I Prayed for a Murim Reincarnation, But I Was Born as the Youngest Imperial Prince - Chapter 39

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As Seonwu neared White Moon Sect, his exceptionally sharp hearing—befitting a master who had reached the Transcendence Realm—picked up a barrage of noises.
Naturally, he could hear far more than any ordinary person, completely on a different dimension.
Of course, he had properly mastered a heart law to ignore and filter out such auditory distractions, but he had been deliberately paying close attention to the sounds coming from the direction of White Moon Sect.
Thus, he caught the shout of the man he presumed to be the Leader of White Moon Sect.
‘Hah, I haven’t heard that line in ages.’
Before he was hit by a truck and reincarnated, it was a line from a game he used to play quite a lot.
‘Well, even back then, it was a line many didn’t know.’
Twenty years have passed since then, so what more needs to be said?
At any rate, it was rather nostalgic to hear.
Since he heard a nostalgic phrase, should he hit the Leader of White Moon Sect nine times instead of ten?
Harboring a tiny shred of mercy, Seonwu stood before White Moon Sect.
“Go inside and report. Tell them I’ve come to call them to account for their illegal Yama Debt Ring. Ah, they won’t know who ‘I’ am. Tell them the senior and junior disciples, Seon-yeong and Jeol-yeong, have arrived.”
Seonwu shoved the lackeys who had guided him this far inside.
They scrambled away frantically and ran straight to their boss.
“Sect Leader.”
“Two crazy bastards dared to treat us like—!”
“Yeah, I heard the gist of it. Who do they claim to be?”
“We don’t know that. We didn’t hear anything about it at all.”
“Tsk.”
The Leader of White Moon Sect went by the name Peng Muliang, but he had no particular relation to the Hebei Peng Clan.
After all, not every Peng in the world belonged to the Hebei Peng Clan.
Even so, while the White Moon Saber Technique he practiced couldn’t match the Hebei Peng Clan’s Five Tiger Severing Saber, it was still a martial art that could be considered Peak Realm once fully mastered.
He wanted to immediately slash both of the young punks to show off his martial prowess, but he still had to make one final confirmation.
“Since you’ve come this far, declare your sect! Surely you don’t possess a shameful identity that prevents you from even naming your own master!”
When someone’s pride was scratched like this, they would usually reveal it.
Seonwu chuckled.
‘Well, I can see right through his intentions, but I suppose it’s about time I reveal and spread my sect’s name anyway.’
Even if it was a completely fictional sect, that is.
“It’s called the Eunhak Sect. Not that you’d know it even if I told you.”
The moment he heard the name, White Moon Sect Leader Peng Muliang’s mind spun rapidly.
‘Never heard of it. Could it be?’
He glanced toward Chief Li, his pocket-sized strategist.
Chief Li also quietly made an ‘X’ sign with his hands.
In other words, it was a sect whose name had never been heard before.
“What! It truly is a nameless, insignificant sect!”
“Well, that’s true. It was practically ruined in the first place, and right now, the only martial artists left in the sect are me and my junior disciple—just the two of us.”
That was the backstory.
The Feilong Sect?
He was grateful for his imperial father’s grace, but its scale would eventually be exposed, and it was just too large.
‘Instead of being wandering, chivalrous senior and junior disciples, I’d end up as the leader of an absolute behemoth of a hidden sect.’
That wasn’t the kind of romance he wanted.
Of course, romance is bound to change as one lives.
Situations can change too, so there might come a day to use the Feilong Sect.
Thinking one was born with a wooden spoon, only to find out they possess some sort of grand lineage.
Harboring some kind of hidden power.
Or being the master of a certain sect.
Variations of this trope were secretly quite common.
‘In the first place, how many identities do I even have right now?’
The senior and junior disciples who rose up after obtaining a fortuitous encounter from the ruined Eunhak Sect.
Dig one layer deeper, and he’s the secret Hall Master of the Golden Dragon Guard.
And the leader of the Feilong Sect, an ultra-massive organization that has yet to reveal its true entity to the Wulin.
If you look into it, the Feilong Sect was created by the Imperial Court,
And going even further, the truth is that he is a prince and King Wuryong.
He didn’t underestimate the Wulin’s ability to dig up information, but if they satisfied themselves after unearthing one or two layers, they would never reach his ultimate identity.
‘Heheh, well, the more the merrier.’
The more they dig, the more he’s like an onion.
Anyway, for now, they were the senior and junior disciples of the Eunhak Sect.
“Haha, a bastard like that dares to touch our White Moon Sect?”
Leaving the scoffing sect leader aside, Seonwu checked on Dan Suyeong instead.
