“Eum.”

A day passed, and when Cheon Mubaeck came down to the first floor of the inn, he witnessed an unexpected sight.

It was a scene of Chae Ga-ryeong and Neung-heo talking.

Cheon Mubaeck watched from a distance and then smirked.

‘Somehow, they look like a worthless uncle and his niece.’

He couldn’t think of them as looking like a daughter and a father. Because they looked so different.

Just then, Chae Ga-ryeong handed something to Neung-heo and left the inn with Yeon So-un.

Cheon Mubaeck approached Neung-heo.

“What is it?”

“Ah, you mean this. That child gave it to me.”

“What is it? Eum, is it a pill?”

“Yes. I heard that that child learned medicine early on instead of learning the secret martial arts. So, she said it’s a medicine she made herself…”

What was placed in the small cloth was a pill that gave off a rather terrible scent.

Although it is said that the more bitter the medicine, the better, if it’s this kind of scent instead of a noble one…

“Hehehe. It seems a little crude, doesn’t it? Huh? We still have the pills that the Medicine Immortal made.”

Even if one was well-versed in medicine, making medicine was another field.

And Cheon Mubaeck still had the pills from the Medicine Immortal that he had received from Shaolin.

A pill that was close to the level of an elixir, where just applying it would heal wounds, and just eating it would heal internal injuries.

“She said it’s not that she has solved everything, but she’s giving it to me for destroying the Red Dragon Faction, which had a deep grudge against her. She said to tell you that she’s grateful.”

Neung-heo, as if Chae Ga-ryeong, who had handed over the medicine while fidgeting, was cute, let out an old man-like hollow laugh. Cheon Mubaeck looked at such a Neung-heo and answered lightly.

“Give it to me.”

“…Pardon?”

“I’m the one who destroyed the Red Dragon Faction, so why are you receiving it?”

“Ah… of course, she said to give it to my lord, but my share…”

“Give it to me.”

“…”

* * *

Cheon Mubaeck gave Neung-heo a few orders.

“Contact the Hao Faction and the Beggars’ Sect. Find out everything about the Great Dragon Gang’s recent situation and movements, and about the White-Haired Twin Ghosts.”

Neung-heo, as if he had expected it, nodded his head and moved right away.

Cheon Mubaeck ordered a meal at the inn and, after deliberately eating neatly, was lost in thought for a moment.

“Innkeeper.”

“Yes, my lord.”

At Cheon Mubaeck’s call, the innkeeper came out right away, bowing his waist.

It was a natural attitude since he knew that Cheon Mubaeck was a person of the martial world.

“Is there a training ground attached?”

“Uh… there’s no training ground, but there is a backyard.”

The innkeeper maintained a cautious attitude. Cheon Mubaeck let out a groan and then nodded his head.

The backyard of an inn like this, it was obvious without even looking.

“I understand. If anyone is looking for me, tell them that I’m busy and to wait.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Cheon Mubaeck went straight up to his room.

“This isn’t my style, but…”

Cheon Mubaeck entered the room, untied his scabbard, and placed it on one side.

Instead, what he held in his hand was a pipa. A three-stringed pipa, unlike the one he had played at the Nakwha-ru.

Cheon Mubaeck held the pipa. Lately, Cheon Mubaeck had not held a pipa very often.

What was helpful for the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art was a wind instrument like a flute.

The basic principle of circulating internal energy was to receive external qi and to accumulate it inside.

How do you receive external qi?

Right, breathing.

That was the reason why Cheon Mubaeck had played the flute or the daegeum while circulating the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art.

Of course, there was also the reason that when he played an instrument, the Baihui point was stimulated and the upper dantian moved more elastically, but the process of controlling his breathing while playing a wind instrument was surprisingly effective for circulating internal energy.

Was it because of that?

Unlike when he had played the flute, when he had played the pipa at the Nakwha-ru, he had caught a new clue.

‘It’s not that different from using a sword.’

It wasn’t that a musical score came to his mind, but numerous techniques came to his mind.

On top of that, Cheon Mubaeck overlapped the feeling he had felt when he had faced the Red Dragon Faction Master yesterday.

Tadang.

His fingers moved naturally.

He pressed the strings, plucked them, and a melody flowed out.

