Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 127

The Three Kings’ Disciple (128)

127

Originally, items were the exclusive domain of players.

Tools with special abilities, obtained by chance from hunting monsters in gates or found in hidden gates or dungeons.

These were the exclusive domain of players, something that even martial artists, knights, or mages could not use.

But now, things were different.

Both the Silver Union and Einheart used special items created in their own ways.

‘Divine Armaments.’

Those were items that the Silver Union’s martial artists could use.

Of course, they were lacking compared to the player’s items with various functions.

Mostly, they only had abilities such as amplifying internal energy and enhancing physical abilities.

However, for martial artists, that alone was enough.

‘Internal energy multiplied several times, a faster and more powerful body.’

The Silver Union’s martial artists wielding Divine Armaments became monsters, literally.

“The method of making Divine Armaments is top secret,” Baek Cheong said.

“There are cases where sects have their own production methods, but mostly…”

Her face couldn’t hide her excitement.

“They are provided by the Tang family.”

The Tang family, also known as the Sichuan Tang family or Tang Clan, was a massive sect.

They belonged to the Five Great Clans, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Nine Great Sects, the upper echelons of the Silver Union.

“There are a few other places that supply Divine Armaments to the Union.”

However, their existence and identities were top secret.

‘I have managed to find a few, but there is no way to contact them.’

Despite the efforts of the Black Market and Ha Se-min, who wanted Divine Armaments, it was nearly impossible to even find those artisans, let alone recruit them.

“Jongnam receives them from the Tang family.”

The Divine Armaments of Jongnam were from the Tang family.

“They are at least Silver-grade Divine Armaments.”

They were weapons of no low quality.

However, Eunha did not even have these.

They had secured weapons of the same grade that were available on the market through their financial power, but weapons above the Silver-grade were in a form that only those who had mastered specific martial arts could use.

For example, the Blue Wave Sword of Yuk Sa-geol, the elder of Hainan, which they had obtained in the past.

It was also a Silver-grade Divine Armament, so it was not something anyone could use.

Lee Rowan had twisted its circuit to make it temporarily usable, but it was only temporary, and it was impossible to provide all Divine Armaments to Eunha’s martial artists in that way.

“The presence or absence of Divine Armaments is significant,” Baek Cheong continued.

“The only forces you’ve faced so far were Hainan and the Golden Gate, right?”

Her words were correct.

“Hainan doesn’t have a good relationship with the Tang family, so they receive Divine Armaments through other means, and their numbers are small and their quality is low. Only elders or important martial artists have Divine Armaments above the Silver-grade.”

And.

“The Golden Gate’s martial artists are expendable.”

The Golden Gate’s martial artists were ambiguous to call them Beggar Clan’s martial artists.

They were more like ronin [masterless samurai].

Perhaps due to the nature of beggars, they were more interested in scraping together money than spending it.

Also, there were too many ways to do things, so their Divine Armaments were only given to important martial artists, and they preferred to push forward with numbers and engage in attrition warfare.

“But if you clash with martial artists armed with Divine Armaments like Jongnam or Mount Hua…”

Baek Cheong said,

“It won’t be easy.”

The existence of Divine Armaments was that important.

There was a reason why Baek Cheong was explaining Divine Armaments in such detail.

“But…”

Her face still hadn’t lost its fervent excitement.

“Did you really find an artisan who makes Gold-grade Divine Armaments?”

It was because of one fact that Lee Rowan had told her.

The reason why Lee Rowan came to China.

“That’s right.”

To bring back an artisan who makes Divine Armaments.

And that information was.

“The Golden Gate had it.”

The Golden Gate had it.

All the Divine Armaments he was wearing were Gold-grade Divine Armaments, close to the best that existed.

The artisan who made them.

The Golden Gate had found the artisan after a long search, and just as they were about to make contact, they were demoted and sent to South Korea.

“If that’s the case…”

Baek Cheong’s eyes lit up.

“Its value is comparable to swallowing one of the Nine Great Sects.”

It was a story that even Baek Cheong couldn’t help but be greedy about.

That’s why she was being reckless.

Lee Rowan’s destination.

Swoosh.

Even though she knew it was Guangzhou, she volunteered to be his guide.

The old bus that Lee Rowan, Baek Cheong, and Bondeno were riding in had stopped.

***

-Don’t let your guard down.

Even with Baek Cheong’s telepathic message, Lee Rowan silently surveyed his surroundings.

The scenery outside the bus.

A place like a man-made lake, with a long road in the center where the bus was stopped.

In front and behind the bus they were riding, other buses and cars were lined up.

Swoosh.

The bus was slowly moving forward, as if waiting for its turn.

The members of the Cheoncheon Alliance could not join this journey.

It was because of Baek Cheong’s opinion that the risk of their identities being revealed should be minimized.

Swoosh.

The bus continued to move forward.

Thud, thud.

Finally, the sound of footsteps approaching the bus could be heard.

Zing.

Bondeno raised his head and glared.

Baek Cheong did the same.

Only Lee Rowan was calmly looking around with his usual eyes.

The driver, who was driving, opened the window and clasped his hands in a respectful greeting.

However, the other party did not even accept the greeting and spoke in a low voice, as if giving a warning.

“Namin?”

It was the name of one of Jongnam’s ghost companies, disguised to cross the threshold of Guangzhou.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Purpose?”

“We are visiting for food procurement and business purposes.”

At the driver’s words, the martial artist gestured.

Clunk.

The sound of the bus’s trunk door opening was heard, and the driver got up from his seat.

