Vol 2 Chapter 77. I’ll Handle You Two Personally (2)
“Unit leader? No… what is this….”
After hearing Mun Yul’s report, Go Seok-hyeon was visibly flustered.
‘Come to think of it, I never mentioned it.’
He had vaguely mentioned that the Martial Alliance would be formed, but he had said nothing at all about the Twin Dragon Unit.
“It’s nothing special. I just put on a hat.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Now that the Martial Alliance has been formed and we’re joining it, we have to play some kind of role, don’t we?”
“Ah, that does make sense.”
Go Seok-hyeon nodded, looking somewhat convinced.
In truth, the position of a unit leader in the Martial Alliance was not something that could be dismissed as merely “a hat.”
In terms of status alone, it was treated with more respect than the sect leader of an average sect, and above all, it carried real authority backed by the name of the Martial Alliance.
It was a far more powerful position than it sounded.
However, for someone like Go Seok-hyeon, who did not yet fully grasp what the Martial Alliance truly represented, it was easy to brush it off.
“I’ll take care of running the Twin Dragon Unit myself. More importantly, there’s actually a bigger issue.”
“What might that be?”
Go Seok-hyeon asked with a serious expression.
Patrick replied—
“That brat Yul brought back four women.”
“…Pardon?”
“This bastard ignores his martial training and just chases women’s skirts. What do you think we should do? Should I just cripple him once and for all—”
“When did I ever do that?!”
Mun Yul shouted as he cut in.
SMACK!
“Aaagh!”
“How dare you open your mouth when adults are talking? Want another beating?”
“Ugh… I’ve been thinking for a while now that things like that should be considered before hitting someone.”
“Don’t sweat the small stuff.”
“…….”
“Anyway, report first. Sichuan Tang Clan, Moyong Clan, Mount Hua Sect, Emei Sect… how did you end up charming such formidable young ladies?”
“Well, the truth is….”
Right after Patrick left Shaolin, Mun Yul was so worried that he could barely eat or sleep.
“Will it be okay? It has to be okay….”
Seeing Mun Yul pacing restlessly, unable to stay still for even a moment, Persona spoke while cultivating her Dao.
“You’re distracting. Sit down.”
“Aren’t you worried, Senior Sister?”
“Nope. Not really.”
“…Pardon?”
“Master left, didn’t he? Then everything will sort itself out.”
“What if Elder Bong-gong can’t resolve it?”
Persona chuckled softly.
“That’s not going to happen, but even if it did, if Master couldn’t solve it, then even if all of us rushed over, it still wouldn’t be solvable.”
“…….”
“So relax and just do what you need to do here. Isn’t the Martial Alliance—or whatever it’s called—holding its inauguration ceremony soon?”
“Hmm….”
“You’re attending as the Twin Dragon Sect’s representative. What’s with that face?”
Mun Yul let out a sigh.
“To be honest, it feels like a burden for me to attend as the representative. Would you go instead, Senior Sister?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not the chief disciple of the Twin Dragon Sect, am I?”
At those words, Mun Yul thought for a moment before speaking.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, Senior Sister.”
“What is it, Junior?”
“If you wanted, I could give you the position of chief disciple. No—honestly, the more I think about it, the more I feel you’re the right person for it.”
Hearing that, Sanghun, who had been listening quietly, was startled.
The position of chief disciple meant the next sect leader.
In other words, it meant inheriting everything of the Twin Dragon Sect.
Even in a worthless mid-sized sect, vicious infighting among disciples over the successor position—sometimes ending in bloodshed—was common.
And now the Twin Dragon Sect’s momentum had surpassed that of a mere mid-sized sect; it was now reputable enough to be called a prestigious orthodox sect.
To so readily give up the position of chief disciple of such a sect was not something one could do with ordinary magnanimity.
‘Senior Brother….’
Sanghun looked at Mun Yul with concern.
Persona, meanwhile, smiled faintly.
“The chief disciple of the Twin Dragon Sect should be you.”
“But Senior Sister, you’re far stronger than I am.”
“That’s true.”
She didn’t deny it at all.
“I’m stronger than you, and on top of that, I’m beautiful too. Haaah…. Why am I such a perfect woman?”
Why the sudden self-admiration?
Normally, when Persona indulged in this level of narcissism, Patrick would smack her on the head to snap her out of it.
But—
‘Damn it… of all times….’
For the first time, Mun Yul found himself missing Patrick’s absence.
“What? Are you saying that’s not true?”
“No, of course not. Who would dare doubt the peerless beauty of the world’s greatest Senior Sister?”
