NABC Book 5: Chapter 22
Book 5: Chapter 22
Book 5: Chapter 22
Even if Emei Sect isnt actually from Sichuan, they would naturally want to avoid clashing with big brother or me after coming all the way to Luoyang.
The 4th Young Master Yeon-bi said.
However.
Everyones gaze focused on Yeon-bi.
We had reliable information that the Emei Sect has been trying to acquire Daseollangs shares by any means.
The source of that reliable information was likely his maternal family.
The Emei Sect accompanying Daseollangs visit to Luoyang to an unseemly degree is most likely because of that.
Yeon So-hyeon nodded.
They probably want to prevent the mishap of Daseollang slipping out of their hands at all costs.
Thats right.
The group shared a bitter sentiment.
Yeom Baek-ha even snorted.
In the first place, there was little correlation between the success of the Daseollang trading company and the Emei Sect martial arts clan.
The only thing was that the representatives of Daseollang were young ladies attending the academy run by the Emei Sect.
But wasnt the Emei Sect treating Daseollang as if it had always been in their pocket?
The more the Emei Sect covets Daseollang, the more inevitable it is that they will clash with us.
Yeom Baek-ha frowned.
So until the Emei Sect takes the initiative to confront us, we wont know the extent of their clash with us?
Responding to the situation reactively went against the young masters intentions.
The answer came from Elder Yoo of the Sagong Faction, who had been quietly observing the meeting.
We will soon find out how seriously they are taking this matter.
The 4th Young Master continued.
If we know who the highest-ranking person the Emei Sect has accompanying the investment group is, everything will become clear.
***
Now that youve done enough, isnt it time to pay attention to the uninvited guest as well?
An authoritative yet stubborn voice, intimidating yet somehow sinister and eerie.
If a venomous snake could speak, it would probably sound like this.
Demanding to be treated well without an invitation, it seems youre a guest who would have a hard time receiving good treatment anywhere.
Elder Yeom turned to face the direction the voice came from.
White hair neatly styled with a wig to make it look voluminous, decorated with all sorts of ornaments.
Despite her advanced age and high level of cultivation, her face was full of distinct, protruding wrinkles.
In fact, someone in the position of a grand preceptor would usually receive good treatment regardless of whether the host is secretly delighted or not.
Every time the old woman spoke, the writhing wrinkles on her face resembled the movement of a cold-blooded creature with rough scales.
Well, the host has their own circumstances.
Despite the stark difference in treatment, Elder Yeoms expression remained unchanged as he retorted without hesitation.
Seeing him stand up to her so confidently, the nuns eyes narrowed like blades.
To think that immature lad who couldnt even tell left from right has grown up to face this old woman so boldly.
The Head Priestess of the Emei Sect.
The core figure among core figures who managed all the funds of the Emei Sect.
The closest confidant of the Emei Sects Sect Leader and the very person responsible for the Emei Sects success story after the decline of the Martial Alliance.
She had the moniker Purple Sound Divine Nun, but those familiar with martial arts history had another name for her behind her back.
The White-Haired Fiend of the Emei Sect,
The Gu Poison Old Demon.
She gave a chilling smile.
It feels quite novel.
Elder Yeom looked at the Head Priestess with a blunt gaze.
It seemed the Emei Sect had no intention of letting go of Daseollang from their grasp.
As a chilling tension flowed between the two masters who had crossed the threshold into the realm of great perfection, the surrounding air grew heavy.
Occasionally, the horses would snort, but no one dared to make a sound of swallowing dry saliva.
At that moment.
Ahhh!
Everyones attention turned to the direction of the scream.
There, Yeon Ha-eung stood with his hair caught in a horses mouth.
Figures suddenly rose from various spots in the reeds.
Their number easily exceeded three hundred.
They simultaneously cut the ropes tying the waterproof cloth.
What emerged from beneath the waterproof cloth were well-maintained bows.
***
In the midst of the investment groups camp, thrown into chaos by the sudden situation, stood an old man on a massive warhorse.
None other than the veteran military officer from Elder Yeoms side.
His thoughts were accelerating to the point where the movements around him seemed to have stopped.
Reeds. The enemy has the sun at their backs. A formation considering the wind direction. No war cries even after the situation has begun. The enemy is not charging. Then!
From the old mans mouth came a voice that was hard to believe belonged to a hunched old man.
Enemy archers!
Hearing that voice, Elder Yeom shouted.
Combat Transport Unit! Immediately form an anti-archery formation!
The armored transport carriages of the Combat Transport Unit, which had already completed all combat preparations, began to move.
Cavalry, move out of the enemys range!
Twenty heavily armored cavalry warriors immediately galloped out of the investment groups camp.
All personnel, beware of enemy archery!
Before his shout had even echoed, black arrows began pouring down like rain from the direction of the sun.
The formidable greatsword drawn from Elder Yeoms back was no different from a metal shield in itself.
A volley? Indeed, theyre no ordinary bandits.
With the continuous clang of metal, sparks relentlessly flew off the wide blade of the greatsword.
He protected his massive body with minimal wrist movements and surveyed his surroundings.
The Emei Sects combat personnel were scattered around the Head Priestess, wildly swinging their swords.
Whenever the nuns swung their swords, the arrows seemed to be sucked in, curling and snapping.
The escort troops hired by the investment group had pushed their employers under the carriages and were hiding behind shields.
They seemed to be elites in their own right and were judged to at least not neglect their duties to that extent.
Screams could be heard from various places, piercing through the noise created by the pouring arrows, but no one was foolish enough to leave the camp alone.
At that moment, Elder Yeoms eyes met those of the veteran military officer.
Seeing the veteran officer holding up two fingers from behind a carriage, Elder Yeom shouted.
The second volley is coming!
***
Damn it, those f*cking bastards!
The leader of Qingye threw away the bow he was holding.
They had been detected, but they still had the advantage of surprise and position.
Pre-calculated shooting angles.
Even targets pre-assigned to each team.
It was a seemingly perfect condition for an effective shot, but the results were disastrous.
The massive armored transport carriages of the Luoyang Sword Houses Combat Transport Unit, blocking the front of the investment groups camp, had already intercepted more than half of the arrows with their mere presence.
The arrows aimed at the horses pulling the armored transport carriages were blocked by the coachmen of the Combat Transport Unit wielding iron-clad shields, resulting in not a single casualty.
The cavalry troops had already galloped far away from the camp.
The second volley, carried out with obstructed vision, was of little significance.
As expected of the Luoyang Sword House.
The enemys all-too-skillful response sent a chill down his spine.
Spitting on the ground, he shouted.
All members, arm yourselves!
It was a nightmare for the assassination team to have to charge head-on.
It was already a desperate situation.
***
Elder Yeom! The responsibility and authority for escorting this investment group lie with our Emei Sect!
Seeing the Head Priestess still vying for control even in this situation, Elder Yeom replied.
Do as you please.
What?!
Elder Yeom spoke with the same blunt expression as before.
We will not be escorting but attacking.