Chapter v9c9

Chang Cheon Ryong, Yong Cheon Myeong

“These foolish subordinates, what are they doing now!”

Maha Ryeong was so furious that she felt like she would explode with rage.

The foolish subordinates she was desperately calling for were simply standing by with their hands down, unable to do anything but watch in restless anxiety.

At the moment, they were utterly useless.

“Am I supposed to break the taboo like this?”

To break free from these restraints, it seemed there was only one method left. It was to elevate the Cheon Chuk Dae Seun Gyu Gong to its utmost level. It possessed the power to instantly dispel any ordinary acupoint sealing or suppression.

However, doing this could lead to a risk of losing control over her body. That’s why she was hesitating so much.

“Why don’t you stop being stubborn and just apologize?”

It was when Bi Ryu Yeon urged her once again. At that moment, an event that would end her hesitation occurred.

“Wait!”

Bi Ryu Yeon turned his head at the unexpected interruption.

“Why don’t we stop this now?”

A voice, low but strong enough to resonate in people’s ears and hearts, drew everyone’s attention to its source.

Chwararak!

The barrier created by the members of the Gu Jeong Hoe split apart like a sea parting, and a man of extraordinary dignity appeared.

“Huh?”

Bi Ryu Yeon tilted his head slightly, clearly sensing something different from before.

Only then did he realize that the noisy surroundings had become as silent as if a mouse had died – it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

“Hem-hem!”

Bi Ryu Yeon looked at the man with renewed interest, easily guessing that the cause was this man who had suddenly appeared.

The martial artists of Gu Jeong Hoe surrounding them were now paying their utmost respects to the man, reminiscent of a majestic dragon.

The one who had led them to do this was Ji Ryong Baek Mu-yeong.

The members of the Gu Jeong Hoe bowed with their fists clasped.

“The members greet the club president!”

With such a grand entrance that stirred up the surroundings, naturally Bi Ryu Yeon’s eyes and attention were drawn to the man.

With a graceful yet dazzlingly brilliant appearance, his hair neatly arranged, and his whole body exuding dignity filled with valor and sagacity. His silk clothes were neatly worn, with a light teal hue that matched well with his quiet demeanor. A corner of his jade belt was adorned with an ancient-looking green jade sword and a white sword that seemed to be carved out of white jade.

His natural dignity overflowed like a noble immortal, and his outstanding spirit was like that of a dragon ruling the azure sea and soaring through the azure sky. His appearance and intelligence were so outstanding that they could naturally elicit exclamations of admiration. He seemed born to stand above others from birth.

“Who is that impressive man?”

Eun Seol-ran couldn’t contain her curiosity and asked Na Yerin. Such an extraordinary spirit was almost nonexistent in Heavenly Demon’s Pavilion.

‘It could be that only someone like him could compare to that man?’

Beyond him, it would have been difficult to even count on one hand. All others fell short. He indeed possessed a spirit that stood out in a group, like a crane among chickens. The unique aura that only comes from a top-notch master was naturally emanating from his body and overpowering the surroundings.

“Who is he?”

Bi Ryu Yeon was also curious.

“I am Yong Cheon Myeong, the current president of Gu Jeong Hoe.”

The man introduced himself as Yong Cheon Myeong with a smile on his face.

The silence was instantly broken by the noise of the crowd. His presence had stirred up the hall in an instant.

“Chang Cheon Ryong!”

Mo Yong-hwi exclaimed. He had been focused on martial arts, but even he had heard the name ringing in his ears since childhood, a name that had been the cause of his incurable ear ailment until recently.

“You must never lose to Yong Cheon Myeong.”

“Indeed, this child seems to be the one who can surpass Yong Cheon Myeong of Shaolin!”

“Indeed, even compared to you, Yong Cheon Myeong seems to fall short!”

“You must uphold the honor of the Eight Great Families and never lose to Yong Cheon Myeong.”

“You should never lose to anyone, of course, but especially not to Yong Cheon Myeong! Remember this!”

These were the words he had been continually and intensely hearing from his family and occasionally from other clans visiting his sect. Mo Yong-hwi had been compared to Yong Cheon Myeong since his childhood. It felt like the competition with the Nine Great Schools was projected onto him. Thus, although they had never met, Yong Cheon Myeong did not feel unfamiliar at all.

Chang Cheon Ryong, Heavenly Mandate Yong Cheon Myeong!

He was the current president of Gu Jeong Hoe, the real force behind the Cheonmu Academy, carrying the expectations of the entire martial world. He was an exceptional talent among talents, a genius whose existence seemed to validate the saying that the term “genius” existed for him, excelling in both civil and martial aspects.

He was a product of a thousand years of history, a disciple of the great Shaolin Temple. A once-in-a-century genius produced by Shaolin! That was one of the many adjectives attached to him. He was an extraordinary talent who seemed to carry all the good words in front of his name.

