lip, who had spoken with a rather dignified appearance, looked around at the very curious ronin and then fixed his gaze on Ilpyeong.

'Huh? Why are you looking at ? Are you going to thank ?'

It was when Ilpyeong was expecting that.

Mak Lip said.

"You always stay far away from ."

"......!"

"You talk too much. You chatterbox."

A silence fell for a mont at the unexpected remark. But it did not last long, and laughter burst out.

"Hehehehe! I also thought he talked too much!"

"Puhahaha! From now on, you're a chatterbox! A chatterbox!"

Chatterbox Ilpyeong.

It was the day he got that nickna.

'Damn it, this is not the ending I wanted!'

(End of Chapter)