Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67

 

The path from Jeoncheon Hall toward Gajujeon.

 

The sun had already begun to set, and red twilight was painting the entire clan grounds in a reddish hue.

 

The air brushing against his cheeks was quite chilly, but even that coolness felt refreshing to Namgung Cheon.

 

‘The Jeoncheon Reverse Muscle Method.’

 

The reward for enduring that bone-scraping, hellish pain was truly sweet.

 

The world looked different.

 

Various scents carried on the wind, the footsteps of clan members heard from afar, even the energy of the earth felt through the soles of his feet touching the ground.

 

All his senses had become extremely sharp, making him feel connected to everything alive and breathing.

 

‘Good.’

 

Moreover, every muscle in his body moved perfectly according to his will, and the internal energy settled in his dantian surged endlessly like an inexhaustible spring.

 

Though it couldn’t compare to his body when he was Cheonma in his previous life, it was certainly an unparalleled achievement for his current age and level.

 

While walking and feeling the changed sensations of his body, he had arrived at Gajujeon before he knew it.

 

The guards at the door saw Namgung Cheon approaching and bowed deeply.

 

“The Head of the Clan is waiting for you.”

 

Namgung Cheon nodded lightly and opened the door.

 

Creeeeak—.

 

As the heavy door opened, a familiar energy was felt.

 

At the very back of the spacious pavilion, in the space where darkness was beginning to descend, Namgung Mugang sat on the Taesaui, silently reading a book.

 

He didn’t look up even at the sound of the door opening, only slowly raising his head after Namgung Cheon had stopped nearby.

 

“…”

 

Namgung Mugang’s gaze turned toward his son.

 

His eyes sank deeply.

 

Though it was only a momentary instant, Namgung Cheon felt it.

 

His father’s gaze sweeping over his entire body and even deep into his dantian.

 

Even though he had controlled the energy and internal power of Taeheohosimgong.

 

‘As expected, it wasn’t something that could be hidden just by trying to hide it.’

 

Namgung Cheon calmly received that gaze.

 

Namgung Mugang’s eyes narrowed.

 

He had already received a report from Namgung Dan, the Patriarch of Jeoncheon.

 

That the great method had been successful and the body had been perfectly reconstructed.

 

But the results he confirmed with his own eyes far exceeded the contents of the report.

 

‘The perfection of the body aside…’

 

Namgung Mugang’s gaze lingered on his son’s dantian.

 

The waves of energy felt from there.

 

Internal power that was rough and fierce yet highly pure.

 

Like an unrefined raw stone, it was rough yet its essence was infinitely deep and pure.

 

A gleam appeared in Namgung Mugang’s eyes.

 

‘He said he gained great internal power.’

 

Though he already knew from the report, seeing it directly with his own eyes felt quite different.

 

‘To think he practiced energy circulation in that terrible pain.’

 

Even calling this a poisonous breed would be insufficient.

 

The word “madness” that Namgung Dan harbored would be more fitting.

 

However, Namgung Mugang didn’t dislike that madness.

 

Thanks to that madness, his son had risen another level.

 

Namgung Mugang closed his book and spoke.

 

“How is your body?”

 

“Not bad.”

 

Namgung Cheon’s calm answer.

 

Namgung Mugang chuckled.

 

Not bad, he said.

 

How many in the world could say such a thing about that physical condition?

 

To obtain a body and internal energy that an ordinary martial artist couldn’t gain even in a lifetime, yet dismiss it with just “not bad.”

 

“The Jeoncheon Patriarch praised you until his mouth went dry.”

 

“You flatter me.”

 

Namgung Mugang rose from his seat.

 

He came down from the Taesaui and approached right in front of Namgung Cheon.

 

Then Namgung Mugang raised his hand and firmly grasped Namgung Cheon’s shoulder.

 

The firm yet flexible muscles and bones, and the flow of heavy internal power within them, were transmitted directly through his palm.

 

“You’ve improved.”

 

Sincere recognition was contained in Namgung Mugang’s voice.

 

“You seem to have no shortage in bearing the will you harbor and the sword you will wield.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Namgung Cheon answered briefly.

 

Lengthy explanations weren’t necessary.

 

After all, Namgung Mugang had already seen through everything and would be satisfied with the results.

 

Silence flowed between the father and son.

 

Eventually, Namgung Mugang removed his hand from the shoulder and walked to the window with his hands behind his back.

 

The red burning twilight created deep shadows on his profile.

 

“You must have heard from the Jeoncheon Patriarch.”

 

Namgung Mugang spoke quietly while gazing out the window.

 

“What it was that you immersed your body in.”

 

“…Yes, I heard.”

 

“The great method is Jeoncheon Hall’s aspiration and the result of the blood and sweat of countless people including the Changcheon Sword Sect.”

 

Namgung Mugang slowly turned his head to look at his son.

 

His eyes were more serious than ever.

 

“You now bear the weight of having to prove their efforts. You must never forget for a moment that the tip of your sword touches their efforts and furthermore, the name of Namgung.”

 

It was advice given as both the clan head and a father.

 

Namgung Cheon didn’t avoid that gaze and silently nodded.

 

“I will keep it in mind.”

 

A brief but unwavering answer.

 

Namgung Mugang felt the weight contained in those words and said no more about it.

 

Instead, he changed the subject with a faint smile.

 

“More than that, there’s someone who’s been eagerly waiting for you.”

 

At those words, a puzzled look crossed Namgung Cheon’s eyes.

 

Someone waiting for him.

