episode_0017

In a distant past, a master with the surname Jang reached the peak of Mount Taehwa and erected a shrine.

One day, Jang had a dream and met a divine sword, seeking its teachings.

Upon awakening from his dream after enduring ten months of meditation, the sword was already moving on its own.

Jang then built a shrine and named it the Seondang.

Thus, people began to call Mount Taehwa the Mountain of Shamans.

There were those who were drawn to the shamanistic sect.

“Master, should I continue to carry you?”

“Yes, this is enough.”

“Then…”

“Oh, in my old age, what trouble is this? To think that my only disciple would only think of abandoning his master. Oh, heavenly deities.”

“Master, what are you saying? You are truly an immortal being. Please know that I always wish for my disciple to be like you.”

“Yes, but even if I live a long life, what good is it if my disciple does not follow in my footsteps? I too always pray for my disciple’s guidance.”

The disciples following him chuckled.

They say that those who receive insults live long lives.

“But Master, why are you hanging there?”

“It’s difficult to carry me, so I decided to hang here.”

“Master, you are truly indifferent. Leaving a living immortal being on the ground like this. Why not call for help and take him away?”

“If I were to enter the realm of enlightenment, would there be a reason to prepare for the end?”

“I have a reason. Since the divine sword does not accept earthly connections, wouldn’t it be a matter of hierarchy rather than seniority?”

“Ha, please grant my wish.”

The young man who carried the old man, Hwanyuk, sighed as he sharpened his sword.

“My fate is truly fierce! They say that the Master of the Changbin Temple has a great teacher who eats elixirs like rice and looks down on the peak. Some have never even seen the crumbs of the divine sword. They say that fate is the blessing of three lifetimes, but why am I so unlucky!”

“Oh, you said something good. If my disciple were Changbin, I could eat elixirs like rice. Truly regrettable.”

“Master! Isn’t this too much?”

Hwanyuk was scolded.

The shaman’s Taiji was so smoothly deflecting attacks that compared to the master, Hwanyuk was still a novice.

They were shaman disciples returning to the shaman sect.

It had been a month since Master Heesuyeon of the Hyeongsan faction, and he had come out to practice the Tao while taking in the scenery of Dongjeong Lake.

The disciple who had become disheartened was scolded by his master, Seungsoo.

“Hey, are you upset? Even though I can’t take care of you as well as Jeonghu, I have given you something more valuable.”

“Are you speaking, Master? I have no memory of receiving anything as an unworthy disciple, so what kind of gift is this?”

“Hey, what does it mean to be content? Even if you are below the peak, what will you do with jealousy?”

“Thinking about it, your words are like jade, Master. Hanging there must be difficult, right? Can a lowly disciple like me dare to touch the buttocks of a master like the sky, hmm?”

Hwanyuk’s expression became serious.

“Did you hear me?”

The sound of someone screaming.

Faint but agonizing, just hearing it was enough to feel a dreadful scream.

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The pitiful figure of a collapsed man lay on the ground.

Suddenly, the shadow was lifted, and looking up, he saw a young man squatting and looking down at him.

“Please, save me…”

“Me? How can I? Do I look like a doctor to you?”

“Please, please save me…”

“That’s not my specialty.”

A scene suddenly came to mind.

Friends gathered in front of a garden.

Someone shouting for help.

A worm crawling on the cement floor.

And a magnifying glass held in a friend’s hand.

They were eagerly waiting for their turn, basking in the sun, saying, “It’s my turn now, let me try it too.”

At that moment, I couldn’t remember the face or name of any of my friends.

But the desperate wriggling of that moment, the body of the worm that swelled up quickly in the glass house light, was vivid.

It was a memory of childhood.

“Yeah.”

“Save me.”

“Did the worm wriggle more?”

“Please save me, please…”

“But doesn’t it hurt? Isn’t it easier to just die? Just ask to be killed, why?”

Acheong tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.

The Juisang man looked at Acheong.

And faced the color.

In the shaded eyes of Acheong, a faintly shimmering glow.

At first glance, it looked purple, but it was as red as blood, as blue as veins, and as yellow as the sun’s heat.

It was entirely black, sometimes white, and yet transparent.

It was truly a color that could not be found anywhere in the world.

When the essence of the sky penetrates the marrow, it illuminates the world with impure starlight.

“Monster! It’s a monster!”

Suddenly, as he raised his head, the young man with the sword charged straight ahead.

When Acheong raised his sword in response, the young man stepped on the air and soared, avoiding the attack.

There was an unwritten rule among the martial artists.

After witnessing the extraordinary martial arts of a disciple on the verge of becoming a master, one must express admiration with awe.

If one was a cultured martial artist, they had to shout, “Indeed, a true master!” at such times.

But Acheong was not cultured.

He was just trying to figure out how to deal with the unexpected aerial maneuver and defend against the attack.

