Abolition of the Wicked - Chapter 96

“Ah! Shit does fly!” 

 

“If it is him, I will find him somehow. If you can’t find it, you can find it.” 

 

“Are you going to leave now?” 

 

It was late at night, but time meant nothing to Blood Lion. “Of course. Still, the death penalty has to be taken care of, so one must remain, but who will be left?” 

 

In fact, no one wanted to leave Geom Woo-bin’s side. How much did one miss this place while they were away from Oseon Manor for about a month? 

 

“Why is Mandok left? I will stand by Geom Woo-bin! what? If something suddenly goes wrong with the body of the death penalty, can I even fix it? That’s not right. Damn it! I’ll have to learn medicine.” 

 

In the end, the person left behind became Jang Mandok again this time. The Blood Lion carefully went down to the underground training room. Geom Woo-bin, who crossed the border between her life and death through practice every day, fell asleep. 

 

Jeong Yeon Hong tried to stroke Woo-bin’s hair with Parrani’s sharpened sword, and then closed her hand. “The death penalty, we will go. If we come this time, the side effects of the death penalty will definitely be fixed.” 

 

“Let’s go. Being late is not good for the death penalty.” 

 

Because Seo Seok-san was right, Jeong Yeon Hong took a step that did not fall. 

 

‘Even if you have to go all over the world, you will always find the secret song!’ Wasn’t this place run by Jo Hwang-se? Why do the gaekzan operated by Johwang Gaekzan keep closing these days? I remember it was nice and clean.” 

 

The conversation continued as the two merchants turned away in front of a customer cup with a paper “Closed” on it. 

 

“Hey, how do you do business because you are so deaf? These days, all eight guest cups in Hangzhou, run by Jo Hwang-se, are closed. Every day, the guests say it is far away, and once every three or four days, the beggars flock and befriend them. Who would like a cup like that?”

 

“Is it because Oh Seonho protects merchants well?” 

 

“Oddly enough, I can’t even see a nosebleed where Jo Hwang-se operates. So, all the scoundrels who want to play hawks go to the store for Jo Hwang-se. Wow, how did the world of Jo Hwang-se come to be?” 

 

“If that is the case, then it can be stopped with money. How did the government officials actively help?” 

 

“The official has crossed the water. It turns out that the highest rank in Hangzhou is Zhuge Sega’s cousin. But Oh Jangwon has a special relationship with Zhuge. Jo Hwang-se is such an ally of Oh Seon-jang-won. So, in what way would a great official take the side of Jo Hwang-se?” 

 

“Last time I saw it, the dragon car that presented to the emperor was completely destroyed. You’ve been beaten up for delivering moldy cars. If it had gone all the way to the Imperial Palace, it wouldn’t have ended with a fine of a few thousand nyang. Anyway, these days, it seems that the trend of Jo Hwang-se is gradually declining. His wealth has been continuously slipping away.” 

 

It wasn’t just property that got out. In the past few months, Hwang Jo-gil’s weight had also fallen by 20 pounds. 

 

“How did it happen?” 

 

His plan was perfect and he had enough money to carry out his plan. However, strangely, things went awry. At first, it seemed to work out, but it got stuck in the middle, so he kept going the wrong way. 

 

“First, we have to deal with the Iron Blood Chamber.” 

 

There was no strength in Hwang’s voice, who was being told by the sister-in-law.

 

 “I know that. But is there no way?” 

 

Things got messed up when he summoned the Iron Blood Room. Therefore, it was up to Gesun-ri to unravel from the twisted point, but the Cheolhyeolbang did not intend to leave Hangzhou, no matter what the conditions were. Although he had initially offered a huge sum of 20,000 nyang, he refused, saying he would never leave until the killer who killed Jeong Pyun-ho was caught. 

 

“How about visiting Dongsi Doga again?” 

 

“I’ve already been rejected twice, but again?” 

 

The natural expectation that the Dongsido family would not leave the Iron Blood Chamber was misplaced like that of a clumsy fortune teller. Far from kicking out the Iron Blood Room, there were also ridiculous rumors that, after seeing it often, a friendship had then developed between the two factions. 

