RDM (Novel) Chapter 550

 Chapter 550

“Ghost Fleet?”

Yong Ha-sang's face twisted.

It was a word he had never heard before.

Dragon Mountain Manor, the place he called home, was located deep inland, and the Silver Lotus Hall was situated near the shores of Poyang Lake.

Yong Ha-sang had never been to the sea in his life. So he was completely unaware of the existence of the Ghost Fleet.

He glanced around the deck.

The vast deck was completely devoid of people.

It would take a lot of people to move such a huge ship, but there was no one in sight. This was a puzzling fact. But there was no time to resolve his doubts.

Go Il-Won, exuding an intense aura, was approaching him.

It was clear that he had no good intentions.

Go Il-Won spoke as he approached.

“You’re Yong Ha-sang, the former leader of the Silver Lotus Hall, aren't you?”

“You know who I am? What's your intention in approaching me?"

"You are indeed the one. You fled like a defeated dog after losing the Silver Lotus Hall to Lee Geom-han of the Mad Martial Sect, and now you're here drinking your sorrows away.

“Are you mocking me?”

"Mock? No, I speak out of pity. You once dreamed of conquering the world, and now you sit here defeated, and to see you so crushed by a single failure makes me realize how much you've been pampered, like a flower in a greenhouse.

Go Il-Won’s sharp words contorted Yong Ha-sang’s face further. His words were like a dagger, piercing Yong Ha-sang’s pride.


Yong Ha-sang stomped on the deck.

The colossal ship heaved heavily in response.

Such formidable qi was truly awe-inspiring. However, Go Il-Won did not even bat an eyelid and continued.

"Defeat can sometimes be the fertilizer for growth. But it seems that it doesn't apply to you."

“Don't insult me, Go Il-Won!”

"If you didn't want to be insulted, you should have acted accordingly. You can't hide in this remote place and sulk over a single defeat and expect respect.

“Who’s sulking? If you keep insulting me like this, I won’t stay quiet.”

"Great! That's exactly what I want."


"Come at me. Let's see the real skills of the former Lord of Silver Lotus Hall. Better give it your all. I won't hold back."

For a moment, Yong Ha-sang felt as though his chest was being pierced with a spike.

Instinctively, he sensed a formidable opponent.

He was as threatening as Lee Geom-Han, the one who had snatched the Silver Lotus Hall from him.

"I will ask one last thing. Why are you doing this to me? We have no grudges or debts between us.

"We don’t necessarily need grudges to fight."

"Don't give me such a clichéd answer; tell me the truth."

"I need bait to catch someone."

"Bait? You see me,Yong Ha-sang, as mere bait?"

"Even calling you bait is generous. Perhaps if you were Lee Geom-han or Jang Mugak..."

"How dare you!"


In an instant, a terrifying force exploded from Yong Ha-sang's entire body.

The colossal ship swayed, and everything on the deck shook at the same time.

His power was so overwhelming that it was hard to believe he was severely wounded.

Go Il-Won's eyes sparkled as he looked at Yong Ha-sang.

'He was called a second-rate, but he's quite something!'

He had underestimated him, having only heard the story of Lee Geom-han defeating him in the battle, but he was exceeding his expectations. However, nothing had changed.

Yong Ha-sang would die here today.

There was no escape for him.


Yong Ha-sang kicked off the deck and charged at Go Il-Won.

Go Il-Won didn't dodge; instead, he charged towards Yong Ha-sang.


The two collided in the middle.

Both Yong Ha-sang and Go Il-Won were aggressive in nature and owned formidable martial arts.

They attacked each other with full force.

Bang! Crash!

Successive explosive sounds rang out.

The fight that began on the ship continued to the riverbank.

Both men leaped off the ship as they moved.

Everything in their path was destroyed.

Huge rocks were shattered, beautiful towering trees fell helplessly, huge reed beds were violently overturned and the sand of the white beach rained down like a storm.

In the midst of all this, they fought ferociously.

As if the end of the world had come, the atmosphere frantically churned.

Their confrontation escalated to a climax in an instant.


The surrounding air heated up in an instant,

At its center stood Yong Ha-sang.

His face was twisted in anger and fear.

Despite giving it his all, he couldn't even inflict a minor wound on his opponent.

