Under Shinseung's lead, the representatives of the groups gathered on Mount Song gathered again.

"Shinseung, for what reason have you called us?"

The great disciple of Emei, Su Yeohyang.

"Uh... did you call?"

The leader of the Beggars' Sect, Hong Yungae.

"What is the matter? Diancang must return to Diancang Mountain as soon as possible to handle the situation."

The disciple of the deceased Hyunjun Hyun of Diancang, Tae Hayeon.

"The gates of Cheongseong are always open, so if you need help, please ask at any time. So, what is the matter?"

The temporary leader of Cheongseong, Gu Wolju.

And along with the leaders of such large groups.

"Treating patients is busy. Keep it brief."

The Sichuan Divine Doctor, Tang Yuhwa.

"Although the situation seemed serious, to think it is already being handled. As expected, the reputation of Shaolin is not in vain."

The Taiji Sword God, Zhang Sanfeng.

"Senior brother, senior brother. It seems to be a gathering of very high-ranking people, so is it okay for you to be here?"

Hong Yungae's junior sister, Zhuge Hwaryeong, who had stealthily joined.

Most of those whose names were widely known had gathered in one place.

And among such a group, there was one unfamiliar yet familiar face.

His appearance was at the previous meeting.

"I am Zhuge Woohyun, the temporary head of the Zhuge family clan, but you don't have to mind me. I also don't know why I suddenly became the head."

A man named Ha Woohyun from Cheongseong had suddenly changed his surname to Zhuge Woohyun and had participated as the representative of a questionable group called the Zhuge family clan.

"What is going on?"

The current temporary leader of Cheongseong, Gu Wolju, expressed his question.

"That... I was staying in Cheongseong under the order of the original head of the Zhuge family clan."

"The original head of the Zhuge, you say?"

"He is a person whom Leader Gu also knows, named Zhuge Hyun."

"Huh? The great disciple?"

At those words, Gu Wolju had nothing more to say.

The immortal of Cheongseong Mountain, Baek Yoonjun, who could be called the foundation of Cheongseong.

Since he had been staying under the instruction of his first disciple, Zhuge Hyun, it was difficult to see him as a spy.

And so, from the previous meeting, the Zhuge family clan had begun to show its face.

And now.

"I am just sorry for making everyone take a difficult step again. Amitabha."

Shinseung, who had hosted this meeting, quietly performed a half-salute and brought up the business.

"The reason we have gathered this time is to discuss one more agenda item to the direction of the alliance."

Shinseung quickly brought up the agenda.

"The agenda is none other than the promotion of an academy that the alliance will operate jointly."

"An academy?"

At Shinseung's words, the surroundings became noisy.

"An academy that the alliance will promote together, what does that mean?"

Originally, the perception of education itself in this era was so.

The exclusive property of those with families, those with status.

In a situation where even the form of a sect was awkward, the formation of an educational institution in an alliance where various forces were gathered was a very awkward thing.

Naturally, it was bound to be noisy.

But.

"This agenda was proposed by Benefactor Baek."

At that one phrase, a silence fell over the noisy venue.

The White-Robed Sword Immortal, Baek Yoonjun.

The existing living legend who had single-handedly quelled the disaster of Shaolin and was known as the master of the Sichuan Divine Doctor and the Beggars' Sect leader.

If he had proposed it, there must be a deep meaning that penetrates the world, everyone began to guess as they pleased.

Although the person himself would be wrapped in a blanket in a corner of the Repentance Cave, praying, "Please let nothing happen."

"I know that everyone gathered in this place has their own chivalry in their hearts."

-Senior brother, did you have something like that?

-Be quiet.

Although there was a very slight whispering sound at Shinseung's words, the atmosphere was generally responsive.

"But there are also countless martial artists who wield their power indiscriminately without any chivalry, even after obtaining power."

At Shinseung's serious words, the audience became quiet.

As he had said, in the Central Plains, there were countless large and small incidents that could be called disasters caused by martial artists.

"To this, Benefactor Baek has proposed a solution. He wished to cultivate noble people who have learned martial arts with chivalry from the very beginning."

Shinseung's serious voice seeped into the hearts of those gathered.

-Senior brother, senior brother, what is your chivalry?

-Shinseung is speaking, isn't he? Be a little quiet.

Although it seemed there were some who were not, it was generally so.

"There is a limit to an individual. There is also a limit to a group. But."

Shinseung's story reached its climax.

Confirming that everyone's gaze was gathered on him, Shinseung stopped hesitating and continued to speak nonchalantly.

"Here, various groups have gathered. Thanks to that, although a limit still exists, we have become able to do a great thing that we could not do before. Benefactor Baek also grasped this and revealed his insight in time."

