The mont Old Man Wi lunged forward, I kicked the table and threw myself backward.
CRACK!
The table shattered into two, but Old Man Wi continued charging at with the montum of an angry bear.
Although I kind of expected this reactionhes even more desperate than I thought.
I continued retreating as I asked, How bout a talk before we fight?
Old Man Wis answer to my question was a rock-like fist. I didnt want to be one-sidedly bullied, so I raised my fist to et his.
POW POW POW POW POW!
We exchanged a dozen punches in a flash. As fist t palm and palm t finger, we slowly got a sense of each others martial arts.
Old Man Wis eyes widened in astonishnt. Impossible! This martial art is!
Its very familiar, isnt it?
Old Man Wi grimaced.
Outside the tent, Bok Man-Chun yelled, Boss!
Dont co in! I quickly shouted back at him and shot Old Man Wi a warning look.
Y arent you reading this at ?
Old Man Wi hesitated for a mont, then reluctantly ceased attacking. However, he stayed on his toes, ready to burst back into action any mont.
I sensed Bok Man-Chun lurking right in front of the tent, deciding whether he should force his way in or not. I turned in his direction and said, Dont worry, its nothing. Stop being overprotective, its embarrassing, you know?
But I thought I heard the sounds of fighting
We just had a minor misunderstanding. Why dont you wait for at the Freelancers Bazaar? Im sure youre hungry, go get sothing to eat.
When would you like to co get you?
I glanced at the old man who was still shooting a death glare and said, Dont co. If I dont return by morning, go back to Nanchang and wait for there.
What should I do about your inheritance?
Hes asking about where my money goes after I die. I smirked and replied, Dont even think about it. I wont take more than a few days. If I find the money gone, Ill hunt you down and cut off your fingers.
Why arent you reading this at ?
I had a practical exam I couldnt miss, so a few days was as much ti as I could spend gallivanting around.
Bok Man-Chun coughed embarrassedly, Ahem, I was just joking. Anyway, if anything happens, you can contact
Why are you still here?
Okay, Im going, Im going Bok Man-Chun grumbled, his voice becoming more distant as he walked further and further away.
When he was out of earshot, Old Man Wi suddenly released a powerful killing intent and asked , Who are you?
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As expected of the head of the Wiji Clan,1 one of the Eight Great Clans supporting the Blood Cult and the only clan famous for their tallurgy, blacksmithing and explosives manufacturing rather than their martial arts. Even the Blood Demon Sword, the divine weapon of the Blood Cult, was forged by the Wiji Clan. They are so specialized in their craft that unlike the other clans, the position of Wiji Clan Head is always occupied by the best blacksmith in the clan.
Imsoone in a similar situation as you, I said, choosing my words carefully.
Are you the descendant of a survivor? Old Man Wi asked in a cracked voice.
Approximately fifty years ago, when the Blood Cult was severely weakened by an internal dispute, the Murim Alliance had suddenly attacked them and wiped them out. The survivors that Old Man Wi was referring to were those who managed to escape the Murim Alliances initial offensive.
Needless to say, the survivors of the Blood Cult were all still wanted criminals.
Sothing like that.
You expect to believe you when youve only mastered a single fist technique that any low-level warrior can learn?
Seems like it isnt that easy to dispel Old Man Wis suspicions of . This is all the Murim Alliances fault for tricking the remnants of the Blood Cult multiple tis, just so they could eliminate them completely. Now, if I want him to trust Ill have to reveal a few more of my hidden cards.
Having made my decision, I slowly removed my Heo Cheon mask.
RUSTLE.
This is my real face. Not even Administrator Bok knows about it.
If youre seeing this, you are at the wrong place.
If you still dont believe , how about I show you another martial art? I asked, slowly drawing Moon Shadow and shifting into a preparatory stance so as not to startle Old Man Wi. If you dont recognize this, Ill be the one suspecting your legitimacy instead.
I first went through the motions of the sword technique sluggishly so that Old Man Wi could see everything. However, I soon started speeding up, until my slashes whistled through the air in the tent.
Relentless.
Vicious.
Fearless.
A sword technique that tries to rip the opponents throat out no matter what.