At the same time as the melody flowed, Cheon Mubaeck’s thoughts suddenly widened.

Jing-

The moment he plucked the strings and pressed them again, a virtual enemy appeared in his head.

It was the Red Dragon Faction Master.

Tadang, ttang.

A somewhat sharp, as if it were tearing, sound of the pipa.

Cheon Mubaeck’s sword suddenly changed and was extended towards the virtual Red Dragon Faction Master.

Jing-jing-jing-

The speed of plucking the strings suddenly became faster, and in the unconscious thought, Cheon Mubaeck’s sword danced brilliantly. The Red Dragon Faction Master scattered hidden weapons and rushed in, extending his medium sword as if he were throwing it.

Jing!

In an instant, the melody vibrated as if it were stopping. A sudden stop.

Cheon Mubaeck’s sword entered its scabbard.

Sheathing the sword.

The moment the Red Dragon Faction Master had rushed into his bosom and the medium sword was about to be stuck in his abdomen.

Cheon Mubaeck’s sword shot up like lightning.

It was drawing the sword.

Jiiing!

The sound of the pipa vibrated violently. With a swishing sound, the sword pierced the Red Dragon Faction Master’s forehead.

‘This is penetration.’

When Cheon Mubaeck had originally learned the sword, there were three swords that he considered the most important.

The Samjae Sword that Cheon Mubaeck had created when he had lived as the Samjae Sword Saint was this.

Generally, the Samjae Sword was considered to be a stab, a horizontal cut, and a vertical cut.

So it was treated as a third-rate martial art, but many people said in unison that the Samjae Sword that the descendants of the Samjae Sword Saint had used was different.

Cheon Mubaeck’s Samjae Sword was not just about stabbing and cutting.

He compressed and compressed all the internal energy of his whole body at the tip of his sword. Although he did not emit sword qi, the moment he unleashed it, he loaded it with the determination to pierce everything.

That was penetration.

It was a penetration that drew the sword like lightning and pierced the enemy.

Tadang, ttang.

The melody of the pipa slowly flowed again. It sank heavily.

The Red Dragon Faction Master, whose forehead had been pierced, slowly stood up again. And next to him, the Blood Demon Sect Master, Do Mun-tak, appeared.

Tting, tting.

The melody slowly rose. A precarious tone that seemed to be cut off but was not.

The tension rose. Cheon Mubaeck’s sword also guarded against the enemy in time with the melody.

The Blood Demon Sect Master from the left, and the Red Dragon Faction Master from the right rushed in.

Jingjingjingjing.

The melody suddenly poured out a gorgeous and rich tone. With the addition of flashy techniques, the music became even more colorful.

The shoulder, the elbow, the wrist, the fingers, and even the tip of the sword.

A sword that was extended straight.

The sword was stopped.

But from the shoulder to the elbow, the wrist, and the fingertips.

The muscles were twisted.

It was twisting.

Twisting is rotational force. Although the sword is stopped, the movement changes in the action. The arm that was extended straight is twisted and coiled from the inside. That rotational force is fully contained in the sword. And internal energy is loaded into it.

Jjing!

The melody rose to a high note as if it were tearing.

The necks of Do Mun-tak and the Red Dragon Faction Master, who were rushing in from both sides, were cut and soared into the air.

The melody became quiet.

Shall I end the performance here? The moment such a thought came to Cheon Mubaeck’s mind, Cheon Mubaeck’s sword vibrated as if to say not yet.

Dingdingding.

The sound of the music rose again.

The Red Dragon Faction Master and Do Mun-tak, whose necks had been cut, stood up again. And from behind, Gukbo and Jeon-hyeon each unfolded their own swords.

Cheon Mubaeck’s upper dantian opened to its limit. The strings of the pipa vibrated tautly as if they would break at any moment. On top of it, his fingers moved brilliantly.

As if to announce a crisis, a tearing high note poured out.

His head spun in time with the melody.

He put penetration into his sword. He pierced the head of one person, but the swords of the other three dug into his body.

Impossible.

He put twisting into his sword. The heads of two people soared into the air, but two swords from behind dug into his back.

Impossible.

Then.

‘It’s overflowing.’

