[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 280

Boom!

As the Sword King and leader of the Murim Alliance, Namgung Hwi, swung his palm, the wooden table split in half.

“How many is this now…?”

“Naegakju!!”

A stern command was issued to the Naegakju, who was blankly staring at the newly acquired table that had been shattered once again.

“Yes, Alliance Leader…”

“When on earth is Shin Yi arriving? Didn’t you say he had already departed?!”

“The last communication we received was that Shin Yi had departed from Anhui and arrived at Parkju.”

“Then why is there still no news? If you have a mouth, speak!”

Naegakju Yang Ik-jun felt utterly wronged.

“Well… it seems that Shin Yi suddenly changed his route and headed towards Kaifeng.”

“What?! Are you talking about that den of heretics, Kaifeng?”

“Yes. That Kaifeng.”

“Why would Shin Yi go to such a treacherous place?!”

The Alliance Leader’s white beard trembled with rage. Seeing this, the Naegakju couldn’t help but sigh.

“This news came through the Information Organization, not the Deputy Inspector. So, the exact reason is unclear.”

“This won’t do. I must go myself.”

“Gasp! A-Alliance Leader, you must stay put!”

“Stay put? What do you mean stay put?!”

Yang Ik-jun felt that if he worked any longer in the Murim Alliance, his eardrums wouldn’t survive.

“Really, this won’t do.”

Seeing Yang Ik-jun’s serious expression, the Alliance Leader half-rose, then sighed and sat back down.

‘It’s not that I don’t understand, but this can’t go on for long…’

The eldest son of the Namgung family, known for their deep familial bonds, was on the brink of death, his meridians torn apart.

But no matter how urgent the situation, the leader of the Murim Alliance, the most influential figure in the vast martial world, shouldn’t move so easily.

There are even organizations that analyze why the Alliance Leader gets up from his seat and why his meal portions increase.

That’s the kind of position the leader of the Murim Alliance holds.

In such a situation, Yang Ik-jun judged that the Alliance Leader shouldn’t move for purely personal reasons, and the Alliance Leader himself knew this better than anyone.

“Alliance Leader. May I say something?”

“Sigh… Go ahead.”

“Shin Yi had no reason to come to the Murim Alliance in the first place.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“All Shin Yi received was your invitation, nothing more.”

The Alliance Leader, who had been bowing his head, slowly looked up at Yang Ik-jun.

“And even that wasn’t a carefully delivered invitation, just a message from the Deputy Inspector that you wanted to see him.”

“I see…”

Only a handful of people knew that the eldest grandson of the Namgung family, the Sword King Namgung Hwi’s grandson, was ill.

Even that was a family secret, but for the sake of his grandson, he had been seeking help from all directions…

It was a fact known only to close associates due to the leader’s fault.

“To be blunt, the only reason Shin Yi came here to practice medicine is because of the leader’s reputation.”

“·····.”

Sword King Namgung Hwi belatedly recalled that everyone who came to report to him had said the same thing.

「Leader, Shin Yi’s personality is said to be quite eccentric.」

His grandson was a sore spot.

It was a well-known fact that he acted arrogantly, relying on the family’s prestige and the name of the Sword King.

But Namgung Cheon-woo was the eldest grandson of the Namgung family, and even if you put him in your eye, he wouldn’t hurt.

That’s why he used the leader’s authority privately to gather all kinds of spiritual medicines and summon famous doctors.

“Huh… I’m no different.”

Who among the martial artists could dare ignore the title of Sword King? Even if he asked himself, there was no one.

But he wondered if it was as great as Shin Yi.

There were countless famous martial artists in the vast Central Plains, but famous doctors could be counted on one hand.

Would such a great Shin Yi come wagging his tail just for the name of the Sword King? This time too, Namgung Hwi asked himself, but the answer was no.

That’s why there was no way Shin Yi, who knew nothing of the circumstances, would come running.

“Leader. It would be best to explain the situation and politely invite him now.”

“Ugh…”

“Leader!”

At Yang Ik-jun’s repeated words, Namgung Hwi covered his forehead and bowed his head.

“How on earth am I supposed to explain that I was practicing martial arts with a woman while drunk at night and got ambushed, leaving my meridians completely severed?”

“That’s…”

For martial artists, practicing martial arts was a means of growth but also very dangerous.

Especially, circulating energy through thin meridians after absorbing it through breathing was like walking on thin ice.

That’s why it was common to practice in a secluded training room or under the protection of trusted individuals.

Because even a slight touch during energy circulation could twist the meridians and lead to qi deviation.

Even with utmost concentration, it was hard to admit that he was practicing martial arts drunk with a woman and got ambushed.

“But you still have to do it. According to the deputy inspector, Shin Yi cares deeply for the common people.”

Yang Ik-jun was speaking to the Sword King.

Your grandson has been tormenting the common people, hasn’t he? Even a stray dog knows that fact, so do you think Shin Yi won’t find out?

