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Acheong grew up in the modern world and became a wanderer in the martial arts world.

In other words, she was someone who could compare the two different civilizations.

Life in her hometown as a single, blue-collar worker was often tough, with work and people being a constant struggle, sleep being a luxury, and health being compromised for the present and future.

However, there were no major issues with living like this.

Living alone meant she could eat what she wanted and survive.

Most importantly, there were no life-threatening dangers.

But in the brutal and ancient martial arts world, it was a different story.

If you were weak and broke, you were as good as dead.

And so, over the past year, Acheong’s life had been a continuous struggle for survival.

At least the Han people didn’t draw their swords at the slightest provocation.

But in the martial arts world, a clash of shoulders could lead to a fight to the death.

In the martial arts world, a fight to the death was called a life-or-death situation.

Surviving with a soft and modern mentality in such a savage environment was almost impossible, to say the least.

Yet Acheong was still alive and breathing.

Of course, there were several reasons for this miracle.

Firstly, Acheong’s body was incredibly strong.

Thanks to focusing on strength and stamina to overcome the difficult early stages when creating a character, following a guide, her character Acheong was stronger than most men and had an iron-like endurance that never tired.

And most importantly, her constitution choice was effective.

Acheong’s constitution, the Blood of the Ancestors, nullified all poisons in the story.

Even food poisoning was no longer a concern.

She could eat anything without consequences.

And so, Acheong survived.

Avoiding eye contact with third-rate bandits and fighting over discarded food with beggars.

Stealing potatoes and radishes from farmers and getting beaten up.

She endured for a year.

Now, it was her second year of living in the wilderness.

It was a special milestone for Acheong.

By the second year, one could consider themselves a respectable martial artist.

She could now walk around with her head held high, boasting about traveling through the martial arts world.

Now, she had to strive to live more like a human, less like a savage.

Just now, she had handed over the head of a wanted criminal to the authorities and received a reward.

She vividly remembered crying, vomiting, and causing a scene when she first stabbed someone a year ago, but now she could kill without hesitation.

This made her a great martial arts thug. Ha.

Acheong’s proud chest swelled.

As a second-year rookie in the wilderness, she had every reason to be proud.

Even those who weren’t Acheong would feel the most confident after their first year.

Of course, Acheong wasn’t exactly sure if she had entered her second year.

She hadn’t been keeping track of the days like a castaway or a kidnapped victim.

She had just survived the harsh winter after falling in the warm spring.

So, it must have been around the one-year mark.

Memories of humiliating days flashed through her mind.

When she woke up naked and clueless in a completely unfamiliar world, there wasn’t much she could do.

Could she dig up money by digging the ground?

Or could she break into houses like in a game, smashing pots and looting boxes in front of the owners?

Of course, it was possible without an owner, and there were professionals who did this.

But breaking into empty houses required a higher level of skill than she had anticipated.

If she had known this, she would have gone looting instead of working as a blue-collar worker.

Fortunately, there were also game-like aspects to it.

Capturing people brings money.

In the central region, there were pouches called “jeonnyang,” where money was kept.

If the owner disappears, the one who picks it up becomes the next owner, and if you kill someone, you can rightfully inherit the jeonnyang.

Nevertheless, Ahcheong was always poor.

It was because Ahcheong was not a robber or a murderer who aimed for money.

Even if he killed, he only chose to kill the truly bad ones.

If you cut off their heads and bring them to the government office, there was a low chance of receiving a reward.

However, the amount obtained in this way was not much.

All the money was spent on eating and sleeping once you left the house.

Even if you exaggerated a bit, just breathing cost money.

Naturally, there was no choice but to be cunning in life.

But today, let’s break free from cunning.

It was a day when he could proudly celebrate.

It was the one-year anniversary!

“Hey, Jeomsoui.”

At Ahcheong’s words, Jeomsoui quickly ran over.

There was a mole the size of a housefly next to his nose.

You could tell that this guest was not an ordinary guest.

The mole on Jeomsoui’s face was a good omen.

The bigger and clearer the mole, the higher Jeomsoui’s reputation soared. You could tell the guest’s status by looking at Jeomsoui’s mole.

“What are you good at here?”

“I can cook anything, but today I recommend the steamed chicken with soy sauce and oil. Today is the day when the chickens came in fresh, so the flavor is exceptional.”

Jeomsoui skillfully recommended the dish.

Starting at the age of fourteen and soon reaching thirty, the experienced Jeomsoui could immediately judge the guest upon seeing them.

Wearing a worn-out robe with traces of energy left everywhere, he was a poor female swordsman of the martial world. His eyes were sunken, but it wasn’t a tired expression.

So, the guest must have come to celebrate something good enough to forget the tiredness, and being a poor guest, they would prefer more and greasier food over less.

Talking about the brewery and such nonsense.

In fact, Jeomsoui didn’t know much about it.

But it was just a chicken dish, not a duck.

This level of service would make the guest feel good from the guest’s perspective.

