As the red flesh hit the ground, Ji Gunseongâs vision turned pitch black.
It felt as if a volcano had erupted in his mouth, rendering Ji Gunseong unable to scream as he writhed on the ground.
Fresh blood flowed profusely from his mouth, staining his chin and chest red.
âKuh!â
It didnât take long for him to realize that the red flesh that fell to the ground was his own tongue.
He hadnât even seen how Pyo-wol had used his hand. If Pyo-wol had intended it, Ji Gunseong would have already lost his life. However, Pyo-wol chose a more cruel retaliation.
He cut off Ji Gunseongâs tongue, ensuring he could never mesmerize others with his eloquent words again.
âLord Ji!â
âQuick, apply pressure!â
The relatively unharmed members of the Shadowless Order rushed to assist, causing a commotion. However, there was no way to reattach the severed tongue.
Overwhelmed by unbearable pain and shock, Ji Gunseongâs eyes rolled back, and fainted.
One of the members of the Shadowless Order exclaimed in disbelief.
âDid you really have to be like this? Couldnât you have simply declined with words? For master like you to be lacking in considerationâŚâ
âConsideration?â
âThatâs right. All those masters who have reached the highest realm tend to show consideration for their subordinates. That is the dignity of a master, but you donât have any of that. Itâs truly disappointing.â
âYouâre that guyâs disciple.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre good at running your mouth, even at a moment like this, you continue to babble nonsense. If anyone hears you, theyâll think Iâve unjustly harmed Ji Gunseong. When in fact, you tried to manipulate me into doing your bidding by whispering such sweet nothings. Youâre no different from a parasite. You tried to use me like what a parasite does.
ââŚâŚâ
The member bit their lip in contemplation.
He wanted to retort, but he couldnât think of the right words.
Pyo-wolâs words were like a sharp blade, digging deeply into his chest.
âTo think we tried to use someone like this? Ridiculous! It was impossible from the start.â
The man in front of them was not just an ordinary skilled martial artist. He possessed a great intellect and strong spirit as well.
He was definitely not someone who could be swayed by a few words. They should have expected such an obvious outcome when they tried to manipulate someone like him.
The member quickly glanced around the inn.
He was curious about the reactions of the customers. But the moment he saw their faces and expressions, he couldnât help but feel despair.
They were all looking at them with contempt. Some even clicked their tongues in pathetic disbelief.
There wasnât a single person who sided with Shadowless Order.
Though no one said it aloud, it seemed that they considered the severed tongue of Ji Gunseong and the injured martial artists of the Shadowless Order as a karmic retribution.
âLetâs go back.â
In the end, the martial artists of the Shadowless Order left the inn, carrying the wounded Ji Gunseong and their comrades, while the inn owner and servant quickly came forward to clean up the broken objects.
Pyo-wol said to the owner,
âIâm sorry. Because of me, the objects were broken again.â
âOh, no, itâs alright. Thanks to you, the reputation of Lake Taiâs First Pavilion has greatly risen. Rumors have been going around that this is the place where the Master Pyo, the Reaper stays, so people come from far and wide to visit. Now, our inn has become quite renowned and famous.â
The inn owner smiled brightly and replied.
Merely having a large and splendid inn doesnât guarantee recognition from people. In Jianghu, the most prestigious and historic inns or scenic spots that captivated peopleâs attention are those with compelling narratives.
They possessed stories that match the historical context.
Lake Taiâs First Pavilion lacked such stories. However, as Pyo-wol stayed in the inn, a narrative was being created.
Thatâs why the inn owner welcomed Pyo-wolâs long stay at Lake Taiâs First Pavilion despite the frequent incidents and accidents.
The longer Pyo-wol stayed, the more Lake Taiâs First Pavilionâs reputation soared.
In no time, the inn owner and servant swiftly removed the broken objects and replaced them with new ones.
There was a sense of peace in the room after all the commotion.
Rain was still pouring outside.
Countless raindrops collided with the surface, creating ripples. Pyo-wol silently watched the scene.
It was then.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, Gwiya, which was wrapped around Pyo-wolâs forearm began to move. Gwiya was usually immobile in crowded places, so Pyo-wol couldnât help but pay attention to the unusual occurrence.
Gwiya climbed out of his clothes by crawling up his body.
When the little snake reached his neck, Gwiya poked its head through his collar.
Gwiyaâs tiny, bright red tongue continuously flickered from its mouth.
It was exhibiting a noticeably different behavior.
Gwiya was usually relaxed.
Even when it was gliding on his body, flicking its tongue, or catching its preyâ Gwiya always did all of those at a relaxed pace.
Pyo-wol had never seen it move with such agility before.
