Chronicles Of The Martial God’s Return - Chapter 86

Episode 86

“Hyeolmara….”

Namgung-cheon, who was sitting at a place overlooking the manor and drinking, fell into thought, recalling the story Danwoo-hyeon had told him.

Blood demon.

It’s not the first time I’ve heard this name.

It is a being that appeared a thousand years ago when Jungwon was in turmoil. However, it was subjugated by the god of war, and since then, the name of Blood Demon has never been mentioned.

However, Dan Woo-hyeon brought up the name as if he knew the blood demon. As if someone had actually seen him.

‘It’s a strange thing. ‘How can he know something that even I don’t know…?’

My curiosity doubled.

Even so, Dan Woo-hyeon’s identity made me think a lot.

A being that I don’t know where it came from.

A being of such omnipotence and inaction that it is strange that its past history is unknown.

But now, what I was more concerned about than his identity was his one word.

‘It was the strongest, but not the best…’

What on earth does that mean?

Namgung-cheon still couldn’t hide his doubts about Dan Woo-hyeon’s identity and what he said. As the words made no sense, I couldn’t help but think deeper.

Nagongcheon, who had been lost in his thoughts alone for a while, gave up his thoughts and stood up.

“So, this is my first time here.”

Although a considerable amount of time has passed since I entered the manor, this was the first time I set foot on this hill behind the manor. I came here simply because I wanted to look at the scenery and organize my thoughts, but since the surrounding scenery is so open, I don’t think there is a better place than this.

As Namgungcheon looked around with a satisfied smile, a burial mound faintly appeared in his field of vision.

A burial mound in a place like this.

I felt out of place.

Namgungcheon slowly approached and looked at it, then tilted his head.

Three burial mounds and three memorial tablets sitting there.

Namgung Cheon, who was reading the words on the memorial tablet, felt somehow familiar.

“Taegongjin, Nam Joo-ryeon, Cheon Moo-gwang…

huh…?”

Nangong Cheon blinked and stared at it for a while, then looked up at the sky.

Is there something wrong with my body because my energy has disappeared? I felt like my eyes were blurry for some reason.

I rubbed my eyes with one hand and turned my gaze back to the burial mound. However, the letters only appeared more clearly.

The burial mound did not even look like it had been built for some time.

“What the hell is this…what…!”

Does this mean the remains were not taken by the Demonic Cult or some other group? I couldn’t bear to dig it up, and even if I did, I couldn’t prove that it was the remains of Samcheon.

Judging by the color of the soil in the burial mound, it was assumed that it had been built only a few months ago. Is it really a coincidence that even the name and name of the plaque above are the same?

Suddenly, Namgung Cheon remembered Namgung Sohye’s words.

“Grandpa, can a person… live for a thousand years?” Why does that word suddenly come to mind?

Nam Gung-cheon put the situation together with an ominous mind.

Everything about Dan Woo-hyeon, his actions, and the words he said, I recalled them one by one and put them together piece by piece.

As the pieces of the mystery seemed to fit together one by one, a hypothesis eventually formed in his head.

But soon he shook his head.

“Hehe, no matter how hypothetical it is, it doesn’t make sense.”

That was impossible.

In order to solve the mystery of Samcheon’s remains and the identity of Danwoohyeon, Namgungcheon immediately went to visit Danwoohyeon.

“Three thousand remains?”

“That’s right. “I went to the hill behind the manor and there was a memorial tablet with their names written on it.”

flinch-!

Kwon Moo-jin and Jang Sam-tae flinched.

I don’t know about anything else, but I didn’t want Namgung-cheon to find out about that. That’s why I tried to prevent myself from going up the hill as much as possible, but I ended up getting caught.

Kwon Moo-jin and Jang Sam-tae’s gaze turned towards Danwoo-hyeon.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie. The burial mound appears to have been made a few months ago, and the name of the memorial tablet is also the same. That must be…

“It must be the same person.”

“That… that can’t be possible…”

Dan Woo-hyeon shamelessly decided to go out.

I know that even if I tell the truth anyway, they won’t believe me. In that case, it would have been easier to go out with a brave face rather than having to come up with an excuse. Especially against someone like Namgung-cheon.

“Is there any evidence that there are three thousand of them?”

“No, there is nothing like that, but in that situation…”

“They are my acquaintances. It is nothing more than moving the grave. “Just a few months ago.”

“No, but no matter how much I think about it….”

“If we say that they are the remains of three thousand people because their names are the same, then there must be a lot of three thousand people alive in this central plain.” Nangong Cheon couldn’t say anything.

Dan Woo-hyeon is right.

There are plenty of people with the same name. If you gather people with the same name as 3,000, there will be so many that even an army can hold a horse.

‘Still, isn’t it too exquisite to be coincidental?…

Namgung-cheon sighed again and again, feeling frustrated that no matter what he said, it wouldn’t work.

But Namgungcheon was not going to back down like this.

“Are you… hiding something from me?”

“Hide it? “What are you talking about?”

Namgung-cheon smiled and took a deep breath, organizing the hypotheses that had popped into his head.

In fact, it was embarrassing to even say it out loud. No matter how much I think about it, I cannot understand it.

For a moment, it occurred to me that it might be just one word that could change that expressionless guy’s face.

“Are you… by any chance, related to the God of War?”

flinch –

Dan Woo-hyeon’s eyebrows rose.

