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Everyone in the hall closed their eyes for a moment and was lost in thought.

And after a while· Everyone opened their eyes with a somewhat convincing face.

It was called the Wuyue Eastern Week, so at least until the forces of the Divine Heaven were settled, they were in the same boat with the apostates of the Demon Religion.

After all the talks were concluded, the way out of California.

Mu Jin had been curious since the middle of the meeting, but he didn't ask because it seemed to get in the way, so he asked Zhuge Muhuan.

"Could it be that the reason why the King of Qinglu went to Nanman at that time was because he expected this to happen from the beginning?"

Just before Zhuge Muhuan's decision to join·

Zhuge Muhuan said to Mu Jin, "The most important thing·" I asked emphatically. Is it true that the king of blue thunder went to the south?

But after Mujin said yes, he just said, "That's fine..."

When the situation turned out like this, I felt like I had anticipated all of this.

"Fufufu · I think you've finally figured it out..."

Mu Jin furrowed his brow at the sight of him covering his mouth with a fan to hide his true intentions.

"What would you do if the Qing Luo King had returned to the Demon Cult instead of the South?"

"You're asking for the obvious. Of course, after exiting the Wulin Meng's Heavenly Circle... I would have left Shaolin right away and gone into seclusion. I don't like to get involved in fights that I'm sure I'm going to lose."

Mu Jin had a stunned look on his face at his confident answer.

His brain for predicting every situation is amazing.

"To be so confident in saying that you are going to betray and run away..."

The pure and blatant need for survival was also phenomenal.

* * *

After the meeting,

A memorial service has begun in the Tang family.

Shaolin and Shaman· Then he gathered the corpses of the Danga warriors together and set them on fire.

Looking at the huge flames and the smoke that billowed out, the people soothed the souls of those who had departed.

Perhaps they believe that the souls of those who died with the smoke will ascend to heaven.

There were sounds of holding back tears from all corners, but no one turned their heads to look at the weeping man.

It was the anger I had been suppressing for the past few days.

There were many people who died today, but the Tang family had been fending off the attack of the Munfa Coalition for more than half a month.

How many people had been sacrificed to stop the Munfa Confederacy's offensive while Dangata was being reduced to ruins by them.

Shaolin and shamans were also not seriously harmed, but there were several people who lost their lives in the battles of Zhongnan Mountain and Wulinmeng.

It wasn't just a memorial service to honor those who died today.

It was also a place to commemorate those who died in the last war.

In particular, the Tang family had a more solemn atmosphere because Tang Ak, the eldest man in the family, had fought at the expense of himself.

By the time such a solemn atmosphere was ripening,

Tang Feijin stepped in front of the giant flame with a glass of wine.

"Today is a sad day for our family, but it's also a special day."

He, too, knew the significance of this memorial service.

It is not just a place to commemorate those who have departed, but also to prepare our minds to run for tomorrow.

We can't just be sad.

"As everyone here already knows, there is an organization in the current powerhouse that is manipulating the various factions behind the scenes and creating discord. And today is the day when we overcame their plots and won the victory."

I wonder if it's because of the strong tone of the party.

Little by little, the eyes of those who had been grieving changed.

Tang Feijin slowly turned his head and raised his glass of wine, as if he was going to make eye contact with each and every one of the people gathered here.

"So drink! In honor of today's victory! To appease those who have departed! And to win the war, which will begin again tomorrow!"

He shouted confidently, tilted the glass he had raised, and gulped it down.

Thanks to the opening of the gates, those who gathered for the memorial service tipped their glasses one by one.

After that, instead of the gloomy atmosphere at first, there began to be a vigorous atmosphere.

Some forced themselves to shout joyfully to distract themselves from their grief.

Some were determined to avenge the murder of their precious brothers.

Mujin also had a calm expression on his face, tipped his glass and enjoyed the atmosphere.

It was an unfamiliar feeling.

The sight of monks wearing Shaolin robes like him drinking together.

Most of them looked awkward as they gulped down their drinks. Probably because he hadn't drunk alcohol in his life.

In that sense... Mujin, Muyul and Mukyung Mugung were drinking too naturally.

'Smoke a little, boys...'

When Mujin was thinking about it, Hye-gal, the master of Muyul, cleared her throat and asked.

"Ahem· Isn't the wine bitter?"

Mu Yul, who had been drinking alcohol, replied with a bright smile.

"Heheh... It's bitter at first, but when the alcohol rises, it makes me feel good, so it's okay~"

Mu-yul even offered Hye-gal a drink while discussing the state of affairs.

"Ukiuki!"

"Oh no! My booze!!"

Mu Yul, who was robbed by Lingling while explaining the lead to Hye-gal, chases after Lingling·

It was a very uneventful scene, but the atmosphere had calmed down somewhat, and everyone was watching with pleasure.

‘··· Isn't that all?'

Hyegal and Shaolin Chamberlain's Prefecture · A few other Shaolin elders were seen covering their faces, but today was a special day, so it was acceptable.

Mujin also watched the scene, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

I felt more at ease.

Ever since he saw Tang Evil's death firsthand, his heart had become quite heavy.

When Mujin was enjoying the atmosphere and drinking·

Before he knew it, Tang Pajin was at his side.

Ever since he first warmed up the atmosphere with his speeches, he has been traveling around and drinking with this person and that person.

That's how I turned around and arrived at Mujin's side.

And he made a loud noise that caught everyone's attention.

"Hahaha· Shaolin God Dragon! You were drinking alone here!"

“???”

Mujin wondered why he would say so loudly that he should just come and say hello, but he soon understood his intention.

