Myst, Might, Mayhem

Chapter 354 – Extreme Blade (1)

Meanwhile,

-Wudeuk!

“Kkeueueup.”

With five fingers digging into his skull, Ou Woong-hwang, the young master of Spiritual Sword Sanctuary, was about to roll his eyes in pain.

Ye Song-ah startled and turned her head away at the ferocious intent to crush his skull and kill him.

At that moment, someone approached in front of Mok Gyeong-un, knelt down, and bowed his head.

-Kung!

It was none other than Ou Yeonwoo, the third son of Spiritual Sword Sanctuary.

Ye Song-ah couldn’t hide her bewilderment at his sudden action.

Then Ou Yeonwoo hastily said:

“Please spare my brother’s life!”

‘!?’

The eyes of Young Master Ou Woong-hwang, who was suffering in pain, shook.

Did this brat just ask to spare his life?

At Ou Yeonwoo’s plea, Mok Gyeong-un said with an expressionless face, as if surprised:

“I thought you were half-brothers and not on good terms.”

“Even so, we’re still brothers.”

“Are there brothers who take their younger brother’s possessions and lock him up?”

“……Although that’s true, my eldest brother did it hoping I would succeed father as a craftsman.”

“It was a good intention?”

“Yes. So please, I’ll persuade my brother to hand over the sacred orb, so please show mercy.”

‘You……’

At Ou Yeonwoo’s earnest voice, Ou Woong-hwang’s groans ceased.

Partly because the pressure from Mok Gyeong-un’s fingers eased, but also because for the first time, he understood the youngest’s true feelings.

He had thought the brat had gone astray because he hated them, partly due to the second brother’s bullying.

But seeing his sincere heart revealed in this urgent situation, he felt a pang in his heart.

Then,

“It’s touching and all, but I don’t have time to consider this and that. If you don’t want to die, you’ll end up talking anyway.”

“Pl-please, give me just one chance to persuade him.”

Ou Yeonwoo tried to crawl towards Mok Gyeong-un to plead.

“That’s enough.”

Mok Gyeong-un waved his hand.

At that moment, Ou Yeonwoo’s body was about to be pushed back by the powerful true qi.

It was then:

“Haa… haa… I’ll give it to you.”

At that moment, Young Master Ou Woong-hwang spoke with difficulty.

“Brother?”

Ou Yeonwoo’s eyes widened at these words.

Regardless, Young Master Ou Woong-hwang spoke as if it wasn’t because of that:

“The sacred orb is with my second brother. I’ll get it from him and give it to you, so please, just don’t touch our Spiritual Sword Sanctuary.”

At those words, Mok Gyeong-un snorted and said:

“How much better it would have been if you had come out like this from the start?”

“……..Just please keep your promise.”

-Pak!

With that, Mok Gyeong-un released his grip.

Young Master Ou Woong-hwang, his face wet with flowing blood, slumped to the floor and tried to catch his breath.

After regulating his breathing, Ou Woong-hwang spoke without looking at Ou Yeonwoo:

“You leave with them too.”

“Brother?”

“It’s to protect our family, so don’t misunderstand.”

“……..”

At these words, Ou Yeonwoo’s eyes reddened.

Although it was due to the situation, in the end, his eldest brother was letting him go, putting aside his stubbornness.

Therefore, he felt only gratitude mixed with apology.

Young Master Ou Woong-hwang staggered to his feet and said:

“If I don’t go, my second brother won’t hand over the item willingly, so I’ll go with you.”

“Let’s do that.”

Then Ou Yeonwoo hastily said:

“Please wait a moment.”

“Why?”

“If my brother goes out with this face, it might cause misunderstandings. Please allow me to do some first aid at least.”

At these words, Mok Gyeong-un looked at Ou Woong-hwang’s face.

His face was covered in blood.

Mok Gyeong-un nodded.

“Hurry up.”

With those words, Mok Gyeong-un left Ou Woong-hwang’s room.

As Mok Gyeong-un left, the gazes between Ou Woong-hwang and Ou Yeonwoo became strange.