'If only I had treated my internal injuries...'

He deeply regretted neglecting his internal injuries for days.

The injury was severe, but if he had focused solely on qi circulation, he would have been able to heal to some extent. If he had done that, he wouldn't have been so easily overpowered.

His opponent was strong.

He didn't know where this man had sprung from, but he was incredibly formidable.

Being backed into a corner for the second time after being defeated by Lee Geom-han had drained his spirit.

"Do you think I'm going to lose? I'll never lose."

Yong Ha-sang rushed at Go Il-Won, screaming wildly.

He ignored his internal injuries and rallied all his strength

Go Il-won saw Yong Ha-sang charging at him like a bull, but he didn't dodge.

He reached out his hand.

Suddenly, a harpoon that had been rolling on the deck flew towards him.

It was the skill of capturing objects from the void.


Go Il-won, fully leaned back, threw the harpoon with all his might.


"Not a chance."

Yong Ha-sang drew his sword and swung it, roaring loudly.

In his sword, a Sword Aura had been formed.

His intention was to cut down both the harpoon and Go Il-won at the same time.


An explosion, incomparable to anything before, burst out.

At the same time, someone was flung backward.

Only after crashing into a massive rock did he stop.


The person who hit the rock coughed up blood.

Dark red blood was mixed with fine pieces of crushed internal organs.


The man leaning against the rock, looking at the red blood soaking his chest, was none other than Yong Ha-sang.

Yong Ha-sang's chest was pierced by the harpoon that Go Il-Won had thrown.

The harpoon had pierced his chest and was embedded deep in the rock.


Yong Ha-sang raised his head with a groan.

Go Il-Won was walking towards him.

"You, you?"

"What a shame! If only you had treated your internal injuries in time, it would have been a decent match."

"Do...do you think you'll get away with this? The Dragon...Mountain Manor won't let you be."

"That's what I'm hoping for."


"If the Dragon Mountain Manor gets involved in the Great War of Kangho, Heavenly Martial Sect and the Mad Martial Sect can no longer sit idle."

“You… you aim for the world's chaos?”

“Exactly! That’s precisely what I seek.”

“What, for what reason…….”

"Because mediocrity is just boring. How long can you stand by and watch children quarrel? I'll pull out everything from its roots and set it all aflame.”

“You’re, you’re mad…….”

Yong Ha-sang's head dropped as he glared at Go Il-won with bloodshot eyes. It was a cry of despair.

Only then did Go Il-Won pull the harpoon out of Yong Ha-sang's chest.

With the removal of the harpoon, Yong Ha-sang’s lifeless body crumbled.

Go Il-Won muttered while looking at Yong Ha-sang's corpse.

“That's right! I’m mad. I was mad to begin with, but now, even more so. How can a man who has lost his father and grandmother stay sane? So you've got to be my catalyst. A catalyst to set the world on fire......"

Go Il-Won slung Yong Ha-sang's corpse over his shoulder.


The Silver Lotus Hall, having accepted a new leader, quickly regained stability.

Namgung Seol took complete control of the Silver Lotus Hall, placing her people in key positions.

The existing old-guard had no opportunity to resist.

On regaining his senses, Namgung Wol found that the Silver Lotus Hall was revolving around Lee Geom-han.

Before they realized it, the Silver Lotus Hall was revolving around Lee Geom-han.

Namgung Wol gave a hollow laugh at the absurdity of it all.

'She's truly remarkable.'

In front of him, Namgung Seol was sitting with a cold expression.

He was well aware of his sister's extraordinary abilities. However, he had never imagined that she would take control of the Silver Lotus Society so flawlessly.

Despite his dislike for her, he could not deny her skills.

Namgung Seol looked up at Namgung Wol.

She asked,

“Does it really have to be this way?”

“Be what?”

“Do you really have to leave?”

"If I stay, I'll only be a hindrance to you, Sister."

“That's why you should decide to help.”

“You think that's possible?”

“It's a simple thing. All you need to do is change your mind.”

“Change my mind? How is that simple? I can’t do that.”


“Don’t call me so tenderly. It gives me the creeps.”


Namgung Seol sighed at Namgung Wol’s cold reply.

Their relationship had been flawed from the start.

Namgung Seol had asked Namgung Wol to simply hand over the Silver Lotus Hall when they first met after a long time.

