The Legend of the Northern Blade

The Silver Horse Merchant Association planned to stay in Chang\'an for a day, so Yoo Jang-Hwan told her the departure time tomorrow and let her explore freely until then.

Alone for the first time in a while, Eun Han-Seol headed to a quiet street on the outskirts called Phoenix Immortal Road.

Crowded places irritated her, and she quite liked the serenity of this place. Thus, after coming here, she removed the veil around her face, revealing her beauty.

Although she had ceased aging at sixteen, wherever she went, her unique presence and beauty attracted attention. Already, passersby on the street were glancing at her and whispering about her appearance.

Eun Han-Seol let out a small sigh. No matter where she went, it was always like this. Like beasts in heat, men revealed their lustful desires whenever they saw her. Such dull creatures.

She slipped out of sight and entered a nearby inn.

"Welcome! What…" the waiter greeted, but his voiced trailed off mid-speech, mesmerized by Eun Han-Seol\'s beauty.

Sighing, Eun Han-Seol asked, "Do you have mutton stew?"

"Yes? Yes, of course."

"I\'ll have that."

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"Okay. Please wait a moment and I\'ll bring it out soon."

Eun Han-Seol took a seat by the window, watching the waiter dash into the kitchen, his face bright red.

Back in the Northern Army Fortress, Jin Mu-Won always brought her mutton stew. Back then, she ate it so frequently that she got sick of it, so she hadn\'t even touched it or looked for it for the past few years. However, for some reason, she wanted it really badly today.

She stared blankly out the window. The street was almost deserted, with few passersby.

Soon, the waiter approached her with a tray and placed a fragrant pot of stew on the table.

"Here\'s your stew, Ma\'am. Enjoy your meal!" he said, peeking at Eun Han-Seol\'s face once more before running to the kitchen.

Eun Han-Seol ladled some broth into a spoon and slurped it down. The taste of the stew was stimulating yet extravagant. The chef must have tried his best to show off his skills, yet somehow it didn\'t suit her palate. Ｒ

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The mutton stew in her memory was not like this. It had a had a more savory, deep taste, and was delicious without being overwhelming.

Mu-Won.

Only then did she realize how attentively he had taken care of her. It was a short, unusual time in her life, but she longed for the boring daily routines of life at the Northern Army Fortress.

While Eun Han-Seol was reminiscing, several men who had been drinking in a corner of the inn since broad daylight approached her. From their fine silk clothes and the elaborately patterned broadswords at their waists, they seemed to be sons of wealthy families.

The oldest of the men sat down across from Eun Han-Seol. "Young Miss, you don\'t seem to like stew, do you?"

"……"

"I haven\'t seen your face before. Mind telling me where you came from?"

"……" Eun Han-Seol didn\'t reply and merely gazed out the window.

The man\'s face reddened at her indifference, and his friends snickered at him.

"Fufu! To treat Seok like this."

"What a feisty bitch."

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Annoyed, Seok clenched his teeth. "Hey, if someone talks to you, you should answer. Where did you learn such bad manners?"

Seok\'s full name was Seok Dan-Hae. He was the second son of the Seok family, a prestigious family in Chang\'an. Unlike his well-mannered and mature older brother, he was a troublemaker, so the Seok family treated him like he didn\'t exist.

Seok Dan-Hae\'s eyes smoldered with lust. He had been with countless women, but Eun Han-Seol was undeniably special.

I\'ll definitely make this girl mine.

Eun Han-Seol\'s youthful appearance didn\'t bother him. In fact, it thrilled him more, stirring his lower body. He had once slept with an even younger girl and used his family\'s influence to cover it all up—a history that made him feel invincible.

"I at least know that taking a seat at someone else\'s table without permission is bad manners," Eun Han-Seol finally remarked.

"Fufu! How dare you lecture me, Seok Dan-Hae, about manners in Chang\'an? It seems you\'re a woman who knows nothing of the world."

Eun Han-Seol scoffed. "And you don\'t yet know the taste of heaven, Seok."

Triggered by Eun Han-Seol\'s choice of words, Seok Dan-Hae and the men\'s eyes burned with lust, and obscene sexual jokes that would make even a passerby blush poured out like a flood.

"How about it? If you come with me, I\'ll not only change your life, but also show you the pleasures of heaven. Fufu!"

"The pleasure of heaven?"

"Fufu! Once you know a real man, you\'ll see things differently. You need a manly man like me to taste what life is truly about."

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Eun Han-Seol\'s face grew visibly colder.

However, enraptured by her beauty, Seok Dan-Hae and his companions didn\'t notice the change in her. They simply believed that Seok Dan-Hae would soon have her.

"If you back off now, you won\'t get hurt too badly," Eun Han-Seol warned.

