The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 227

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 213

Martial World

Yuseongwoo felt it was time to slip away.

The story of Hyeonwol and Yongwol ends here. All that remained was to disappear quietly.

The goal was achieved, and the aftermath…

‘They’ll take care of it.’

It would be a lie to say he felt no pangs of conscience.

But still.

It would be a better outcome than the Heavenly Martial Alliance Fortress being wiped out by Cheonugong’s scheme.

“I’ve already spoken with the Demonic Cult, so I plan to leave the Heavenly Martial Alliance Fortress with them once their cleanup is done. Choi Ayeon, bring Sua-nel and Bathory. Woo-hyeon, take care of the Thunder Sword Sect.”

“Understood.”

“I’ll be back.”

“Yuwol, erase all traces and bring all the other Sword Spirits to prepare to leave. I’ll take one more look around the Martial Arts Alliance to see if there’s anything else to take.”

“Shouldn’t you rest? You seem to have overdone it…”

Yuwol’s eyes went to his fingertips.

The trembling told her that he had indeed overdone it.

Yuseongwoo patted her shoulder once and said.

“Hurry up. There’s no one else to attack anyway, and I’ll be able to rest comfortably soon.”

***

A day later, the Demonic Cult and the Unorthodox factions withdrew from the Heavenly Martial Alliance Fortress.

The Demonic Cult and the Unorthodox factions had taken what they could in the chaos, and after consulting with Seomun Young-il of the Seomun Clan, who had become the leader of the Righteous Sect, they decided to withdraw.

Now, the Heavenly Martial Alliance Fortress would be rebuilt around the Shattered Heaven Sect and her, and the demolished walls and remaining materials would be used to build houses for the people.

As a result, the Martial Arts Alliance was defeated, and most of the powerful clans’ forces were either killed or defeated and fell under the Shattered Heaven Sect…

“…So, this is goodbye, Hyeonwol-ssi. No, Yuseongwoo-ssi.”

“Did Yuwol tell you that far? Well, I did give her permission to tell you.”

Yuseongwoo was planning to leave with the Demonic Cult.

He had achieved all his goals, and he needed to slip away in the confusion to reduce traces.

He planned to go to the Demonic Cult for a while to recuperate and then return to Korea.

Seomun Young-il, standing in front of Yuseongwoo, looked at him and smiled.

“Can I think of it as owing you my life? When I looked into it, it seems assassins were after me, even before I founded the Shattered Heaven Sect.”

“Think what you want. It’s all over anyway, and I’ve been paid enough.”

Yuseongwoo had searched the Martial Arts Alliance again, focusing on the center, and found the place he wanted.

He had raided a vault full of rare herbs and obtained related books.

If he took these back to Korea, Kali and Yoo Ji-woo would be pleased.

Knock, knock.

“Sect Leader, the head of the Tang Clan wishes to see you.”

At the sound of the knock and the mention of the Tang Clan head, she looked at Yuseongwoo.

Yuseongwoo nodded.

He had something to say to the Tang Clan head anyway, so he needed to meet him.

When his permission was given, Seomun Young-il answered, “Come in,” and the Tang Clan head entered.

His face, gaunt at a glance, looked alternately at Seomun Young-il and Yuseongwoo.

Yuseongwoo, still in Hyeonwol’s form, bowed his head to him, and Seomun Young-il said.

“Tang Clan Head, it’s been a while.”

“It has been a while… Sect Leader of the Shattered Heaven Sect. Have you found out anything about Young-young’s whereabouts? Even though the war is over, I still can’t get any news.”

“That is…”

Seomun Young-il turned his gaze to Yuseongwoo. Yuseongwoo bowed his head to the Tang Clan head and said.

“I am Hyeonwol, working under Seomun Young-il.”

“I know. The wandering mercenary who caused a stir in the Heavenly Martial Alliance Fortress.”

“You know of me. I tracked down your daughter, Tang Young-young, under the orders of Seomun Young-il, and I was able to find her.”

“Ah. Ah! Th-Then where is Young-young now…”

“…Are you aware of the three influential figures in the Martial Arts Alliance?”

“The Martial Arts Alliance Leader Cheonugong, the Great Strategist Jegal Woong-ju… I heard there’s a woman who trains assassins behind the scenes, but Cheonugong protects her so much that I’ve never seen her.”

The Tang Clan head uttered those words and then hardened his face as if he had guessed something. But what came out of Yuseongwoo’s mouth was beyond his imagination.

“The Alliance Leader’s hidden blade, Tang Young-jup. The mastermind behind this incident, colluding with Cheonugong, and her true identity is the Nine-tailed Fox, Daji.”

“Nine-tailed Fox, Daji… Th-Then what does that fox have to do with my daughter?”

“Daji, who wandered in the form of a spirit, needed a body, and it is believed that Cheonugong gave Daji the body of Tang Young-young, who had joined the Martial Arts Alliance.”

“Ah, aaaaaah!!”

The Tang Clan head collapsed at the truth flowing from Yuseongwoo’s mouth.

He had risked everything to get his daughter back, but in the end, the result was death.

Yuseongwoo looked at the Tang Clan head, who was beginning to shed tears, and continued.

“…I’m sorry. Rumors of Tang Young-jup began circulating in the Martial Arts Alliance several years ago, so probably from then on…”

“…It’s okay. I understand what happened. I’ll be going now… Thank you.”

The Tang Clan head wiped away tears with his sleeve and left the room with weak steps.

Seomun Young-il looked at his back with pitiful eyes.

Yuseongwoo also watched his back with a bitter face.

“I never get used to it, no matter how many times I do it.”