Although she eventually took control of the Silver Lotus Hall, it caused an irreparable rift between her and Namgung Wol.

TL/N- fr, I didn’t like this bitch from the start, but I hate her even more now[a]

That's why Namgung Wol told Namgung Seol he would leave the Silver Lotus Hall.

Namgung Seol stared at her brother's face for a moment.

The stubbornly closed lips, the evasive eyes.

His face was not one to be persuaded just because she insisted. She, too, had no intention of persuading him further.

After all, Namgung Wol and she had different paths.

If Namgung Wol had created the Silver Lotus Hall and supported Yong Ha-sang for the greater good, she lived solely for Lee Geom-han.

She could do anything if it meant making Lee Geom-han the ultimate champion of the world.

Even if it was a despicable act that everyone in the world would condemn.

She couldn't expect Namgung Wol to cooperate in what she was going to do.In that case, it might be better to part ways now.

"Where will you go after leaving the Silver Lotus Hall? Surely you're not going to join forces with Pyo Wol, right?"

“What if I am?”

"That's out of the question."

“Why? Aren't you also living for Lee Geom-han?”


Namgung Seol stuttered.

She was at a loss for words.

Although she was a descendant of the Thousand Kingdom School, she lived for Lee Geom-han of the Mad Martial Sect. There was no rule that said her brother, Namgung Wol, could not do the same.

After all, both she and Namgung Wol were far from the successors of the Thousand Kingdom School.

Namgung Wol abruptly stood up.

“I’ll go!”

"I won't see you off."

"I don't want you to."

“So cold…….”

“Colder than you? Anyway, I hope you lead the Silver Lotus Hall well. Goodbye!”

Namgung Wol waved and walked out.

He could feel Namgung Seol's gaze on his back.However, Namgung Wol's eyes were not very emotional.

He had already decided to leave the Silver Lotus Hall, and his determination never wavered.

“Whew! Let me see you off.”

At the exit, Jo Seolpung was waiting for him.

Namgung Wol gave a bitter smile.

“You really don't have to…”

“I want to.”

Unlike Namgung Wol, Jo Seolpung had decided to stay with the Silver Lotus Hall.

Even though the leader and the power-holder had changed, Jo Seolpung's loyalty to the Silver Lotus Hall had not faltered. Namgung Seol had also promised to value him.

Jo Seolpung thought the change of leadership was, in fact, a blessing.

Instead of leaving the Silver Lotus Hall and wandering aimlessly, it was to his advantage to help Lee Geom-han and Namgung Seol fight the Golden Heavenly Hall.

Namgung Wol understood Jo Seolpung's situation.

The two left the Silver Lotus Hall shoulder to shoulder and headed to the dock by Poyang Lake.

The night sky was filled with stars, as if to bid Farewell to Namgung Wol.

They arrived at the dock, bathed in starlight.

A boat, already prepared, was waiting for Namgung Wol.

Namgung Wol said to Jo Seolpung,

“It's time I should go. Thank you for seeing me off. The road didn’t seem so lonely thanks to you."

“Whew! Please take care of yourself. Although our paths differ,I will always wish you good luck, brother Namgung".

“Thank you! Well then…….”

Namgung Wol gave Jo Seolpung a hug and was about to board the boat when...

“Wait! There's a boat drifting in!”

“There's someone lying in the boat.”

Suddenly, there was commotion at the dock.

People at the dock had spotted a boat drifting in the current. Inside the boat, an unidentified person was lying down.

“What's going on? Pull the boat in quickly.”

Jo Seolpung ordered the martial artists around.

They hastily dragged the boat to the dock.

As Namgung Wol and Jo Seolpung checked the person lying in the boat, their faces turned stone cold.

“How can this be!”

“Why is it Yong Ha-sang?”

The pale figure lying in the boat was unmistakably Yong Ha-sang. The dried blood from the hole in his chest suggested that he had been dead for some time.

Just a few days ago, Yong Ha-sang, after losing a duel to Lee Geom-han, had left Poyang Lake. Now, he had returned as a corpse.

“How could this happen?”

“My goodness!”

Namgung Wol could only close his eyes tightly.

The storm that Yong Ha-sang's death would unleash loomed large.

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