Although it was only a moment, there was no way Nangong Cheon could have missed it. His sharp eyes were well known in the Murim Alliance. Don’t miss even the smallest movement.

“It seems like it’s true. “At such a young age, with such strength, with the way he speaks as if he knows what happened a thousand years ago, and with the memorial tablets and burial mounds that are presumed to be the remains of 3,000 people… you won’t be able to deny it.”

“haha.”

“In my opinion, you are a descendant of the god of war.”

“……?!”

“A descendant of Martial God?” It was Kwon Moo-jin and Jang Sam-tae who were surprised by those words.

I was always curious about the background of the mysteriously strong Dan Woo-hyeon’s martial arts, and if Dan Woo-hyeon was indeed a descendant of the martial god, then some explanation was possible.

“He must have gained the spirit of martial arts from this land of Honam. So, they probably also know about blood demons and martial gods…”

The two people also nodded. It certainly seemed like Namgungcheon was right. It felt like all the pieces were fitting together one by one.

Now that I think about it, Dan Woo-hyeon sometimes smiled when good stories about Musin came out, and seemed upset when bad stories came out.

“Was the reason the remains of the three thousand people were brought in to nourish their spirits because they are descendants?”

“ha ha ha.”

But Dan Woo-hyeon laughed.

He was smiling with a face that neither denied nor confirmed everything Namgung-cheon had said so far. It is the face of a child who has heard an interesting old story. The three people gave a puzzled look. What on earth is the truth?

“It’s an interesting hypothesis… but in some ways it’s true and in others it’s wrong.”

“…What does that mean?”

“Well, that’s what it is.”

Dan Woo-hyeon smiled and did not continue speaking. As if you think it is your freedom no matter how you think.

Because of this, the three people, especially Nam Gung-cheon, became even more curious.

What on earth is this person? A person with the courage and skill to bring three remains from an island where there are many members of the Murim League and the Demonic Cult.

Although he is said to have no inner strength, he is a person who defeated the sword emperor without even allowing him to eat a single herb.

Out of frustration, Namgung-cheon shouted at Dan Woo-hyeon.

“But there’s no way you’re the god of war himself! “What on earth are you?”

Dan Woo-hyeon smiled happily for the first time in a long time.

The sight of the three people trying to figure out their identities was quite cute.

“My name is Dan Woo-hyeon. “That fact has not changed since ancient times.”

“That’s your name…”

“And this is my manor and you are my family. Is there a need for identity when it doesn’t change? Isn’t that so, Gunja Sword?”

“Come on!”

“Big!”

Dan Woo-hyeon smiled and stood up. It is slowly becoming afternoon. I had to wake up Dansomi, who slept late last night, and feed her.

Namgung-cheon, who was watching him slowly heading towards So-mi’s room, looked back with a frown. Before I knew it, Kwon Moo-jin and Jang Sam-tae were approaching.

“Are they really descendants of the God of War?”

“Young Master, your guess is clear! “It fits perfectly!”

“Hmm, it’s just a guess… but there are some parts that fit.”

Moreover, Dan Woo-hyeon neither confirmed nor denied it. He also said that although it is not correct, it is not wrong.

In the end, it is an indirect affirmation of the fact that it is related to martial arts.

Everyone’s hearts were excited by that fact.

The best expert in the world.

A gigantic sky that no one can overcome throughout history and history.

That is Mu-shin and Dan Woo-hyeon is the example after that.

Even though he was the emperor of the world, I couldn’t help but feel my heart pounding.

“Well then, the person we are serving now is…”

Namgungcheon frowned.

I could imagine what words would come out of Kwon Moo-jin’s mouth. It was a moment when even the title of Emperor of Swords, one of the five emperors in the world, became meaningless and shabby in front of him.

“He might be the best in the world.” Nangong Cheon said with a bitter smile.

In fact, I didn’t think about this until I discovered the burial mound and remembered Namgung Sohye’s words.

I just thought he was a disciple of some kind of gin.

Why are there not many in midfield?

There have been countless warriors in the history of martial arts that have lasted over a thousand years. Cheongija, Bloodwind Demon, Hegemony, Yin-Yang Nogoi, Mujinja, Soumdo, etc.

Even though they were not famous masters, there were many who were strong but quietly chose to live in seclusion and only raise disciples.

But the moment Namgungcheon saw the remains of those three thousand people, he realized.

Dan Woo-hyeon is definitely related to them. That is why a burial mound was created immediately after the remains were taken away.

Regardless of whether it was the Murim League, the Demon Cult, or the Sapa, when they found the remains, the first thing they would do was to examine the bones to determine how the energy and energy flowed.

Of course, in name it would be to collect the remains of ancestors, but digging into them would have never been a good thing. Nangong Cheon was sure of that.

“Anyway, I think so. So, everything you have heard here….”

“I will keep quiet.”

“why not?”

Jang Sam-tae was very happy that Dan Woo-hyeon was a descendant of the god of war. Moreover, since he was learning martial arts from him, he was also becoming a disciple of the descendant of the god of war.

The moment Jang Sam-tae’s eyes sparkled, imagining that he would be praised by all the martial arts people and that he would gain great wealth and power, he felt the cold gaze of the two men.

“I will shut everything up.”

Jang Sam-tae held his breath as he felt the fierceness of Kwon Moo-jin, who was immediately trying to cut out his snout and pull out his tongue, and Namgung Cheon, who was trying to pluck out all his teeth.

‘Holy shit…’

In the end, his dream ended as a midday dream.

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