Silk King Murong Hyeok.
He was the Clan Head of the Murong Clan, one of the Five Great Clans, and one of the Five Kings Under Heaven.
He was also the man called the Conqueror and Ruler of Liaoning.
Not only was he strong enough to be granted the sobriquet of “King,” but in the realm of influence—the thing you needed to even be given such a sobriquet—he stood in an overwhelmingly dominant position.
Because among the Five Great Clans, the one who had achieved the greatest comrcial success was him.
The Conqueror of Liaoning.
That wasn’t a title earned through force alone. It was because he had absorbed every rchant group in the surrounding region.
To the point people around there said that if you wanted to set up a business in Liaoning, you had to go through the Murong Clan.
So when the world spoke of Murong Hyeok—
If the other Kings were n obsessed with martial arts...
Then, “The Silk King is obsessed with money,” was sothing you’d hear now and then.
That was how much Murong Hyeok—despite being a martial man—often poured his focus into rchant groups.
And because he focused, he achieved results so enormous they were absurd.
Ruler of the rchant groups.
Conqueror of Liaoning.
Among those who clutched wealth and were called the Seven Great rchant Groups of the Central Plains, the only one who was also the head of a prestigious clan.
The na “Silk King” was attached while recalling the Murong Clan’s distinctive swordsmanship and Murong Hyeok’s martial might, and aside from that—
“God of Wealth.”
He even had a title like that attached to him, praising his achievents.
So in the Central Plains, the Silk King wasn’t just one of the Five Kings Under Heaven—he was a man placed in an outstanding position.
And that Silk King—
“Son-in-law?”
“Son-in-law, he said?”
“Didn’t the Silk King just say ‘son-in-law’?”
“The Little Sword Saint is his son-in-law. What the...?”
He’d called son-in-law with his own mouth. The reaction from the people in the dical unit burst out in a way that was anything but normal.
“What does that an?”
“Did the Silk King have a daughter...?”
“Hah! He does. He does.”
The mont the questions exploded, soone spoke like they’d suddenly rembered sothing.
“Liaoning’s Most Beautiful. They said she’s the Silk King’s daughter.”
“Oh....”
“Most Beautiful? How beautiful could she be...?”
“I heard she practically shines from her face.”
“No way soone like that—”
“It’s not shining, exactly. I’m just pretty enough.”
“Hm?”
As the n talked, a clear, delicate voice cut in.
Click.
With light footsteps, the woman drifted into the dical unit as if she were swaying. She wore flowing clothes and a veil.
She walked toward with calm steps, and then—
SLOWLY.
She took off the veil she’d been wearing.
“Gasp....”
“Ah....”
The people who saw the face hidden behind the veil let out strangled sounds.
“...How...?”
How could soone be that beautiful?
Her looks were enough to make that question rise on its own, but—
“...You again... No, I an—Young Lady Murong, why are you here...?”
All I could do was frown as I looked at her.
When I asked, Murong Yeongsun frowned back at .
GRIP—!
“—!”
All of a sudden, she pressed down hard on my shoulder with her finger.
I felt it and clamped a hand over my mouth.
“Ghh... ngh....”
If I hadn’t, I would’ve scread right then.
“Tsk.”
Murong Yeongsun clicked her tongue briefly.
“...What are you doing...?”
I asked, forcing the pain down. Murong Yeongsun asked back.
“That’s what I want to ask.”
There was sothing I couldn’t na in her quiet voice—sothing chilling.
“What were you fighting for, until you ended up like this? That wasn’t like you.”
“......”
To that, I didn’t really have anything to say.
Even I thought it was sothing that wasn’t like .
“And on top of that. What was that?”
Sa question as Tang Cheon-il. Again, it was about my “appearance.”
They said my hair had turned white for a mont, right?
As I wondered how the hell my hair color could suddenly change—
[It’s the power of Moon Heaven.]
Yoo Cheongil explained it to .
[When the internal art lts into the body, Moon Eyes bloom. Like I explained earlier, that’s a mark. Moon Heaven is the growth form of that.]
It was the continuation of what he’d been explaining right before.
