CHAPTER 305
"What is Mara Law Palace?"
It was a name that I had never heard before.
No sect or faction that Pyowol knew of used that name.
"Could it be a sect from the Western Regions?"
Since the two people said they were from the Western Regions, it was possible.
Pyowol did not know all the sects, and this was especially true for sects from remote regions with limited information.
Tarha's martial arts were shocking.
It wasn't just because of its high rebound strength.
Everything that exists has a purpose.
This also applies to martial arts.
Every martial art has its own purpose and develops in a direction that corresponds to that purpose.
For example, martial arts like Solim were developed to subdue people without causing harm. This doesn't mean that they don't have any killing power, but they leave a little bit of mercy in their hand movements.
This is why recommended techniques or Stick Technique are part of Solim martial arts. They aim to exclude the use of deadly techniques as much as possible.
On the other hand, some martial arts focus on maximizing their killing power. This was the case with martial artists who pursued the use of Sapa-na magic.
Therefore, martial arts inevitably developed in different directions based on their individual tendencies.
Tarha's martial art, as seen by Pyowol, seemed to have been created solely for destruction, with only one purpose in mind: to thoroughly destroy the human body.
Pyowol had fought countless unmanned beings until now, but he had never seen a martial art that was created with only one purpose like this.
Yoo Il-seok dreamed of becoming the Emperor of Haemoon, but he was only a loser from a small region.
On the other hand, Tarha was a skilled person who could aspire to rule the world.
Compared to the Eight Star Seats, Tarha was equal or even superior in destructive power.
Pyowol realized once again how vast the world was. The Gangho was not everything in the world. There was a wider world outside, and there were many strong people. Tarha was the evidence of that.
Then Yura-yeon looked at Pyo-wol and said, "Are you surprised?"
"To some extent..."
"I don't think so. When you see the martial art of a grandfather, you usually freeze."
Yura-yeon looked at him meaningfully.
Pyo-wol also thought that Yura-yeon was a master. It was because of his unique refined atmosphere and his eyes full of purity. It was not easy to have such an intense gaze without learning martial arts.
Likewise, Yura-yeon also thought that Pyo-wol was a master of martial arts because he maintained his composure even when he saw Lady Tarha's martial art in front of him, which was not possible for someone who had not learned martial arts.
Yura-yeon felt curious about the handsome man in front of him.
"How long will sir Pyo Wol stay here?"
"Well, I don't know yet."
"It sounds like you haven't decided yet"
Right!"
"As expected. That's good."
"What's good about it?"
"It means there's nothing set in stone. It could expand depending on the situation."
"It also means that you can leave this place as early as tomorrow."
"That could be the case, but it might not be. I'm satisfied just knowing there's a possibility of surprises."
Yura Yeon smiled brightly, which was quite alluring.
Perhaps it was because of her mixture of elegance and charm, but she had a unique appeal that other women in Jungwon did not possess.
Most men could easily fall for her charms, which were fatal.
Pyo Wol briefly looked at her before turning his gaze to Yoo Il-seok.
Il-seok was receiving orders from Pyo Wol while kneeling with his head bowed.
It seemed impossible for any variables to arise in this situation.
Pyo Wol stood up from his seat, and Yura Yeon looked at him with a slightly surprised expression.
"Are you already leaving?"
"I'm tired."
"Well, I guess that could be possible. Please come in. Grandfather seems to still have some unfinished business with them. I'll have to wait a little longer."
"Hmm!"
Pyowol went into the annex, leaving Yoorayeon behind.
Watching Pyowol's receding figure, Yoorayeon murmured, "He's an interesting man," as her blue eyes sparkled oddly.
Yoorayeon smiled and took a sip of alcohol, but she didn't feel intoxicated at all.
"Jungwon's alcohol is definitely weaker," she said. The taste of Jungwon's alcohol was far superior to that of Seoyeok's alcohol, but it couldn't keep up in terms of strength.
To Yoorayeon, who was accustomed to Seoyeok's alcohol, Jungwon's alcohol was too weak.
"Tap!"
It was when Yura-yeon nervously put down her glass.
"Why are you doing that?"
Tarha approached her.
"It's nothing."
"Seems like you can't handle your alcohol."
"Somewhat."
"They couldn't get you drunk even in the Mara Palace."
"Why bring that up?"
"Just saying."
"Anyway, did things go well with the negotiations?"
"Fortunately, they agreed to move according to our wishes. The people from Jungwon are really kind. They came to help us on their own."
Tarha responded smoothly.
Yura-yeon burst out laughing in response.
When they first arrived here, they were in a very daunting situation. They couldn't figure out where to start looking for something.
So they asked Pyo Wol for an easier way to obtain information.
Pyo Wol gave them not one but two ways to do so. He even arranged for them to attend the Red Banner meeting. To the two of them, Pyo Wol was nothing short of a great benefactor.
"Do they know anything?"
"I don't know. But I told them to find out, so we'll soon hear good news."
"I see."
Yura-yeon looked at the only stone seat rising with her attendants. They had terrified faces.