“And you, Hun?”
“The phrase ‘beauty and talent in both civil and martial arts’ exists solely for Senior Sister.”
The law of the Twin Dragon Sect:
Whatever the strong say is always right.
Persona spoke with a satisfied expression.
“Exactly. As my juniors say, I’m beautiful, strong, noble, smart, capable—in short, a perfect woman who excels at everything.”
“…….”
“…….”
It wasn’t wrong.
She was pretty, strong, and capable.
All true.
But still—
‘This is irritating.’
‘Man, social life is hard.’
Unaware—or unconcerned—about her juniors’ hollow feelings, Persona continued.
“But no matter how perfect I am, I can’t be the chief disciple of the Twin Dragon Sect. That seat is yours, Yul.”
“…Why is that?”
“I have my own place.”
“…….”
“There are things I have to do and places I’m aiming for. I can’t focus solely on the Twin Dragon Sect.”
“Senior Sister….”
“And the same goes for Master.”
Persona decided it was time to say this.
“Master handed over the sect leader position to Sect Leader Go Seok-hyeon not only to repay him for the loyalty he showed in protecting the sect all this time, but also because Master himself cannot take on the role of sect leader.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve told you before—Master carries many burdens. I’ve mentioned that he’s royalty, haven’t I?”
“…Yes.”
At first, Mun Yul hadn’t believed it.
After all, look at his behavior.
What kind of royalty had such a wrecked personality?
But after Oliver and then Samson came looking for him, he had no choice but to believe it.
The way those two treated Elder Bong-gong was not merely respectful—it was the attitude of men pledging loyalty to their liege.
And Elder Bong-gong accepted it as if it were perfectly natural.
“Will Elder Bong-gong… someday return to his own country?”
“That’s probably how it’ll be.”
“…….”
“And when that time comes, it’ll be you who must shoulder the sect. You can’t expect Master to stay by your side forever.”
“…….”
“…….”
Mun Yul and Sanghun nodded with heavy expressions.
Somewhere in their minds, they had already anticipated this.
That someday, Patrick would leave the Twin Dragon Sect and return to his homeland.
They had simply avoided thinking about it, deliberately turning away from the thought like children postponing something unpleasant.
Seeing their serious faces, Persona smiled faintly.
“Don’t worry too much. It’s not happening today or tomorrow.”
But their stiff expressions didn’t ease at all.
Then—
“Senior Brother. Are you inside?”
Yun-a’s voice came from outside.
“Come in.”
Persona replied, and Yun-a entered—though she wasn’t alone.
“There’s a guest looking for you, Senior Brother.”
“A guest…? Ah? You are…?”
The person who appeared a moment later from behind Yun-a was someone Mun Yul knew well.
“I am Im Yeon-hwa of the Emei Sect.”
“Ah… I’m Mun Yul of the Twin Dragon Sect.”
She was the one who had previously fought Yun-a.
Her sobriquet was—
“It’s an honor to meet Miss Im, famed as the Emei White Phoenix.”
Emei White Phoenix.
One of the Three Phoenixes.
Thankfully, Mun Yul still remembered her title.
Patrick probably wouldn’t have remembered.
But—
“May I ask why you’ve come to see me, Miss?”
Im Yeon-hwa replied calmly.
“I heard that the Twin Dragon Sect will be in charge of one external combat unit of the Martial Alliance.”
“Is that so?”
“That is my understanding.”
Mun Yul himself didn’t know much about it.
But Im Yeon-hwa clearly did—and understood exactly what it meant.
“Im Yeon-hwa of the Emei Sect, acting under my sect’s orders, wishes to apply for enlistment in the combat unit operated by the Twin Dragon Sect.”
“What? You, Miss?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand. May I ask your reason?”
“It is my sect’s command.”
“Ah….”
“If you ask whether this is my personal wish, I can give no other answer.”
“My apologies.”
Thinking about it, for one of the Nine Great Sects, the rules governing master and disciple would be unimaginably strict.
Compared to them, the Twin Dragon Sect was rather loose about hierarchy and protocol.
For the Emei Sect, obedience meant more than feigned compliance—if a master ordered death, death itself was expected.
“I appreciate your words, but I haven’t heard anything about this combat unit. Elder Bong-gong might know, but he’s currently—”
“He rode a spirit beast and returned to Gansu Province, didn’t he?”
“Ah… yes. You already knew.”
“At Shaolin, there is no one who doesn’t know that now.”
At present, the Twin Dragon Sect’s reputation at Shaolin was sky-high.
Three disciples had participated in the martial tournament, all reaching the main bracket.