 

“The exclusive right to sell salt ends in six months, and there is still no news from the Haengja Administration, which manages nothing but salt. These days, there are rumors that the monopoly will be transferred to the battlefield in Zhejiang.” 

 

The rumor had already been heard. And so, he tried his best to meet an official from the Haengja Administration, but the officials who liked money, women, and alcohol didn’t even try to meet him. Jeong Yeon Hong, the car that left the most acquaintances, ended up getting destroyed, and even the salt was left in the hands of Jo Hwang-se, and he had only tens of thousands of pyeong of land. 

 

It was then said that even if a rich person were to bankrupt, it would then last for three years, but if their wealth would disappear like these days, they may end up on the streets in less than three years.

 

“Inspired by his wealth, he will create a force for the Moorim.” 

 

“You can do it right now. Isn’t this a world where money can do anything?” 

 

“Does that become Moorim’s power just by gathering idiots?” 

 

“Would I ever tell people like that?” 

 

“Then?” 

 

“There is a breakwater built by the former Daemun faction and the Oh Dae-se family.” 

 

“What? Is there such a place?” 

 

“Yeah. Not all factions are scoundrels, and some of them have been kicked out of the clan for committing a crime. In addition to the lower ones, there are also a few elders of the Shamans and Volcano factions. It is said that they gathered one by one to play with each other, and now the number has reached five hundred. The problem is that it’s hard to get a base. Everyone was kicked out of the political faction, so it’s not easy to find a place in Moorim.” 

 

“It’s the first I’ve heard of it.” 

 

“If you talk publicly, you won’t be able to sit still in the Moorimmeng. First of all, it seems that they have created what is called a cooperative gate. Moonju is an elder of the shaman faction.” 

 

“That would be enough to fight the Iron Blood Chamber.” 

 

“It’s not worthy of a fight, and the Iron Blood Chamber is no match for it. The question is, can you bring them in? It will cost you a fortune.” 

 

“How much?” 

 

At this, the sister-in-law spread out five fingers. “Ah…”

 

“Ah yes, this much.” 

 

“Fifty thousand nyang?” 

 

“Only at that level, we will move to fight the Iron Blood Chamber.” 

 

“Damn it! Now I have to sell the land.”

 * * * 

It wasn’t surprising that a Blood Lion came to visit now. Human adaptability is also amazing. “You just came. I have a suitable request…” 

 

Seo Seok-san interrupted Baek Dong-pal. “I came to order today.” 

 

“That’s right.” Anxiety in Baek Dong-pal’s heart slowly lifted his head. “What kind of request did the three of you come together?”

 

Do Pyeong-su then laid the slip on his table. It was the last remaining commission from Mao Liang. “You know the secret song?” 

 

“I know.” 

 

Baek Dong-pal sighed as the earth was gone. “After I set up the Rally, I had only received the request three times. The first time I gave up with a penalty, and the other two times I didn’t get it. Why? I can’t seem to find these bastards. No one can find them unless they appear on their own. I assure you, no one can find the secret song in this Moorim!” 

 

At this, Seok-san said, “There is one.” 

 

“Yeah? Who is that?” 

 

“You.” 

 

Baek Dong-pal, who was looking at Mulgeukmi Seoksan Mountain, was found to have been crying. “That’s because I can’t find it.”

 

“Find it if you don’t want to die.” 

 

Up until now, threats still managed to make his ears sting.  However, the person making this particular threat was a Blood Lion. Their threats entered through one ear and melted the brain in the head as sticky as honey. 

 

“Are you really going to kill me?” 

 

“Did you hear that we said we were going to kill it, but we didn’t kill it or we didn’t kill it? General meeting lord.” 

 

Baek Dong-pal quietly called the throne for his aide. “Fine.” 

 

“Yes, my lord.” 

 

“Close the door of the rally.” 

 

“The door… Are you closing?” 

 

“Do not accept any requests, and make sure to cancel any prior agreements.” 

 

“Then what do we do?” 

 

“From now on, we will use all our intelligence to find the secret song.” 

 

“A secret song? Is that the secret song? Hey, how do you find them?” 