[If pinnacle is when inner power lts into the body, then reaching Moon Heaven is when Blue Moon Heart Art itself seeps into the body. In that process, as Moon Eyes bloom, abnormalities appear in the hair on the body.]
It was the first I’d ever heard of it. More than anything—
‘If sothing like that existed, it should’ve been famous.’
If it was a martial art that changed your hair color itself, it should’ve been widely known throughout the Central Plains.
But it wasn’t.
Just as I wondered what that difference ant—
[Of course.]
Yoo Cheongil answered as if he’d read my thoughts.
[Moon Heaven is sothing I made.]
“...!”
My eyes widened. Yoo Cheongil made it?
[You have to properly lt the internal art into the body. Only then can you follow the path the moon shows you in full. That’s why I made you master and use Moon-Spirit Sword Path.]
“......”
The power that lets energy show you the path.
That was Moon-Spirit Sword Path—sothing that let you ride the sword and swing it, and perfectly execute the opponent’s weakest point.
Moonlight shows the way.
That luminous, alien force was so strange it barely felt right to call it a martial art at all.
‘A power that lets you use that perfectly.’
If you used Moon Heaven on top of that, you’d be able to perfectly control the optimal path Moon-Spirit Sword Path showed you.
Just hearing it, it sounded like an insane kind of power.
The problem was—
‘...But I don’t rember.’
I didn’t rember, and my body was a wreck.
It hurt like hell. Pain that didn’t even belong in the sa universe as muscle soreness.
But since the physicians couldn’t notice anything, it ant it wasn’t just a physical problem.
‘If it’s not physical...’
Energy. And if it wasn’t even that—
‘The soul.’
A power that directly sses with the soul?
It was so absurd I almost laughed.
[So it can’t possibly be like ordinary Blue Moon Heart Art. In the entire Blue Moon Sect, the only one who could use Moon Heaven was . But since I’m dead, now it’ll be only you.]
He created a power that hadn’t existed before.
At that, I swallowed without aning to.
And the fact that—
‘I used it in front of that many people.’
ant the story would spread before long. With a power that obvious and visible, there was no way rumors wouldn’t explode.
[You’re supposed to grow through an internal art that’s been altered directly, but you awakened it on your own. I can’t tell you how nice it is to see. Keheheheheh.]
“......”
That old bastard, grinning like it was great without knowing what was going on inside , made want to strangle him.
‘Goddamn it.’
I didn’t know how things were about to go from here.
But the most important thing was—
‘In the end, it is an insane power.’
It was power strong enough to beat the Thunder Dragon.
That ant it absolutely wasn’t so trivial thing.
[That’s right. If you succeed in controlling it perfectly, there won’t be anyone in the Central Plains who can beat you.]
“......”
Yoo Cheongil said it with absolute confidence.
And because it was Yoo Cheongil saying it, the belief slid in even if I didn’t want it to.
Because I’d felt how ridiculous that power was, too.
“Ghh....”
I forced myself up. It still hurt like hell, but I managed to sit up, sohow.
“...So. Why are you really here?”
I asked, enduring the pain.
“Why? Did I co sowhere I’m not allowed to?”
Murong Yeongsun answered curtly. Sowhere she wasn’t allowed to?
“Feels like this isn’t really sowhere you should be.”
“...What?”
“I an... it’s a dical unit. You know.”
It was the dical unit right after the tournant stage ended. Murong Yeongsun didn’t have any reason to co here in the first place.
“And you’re not even participating—why did you co all the way to Henan?”
I didn’t understand why Murong Yeongsun—who’d gone all the way back to Liaoning—had co to Henan again.
To that, Murong Yeongsun twisted her face like I’d said sothing idiotic.
“Is that even a question?”
She spoke as if it were obvious.
“I ca to watch you do sothing weird again.”
“...Am I a zoo monkey?”
“What’s a zoo...?”
“It’s a thing.”
I let out a sigh. So she ca because of .
But—
“Then why is the Clan Head...?”
The handso middle-aged man in front of —Silk King Murong Hyeok—what did he co for?
