No one from the Emei sect could dispute Yong Seol-ran’s words.
Her words reminded the Emei disciples of the reality of their situation.
The sect leader of Emei cowardly attacked a warrior of the Qingcheng sect and was killed. At that moment, the Emei sect’s reputation had fallen to the ground.
Everyone had lost their respect for the Emei sect. That includes the sects who have previously cooperated with them.
The Emei sect had lost their justification to get their revenge against Pyo-wol.
The warriors of Jianghu are obsessed with having a just cause.
There are cases where a warrior, who had lost everything, would get up again with the help of those around him because the warrior had a good reason. There were also other cases however, where a warrior would lose everything while pursuing his work with unreasonable ambition without a justifiable cause.
In the case of the Emei sect, they were the latter.
They now have a crush on the Qingcheng sect, and have even lost the trust of the Sichuan warriors. No matter how great their force was, they could not survive if they turned all of the Sichuan warriors into their enemies.
It was the same with the Qingcheng sect.
When it was revealed that Mu Jeong-jin had mastered sorcery, the Qingcheng sect lost its justification for revenge.
This is also the reason why even if Muhwajin wanted to immediately order the Qingcheng sect’s Seven Swords and Law Enforcement disciples to attack Pyo-wol, he didn’t. Because there was a high probability that he would lose the respect of the other warriors if he did.
Both the cause and the initiative were completely lost to Pyo-wol.
He even controlled and immobilized the warriors with fear. It was the first time in the history of Sichuan that such a man appeared. Even in the heyday of the Tang Family, they could not dominate the warriors with this level of fear.
“Hu…!”
Muhwajin let out a sigh.
Just as Yong Seol-ran said, it was time for them to step back. He handed Mu Jeong-jin’s body to Mu Young and approached Pyo-wol.
“We would also like to retrieve the body of Mu Jeong-jin and leave. Will you allow us?”
Everyone’s eyes were focused on Pyo-wol’s face. The situation would depend on how he would respond. Pyo-wol looked at Muhwajin and Yong Seol-ran without saying a word.
His expressionless eyes pierced their hearts like a dagger. It was not long after that Pyo-wol opened his mouth.
“If I let you go, you’ll dream of revenge. Just like I did…”
“I promise in my name. The Emei sect will never take revenge on Daehyup Pyo.”
“How can I believe that?”
“You have to believe it. I’ll make it happen.”
Yong Seol-ran’s words contained a strange echo. Pyo-wol looked at Yong Seol-ran’s face half-heartedly.
Even when they met in the underground cave seven years ago, Yong Seol-ran was somehow different from the other Emei disciples. Even now, although she sounded polite, she did not show any humility.
“If Daehyup Pyo does not accept my proposal, we have no choice but to prevent such a worst-case scenario.”
“You can leave.”
Pyo-wol nodded his head.
As long as the Guhwasata, the cause of all these incidents, was killed, he found no more reason to pay any more attention to the Emei sect.
Yong Seol-ran bowed her head slightly towards Pyo-wol and stepped back.
“Everyone, stop crying. We are sinners who don’t deserve to cry.”
She urged the crying Emei disciples to retrieve the bodies of the dead. The warriors of Emei, who recovered the bodies of their colleagues including the Guhwasata, left the battlefield helplessly.
In the meantimes, Muhwajin was troubled. With this incident, their sect had lost against a single person making their reputation fall to the ground. His heart was heavy as he seemed to see the bleak future of the Qingcheng sect.
‘I should have stopped Senior Brother right away.’
No matter how much he regretted it now, it was of no use.
For now, it was important to retreat while preserving the power of the Qingcheng sect.
Muhwajin said,
“Since we both have our own faults, I won’t ask you any more than this. With this, we will forget all resentment towards each other.”
They were friendly enough to forget each other’s grudges, and in fact, it was nothing more than a declaration of surrender by the Qingcheng sect.
There was a humiliated expression on the faces of all the disciples of the Qingcheng sect, including Muhwajin. But no one dared to flinch. It is because they know that the momentum was on Pyo-wol’s side.
Pyo-wol nodded his head.
Muhwajin took the signal of Pyo-wol and then left after collecting the dead bodies of the Qingcheng sect warriors.
Now, only the Black Cloud Corps and the soldiers were left in the area.
Jang Muryang made an absurd expression on his face.
‘Is this how it ends? For one man…’
All the work he had done in Sichuan was in vain. The Emei sect, who had been their strong backer, became a remnant and returned to Mount Emei, leaving them behind.
The Black Cloud Corps also lost quite a bit of their troops to Pyo-wol. However, in the current atmosphere, their revenge could not be carried out.
This is because Jang Muryang himself was seriously injured by Pyo-wol.
If the dagger stuck in his right chest had been pushed an inch more to the side, he would have already stopped breathing. Just being alive right now was a miracle.
‘To make all these boards by yourself and succeed. A true grim reaper has appeared in Jianghu.’
Jang Muryang bit his lip.
Like the Emei and Qingcheng sect, Jang Muryang felt that they had lost. As long as the atmosphere and initiative were completely transferred to Pyo-wol, no matter how much he and the Black Cloud Corps struggled, they would only be humiliated.
‘Shit! I will make sure you will pay for this.’
Jang Muryang turned back with an angry face. The Black Cloud Corps followed.
When the Black Cloud Corps left the battlefield, there was nothing the other warriors could do. They looked at Pyo-wol with fearful eyes.
Now they also realized that the leadership of Sichuan had passed on to Pyo-wol.
To think a single assassin could produce such unbelievable results.
Pyo-wol stepped forward.
There were many warriors, but no one stopped Pyo-wol. Rather, they reluctantly stepped back and opened the way.
Pyo-wol walked an open path made by the warriors. The warriors had an intuition that a new legend had been born in Sichuan Province.
The legendary assassin…
The soldiers looked at him with awe-inspiring eyes. But not everyone was like that.
On the contrary, there were men who burned with a sense of revenge.
‘Pyo…wol!’
Among the warriors, there was a middle-aged man staring at Pyo-wol.
It was Woo Jinpyeong.
He was a man who lost his child, Woo Gunsang, to Pyo-wol and was the second-in-command of the Qingcheng sect.
He wanted the Qingcheng sect to take revenge, but the Qingcheng sect betrayed his expectations. Since the Qingcheng sect have already said that they will be retreating and forgoing their resentment, they cannot take his revenge on Pyo-wol.
‘Good! I will take revenge for my child with my own strength.’
On that day, Woo Jinpyeong sold all his property and left Sichuan.
* * *
The power dynamics in Sichuan had a great change.
The Emei and Qingcheng sect, who had been fighting for supremacy so far, stopped their activities almost at the same time, while the other sects locked their doors and focused on recovering the damage.
Naturally, the Sichuan entered a period of stagnation.
The warriors of Sichuan kept their mouths shut about that particular day’s events as if they had made a promise.
It was a day of filth that will never be erased for them.
They did not have the courage to dare to bring back the shameful memories of being overwhelmed by a single assassin.
Many people died, and many clans suffered great damage, but no one dared to dream of revenge against Pyo-wol.
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