The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 68

Pyon Juksu shouted loudly and then listened intently. It was to check where the sound was coming from. But even after waiting for a long time, no answer came.

"Why is the person who spoke not answering?"

Still, there was no answer. Pyon Juksu turned around and shrugged his shoulders.

Mok Wigun was also at a loss. He hadn't expected the opponent to come out like this all of a sudden. But just in case, he heightened his senses as much as possible. It was to detect any sign of people or sound.

But he couldn't feel anything from Seomun Daecheol or the people of the Folding Snow Valley, and he only heard a murmuring sound from behind.

"Elder. If it's Seomun Daecheol, he's a figure from the previous generation, so is it okay to call such a person a child?"

"Ahem. It's difficult to say the details, but that person is someone who can do that."

He felt the surprised presence of the Hwangbo siblings. Of course, they would be surprised. To call Seomun Daecheol a child, you have to be older than him. But Pyon Juksu, who looked to be about thirty, was saying it was okay to say that.

In fact, it's okay to say a little more than that. If Mugwang didn't tell them, Mok Wigun was planning to tell them slyly when the time was right. Because he was planning to use the Hwangbo siblings to spread the rumor that Pyon Juksu was a master who had returned to his youth.

'But why did he suddenly stop talking?'

It would be best if it was Seomun Daecheol himself, but it was fine even if it wasn't. A person who would come to warn them like this would be a master. But Pyon Juksu suddenly shared his senses. At that, a sound was heard.

- What should we do if they come out like this? I didn't learn this!

- Just do as you've been doing.

- They're calling him a child. There must be a great master over there, what if we get caught?

Pyon Juksu was eavesdropping on the two of them exchanging telepathic messages.

- I don't know. If we do something wrong to the fairy, we'll be in big trouble. I'm just going to go.

- Hey. You have to say something before you go. Ah, damn it. I'm going to get in trouble.

Then, no more sound was heard. Mok Wigun approached Pyon Juksu and asked.

"What happened?"

"Since there was no word, I looked around a bit."

Pyon Juksu could detect things that people couldn't. Of course, if he could use his original abilities properly.

"But you haven't recovered that much, have you?"

"I'm not completely recovered yet. But I'm so curious. I overdid it a little."

Come to think of it, the complexion of the faintly smiling guy was pale. He was an incorrigible fellow anyway. The personality of a guy who can't stand being curious. That didn't change no matter how much time passed.

"Don't overdo it with things like this in the future."

"Oh my. I'm trying to. I'm so tired I could die."

Although he said that, he would do the same thing again if a similar situation arose. Mok Wigun sighed, shook his head, and said to the party.

"First, let's find out where the other people are."

At those words, the party began to move. Everyone had a dumbfounded expression at the current situation. Dan Bulseok muttered.

"They say Seomun Daecheol is eccentric, but he's beyond imagination."

"Exactly. Maybe he's old and fell asleep while talking?"

Gu Mungoe said something absurd and made people laugh. Mok Wigun also chuckled, but he was thinking something else in his head.

'Seeing that they're calling her a fairy, it means she's a woman.'

It wasn't Seomun Daecheol, but someone came out under the order of a person called a fairy? It seemed there was something in the Folding Snow Valley that was not known to the outside.

As he was thinking that, Dan Bulseok said loudly.

"I think there are people over there."

Where Dan Bulseok was pointing, there were quite a lot of people. Seeing the tents, it was certain that they were the people who had gone first.

* * *

In a wide open space, all the people who had come first were gathered. He didn't know well when he saw it from afar, but it was a very wide space. To the extent that there were many empty places even after everyone had taken their seats.

Mok Wigun first took a rest. And the next day, he ordered the Light Wind Unit members to find out what had happened so far.

"They say they heard a voice from the air, just like us. They say everyone was told to stay here."

Gu Mungoe, who had gone around and heard the story, said.

"But they're not the kind of people who would just stay still."

Are martial artists the kind of people who listen to others well? On top of that, the rare treasure, the thousand-year-old fire carp, is right in front of them. They are definitely not people who would just stay still.

"Of course. So they all rushed to the side where the Flame Pond is. But."

Suddenly, a swarm of butterflies covered all directions, and they were attacked by someone. And he said a huge number of people had died.

"If it were a normal situation, they wouldn't have been defeated like that, but the swarm of butterflies flew around, and the powder spread everywhere, so they were defeated in an instant."

"So they're still staying here?"

"They tried about two more times, centered on the people who arrived later, but the result was the same."

As expected, there was something.

"Ah. And the places that came from one place, like the Baek family or the Huashan Sect, had little damage, but the places where various people had gathered had many dead."

"The difference between having a command system and not is big."

Mok Wigun was puzzled as to who was doing this and why.

'Are they preventing people from going to the Flame Pond to take the thousand-year-old fire carp for themselves?'

But that didn't seem to be the case either. He said he would invite people to Seomun Daecheol's manor tomorrow, and after that, he would let them go to the Flame Pond.

"Is there anyone who has seen Seomun Daecheol?"

"Yes. He came nearby and talked, and they say it was definitely Seomun Daecheol."

