"Waaaaah!"

"Execute the hypocrites who only bear the name of the orthodox faction!"

Sichuan province.

Although it couldn't be called peaceful, this place, which was relatively quiet compared to other regions, was now in a complete mess.

"Where did these damn heretical faction bastards suddenly pop out from?"

"We have far more numbers! Respond calmly!"

A head-on collision between the Sichuan Son family and the Cheongseong Sect.

If it were another region, they would have received interference from the government, which was in league with the orthodox faction, but since it was the Sichuan region, which was far from the imperial palace and had long since left the government's hands, a head-on collision between sects was possible.

And so, as the Sichuan region was being turned upside down, much farther away in Hanzhong, Shaanxi province.

The news was delivered to the Shuhan Sect, which had recently been showing prominence there.

"It is said that the Cheongseong Sect and the Sichuan Son family have clashed head-on in Sichuan province."

A young and sleek scholar-like man confirmed the carrier pigeon and delivered this news to their leader.

"Tsk, according to the plan, it's right to start from Sichuan, but it's too fast."

The man who received the delivery, Zhuge Hyun, received the information crookedly while sitting crookedly.

"That's what I'm saying. The family head's plan should have taken more time."

"Don't call me family head yet."

"Yes, we are not a family clan yet."

As the young man laughed it off slyly, Zhuge Hyun frowned as if he didn't like it.

"You brat, you're getting more sly by the day."

"It's all thanks to what I learned from you, foster father."

"Enough. More importantly, is it written why the matter in Sichuan province proceeded so abruptly?"

"Yes, well..."

The young man hesitated for a moment and then continued.

"It is said that the matter proceeded abruptly after the appearance of a man with white hair and white clothes."

"Huh?"

At the young man's words, Zhuge Hyun corrected his crooked posture from before and fell into deep thought.

"I see. As expected, did Master know everything? Come to think of it, this timing is a good time to catch the hypocrites who call themselves the orthodox faction off guard."

"Master, you say?"

The young man asked, looking at Zhuge Hyun who was admiringly fanning himself with a white fan made of peacock feathers.

At that, Zhuge Hyun showed a benevolent smile, not his usual crooked one.

"There is such a person."

"Understood."

The young man immediately agreed with Zhuge Hyun's words.

In his eyes, an absolute trust in Zhuge Hyun could be seen.

Zhuge Hyun looked at that with a pleased expression and moved on to another topic.

"Come to think of it, because the matter started early, the check on Kunlun might be insufficient."

"That part, my brothers and I have already made contact with the Diancang Sect and secured it."

"Well done. Now you move well even if I just give you directions."

"Well, aren't we, my brothers, the direct descendants who have been granted the surname of Zhuge, personally chosen by our foster father, the descendant of the Marquis of Wu? This much is a matter of course."

Zhuge Hyun looked at the young man, one of his adopted sons, with a pleased expression.

Many things had happened to Zhuge Hyun in three years.

After directly contacting and clashing with the Kunlun Mountains, he had contacted the heretical faction as originally planned and gathered talent.

Although he had acted impulsively this time because he liked the behavior of the heretical faction, it was the human named Zhuge Hyun who moved in a direction with great profit.

Zhuge Hyun selected the talent he had gathered and bestowed upon them the surname of Zhuge.

One of the necessary things for a future plan.

And carrying out another plan for another future, he had come up to Shaanxi and created the Shuhan Sect.

The Shuhan Sect was also part of the plan.

Zhuge Hyun, who was checking the plan in his head, frowned at something that bothered him.

"The information delivery is still slow. I'll have to give the beggars a more efficient training method."

"Understood. I will plan the deployment of the carrier pigeons more efficiently and deliver it."

Another plan that Zhuge Hyun had made for the future was the construction of a fast information network.

For this, he had contacted a group of beggars who had gathered together to survive and had taught them how to efficiently gather and deliver information.

The beggars, who had no way of making a living other than begging or plundering, welcomed it with open arms and quickly absorbed Zhuge Hyun's teachings, and now they had built an information network that could receive news from the distant Sichuan region within a week.

"By the way, foster father. Isn't it a little dangerous to educate the beggars? Although they are weak because they have not learned and have not eaten, their numbers are enormous."

"No. That's not it."

Zhuge Hyun looked crookedly at the young man who was giving him his opinion with concern.

"It has to become more dangerous."

"What?"

"In the future, when you educate the beggars, educate them with appropriate martial arts as well."

"Martial arts... you say?"

