Chapter: 732
It was Yeop So-pyeong�s father who moved to Xizang. He couldn�t figure out why they came from the Central Plains to Xizang, but they lived a typically normal life.�
Until the monks of the Xiaoleiyin Temple visited many years ago.
When the first batch of monks from Xiaoleiyin Temple came, Yeop So-pyeong�s father lost his life. He went out to protect his beloved grandson and was attacked by the monks.
After that, Yeop So-pyeong had engraved his resentment against the Xiaoleiyin Temple. In order to somehow save his child, he gathered information about the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
Little was known about the Xiaoleiyin Temple. They thoroughly blocked information about their sect. And if by any chance someone would spread rumors that could bring even the slightest harm to the Xiaoleiyin Temple, the monks would pursue them to the ends of hell and punish them.
Due to those circumstances, even those who knew something about the Xiaoleiyin Temple were silent. It�s because they don�t know when the monks of the Xiaoleiyin Temple will come after them if they ever talk about the said sect.�
No one gave information to Yeop So-pyeong. However, Yeop So-pyeong did not give up.
The father�s tenacity after losing his child was so great that he dug into even the smallest information. Those who admired his tenacity shared the information they knew.
As if raking up millet that had fallen to the floor, Yeop So-pyeong relentlessly gathered information about the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
�The best person in the Xiaoleiyin Temple is the sect leader. He is called Hyeolbul. His martial arts was said to reach the sky. There is a saying that he has mastered the technique called the Supreme Layer of the Heavenly Dragon.�1
Yeop So-pyeong didn�t know what kind of martial art it was. He just heard that the best martial arts of the Xiaoleiyin Temple is the Supreme Layer of the Heavenly Dragon and Hyeolbul managed to master it.�
�More than a dozen people serve as Hyeolbul�s hands and feet, including the Ten Monks. There are three hundred Demon Blood Monks2 under Hyeolbul�s Ten Monks. Both groups can be said to be the main special forces of the Xiaoleiyin Temple. In addition to the previous two groups, it�s also known that there are about three or four organizations which have been raised for a special purpose which includes the kidnapped children. They are being raised as weapons specifically for a special purpose.�
Compared to the effort he put into gathering information, the knowledge that Yeop So-pyeong knew was actually nothing great. It was a level of information that anyone could get with just a little bit of effort.�
But for Pyo-wol, it was of great help. A true assassin would collect and analyze as much information as possible before proceeding with the job.�
If it were a normal situation, Pyo-wol would have been calmly walking around the cold Namling Forest while slowly gathering information.�
But this time he couldn�t.
Once Heukam reaches the Xiaoleiyin Temple, all of the Xiaoleiyin Temple�s monks will realize that Pyo-wol is on his way, and thus, prepare for his arrival.�
The more time he spends staying in the Namling Forest, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. This is because the defense of the Xiaoleiyin Temple will become even stronger.
He needs to strike when the iron is hot.��
They should not be given time to respond properly.�
Even if Heukam is a member of Xiaoleiyin Temple, it will be difficult for them to believe the information he delivers.�
It is because Pyo-wol�s ability was beyond common sense.
So the perfect opportunity to strike is when the monks of the Xiaoleiyin Temple were still in doubt. If Pyo-wol takes any longer, the Xiaoleiyin Temple might already be persuaded by Heukam.
Pyo-wol got up from his seat.�
Ah-myung also stood up.
�I�ll follow you too.�
�Nonsense.�
Pyo-wol dismissed him coldly and then turned around. Then, Ah-myung grabbed Pyo-wol�s trousers,�
�Why? I can help, too. Let me go with you.�
Ah-myung was not ready to let go until Pyo-wol agreed. But Pyo-wol had no reason to accept his foolishness. JrNovels.com