"Oh? So what are they all going to do?"

"They say they'll go to the manor this afternoon, talk, and then decide."

It would be better than moving rashly and suffering great damage.

While the Light Wind Unit was investigating, Mok Wigun also looked around, and there were about seven groups. There were the Baek family, the Divine Physician Valley, the Huashan Sect, and the Mok family, and there were about three places where people who knew each other had gathered.

The large groups had about a hundred people, and the small groups had at least thirty people. They all had similar numbers, but the places with a small number of people had many dead.

"But all these people won't be able to enter the manor."

The manor of Seomun Daecheol, which was visible in the distance, was large, but it was not a place that could accommodate all the people here.

If it was just a matter of entering, they could somehow enter, but then all directions would be crowded with people, and it would be chaotic. But a few people came out from the manor side.

"Listen!"

About three or four men and five or six women came out, and a man stepped forward and shouted. A little distance away from where the people were gathered.

"From now on, I will convey the Valley Lord's words!"

Everyone came out and listened to his words. Many familiar faces were seen.

"The people who will enter the manor in a little while will be three people per group!"

At those words, the people began to murmur. Then someone asked a question.

"How exactly are the groups divided?"

"It's as you are gathered now, and there are a total of eight groups!"

The people turned their heads and looked. Then they realized why there were eight groups. It was because Mok Wigun's party, which had come last, was included in the existing seven groups, making it eight.

"No. You mean there are eight groups including that group?"

"That's right."

Just in case, there was also a person who pointed at Mok Wigun's party with his hand and confirmed. And when he said yes, there was a backlash.

"Isn't this a bit much?"

"That place has only about ten people, isn't it a bit much to count them as one group?"

At that, the man shouted.

"Those who have a complaint, step forward!"

As soon as his words ended, butterflies flew up from one side. Seeing that, everyone shut their mouths. It was because they were burdened to fight with them.

When the protesters shut their mouths, all the groups moved to choose three people. Most of them easily chose three people. Only the places where various people had gathered were a little noisy, but that was also soon sorted out.

"Three people per group."

Mok Wigun chose Pyon Juksu and Dan Bulseok.

"Take good care of the kids while I'm inside. Especially Hwangbo Ryeong."

Pyon Juksu glared and said to take special care of Hwangbo Ryeong. As they were moving, he had continued to talk with Hwangbo Ryeong about spiritual creatures and spiritual herbs, and it seemed he had taken a liking to her.

"I understand. I will take good care of her."

Mugwang answered very politely. A sight that would have made anyone who knew the usual Mugwang fall over in surprise. But everyone's attention was focused on the Folding Snow Valley, so no one saw.

"Alright. We have to go."

The other places had already sent out their three representatives. Mok Wigun's party joined them, and they received strange gazes from various people.

The Mok family and the Divine Physician Valley had very hostile gazes, and the Baek family treated them relatively friendly. The Huashan Sect and the other groups had curious expressions.

"Let's go in first."

Taeseokgwan of the Huashan Sect said. He acted as if he was the representative of the people, but everyone accepted it without any particular complaint. Whether it was by the name of the Huashan Sect or by his personal fame, he was fully qualified for that.

Because he was widely known as the Plum Blossom Sword Master of the Huashan Sect and a person very close to the Ten Great Masters. People ranked the Cold Sword Taeseokgwan a little higher than the Ghost Claw Bang So-eung or Jin Jaryun.

"They are all formidable."

Dan Bulseok said as he looked around. Perhaps because they were the representatives, they were all famous people.

"What do you mean, formidable? At your level now, you wouldn't be pushed back even if you fought with Bang So-eung."

At Mok Wigun's words, Dan Bulseok was surprised.

"Me?"

"Of course. If you train a little more, you'll be able to fight with that Taeseokgwan over there."

People see Taeseokgwan as a slightly higher master than Bang So-eung. But that 'little' is actually an enormous difference. The higher you go, the more so. In the world of masters, that 'little' is something you don't know if you can narrow even after training for decades.

Dan Bulseok's heart was full. To think that he could go beyond Bang So-eung and even fight with Taeseokgwan. Choosing Mok Wigun had changed his destiny. He thought that choice was the best thing he had ever done in his life.

* * *

"Welcome."

As they entered a large building inside the manor, a white-haired old man greeted them and said. Although his hair was white, his eyes were sharp and his voice was resonant.

"It's been a long time, Senior Seomun."

"Oh. It's the Ghost Claw. Yes. It's been about thirty years, right?"

"Time has passed so quickly."

Bang So-eung, who had a slight connection with Seomun Daecheol, stepped forward first and created a good atmosphere.

"I am Taeseokgwan of Huashan."

Next, Taeseokgwan stepped forward and greeted him. He was a much older senior, and he was Seomun Daecheol, who was called a member of the former Ten Great Masters. It was not strange at all to greet him first.

"Alright. Take a seat."

Twenty-four people sat down. Maids in fluttering clothes guided each person, so there was no confusion about where to sit. But as soon as they sat down, Seomun Daecheol said something unexpected.

"Who among you is the strongest?"

(End of Chapter)