It seemed as though it was on alert, wary of something.
Pyo-wolâs gaze shifted to where Gwiya was looking.
It was in the middle of Lake Tai.
Beyond the pouring rain, the surface of the water rippled.
The waters surged, crashing against the land like waves.
If it were the ocean, it would make sense. However, this was a lake.
Although its size could be mistaken for that of the sea or ocean, the fact remained that it was a lake.
It was logically impossible for such large waves to occur in a lake unless it was artificially induced.
Pyo-wol stood up and stared at the waves.
In the middle of the waves, Pyo-wol saw a figure standing tall.
It was an elderly man whose age was indiscernible.
The elderly manâs blood-red robes and disheveled hair remained undisturbed even in the rain. His sunken eyes deeply embedded in his hooked nose also added to his gloomy appearance.
The old manâs gaze suddenly met Pyo-wolâs.
In that moment, the old manâs eyes gleamed.
When the old man tapped the ground, the waves rushing towards him came to an abrupt halt. And the surface of the water swelled up like a tidal wave.
Amidst the swelled up water, there flickered a pair of enormous red eyes.
Something colossal existed beneath the surface, and the old man was stepping on its head as he made his way across the lake.
Hiss! Hiss!
Upon seeing the massive entity being stepped on by the old man, Gwiya let out a soft whistling sound without pause.
The colossal being the old man was stepping on also looked at Gwiya.
At that moment, when he saw the vertically split pair of enormous eyes, Pyo-wol realized its true identity.
âJiaolong?â1
A massive serpent that failed to become a dragon.
It was a creature that was only mentioned in legends.
It was Pyo-wolâs first time seeing such a creature in person.
Only the creatureâs two eyes and head emerged above the surface of the water. But even then, it was larger than the combined height of three dozen people.
It was difficult to imagine how large the creatureâs submerged portion beneath the waterâs surface was.
The old man, riding the Jaiolong, murmured as he looked at Pyo-wol,
âYou saw me, huh? An interesting lad.â
The old manâs voice echoed loudly in Pyo-wolâs ears, like thunder. But the other people in the inn continued talking amongst themselves, unbothered as if they hadnât heard him.
Even with such a colossal water dragon outside the window, it seemed like no one could see it.
âIs he using a technique that interferes with the senses?â
Pyo-wolâs expression turned sullen.
In contrast, the old manâs mouth curled into an eerie smile.
Pyo-wol stood up from his seat and went outside the window, but not a single one of the guests in the inn paid him any attention. They just continued to talk amongst themselves.
Pyo-wol reaffirmed the fact that the old man was using some kind of technique.
Swoosh!
The Jaiolong carrying the old man gradually approached Lake Taiâs First Pavilion, and the gigantic waves from earlier rose once again.
The Jaiolong lifted its head and raised the old man. As a result, the old man and Pyo-wol found themselves looking at each other at eye level.
âFor you to see through the Invisibility Technique,2Â it seems like youâre no ordinary fellow. Whatâs your name?â
âPyo-wol.â
âPyo-wol? Then you must be the one whoâs being called the Reaper these days.â
The old man showed an expression of interest.
âAnd who might you be, old man?â
âMy name is Kyung Musaeng.â
âKyung Musaeng?â
âIt seems you donât recognize me. Well, I guess thatâs understandable since itâs been more than a decade since Iâve been active in Jianghu.â
The corners of Kyung Musaengâs mouth twisted.
It was a dry smile that could evoke an eerie feeling from anyone that saw it.
Kyung Musaeng continued,
âWhen I was active in Jianghu, those loud-mouth gossipers used to lumped together with the Eight Constellations.â
âThe Eight Constellations?â
âYes! They called me, the Visitor of Life and Death.3Â How ridiculous. They arbitrarily judge and lumped me together with them.â
Kyung Musaeng sneered.
He wasnât just mocking the busybodies talking about him, he was laughing at Jianghu as a whole.
And he had every qualification to do so, as a man capable of taming and riding a gigantic Jiaolong.
He had earned the right to come and go as he pleased.
âYouâve earned the right to look at me eye-to-eye. Just by seeing through the Invisibility Technique I displayed, you have enough qualifications. That little snake, too.â
Kyung Musaengâs gaze shifted to Gwiya, which was perched on Pyo-wolâs shoulder.
Gwiya was staring intently at Jiaolong.
Jiaolong must have thought it was an adorable sight to see Gwiya challenging him with determination when it was not even the size of his eyelash.
Jiaolong was a snake that could not become a dragon.
It was a being that could be called the King of all Snakes.4
It would be natural for all snakes to be submissive in the presence of Jiaolongâs power, but Gwiya was the only one who was fierce.
