Pyo-wol thought that only he knew about acupoints. However, when he thought about it again, Jianghu’s history is long. It was arrogant of him to think that he was the only one who knew about it.
Assassins have existed since the beginning of Jianghu.
It would not be strange at all if one of them knew about acupoints.
Long-term research from generation to generation could have found a way to detect changes in the location of a person’s acupoints.
There was only one group in Jianghu that had such a long tradition of assassination techniques.
“The Hundred Wraith Union.”
Except for himself, there was only one place that possessed such a high level of assassination techniques. However, with only a silver needle, he could not claim that the killer was from the Hundred Wraith Union.
Because the evidence was too weak.
In any case, just by uncovering Lee So-yeol’s cause of death, his desired result is achieved. But Pyo-wol was not satisfied with this much.
He had another reason why he asked Lee So-yeol’s body to be moved to the Scripture Pavilion.
Pyo-wol approached the Scripture Pavilion’s bookshelf.
He then skimmed through the titles of the books.
Movements of Jianghu’s Sects.
Secret Record of the War of the Demons and Heavens.
Battle of the Blood Heaven History.
Secret History of Jianghu.
There were many books here that are not available on the market.
Pyo-wol picked up a book related to the history of Jianghu and began to read it at high speed. He did not pay attention to the other books.
Flipping! Flap!
He quickly flipped through the pages.
This kind of speed was only possible because he was not reading with the intention of fully understanding the book’s contents, but rather forcing the contents of the book into his head.
These books were the reason why Pyo-wol entered the Wudang sect.
Fluttering!
Pyo-wol used most of his mental strength to read those books at a frightening speed.
He didn’t have much time.
He had to read all the marked books within the allotted time.
He read one book without blinking an eye.
Thud! Thud!
A book on the shelf was removed and put back in again.
Pyo-wol read almost a dozen books in one sitting. He was reading at a dreadful pace.
He wanted to read more books, but it was impossible to stay in the Scripture Pavilion any longer.
There was a great commotion outside the Scripture Pavilion a while ago. It seemed that the patience of the Wudang sect masters had reached its limit when he heard the people’s voices outside grew louder.
Tak!
Finally, Pyo-wol, who put the Battle of the Blood Heaven History on the bookshelf, came out of the Scripture Pavilion.
“You bastard! What did you waste so much time on?”
As soon as he came out, Woo-sung approached him with fierce eyes.
While Pyo-wol was in the Scripture Pavilion, he did not take his eyes off him for a single moment, and his eyes were all bloodshot.
“Taoist! Stop it.”
Woo Pyeong tried to stop him, but Woo-sung did not back down.
The other taoists’ faces were full of anger as well.
They all glared at Pyo-wol as if they were going to eat him. However, Pyo-wol didn’t even pay attention to them.
Pyo-wol’s appearance made the taoists more angry.
“This man—”
“How dare you!”
They thought that Pyo-wol was ignoring them.
Their thoughts were true.
At this moment, they were not in Pyo-wol’s mind. The place where Pyo-wol’s gaze was directed was at the back of Woo-sung.
To be precise, it was at the staircase leading up to the Scripture Pavilion.
Hoo-hung!
Wind was blowing from the bottom of the stairs.
To be precise, someone was walking up, driving the wind.
The taoists, including Woo-sung, have yet to notice this fact. Their great anger toward Pyo-wol paralyzed their nerves and senses.
Only Woo Pyeong, who was sober, looked back when he felt a strange feeling.
Hoo-huung!
The wind got stronger.
It wasn’t until the strong wind blew to the point of fluttering everyone’s clothes that Woo-sung and the other masters realized that something unusual was happening.
They quickly turned around. Then they saw an old master descending the stairs.
The moment they saw the old taoist, the Wudang sect taoists felt as if they were mercilessly being stabbed by an awl. Their complexion grew pale.
“Hyuk! Senior brother!”
“Why is Uncle Sang-jin here?”
“Ah!”
They recognized the old taoist’s identity at once.
The old taoist was a Sang-jin, who is also known as the Wudang sect’s Number One Sword.
Sang-jin descended the stairs with his sword behind his back. His whole body was flowing with a knife-like momentum.
“Disciple Woo Pyeong meets senior brother.”
“Woo-sung greets uncle.”
“We see you, junior uncle.”
All the taoists who were gathered in front of the Scripture Pavilion bowed in front of Sang-jin.
Among them, the only ones who stayed still were Pyo-wol and Soma.
Soma hid behind the Pyo-wol and glared at Sang-jin. But Sang-jin didn’t even pay attention to Soma.
His eyes were fixed on Pyo-wol.
“You’re the demon.”
Sang-jin spoke up at once.
His voice contained a deep hatred.
Sang-jin hated the idea of letting an assassin enter the Wudang sect. He would rather die than let them in.
“You’re in luck, demon! If it wasn’t for you revealing the cause of So-yeol’s death, I would have torn and killed you in a thousand or ten thousand pieces right away. If you don’t want to die miserably in my hands, you’ll have to pray for the cause of death.”
At Sang-jin’s threat, Woo Pyeong hurriedly stepped forward.
“Senior brother! Lord Pyo is here to help us!”
“Shut up, Woo-pyeong! Don’t you get it? How dare you bring a demon into a Wduang sect’s land. I will punish you severely after the sect leader’s birthday party is over.”
At Sang-jin’s angry voice, Woo Pyeong closed his eyes.
Sang-jin was famous for being upright.
All of his thoughts revolved around the Wudang sect.
He had caused many incidents and accidents in the past because he could never tolerate an existence that has the possibility of causing harm to the Wudang sect’s prestige. But paradoxically, his tenacity made him more devoted to martial arts.
With the determination not to forgive the Wudang sect’s enemies, he immersed himself into the Wudang sect’s martial arts. Thanks to that, he gained a reputation as the Wudang sect’s Number One Sword. He achieved a level unmatched by any opponent in the Wudang sect.
If Sang-jin had a more flexible mindset, the Wudang sect’s leader would have become him, not Cheongjin. Since it was him who could be said to be the best in the Wudang sect in terms of martial arts.
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