Although Baek Yoonjun had never displayed such insight, the people here who knew Baek Yoonjun roughly sympathized with Shinseung's words.

Except for one person.

'If it were Master, he would never make things big...'

Although Tang Yuhwa did not sympathize with the Baek Yoonjun that Shinseung was mentioning from before, since it did not seem to have much to do with her, she was quiet.

'An educational institution created by various sects. If I teach medicine there, won't I be able to save more people?'

She was also interested in the story itself.

Besides Tang Yuhwa, each was cultivating their own thoughts.

'It seems things are going to get big, so isn't it optimal for raising the Beggars' Sect? If the number of Beggars' Sect members increases, my position... hehehe.'

'It seems senior brother is having some foolish thoughts again.'

Hong Yungae imagined himself standing on top of a larger Beggars' Sect and smiled slyly, and next to him, Zhuge Hwaryeong sighed as if there were no answer and shook her head.

And so, while each was recalling something, Shinseung's story continued.

"To this, this monk will propose the establishment of an academy with the will of those gathered here."

Shinseung's words ended.

"I will agree."

"Is there anything to oppose?"

"It seems interesting."

At his words, everyone gathered here reached a unanimous agreement without any particular opposition.

Since most had a connection with Baek Yoonjun, it was a result that could come out because they trusted him.

"Then, what is the name of the academy that our alliance will supervise and establish?"

At that time, Zhuge Hwaryeong asked carefully.

Since it was a matter in which her respected master was deeply involved, she had no choice but to ask, even while being mindful.

At her words, everyone pondered.

And so, as a silence flowed.

"The White-Robed Chivalry Pavilion."

The temporary leader of the Cheongseong Sect, Gu Wolju, quietly opened his mouth.

"Since it is an academy that will be established under the supervision of the White-Robed Sword Immortal, what name could be more fitting than this?"

The White-Robed Chivalry Pavilion.

That name resonated in the hearts of all those gathered here.

"That's good."

Zhuge Hwaryeong nodded her head with a satisfied look, and everyone agreed.

And so, the name of the White-Robed Chivalry Pavilion, which would one day make its name known throughout the Central Plains, was decided.

Although the name of the academy that would raise chivalrous heroes had been decided, it was difficult to promote the work right away.

Because there were various problems that they were facing right now.

The biggest problem among them was the Martial Alliance.

To summarize the internal situation of the current Martial Alliance in one phrase, it was a mess.

"Namgung Jehyun! That person is the problem! If he was going to do something crazy, he should have gone crazy alone!!"

Namgung Jehyun.

He was a strong and powerful alliance leader.

But since he had already ended his life, those who could not even open their mouths when he was there were raising their voices with all their might.

It was okay that he had attacked Shaolin.

Although he had been defeated, it was okay up to this point.

The problem was that he had gone crazy and had invaded the imperial palace.

Although it was Namgung Jehyun who had invaded alone, this was a factor that could become a great threat to the forces involved in it, beyond the Martial Alliance.

"Namgung must take responsibility for that!"

"That's right! This is not the opinion of the martial world, but Namgung's problem!!"

And so, the arrow was directed at the Namgung family clan.

The gazes of those who were watching for an opportunity, those who had great ambitions in their hearts, and those who just argued for a cause were all directed at the Namgung family clan.

And so, a crack began to form in the solid signboard of Namgung.

The watch of the alliance.

And that gaze reached beyond the alliance to the imperial palace.

The imperial palace was watching the alliance, Namgung, and another name that had been heard recently.

"It's bothersome."

Their gaze was directed at the alliance that had gathered under the title of the White-Robed Sword Immortal, which did not even have a name yet.

And so, while secret work was being carried out inside the alliance, the alliance was suffering from various headaches.

"Our Biyeol Sect requests to join the martial world alliance!"

"Where are you cutting in line!! Our traditional Saeun Sect is first!!"

The news of the Shaolin disaster had spread throughout the Central Plains, and perhaps because of that, numerous forces that had never been heard of before flocked to Mount Song.

Among them, there were also some with prominent names.

"Greetings. We are from Zhongnan."

Zhongnan.

A member of the Zhongnan Sect, which ruled that place, visited Mount Song.

At the appearance, which was reminiscent of a salaryman worn out by fatigue in the modern era rather than a martial world force, Shinseung was flustered.

'The Zhongnan Sect... if you think about it, they are people who are deeply related to the military, so isn't it right that they form a family clan?'

At the unexpected move and appearance of a force with which he had not had much connection, Shinseung was quite flustered.