Even I cant help but release my killing intent as I perform this sword technique. The more I sank into a trance, the stronger the stench of blood beca in the tent.
Finally, when I was done with my demonstration, I sheathed Moon Shadow.
At the sa ti, Old Man Wi sighed, The Bloodwolf Sword Technique I havent seen it in decades.
The Bloodwolf Sword Technique was taught only to the Bloodwolves, the most powerful strike team in the Blood Cult. There were two versions of the technique: Basic and Advanced, and the latter could only be learned by soone who was at least captain-class. What I had just shown Old Man Wi was the advanced technique.
Do you believe now?
How are you related to the Bloodwolves?
My late father was the vice-captain of the Thirteenth Division of the Bloodwolves, I said, gambling on the fact that the Bloodwolves, being an elite military organization, would never allow information on the identities of their mbers to be known to soone in the Wiji Clan, especially the higher-ranked ones.
Why arent you reading this at ?
I dont know who your father is, buthes raised a good son. Allow to introduce myself properly, my na is Wiji Yeol.
Phew, he has no idea who the real vice-captain is! His voice is gentler now, and the killing intent is mostly gone. However, he still doesnt seem completely convinced.
Wiji Yeols sharp eyes flickered as he asked, How did you realize that I was the Clan Head of the Wiji Clan?
I ntally apologized to my real dad, and concocted a plausible story based on my prior knowledge of the Wiji Clan, My late father used to say that the head of the Wiji Clan was the greatest swordsmith in the world, and that the swords he forged were never broken on the battlefield. He also told that if the swords he forged ever ended up in the gangho, there would be a bloodbath over them
Ahem, your father flatters too highly. Im not that great, Wiji Yeol dismissed. Contrary to his words, though, the corners of his mouth curled upward slightly in pride.
My father once saw you from a distance. He said he could never forget his first impression of you, especially the tattoos all over your body.
Tattoos?
I looked at the tattoos all over Wiji Yeols muscular fra. Although the Blood Cults tattoos were covered with dragons and tigers to avoid detection by the Murim Alliance, I could still discern several swords, daos, spears, and other weapons.
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According to the tradition of the Wiji Clan, every tattoo told a story.
Ive heard that you only tattoo your own masterpieces, but theres a dragon that goes from your left shoulder down to your arm
A red dragon was clearly engraved on Wiji Yeols left shoulder. However, I knew that it wasnt ant to represent a dragon, but a sword.
A sword that Wiji Yeol did not forge himself.
Thats the Blood Demon Sword, the Blood Cults divine weapon, right? I heard that you tattooed it as a vow that you would one day forge a sword that surpasses it.
After glancing at his left shoulder for a mont, Wiji Yeol turned back toward . You are indeed an intelligent child, finding traces of the Blood Demon Sword in this dragon tattoo.
Y arent you reading this at ?
Its a deduction anyone could make if they knew the story.
If it was that simple, I would have been captured and killed by the Murim Alliance long ago.
Finally, Wiji Yeol retracted all suspicion toward .
Smiling bitterly, he asked, Could we talk for a while?
We chatted about the destruction of the Blood Cult fifty years ago. Shortly after and my masters died, the Murim Alliance had taken advantage of the chaos we caused to finish them off.
Wiji Yeol was one of the old folks who rembered those tis, and as soone who lived in the sa period, I could relate to him.
Why arent you reading this at ?
Wiji Yeol, youve aged a lot. As we talked, I recalled his younger self. Back then, he was quite a bright and cheerful person, but his personality had llowed and his face had beco weathered from the hardships he had endured.
At least, he was one of the few decent people in the Cult. He never murdered people for fun, nor did he dabble in the ssed up internal politics. All he cared about was blacksmithing.
I wonder what his life was like all these years?
It felt a little strange to et soone I knew from my previous life. However, the past was the past, and I didnt feel much sympathy for him.
Well, it was about ti I cut to the chase. Does this request of yours have anything to do with the Blood Cult? I asked.
Wiji Yeol deliberated for a while, then sighed and bowed his head. Itsnot totally unrelated.
He paused yet again, before raising his head and looking at sadly. Im begging you, please kill my grandson.
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