Pudeudeuk.

Carrier pigeons soared into the sky endlessly.

Cheon Mubaeck asked Neung-heo, who was watching the general manager, Jang.

“Is there anything special?”

“No. There were no special coded messages. It just said that the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero had attacked and requested urgent support. That’s all it said.”

If there were any strange phrases, it might be a password that they shared.

Since only the exact content was written in the general manager, Jang’s, handwriting, the remnants of the Blood Demon Valley scattered throughout Hubei Province would gather here.

When Cheon Mubaeck made a genuinely pleased expression, Neung-heo, with a sulky face, retorted.

“Do you know that?”

“What.”

“That you, Lord, love to fight as much as that guy Gwak Cheonhu.”

“Do you think I’m such a mindless brawler?”

“Are you really going to beat up about five hundred of them?”

Cheon Mubaeck turned his head.

“Five hundred… If there are five hundred warriors in one province. That’s similar to the number that attacked Shaolin in Henan.”

“It’s different from then, isn’t it? Huh? Did you catch five hundred of them alone then, Lord? The Arhat Monks of Shaolin beat up about thirty percent, and the martial artists staying in Shaolin beat up about twenty percent. So you caught about fifty percent, didn’t you, Lord?”

Neung-heo’s words were correct in a way.

Even for the great Cheon Mubaeck, it would be impossible if five hundred of them came at him with all their might.

But that example was wrong in the first place.

First of all, the current Cheon Mubaeck was completely different from the Cheon Mubaeck at the time of the Shaolin tragedy.

It was different from then, when he was barely maintaining his body’s balance.

Now he had reached a realm that no one in the history of the martial world had ever reached.

A unique realm that was on a different track from the existing realm of entering the divine from the peak.

The upper dantian.

The lower dantian.

And the middle dantian that connected the two dantians.

An unprecedented realm that utilized all the dantians of the entire body.

Leaving aside the total amount of internal energy, the fact that he could utilize the three dantians itself was a huge advantage.

Especially the anti-demonic energy of the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art and the supreme yin energy of the Ice Soul Divine Art were completely different types.

The advantage of using both of them at the same time meant that Cheon Mubaeck was now no different from a master of the realm of entering the divine.

In fact, the fact that he had killed Biryang proved it.

“And now there are also the Arhat Monks.”

“What? There are Arhat Monks? Aren’t they fighting in Wudang?”

“I brought them.”

“What? Where are they?”

“Down there. I’ve set them up to catch any guys who run away.”

“No, you’re not… crazy, I think.”

Neung-heo let out a hollow laugh, finding it absurd.

Wasn’t it a natural reaction?

The battle between Cheon Mubaeck and Biryang was a fierce battle that Neung-heo had never seen before in his life.

The indiscriminately pouring Eight Flying Daggers, and Biryang’s sword that flashed between them.

Biryang’s appearance, who had poured out all his energy and had once again delivered a powerful blow to Cheon Mubaeck.

Even when he thought about it again in his head, it was clear that he was in a realm that Neung-heo could not dare to reach.

Cheon Mubaeck must have roughly expected what Biryang’s realm was.

And yet he came up here alone?

That incomprehensible act.

“Well, I’ve used up all the stone poison now. Neung-heo, go down and tell all the Arhat Monks to come up.”

“Why don’t you fight alone?”

“I also have two arms, what can I do? I came up with a good momentum earlier because I had the stone poison. And my body condition is not very good right now.”

“You look so healthy that you could chew on steel.”

“Yeah. I don’t think there will be any problem in beating you up.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Taking his eyes off Neung-heo’s back as he hurried down, Cheon Mubaeck closed his eyes.

In fact, his current body condition was not very good.

‘Geez. It’s still so close.’

The band of immortal energy that was twisted around his heart was so thin that it seemed it would break at any moment.

It was a little thicker than a strand of hair, so when the two internal energies of the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art and the Ice Soul Divine Art moved along that band of immortal energy, he felt a strong pressure as if his heart would burst.

If this were an ordinary internal injury, he would have been able to stabilize it enough through qi circulation.

But immortal energy could not be controlled by qi circulation. At best, all he could do was calm it down by reciting the verses of the Primordial Root Scripture.

‘My goodness. If I use it once and that’s it, it’s meaningless.’

For now, he was worried that the band of immortal energy would break if he used the two dantians at the same time as before.

In fact, if the problem was that it would break, Cheon Mubaeck would use it without hesitation in a moment of crisis.

The problem was that the immortal energy had formed a band in the middle dantian, which was the center of the heart.

It was clear that if the band broke, his heart would also be shocked.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll lose.”

Cheon Mubaeck’s goal was not to win.

“All the guys who come in…”

Complete annihilation.

So Cheon Mubaeck had gathered the Arhat Monks who were down there.

