Gwak Yong narrowed his eyes and was lost in thought for a long time.

The words that had flowed from Cheon Mubaeck’s mouth.

The Seven Sects of the Demonic Path.

At those words, several questions immediately came to Gwak Yong’s mind.

The first question was why one of the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path, which had disappeared immediately after the Righteous-Demonic War, had appeared under the name of the Blood Ghost Valley.

The second question was how Cheon Mubaeck, who was not even of age, knew about the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path, which most of the people who had experienced the Righteous-Demonic War had never even heard of.

Since the first question could not be solved right away, he could put aside his worries. It was only revealed that the Ten Stars, a person of the Blood Ghost Valley, was from the Dark Sect of the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path.

He would have to take his time and investigate it carefully.

But the second question could be solved right away.

Gwak Yong looked at Cheon Mubaeck in front of him.

It was an unreadable face. A person’s personality and characteristics are bound to be revealed little by little in their expression. Gwak Yong, who had lived for a long time, was good at grasping such things. It meant that he was not just a fighter who was good at fighting.

‘I don’t know.’

But even he could not understand Cheon Mubaeck’s insides at all.

What he was thinking, what kind of guy he was, and whether he was a trustworthy guy.

But one thing was certain.

The fact that what Cheon Mubaeck had said when he had first come here had come true.

‘He has completely dug up everything about this bloodbath.’

What would have happened if Cheon Mubaeck had gone to Anhui and the Mount Hua Sect had come here?

Could the Mount Hua Sect have solved this matter?

Gwak Yong thought deeply. If it was the power of the Mount Hua Sect, they would have surely presented an answer to this matter. But no matter how much he thought about it, he came to the conclusion that they could not have approached the answer as quickly and swiftly as the current Cheon Mubaean.

Right now, Gwak Yong had not been able to do anything proactively. Cheon Mubaeck had moved first, and he had only followed in a supporting role.

‘He’s an amazing guy.’

But even so.

Knowing about the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path was a completely different story.

Gwak Yong recalled the question he had been curious about.

“What is your sect?”

Sect.

Who on earth was the sect and the master who had raised such a talent, no, a monster?

What kind of sect was it that it had even passed down the facts about the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path?

Gwak Yong looked straight at Cheon Mubaeck with eyes full of a strange heat.

One of the numerous hypotheses that came to his mind.

‘A descendant of the old man.’

He had seen it.

He had definitely seen it.

The martial art that Cheon Mubaeck had used when fighting the Bidaras at the Flying Sword Sect.

‘The Heaven-Earth Eagle Steps. It was the old man’s.’

Of course, it was far from the footwork of the Azure Sky Sword God in his memory, but it was certain. It was undoubtedly the Heaven-Earth Eagle Steps, the unique martial art of the Azure Sky Sword God.

Then it made sense.

His skill at that age, and even knowing about the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path.

All the questions were solved.

At Gwak Yong’s question, Cheon Mubaeck answered nonchalantly.

“Aren’t you guessing?”

“Indeed!”

Gwak Yong slapped his knee without even realizing it. Gwak Yong, who was sitting, flinched and became excited.

“Then, then… the Sword Lord, is he a disciple of that friend? Where is the Sword Lord? Yu Baek-gi, where on earth did this guy go?”

Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly.

It was natural to think of him as a disciple of the Sword Lord, who was known as a disciple of the Azure Sky Sword God.

But Cheon Mubaeck did not lie that he was a disciple of the Sword Lord.

Who knows?

After he had died, the real Sword Lord might have raised a disciple separately.

Then how embarrassing would it be if they met?

Cheon Mubaeck made it clear that he was not a disciple of the Sword Lord.

“My master is not the Sword Lord.”

“What?”

“The Azure Sky Sword God raised another disciple in his later years, and I inherited the true teachings from him.”

“…He took another disciple?”

Gwak Yong’s pupils shook violently. A shock as if the world were collapsing was glimpsed.

Cheon Mubaeck calmly ignored that gaze. He had no choice. Hadn’t the Gwak Yong in front of him asked to be accepted as a disciple so much?

“That can’t be… The Sword Lord, unless it was a talent like that guy, he said he wouldn’t accept any more disciples… that can’t be.”

He muttered like that for a long time. Cheon Mubaeck felt a little guilty. Although Gwak Yong’s talent was excellent, Cheon Mubaeck, who had already raised a disciple named the Sword Lord, had not accepted any more disciples. He had said that he would accept more if there was a talent like the Sword Lord, but would that come out so easily?

Gwak Yong, while being disappointed, had followed and had fought until the end of the Righteous-Demonic War.

With the will to receive the teachings of the Azure Sky Sword God, whom he respected the most.

That was why Cheon Mubaeck felt a slight sense of apology.

But there was no other way.

If he didn’t say this, there would be many embarrassing things, from the whereabouts of the Sword Lord.

‘I’ll have to find out about that too.’

