Chronicles of the Silver Dragon — Episode 34
The Tang Family of Sichuan, one of the Five Great Families.
Their influence was so immense that they vied for first or second place among the Five Great Families, and their poison arts and hidden weapon techniques were truly formidable as well.
Because of a matter the Tang Family of Sichuan was pushing forward, Sichuan had been in an uproar lately.
Je-hwa, having arrived in the capital where the Sichuan Tang Family was located, spoke a single line.
“Why the hell are there so many people?”
There were too many people, however you looked at it.
Je-hwa frowned deeply, making no effort to hide his displeasure.
“They’re all martial artists.”
Yi Seol-hye tilted her head with a puzzled expression.
“The Sichuan Tang Family is holding a martial arts tournament. Any martial artist can participate.”
“Heh…… I see.”
Yi Seol-hye nodded in admiration at Sa Wol-lin’s explanation.
“By the way…… where did Je-hwa go?”
“What?”
As Yi Seol-hye muttered blankly, Sa Wol-lin made a startled face and quickly looked around.
He’s gone! Je-hwa had disappeared!
“Where did that brat go again!”
It was just as Sa Wol-lin was frowning and shouting at the top of her lungs.
“What the hell, this little runt!”
At the man’s voice suddenly ringing out, the gazes of Sa Wol-lin and Yi Seol-hye, as well as the surrounding people, all turned toward him.
A boy and a burly man were quarreling there. The man was clearly a martial artist at a glance.
He had a scar on his face and carried a massive greatsword on his back.
At the man’s words, the boy—Je-hwa—scrunched his face deeply.
“Piss off.”
“You little bastard!”
The man bristled at Je-hwa’s words.
“Isn’t that the famous Great Blade Tiger of Sichuan?”
“Tsk…… that young warrior is done for.”
Such conversation reached their ears from the surroundings.
“Great Blade Tiger?”
“He’s a renowned expert of the greatsword in Sichuan.”
Yi Seol-hye tilted her head upon hearing this, and Sa Wol-lin replied indifferently.
Great Blade Tiger Geukneung. He was a famed expert of the Sichuan region and a figure of the unorthodox faction.
However, someone of Geukneung’s caliber could be easily defeated by either Sa Wol-lin or Yi Seol-hye.
Therefore, for Geukneung to pick a fight with Je-hwa was to be truly, incredibly unfortunate.
“I’ll teach this little runt some manners!”
In the end, the enraged Geukneung drew his blade and dug his own grave.
Boom! Crash!
Je-hwa struck the massive greatsword swinging toward him with his fist, and naturally, Great Blade Tiger Geukneung’s greatsword shattered into pieces in an instant.
Geukneung stared blankly at his shattered greatsword, while the surrounding people looked at Je-hwa in shock.
“Piss off.”
With a refreshingly bright smile, Je-hwa punched Geukneung square in the face.
Smack!
“Guah!”
Geukneung, struck by Je-hwa’s fist, rolled across the floor and collapsed.
“Good work. But why did you get into a fight?”
“I don’t know either. He just came at me.”
There was surely a reason for them to fight, but since Je-hwa claimed not to know, let us move on for now.
Sa Wol-lin and Yi Seol-hye did not particularly care either.
“Let’s go, there’s a famous tavern in the capital. Let’s eat something delicious there.”
“Okay.”
Je-hwa smiled brightly and nodded at Sa Wol-lin’s words.
***
Sa Wol-lin, Yi Seol-hye, and Je-hwa entered a tavern bearing the sign “Cheonhyangru.”
A place that sold alcohol and offered lodging, it was the most famous tavern in Sichuan.
It was expensive as befit its reputation, but Cheonhyangru was always packed with people.
A waiter came out to greet the three.
“Welcome. I’m sorry, but there are no seats……”
“We’ll go to the top floor.”
At Sa Wol-lin’s words, the waiter opened his eyes wide, looked over their attire, and nodded.
“You are martial artists. But the third floor isn’t just somewhere anyone can……”
“Here.”
Seeing the waiter speaking with a troubled expression, Sa Wol-lin held out a silver coin.
“Allow me to guide you.”
There is nothing in this world that money cannot do. Indeed, nothing!
The waiter smiled brightly and guided the three to the third floor.
“Hahaha! Truly?”
“That’s right! I those bandits……”
‘Hoo……’
A group of men and women were dining in good spirits.
Among them, one woman let out a deep inward sigh.
She found this conversation utterly tedious.
There were five men and four women. Three of the men were busy bragging about themselves, and two of the women were chiming in.
But the remaining two men and two women were simply bored.
‘If only Ran were here, it wouldn’t be so tedious…….’
No, if Seonu Ran had been here from the beginning, the others wouldn’t have dared to recklessly prattle on about their martial prowess in front of her.
As she let out a sigh, the woman suddenly spotted a group ascending to the third floor and opened her eyes wide.
“Huh?”
And she let out an absentminded exclamation.
At her reaction, everyone’s gazes turned to her, then soon shifted toward the third-floor entrance.
One of the men opened his eyes wide, scanning two of the three people.
The others also exclaimed at the group’s outstanding appearances.
At that moment, the gaze of the only male among the group, a boy, turned toward the men and women.
The boy discovered the woman, Dokgo Ryeong, tilted his head in thought, then soon broke into a beaming smile as if remembering and waved his hand.
At that innocent look, Dokgo Ryeong unknowingly waved back at the boy, Je-hwa.
“Who are you greeting?”
When Yi Seol-hye asked with a puzzled expression, Je-hwa said,
“I know someone there.”
“What?”
At Je-hwa’s words, Sa Wol-lin turned her head with a bewildered face.