Even the great Cheon Mubaeck could not deal with all the enemies, unless he was a monster with eight arms.

In the middle, there would be people who would run away if something happened.

It was better for his side to have more people.

“I-I’ve finished organizing.”

At that time, the general manager, Jang, who had sent all the carrier pigeons and had finished writing the list of those belonging to the Blood Demon Valley, brought the so-called ‘death list’.

Cheon Mubaeck unfolded the death list and took out a document from his bosom.

He compared it with the list of demons he had received from Zhuge Seon before.

“This is just the Demonic Cult guys changing their names.”

The demons from the Blood Sect and the Dark Sect, who had once shown themselves in the martial world, were without exception written on the death list that the general manager, Jang, had written.

It was not a derivative organization made up of the remnants of the Demonic Cult, but in fact, it was no different from another name for the Demonic Cult.

“The problem is that there must be guys like this outside the Central Plains as well.”

Just the Blood Demon Valley.

Just that one was making the martial world shake here and there.

Shaolin had almost been destroyed, and Wudang was now fighting a battle close to that.

From Cheon Mubaeck’s perspective, his head throbbed at the fact that the Blood Demon Valley, which was less than half of the past Demonic Cult, was at this level.

‘I had almost killed them all, but how on earth in 40 years.’

The Orthodox Faction had barely recovered its past glory, or had reached a level close to that.

On the other hand, the Demonic Path had rather become stronger than in the past. At least the current martial power of the Blood Demon Valley was enormous, considering that two of the seven sects of the Demonic Path had merged.

From Cheon Mubaeck’s perspective, he had no choice but to be on sharp alert.

In particular, Cheon Mubaeck focused on the demonic arts of the Blood Demon Valley.

It was a demonic energy that he had felt was special since Shaolin.

In addition to the explosive destructive power and the terribly fast growth, which were the advantages of demonic energy.

Hadn’t he felt a purity like that of an orthodox internal art?

‘If something like that came out, it’s understandable that they not only recovered their power in an instant, but also developed further.’

Even Biryang, whom he had just dealt with, was a master greater than he had expected.

To go from the peak to the realm of entering the divine was not something that could be done just by long training.

Enlightenment was basic, and a high-level martial art that served as its foundation was also necessary.

‘They’ve appeared as enemies who are troublesome in many ways.’

Cheon Mubaeck looked down at the death list with a sunken gaze.

In any case, there was only one thing that Cheon Mubaeck could do now.

It was impossible to approach the power they had right now.

But.

“One by one, I’ll kill them all.”

The numerous names written on the death list.

If he eliminated that list one by one, he would get closer to the truth.

Cheon Mubaeck’s eyes, which were looking down at the death list, glinted coldly.

* * *

Pang, pangpang!

Nameless’s face crumpled as he saw the fireworks exploding in the sky.

“An attack on the mountain manor?”

At this point in time?

Nameless’s brow furrowed as he strongly felt that something was going wrong.

Just a little more. If he pushed just a little more.

He would be able to destroy Wudang like this!

‘Damn it. The Great Purity or Mucheonak. It will take quite a while to catch both of them.’

Both of them were just masters close to the realm of entering the divine. There was no way he, who had already reached the realm of entering the divine, would lose. It was just a matter of time.

Suddenly, Nameless realized that Cheon Mubaeck had been out of sight from some point and stopped in his tracks.

“Don’t tell me?”

Nameless’s face crumpled as he remembered that there was another watcher besides the Three Heroes of Wudang.

The warriors he had gathered with the intention of completely destroying Wudang.

In fact, a force that amounted to eighty percent of the currently available personnel.

If the mountain manor was attacked while they were away…

‘That old man is not someone who would be defeated…’

Seeing that he had even shot that signal flare, it must be an unusual situation.

Nameless finally made a decision.

“From the 1st to the 4th squad, return immediately! The 5th squad, open the way to the Zixia Palace!”

Nameless’s heart twisted.

‘The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, since that guy got involved, nothing has been going right!’

He gritted his teeth.

The best was self-destruction through the internal conflict between Wudang and the Red Scarf, and the next best was to directly destroy Wudang and plunder the secret manuals and treasures that the Blood Demon Valley coveted.

Nameless had chosen the next best here, and had overturned the plan of Biryang, who was practically his superior, and had brought these warriors out.

But even that plan was about to go wrong.

‘Now I have to choose the lesser of two evils, not the next best.’

The next best, to destroy Wudang, was already out of the question.

Just dealing with the Great Purity True Man and Mucheonak alone was not an easy task for Nameless.

‘There’s no choice. My neck will be safe only if I take at least the Divine Spirit Talisman and the secret manual like the Taiji Wisdom Sword.’

Nameless strode towards the Zixia Palace without hesitation.

Of course, that path was not easy. While the quite skilled subordinates under his command were blocking Mucheonak and the Great Purity True Man.