‘Hmm, he’s holding back well.’
He could see Dan Suyeong suppressing his killing intent just as ordered.
If he hadn’t, that fellow would have already drawn his sword and dashed forward to take the sect leader’s head.
‘He really isn’t just an ordinary fierce hound.’
No.
At this point, he was beyond a fierce hound—wasn’t he a wolf that actually recognized his master?
‘In fact, even real wolves probably aren’t originally this ferocious.’
He compared him to a wolf, but in truth, his killing intent was sharper than an actual wolf’s.
Should he unleash the leash and let him attack?
‘No. Let me use some martial arts this time.’
Last time, Dan Suyeong did everything, so it was boring.
Dan Suyeong can handle, what do you call them.
The lackeys, I suppose.
First, he would finish the preliminary work before unleashing Dan Suyeong’s leash.
Seeing how the Heuksa Sect used the local authorities as a shield gave him a certain insight.
The wuxia novels he used to read were just fiction.
When a country is in chaos, the authorities might not care about the Wulin, allowing a policy of non-interference to function, but the current Great Long Empire was in its golden age, with its founding Taejo still alive.
First of all, because the Emperor—one of the strongest martial figures in history—was still active, the authority of the government remained potent.
Though the size of the local magistracy was too small to govern every single detail in the provinces, if a bastard stepped forward hiding behind the local authorities and the law, ignoring that would be tantamount to challenging the authority of his imperial father and the Imperial Court with his own hands, which wasn’t good.
‘So, I must build up at least a few words of justification in advance.’
So that when the County Magistrate arrives, there will be plenty to say from an external perspective.
“I have already investigated. By running this Yama Debt Ring, you have violated three imperial laws. First, you broke the law prohibiting human trafficking under the guise of debt. Second, you broke the law that limits collecting a parent’s debt from their children.”
“Ha, so what are you going to do about it?”
The Leader of White Moon Sect scoffed, hearing a trivial passerby prattle on about things that even the County Magistrate turned a blind eye to.
If it had been the Leader of the Heuksa Sect, this was a scene where he would have already sensed something amiss.
To be precise, if it were the third brother or the master of the Heuksa Sect, they would have thought, ‘Does a guy saying those things have some kind of backing?’
However, the Leader of White Moon Sect had ruled over An’ye County for so long that his neck had grown stiff.
Just confirming that his opponent didn’t belong to a prestigious sect caused his carelessness to surge instantly.
On top of that, Dan Suyeong was obeying Seonwu’s command, holding back for the moment without unleashing his ominous aura.
Furthermore, the Peerless Prajna Divine Art that Seonwu kept constantly active originally dictated that form is emptiness and emptiness is form.
Since he was regulating it to look around the High-Ascending Realm, that was all the sect leader saw.
The sect leader had lived in far too much arrogance to ever consider the possibility of him being anything beyond that.
Though he had never run into trouble because of it until now.
Seonwu grinned.
‘He just admitted it with his own mouth, didn’t he?’
Of course, witnesses were aplenty, but a confession hits differently.
Meanwhile, the Leader of White Moon Sect continued to bluster.
“Huh? What can a brat like you possibly do! Bwahaha, boys. What should we cut off this immature brat?”
“Hehehe, let’s lop off a limb somewhere and sell him off.”
Seonwu could see that Dan Suyeong’s patience was reaching its absolute limit.
“Junior disciple.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll handle the boss. Clean up the rest appropriately. Hmm, you know what ‘appropriately’ means, right?”
“Yes.”
The sect leader snorted at their exchange.
No matter how incredible the martial arts of these young disciples from a nameless sect were, just how amazing could they be?
They would simply become sacrifices to brighten his fame before his White Moon Saber, which had reached the Peak Realm.
Since the other side had barged in first, no one could criticize him even if a fight broke out and he used lethal force.
As long as he slipped a small gift to the County Magistrate, the authorities would write it off as legitimate self-defense.
Now, time to teach these two fearless brothers a les—a les?
Killing intent erupted from Dan Suyeong.
It felt as if one had suddenly opened their eyes in the middle of the night to find a wolf aiming right for their throat.
‘Wh-what?’
White Moon Sect Leader Peng Muliang panicked.
This wasn’t right.
A young warrior from a nameless sect had no business being this strong.
Without hesitation, Dan Suyeong dashed forward.
He had absolutely no intention of showing even a shred of mercy to these insolent and sacrilegious fools.
‘How dare they spout such reckless nonsense to His Highness.’
Just because they didn’t know?
These bastards had gone far past the line of what could be forgiven for such a reason.
Now that permission had been granted, leaving this sacrilege unpunished was out of the question.