The chief disciple had even taken second place.
The sect’s Elder Bong-gong, the Evil-Breaking Swordsman, was believed to be among the top ten swordsmen in the world.
And people had even witnessed him riding a spirit beast.
Who would dare call such a sect a mid-sized sect?
At the very least, the Twin Dragon Sect was now rated just below the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Families.
‘From Master’s perspective, she probably wants to build a good relationship with such a sect—or perhaps even more than that.’
That must be why such an order had been given.
Im Yeon-hwa let out a small sigh, stepped closer to Mun Yul, and smiled softly.
“I’ll explain the details once we reach Gansu Province, where your sect’s Elder Bong-gong is.”
“Ah… so that means….”
“Until then, we’ll have to move together.”
“…….”
“I look forward to working with you, Young Hero Mun.”
“Ah… yes. Likewise….”
Something about the atmosphere felt strange, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.
But that was fine.
He’d soon understand.
Why?
Because shortly after—
“Senior Brother. Another guest?”
“Huh? Who is it?”
“She says she’s the daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan. You should meet her in person.”
The door opened, and a bewitching woman entered, wearing a form-fitting purple outfit and a skirt with a daring slit that revealed her pale legs.
“Hello, Young Hero Mun. I am Dang Nan-ok of the Sichuan Tang Clan.”
“Ah, yes. Nice to meet you. I’m Mun Yul of the Twin Dragon Sect.”
“I heard that your sect will be commanding a unit of the Martial Alliance this time?”
What was this sense of déjà vu?
He could already predict the next line.
And sure enough—
“I’d like to join that unit as well.”
“Miss Dang, that’s not something I can decide on my own.”
“Don’t worry. Of course, you’ll need your sect’s Elder Bong-gong’s permission, right?”
“That’s correct, so—”
“So that means we’ll be going to Gansu together.”
“…….”
“Hehe. I look forward to working with you.”
With a smile that could easily captivate several men at once, the daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan also joined the journey to Gansu Province.
After the Emei White Phoenix, even Dang Nan-ok—known as the First Flower of Sichuan—had joined.
Flowers in both hands, indeed.
But then—
“Senior Brother. Another guest?”
“What? Again? Why?”
“How would I know?”
There was a hint of irritation on Yun-a’s face.
Ignoring that, the next guest entered.
“Hello. I am Woo Seo-a of the Mount Hua Sect.”
“Ah, yes. I’m Mun Yul of the Twin Dragon Sect.”
As soon as she entered, the dim room brightened as if flowers had bloomed.
That was how stunning she was.
Woo Seo-a.
A second-generation disciple of Mount Hua Sect, and one of the Three Phoenixes, known as the Plum Blossom Sword Phoenix.
The reason she had come—
“This time—”
“Are you here to join the Martial Alliance combat unit operated by our Twin Dragon Sect?”
“Oh my, that’s right.”
“By order of your sect?”
“You’re quite perceptive.”
“You’ll be traveling to Gansu with us, then?”
“Do you also read fortunes by any chance?”
No.
But he could read the situation well enough.
Woo Seo-a stepped closer and smiled gently.
“I look forward to working with you for a long, long time, Young Hero Mun.”
“…….”
He wanted to ask “Why?” but it felt too rude to say out loud.
And then—
“Senior Brother. Another guest!”
“Are you angry, Yun-a?”
“Angry? Me? Why would I be? Because running the same errand dozens of times a day is annoying?”
“…….”
“Hohoho. Of course I’m pissed. Wouldn’t you be, Senior Brother?”
“Uh… sorry.”
“If they’re coming, they should just come. Why do they keep sending me as a messenger? Am I a matchmaker or what?”
“Asking me that won’t help….”
“Ah, forget it. Just receive the guest.”
A beautiful woman in blue martial robes entered from outside.
Pale skin, a slender figure that looked as though a breeze could carry her away.
A pure beauty that stirred a man’s protective instincts.
“Hello. I am Moyong Hye of the Moyong Clan.”
The Lone Moon of Liaodong.
The daughter of the Moyong Clan, praised as the only moon in Liaodong.
Even from a single greeting, one could tell she was a precious jewel raised in a prestigious household.
Mun Yul returned her salute.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Mun Yul of the Twin Dragon Sect.”
She was certainly beautiful, but after seeing so many beauties today, it was starting to feel repetitive.
And repeating the same lines over and over was getting tiresome.
So—
“I’m sorry, but the conditions for joining the combat unit aren’t something I decide—”
“Let’s get married.”
Oh.
She came in hard.
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