A crooked smile was already on Zhuge Hyun's lips.

"Understood. I will educate them thoroughly as you say, foster father."

Seeing that, the young man bowed his head, racking his brain to grasp Zhuge Hyun's intention.

'The beggars have no power or knowledge, but their numbers are many. On top of that, if they, who have now united under the name of the Beggars' Sect, acquire martial arts in addition to the method of obtaining information...!'

In the young man's mind, the image of a group of beggars that had become a 100,000-strong army came to mind.

Even if they were dangerous just by their numbers, if they even learned martial arts, one could not dare to ignore them as beggars.

Although he still couldn't grasp Zhuge Hyun's exact intention, a rough picture was drawn in the young man's mind.

And what followed as a result was.

"The war between the orthodox and heretical factions is not far off."

Zhuge Hyun smiled crookedly.

The young man also smiled stealthily next to him.

Although it was a war between the orthodox and heretical factions that would never have been established due to the difference in weight class, with Zhuge Hyun's arrangement, a sufficient possibility had arisen.

And the result.

"The orthodox and heretical will soon be reversed."

"No. That's not it."

Zhuge Hyun shook his head at the young man's words.

"They are guys who are unworthy of even bearing the nameplate of the heretical faction. We have to expel them from the martial world."

"Certainly. My thoughts were lacking."

The two smiled again.

It was a smile like that of the Unorthodox Path.

"By the way, did you say that brat Uhyeon is doing well?"

"Ah, Uhyeon, you mean."

At Zhuge Hyun's question, the young man fluttered the letter he was reading.

"He says he's having the time of his life. That brat."

"Anyway, he's like a pleasure demon mad with pleasure."

And so, inside the Shuhan Sect, a plot that would turn the current martial world upside down was exchanged all night.

And the time was before.

The time when the carrier pigeon from Sichuan to Shaanxi had just departed.

"As expected, it was a good idea to come to Sichuan!"

Ha Uhyeon, who had stealthily slipped out at the time when the Cheongseong Sect and the Sichuan Son family were clashing, sent a carrier pigeon, and then joined the battlefield, was running wild with a joyful look.

"Scheming is also fun, but isn't it fun when the dopamine directly touches the skin like this!"

Zhuge Uhyeon, disguised as a member of the Ha family, was running wild on the battlefield.

"Be careful of that masked guy!"

Although he had changed into a blue martial arts uniform, since he was the only one wearing a mask, the aggro was drawn like crazy.

"Why is he the only one with a mask?!"

"Is that guy the leader!"

Thanks to that, numerous enemy martial artists flocked to Zhuge Uhyeon's side.

Baek Yoonjun, who was watching that from a roof, hiding his body, was dumbfounded.

"To think a single mask can draw this much aggro!"

Baek Yoonjun inwardly vowed never to wear a mask in the future and scattered his hidden weapons.

Since there were so many people gathered, there was no need for precise aiming.

And so, the martial artists who were hit by the hidden weapons collapsed in droves.

"This bastard is using hidden weapons!"

"A mask and hidden weapons, is he an assassin?!"

The hidden weapons that Baek Yoonjun had thrown became aggro, and even more attention was focused on Zhuge Uhyeon.

'What a steal!'

Thanks to that, Baek Yoonjun's mood improved.

No matter how many hidden weapons he threw, thanks to the natural aggro-drawer, all the attention was directed that way.

If there were such an aggro-drawer in daily life, it would have been much more comfortable even if he had to go out on the streets.

While Baek Yoonjun's mood was improving, the number of enemies around Zhuge Uhyeon below was continuously increasing.

"It's fun because there are many people, but... isn't this too many?"

From above, it looked as if the martial artists filling the marketplace were surrounding just one person, Zhuge Uhyeon.

It was a sight that was reminiscent of the traditionally proven strategy of ganging up.

Although it was a ganging up that would not end until the one targeted was on the verge of death, thanks to Baek Yoonjun's assistance, Zhuge Uhyeon was barely holding on to his life, and the aggro was continuously maintained.

Thanks to that, as a butterfly effect, the path of the main force of the Cheongseong Sect heading to the main house of the Sichuan Son family was wide open.

"This is the immortal's arrangement!"

"Now is the chance! Push forward!!"

Although it wasn't an arrangement, the effect of Baek Yoonjun and Zhuge Uhyeon's joint aggro was tremendous.

The main force, led by Gu Wol-ju, immediately jumped over the wall of the main house of the Sichuan Son family.

"These damn heretical faction bastards!!"