"Hurt? Haha! You\'re indeed a clueless little girl. Who in Chang\'an would dare harm me? Now, stop talking and come with me," Seok Dan-Hae cackled, grabbing Eun Han-Seol\'s wrist.

Eun Han-Seol\'s eyes flashed.

BOOM!

"AHHH!"

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A burst of silver qi flared from Eun Han-Seol\'s hand, striking Seok Dan-Hae squarely in the chest. He flew backward into the wall, slid down, twitched a few times, and lost consciousness.

"Seok?"

"You bitch! How dare you ambush Seok?"

Startled, the men drew their swords, their faces twisted with alarm.

Ignoring their reaction, Eun Han-Seol stood up slowly. "Don\'t say I didn\'t warn you. If you take him and back off now, I won\'t pursue the matter further."

"Do you think you\'ll be safe after ambushing Seok?"

"Hurry up, kneel and beg for forgiveness."

Eun Han-Seol\'s eyes glinted with cold fury. Had these men genuinely trained in martial arts, they would have sensed her formidable aura, but it was clear they couldn\'t detect even a hint of qi.

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Their skills are sorely lacking, and yet they rely on their background to bully others.

The men exchanged glances, then charged in with their swords, but before they could reach Eun Han-Seol, silver whips of qi lashed out and struck them.

THUD! THUD!

As with Seok, the two men were thrown into the wall and sprawled on the floor, but there were no screams this time. They had been knocked out before they could open their mouths.

Eun Han-Seol snorted. They were fortunate she had restrained herself and left them alive.

The waiter, who had expected Eun Han-Seol to be victimized, stared wide-eyed at the turnaround, unsure of what to do.

SLAM!

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Suddenly, three Taoists dressed in blue burst through the inn\'s wall, and the two younger Taoists hurried over to the fallen men.

"All of them are still alive, but one will have to recuperate for at least three months."

A middle-aged martial artist, who appeared to be the leader, glared at Eun Han-Seol sharply. "You\'re too cruel, witch."

"Witch?" Eun Han-Seol\'s expression turned frosty.

"Hmph! Are you going to deny it? We\'ve been tracking you from Qinghai Province."

"Qinghai Province?"

"You won\'t deny killing the Yellow Cloth Three Evils in Qinghai Province, will you?"

Eun Han-Seol blinked in puzzlement.

"What? Are you going to deny your actions?"

"Are you perhaps referring to the three bandits who tried to raid the Silver Horse Merchant Association? What\'s wrong with killing them?"

"They were slated to be judged by the Great Kunlun Sect."

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"Then isn\'t it a good thing I killed them? I saved you the trouble."

"Even though they were unforgivable villains, they didn\'t deserve death," the middle-aged martial artist said firmly.

His name was Baek Nam-Hoe, and he had been sent by the Kunlun Sect to punish evildoers. Chosen from a young age, he had devoted over forty years to cultivating his martial arts. For him, all evil must be cut down.

However, he strongly believed that there was a proper procedure to executing justice, and punishment should be scaled according to guilt. Anything else was no different from evil itself.

Eun Han-Seol narrowed her eyes. "So? What do you plan to do about it?"

"I will escort you to the Great Kunlun Sect, where your crimes will be judged according to strict procedure."

"You will escort me? To Kunlun?"

"Yes. The righteous Kunlun Sect will assess the facts impartially, so you can trust us," he said calmly, though his eyes glimmered with killing intent.

Having lived within the sheltered, untainted Kunlun Sect all his life, Baek Nam-Hoe was acutely sensitive to evil. From the moment he saw Eun Han-Seol, his sixth sense flared, screaming at him that she was a demon.

"What if I don\'t want to?"

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"Are you going to defy the will of Kunlun?"

"The name of Kunlun may be an object of reverence to others, but it means nothing to me."

"How dare you disregard Kunlun?"

"I\'m just telling the truth."

Eun Han-Seol\'s pupils turned silvery white. She was born and raised in the Silent Night, a group the Central Plains had labeled as evil. However, she had never believed that the Silent Night was evil in and of itself.

After all, if fighting for survival was evil, then who in this world was good?

Most importantly, she had no desire to accept the false accusation of being a villain just to satisfy a fool and his rigid sense of justice.

"My justice is to survive. If struggling for survival is defined as evil, then I will gladly walk the path of evil."

"Finally, you show your true colors, witch."

Baek Nam-Hoe\'s eyes glowed blue as he called forth the Divine Unparalleled Art of Supreme Clarity. Unlike most Central Plains martial arts, it focused on the upper dantian rather than the lower, allowing those who mastered it to open their mind\'s eye, perceive the world\'s flow, and surpass human limits.

While Baek Nam-Hoe had not fully mastered it, he was still the highest level practitioner of the martial art within Kunlun Sect.

Eun Han-Seol\'s red lips curled into an icy smile. "How arrogant, Kunlun Sect. Don\'t presume to judge me when you know nothing about me."