 

“If I can’t find it, I will die. And before I die, I will kill you and die.” 

 

“Lord, what am I guilty of?” 

 

“Pah! Then what sin am I to die for? If you do not want to die, find the fucking cubs! ” 

 

Baek Dong-pal smiled abruptly and bowed his back towards the Blood Lion. “Sir, the deadline is three years…” 

 

“Are you paying? Make it two months.” 

 

Seo Seok-san’s cold voice made it impossible to even negotiate. “Did you hear me? In two months, if you can’t find the secret song, you will die. No, I need time to kill you, so find me in a month and twenty-nine days.” 

 

“Is next month a big month?” 

 

“Then look for it within thirty days!” 

* * * 

Dalpo had passed since the three of them left Oseon Manor. Even in order to repay their sincerity to heal himself, Geom Woo-bin could not be lazy. 

 

― Death penalty, you must get at least a minimum of rest. 

 

― I’m fine. I’m worried about the priests who left the house.

 

―At the rally, you’re getting a lot of favors while skipping the back of a dung fly. So don’t worry about them and take care of the death penalty. 

 

Despite Jang Mandok’s earnest expression, Geom Woo-bin practiced viciously. He had spent a painful time enduring the cold of the ice crystal and the fire of the elixir, and learned the martial arts of the Blood Lion, pushing his body to the limit. 

 

He didn’t know if he had been sleeping or fainting. Then one day, Geom Woo-bin felt a strange energy within his body. He endured the pain of ice and fire as he did every day when he was clenching his teeth. Even though he felt sick enough to die, he had no time to think about anything else, as he was raging like a mad foal in Danjeon. 

 

However, at some point, the runaway inner Gong began to find his way. No, a new path had been made leading to the Kigyeongpalmaek, and Naegong moved along the path. The eight-lined road multiplied into sixteen and then spread out to thirty-two. The pain of cold and fire was still there, but the inner air did not run wild any longer and began to move around the body. 

 

He had sensed that something was changing between Geom Woo-bin, who performed fortune-telling, and Jang Mandok, who was watching it. At this, Mandok stopped making his medicine and watched Geom Woo-bin silently.

 

His energy, which had been scattered into one hundred and twenty-eight strands, came back and ended up taking exactly half of it. When he came to Danjeon again, the four energies gathered in equal amounts and delivered a sense of fullness to the whole body. 

 

Geom Woo-bin opened his eyes with a long breath and put the ice crystal placed in front of the danjeon in the box. 

 

―The death penalty, it seems something different today. 

 

― Yeah. It seems to me that strength is taking its own course. 

 

― Don’t you feel like you’re going to run rampant or explode? 

 

At this, Geom Woo-bin shook his head.

 

― There was a sense of permeating the entire danjeon. This was similar to the effect that Jang Mandok was trying to achieve with Hwagok. 

 

‘Hopefully, the death penalty can go over the chin without using the Hwagok needle!’ 

 

The ultimate realization did not always pile up one after another, but then crashed like a tidal wave. 

 

― Is this a sign of skipping a step? 

 

― It may be. 

 

― Then there is no need to make the priests suffer, right? 

 

― No. We’re still not sure, so we’ll have to keep looking for the story behind it.

 

― I definitely want to skip this step! 

 

At first, he had thought it was a coincidence, but in the end, it ended up being the fruit of Geom Woo-bin’s hard work. The four martial arts that Geom Woo-bin learned could not have the same temperament. 

 

At first, he liked it because of the high level of martial arts, but as the level increased, the intensity of the collision also increased. If it were to collide, it would have no choice but to bounce off, and in the end, the four energies got sharply divided within the body. 

 

In addition to this, after the split, the side effects that appeared in the Blood Lion also fell to Geom Woo-bin. He hadn’t known this beforehand, but Geom Woo-bin’s theory was correct: the side effects would disappear if his martial arts skill became as strong as Hwa Jeok-san’s. The enormous inner strength became a force that drew the four energies, which had been scattered by colliding, to the center of Danjeon. 

 

At first, as if by chance, Geom Woo-bin was able to balance the four energies at will. Finally, the end of the long cave seemed to be in sight.