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The day after I finished my first truly scenic cruise, albeit one stained with blood.

Gulp.

I swallowed my saliva and moistened my dry lips because I was nervous for no reason. The secret weapon in front of me was the Heavenly Demonic Skill. It was finally time to learn the Heavenly Demonic Skill in earnest.

Although I have already checked this information several times, I start to read the text with slightly trembling hands as I turn the pages of the emergency manual.

A martial art is a martial art that is written down by the creator of the martial art, and it is a key point that penetrates the core so that the creator can learn the martial art he created.

In that sense, the essence that runs through the Cheonmasingong is called Pae (覇), and I read through its extraordinary verses.

“The only one in heaven and earth, the three realms of Gaegoggo Adang Anji… … .”

I alone am honorable among heaven and earth, and the three realms are in pain, so I should bring comfort.

It was an idiom that anyone would know the first part of, even if they didn’t know the second part, unless they were someone who had built up a wall around common sense.

It was also the birth anniversary of Sakyamuni.

“… … .”

I thought as I read the silent passage.

The verse that Shakyamuni recited when he was born does not refer to an arrogant or presumptuous attitude, as is commonly thought.

Rather, it meant that since he was the only one who became a Buddha even though everything in the world was a Buddha, he should spread the dharma and help sentient beings reach the state of Buddha.

Common sense tells us that the story of Buddha’s birth could not possibly have such a self-righteous meaning.

I tried to calmly grasp the true meaning contained in the short sentence form of the sentence, and repeated the first sentence of the sentence with my mouth.

The only one in heaven and earth, the only one in the three realms.

What does the first Heavenly Horse, who created this Heavenly Horse Art, mean by borrowing the story of the birth of Sakyamuni to say what he wants to say?

As I scan the corners of my eyes, my consciousness quickly fades.

This is my first time learning proper martial arts. All the martial arts I have learned in the Demonic Cult so far have not gone beyond the realm of basics.

When it comes to martial arts of the Demonic Cult, the bizarre magical arts or martial arts of ascension that come to mind are all things that can only be learned after being assigned to a specific group or after accumulating merits.

And I was lucky enough to encounter the great mountain called Cheonmasingong right from the beginning.

Although Mount Tai is high, it is ultimately just a mountain under the sky.

After conquering the highest peak, other mountains feel relatively easy. I was reading the scriptures, trying not to miss the good fortune that had come to me, and before I knew it, my palm was touching my back.

“I will master your true energy, so continue to concentrate. Move your energy according to the guidance of the main woman.”

A soft voice.

He didn’t answer. He muttered something with his mouth, and for the first time, he had the rare experience of having his true energy emanate from someone other than himself.

Just like reverse blood circulation, which involves circulating true energy in the reverse order rather than along a set path, the more specific the martial art is, the more necessary it is to distribute true energy to the blood vessels according to that purpose.

The current Jin-gi-do-in is telling people to remember the path well.

For the first time since I first realized the existence of energy and began to build up my energy as if I was saving it in my lower abdomen, my energy began to move under the guidance of others.

Also, the air force that was swirling around inside my body felt strange, as if it wasn’t mine.

‘… … rough.’

It was rough. And it was explosive.

It wasn’t that he was losing control and running wild, but in his restrained movements, I felt a violent and rough energy bubbling like lava ready to burst out at any moment.

Since Xiang Yu combined the titles of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period and King to use the title of Hegemon, the character for “hegemon” has come to have a different meaning from before, being identified with Xiang Yu, who lived a rough and intense life.

And the essence that runs through the Cheonmasingong is the path of defeat.

Then what does the path of the Heavenly Demon Sect mean?

Me too, and my sister too.

The time passed as I silently mastered the true energy and followed the guidance, circulating my energy and reading the secrets of the Cheonma Shingong.

The enlightenment of martial arts is not something that can be forcibly instilled, but something that must be realized and understood on one’s own. The enlightenment is entirely one’s own responsibility, and no one else can do it for one.

“You’re doing well even though it’s your first time. Yeah, that’s right, Jin-ah. That’s how it moves. It’s definitely rough, but you don’t have to worry because it won’t bite its owner. Just don’t show yourself weak, right? ”

His sister smiled and praised him for his rough and violent yet restrained energy.

Those words gave me a little courage.

If I don’t show weakness, this energy that is bubbling as if it will explode at any moment will never turn its sword against me.

After finishing the prayer with relief, I took my eyes off the emergency room, which had been fixed on the prayer for a long time.

And I thought about it carefully.

The essence that runs through the Cheonmasingong is the path of defeat. The verse that explains the path of defeat is the story of the birth of Sakyamuni. What kind of connection is there between the two?

In fact, it is difficult to say that the place called Demonic Cult is a normal place.

It is difficult to see a place that worships the law of the jungle and the strong as scriptures, tries to solve everything with violence, and when it feels like it has gathered a little strength, it tries to conquer the Central Plains dozens of times and fails, but still remains and reigns as one of the strongest single forces in the martial arts world as normal.