Betrayal didn't seem to be a concern anymore.
Now they would move as Tarha's subordinates.
As if Tarha suddenly remembered something, he asked Yura-yeon.
"He's inside?"
"He went in."
"Really?"
Tarha's eyes narrowed.
Pyowol returned to the annex.
He hung the Amryongpo on the wall once he entered.
Amryongpo, the object made by Tang sor, had survived numerous battles without much damage and maintained its circular shape.
As Pyowol took off the Amryongpo, Gwia, who had twisted a band around her arm, moved slowly.
Gwia, who had been as transparent as silver, was now red as blood.
She began to turn red slowly while eating poisonous peak on Cheonjungsan, and by the time she left Cheonjungsan, she had turned completely red.
When Gwia with shiny red scales twisted the band around her arm, it looked like a well-crafted bracelet itself.
Pyowol laid Gwia on the bed.
"I'll wash up and come back, so rest."
Gwia twitched her little tongue as if understanding.
Pyowol headed to the well in the annex yard.
He took off all his clothes and became naked.
During his journey to this place, Pyowol had fought numerous battles. Naturally, he had many wounds on his body. But now there was no trace of any injury on his body.
It was as if he had never been wounded from the beginning.
It was not like that from the beginning.
Pyowol was also human.
A human who leaves scars when injured.
However, the four months spent on Cheonjungsan brought significant changes to Pyowol's mind and body.
The scars that remained on Pyowol's body disappeared completely during that time.
Pyowol briefly looked at his smooth and slippery body like a snake before pouring water over his head.
"Sshwaaa!"
Ice-cold water flowed down his skin.
Pyowol continuously added water and cleaned his body.
Only after cleaning off all the dust accumulated on his body during the journey did Pyowol finally stop adding water.
"Phew!"
Pyo-wol sighed and looked at his own hands.
His hands were whiter and more beautiful than those of a woman.
These hands were stained with the blood of countless people.
The traces may have disappeared, but the smell of blood remained as strong as ever to Pyowol.
It was a burden he would carry for the rest of his life.
He did not know how many more people's blood he would have to shed in the future.
"I wanted to live without getting blood on my hands, but Pyo-wol knew better than anyone that it was impossible. Whether he liked it or not, Pyo-wol was already deep in Kangho's circle of influence. It was impossible to extricate himself from it until the day he died.
With a slight exertion of his inner energy, the dampness on his body was instantly gone. Pyo-wol put his clothes back on.
As he entered the room, Gwi-a climbed up his body as if she had been waiting for him. She seemed to be playfully teasing him.
Pyo-wol didn't mind Gwi-a's playful behavior. He played with her, letting her slip through his fingers and twirl around.
For a while, Pyo-wol spent his time playing with Gwi-a. It was something he couldn't have imagined before.
He used to always be tense, never having a moment of peace to spare as he constantly kept his guard up against his surroundings. But now, it was different.
He definitely had more peace of mind than before, but he didn't let his guard down. Those two things coexisted perfectly.
As Pyo-wol played with Gwi-a, he thought to himself, "Mara Law Palace..." It was a name he had never heard before.
If there were other people like Tarha in Mara Law Palace, there was a high probability that they would have a significant presence in Seoyeok as well.
The problem was why Tarha and Yoorayun had come to Kangho. Their status was clearly not ordinary, and they wouldn't have come all the way here just for sightseeing.
They must have had a purpose in coming here and had used Pyo-wol to attract the enemy's meeting.
It wasn't an action that had been planned from the beginning. It was obvious that they had improvised on the spot. However, the way the events unfolded so naturally showed just how much experience they had.
The act of quickly subduing the leader of the enemy's meeting and issuing commands seemed like something they had always done.
Pyo-wol fell asleep, thinking that he needed to learn more about Mara Law Palace.
----
Pyowol woke up only when the sun was at its zenith. It was something that could never happen to the usual Pyowol, who only took the minimum amount of sleep and rest. But yesterday was different. He had slept deeply on a soft bed after a long time, and as a result, he felt very refreshed.
After a simple wash, Pyowol went out to the annex.
He headed to the first-floor restaurant of the guesthouse. Since it was past mealtime, the restaurant was very quiet.
Pyowol sat by the window with a view of the harbor. Then, Jinsoi rushed over to him.
"Did you sleep well yesterday?"
"I slept well."
"That's good."
Unlike yesterday, there was a look of fear in Jinsoi's eyes as he looked at Pyowol.
Pyowol immediately realized the reason.
It was because of Tarha's descendants.
Their display of power and influence yesterday had frightened Jinsoi.
To Jinsoi, Pyowol sitting at the same table with them would have seemed like he was part of their group.
Pyowol asked Jinsoi, "What about them?"
"They had an early breakfast and went out."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes! I don't know their exact destination, but I have a lot of friends around here. If you ask them, we can find out about what's happening in Haemun quickly."
"Are your friends all from around here?"
"Yes! They were all born and raised here."
"Is that so?" expressed Pyowol with interest.
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