“Have courage. There’s a saying that you can’t spit on a smiling face.”

“….Please deliver a secret letter to Shin Yi.”

“Understood. And what about your relationship with the Demon Cult?”

Once again, the Sword King pondered.

The already bad relationship had worsened due to the official documents he kept sending.

It was because.

“I’ll send a message with my direct apology.”

“Even including the lost official documents, with just the value of the documents sent by the Main Leader, you could have bought dozens of mansions.”

“Ahem!”

“And you should also prepare for what to use as the qualification test for the Dragon and Phoenix Gathering.”

“Understood, go out and take care of the contract.”

***

Kwaaang!!

“What, what is this!”

The door Han Ga-eul had entered exploded as if hit by a bomb.

From there, a woman with peach-colored hair walked out, puffing with anger.

“Ahhh!!!”

“Han So-jeo, what on earth is going on?”

Han Ga-eul, who had come outside, started to go berserk.

“Nwe-neun ma-chwo-nui gong-dyu-nyun. Kyaaak!!”

When Jeon Ho looked at Master Hye Neung, he shook his head as if he didn’t understand.

“I’m a middle school illness gong-dyu-nim!!”

Han Ga-eul, who was going berserk, waved her hand. Then, a wooden carrying frame emerged from a black space.

“Get on! Hurry up and get on! Not getting on? Huh? Not getting on!? Fine, I’ll carry you myself.”

Han Ga-eul suddenly pulled out the carrying frame and now started pointing at the air.

“What is this? It’s the exclusive item for the bastard of the century!”

The two people watching Han Ga-eul couldn’t understand her bizarre behavior.

“Ugh. Baekseol, Danpung, my hand is cramping. Quickly, stretch it out.”

“Ppi-it!”

At Han Ga-eul’s words, a small baby rabbit and a squirrel poked their heads out from her robe and climbed onto her cramped hand, pressing it down.

“Ugh… Is this space-time magic? Teacher Hwang said it was really difficult.”

“Ppi- ppi-it!”

“Is this the dispel I’ve only heard about…?”

“Ppi-it!”

Thanks to the rabbit and squirrel diligently stretching out her cramped hand in real-time, Han Ga-eul’s distorted face finally relaxed.

“I’ve never seen Shin Yi get so angry before.”

“Something must have happened inside.”

Just as the two were staring blankly at Han Ga-eul’s antics, a loud stomping sound was heard from afar, and a group of people rushed towards them.

Each of them held a sword with a sharp blade.

It was clear to anyone that they didn’t come with good intentions in the middle of the night.

“Who are you…?”

“What the hell. Are you guys the Black Death or some other nonsense?”

Han Ga-eul’s face, which had just relaxed, twisted again as she faced them.

At the same time, a long iron club appeared in her hand.

“Because of you, I became a gong-dyu-nim. Speak nicely and put your head right here.”

“Magic!”

“Wow, is Baekseol a wizard rabbit?”

“Yes!”

With all the concentration in the world, I stretch out my fingers with great effort.

“That’s some serious dispel magic! Baekseol, you’re amazing.”

“Yay!”

***

“A living Black Skull and a woman driven mad by rage, and the entire Ant Branch was wiped out without a single ant left? And this is the report you’re submitting?”

Whoosh!

The report in the Black Skull Sect Leader’s hand instantly bursts into flames and disappears.

‘Even after mastering Yin energy martial arts, such intense Yang energy… The Sect Leader’s skills have truly reached the heavens…’

The officer watching this could only break out in a cold sweat.

It was partly because of the report, but also because of the overwhelming Yin energy radiating from the Black Skull Sect Leader’s Samadhi Transformation.

“My guess is, it might be due to the connection with the officials. And there’s only one survivor, a woman who mentioned something about ‘His Highness.'”

The Black Skull Sect Leader, listening to the report, stares intently at the officer.

“Well…”

“Speak plainly.”

“She said she’d finish what she’s doing, come back, and smash all the heads to pieces, so we better clean them up…”

“Huh…”

The Black Skull Sect Leader was speechless at such a cheap threat, something he’d never heard before.

Even if it were the Sword King, no one would dare speak to him like that.

“Is that person some kind of street thug?”

The Sect Leader couldn’t help but wonder if this was even real.

No one with less than multiple lives would dare say such things, even in his absence.

But the Ant Branch wasn’t just any place—it was a forward base and strategic stronghold for the Black Skull Sect.

For such a place to be completely wiped out overnight, not just half-destroyed, was unacceptable.

“Here’s the sketch of the suspect.”

Instead of answering, the officer pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to the Black Skull Sect Leader.

“Truly beautiful…”

“It’s said she inherited her skills from her father, who was a painter.”

“Haha!”

The officer is startled by the Sect Leader’s laughter.

Given his Yin energy-filled martial arts, emotional expressions were almost nonexistent for him.

“We must prepare to receive our guest.”