Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91

The mountain path leading to the Kunlun Sect.

Mujin adjusted his bundle and looked up at the sky.

The cloudy sky looked ready to pour snow at any moment.

Mujin furrowed his brow.

“Tsk, the weather’s terrible too…”

Thud.

He stopped walking and glanced back.

A group wearing snow-white martial robes was following him, maintaining a distance of about ten zhang.

Mujin let out a hollow laugh at the blatant surveillance.

“My mood’s terrible too.”

After walking for about half an hour more.

Mujin’s eyes narrowed.

‘They’re getting closer.’

The closer they got to the gates of the Kunlun Sect, the more the distance narrowed.

‘About five zhang now.’

It was close enough to rush forward and put a sword to someone’s throat in an instant.

‘The Kunlun Sect…’

One of the Nine Sects and the leader of Taoist martial arts.

To think that they, who were said to be the most aloof and reclusive in the Junghwon martial realm, would show such a neurotic reaction to a single wanderer.

‘Yang So’s words weren’t empty after all.’

It meant they had something they desperately wanted to hide.

The corner of Mujin’s mouth lifted.

‘In that case…’

Thud.

The moment he lightly stepped forward.

Swoosh—!

Mujin’s form shot forward like an arrow.

Thud thud thud thud!

The group moved frantically in response.

But Mujin was a supreme master.

The distance gradually widened.

At that moment.

Wheeeeek—!

A sharp whistle sound like calling a hawk burst out from behind Mujin.

Then.

Flash!

Warriors in white robes burst out from ahead of the rapidly running Mujin, blocking his path.

Simultaneously, warriors appeared from the forest behind and to his left and right, forming an encirclement.

Mujin’s hand instinctively moved toward his sword hilt.

‘Ten people… no, counting the hidden ones, about twenty.’

“Hah.”

A hollow laugh escaped him naturally.

Mujin removed his hand from his sword hilt and spoke quietly.

“My, anyone would think you’re spreading a dragnet to catch a martial realm criminal.”

Despite Mujin’s pointed words, the Kunlun disciples remained motionless with tense expressions, hands on their sword hilts.

Just as the silence was about to lengthen.

“Please stop.”

A man who appeared to be quite aged stepped forward.

Seeing him, Mujin narrowed his brow.

“Aren’t you the Cloud Dragon Sword hero? What exactly is someone of your stature doing right now?”

Harsh criticism poured from Mujin’s mouth.

That’s how shocked he was.

Cloud Dragon Sword, Yang Jin.

A supreme master and the eldest disciple of the Kunlun Sect.

He was a figure mentioned as the next sect leader of Kunlun.

Moreover, his previous title was Hyeolryong.

He was someone who had thrown himself into danger for righteousness.

“If Hyeolryong knew about this now, he would say he’d abandon his title.”

Despite Mujin’s words, Yang Jin opened his mouth coldly without the slightest change in expression.

“This is Kunlun’s territory. We do not permit further approach.”

A firm order to leave.

Mujin snorted as if incredulous.

“I was thinking of emptying my travel money to offer some incense.”

“Stop the wordplay.”

Yang Jin’s gaze became even sharper.

“There are no exceptions, even for the Wandering King’s disciple.”

At those words, Mujin’s eyebrows twitched.

“You heard why I came here too, didn’t you? I came to find my master, the Wandering King. As a disciple seeking to pay respects to his teacher, is blocking that something a Taoist sect should do?”

“I told you to go back!”

Yang Jin raised his voice.

“Kunlun is currently not receiving any guests. So if you don’t descend the mountain immediately, we’ll consider you an enemy.”

Grip.

Simultaneously, the disciples’ hands tightened on their sword hilts.

Ready to draw their swords at any moment.

At that subtle movement, mockery played around Mujin’s lips.

“Consider me an enemy…”

He slowly lowered his hand and tapped the worn scabbard at his waist.

The dull sound created a strange resonance.

“Hero, there seems to be something you’re mistaken about.”

Mujin’s gaze sank coldly.

“I am a wanderer.”

“…”

“I’m not like the heroes of prestigious orthodox sects who are bound by principles and hesitate to draw their swords because of face.”

Gray energy began rising from Mujin’s body like heat haze.

Annihilation.

The void energy that returns everything to nothingness.

That energy pressed down on the Kunlun disciples.

“Wanderers always struggle to survive, but at the same time, wanderers don’t hesitate to shed blood to survive.”

Mujin’s gaze turned cold.

“So don’t block me. If you don’t want to see blood, whether it’s Kunlun or whatever.”

It was a clear provocation and warning.

Anger rose on Yang Jin’s face.

How dare a mere wanderer look down on Kunlun.

“How dare you!”

Yang Jin shouted.

“To insult Kunlun!”

Shing—!

Along with his cry, a sharp metallic sound rang out.

As Yang Jin drew his sword first, the ten disciples surrounding them drew their swords in unison as if by prior agreement.

Clang! Clang!

In an instant, over ten sword blades were pointed toward Mujin.

The sword bodies reflecting sunlight emitted sharp, cold light as they threatened Mujin.

Seeing this sight, Mujin let out a hollow laugh.

“Hah…”

He shook his head from side to side.

“Now I see you’re not Taoist practitioners …”

Shing.

Mujin also drew his sword.

Gray energy swirled around the smooth sword blade.

“You’re sword wielders .”

“Shut up! Subdue him!”

Yang Jin’s command fell.

From all directions, the disciples of Kunlun charged with battle cries.

Over ten sword energies covered Mujin’s entire body like weaving a net.

A perfect encirclement attack with no place to escape.

A strange fighting spirit gleamed in Mujin’s eyes.

‘Yes, this is actually better.’

