The Divine Spear Enters the Mountains

"W-what Mandarin Duck Formation-Breaking Spear?"

The host mumbled something, reacted quickly, and immediately put on a smiling face.

"This is a live television broadcast exploring ancient weapons. Sir, you seem to know quite a bit about this weapon. Could you tell us about it?"

"Live streaming?"

The man's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly turned around and strode away.

The host hurriedly chased after them, and the cameraman followed closely behind.

Outside this small courtyard is a quiet, old street with few pedestrians.

The host was not slow at all, but as soon as he stepped out, he found that the man had already disappeared from sight.

"Damn it... what the hell?"

The host was taken aback and almost blurted out a curse, but managed to stop himself. He looked around but couldn't see any nearby alleyways where someone could hide.

The old collector followed him out, staring blankly at the street.

The host quickly said, "Oh, right, he took your collection, sir!"

"Yes, but..."

The old man hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped, and it was unclear why.

He felt that leaving the gun with that man was the best outcome he could hope for.

Cold weapons exude their full charm, just like that!

The man, who had left the camera's view, walked swiftly with a weapon in his hand, weaving through the streets and alleys.

He didn't hide in a sneaky, stealthy manner.

But as he strode along, he happened to pass through the areas where the shadows were heaviest and where pedestrians had no view.

Sometimes, if the street Shangdu open and bright, he can cross it in a single step, as fast as a shadow.

Carrying such a conspicuous long weapon, he walked through the city without attracting the attention of any passersby.

Busan has many waters, islands, and mountains.

The man walked straight to the foot of a low hill in the thicket and meadow, then leaned his spear against a tree, picked up a cigarette with a troubled expression, and took a deep drag.

He walked far away, so he didn't inhale much of the cigarette, but a lot was blown away by the wind, and it was almost burned out.

After that final puff, the flame was almost touching the cigarette holder.

Just then, his phone rang, and he took it out to check.

Caller ID: Incompetent Apprentice (Cui Douri).

"Master, a friend just said they saw you on TV?"

The voice on the phone was that of a young man with a slightly high pitch.

The man said helplessly, "I just went to the explosion site to take a look, but I didn't find any traces. So I'm going to wander around and see if I'll get lucky and run into someone I can temporarily become an ally for.

"As a result, I felt the power of the weapon I had poured the most effort into."

Aren't all programs that use live streaming as a front for deception? Why is this program so genuinely honest?

Are you going to try your luck?

Cui Douri- il said incredulously, "You've never won against us when we play card games."

Yungu scoffed, "Tsk, how can luck at the card table represent everything?"

"All right."

Cui Douri- il sighed, "But didn't you return to your country in your later years? Why did you leave your most beloved weapons in Goryeo?"

Yungu didn't speak immediately, but looked at the gun.

The red-lacquered, black-bladed Formation-Breaking Spear leaned against a tree.

Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the gun barrel, resembling bloodstains.

"Sometimes, even the most bloody battles can't outweigh cunning and scheming."

Yungu said in a low voice, "Back then, something disgusting happened in the army. Although it didn't happen to my Divine Machine Battalion, I was still disheartened when I heard about it."

"In a moment of despair, I threw the Formation-Breaking Spear... off the cliff."

Yungu was taken aback. "You brat, how do you know this?"

"With you as my mentor, of course I need to specifically learn about that period of history."

Cui Douri said earnestly, "But even if you're disheartened and don't want to fight anymore, you can sell the gun for money. It's such a waste to throw it away, isn't it?"

Yungu angrily retorted, "You bastard, all you ever think about is money! Get out of here!"

Before he could hang up, there was a thud on the other end.

"Reporting to the general, it has already rolled once."

Cui Douri's voice was clear and bright, then he said with concern, "Also, my two younger sisters came back early, and I'm trying to figure out how to get them to go on their trip again. Master, would you like to help me persuade them?"

"No."

Yungu said, "Even though I run fast, there's no guarantee that someone might happen to be watching the show and starting to track me from that courtyard."

"I'll wander around outside for a few days, and if no one finds me, I'll go back."

Cui Douri agreed, "Then, Master, please be careful."

Yungu hung up the phone, walked to the tree, and touched the gun barrel.

"What did the spear do wrong? I really shouldn't have thrown you away."

Not long after he returned to the Great Ming, although he was promoted for his merits, he was too lazy to stay and simply faked his death and retired to the mountains.

I never expected to be chosen by the Grotto-Heaven.

After crossing into the Taboo, Yungu, though only experiencing intermittent periods of lucidity over the past few hundred years, has come to understand many things.

Since loyalty to the emperor and righteousness cannot be reconciled, then one should choose only one.

He was called Wanshou but could not live to be ten thousand years old; he was called Wanli but could not live to be ten thousand years old. The emperor died young, but his morality remains.

Yungu picked up his gun and headed into the mountains and forests.

By wandering around in the desolate mountains for a few days, one can disrupt and dilute one's aura, making one no longer afraid of being tracked.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

Busan is such a small area, there are very few areas that can truly be called barren mountains.

Each hilltop, to varying degrees, has undergone some form of development.

Yungu walked into the low mountain valley, and before he had gone far, he came across a large garbage dump.

It was just a large area roughly enclosed by wire mesh, filled with garbage.

There were more than a dozen abandoned cars, and all sorts of tattered synthetic clothing and wires with their copper cores stripped off.

A stinky refrigerator, broken tires, a tricycle with rust through the bottom—it had everything imaginable, and even things it shouldn't have.

Yungu is located halfway up the mountain, upwind, and you can still smell the strange odor of the garbage dump.

He covered his nose, shook his head inwardly, and prepared to change his position, but suddenly stopped.

"They came so quickly."

Yungu turned to look into the forest. "Have the two of you already formed an alliance?"

"So, the explosion at the Shinsegae Mall this morning was orchestrated by one of you?"

His voice carried on, and the woods were silent for two or three seconds before a faint, ethereal female voice emerged.

"This general has misunderstood. Our alliance predates today's explosion by a considerable margin."

The woman's voice was elegant, with a soft, gentle tone typical of people from Jiangnan, making her sound like a noblewoman.

Yungu, however, was not at all careless. He could clearly sense the two menacing auras within the forest.

The silent one was merely fierce, but the one who was speaking had an odd aura and was an even greater enemy.

"There are certain taboos for generals; these should not be disregarded."

Yungu shook his head and flicked his spear.

"Today is definitely not an auspicious day to go out, but thankfully, this mountain isn't called Luoyun Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)