Bachelor Swordsmanship Remastered [EN]: Chapter 91

091. Perhaps a Disciple of the Azure Dragon Sword Master

Moyong Mi’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

She wanted to ask, but hesitated, not wanting to stir up her brother’s pain.

Moyong Dancheon spoke slowly,
like a grandfather offering his granddaughter a delightful surprise.

“His disciple has arrived.”

It was an excessively respectful way to put it.

Moyong Mi didn’t immediately grasp the meaning, wearing a puzzled expression.

But it didn’t last long.

The only person to whom Family Head Moyong Dancheon would show such respect was but one.

“Could it be!”

Moyong Mi couldn’t hide her surprise, her eyes widening.

“Yes. The disciple of the Azure Dragon Sword Master visited the Moyong Family. Though calling him a disciple is merely our conjecture…”

“I saw him too.”

Moyong Sang-ah, nestled in Moyong Mi’s arms, chirped.

“I saw that *oppa* [term of endearment for older brother or male friend] first. But he left without a word. Maybe it’s because I was angry.”

Moyong Jin, who was listening, corrected Sang-ah.

“Sang-ah, you should say ‘Daeren Yun’.”

Moyong Sang-ah didn’t seem to hear him.

And Moyong Mi’s confusion deepened.

“He just left?”

Moyong Dancheon, unable to hide his regret, said to Moyong Mi.

“I failed to recognize him when I met him, and he ended up leaving.”

“No. Daeren Yun conceals himself, so it’s natural you didn’t recognize him. When I first met him, I thought he was just an ordinary scholar.”

Moyong Mi, who was listening, suddenly asked.

“Is this Daeren Yun a disciple of the Azure Dragon Sword Master?”

Moyong Dancheon slowly nodded.

“Probably, yes.”

‘Probably?’

Moyong Dancheon said to Moyong Mi, who was puzzled.

“If not, how could he have taught Jin the swordplay from the letter?”

And Moyong Dancheon told Moyong Mi what had happened.

Someone presumed to be a disciple of the Azure Dragon Sword Master visited the Moyong Family and gave teachings to Moyong Jin.

However, he left without revealing his identity.

Moyong Dancheon was blaming himself for not recognizing him and treating him carelessly, deeply regretting it.

“Please don’t worry too much.”

Grand Disciple Moyong Jin said to Moyong Dancheon as if to comfort him.

“Daeren Yun promised to come again. He is detached from worldly fame and wealth, so why would he hold such a misunderstanding to heart?”

But Moyong Dancheon’s dark expression didn’t easily fade.

Moyong Mi, who had been listening quietly, asked in a soft voice.

“Did he reveal his name?”

“Yes. He is…”

Just as Moyong Jin was about to answer, Moyong Sang-ah cut in first.

“Yun Hyun, Yun Hyun. So Sang-ah called him Yun *oppa*.”

‘Yun Hyun.’

Moyong Mi was confused.

From the moment she heard about Daeren Yun, she thought he was very similar to someone.

Of course, it could be someone with the same name.

But there were too many similarities to dismiss it.

“When did he leave the family?”

Moyong Dancheon’s eyes lit up.

Asking about the day he left, rather than the day he arrived, meant she had something in mind.

“About half a month after you left for the Murim Alliance [martial arts alliance].”

Moyong Mi calmly calculated the days in her mind.

She carefully considered the day Daeren Yun left the family, the date when the Bukhae Ice Palace group appeared in Hangzhou, and the distance from here to Hangzhou.

“Do you have something in mind?”

Moyong Dancheon asked. Moyong Mi raised her head and said.

“That Daeren Yun, perhaps he came to the Dragon-Phoenix Meet.”

“What?”

At the same time as Grand Disciple Moyong Jin was surprised, a heavy sound echoed through the study.

Thump.

The table made a dull sound under Moyong Dancheon’s hand.

He stood up abruptly, his expression hardened, and asked.