Fools who were insolent to Prince King Wuryong, the master who had saved his family and raised him.
He wanted to take their heads, but since he had been restricted to do it appropriately, he refrained from drawing his sword from its sheath.
Even so, he would demand full payment for this blasphemous sin.
“Block him!”
As the sect leader cried out urgently, the three masters beneath him moved.
Each of them had reached the High-Ascending Realm and held the position of Hall Master, second only to the sect leader.
Although they were somewhat terrified by Dan Suyeong’s overflowing killing intent, their lifelong habits couldn’t be changed so suddenly.
In addition, First-Class martial artists rushed in alongside the three masters.
“Form the formation!”
That was a wise judgment.
If only the three of them had tried to block Dan Suyeong, they would have ended up in the exact same state as the three brothers of the Heuksa Sect.
And using that opening, the sect leader also intended to double-team Dan Suyeong, but…
“You’re my opponent.”
While the chaotic melee between Dan Suyeong and the White Moon Sect members broke out, Seonwu slipped past like a passing breeze and instantly appeared right in front of the sect leader.
Jin Wengong.
The ultimate technique of the man who was called one of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period, yet simultaneously wandered the world for decades after leaving his homeland, only to ascend as the world’s strongest in his triumphant later years.
The Zhuyu Tianxia Bu.
Before that miraculous footwork technique, a formation consisting merely of White Moon Sect’s sheer numbers couldn’t pose any hindrance whatsoever.
The moment he saw Seonwu appear so naturally before him with a bright smile, the Leader of White Moon Sect realized this boy was not beneath him.
‘H-how!’
Though it was a realization that came far too late.
‘No. I don’t know that yet.’
As a martial artist, he overcame the fear whispered by his instincts.
Or rather, he conquered it through the sheer momentum of having reigned as the top master in this An’ye County all this time.
There was no way.
There was no way he could be pushed back by a mere wandering young punk.
If it was the highest ultimate technique of the White Moon Saber Technique that he had finally comprehended!
“Full Moon Filling the Sky!”
The ultimate technique right from the start.
Countless streaks of saber Qi, gleaming like stark white moonlight, erupted from his blade.
Every single one of them was exceptionally sharp, bringing the opponent’s entire body into the attack range of this single strike.
“Hmm, normally you shouldn’t just fling out a major technique so recklessly like that.”
Seonwu muttered.
So to speak, a finishing move.
Why shouldn’t one abuse a finishing move?
Because if you whip it out blindly when the situation doesn’t support it, it either goes to waste or exposes a fatal opening instead.
Instead of colliding head-on, Seonwu lightly slipped behind his opponent.
The exquisite movement of the Zhuyu Tianxia Bu momentarily disoriented the White Moon Sect Leader’s senses.
‘Gah!’
He hurriedly turned around to counter Seonwu, but a significant portion of the Full Moon Filling the Sky’s saber Qi, which had already surged forward to blanket the area, flew away completely in vain.
To put it in perspective, it was a situation where he had wasted his ultimate ability on empty air.
Even so, his internal force surged once more.
Drawing forth saber Qi yet again, his White Moon Saber swung back around to blanket Seonwu a second time.
Although it was somewhat lacking compared to the first strike since it was whipped up in a hurry, if it was this much…
Watching that, Seonwu grinned broadly.
‘Ah, yes. This is it.’
Real combat, not a sparring match with the Golden Dragon Guard.
He had already decided how to shatter this.
He raised his fist and thrust it out lightly.
He had considered drawing his sword, but first, a fist.
‘Honestly, I want to make a name for myself as a swordsman, but…’
Precisely because of that, the beginning is a fist.
Why?
The so-called shock reversal tactic.
When the world thinks he’s a fist fighter because he uses fist techniques well, he delivers a secondary shock by revealing he’s actually even better with a sword.
So for today, it was a fist.
The Wuwang Shenquan was finally recreated through his hand across the ages.
“Jewangjieom.”
The overflowing saber Qi and the physical blade.
Seeing both of them rushing to blanket him, his fist extended straight out with a light motion.
Though the movement was concise and simple, the fist shadow that erupted from it was by no means light.
The illusion of the fist that shot out along his hand harbored the massive internal force of the Peerless Prajna Divine Art.
It lightly parted the flooding saber Qi, driving straight forward to heavily strike the pit of the White Moon Sect Leader’s stomach.
“Cough.”
The physical fist hadn’t even touched him.
He had merely been struck by the extending fist shadow.
Yet, the Leader of White Moon Sect staggered from the agonizing pain, feeling as if the pit of his stomach was exploding.
‘Crazy!!! He’s stronger than me!!!!!!’

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