"No, I should call him Shaolin King instead of Shaolin God Dragon anymore. Hahaha!"

Praise the young man who made the greatest contribution in this war.

In other words, it was to make a hero.

It was a common story. In a war where people were dying in droves, the presence of a hero who could lead the war to victory was bound to be a great strength.

"Now that you've done a great job, why don't you stop drinking alone and say a word to me?"

By the time Tang Feijin's last words were finished, all eyes at the memorial service were on Mujin.

It would be an uncomfortable gaze for some, but Mujin agreed to cooperate with the party's intentions.

In a way, it was Mujin himself who led the situation to this point.

They were the ones who had taken part in the war because of what they had done, and they needed to be their heroes and win the war.

Well, there was something I really wanted to say.

"Ahem..."

Mujin stood up, and Tang Feijin poured a drink into Mujin's glass. Mujin then raised the goblet and opened his mouth.

"My name is Mu Jin, the third great disciple of Shaolin."

"Waaaaa!"

"Shaolin King!!"

I just posted a greeting, but there was a lot of cheering.

"I happened to be the king of Kwon, but I don't have a lot of meaning for it. Even if I don't get the title of King Kwon, I think that as long as I can drive out the people of Zhongyuan who is fighting behind the scenes, that will be enough."

Mu Jin continued to speak for a long time, and all the cheering people fell silent and focused on what Mu Jin said.

Feeling their gaze on her, Mujin told her what she felt.

"I made a pact with the party today. I will protect the Tang family. And it wasn't just a pledge made with the price of the party in mind. People who are angry at the corruption that the organization called Shincheon has done so far. Together with them, we will fight at the forefront until we drive out the gods. So that even one person will be less hurt. So will you fight with me until then?"

At Mujin's question, everyone who had been listening to him raised their glasses.

"I will be with you until the end!"

"We will drive out those demonic bastards and restore peace to the Middle Kingdom!"

Everyone seemed ready to take a drink, and Mu Jin added with a satisfied expression.

"We have to move to a new battlefield tomorrow! So enjoy the moment, but make one promise to me!"

What does it mean to make a promise all of a sudden?

When everyone was looking at each other with puzzled expressions. Mujin opened his mouth.

"When all the flames are extinguished, we'll go back to bed for tomorrow's battle. And take the luck ceremony and drive out all the drunkards."

Everyone burst out laughing at Mujin's words.

It occurred to him that the Shaolin King was quite meticulous in his life.

"So be it!"

"Don't worry! Hahahahaha!"

Mu Jin laughed at their reaction and let out one last cry.

"Let's enjoy it until the flame goes out!"

Mu Jin took a sip first, and everyone followed him.

Looking at the situation, Mujin thought.

There was another reason why Mujin told him to blow up the spirits.

Today's war must have overloaded everyone's muscles. In the meantime, if you drank and slept in the meantime, you could lose muscle.

"It's horrible to lose muscle during a war."

It was the mindset of a true boss who cares about everyone's muscles.

* * *

After the sad and joyful memorial service, the next morning· Hundreds of samurai left the Tang Street and headed south.

Not everyone in the party family traveled together.

Some of those who had retreated yesterday may have been hiding in the vicinity of the city capital, and there may have been additional forces from Xinchen, so they had left behind the forces to defend the Tang family.

After traveling for half a day, they were able to reach the vicinity of Mount Emei.

As they headed toward the southern bay, they intended to clear out the Amifa in their path first.

They rode the trail to Amifa with great dignity, but they did not rush up.

They moved cautiously, in case of any traps or tactics.

However, perhaps distracted by yesterday's defeat, there were no traps on the way up the mountain.

Perhaps, like Shaolin, they had prepared traps and methods on the side roads that restricted the trail.

And it wasn't long before Mujin began to see Amifa's prose.

Perhaps they had scouted from afar, and around the entrance to the mountain gate, a group of Amifa's disciples were waiting for them, but they were not very numerous.

A number that might be a hundred at most.

Mu Jin, who had been studying their faces closely, nodded.

'But you left out the wounded and the young disciples?'

None of the Amifa disciples around the mountain gate looked like teenagers.

Even those who looked to be in their twenties were counted on handfully.

And while there were certainly many wounded in yesterday's battle, all those who went out to fight were unscathed.

While Mujin analyzes the appearance of the Amifa disciples,

Amifa's long sentence, the Golden Sun Shinni, took a step forward.

He seemed to be trying to be confident, but there was a hint of discomfort in his mind. It seemed that the internal injuries he had suffered from Mujin yesterday had not yet healed.

"You're determined to finish off our ARMY..."

"If you were afraid of this, wouldn't you have attacked the Tang family in the first place? Long Writers·"

Zhuge Muhuan replied, waving his fan gently.

"Good! If you truly regard our ARMY as a thorn in your side, then we won't be treated as well! But!"

She exclaimed, her face as if she was vomiting blood.

"If you still claim to be a political faction, you shouldn't mess with your young disciples! If you do, I will curse you in my Hell!"

Mu Jin frowned at the shout of the Amifa Zhang Wenmen.

Mujin didn't have any intention of killing the children.

Of course, from a rational point of view, it was likely that he would become a source of trouble in the future, but touching the children was an act that Mujin abhorred to the extreme.

Still, there was another reason why Mujin frowned.

"It's ridiculous. Who thinks we're a gang of thugs who have gathered to harass Amifa? Wasn't he the one who attacked first?"

They lost the battle they had done, and now they're treating them like murderous maniacs who kill children.

The moment he was about to respond to Mujin's point, he said.

Pot!

Suddenly, on the wall of Amifa, three spirits flew through the air and landed between Amifa's disciples and Mujin.