He was clearly trying to hide his nervousness as he subtly gestured to Baek Cheong and got off the bus.

“If you look…”

The martial artist and the driver were talking.

Even at this moment, numerous vehicles were undergoing such inspections.

“Hmm.”

The martial artist frowned as if something was not to his liking.

“Here, this is a small…”

The driver was about to reach into his pocket as if he had prepared something in advance.

Swish.

A clean cutting sound echoed.

Pshooosh!

The blood that splattered stained the window that Lee Rowan was looking at.

“Kuh, kuuuuuh!”

The driver let out a suppressed groan.

Baek Cheong also slowly began to bring her hand to her waist.

However, the sound that followed was absurd.

“Were you trying to take out a pouch?”

The martial artist’s indifferent voice.

“To reach into your pocket in front of a martial artist, it was enough to cause a misunderstanding.”

A voice that didn’t feel any emotion even after cutting off the driver’s hand.

-He was recommended by a member of the alliance because he couldn’t get support from Jongnam… I didn’t expect him to be a rookie.

Baek Cheong also couldn’t hide her embarrassment.

“I’m not in a good mood. I will not allow your visit.”

At the martial artist’s announcement-like words, the driver clutched his severed hand and said,

“B-but you can’t do that… If we don’t deliver the food properly this time…”

“You want me to consider your situation?”

The sword in the martial artist’s hand began to emit a cold light.

“Then this time, your neck should be cut…”

The martial artist was about to swing his sword without hesitation.

The blade of the sword was touching the driver’s neck.

But for some reason, the martial artist stopped.

Twitch.

Looking at his twitching lips, it seemed he was receiving a telepathic message.

After a while.

Thud.

The martial artist left the driver and began to head somewhere.

“Hoo.”

Baek Cheong also released her hand from the sword hilt and exhaled.

The driver finally began to stop the bleeding.

Lee Rowan was watching all of this with a leisurely gaze.

After a little more time passed.

Thud, thud, thud.

This time, several footsteps began to be heard.

“It seems things have gone wrong,” Baek Cheong gripped her sword hilt again.

“If we enter Guangzhou like this, we won’t be in a good situation. We should escape first…”

Baek Cheong was explaining her plan, but Lee Rowan wasn’t listening.

His gaze was fixed on someone among the approaching martial artists.

“Wait,” Lee Rowan’s voice.

Murmuring.

The martial artists outside were talking to someone.

The martial artists, who hadn’t even shown a respectful greeting to the driver, were now clasping their hands and bowing.

They stepped back, and the one who remained approached the driver, said something to him, and then boarded the bus with him.

Swoosh.

Baek Cheong, who still hadn’t let go of her sword, looked back and forth between Lee Rowan and the man who had boarded the bus, and was about to speak when.

“Let’s go for now.”

The martial artist who had boarded the bus replied in clear Korean.

The driver, holding one hand, started the bus and began to move.

“For now…”

The man who had passed through the aisle of the bus and sat in front of Lee Rowan.

He said in a tired voice,

“Let’s get out of Haegeomji first.”

***

Passing through the giant artificial lake.

“Hoo.”

“Hwaa.”

Baek Cheong and Bondeno exhaled at the same time.

Bondeno was nervous about the numerous martial artists guarding the lake, and Baek Cheong was nervous about the possibility of her identity being revealed and Jongnam’s name being exposed.

The giant lake.

“We’ve left Haegeomji. You can relax now,” the man who had boarded the bus belatedly said.

“You…”

Baek Cheong was about to say something to him when.

“I joined as you said. Still, the timing was perfect,” the man said to Lee Rowan, ignoring Baek Cheong.

There were not many who could ignore Jongnam’s Divine Maiden, Baek Cheong.

“You’ve done well, Ha Se-min.”

Ha Se-min.

The Black Market King had come here.

The Black Market.

Their influence was not limited to South Korea.

Rather, the small land of South Korea was only highly valued because of the importance of Mount Hua, and the Black Market’s territory was all over Asia.

“Black Market King…!”

At Baek Cheong’s words, Ha Se-min, who was finally wearing an identity mask, looked at Baek Cheong and said,

“The situation here is not good right now. You almost got into big trouble.”

A rebuke towards Baek Cheong.

“Originally, things wouldn’t have escalated this far, but there was a Sword Dance yesterday.”

Sword Dance.

At those words, Baek Cheong’s eyes widened.

In fact, Baek Cheong’s efforts to enter Guangzhou were not wrong.

Although the driver was a rookie, the alliance member who recommended him would have thought he was sufficient.

Even if crossing Haegeomji was difficult, it wasn’t that hard to enter with a proper price and justification.

However.

“Sword Dance…”

The problem was that the inspections were strengthened because of a special event that had happened yesterday.

If they had made a mistake, everything would have been exposed and they would have had to flee.

“Anyway, it’s a relief that you got in safely,” Ha Se-min said, slouching in his seat on the bus.

Guangzhou.

This was a place where the Black Market could exert more influence than Jongnam, one of the Silver Union’s overlords.

“What is the Sword Dance…?” Bondeno asked.

Tap. Tap.

Ha Se-min tapped the window with his finger.

Turning their gaze.

Only then could Bondeno, who had completely let go of his tension, look around.

“……!”

Corpses lined the streets.

“It’s the Wudang’s hunt.”

This place, Guangzhou, was the territory of Wudang, one of the Nine Great Sects and an overlord of the Silver Union.

In terms of martial prowess alone, they were said to be the strongest.