RDM (Novel) Chapter 380

C 380

The Celestial Hall was a large estate located in the southern part of Poyang Lake.


Poyang Lake was said to be as vast as the sea. There were many cities and towns along it, and many mansions were built there.


There were so many mansions. They were so big that they didn't even stand out from the crowd. Celestial Hall was one of them.


The reason why Celestial Hall had recently become famous was because Jang Ho-yeon had stayed there with martial artists from Rain Mountain Manor.


Even if Jang Ho-yeon had only stayed with martial artists from his own faction, the nearby sects would have been on their guard. But Jang Ho-yeon went one step further and involved sects connected to Rain Mountain Manor.


Everyone could not help but be suspicious of Jang Ho-yeon's intentions.


If he had invaded another sect's territory without a justifiable reason, he would have faced criticism. However, Jang Ho-yeon had found a good excuse.


It was the Silver Lotus Hall.


The existence of the Silver Lotus Hall had come to his attention thanks to Deung Cheol-woong.


Deung Cheol-woong had approached him and provided him with information.


As a result, Jang Ho-yeon had a good excuse to stay at the Celestial Hall.


It was a society under the banner of the Anti-Golden Heavenly Hall.


Their motto was basically a challenge to the Golden Heavenly Hall.


As a member of the Golden Heavenly Hall, Jang Ho-yeon had the right to call the Silver Lotus Hall to account.


That was the excuse Jang Ho-yeon had used, and fortunately, it was still working.


At the moment, more than a hundred martial artists were staying at the Celestial Hall, and their numbers were growing as people from outside continued to arrive.


The original goal was to kill Pyo Wol, but when Jang Ho-yeon heard that Pyo Wol had left, he changed his direction.


The goal was to take control of the entire Poyang Lake region.


The pretext and the power were sufficient.


The surrounding sects were all small and medium sized. Even though the Je-won merchant group had some power, it was nothing compared to the Rain Mountain Manor.


Silver Lotus Hall was still a concern, but their influence was negligible.


If factions like the Thousand Kingdom School or Dragon Mountain Manor intervened, things would change, but they couldn't.


If those old martial artists interfered in the younger generation's fights, it could escalate into a massive conflict.


They can't intervene. No matter what the outcome, it will eventually be reduced to a matter between the Golden Heavenly Hall and the Silver Lotus Hall and resolved.


Jang Ho-yeon raised a glass of alcohol to his lips.


A cold smile appeared on his lips.


He had come to catch a tiger, but had unexpectedly caught a whale instead.


Once I have secured this place, no one can shake my position. Even if it's my father.


His father, Jang Pyeongsan, was the embodiment of the thirst for power.


He didn't pass his power on to his children easily.

It was impossible for him to become lord of Rain Mountain Manor during his lifetime. Of course, as a young master he could enjoy all kinds of glory, but he was nothing more than a servant to his father.

Jang Ho-yeon wanted more than that.

First, I will take control of Poyang Lake and return to Rain Mountain Manor to inherit the position of lord.

Of course, his father, Jang Pyeongsan, would not give up the position of lord so easily. However, if he could prove his achievements at Poyang Lake, it would not be completely impossible for him to refuse.

There would surely be a compromise.

This was exactly what Jang Ho-yeon wanted.

The current Kangho is undergoing a rapid generational change. The old era is fading away and a new generation is taking its place. I must join them before it's too late.


Jang Ho-yeon put down his glass.

"Young master!"

His subordinate's voice came from outside.

Jang Ho-yeon frowned.

He hated to be disturbed when he was alone.

His subordinate knew that as well. But the fact that he had disturbed him meant that something important must have happened.

"What's going on?"

"The Master of the Blood Ant Chamber has come. He insists on seeing you, young master."

"That guy?"

Jang Ho-yeon wore a displeased expression.

Just thinking about him made his mood sour.

Deung Cheol-woong reeked of the unique stench of a lowlife.

It was not an actual odour, but the atmosphere and the desire they exuded felt like it.

When a person lives with great ambition, it is only natural that they give up something along the way. Jang Ho-yeon was no exception.

He had given up several important things in his life and thought it was only natural.

Deung Cheol-woong was similar in this respect. He had offered Jang Ho-yeon a lot with a big plan in mind. But like a leech, he never let go of anything.

As he greedily swallowed everything, his body became heavy and could never rise high.

Deung Cheol-woong had a unique, humid atmosphere.

Jang Ho-yeon thought it was the stench of the ground.

He despised the unique atmosphere and smell that only those who had greedily grown from the ground possessed.

But he could not show it to Deung Cheol-woong.

Deung Cheol-woong was a very useful person.

If he was used well, he would be of great help in taking control of Poyang Lake.

Jang Ho-yeon composed himself and spoke.

"Let him in."


After the answer, the door opened and Deung Cheol-woong walked in with long strides.

Deung Cheol-woong had no hesitation, as if he was entering his own house.

He stomped in.

"Hehe! I hope you're well? If you have any problems, please let me know. I will remedy them immediately."

"What brings you here at this hour?"

"Do we really need a reason to see each other? We are already in the same boat... ...."


"Stop talking nonsense and tell me your purpose."

As Jang Ho-yeon's gaze grew colder, Deung Cheol-woong finally cleared his throat and looked around.

"Hmm! Well, if that's the case... he's back."


"Pyo Wol, the reaper."

"Is that true?"


Jang Ho-yeon punched the armrest and stood up abruptly.

The armrest shattered from the impact, but he had no time to worry about it.

"Are you saying he really reappeared?"

"Yes,The warriors your highness sent to our side have all been killed."

"Watch your words."


"When did I say that I sent the main force warriors to you?"

"Ah! My apologies, I misspoke. Cough!"

Deung Cheol-woong wrinkled his nose.

