WE HAVE MOVED! VISIT OUR NEW SITE “Get back!” Dad pulled me behind him and thrust his sword at the lightning-fast shadow that had pounced on us. CLANG! Sparks flew as Dad’s blade collided with the claws of a beast. “Khhh!” Dad was pushed back, but he immediately corrected his posture and fixed his gaze on the enemy that had ambushed us. GRRRRRR… The true form of the beast was a tiger as large as a house. It circled around us slowly, baring its sharp fangs and growling at us. “...There are no traps, but the pharmacist did mention something about a beast.” Why aren't you reading this at northbladetl.blogspot.com? “Son, why didn’t you tell me that earlier?” Dad couldn’t turn around to check on me since had to keep his attention focused on the tiger, but I did see him rolling his eyes in dismay. I shamelessly replied, “I didn’t think he was telling the truth.” If I remember right, this was what Maeng Ho-Ak said to me before: “By the way, there was a teeny ti

The next morning, I scaled the White Cloud Mountain Range (白雲山) [1] together with Dad. The White Cloud Mountain Range was famous for its rugged mountains, steep rocky cliffs, and thick fog that lasted all year long. Naturally, it was also infamous for dozens of people going missing or falling down the cliffs every year. Not even mountain bandits are willing to make this place their hideout. However, this is also the reason why Maeng Ho-Ak, the Bandit King, hid his secret stash here. Over the last few decades, the other secret stashes had probably already been found and robbed. The White Cloud Mountain Range stash was the most well-hidden one, and also the one most likely to remain untouched. If I manage to obtain and consume the elixirs that Maeng Ho-Ak left behind, I will be able to solidify my foundations in the Heaven Defying Divine Art and become a lot stronger. That will vastly improve my job prospects. Why aren't you reading this at northbladetl.blogspot.com? W

“Ugh...” Having spent the whole of the last night drinking, Go Ju-Yeol couldn’t wake up until afternoon the next day. “I'm dying…” As he rubbed his throbbing head, I politely handed him some honey water that I had prepared in advance. “Uncle, please have some honey water. This honey was harvested by Yi Go-Eul, the village beekeeper, and it's perfect for hangovers.” “Ooh…Thank you, Ryong.” As Go Ju-Yeol gulped down the honey water, Dad, who was lying weakly next to him, looked at me with foggy eyes. He opened his mouth, which stunk of alcohol, and groaned, “What about my honey water?” “We’re out of honey. I used up the last of what we had making Uncle’s share.” Why are you not reading this at northbladetl.blogspot.com? “...Couldn’t you have just diluted the honey water and made enough for two?” “Absolutely not. That would reduce the effectiveness of the honey. Besides, Uncle is our guest, and your best friend whom you haven’t met in almost thirty years. You

I found it strange that Go Ju-Yeol, the Flying Eagle, would suddenly tell us about the remnants of the Blood Cult despite it being a secret. Is he a loose-lipped person? If that was true, then I would be relieved. However, it was impossible for someone like that to become the Second Captain of the Investigation Squad at the Murim Alliance. That can only mean that he’s revealing this information on purpose. The murim is a place where schemes and deceptions abound. The only way to survive in such a place is to always be alert, and to carefully observe others’ words and body language. Thus, that is exactly what I did. From what I can see, he’s on guard against us. Why are you not reading this at northbladetl.blogspot.com? Go Ju-Yeol’s hands were placed lightly on top of his knees, which was a very convenient position to strike from. His eyes continually flickered around the room, as if he was planning his moves beforehand. The placement of his feet is the most importan

A few days after the Jin Academy incident… “So…tired...” “No more...squats…” “Waah…I want my mommy…” In the Baek Academy training grounds, under the scorching sun, I lay down on my side with my eyes half-open and watched a bunch of snot-nosed brats sweat buckets while doing squats. I vaguely remember telling them to keep their eyes ahead of them, but nonetheless, I could feel several gazes directed my way. “Master, my legs hurt...” “I want to rest...” “…Wait, is Master sleeping!?” “Do you think we’ll be able to sneak out?” Why are you not reading this at northbladetl.blogspot.com? What a spoiled brat. Crying because of a few squats. He’s even thinking of cheating! Too bad~ I heard you~ “Master is not sleeping,” I said. ““Gasp!”” The sniveling brats immediately tensed their muscles and lowered their postures. After confirming that they were doing the squats properly, I rolled over and faced the opposite side. Hmm? Something is prickling my back. Ah, it’s th

Translated by: FoodieMonster007 A first-class martial arts expert was an existence that could slaughter a squad made up of a few dozen ordinary soldiers without sustaining a single scratch. They were extremely common in the Central Plains, but they were still people that could hold their heads up high no matter where they went, especially in the rural areas where there were no strong martial artists. Perhaps that's the reason why Goatee is so confident in himself. “Brat, let’s see if you’re as talented in martial arts as you are in talking!” “Suryong! Get back!” SHIING! Before I knew it, Dad had already drawn his sword and charged forward with the intention of taking on Goatee himself. Unfortunately, Namgoong Wook, who had also drawn his blade, immediately intercepted Dad. “Hey hey! Hyung, you should be playing with me instead!” CLANG! “Wait! Let's talk this out!” Dad, who was being crushed under the weight of Namgoong Wook's heavy blow, shouted in fr

Translated by: FoodieMonster007 Impersonation of a member of a prestigious family. Actually, that kind of crime is pretty common. Due to the large size of the Five Great Clans, which included the Namgoong Clan, it was difficult for even the clans themselves to keep track of all of their branch family members. Thus, scammers would often take advantage of this fact. These scammers included even the random drug dealers on the street, who would often claim that their drugs were synthesized by either the Nine Sects or the Five Great Clans. The Murim Alliance has better things to do than catch small-time criminals. Petty swindlers simply weren’t worth the Murim Alliance’s precious time and attention. However, it was a different situation if someone was teaching demonic arts using the name of the Namgoong Clan. “Hm…Master Namgoong Wook? Why do you look so constipated? Do you need to take a shit?” This is a non-profit translation. You should not be seeing ads. “You bastar