***

-Was that consideration, mortal?

At Cheong-ryeong’s voice ringing in his ear, Mok Gyeong-un replied with a puzzled look:

-What do you mean?

-I mean leaving the room.

-That’s……

-Didn’t you give them a chance to resolve some emotional resentment between the brothers?

-I wonder.

At her words, Mok Gyeong-un shrugged as if that wasn’t the case at all.

Cheong-ryeong silently observed him.

He wasn’t aware of it himself, but Mok Gyeong-un was gradually becoming more human.

Of course, he was still largely rational and cruel, but it was worlds apart from before.

This meant that he was beginning to understand others’ emotions.

Cheong-ryeong felt strangely good about this change in him.

Although she still wanted to deny why she felt this way, for now, she didn’t dislike this change……

-Flinch!

At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un turned his head somewhere.

Cheong-ryeong asked:

-What’s wrong?

-……Blade aura….. I sense a very powerful blade aura.

-Blade aura? Here?

-Yes.

-That can’t be. Didn’t that Song-ah girl or whatever say that those who cultivated weapons other than swords were forbidden even from entering the manor?

-Yes. But I can sense it. And it’s very strong.

-How strong are we talking about?

-……At least beyond the wall of walls.

-What?

Cheong-ryeong couldn’t hide her surprise at those words.

If it’s beyond the wall of walls, wouldn’t that be the realm of Profound, which could be called the domain of enlightened grandmasters?

But if it’s blade aura,

-Could it be that Nam Jin-mu bastard has tracked us all the way here?

Gu Seong-baek, the Northern Blade King, one of the Six Heavens.

He’s close to being the number one blade user in the current martial world.

-Nam Jin-mu? It could be.

-If it’s really him, he’s incredibly persistent.

-Indeed. It might be better to kill him now.

-What?

-I couldn’t do it then, but I might be able to now.

-You’re not saying you’ll fight him, are you? Here of all places?

Cheong-ryeong asked in surprise.

Mok Gyeong-un nodded and was about to move in the direction where he sensed the blade aura.

He thought that if left alone, it would continue to be a nuisance.

But as he turned, Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.

‘What’s this?’

The feeling of the blade aura was different.

Although he wasn’t sure due to the distance, it was different from Gu Seong-baek from back then.

So what could it be?

It was at that moment.

“It’s not time yet, so it would be better for you to avoid it for now.”

At the voice coming from nearby,

-Seureuk!

Mok Gyeong-un’s form blurred and then he appeared behind the owner of the voice.

-Sseuk!

Mok Gyeong-un aimed his sword finger at the unidentified person’s head.

Exuding an aura as if he could pierce the head with sword energy at any moment, Mok Gyeong-un said to him:

“Who are you?”

The reason Mok Gyeong-un asked this was simple.

It was because this person’s aura was different from the warriors of Spiritual Sword Sanctuary.

The aura enveloping his entire body was something he had never felt before, and it was flowing in reverse of the normal flow.

Just what is his identity?

As he was wondering:

The man being targeted by the sword finger at his right temple spoke with a trembling voice:

“It’s an honor to meet you like this.”

‘!?’

Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes glinted with interest.

This was because, judging from this man’s voice, he seemed somewhat excited.

Why would a person he’s meeting for the first time react like this?

So Mok Gyeong-un asked:

“Do you know me?”

“How could I not know you?”

-Puk!

“Huh?”

As soon as those words ended, a sharp energy rose from Mok Gyeong-un’s sword finger and dug into the man’s forehead.

As the man flinched and looked bewildered, Mok Gyeong-un said:

“Are you a tracker from the Imperial Palace?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then are you from the Heaven and Earth Society?”

“No. I have nothing to do with them.”

“Then why do you speak as if you know me? Don’t tell me……”

Is it the Secret Society?

But then, completely unexpected words came out of the man’s mouth.

“I’ve come a long way to see you, Cheonma (Heavenly Demon).”

‘!!!!!’

At those words, Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.

He thought the man might be related to the secret society, but he didn’t expect his new alias to be mentioned.

