Episode 470
It wasn’t something that stretched out or anything, but it was something that caught my eye hanging around a man’s waist.
My eyebrows furrow.
The straight sword, 1.5 meters long, had two black lines drawn on it.
It is one of the most famous swords in the martial arts world, made of iron and made of ten thousand years of iron. Its name is Cheon-i-geom, and it is said to be the highest-ranking sword.
And the owner of that sword is Geomjon Hyukjin Kang.
He said.
“It’s been a while.”
I heard that voice and saw that appearance and was sure it was Hyuk Jin Kang.
“… … Are you alive?”
“As you can see.”
“… … What did our kids do?”
The ambassador’s personal guards were all fallen, their heads on the ground, motionless.
You could call them disciples, but in fact they are not disciples. They are just followers, that kind of thing.
“You didn’t kill him, did you?”
“No way. They just knocked him out.”
Then he adds a word.
“I thought you were lost in thought, so I was afraid I might disturb you.”
“You are very considerate.”
The ambassador stared blankly at the Hyukjin River. The gray hair, a combination of black and white, was still there. Even the hair reached down to his waist.
Face above all else.
He must have been in his 60s or 70s, but on the outside he looked like a middle-aged person.
“Aren’t you getting older?”
“Do you see it?”
As he looked at Hyukjin River, who was smiling leisurely, Master Je-ryeong felt a chill for a moment.
“Did you break the wall?”
“I woke up.”
“when?”
“A long time ago.”
It was 40 years ago when Hyuk Jin-gang earned the nickname of Geomjon. He is currently in his early 70s, so Hyuk Jin-gang entered the Shinhwagyeong in his early 30s.
It was an overwhelming talent and an overwhelming rise. It’s not for nothing that the name Geomjon has been around for decades.
Hyuk Jin-gang adds one more thing.
“It’s been quite some time since I entered the natural world.”
“……so.”
“huh?”
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“Why did you come?”
“hmm.”
“It’s been over 30 years since you disappeared, so why did you show up? And in front of me?”
Hyukjin Kang walks. Step by step, it’s a pleasant sound to hear. Hyukjin Kang plops down on the rock where Je-ryeong Daesa had been sitting just a moment ago. Hmm.
“Do you know what heaven is?”
“… … Out of the blue?”
“It’s an organization I’m the head of.”
The ambassador frowns. It’s the first time he’s heard of it.
“Were you doing ‘that’ while you were missing?”
“Something like that?”
“I asked if it meant becoming the same as the idiots who created organizations like the Jeongcheonmaeng, Sacheonmaeng, and the Demonic Cult.”
Hyukjin Kang stared blankly at Master Je-ryeong. Master Je-ryeong continued speaking.
“I admired you. The strongest in the world of martial arts is the freest. You, who practiced that saying and roamed the world alone without forming any power, are the ones who created an organization? Called yourself the leader? Did you fall to the ground?”
The ambassador was genuinely angry. But Hyukjin Kang smiled. A little bitterly.
“There seems to be one thing that needs to be corrected. I did not create Cheonwicheon. I am just the head of Cheonwicheon. There was someone else who created it.”
“Ha, you didn’t even make it yourself, you inherited it? That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Hyukjin Kang’s smile deepens.
“Aren’t you curious?”
“… … What?”
“The purpose of the heavens and the earth, and my will.”
“… … .”
“That’s why I came here. Would you like to come in?”
“Where are you going?”
“To the heavens beyond.”
A smile appears on the lips of the ambassador.
The Inspector General, Hyukjin Kang.
Strictly speaking, he was the best in the world 30 years ago. After Geomjon disappeared, Yuunje, the founder, became the best in the world, and Cheonma, who killed Yuunje, the founder, is the current best in the world. The lineage continued.
But. It’s been 30 years. They say that the man who was the best in the world 30 years ago broke the wall. They say that he became stronger. The Master Je-ryeong said to the man.
“Eat some candy.”
Said.
Hyuk Jin-gang shook his head with a bitter expression after hearing those words. Then he stood up from his seat. He reached out and grabbed the handle of his sword.
“You are still the same.”
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The ambassador of the kingdom raised his spirits. The place that the emperor of the west had scorched was dyed pure white.
The King of Hell, seeing what Jack had done up close, decided that he should run away.
That was a very realistic judgment. Even the most battle-crazed warrior has the brain to judge the situation, and even if it is good to fight the strong, there is no justification or motive.
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So I ran away without hesitation. I guess I should call it avoidance. It doesn’t matter what.
But now, the ambassador had no intention of running away.
For men and women, there are fights that must not be avoided. When I look at the figures of those who have fallen below, my blood boils in my head.
They are the guys I cherished. They are not dead, but Hyuk Jin Kang laid a hand on ‘my people’.
For the Great Master of Hell, this moment is one that must never be avoided and must be fought. That is his belief and philosophy.
The voices of Geomjon and Hyukjin Kang resonate there.
“Let’s get some leeway first and then talk again.”
“성격은 그쪽도 여전하시구려. 내 기억하기로 검존이 되기 전 당신의 별호는 검에 미친 개새끼가 아니었소? 맞아. 이리 불렸었지. 견광검犬狂劍.”
The smile on Geomjon’s lips becomes cold.
“Don’t you know what happened to those who called me that?”
As soon as the words were finished, Kwaang, the King of Hell leaped from his seat. The Sword Lord also leaped from his seat.
It didn’t matter whether I rushed in first or last. A pure white light and a sword collided.
* * *
As expected, the inside of the stone chamber was extremely quiet.