But since it was a force that could by no means be ignored, even though he did not know their purpose, Shinseung had no choice but to welcome them.

"Welcome. For what reason has Zhongnan visited this distant Mount Song?"

"Well, isn't it to join the much-rumored martial world alliance?"

At their words, Shinseung's already complicated insides became even more complicated.

"Looking at Zhongnan's tendency, doesn't it fit better with the martial alliance rather than our alliance?"

To this, Shinseung openly expressed his question.

Although it could not be ignored, since there was no reason to hide a matter that could cause problems, he did.

To this, the man with a very picky, neat impression, who seemed to be the representative of Zhongnan, adjusted his glasses and answered in a voice filled with great fatigue.

"Ah, I know what you are concerned about. To answer that concern, I will have to tell you the internal affairs of our Zhongnan, which are not known to the outside."

The man with the thick glasses, his eyes shining, continued to speak as if he were very tired.

"It is true that our Zhongnan was originally a group created by people from the military. But they are not all. Taoists who had left Kunlun joined, and it has taken the form of the current Zhongnan Sect."

The man with the glasses let out a deep sigh as if he were tired.

"Although it is not known to the outside, because of that, our Zhongnan is divided into two groups. The Taoists and the people from the military are divided into two factions and are fighting each other day in and day out. Well, although it is not known to the outside."

"So there were such circumstances."

"In the middle of that, we heard the news of the Shaolin disaster. And also the news that the alliance guys had been properly beaten. Although I am sorry to say this after a disaster, personally, I felt refreshed."

The man with the glasses smiled, his glasses flashing.

It felt like a smile of someone who had given up on life, worn out by overtime, rather than a hearty one.

"Since it is a past event, you do not need to mind it. Just praying for the repose of the deceased is enough."

"Thank you for your consideration."

The man with the glasses politely performed a half-salute, and Shinseung also performed a half-salute.

"To continue the story, after that, hearing the news that various sects were forming an alliance centered on Shaolin, the Taoist-descended members of Zhongnan came here to lend their strength to the alliance."

Although Shinseung's strength was also drained by the man's tired voice, he was able to grasp the situation of Zhongnan to some extent.

The conclusion to this was.

'It's not bad. But there may also be a risk. Accepting it would not be very good.'

Hearing the complicated internal affairs, his heart leaned towards not accepting.

Although it was right to share opinions with the others in the alliance and make a decision, Shinseung's heart was so hardened.

To such a Shinseung, the man with the glasses added a word.

"Ah, for reference, if we join the alliance, the Kongtong Sect has also said that they will share our will."

The man with the glasses pointed at a woman who was waiting her turn gracefully, waiting for her turn.

'Kongtong?'

Kongtong was also a force that could not be ignored.

According to the rumors of the marketplace, it was said to be a group formed by Taoists who had left Kunlun because they did not agree with the will of the Kunlun that had formed a sect.

Although it was a funny story that those who had left because they disliked sects had formed a sect, Kongtong's move was different from Kunlun's.

While maintaining the basic principle of leaving the secular world and cultivating the Tao, which was their foundation, they were known to be active freely, based on a fundamental principle of laissez-faire, saying that those who wanted to train in martial arts in a sect format should train.

Perhaps because of that free foundation, the size of Kongtong had grown quite large.

Shinseung had a question at the man's words.

'Why is Kongtong with Zhongnan?'

The man with the glasses immediately resolved that question.

"Since both that side and our side have many people from Kunlun, our wills have come to match. Although there is a difference that Zhongnan is a Taoist guy worn out by the secular world, and Kongtong is just a Taoist guy."

The woman from Kongtong, who saw the man with the glasses continuing his explanation, smiled brightly at the man and waved her hand.

"Since there are many fellow disciples..."

The man with the glasses let out a deep sigh as if he were tired, looking at such a woman.

It seemed that they were also fellow disciples who had cultivated the Tao in Kunlun.

Hearing his story, Shinseung had no choice but to change his mind, which had been leaning towards not accepting.

'Although they are divided, to think that I can draw in Kongtong along with the forces of Zhongnan. Even if there is a risk, I must accept this.' 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

At this time when the great threat of the alliance existed, the entry of two large forces into the alliance was a great boon.

Shinseung smiled benevolently and performed a half-salute to the man with the glasses.

"Although I will have to discuss it with the representatives of the alliance, personally, I welcome both sects."

At Shinseung's positive appearance, the man with the glasses scratched the back of his head.

"That... for now, along with joining the alliance, we would like the alliance to lend some strength to our problem."

Although the news of the two forces joining was a boon, as Shinseung had feared, it seemed to have brought in another problem.

(End of Chapter)