“At the Dragon-Phoenix Meet?”

Moyong Mi nodded and continued with a confident look.

“Yes. He called himself a scholar even at the Dragon-Phoenix Meet. So no one recognized him, but…”

Moyong Mi recalled Yun Hyun’s appearance.

Was his detached appearance perhaps the aura that naturally emanates from someone who has reached a high level of mastery?

“Then where is he now?”

Moyong Dancheon asked urgently. But Moyong Mi slowly shook her head.

“He disappeared after the Dragon-Phoenix Meet ended. But…”

Moyong Mi, after thinking for a moment, said to Moyong Dancheon.

“We should send someone to the Namhae Sword Sect.”

“Namhae Sword Sect?”

Moyong Mi continued, seeing Moyong Dancheon’s puzzled look.

“Perhaps Namhae Sword Sect’s Pa Jin-han knows something about him.”

In fact, the first place to check should be the Bukhae Ice Palace.

But the Bukhae Ice Palace is beyond the border.

What the Moyong Family can do now is to find Pa Jin-han of the Namhae Sword Sect.

Because at that banquet where the commotion occurred, Pa Jin-han seemed to know something about Yun Hyun.

“I understand.”

Moyong Dancheon replied without hesitation.

While he was thinking about how to contact the Namhae Sword Sect, Moyong Mi hesitated for a moment and said.

“…Is the Azure Dragon Sword Master thinking of building his own power?”

Moyong Dancheon raised his head. Instead of answering, he asked Moyong Mi.

“What do you think?”

Moyong Mi couldn’t answer right away.

The intention of Yun Hyun, presumed to be a disciple of the Azure Dragon Sword Master, in visiting the Moyong Family is unknown.

However, his visit to the Murim Alliance as part of the Bukhae Ice Palace group has a completely different meaning.

Can it really be said that he visited the Murim Alliance without any intention?

Moyong Mi couldn’t bring herself to answer, and Moyong Jin, who was next to her, opened his mouth.

“I don’t think so.”

Grand Disciple Moyong Jin continued with conviction.

“If he had the intention of building power and dominating the *Jianghu Murim* [martial arts world], why would he hide himself, help me, and leave without asking for anything in return?”

That made sense.

But the affairs of the *Jianghu Murim* are not so simple.

“It could be a move for the future.”

Moyong Mi said quietly.

It was something she didn’t really want to say herself, but it was a point that had to be addressed as the head of the Outer Affairs Hall of the family.

“He called himself the Azure Dragon Sword Master of the Extraterrestrial Sanctuary. What does this Extraterrestrial Sanctuary really mean?”

Perhaps it’s just a modifier.

But most of the words attached before a name are a sect or affiliation.

“Maybe…”

Moyong Mi, after hesitating for a moment, said quietly.

“Our Moyong Family may have to make a choice.”

Moyong Mi didn’t say what that choice was. But Moyong Dancheon and Moyong Jin could clearly understand.

That it meant a choice between the ‘Murim Alliance’ and the ‘Azure Dragon Sword Master’.

Now is the world of the Murim Alliance.

The grudges of the *Jianghu* are said to be heavier than a thousand gold, but is it unconditionally right to put loyalty first in a matter involving the fate of the family?

“But…”

Moyong Jin started to say something as if to refute, but Moyong Dancheon reached out and stopped him.

“I understand what you mean.”

Family Head Moyong Dancheon looked at Moyong Mi and said.

“However, a path naturally forms under a peach tree, and those who follow always gather under a great man. If he has the right intentions, people will surely be with him.”

There was no hesitation in Moyong Dancheon’s eyes as he spoke.

“What choices we can make at that time depends on ourselves. Of course, depending on how much power we build…”

Moyong Dancheon clenched his fist.

“There will be more paths to choose from.”

Grand Disciple Moyong Jin nodded vigorously.

Moyong Mi also agreed with her grandfather’s words.