There was not a single person in Wudang who could stop Nameless.

But…

“You wicked demon soldier, how dare you invade Wudang!”

“…Ha!”

Nameless let out a hollow laugh at the sight of the young disciples, who were probably just twenty, rushing in and blocking the way.

At best, one or two were first-generation disciples, and most were second-generation disciple brats.

“This is not a place that a demon bastard like you can invade!”

Nameless ruthlessly threw his killing moves. Since most of them were brats who had not even reached the peak, there was no one at a level to block his claw, which had reached the realm of entering the divine, even once.

Kwajik!

The chests of three or four people were torn open, and they collapsed like puppets with their strings cut.

“You bastard!”

At that time, a rather sharp sword strike came in abruptly. But a sneer appeared on Nameless’s lips.

“Hmph. You know how to see the sword path, but you have no eye for people! That will be the thing that hastens your death!”

After kicking away the sword strike of Yusang, one of the few first-generation disciples, with the tip of his foot.

Nameless unfolded his claw with the momentum to tear out his heart in one go.

“Yusang!”

The Great Purity True Man’s eyes, who was dealing with six demons at the same time in the distance, widened.

One of his cherished first-generation disciples, and a talent that could be called the future of Wudang.

But now he could not block that terrifying claw.

The Great Purity bit his lip.

‘I should have killed him earlier! I didn’t know he was such a formidable villain. It’s my mistake. My mistake is killing Wudang!’

He had felt the demonic energy in the dantian of Nameless, who was disguised as a Taoist, long ago. So he had put the Three Heroes of Wudang as watchers, and had planned to eliminate him after casting out the Red Scarf Society.

That was a mistake. A fatal mistake. Just because of the thought of casting out the Red Scarf Society, because of his arrogant misjudgment, innocent disciples of Wudang were dying.

Kwaduk!

His heart sank at the gruesome sound of flesh being torn. The Great Purity pushed away the enemy blocking him and widened his eyes, wanting to see the final struggle of his cherished disciple with his own two eyes.

A spray of blood spread out.

“…!”

But Yusang was just rolling on the ground, covered in dust, and was not dead. The Great Purity True Man’s pupils trembled as he confirmed the face of the one who had taken Nameless’s attack instead of Yusang.

“Red Scarf… Leader?”

Mucheonak blocked Nameless’s attack with a face contorted like a demon.

His left shoulder was half torn off by Nameless’s hand.

“You bastard!”

Mucheonak’s sword shot up like a thunderbolt.

Where did that strength come from? The trembling Nameless swallowed a groan and took two steps back.

A look of bewilderment also appeared clearly on Nameless’s face.

A very practical sword.

If one were to describe Mucheonak’s sword, it was so.

It only persistently aimed for the gaps and bit into them. A grand Tao or principle was not contained in the moves.

It was a killing sword.

A sword that existed only to kill. A sword that existed only to thrust and cut.

Perhaps the sword of an assassin would be like that.

A defense mechanism to protect from the enemy.

That mechanism had been transformed into an active offense and had developed into the unique martial art of the Red Scarf Society.

It was so practical, and its killing intent was so strong.

If the Red Scarf Society became Wudang, if it took control of Wudang, he had been so worried that Wudang would lose its Tao called Wudang.

But, in that sword, the Great Purity True Man saw.

“Taiji…”

Although it was a sword that thrust and cut, the trajectory of the sword was already drawing a round circle.

The drawn circle was breathing as if it were alive, and it sucked in everything.

Was it because it sucked in everything around it? The trajectory, made of a round circle, had numerous colors. Black, white, blue, red.

But none of them were heterogeneous, and they harmonized with each other.

They twisted together like a spiral, dyeing and merging.

As if in harmony.

“Taiji… why.”

The Taiji that could only be unfolded by learning the sword of Wudang and cultivating the Tao of Wudang.

The Taiji that he unfolded with the Taiji Wisdom Sword, and the Taiji that the young disciples of Wudang created. There was no difference. It was the sword of Wudang.

‘How on earth?’

At that moment.

Mucheonak’s sword was embedded in Nameless’s abdomen like a thunderbolt.

A clear difference.

The difference between Nameless, who had reached the realm of entering the divine, and Mucheonak, who had not, was clear. Even if it wasn’t the difference between heaven and earth, the wall that could not be overcome was certain.

But at this moment, Mucheonak’s Taiji was embedded in Nameless’s abdomen.

But…

The Great Purity, without realizing it, threw the Taiji Wisdom Sword and rushed towards Nameless.

Nameless’s sharp hand grabbed Mucheonak’s neck.

Mucheonak’s sorrowful smile was imprinted on the Great Purity’s retina.

“I told you…”

“…!”

The Taiji slowly appeared on his face.

“I am, the sword, that protects Wudang.”

Mucheonak’s neck was broken.

(End of Chapter)

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