When I asked that—
“I ca to see my son-in—”
“Can you stop joking around?”
I cut off his ridiculous attempt at a joke.
“Mm.”
Murong Hyeok nodded at my words.
“......”
Ah. This uncle really hadn’t changed.
He was a man you could never read. He was like that the first ti I saw him, and he was still like that now.
“...Why did you really co?”
What did this guy co for? The Silk King was famous for never leaving Liaoning.
With how many businesses he had to manage, how many things he had to handle—Murong Yeongsun was one thing, but this uncle showing up made no sense.
To that—
“I followed a friend.”
“...What?”
Murong Hyeok said sothing pretty damn strange.
A friend? A friend?
‘No way.’
A hazy thought flashed through my head.
I asked him imdiately.
“That ‘friend’—it’s not that old man from my house, right...?”
I asked while desperately hoping it wasn’t.
“Correct.”
“Goddamn it.”
I’d just heard sothing that should never happen in this world.
I already knew one person loitering around Henan.
A person who—like the Silk King—should be in Liaoning.
The difference was, the Silk King couldn’t leave because he was busy, but that guy didn’t leave because he had nothing to do—so the fact he stayed put was what kept the Central Plains sane.
“...You followed my family’s punk. No—my father?”
The Silk King followed our household parasite?
What kind of insane statent was that?
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“He told to co.”
“......”
There couldn’t be a more deranged answer than that.
“...Since when were you two that close?”
The Bang Clan of Liaoning and the Murong Clan had once been engaged, sure.
But that was an agreent between the previous generation. I’d never thought the clan heads themselves were actually close.
And now he’s saying friends.
There wasn’t a worse-matched pair in the world.
“He’s my friend.”
Murong Hyeok spat it out with a firm tone.
My head started to throb. My body hurt, and now my head hurt too.
Fine. Whatever. Let’s say that’s how it is.
“...So why did you co with my father?”
“......”
“Seriously, it can’t be that you ca just because he told you to.”
“......”
“Clan Head...?”
The Silk King didn’t answer. Did he really co because my dad said so?
There was no way he’d do sothing that insane.
‘He’s still the most normal person I know.’
Among everyone I knew, Murong Hyeok was the one you could call the most normal.
As long as you didn’t touch a certain part, he was fine.
‘How did it end up like this?’
How did it get like this?
Just as I was sitting there clutching my aching head, forgetting all about the tournant results—
“Hey!”
Another voice barged in from the entrance.
“Little Sword Saint! I heard you’re here—are you in here?!”
“......”
Who the hell is it now.
My dical unit wasn’t a public square. Why did people keep crawling in?
I turned my head.
A huge young man stood there.
Black-Grand Saber Peng Dojin.
“Ahahahaha! There you are. I ca to—”
Black-Grand Saber Peng Dojin stopped short when he saw Murong Yeongsun.
Ah. Right.
‘That bastard.’
When he saw , I’m pretty sure he said so garbage about how Murong Yeongsun was his.
“Oh.”
Black-Grand Saber Peng Dojin, who’d fallen silent, reacted with a short sound.
Then—
“Pretty girl!”
“...What?”
He blurted out pure nonsense. I gaped.
It wasn’t that I was shocked by the nickna itself.
I already knew Black-Grand Saber Peng Dojin was a lunatic, so no matter how he reacted, it wouldn’t have been strange—
But—
‘This is bad.’
Because the real problem was the person who ca with Murong Yeongsun.
“Ahahahaha!! My ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) pretty girl is—”
“Pretty girl?”
SSSSSSSS—.
A chill ran down my spine instantly.
Because—
“Right now.”
The Five Kings Under Heaven—the father of Murong Yeongsun standing right in front of —
Killing intent was pouring out of the Silk King.
“What did you just say?”
‘Ah.’
The mont I felt it, I knew.
‘I’m screwed.’
Silk King Murong Hyeok.
He was the most normal person I knew—
But if you touched a certain part, he turned into a demon more vicious than anyone.
And that part was—
‘A terrifying, insane daughter-doting father.’
The fact that he treasured Murong Yeongsun more than anything in the world.
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