Cheon Mubaeck was also curious about the whereabouts of the Sword Lord.

But it was not an urgent matter right now. Cheon Mubaeck brought up the reason why he had met with Gwak Yong.

“The Flying Sword Sect has been exposed to the enemy.”

“Uh… right, that’s right.”

When the main point came out, Gwak Yong managed to compose himself and straightened his posture.

“The reason why they attacked the Flying Sword Sect on a large scale with the Bidara is precisely that. The one who eventually destroyed the Red Dragon Faction was the Flying Sword Sect, and since the Flying Sword Sect was also witnessed at the Water Dragon Fortress, the Blood Ghost Valley thought that it was not just me, but also the Flying Sword Sect.”

At Cheon Mubaeck’s words, Gwak Yong, who had come to his senses, hardened his expression.

If he dug into the meaning of the words, the meaning was not simple.

Gwak Yong recalled what Cheon Mubaeck had said when he had first met him.

‘We’re in the same boat…’

That’s right.

It was as he had said then.

And now, the identity of the Blood Ghost Valley.

“The Dark Sect of the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path is involved. It would be a relief if it was just the Dark Sect. What if other guys are also involved?”

“…”

“During the Righteous-Demonic War, there was an overwhelming being called the Azure Sky Sword God, so the white-way martial world could unite around him and resist. But now?”

“I see.”

It was certain that the Blood Ghost Valley was related to the Demonic Sect. But was it the same as the Cheonma-sin-gyo of the past, or was it a new demonic path that had risen after the Demonic Sect had been destroyed? It was not certain.

But at least if he thought of it as the Demonic Sect of the Righteous-Demonic War…

“…Heo.”

The white-way martial world was standing on the edge of a cliff.

And the Blood Ghost Valley had now recognized the Flying Sword Sect as an enemy.

The Flying Sword Sect had no choice but to confront them, whether they liked it or not.

As Cheon Mubaeck had said, they were in the same boat.

“The Flying Sword Sect cannot fight the Blood Ghost Valley alone.”

Gwak Yong, although he was inwardly resentful, admitted it.

“That’s right. I’ll fight until I die, but if I fight alone, the conclusion is only death.”

“I’ll fight with you, so don’t worry too much about that.”

“Haha.”

Gwak Yong let out a laugh without even realizing it. Gwak Cheon-hu was a late-born child he had had at a late age, but Cheon Mubaeck, who was even younger, said so, and instead of being cute, he felt a sense of reliability.

“But it’s a clear fact that the Flying Sword Sect is exposed to a threat.”

“It hurts my heart to hear such a pessimistic fact objectively. It’s as you said. The words that we’re in the same boat.”

“In any case, I’ve kept my promise. Since the Red Dragon Faction has disappeared, the Flying Sword Sect has become the only great power in Chongqing.”

“So?”

Gwak Yong tilted his head. Because he had felt something strange in Cheon Mubaeck’s tone.

“If you’ve received help, you should receive a reward.”

“Hehe. A reward? As I said, the one who finished off the Red Dragon Faction was the Flying Sword Sect.”

“I killed the Master.”

“The same words are being repeated. Right, what do you want?”

“The manor that the Red Dragon Faction used.”

“The manor? Are you asking for that large manor?”

“No. To be precise, I will give that manor to you, sect master. If you grant me one of my suggestions.”

“…?”

“Let’s form a new martial alliance.”

“…!”

Gwak Yong’s mouth fell open. Before Gwak Yong could answer, Cheon Mubaeck rattled off what he had been thinking.

“Since the Blood Ghost Valley has already recognized the Flying Sword Sect as an enemy, they will surely attack in the future. Rather than facing them alone, let’s form a new martial alliance. Not the current martial alliance, which is just a shell.”

“What on earth…”

“Let’s reorganize the manor of the Red Dragon Faction and create a new alliance there. And the members will be centered around those who participated in the Righteous-Demonic War.”

When he said that, Gwak Yong’s eyes flashed.

“Those who participated in the Righteous-Demonic War?”

“For example, how many sects like the Sacred Fire Sect, which disappeared this time, are there in the Central Plains of the martial world? There are countless small and medium-sized sects that have not been able to properly recover their power due to the great damage they suffered after participating in the Righteous-Demonic War.”

Gwak Yong nodded his head.

That’s right. It wasn’t just the nine great sects and the five great families that had fought in the Righteous-Demonic War. On the contrary, countless small and medium-sized sects had fought more and had disappeared.

Those who remained among them were still walking the path of martial arts in the martial world.

“Let’s form an alliance centered around them. The one created by the gathering of the heroes of the Righteous-Demonic War. This will have a symbolic meaning. In the fight against the Blood Ghost Valley, which may develop into a new Righteous-Demonic War, this symbolism is needless to say.”

When Cheon Mubaeck said that, Gwak Yong firmly closed his mouth.

A new alliance of the white-way martial world.

And if it was created by the gathering of the veterans of the Righteous-Demonic War, its reputation, justification, and authority would be beyond words.