 

No one came readily to mind.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Whoosh—.

 

A familiar yet intense energy was detected from outside Gajujeon.

 

Namgung Cheon’s head turned toward the door.

 

An energy that was sharp yet infinitely upright.

 

It was as if a well-forged famous sword was piercing through its sheath and emanating power.

 

At the same time, there was even a warmth that enveloped like a gentle breeze.

 

‘This energy is…’

 

He couldn’t not recognize it.

 

Their first meeting had been that intense.

 

Creeeeak—.

 

The door of Gajujeon opened wide.

 

A man stood with the dazzling sunlight at his back.

 

White martial robes, neatly tied-up hair, and handsome features.

 

It was the Grand Young Master, Namgung Hwi.

 

“May I enter?”

 

“Come in.”

 

Namgung Hwi strode inside with large steps.

 

His gaze naturally fixed on Namgung Cheon.

 

And in that instant, his eyes shook greatly.

 

The Sword Dragon who stood at the pinnacle of the current martial world’s rising generation.

 

That’s why he could recognize it immediately.

 

That his younger brother had changed once again.

 

The aura that had been like a sharply honed dagger during the Yeongang Martial Arts Assembly was now heavy and deep like a massive mountain.

 

“Truly… remarkable.”

 

Namgung Hwi let out a hollow laugh and shook his head.

 

Though jealousy might have been warranted, his eyes held pure admiration.

 

“The moment I take my eyes off you, you run so far ahead that it damages my dignity as an older brother.”

 

At those words, Namgung Cheon silently gazed at Namgung Hwi.

 

After the Yeongang Martial Arts Assembly, he had achieved remarkable growth.

 

Naturally, he thought a considerable gap would have opened up.

 

However.

 

‘No.’

 

The Namgung Hwi before his eyes had become much deeper than the image he remembered.

 

If he had made a dramatic leap, Namgung Hwi seemed to have built his tower even more solidly, steadily laying it step by step.

 

‘He certainly hasn’t been standing still.’

 

He even felt that Namgung Hwi had been honed even more sharply.

 

One corner of Namgung Cheon’s mouth quietly rose.

 

Yes, this is what makes it interesting.

 

“It doesn’t seem like I’m the only one running.”

 

At Namgung Cheon’s words, Namgung Hwi chuckled.

 

“I can’t fall behind my younger brother, can I? More than that, the title Cheoncheon Sword Hero has spread throughout Honam. Your achievements even reached the ears of the Alliance Leader.”

 

Namgung Hwi’s eyes shone with satisfaction.

 

“I’m proud. To think my younger brother would make his name known throughout Tianxia.”

 

“It merely happened by chance.”

 

“By chance? Without skill, one cannot seize opportunities even when they come. It’s your accumulated abilities that have shone through.”

 

Namgung Hwi dismissed his younger brother’s modesty.

 

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes sparkled as he asked.

 

“Ah, but do you know why I returned in such haste?”

 

Namgung Cheon tilted his head.

 

Had some major incident occurred in the clan?

 

Or had he come to deliver an urgent message from The League?

 

Usually, when the Grand Young Master moved, the matter would not be light.

 

But the words that came from Namgung Hwi’s mouth were completely unexpected.

 

“I came to keep a promise with you.”

 

“…A promise?”

 

Namgung Cheon’s brow furrowed.

 

He searched his memories.

 

Had he made some promise with Namgung Hwi?

 

Nothing came clearly to mind.

 

When Namgung Cheon looked at him with a puzzled expression, Namgung Hwi put on a deliberately disappointed face.

 

“My, have you already forgotten?”

 

“…I don’t remember.”

 

When Namgung Cheon answered honestly, Namgung Hwi chuckled.

 

“Well, there were many things happening that day. But a man’s promise should be heavier than a thousand gold.”

 

“A promise…”

 

Namgung Cheon was about to speak with still a puzzled expression when.

 

“May I enter?”

 

A voice was heard from outside the door.

 

“Come in.”

 

With Namgung Mugang’s permission, the door opened and one person entered.

 

“You came right on time, Jin.”

 

It was the Second Young Master, Namgung Jin.

 

Namgung Jin lightly nodded at Namgung Hwi’s words, paid his respects to Namgung Mugang, then glanced at Namgung Cheon.

 

In that moment, complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

 

But Namgung Jin soon concealed this and spoke in a calm voice.

 

“It’s ready.”

 

“You’ve worked hard.”

 

Namgung Hwi patted Namgung Jin’s shoulder.

 

Namgung Cheon couldn’t understand this strange situation and furrowed his brow.

 

What preparation were they talking about?

 

Then, Namgung Hwi looked at Namgung Cheon with a bright smile.

 

“Do you remember now?”

 

“…?”

 

Namgung Cheon’s eyes were still full of questions.

 

Moreover, wasn’t Namgung Hwi in a situation where he had just returned from the long journey to Gansu?

 

There would still be work related to that remaining.

 

No matter how much he searched his memory, there was no significant promise that would make Namgung Hwi set aside such matters and rush back to the clan.

 

Looking at Namgung Cheon who still wore a puzzled expression, Namgung Hwi continued as if deliberately hurt.

 

“To really forget… how disappointing. Didn’t I tell you?”

 

Namgung Hwi curled his thumb and index finger and made a gesture of bringing them to his lips.

 

The moment Namgung Cheon’s eyes paused at that familiar hand gesture, Namgung Hwi spoke with a bright smile.

 

“Let’s have a drink together as brothers.”

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