Ahcheong, who was only in his second year of living in the martial world, couldn’t understand Jeomsoui’s hidden kindness.

He was just happy.

Chicken!

Fried chicken!

The soul food of Koreans!

“Do you also need alcohol?”

“Yes! A strong one, a bottle of Hwaju!”

“How about a Bi Hongju? It’s a drink from the Bi Ga brewery, and it’s only been around for a year, but the quality is extraordinary. Even the elders of the Gaebang praise it.”

A brewery that had only been around for a year couldn’t boast of making good liquor.

Moreover, the praise from the elders of Gaebang was just a scam.

How would beggars know the taste of the liquor they were drinking?

In the end, it was all just empty talk.

But that kind of packaging made the guest feel good.

Jeomsoui was a skilled and sophisticated entertainer.

“Here, one Jao Hyang Tangsu and one Bi Hongju!”

Jeomsoui shouted the order and walked away.

Shouting the order was not to inform the kitchen or to confirm the order with the guest.

It was to let the other guests at the inn know what this person had ordered.

The more expensive the order, the louder the voice, and sometimes when a big shot came, they would go out to the front of the inn and shout.

However, Ahcheong’s order was not at the level where Jeomsoui would shout loudly. It was just because Jeomsoui could see through Ahcheong’s heart.

It was obvious what a poor customer would expect.

Without knowing this consideration, Ahcheong was delighted.

The guests who saw Ahcheong at the inn chuckled.

They quickly understood the situation.

Only Ahcheong didn’t know.

Ahcheong. A mere two-year veteran of the martial world.

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In the previous era, there was a song that legendary bandits loved to sing.

From the first verse, it was unparalleled.

The hero doesn’t bother with studying.

However, in an era where ignorant swordsmanship is fading away, the era of martial arts has become a form of study.

The higher the martial arts, the more it was connected to the essence of the world.

Without pondering the way of the sword and philosophy, one could not become a true master.

Only the top martial artist of the previous generation, known as the “Peerless Master of the World,” loved this song very much.

His nickname was the “Peerless Emperor of Martial Arts.”

It was a fearsome title.

Even if you were the best in the world, daring to use the title of emperor in your nickname was audacious!

It was like challenging a stern emperor.

And so, he actually did challenge him.

The stern emperor never shied away from a challenge, and at the mention of rebellion, the military forces of the world would flock to him.

The result?

The Peerless Emperor of Martial Arts remains the Peerless Emperor of Martial Arts to this day.

If he had been defeated, he would have been known as a traitor or rebel of the martial world.

Defeating thirty thousand soldiers and seizing the emperor’s collar while singing a beloved song on top of the imperial palace is a well-known feat of the Peerless Emperor of Martial Arts.

Heroes don’t care about appearances.

What does it matter when the world is beneath you?

Even if your status is humble,

Who would dare to stop your actions?

And so, the Peerless Emperor of Martial Arts successfully redefined the relationship between the court and the martial world, creating a new law where the court and the martial world would ignore each other.

Thus, the Peerless Emperor of Martial Arts rose to become the leader of all martial artists.

He achieved the legendary feat of the “Ascension to the Heavens” and remained an immortal idol.

His musical accomplishments in composing the favorite song of the martial world were an added bonus.

Truly a man of his time!

However, there were side effects.

There were those who misinterpreted the lyrics of the song “Heroes don’t care about appearances.”

If a hero doesn’t care about appearances, does that mean those who do care are not heroes?

Are those who are cautious not heroes?

The ascended Peerless Emperor of Martial Arts was astonished in heaven.

And here.

Cheongha-jilpunghyeop’s Jogaeksan considered himself a hero.

Jogaeksan was dining with his followers.

Combining Jogaeksan and his followers, they called themselves the Cheongha Four.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar face.

Anseongil Juyeochugwi.

Contrary to his nickname as the “Vile Devil of Juye,” he looked quite presentable.

However, his nickname was given due to his despicable and dirty behavior, not his appearance.

His main business was human trafficking, and he was known for various crimes such as theft, robbery, murder, rape, arson, and fraud.

Heroes do not tolerate evil, unless the evil is weaker than them!

Anseongil was known to be at the peak of his power, while Jogaeksan was still considered a top-tier fighter.

However, they were allies for times like these, so there was no reason for the four of them to gather uncomfortably.

One against four.

Individually, each member of Cheongha Four was weaker than Anseongil, but together, they were strong.

Because that’s who we are!

Indeed, evil cannot be tolerated!

After assessing the odds and considering all angles, Jogaeksan finally made up his mind.

Heroes don’t care about appearances.

The act of caring about appearances included causing direct or indirect harm in crowded inns during dinner time.

Such minor collateral damage was insignificant in the face of justice and the pursuit of a greater cause.

The Cheongha Four exchanged glances quietly.

Jogaeksan tapped the table three times.

In an instant, the Cheongha Four sprang into action.