It was also gloomy.
Unless my senses are wrong, the fraud surrounding the entire stone chamber is real. I’m just curious.
“How many people died here?”
The content of the question seemed quite familiar to Shin. He answered it without much thought.
“I hear things like that a lot.”
“okay?”
“This is the treatment room of the palace. There are about four of them, but this one was built relatively recently. It’s a palace with thousands of years of history, so the treatment can’t always be successful. Isn’t that right?”
It just makes me laugh.
“I think hundreds of people died in this stone chamber alone. It’s relatively recent… … Interesting.”
At my words, the god stops in his tracks and turns his head.
“… … This is a new reaction.”
“okay?”
“Hundreds of people… … Can you feel it?”
“Oh. It feels so good. Should I doubt my skills?”
The god looks puzzled.
“I think what you showed me earlier is enough for your skills. Are you worried?”
I shook my head. I don’t care why hundreds of people died here.
I am absolutely sure of my senses. The power of the gods is real. I don’t care about anything else.
A tower is not built suddenly. It is built slowly from the bottom up. It must have developed its power by piling up corpses. It is the same for a warrior to become stronger by killing other warriors and for a doctor to grow by killing patients.
“Do you have anything long to say? Just don’t forget what I said earlier.”
“Are you talking about what I said earlier, when I said not to harbor any desire to live?”
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“uh.”
“But you can kill a living thing without having the will to live.”
The god who said so gestured to the people waiting from afar.
Then I said something to them and their eyes widened.
“… … Are you really bringing that?”
“Bring it. What good is it to keep it? It needs to be used.”
The people of the palace nodded. There were two of them, and it was faster to leave the stone chamber than to come in.
God looks into my two eyes.
If you finish talking.
“You know without me saying much. Indirect or direct acts of killing something always involve murderous intent.”
“… … .”
“Causality and necessity, how can you not notice that ordinary people don’t? If you could see my body condition at once and still not notice it… … This is interesting. Are you testing me right now?”
Shin-ui shakes his head. Then he snickers and laughs.
“You are the most peculiar patient I have ever seen in my life.”
“Of course. Have you ever seen such a handsome patient?”
Let me say this in a word, as if the gods were ridiculous.
“… … The people around you must be very tired.”
“why?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know?”
He shrugged.
“I’m telling you this just in case, but I didn’t kill those hundreds of people. They were already dead.”
“okay?”
“Please lie down first.”
Just lay there.
“I’m going to do two things from now on. First, I’m going to spread my wings, and second, I’m going to regenerate your body with the power of the ‘elixir.’ To put it simply.”
“In simple terms?”
“I’m talking about restoring your innate energy.”
He frowned.
“That’s so easy to say.”
The god didn’t respond to those words, perhaps because they sounded like he was talking to himself. He just said what he had to say.
“It may seem like the power of the sage spirit is beyond the power of internal energy, but well, from the perspective of a medical practitioner like me, the sage spirit and internal energy are the same. The only differences are whether you can use it or not, whether you can move it at will or not, and whether it is short-term or long-term. Of course, it is also a different power. This is only from a medical perspective.”
“From a medical point of view?”
“Whether it’s internal energy or sage energy, it doesn’t matter where those two energies come from. What matters is the body of the caster who uses it. People who use sage energy usually have their innate energy damaged a lot. You could say that their lifespan is shortened.”
“… … .”
“It’s ironic. Every time you gain more power, your body reconstructs, but every time you use that power, your lifespan shortens. If you try to live longer and raise your level, the same process repeats, and then you hit a wall and die. As far as I know, the longest-lived person among those who use the sage’s skills is a warrior named Yeongbigwang, who was the greatest person in the world 600 years ago. They say he died at the age of 112.”
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God’s wealth told many stories.
Soon, the people from the palace who had gone out came back in, their arms full of something.
Then he placed them down in the exact center of me and the god.
Oddly shaped plants, jewels, and glass bottles containing milky liquid.
God asks me.
“Could it be that you have come from somewhere beyond the sky?”
It seemed like a very random question.
“… … Cheonwicheon?”
“Is this the first time you’ve heard of the organization that Geomjon and Gwangjon belong to?”
Look at this.
My two eyes, lying down, meet the eyes of the god. This man, the god, knows more than I thought.
“I only heard that he went missing.”
“I see. Didn’t I tell you earlier? Gaebong and Haomun decided to nickname you Majon and spread rumors about it.”
“That’s right.”
A blast of energy emanated from the god’s body. It wasn’t threatening me or anything. It was drawing letters in the air.
It was an ancient language. To be exact, it was the language of the Eastern Continent.
I was honestly surprised. Because it was very similar to a magic circle. Above all, it wasn’t just any magic circle. It was a magic circle made of ‘spiritual energy’.
God says the last thing.
“No matter how I look at it, it looks like Cheonwicheon is behind you. Are you aiming for Cheonma?”
“The god they worship is Asura?”
“Yes. Asura. Famous.”
“I was curious about that, so I decided to look into it.”
“Um… … Even though I’m this old, I’ve never seen a Cheonma. There are people who say it exists or not, but it does exist. It’s just that it doesn’t show itself to the world.”
“Are you sick or something?”
The god laughs slyly.
“It would have been more fun if it had been. If it had been a disease, it would have come to find this old man, but it didn’t, so it’s not a disease, right?”
“That’s a lot of confidence.”
“I live off that confidence.”
God says.
“I don’t know if I should call it an old person’s intuition, but I don’t have a good feeling.”