When dealing with opponents who wouldn’t listen to reason, conversing with swords was the fastest method.

The countless sparring sessions with Namgung Cheon and the enlightenment gained from visiting his hometown.

This was a good opportunity to test his sword skills that had reached a higher level.

“That’s exactly what I wanted!”

Mujin raised his sword.

Just as gray sword energy was about to explode from his blade.

Thud!

With a landing sound that shook the earth, a man suddenly appeared between Mujin and the Kunlun disciples.

Simultaneously.

Whoooosh—!

Tremendous energy and killing intent spread in all directions.

“Gah!”

The Kunlun Sect disciples who had been charging toward Mujin couldn’t withstand that energy and retreated.

Then, like candle flames meeting a gust of wind, the sword energy surrounding their swords was extinguished helplessly.

The same was true for Mujin.

“Huff.”

His breath caught in his throat.

The overwhelming energy emanating from the being that appeared before his eyes.

A massive presence that seemed capable of reducing everything to nothingness.

“…”

Mujin stared blankly at the back that blocked his path.

A broad back that seemed like it would protect him from anything, even in the deepest sword forest.

The same back that had carried him to safety from a burning village.

And the back he had seen for the last time ten years ago.

“…”

Strength left Mujin’s hand.

Clatter.

His sword dropped to the ground with a thud.

His lips began to tremble.

“Hah…”

Words that escaped unconsciously like a sigh.

“You really… were here.”

The man blocking Mujin slowly turned his head.

The face revealed beneath the bamboo hat.

Deep wrinkles and rough skin as if he had faced the storms of time head-on.

But those eyes were still as deep as Mount Tai and as calm as the sea.

“It’s been a long time.”

A calm voice followed.

“My disciple.”

* * *

“…It has already begun.”

The familiar yet ominous energy gradually filling the cave.

Namgung Cheon pushed his protective energy to its limit and quickened his pace.

After walking for about another half hour.

Crunch.

Black ash was crushed under his feet.

Simultaneously, countless corpses filled Namgung Cheon’s vision.

Judging by their various tools and clothing, they were clearly workers who had been digging the cave.

‘Foolish ones. This is the natural consequence of meddling recklessly.’

They had taken the form of mummies with all the moisture in their bodies completely evaporated.

They looked as if hundreds of years had passed.

‘When the vault was forcibly opened, the energy trapped inside swept through once.’

This must be a temporary lull after that storm had passed.

Namgung Cheon recalled memories from his previous life.

‘The Cheonma Seven Vaults…’

The seven vaults served not just as treasure repositories for Makyō, but as sanctuaries sealing away fragments of Cheonma-hon, the source of the Cheonma.

Cheonma-hon.

Seven essences that were absolute aspects of demonic power and had to be conquered and absorbed to prove one’s qualification as Cheonma.

They were essentially the origins of the Cheonma Sect.

What had been sleeping here in Seolying Secret Vault was Meorhon, which corroded all things and reduced them to nothingness.

Extreme annihilation that rejected everything with life force and crumbled everything.

‘With such Meorhon beyond control, nothing would remain intact.’

Namgung Cheon slowly stepped deeper into the cave.

Hiss—

The blue protective energy surrounding his entire body gradually dispersed.

The remaining Meorhon energy in the atmosphere was devouring even Namgung Cheon’s protective energy.

At that moment.

“Ugh…”

A faint groan came from a corner of the darkness.

Three men in white robes were crouched there.

Clear cloud patterns on their chests.

They were disciples of Kunlun.

Their skin was already turning black and charred, and their fingers were breaking off like rotten tree branches.

Even so, they held something in their arms and wouldn’t let go.

‘Books… secret manuals.’

What had been stored here in Seolying Secret Vault were Makyō’s secret manuals and lost martial arts.

It must be one of those.

But the secret manual was already more than half rotten and crumbling, making it impossible to even recognize its form.

Greed that couldn’t even care for their own lives.

‘For a Taoist to be consumed by greed worse than an insect.’

Namgung Cheon furrowed his brow.

“Save… me…”

Someone reached out their hand, but Namgung Cheon turned away.

Those who coveted power beyond their means could only pay for it with their own lives.

Moreover, their lives had already reached their limit, so there was nothing else he could do for them.

Namgung Cheon passed by them and continued walking inside.

Soon, a massive chamber came into view.

And in its center, a tremendous energy.

“Meorhon…”

Wooooong―.

Meorhon sensed Namgung Cheon’s approach and reacted violently.

Kwaaaaah―!

A powerful wave crashed over Namgung Cheon’s entire body.

His protective qi barrier couldn’t withstand it and shattered, while his martial robes slowly turned to ash and scattered.

At the same time, he felt the murky energy emanating from Meorhon.

‘If this were the original Meorhon, it wouldn’t be so turbid. Those fools forcibly opened the gate and corrupted its essence.’

Left like this, the contaminated Meorhon would be unable to overcome its own murky energy and eventually perish.

Moreover, the secret manuals had already disappeared, so there was no reason to stay longer.

‘However…’

For Meorhon to perish because of those unworthy ones.

It was unacceptable.

Furthermore, the pure power that only those who embraced the demonic path could control, and only those who understood its essence could master—Cheonma-hon.

That Cheonma-hon was crying out.

To destroy those who had disturbed this rest.

Namgung Cheon slowly sheathed Mukhon in his hand.

Click.

Putting away his weapon, he faced that massive destruction with his bare body.

Deep in his dantian, he infinitely expanded the space of Taeheohosimgong.

And.

Step. Step.

He walked toward the increasingly rampaging Meorhon.

Slowly extending his hand.

Toward the corrupted Meorhon floating in midair.

Toward what had once been part of him in his previous life.

“Come in. I am your original master and…”

I shall be your final master.

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