The atmosphere at the Seven Stars Trading Company was chaotic. And for good reason. They were resting peacefully when, out of nowhere, a blade imbued with Sword Qi nearly obliterated them. The method by which the blade was wielded reminded them of the ‘Sword…

The individuals attentively watching the newly entered guests in the inn were primarily from the Shanxi province and were known as the Four Elites of Shanyin. They met and banded together in Shanyin County, Shanxi, calling themselves the Four Elites of Shanyin.…

Pyo Wol looked out the window. He saw Master Unhae and five monks approaching the inn. “Guests have arrived.” “They’re early.” Hong Ye-seol muttered with a displeased expression. Pyo Wol chuckled softly and rose from his seat. Thump! As he released his reverse…

The masked figures in black and white were none other than the Black and White Immortals, the henchmen of Jang Cheon-hwa. The one wearing the black mask was Wi Shin-ho, and the one wearing the white mask was Jeon Yeop. Their mission, given directly by Jang…

A smile tugged at the corners of Pyo Wol’s lips. It was the moment he had been waiting for. The formless poison that erupted within a hundred steps was completely absorbed by Gwia without leaving a trace. Even if it hadn’t, the poison would have had no effect…

An elderly, clean-cut man sat in a room, tending to his sword. By the light of a lantern, he carefully wiped the sword with a dry cloth. The man was Namgung Yugeom. He was a martial arts grandmaster who had been undefeated in countless battles. In Kangho…

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Namgung Jin was the eldest son of Namgung Yugeom and the Young Master of the Thousand Kingdom School. With his immense talent and mastery, he was the one who forced his younger Sister Namgung Seol to leave the Thousand Kingdom School and join the Silver Lotus…

Pyo Wol descended from Shaolin Temple. He introduced Grandmaster Unil to Hong Yu Shin, who was in Dengfeng county. As the chief inspector of the Hao Clan, any discussions with Hong Yushin fell under the jurisdiction of Grandmaster Unil. So Pyo Wol excused…

Jang Mugak stared into the darkness of Lake Poyang. The moonlight stretched a long way across the water, so dark that it could not be distinguished from the sky. ‘Lee Geom-han.’ Beyond the expansive lake was his arch-nemesis. Perhaps his opponent was also…

Pyo Wol slowly rose from his bed, careful not to disturb the sheets. Beside him, Hong Ye-seol was soundly asleep. Moving silently, Pyo Wol stepped outside. In the distance, the Songshan Mountain, shrouded in darkness, loomed. A brightly lit area stood out…

In the end, Hong Yushin and Shaolin Temple successfully concluded their negotiations. The Hao Clan promised to use all their resources to track the movements of Jang Cheon-hwa and the Heavenly Martial Sect, and in return, Shaolin agreed to pay a reasonable…

After enjoying their hearty meal at the inn, the trio resumed their journey. Full from the delightful meal, smiles adorned the faces of Hong Ye-seol and Soma. Soma, particularly, seemed elated, humming a little tune to himself. Hong Ye-seol understood Soma’s…

Crackle! Flicker! In a clearing in the middle of the forest, a bonfire was burning. Facing each other in front of the fire were a woman with a cold demeanor and a man with an icy aura. They were none other than So Yeowol and Song Cheonwoo. As the flames began…

The next day, Pyo Wol and Hong-Ye-Seol left their room and went downstairs to the inn’s restaurant. The innkeeper greeted them with bloodshot eyes. “Did you sleep well?” “We slept fine, but you seem to have had a rough night.” “How can you tell?” “Your eyes…

Pyo Wol rested near the reed field for a considerable time It was almost an hour before he moved again. Perhaps because he had rested well, his steps were notably light. Pyo Wol leisurely walked, enjoying the scenery around him. Still, his pace was much quicker…

Song Cheonwoo spoke to So Yeowol. “We cornered him in the direction of the Death Gate.” “He wouldn’t have just walked towards the Death Gate, would he?” “The archers we placed had the desired effect. He must have found it difficult to face the archers who…

“Whew!” Soma took a deep breath. Ahead stood the formidable martial artists of Guryongsalmak and the Blood Demon Corps. Their formation was in disarray. There was nothing organized or cohesive about them. It seemed as if the orders were not being relayed…

“Bastard!” “He’s dead!” The martial artists who were still alive attacked Pyo Wol. Blades and swords swung violently, threatening to tear Pyo Wol apart. Suddenly, Pyo Wol spread his arms wide. Ten flying daggers sliced through the air. Whoosh! The daggers…