And she opened her eyes wide, then let out a chuckle.
She’d had a feeling, but seeing a familiar face was truly unexpected.
“Demonic Flower……”
Mibong Dokgo Ryeong blankly muttered Sa Wol-lin’s nickname.
“Demonic Flower? Who?”
At those words, Paeng Ok-ryeong—who had been openly making a bored expression beside her—opened her eyes wide and asked.
“That tall woman over there? She is the Demonic Flower, Sa Wol-lin.”
It was Hye-ryong Jegal Hwan who answered Paeng Ok-ryeong’s curiosity.
At those words, Moyong Sin-u tilted his head, pointed at Je-hwa and Yi Seol-hye, and spoke.
“Are those two also members of the Demonic Cult?”
“No, I don’t know about that woman…… but the boy is rather ambiguous.”
“Ambiguous?”
“Should I say he’s of the Neutral faction?”
“Hmm……”
Sword Dragon Moyong Sin-u stroked his chin at Jegal Hwan’s words.
“Oh…… Brother Hwan and Sister Dokgo saw the Demonic Flower when you went on the delegation, right? Is the Demonic Flower strong?”
“She is strong.”
At Paeng Ok-ryeong’s question, Dokgo Ryeong spoke while stroking her hair.
They were currently a group from the Great Family Union, which included the Five Great Families and other families.
The orthodox faction had the Nine Sects Union and the Five Great Families.
The Martial Alliance was largely divided into two forces: one was the Martial Sect Union, and the other was the Great Family Union.
At any rate, at Dokgo Ryeong’s words, all of the group’s gazes turned to Sa Wol-lin.
“Anyway, what’s with that girly-looking ba—…… Mmph!”
Just as Paeng Ok-ryeong frowned while looking at Je-hwa and muttered,
someone instantly covered her mouth.
It was none other than Jegal Hwan.
He was sweating cold bullets, and Dokgo Ryeong was the same.
“Pwah! Brother Hwan, what are you doing all of a sudden!”
“Don’t speak carelessly ill of that young warrior. You’ll be in big trouble!”
As Jegal Hwan spoke with a slightly pale face, Dokgo Ryeong nodded.
At that sight, Paeng Ok-ryeong narrowed her brows and spoke.
“What’s so great about that girly-looking—”
Smack!
“Aack!”
The feared event finally came to pass.
Jegal Hwan unwittingly planted his palm on his face, and Dokgo Ryeong also let out a long sigh.
Regardless, Paeng Ok-ryeong was holding her head and slumped over the table.
“Why is this little girl’s mouth so rude? Hey, you wanna die? Hah, playing hurt? Not getting up? Ha!”
Everyone’s gaze except Jegal Hwan and Dokgo Ryeong turned to Je-hwa. They all stared blankly at him.
“Yikes! Who was that!”
With tears welling in her eyes, Paeng Ok-ryeong raised her head sharply and shouted, turning around.
And discovering Je-hwa standing there,
she screamed with sparks flying from her eyes.
“Why did you suddenly hit me!”
“Because you spoke rudely.”
“Shut up! I was only telling the truth!”
“What the hell, this rude little girl?”
“Ueeeeeeeh!”
Seeing Paeng Ok-ryeong talking back rudely, Je-hwa furrowed his face deeply and mercilessly began pulling her cheeks.
At the pain in her cheeks, Paeng Ok-ryeong let out a scream right away.
“Nyaa! Nyaa! Yew meany!”
Paeng Ok-ryeong let out desperate screams, but releasing her was not something Je-hwa would do.
In the end, Paeng Ok-ryeong drew her sword from her waist and threatened Je-hwa.
“What kind of toy is this?”
Whoosh!
“……!”
Seeing Je-hwa snatch the threateningly swung sword and hurl it far away, Paeng Ok-ryeong made a shocked face.
Smack!
“Aack!”
Paeng Ok-ryeong grabbed her head again at the pain in her skull.
“Please stop.”
In the end, Dokgo Ryeong—who could not bear to watch—stepped in.
“*Chuckle* Je-hwa, stop.”
Sa Wol-lin also held back laughter and stopped Je-hwa.
“Ung…… I should hit more, but I’ll stop, I guess.”
Je-hwa, who had tilted his head briefly, lowered his fist and spoke,
and seeing that appearance, everyone involuntarily trembled.
“Where is that guy?”
Sa Wol-lin looked around with a puzzled expression and asked.
“What guy?”
“That guy named Seonu Ran.”
“Ah, Ran.”
Dokgo Ryeong tilted her head, then hearing Sa Wol-lin’s words, smiled and spoke.
“Ran didn’t come this time. She’s in the middle of sword training. It seems she was stimulated by young warrior Je-hwa.”
Dokgo Ryeong spoke while looking at Je-hwa, but he paid it no mind at all.
Shortly after, Jegal Hwan looked at Yi Seol-hye and asked.
“But this young lady is……”
“Ah……”
At Jegal Hwan’s question, Sa Wol-lin looked at Yi Seol-hye, chuckled, and answered.
“This girl is called Yi Seol-hye…… She’s a disciple of the Taiqing Great Sword. She’s the same age as me.”
“……”
At Sa Wol-lin’s words, everyone looked at Yi Seol-hye in shock.
“T-the Taiqing Great Sword……. O-one of the Kunlun Sect’s Sam-inmucheon…… U-Unwonnam?”
Dokgo Ryeong asked with a trembling voice, and Yi Seol-hye tilted her head.
“You know my master?”
“Gasp!”
To think she was actually a disciple of the Taiqing Great Sword, Unwonnam!