Kyung Musaeng found Gwiyaâs behavior surprisingly intriguing as well.
Pyo-wol asked him.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâm looking for someone.â
âA person?â
âYes. Iâve been looking for him for a long time. And recently, I found out that he came here to Lake Tai.â
âIf youâre looking for someone then why are you making all this noise?â
âHahaha! How amusing. Youâre the first person to ever say that to me. Moving noisily, you say.â
âWell, youâre riding on such a huge snake.â
âHahaha! No one can see this creature other than you. I made it that way, so, thereâs no need to make a fuss.â
âAre you talking about your Invisibility Technique?â
âThatâs right. There are very few people in the world who can see through my Invisible Technique. Among the Eight Constellations, there are only one or two at most. So, you can take pride in yourself.â
Kyung Musaengâs words were extremely arrogant.
His tone was as if he was looking down on everyone even Pyo-wol. But Pyo-wol didnât pay much attention to it and asked,
âWho are you looking for?â
âThe Ghost King!â
âIf itâs the Ghost King, then isnât he the man who is said to be the most incomprehensible being in all of Jianghu?â
âHo! You seem to know him.â
âIâve heard of him once.â
There was a child who was desperately being pursued by the Seven Stars in Sichuan Province.
The boyâs name was Nam Shin-woo, and he had extraordinary healing powers that allowed him to recover from any wound, no matter how severe, in an instant.
Hong Yushin said that the boy resembled the Ghost King. Thatâs why he became the target of the powerful figures in Jainghu.
They believed that if the boyâs secret was revealed, they would also become immortal like the Ghost King.
In the end, the situation came to a close when the Wind Saint took Nam Shin-woo away.
What happened to Nam Shin-woo after the Wind Saint took him away is currently unknown.
Pyo-wol hadnât heard anything about them since.
Kyung Musaeng asked,
âHave you ever seen the Ghost King?â
âNo.â
âI see. I guess if heâs so easily recognized by others, then he wouldnât be the Ghost King.â
âWhy are you looking for the Ghost King?â
âHeh heh! If I tell you the reason then you will have to die. Is that okay?â
âYou? Kill me?â
âYou are quite audacious. Well, if youâve reached that level at such a young age, you can afford to be audacious. But, listen, kid. The world is much larger than you know. You may stand out among the young generation, but there are plenty of monsters in Jianghu that are no less formidable than you. And this creature has devoured many of those monsters.â
Kyung Musaeng stomped his foot on Jiaolongâs head.
In turn, Jiaolongâs gaze turned ferocious.
It was said that the eyes of the snake had the power to paralyze the soul.
Kyung Musaeng doesnât know if thatâs actually true, but it was still a fact that the snakeâs eyes possessed the power to subdue the preyâs mind.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have immediately been disoriented the moment they met Jiaolongâs eyes, but unfortunately, Jiaolongâs eyes had no effect on Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol was someone who had survived in a snakeâs den.
It wasnât just his immunity to snake venom that kept him alive.
Pyo-wol managed to gain a deep understanding of snake thinking and physiology to the point that he could communicate and assimilate with them.
Pyo-wol reached out his hand towards Jiaolongâs nose.
Seeing this, Kyung Musaeng sneered,
âHeh heh! How dare you touch Jiaolong. Youâre just a bite away from its fangsââ
Kyung Musaengâs words suddenly trailed off.
His eyes widened.
Contrary to his expectations, Jiaolong had closed its eyes, enjoying Pyo-wolâs touch.
SoundlessWind21âs notes:
Nam Shin-woo and the Ghost King were mentioned in chapter 99. Thank you for reading!
Jiaolong. Raws: ęľëŁĄ(čéž). This is a dragon in Chinese mythology, often defined as a âscaled dragonâ; it is hornless according to certain scholars and said to be aquatic or river-dwelling.čéž jiÄolĂłng â legendary dragon with the ability to control rain and floodsInvisibility Technique. Raws: ěíë˛ě (éąĺ˝˘ćłčĄ).éąĺ˝˘ yÇnxĂng â invisiblećłčĄ fÇshĂš â magicVisitor of Life and Death. Raws: ěěŹę°(çćťĺŽ˘).çćť shÄngsÇ â life or death厢 kè â customer / visitor / guestKing of all Snakes. Raws: ěŹě¤ě§ě(čä¸äšç).č shĂŠ â snake / serpentä¸ zhĹng â within / among / in / middle / center / while (doing sth) / during / (dialect) OK / all rightäš zhÄŤ â (possessive particle, literary equivalent of ç) / him / her / itç wĂĄng -king or monarch / best or strongest of its type / grand / great