‘To contend with such a person… To fight a dragon, you need another dragon! Except for that man, the people of Heavenly Demon’s Pavilion could hardly think of one or two, but if it’s another figure, they are right in front of me now and can be easily chosen!’

Eun Seol-ran’s gaze was directed at a place! There stood Mo Yong-hwi, the pride of the Eight Great Families, known by the nickname “Chil Jeol Shin Geom .” His age was a few years younger, but his potential and talent were unparalleled, Mo Yong-hwi.

“Oh? Something unusual?” A glimmer sparked in Eun Seol-ran’s eyes as she looked toward Mo Yong-hwi.

“Why is this person, who’s always so quiet, causing such a stir?”

Right now, Mo Yong-hwi’s gaze was filled with seriousness and fighting spirit.

“That person is the very same who pressed down the Three Section Sword, Cheong Heun, by half a step!”

Mo Yong-hwi, always quiet, was now emanating a fighting spirit from his entire being. It was a natural expression of his instincts.

“When you meet a strong opponent, you want to measure the height and depth of your martial arts.”

This was one of the sayings that martial artists always carried on their lips. Even though he always seemed quiet and composed like a model student, he was a born martial artist to the core

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“In this generation, there really are many outstanding talents. I wonder if it’s the best period of revival since the martial world took a great hit after the nightmare of the Heavenly Tribulation Bloodbath a hundred years ago. Otherwise, it would be impossible for such exceptional individuals to emerge one after another from both the righteous and the evil sides, wouldn’t it? You understand what I’m saying, right, General bing geom?”

With a kind smile, Ma Jin-ga looked at General bing geom Gwan chul soo. The document in his hand was an analysis of the current strength of the Heavenly Demon’s Pavilion officials. However, his expression was not bright.

“I’m still inexperienced and find it hard to understand easily. I apologize.”

bing geom replied in a quiet voice, one that showed almost no change in emotion.

“Hahaha! I’m saying that the upcoming Hwasan Covenant Assembly will be more difficult than ever before and just as grand. You must not forget, even for a moment, that this is a meeting with a special significance that happens only once every hundred years.”

“Of course. I will do my best.”

Ma Jin-ga nodded slowly, looking satisfied.

“To do that, I will authorize any strong measures necessary.”

His voice was firm. It was clear he had a plan in mind. At times like this, Ma Jin-ga’s determination would not be swayed by anyone’s persuasion.

“Did you say any means necessary?”

“Yes. According to the reports, with the current complacent management and training, we absolutely cannot win against them.”

His complexion seemed slightly hardened, probably due to that issue.

“Does that mean…?”

For the first time, an emotion that could be called such appeared on bing geom’s face.

“That’s right. We will open the sealed Hwanmadong!”

“The Hwanmadong… are you serious?”

At the mention of Hwanmadong, bing geom’s face, cold as ice, changed in an instant.

“Hwanmadong has been sealed for 18 years due to its high level of danger, hasn’t it?”

Hwanmadong! Originally a training ground to strengthen the officials, its difficulty and risk were so high that it led to numerous injuries and even fatalities. Hence, it was also called the gate of death, the door of the deceased, and it had been firmly sealed after a massive incident involving casualties 18 years ago.

“It seems that the young ones these days don’t understand the scars, the pain, and the weight of blood that we had to endure in the past. The martial world has seemed too peaceful on the surface lately. Peace has the power to soften people’s will. But this cannot continue. We must win at all costs this time.”

“However, opening Hwanmadong might be too harsh for the children…”

bing geom, who was doubted to be without emotion, was now faced with a concern serious enough to weigh on him. To borrow the expression of the people, it was a place that harbored more danger than necessary.

“I am resolved. This time, we must win for the honor of the righteous faction. It is time to renew our determination. Even if it’s reckless, I believe in the children.”

A strong will flashed in Ma Jin-ga’s eyes. He seemed as imposing as Mount Tai. As a firm determination arose in his heart, an aura as grand as Mount Tai naturally began to emanate from his body.

“I will carry out the command!”

bing geom bowed deeply with respect, unable to defy the overwhelming presence and the firm will of the leader, who seemed like Mount Tai and an immovable rock of a thousand years.

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“Yong Cheon Myeong…”

A reality She wanted to desperately ignore! Maha Ryeong was feeling devastated.

“To show such a pitiful sight to that man.”

She was so angry that she wanted to bite her tongue and die. Showing weakness or a pitiful state to that man was something she, as a woman, could not allow.

“This damned man!”

The feeling that she could even give up all her status and identity to show this cursed man, Bi Ryu-yeon, a lesson and get her revenge was a new and unfamiliar emotion she was experiencing for the first time.