What’s going on? Has the name Cheonma spread faster than expected?

As he was wondering, the man said:

“You don’t need to be wary. I’ve just come to tell you something important.”

“Something important? I don’t know what you’re talking about, but……”

“I am… a kind of prophet.”

‘!?’

A prophet?

Mok Gyeong-un furrowed his brow at those words.

If he says prophet, it means someone who foresees upcoming events or the future.

But now this person introduced himself as a prophet.

“Huh? A prophet?”

“That’s right.”

“I guess there are many similar types in this world.”

“What?”

The self-proclaimed prophet couldn’t hide his bewilderment at Mok Gyeong-un’s reaction.

He had expected some disbelief since he was talking about future events, which is why he called himself a prophet, but this reaction was even more distrustful.

The flustered self-proclaimed prophet hastily said:

“I don’t have time right now. Whether you believe me or not, this is closely related to you, no, to your descendants and even the entire martial world.”

“Descendants?”

“Yes. Due to an immortal being, the vast organization you will create and your descendants, no, the entire martial world will be in danger.”

“……An immortal being?”

Immortal means unable to die?

Suddenly, a certain being flashed through Mok Gyeong-un’s mind.

That being who seems to have existed for quite a long time.

“Yes. You may find it hard to believe, but……”

“Does this person happen to have a third eye?”

“A third eye? What do you mean by that?”

“Huu.”

At the man’s question, Mok Gyeong-un sighed, then grabbed the man’s shoulders and forcibly made him kneel.

-Kung!

“Keuk.”

After making him kneel, Mok Gyeong-un whispered in his ear:

“I don’t know where you heard the title Cheonma, but if you don’t tell me right now who sent you……”

“Cheonma, this is related to your future generations.”

“That future generation talk again…… You’re an interesting person. Unless something special happens, I’m unlikely to have descendants. And future matters should be handled by future generations. Why are you telling me this?”

“What?”

The prophet’s back trembled at Mok Gyeong-un’s words.

‘Let future generations handle their own affairs?’

It was a completely different answer from what he had expected.

His mood sank.

The self-proclaimed prophet thought that things might not go as he wanted.

‘……Maybe that’s too much. Then should I at least give a warning?’

So the prophet calmed his excitement and spoke calmly:

“Cheonma…… my words are not lies. That person is a peerless expert pursuing the extreme of the blade, and the fact that he has appeared now means he’s trying to kill you to cut off your future lineage.”

At those words, Mok Gyeong-un snorted.

“You’d be better suited as a storyteller than a prophet. Someone I’ve never even seen suddenly trying to kill me to cut off my future lineage……”

“It’s true. That person’s goal is certain. And we must prevent him from becoming immortal to cut off the tragedy of future generations……”

-Pak!

Before those words could finish, Mok Gyeong-un turned the man’s body.

He was getting tired of the nonsensical story continuing.

He didn’t know where this person had heard the title Cheonma, but it seemed he needed to find out for sure who had sent him.

But then,

‘!?’

Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes glinted with interest.

This was because the man’s attire was so bizarre.

It was a peculiar outfit he had never seen even in the imperial palace.

As he was looking at him quizzically for a moment, light flickered at the waist of this strange self-proclaimed prophet.

Then the space around him began to warp and shake.

‘What is this?’

At this strange phenomenon, Mok Gyeong-un hurriedly reached out to grab the self-proclaimed prophet.

The prophet also hastily said:

“Cheonma. Please, you must not let him obtain the true source of the spirit beasts……”

-Woowoong!

Before he could finish speaking.

The body of the self-proclaimed prophet was sucked into the space and disappeared.

Thinking it might be some kind of lightness technique, he opened his qi sense to scan the surrounding area, but

‘He’s gone?’

No energy could be detected at all.

What was even more surprising was that when he opened the power of the Three Eyes in his right eye, there was no residual qi left at all.

It had completely disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place.

What on earth is going on?

-Mortal….. what was that guy just now?

-……I’m not sure.

Could he really have been a prophet?

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