All the internal energy of his whole body was put into his sword. Even if he compressed and compressed it, the internal energy poured out to the point where it could not all be contained in the sword. In the end, it overflowed. The overflowing internal energy was emitted with a fierce momentum. The internal energy was materialized and spread to the surroundings.

Overflowing is overflowing.

The moment it overflows because it cannot be contained even after compression and compression.

The last of the Samjae Sword, which required pouring out an enormous amount of internal energy.

The overflowing covered the enemy.

The four who had rushed in were riddled with the poured out internal energy and collapsed.

Ttingttingtting jiiing-!

The pipa, which had been letting out a tearing high note, was cut off. The three strings were broken.

Cheon Mubaeck stopped his thoughts and opened his eyes.

The Heaven-Concealing Sword Technique contained only the original meaning of the sword, only purity.

It was a sword that shed all forms and changed in the most versatile way as Cheon Mubaeck swung it.

It was a sword that was completely different from Lü Dongbin’s Heaven-Concealing Sword Technique.

On top of that, Cheon Mubaeck had put the Samjae Sword from when he had first held a sword and had first advanced.

Cheon Mubaeck looked at the broken pipa and was lost in thought.

If the enlightenment in this life was the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art and the Heaven-Concealing Sword Technique.

The most important enlightenment among his numerous past lives was the Samjae Sword.

He had awakened the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art by playing the pipa,

He had reflected on the original meaning of the sword by swinging the Heaven-Concealing Sword Technique in his thoughts,

And finally, he had put the three Samjae Swords of penetration, twisting, and overflowing.

‘I have put the enlightenment of the past into the enlightenment of this life.’

A faint smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck’s lips. Even in the dark room, without a single candle flickering, it was a smile of joy that was clearly visible.

‘I have advanced.’

One step further.

Cheon Mubaeck’s eyes shone with a white light.

* * *

Gwak Cheon-hu arrived at the inn where Cheon Mubaeck was staying, escorting Gwak Yong.

In the end, Gwak Yong had come in person.

At least in Chongqing, there was no one who could tell Gwak Yong to come and go.

No, in terms of seniority alone, there were few even in the entire martial world.

So for Gwak Yong to fold his pride and to visit someone, it was a big surprise if it were to be known here and there.

“Tsk. The damn beggars are conspicuous.”

“Because Cheon Mubae-ck is cooperating with the Beggars’ Sect now.”

“How much will those beggar guys talk about today’s work… tsk.”

Gwak Yong grumbled as if he did not like it.

He had an arrogant personality as much as his strong martial arts. He often ignored those whose martial prowess was lower than his, regardless of their seniority. But there was no one who could say anything.

Because he belonged to the highest seniority in the current martial world, had a reputation, and above all, was a hero of the righteous-demonic war.

Looking at his father’s back, Gwak Cheon-hu made a rather difficult expression.

‘That guy doesn’t care about such things.’

Although he showed basic courtesy when he saw the sect leader of the Mount Hua Sect or a high-ranking person…

Well.

Would he get along with his hot-tempered father?

‘Well, it’s not my concern.’

On the contrary, he was also curious.

The sight of that guy Cheon Mubaeck being intimidated by his father.

“Here we are.”

Gwak Cheon-hu arrived at the inn and was about to go in and call Cheon Mubaeck.

But at that moment.

Gwak Yong walked with a narrowed brow.

“This arrogant fellow. I deliberately came, letting my momentum flow from the outside, but he doesn’t even look?”

“…”

“Brat, come out. If you’ve met a senior in the martial world, you should greet him.”

It was a low but deep voice.

Although it was not a shouting voice, it was a feeling that it was spreading throughout the inn with a profoundness.

Gwak Cheon-hu noticed that it was a kind of his father’s way of taking the initiative.

Or a kind of test.

A test to see if he was a guy who matched the noisy reputation of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck slowly came down from the second floor with an indifferent expression.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled brightly and cupped his fists.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. This unworthy junior greets the Fighting God, an elder of the martial world.”

At that moment.

Gwak Yong swallowed his saliva.

‘The eyes…’

The moment Cheon Mubaeck’s faint gaze reached him.

Gwak Yong recalled the past.

The eyes he had looked up to as he had followed the front lines countless times.

‘The Sword God…?’

Goosebumps rose all over his body.

(End of Chapter)

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