Damn bastards! Covering their eyes and pretending not to know until the very end.

But he couldn't show his true feelings.

He composed himself and spoke.

"So our allies were all killed by Pyo Wol."

"Are you sure it was Pyo Wol?"

"Yes! We have confirmed it."

"Where is he now?"

"He is staying at an inn called the Southern Heaven Pavilion. Our people are watching him now."

"I will go there."

"R-right now?"



"Guide me."


Deung Cheol-woong reluctantly replied politely. However, his face was full of dissatisfaction as he bowed his head.

Damn it, why is he dragging me into this mess?

But he couldn't express his dissatisfaction aloud.

No matter how stubborn and obstinate he was, he knew only too well that it wouldn't work against the person in front of him.

Jang Ho-yeon immediately called for the elite warriors.

These were not ordinary warriors, but swordsmen brought from Rain Mountain Manor. Each of them was a top-class martial artist with no shortage of strength.

There were over a hundred of them.

Deung Cheol-woong muttered as he looked at the assembled swordsmen.

They are all so fierce.

Although Deung Cheol-woong himself was confident in his martial arts skills, he couldn't help but feel small in front of the hundred swordsmen.

The powers in the Celestial Hall were not just limited to them.

If they included the warriors they couldn't bring with them and those from the cooperating martial arts sects, the number would be many times greater.

Even with ten more Blood Ant Chambers, they couldn't handle these forces.

"Let's go!"

Jang Ho-yeon, who was riding a horse, shouted loudly.

The hundred swordsmen and Deung Cheol-woong had to follow him at a gallop.

The swordsmen could easily keep up with Jang Ho-yeon because of their Qigong, but Deung Cheol-woong had to run with all his might. This was because he had neglected to master the light-footed technique, relying only on his internal energy and martial arts skills.

Damn it! Damn it!

Deung Cheol-woong cursed inwardly as he followed the swordsmen.

Just as the sun was about to rise over the eastern horizon, Jang Ho-yeon and his group arrived at the Southern Heaven Pavilion.


When Jang Ho-yeon kicked open the door, the guests who were eating breakfast stared at him with wide eyes.

'Gasp! Is that?

It is Jang Ho-yeon from Rain Mountain Manor.

'My goodness!

The guests knew that Pyo Wol was staying at Southern Heaven Pavilion. If it wasn't for Pyo Wol, there would be no reason for Jang Ho-yeon to come looking for him so urgently.

The guests held their breath as they watched Jang Ho-yeon.

The innkeeper approached cautiously.

"W-what brings you here?"

"Is Pyo Wol here?"


"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"N-no, he's staying at our inn."

"Bring him to me."


"Do I have to burn down this inn before you'll listen?"

"No, I'll bring him right away."

The innkeeper replied in a panic.

Jang Ho-yeon was someone who could easily do that. If he really set fire to the inn, the Southern Heaven Pavilion would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

That's what happened.

"There's no need for that."

Pyo Wol revealed himself with a cold voice.

At his appearance, Jang Ho-yeon's gaze turned icy.

"Didn't you run away, Pyo Wol?"

"Do you know that?"


"When I'm really scared, I run away. I hide in a place where no one can find me, and from that moment on, I aim for the throat of the one who made me run."

"You're crazy!"

"So you should block me well so that I can't escape. Because from the moment I succeed in escaping, you'll never be able to sleep peacefully."

"That will never happen."

Jang Ho-yeon raised his hand.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The swordsmen drew their swords in unison.

A suffocating silence fell over the inn.

The guests clenched their mouths and held their breath.

At the height of the tension, someone's voice reached their ears.

"What a morning. Isn't it too much? You're keeping the guests from eating."

It was a man dressed in black martial arts clothes with a dragon pattern.

A man with dishevelled hair resembling a lion, followed by a man and a woman.

Jang Ho-yeon glared at them.

"Yong Ha-sang, Nam Gung-Wol, Yeom Hee-soo."

"Do we have such a friendly relationship that you call our names one by one?"

"What are you doing here?"

"We came to eat with him."

Yong Ha-sang's eyes went to Pyo Wol.

For a moment, Jang Ho-yeon's face twisted uncomfortably.

Nam Gung-Wol smiled as he looked at his face.

"Would you like to join us, brother Jang? I hear the food at the Southern Heaven Pavilion is quite delicious."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"I can't believe you took my offer like that."

Nam Gung-Wol's words made Jang Ho-yeon even angrier. But he did not dare to be disrespectful.

Even dealing with Pyo Wol was difficult, and if the three of them joined forces, he would have no chance of winning.

Both Yong Ha-sang and Nam Gung-Wol were martial artists with extraordinary abilities, in no way inferior to his own. Then there was Pyo Wol.

"So there was a godfather behind the Silver Lotus Hall."

"Godfather? Who is whose godfather?"

Yong Ha-sang shouted in disbelief.

The organization of the Silver Lotus Hall was the result of the will of the three of them. There was no room for Pyo Wol to interfere.

Yong Ha-sang had once asked Pyo Wol to join them, but had been refused. Since then, he had always kept Pyo Wol in check.

When he saw Jang Ho-yeon making random assumptions without knowing such facts, he was left speechless.

Jang Ho-yeon said,

"All right, I'll back off today. But don't think that you will be so lucky next time.

"A tail wagging to the end."


At Yong Ha-sang's mockery, Jang Ho-yeon's face turned red.

Trying to hide his embarrassment, he said,

"Let's go back."

At his command, the swordsmen sheathed their swords and rushed out of the inn.

Deung Cheol-woong also tried to leave and mingled with them.

Serves you right. Coming in so confidently.

Deung Cheol-woong laughed at Jang Ho-yeon's retreating figure,

"Is that you?"

Pyo Wol's voice suddenly reached his ears.

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