Belatedly, the martial artists of the Sichuan Son family rushed out of the building and blocked their path.

Although their numbers were many, the martial artists of the Sichuan Son family were mostly a union of nobodies.

They did not have the capacity to block the path of the main force of the Cheongseong Sect.

The only problem was.

"Stop!!"

It was Son Gogo, a transcendent martial artist and the head of the Sichuan Son family.

Son Gogo blocked the path of the main force of the Cheongseong Sect, emitting an aura that seemed to crush everything.

"Everyone, halt!"

Gu Wol-ju put the Cheongseong Sect martial artists on standby and checked Son Gogo.

A transcendent martial artist who could be called a top master anywhere in the Central Plains.

The ferocious aura coming from his lofty posture proved that it was not a bluff.

However.

'I am also a martial artist who has been evaluated as having entered the transcendent realm by the great disciple, Zhuge Hyun.'

Gu Wol-ju drew the sword he had forged himself.

Woong.

The sword blade shone blue and let out a sharp sword cry.

Although it did not reach the two divine weapons he had given to Baek Yoonjun and Baek Sowol, it was a sword that he could pride himself on as being a peerless famous sword.

That sword responded to Gu Wol-ju's internal energy and let out a sword cry.

"A clear wind is blowing."

A blue wind slowly began to blow around Gu Wol-ju.

Although it was not a phenomenon where the wind itself seemed to move like Baek Yoonjun's, it was definitely a clear wind.

"Hoh?"

Son Gogo looked at Gu Wol-ju's appearance with interest.

"Did a transcendent master exist even among the heretical faction nobodies?"

Although it was a clearly condescending tone, Son Gogo's appearance was by no means a careless one.

Son Gogo drew his own sword and imbued it with his internal energy.

Woong.

As the sword let out a sword cry, a starlight, which could be said to be a symbol of a transcendent martial prowess, was imbued in the sword.

As the two transcendent masters confronted each other, the surroundings became as quiet as a dead mouse, and the two glared at each other, checking each other.

And on a roof far from that place.

"Uh, um."

Baek Yoonjun looked at the confrontation of the two martial artists and tilted his head.

'What? Why are third-rate or lower martial artists dragging out time and confronting each other? Aren't they scared that a transcendent martial artist might pop out at any moment?'

Baek Yoonjun looked at the confrontation of the two martial artists with eyes that said he didn't understand.

'That guy who's emitting light from his sword, I don't know him and he seems like an enemy, so it doesn't matter, but I'm very worried about the blacksmith uncle...'

In Baek Yoonjun's mind, a scene unfolded where a transcendent martial artist, whose mood had worsened by the two third-rate or lower martial artists making a fuss in his front yard, popped out and cut them all down.

'Ugh, that aggro machine Ha Uhyeon did say it might just be a rumor, but there's still a 'what if', isn't there?'

Baek Yoonjun, with a mind to run away if necessary, checked Tang Yuhwa's location and scattered his hidden weapons.

He had scattered so many hidden weapons that around Zhuge Uhyeon and himself, there were more hidden weapons stuck in the ground than martial artists.

Zhuge Uhyeon looked around his surroundings, which were littered with corpses and the injured.

One by one, hidden weapons were stuck in them as if they had been there from the beginning.

The types of hidden weapons were also very diverse.

From the needles used in acupuncture to the cobblestones that would roll around on the street.

The mind of Zhuge Uhyeon, who thought of Baek Yoonjun as the successor of the White-Robed Sword Immortal, became complicated.

'Did the White-Robed Sword Immortal originally use hidden weapons?'

Zhuge Uhyeon tried to recall the legend of the White-Robed Sword Immortal, but no matter how much he recalled, there was no record of the White-Robed Sword Immortal using hidden weapons.

'Was it distorted? Well, all old legends are like that.'

While Zhuge Uhyeon was pondering the distortion of old legends, Tang Yuhwa was treating the opponents as her eyes landed on them, without distinguishing between friend and foe.

For the Cheongseong Sect, they were just grateful for the doctor's care, but from the opponent's perspective, it was like giving a disease and then giving medicine.

'What? That young lady seems to be a doctor from the Cheongseong Sect, so why is she treating us? Is she planning to torture us after our bodies are fine?'

The Sichuan Son family martial artist who was being treated by Tang Yuhwa was frantically missing the mark and trembling in fear.

And so, as the battlefield was somehow turning.

Kaang!

The two transcendent martial artists clashed.

(End of Chapter)