Because in the current martial world, the heroes who had been active in the Righteous-Demonic War were being sanctified.

Cheon Mubaeck finally drove the nail in.

“And there’s only one person who can be the leader of such an alliance.”

“…”

Cheon Mubaeck looked straight into Gwak Yong’s eyes. Although he couldn’t see it because there was no mirror, Cheon Mubaeck could clearly see it. The aspiration that was burning strangely in Gwak Yong’s pupils.

“The Fighting God who fought, following the Azure Sky Sword God.”

“Heo…”

“So, would you like to try being the leader?”

Cheon Mubaeck’s smile deepened.

* * *

Although Gwak Yong had said he needed some time, he eventually accepted Cheon Mubaeck’s proposal.

It was a situation he could not refuse.

The situation where the Blood Ghost Valley had recognized the Flying Sword Sect as an enemy. And the Blood Ghost Valley was related to one of the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path. The Flying Sword Sect could not fight alone.

In this situation, the proposal to form an alliance centered on the descendants of the Righteous-Demonic War was an irresistible temptation.

As Cheon Mubaeck had said, the symbolism was also clear. It was also suitable as a form of preparation for the Blood Ghost Valley. And wasn’t Gwak Yong himself a hero of the Righteous-Demonic War that everyone recognized?

It wasn’t just Gwak Yong who benefited.

“So I’ve relieved one of my worries.”

Cheon Mubaeck was also able to relieve some of the guilt he had felt after the Sacred Fire Sect had been annihilated. If the descendants who were living as ordinary small and medium-sized sects like the Sacred Fire Sect were to form an alliance, their voices would surely be strengthened.

There would be no case of them collapsing helplessly like the Sacred Fire Sect in a catastrophe like this.

When the matter was decided, Gwak Yong gave it a tentative name of the Righteous Alliance and immediately set out to establish the alliance.

The first thing to do was to get the support of the martial world.

Here, Cheon Mubaeck made another suggestion.

“Get the support of Shaolin?”

“That’s right.”

“Although it’s just a shell, the name of the martial alliance exists, and Shaolin is one of its leaders. Will they really support the Righteous Alliance?”

“It was Shaolin that fought for justice, abandoning all its interests during the Righteous-Demonic War.”

“Ah!”

“And among the veterans of the Righteous-Demonic War, there is also Shaolin. What’s to stop Shaolin from joining the Righteous Alliance?”

“Indeed.”

Gwak Yong nodded his head. It was as Cheon Mubaeck had said. If Shaolin supported them, the establishment of the Righteous Alliance would proceed smoothly.

After giving enough advice and finishing his work, Cheon Mubaeck said he would soon return to Henan.

At that time, Gwak Cheon-hu stepped forward.

“Father, I will go to Shaolin myself and get their support.”

“…”

Gwak Yong looked at Gwak Cheon-hu silently.

Gwak Cheon-hu, whom he had felt, had definitely grown. But he definitely felt a sense of impatience.

‘It’s because of that guy, Cheon Mubaeck.’

A similar age. But Cheon Mubaeck was already walking far ahead.

For Gwak Cheon-hu, who had been evaluated as the number one successor in Chongqing, it would be a considerable pain.

Especially since the purpose was to go to Shaolin to get their support, Gwak Yong had seen through Gwak Cheon-hu’s thoughts.

Because he had been like that himself.

Going to Shaolin was just a secondary thing, and Gwak Cheon-hu wanted to follow Cheon Mubaeck.

A look of pity flashed in Gwak Yong’s eyes.

‘He might live a life of dissatisfaction for the rest of his life.’

He recalled the past.

The Sword Lord, who had received the teachings of the Azure Sky Sword God.

He was a brilliant talent. Even during the Righteous-Demonic War, when countless people had emerged, the current sect leader of the Mount Hua Sect, and even Gwak Yong himself.

When they stood next to the strong talent of the Sword Lord, they lost their light.

An overwhelming genius who had appeared in one generation.

It was not an easy thing to live in the martial world next to him.

Gwak Yong had fought his whole life.

Why was that?

Because he wanted to surpass the Sword Lord. Because he wanted to defeat the Sword Lord, who had received the teachings of the once-in-a-generation giant, the Azure Sky Sword God. Because he wanted to stand tall, surpassing the Sword Lord in the generation after the Azure Sky Sword God.

But he had not been able to surpass him even once.

Gwak Yong was worried.

That that late-born child he had had long after the Righteous-Demonic War had ended.

Would be frustrated by the strong light of Cheon Mubaeck.

Just as he had been. That he would eventually not be able to overcome it and would run away.

But Gwak Yong looked at Gwak Cheon-hu’s determined eyes and nodded his head.

You have to feel frustration to know how to overcome it.

Gwak Yong hoped that Gwak Cheon-hu could become such a man.

“Go. Go and get the support of Shaolin.”

(End of Chapter)

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