TL: FoodieMonster007; ED: TheGreatT20

Phew! Tang Gi-Mun sighed, straightening his back, while Tang Mi-Ryeo handed him a white towel.

Thank you. Tang Gi-Mun took the towel from her and wiped off the sweat on his face. In front of him lay the madmans corpse. He had examined the body all night long without rest, using every technique he knew. As a result, the corpse was covered in dozens of silver needles and discolored by the various poisons that were used during the autopsy.

Did you find out the cause of the madness?

No, I still have a long way to go. Still, there are only a few possibilities left, so as long as I keep trying, Im confident that Ill get to the bottom of this sooner or later.

Thats good news. Tang Mi-Ryeo heaved a sigh of relief.

Are you okay? You look even more haggard than I do.

I-Its nothing.

No, its not. Please tell me about it, Tang Gi-Mun insisted. He had been so absorbed in his work that he had no idea what was going on outside.

Tang Mi-Ryeo was left with no choice but to tell Tang Gi-Mun about the tragedy in Yuxi which had happened during the night. As she described the incident, the blood slowly drained from Tang Gi-Muns face.

Did such a thing really happen in Yuxi?

Yes!

Thats insane! How could they have done such a thing right in the middle of Yuxi? Many innocent civilians must have died! Tang Gi-Mun said, shaking his head sadly. Although both martial artists and ordinary people lived in the gangho, there was always an implicit understanding that martial artists would not involve civilians in their fights.

One of the reasons for that is that whoever harmed civilians would instantly be branded a public enemy, and not even the largest sects could stand up to the combined forces of the rest of the murim. In particular, the orthodox sects, including Heavens Summit, would do their best to prevent open conflicts which would harm their reputations.

As it is, the Tyrant Fist Sect had blatantly ignored this unwritten rule and committed mass genocide. Although they only did it to defeat their enemy who was hiding themselves among the people, their actions had crossed the line.

When we get back to the Tang Clan, Im going to announce their crime to the world.

Uncle?

I knew all along that Jo Cheon-Woo, the Sect Leader of the Tyrant Fist Sect, was ambitious, but I had no idea he was this ruthless. If you dont stop him now, who knows how many more innocent lives will be sacrificed?

Hes really going to publicize this. Ive never seen him so angry, Tang Mi-Ryeo thought. If Tang Gi-Mun did as he said he would, the world would soon be thrown into chaos.

I wonder what hes doing right now? A certain persons face suddenly appeared in her mind. Master Jin

Jin Mu-Won saved her and her uncle when everyone else had left them for dead. Unlike the others who talked about justice but only ever made empty gestures, he was a man who took action on his beliefs when it counted. How many people could do that, especially when they themselves might be put in danger because of it? At least, Jin Mu-Won was the first such person that Tang Mi-Ryeo had met.

Just remembering his face made her heart pound.

Just then, Song Kyung, who was guarding their residence, said, This place is off-limits. Please leave.

However, the next thing she knew, Song Kyung seemed to have quietly discussed something with the visitor and let them pass. She could hear the sound of a mans footsteps approaching, until finally, he opened the door.

Are you Master Tang? the visitor asked, looking at Tang Gi-Mun. He was in his late thirties, with neatly tied hair that was wrapped with a white cloth and scholarly sky blue robes. Behind him stood a dozen warriors who were armed to the teeth and giving off threatening auras.

Tang Gi-Mun frowned as he replied, Thats right, Im Tang Gi-Mun. Who are you?

The scholar smiled and said, I am Dam Ju-In from Heavens Summit.

Are you the emissary who was supposed to meet us here?

Yes, I am a member of Heavens Summits Scarlet Fog Association ().

The Scarlet Fog Association?

Youve probably never heard of it. Were a small group, and even within Heavens Summit, few people know of us, the scholar said, but as Tang Gi-Mun was still visibly confused, he laughed, took out a letter from his chest pocket, and continued, Master Kwan, the Head Administrator of the Administrative Division, told me to deliver this letter to you.

Master Kwan? He must be talking about Kwan Dae-Seung of the Administrative Division. Ive met him a few times before.

The Nine Skies did not reside within Heavens Summit. They lived in their sects and only went there during special occasions. Thus, the daily affairs of Heavens Summit were left to the Administrative Division, led by the Head Administrator Kwan Dae-Seung.

Tang Gi-Mun observed the letter that Dam Ju-In handed to him and noticed Kwan Dae-Seungs seal along with a statement proving his identity.

Fine, Ill trust in Master Kwans recommendation, Tang Gi-Mun concluded with a nod of approval as he took a closer look at Dam Ju-In. At first glance, the emissary appeared to be a run-of-the-mill scholar, as he was unarmed and showed no signs of having practiced martial arts before. Still, Tang Gi-Mun couldnt shake off the feeling that there was something oddly repulsive about the man, though he hid his distaste as he had no reason to suspect the man.

Now then, would you mind helping us with the investigation? Ive already started the autopsy of one of the madmens corpses, and with your aid, well know the cause of madness much sooner than if I did it alone.

Theres no longer any need to continue the investigation.

Huh? Why?

Weve already identified the cause of insanity.

Tang Gi-Mun widened his eyes in surprise. When did you do that? Didnt you just arrive here in Yunnan?

Actually, weve already been here for quite some time, and I apologize for concealing that fact from you, Master Tang.

What? Why did you do that? Tang Gi-Mun raised his voice, clearly upset.

However, Dam Ju-In remained expressionless as he replied, I needed someone to distract our enemies while we conducted our investigation.

Tang Gi-Mun and Tang Mi-Ryeo blinked in confusion for a moment, but the true meaning of Dam Ju-Ins statement soon sunk in.

So you used us as bait?