‘Yes. You can only make a choice if you have power.’

In the *Jianghu Murim*, that is an undeniable truth.

Moyong Mi steeled her heart like that. And suddenly, she thought of Yun Hyun’s appearance.

Was it because his appearance, which seemed innocent and even clumsy, was so different from the person in the story they were now sharing?

Moyong Mi sighed slightly without realizing it.

***

“Thank you for welcoming me so kindly.”

A clear voice, like jade beads rolling between red lips, flowed out.

Taechung, a Taoist of the Wudang Sect, who had been momentarily captivated, cleared his throat and replied.

“Ahem. Rather, we are grateful to the Young Palace Master of the Bukhae Ice Palace for visiting Wudang. This place is originally a sanctuary of purity, so I hope you will not complain about the poor hospitality.”

Taoist Taechung, sitting under the magnificent Taoist temple, spoke in a soft voice.

He says it’s a sanctuary of purity, but even the clothes Taechung is wearing now are embroidered with gold and silver threads.

“Not at all. I am deeply grateful just for being allowed to set foot in Wudang like this.”

It was a statement that was either sarcastic or grateful.

But it was also a very natural statement for Taoist Taechung.

No matter how much she is the Young Palace Master of the Bukhae Ice Palace, she is just a foreigner from beyond the border.

Rather, Taechung thought it was more than enough that he, who is being considered as a candidate for the next sect leader, was welcoming her.

“Haha, I’m just grateful if you think so.”

Taechung recited a Taoist invocation as a formality and let out a hearty laugh.

“But what brings the Young Palace Master of the Bukhae Ice Palace to this Wudang?”

That straightforward question also meant that there was no need for long words.

In fact, what friendship is there between the Bukhae Ice Palace and Wudang to ask after each other’s well-being, and what understanding is there to read each other’s faces?

However, instead of answering, the Young Palace Master nodded slightly to Bingseol next to her.

Bingseol quietly placed the small jade box she was holding in front of the Young Palace Master.

Clack.

The jade box, engraved with patterns, made a sound under the Young Palace Master’s white hand as it opened.

At the same time, a sparkling radiance began to pour out.

‘Hoo.’

Taechung did not show any expression on the outside, but inwardly he let out a slight exclamation.

Colorful jewels were shining inside the jade box.

Taechung, who was familiar with gold and silver treasures, could quickly tell that they were very precious.

And that was not the end of it.

Rustle.

As the Young Palace Master’s white hand caressed the jade box, a secret space revealed itself.

It was a very small space, but what was inside was enough to surprise Taechung.

Whirr.

A clear fragrance filled the Taoist temple, and a subtle chill enveloped the surroundings.

“Oh oh.”

This time, even Taechung could not help but admire it.

Taechung could easily guess the identity of that small crystal fragment that had secretly revealed itself.

“This, this is…”

“Yes.”

The Young Palace Master said with a slender smile.

“It is Bukhae Ice Crystal.”

The Young Palace Master continued, looking at Taechung, who could not take his eyes off it.

“It is something that can only be obtained once every hundred years even in Bukhae.”

Taechung’s pupils were shaking violently.

The Bukhae Ice Crystal, which he had only heard about, is a treasure that those who practice cold-natured internal energy cannot exchange for anything in this world.

Also, depending on how it is used, it could become a panacea comparable to Wudang’s Jasodan [a legendary medicinal pill].

“Ahem.”

Taechung quickly regained his composure as befitting a Taoist and said.

“What is the reason for showing this to this humble Taoist?”

He said, half-closing his eyes.

He looks like a detached Taoist at first glance, but the Young Palace Master could clearly see that his half-open eyes were not leaving the jade box.

“Hehe.”

The Young Palace Master chuckled.

A seductive smile, like dew, formed on her red lips.

“Well, of course, it is to show the Sword Saint’s successor the courtesy of Bukhae.”