Due to his position, Yuseongwoo had sometimes fought alongside knights from another world.

When someone died on the battlefield, they would put Yuseongwoo forward to deliver the news of their death to the bereaved families.

He was a wanderer, had no family, and was a good mercenary to use.

Yuseongwoo raised the hood of his robe and said.

“Then I guess it’s time for me to leave too.”

“Ah… are you leaving after all?”

“Yeah. This is goodbye. Seomun Young-il. Take care.”

“…Do you still feel the same way about what you said back then?”

“Back then? Ah. Yeah. I’ll never change my mind. Ever.”

Yuseongwoo smiled as he said that, and then threw himself out of the open window.

Seomun Young-il quickly went to the window and looked outside, but he was already gone.

She smiled faintly and muttered.

“Goodbye, see you again someday.”

***

Yuseongwoo and his party, who had reunited after a long time, were in a carriage heading to the Demonic Cult.

The plan was this.

After escaping the Heavenly Martial Alliance Fortress, they would recuperate at the Demonic Cult for a while and then take a plane back home.

As a result of contacting Yoo Ji-woo, the play was still going well.

People still only knew that Yuseongwoo and his party had entered the Abyss and had not come out.

Yuseongwoo, lying horizontally on the seat of the carriage with his eyes closed, said.

“You’ve gotten heavier than before. Move.”

“This was originally my seat, but you took it without permission.”

Sua-nel was sitting on top of Yuseongwoo’s body, who was lying down like that, fiddling with a game console.

Her battery never seemed to run out; half a day had passed since they departed for Xinjiang [a region in China], where the Demonic Cult was located, and she hadn’t let go of it for a moment.

Thump.

Yuseongwoo used his abs to bounce Sua-nel off, and she naturally used magic to land softly back in her seat.

A situation like a ridiculous skit.

Yuwol, Baek Woo-hyeon, and Bathory, who were sitting across from them, watched the scene and whispered.

“What kind of relationship do they have?”

“Like an uncle and niece…?”

“I think they like each other.”

The moment she said that, a small hole appeared in the wall of the carriage next to Bathory’s head.

Yuseongwoo had shot an aura like a bullet with his finger.

His fierce eyes, telling her not to talk nonsense, frightened her.

“…That’s a joke. They seem to have a terrible relationship, but they still acknowledge each other, right?”

Bathory, who spoke while watching Yuseongwoo’s expression, felt a cold sweat running down her spine and breathed a sigh of relief.

He put his hand back behind his head and said.

“I’m late in saying this, but Daji, the one we fought in the Abyss, was a cadre of the Ascendant Church. A bishop-level one, I heard.”

Others gasped at his words.

However, Yuwol was lost in thought and soon reached the same conclusion as Yuseongwoo.

“Certainly, it would be difficult to carry out that kind of work alone. It would have been difficult to hide, as they were hunted by various groups in the past, but if the Ascendant Church is involved, it’s not entirely impossible.”

“He must have been in charge of China. It’s so vast that one or two more could be hiding. I’m thinking of discussing this with the Shattered Heaven Sect Leader and the Heavenly Demon to create a surveillance system.”

“Then I will contact the Silent Heaven Society as well.”

“That would be even better.”

Baek Woo-hyeon cleaned up the Thunder Sword Sect in one day as ordered by Yuseongwoo.

He distributed what he had obtained from the Heavenly Martial Alliance Fortress and encouraged them to live outside the Murim [martial arts world].

He advised those who did not want to do so to join the Silent Heaven Society.

Many people wanted to stay by Baek Woo-hyeon’s side, the Thunder Sword Sect Leader, but he couldn’t take them with him, so he had to say a tearful farewell.

“I’ve confirmed once again that those guys are hiding here and there without me knowing. We will continue to investigate the Ascendant Church.”

“Understood.”

“Bathory, contact the Witch Society and tell them to release all information if there were cases like Daji. It’s much better to know and be prepared than to be caught off guard.”

“I don’t know if they’ll give out all the information, but I understand.”

“If they don’t give it, tell them to have a meeting.”

Bathory nodded.

And Yuseongwoo, who was about to say something more, suddenly closed his mouth.

Then, after a while, he said.

“The rest can be taken care of by dealing with the guys coming this way first.”

“Guild Leader! An unidentified group is rushing in from the right!”

Choi Ayeon, who had been sitting on the roof of the carriage, only poked her head through the window and said.

Yuseongwoo was still lying down, only turning his posture to the side. Sua-nel’s body, who had been sitting on top of him, fell backward and was sucked into his arms as if crumpled, screaming.

She struggled, but it was difficult to get out on her own.

Yuseongwoo said.

“The Demonic Cult will respond. Help if it seems insufficient.”

“Understood.”

Choi Ayeon went back up to the roof, and Sua-nel barely managed to escape with Yuwol’s help.

She, who was a mess, swung her fist at Yuseongwoo.

It was only a soft massage that hastened his sleep.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, with his eyes closing, a loud noise was heard from outside the carriage.

Kwaaaang-!!

Eventually, he woke up and looked out the window, where there were plenty of strange people leading all sorts of monsters.

The man leading the charge with a monster resembling an elephant shouted.

“Give up your lives! You vile Demonic Cultists! This is the procession of the Beast Palace!”

A great shout.

The voice that echoed through the battlefield was filled with intense energy in itself.

He thought he had solved one case, but new guys appeared again.

They were also planning to attack the Demonic Cult returning to Xinjiang.

Yuseongwoo frowned at their declaration and said.

“Does anyone know why there are so many crazy people in China?”

No one answered.