If resolving disputes and problems through dialogue rather than violence is the attitude of a civilized person, then the Demonic Cult can be said to be uncivilized. And Cheonma is the leader of such uncivilized people.

Among the uncivilized, he is the most uncivilized, but he is so powerful that he has risen to the position of leader.

‘Is that a bit harsh to say to the sect I belong to?’

I thought about that for a moment, but what can I do since it’s true? I had nothing to say in rebuttal, so I just nodded.

Instead, it can also be interpreted as a rebellion against order and the system, a rebellion against heaven.

If the attitude that Cheonma should pursue is to break the heavens like that, then Cheonma should lead those who are fascinated by the way he walks and break the heavens.

Samgyegaego and Adanganji.

The three realms are in pain, so I must bring them peace.

Is that what you mean?

After the Jin-gi-do-in was over, the energy circled around my body. After reciting the Cheonma Shingong’s nine knots and engraving the path the energy had moved in my mind, I opened my eyes that had been tightly shut.

“Did you realize something?”

“… … A little bit.”

My sister, with an expression as calm as ever, asked me slowly, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being confused, so I gave a subtle answer.

In fact, I don’t even know if what I just realized is correct or not.

I just gave it meaning, thinking that this path might not be right.

But my sister’s eyes suddenly curved like crescent moons.

“They say you can’t get full on the first sip. If our Jinah has realized anything, that’s enough. Let’s take it slow and don’t be impatient.”

I answered, my nose tingling with emotion at the warm words he spoke while stroking my head with the hand that had been guiding me until just now.

“I will try hard.”

This was much better than learning while being scolded or beaten by the instructor.

* * *

“… … Master, this is urgent news that just came in. ”

“Tell me.”

After helping Yeonjin with the Cheonma Shingong, the first person she came across was Jang Mu-gyeong, who had come running in a hurry while in deep thought.

Jang Mu-gyeong looked around for a moment, then with a gloomy expression on his face, he lowered his voice and told Yu Ye-hyang the urgent news that had just come in.

“… … This is urgent news from the weeds planted in the Tangmun. It seems like their tails have been stepped on. ”

“Tell me more.”

“Yes. There are some guys from the Sapha sect called Hwasumun, and it is said that traces of our school’s martial arts were found on the bodies left behind after they were killed. However, Dongcheon Sword King happened to come down from Cheongseongsan Mountain to kill time and saw the bodies… … .”

They say that if an unlucky person falls backwards, his nose will break, and that’s exactly what happened.

What are the chances that No Kang-ho, who is the best swordsman in Cheongseong and has enough experience to recognize the martial arts of the Demonic Cult just by the sword marks left on the body, would come down to the city to check on the dead bodies of the Sa-pa Naburangis?

It is a probability that even Jang Mu-gyeong, who is relaying the message, finds absurd.

However, in contrast to Jang Mu-gyeong, who was nervous that he might get stepped on at any moment, Yu Ye-hyang sighed deeply and frowned as soon as she heard the words.

“Things got messed up annoyingly. The main woman was a little annoyed, so she didn’t show mercy. If she had only seen Jin-ah’s sword marks, she would have let it go, but she seemed to have been terrified after seeing the marks the main woman left behind. It looks like she was startled as if the house was on fire.”

Although Yu Ye-hyang got to the heart of the matter surprisingly quickly, Jang Mu-gyeong was still nervous and asked back.

“Master, if I may be presumptuous, I would like to say something… … Shouldn’t we abandon the division? When we see them running wild like that… … .”

A typical remark not befitting a manager steeped in self-preservation.

But Yu Ye-hyang laughed.

“Is there a need for that? Even if you make a fuss, you’ll end up thinking that a master from your school has come to the Central Plains and will search for him and spread your nets. It’s obvious that you’ll end up making a fuss.”

“But… … .”

“Don’t get me wrong. They’re not trying to find the secret branch of the school, they’re trying to find the unidentified madou. If the main girl quietly leaves Sacheon, they’ll just make a fuss and get tired of it.”

Yoo Ye-hyang, who dismissed Jang Mu-gyeong’s excessive worries in one word, clicked her tongue lightly while looking at Jang Mu-gyeong as if she found him pitiful.

Even if my tail was stepped on and all the experts from the Tang, Qing, and Ami were mobilized and a net of heaven and earth was spread out, I was confident that I could escape.

But if she were single, Yeonjin’s skills would be at the beginning of their peak, in her opinion.

This is a body that has not yet fully achieved the union of the divine sword and the divine spirit.

Especially, if it was Cheonrajimang, which included the Tang sect’s masters who specialized in using poison and secret weapons, it would be like a limb to Yeonjin, even if she didn’t know it.

Yu Ye-hyang muttered to Jang Mu-gyeong, who was still crying, to go away.

“It’s earlier than planned, but I guess we’ll have to leave a little early.”