Thanks to you, Master Tang, we of the Scarlet Fog Association could complete our investigation swiftly and without being noticed. Rest assured that Heavens Summit will greatly reward you for your contribution to our success, Dam Ju-In laughed.

However, his mirth echoed strikingly in the otherwise silent room, which was instantly blanketed in a heavy atmosphere.

Jin Mu-Won looked like he had taken a shower in blood. Every step he took, more corpses fell to the ground around him. He was exhausted, not physically due to his extreme training, but mentally.

Huff! Huff! he panted. His legs felt like they were weighed down by the souls of the dead clutching at his feet and desperately hanging on for fear of being dragged into the underworld.

He had never been surrounded by so much death before, not even ten years ago. Moreover, many of these deaths had been at his own hands. Although he understood that it was kill or be killed, the thought of taking so many lives tormented him.

The blood of countless people now stained Snow Flower, even though it seemed spotless and clean on the surface. The weight of all those lives piled up like a mountain, slowly crushing him.

He felt like he was trudging through a deep swamp, and yet, he did not stop. Geum Dan-Yeop was standing right in front of him, still playing his flute with his eyes closed as he concentrated on the climax of his piece and focused his sound on Jin Mu-Won alone.

The notes he was playing were now so high-pitched that it could not be heard by human ears. Regardless, the sound pierced Jin Mu-Wons eardrums, shaking up his innards despite the shadow chi protecting his heart and ears.

If Jin Mu-Won had been a normal person, his body would have already exploded from the sonic waves, especially since he was Geum Dan-Yeops only target. Even with his strength, blood still spurted out from his nose as the sound overwhelmed his defenses. Ripples appeared on his skin, and his face contorted in pain.

Keuk!

Not only is the Serenade to the Apocalypse more powerful than Id imagined, its power has been amplified several times over by the acoustics of the underground hall. The longer I stall, the more disadvantageous it will be for me. I need to take him down as quickly as I can.

Once his mind was made up, Jin Mu-Won burst into action. He took his left hand off Snow Flowers hilt, holding it with only his right hand, then concentrated his chi in his left index finger and struck Snow Flowers blade.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of Snow Flowers blade ringing interfered with Geum Dan-Yeops music, breaking Geum Dan-Yeops concentration. Sensing the momentary opening, Jin Mu-Won immediately closed in with the Flowing Stream Steps.

Geum Dan-Yeop snorted. Jin Mu-Wons unexpected move had taken him by surprise, but it wasnt enough to interrupt his playing. He took a deep breath and blew the last note of the Serenade with all his might.

SCREEEEEEEECH!

The sound attack at a frequency beyond human hearing swallowed up Jin Mu-Won, and Geum Dan-Yeops confidence surged. He did not doubt for a moment that he would kill Jin Mu-Won with this one move.

However, the moment the attack hit him, Jin Mu-Won kicked off the ground and leapt a dozen meters into the air, then hurtled down toward Geum Dan-Yeop. As he fell, he unleashed the Shadow Blade of Destruction, including techniques such as Meteor Soul, Dividing the Heavenly Seas, and Storm Forest, filling the hall with Snow Flowers afterimages.

WHOOSH! SWOOSH!

Dozens, no, hundreds of swords rained down on Geum Dan-Yeop who, overwhelmed by the magnificent sight, forgot that he was still playing his flute.

So this is the Northern Armys sword technique?

BOOM! CRACK! BANG!

The sound of fireworks exploding echoed throughout the underground hall, scattering dust and broken stone fragments in every direction. Cheong In and Kwak Moon-Jung, who were hiding outside the entrance, hurriedly crouched down to protect themselves.

When the explosions quieted down, the two of them stuck their heads into the hall, but couldnt see anything through the dust cloud.

Hyung?! Kwak Moon-Jung cried out in a trembling voice, but didnt dare enter the hall.

A few minutes later, the dust finally settled, revealing the state of the two men inside. Both Jin Mu-Won and Geum Dan-Yeop were kneeling down on one knee, facing each other.

Geum Dan-Yeop asked, Was that one of the Northern Armys ultimate techniques?

Its called the Shadow Blade of Destruction.

Haha! To think that the Northern Army successfully kept everyone in the dark about such a powerful martial art. Amazing, truly amazing Kuheok! Suddenly, Geum Dan-Yeop coughed out blood mixed with bits and pieces of internal organs, then almost immediately after, cut wounds appeared all over his body, drenching him in blood.

In contrast, Jin Mu-Won appeared unharmed on the surface, but the Serenade to the Apocalypse was still ringing in his brain and giving him a headache like he was being hit repeatedly on the head with a hammer. His vision doubled, his lungs struggled to take in air, and nausea threatened to overcome him.

Still, Jin Mu-Won did not take his eyes off Geum Dan-Yeop. Although Geum Dan-Yeop was a descendant of the Silent Night, he could not bring himself to hate the man. Instead, he felt like he could sympathize with him, as a person who was also forgotten by the world.

Geum Dan-Yeop slowly raised his blood-stained face and looked back at Jin Mu-Won, only to see the sad expression on the young mans face. You dont have tobe sad about my death. Ive already achieved my goal. The seeds I sowedwill wake the Silent Night from its slumber. Thats whyI have no regrets.

I know. Youre not a person who would die with regrets.

Haha! As expected, you Ailao Mountains Death Valley Go there Geum Dan-Yeops voice trailed off as life faded from his eyes.

Jin Mu-Won silently observed Geum Dan-Yeops final expression. Although his face is bloodied, he seems at peace. Just why is he so desperate? What drove him to such extremes? What does he value more than his own life? I still have a lot of questions to ask him, but he will never answer me again.

You Jin Mu-Won began, but he was interrupted by a sudden windstorm.

Proofreaders Note: Hopefully back to more regular updates. Pray for Translator Nims well deserved break.