He leaped seven times in the air, changing directions.

To the right, left, up, and all around, finally flipping his body at a point in the air where the enemy was not visible.

The tip of the sword came rushing like a mountain.

Acheong gritted his teeth and swung his sword.

The desperate trajectory of the enemy’s sword twisted the orbit of the Moonlight Sword that barely grazed Acheong’s neck.

The sword that had almost struck him veered off to the right of his line of sight.

For a moment, the young man’s empty left hand was visible.

Rotating and striking one after another from the wrist.

Oh no.

Acheong poured out his energy with his heel.

Thud. Acheong flew and tumbled on the ground.

As he stood up, feeling dizzy, he spat out a mouthful of black blood due to the nausea.

Unfortunately, Acheong’s forehead protruded more than others. The vomited blood spilled all over his clothes.

“Hmm…?”

Acheong blinked his eyes.

Why did he feel refreshed after being hit?

In fact, both the Seven Stars Technique and the Horseback Riding Technique of the shaman had excellent purifying properties.

When two powerful purifying techniques combined, they produced an uplifting effect that struck Acheong with more than triple the purifying power.

Fortunately, Acheong was the owner of the Moon Maiden’s Heart.

The Moon Maiden’s Heart was also a martial art of the shaman.

It was difficult to see the effects of martial arts against each other.

When martial arts clashed, there was a tendency for the opponents to escape without shouting out in pain.

However, the Moon Maiden’s Heart, which was facing the essence of the sky, exerted some power due to the shaman’s pure energy.

The essence of the sky escaped from the marrow and seeped into the blood, which then oozed out of the body.

It was an unexpected connection.

Nevertheless, it only temporarily postponed the fate of being struck by the essence of the sky.

Strangely, he felt refreshed.

Acheong regained his usual self and shouted.

“Sneak attacking from the front, how cowardly!”

“What…?”

“No mercy! Today, in this place! Disgusting perverts will not survive! Die, pedophiles!”

It was something Acheong said with unwavering confidence when he gained the upper hand.

That’s understandable, it wasn’t a big deal after all.

At first, I was a little surprised by the unfamiliar three-dimensional movement, but all I had to do was press down so he couldn’t jump.

Je Unjong was a marvel of the martial arts world, while Wolnyeosanbo was a forgotten legend and myth of the martial arts world.

It was a technique that surpassed three-dimensional movement.

Just as the new model that seemed to float suddenly rushed forward and attacked, Hwanyuk panicked and clashed swords.

“You perverted bastard! Child predator! Horny son of a bitch!”

The ambiguous verdict that blurred the line between truth and falsehood was threatening, but the curses echoing in his ears were even more horrifying.

“You’re not even grown up! And you still have the nerve to get hard? Damn, aren’t you pathetic? Even beasts don’t mess with kids! You’re worse than an animal! You should be ashamed compared to beasts! Get lost! Get lost!”

“Wait, wait…!”

That’s when it happened.

“Stop!”

The urgent voice and the sound of approaching footsteps made the bystanders quickly back away.

Why are there so many bastards trying to harm that kid? The martial arts world is really messed up.

I should finish this with the Yeoraesinjang and run away.

With that thought in mind, Acheong saved the young man.

Suddenly, a number entered his mind, 57.

What? Why is it so high?

Soon, monks in blue robes flooded in. Although they varied in height, they all had achieved enlightenment.

Among them, there was a record-breaking elder. 183.

The 183-year-old man spoke.

“Disciple, calm your anger a bit. There seems to be a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding? Is it okay to hit someone if there’s a misunderstanding? Can’t you see this?”

Acheong grabbed the chest of the monk covered in blood and pleaded.

Eyes wandered around as if something interesting had happened in the distant mountains.

“Disciple, what’s going on here? Why is that monk cursing at you like that?”

“Well, Master, I saw with my own eyes, he tried to kill the disciple…”

The martial arts master looked into Acheong’s eyes.

Although his gaze was sharp and cold, there was no doubt that he was sincere.

The true skill of a martial artist and a monk is evident in their eyes.

“Haha, even if you’re blind, you’re really blind. No matter how you look at it, the monk seems to be on the disciple’s side.”

“No, he was trying to kill that man with a sinister starlight.”

All heads turned towards the man covered in blood.

The living nightmare was terrifying.

This time, the gaze turned to Acheong.

Acheong defended himself.

“That bastard is a bad guy! He’s a pervert who wanted to take advantage of a child, no, attack him!”

Once again, all eyes were on the man covered in blood.

“No, no… it was just a kidnapping…”

“Look at this guy! Just a kidnapping? Do you know what happened to that child? Huh?”

“Well…”

The man covered in blood couldn’t continue.

Acheong confidently spoke.

“See? He’s either a pedophile or a kidnapper.”

The martial arts master stroked his beard and said, “Haha, have you ever seen such a golden bastard in this world?”