Reincarnation of the Cloud Dragon - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47.
In the silence of the Inner Library, Yun Cheon sat alone like an island unto himself.
His eyes were closed, yet his mind churned with an intensity unlike any before.
‘To divide the heart…’
Soul Severance.
It was far more than merely splitting one’s thoughts in two.
To fracture the self and operate two independent consciousnesses simultaneously—a realm of mastery.
Yun Cheon slowly extended both hands into the void.
Swish.
His left index finger traced a flowing circle with grace.
Meanwhile, his right index finger etched a sharply angular square.
Left hand circle, right hand square.
Opposing geometries that a single mind would struggle to draw simultaneously.
Most martial artists would abandon such a technique, their fingers tangling and their minds throbbing with strain.
But Yun Cheon’s fingertips moved without obstruction.
‘The left is Yun Cheon, Kunlun Sect Daoist. The right is Yun Cheon, Demonic Cult warrior.
Memories of past life and flesh of present existence.
Two separate selves already coexisted within me.
The incantation of [Soul Severance] carved through that chasm, cleaving the two consciousnesses apart with clarity.
‘Hmm…’
Cheon Gyeon’s eyes, watching from his position as guardian, narrowed.
‘He’s already mimicking Soul Severance?’
This was no mere hand trick.
The geometries traced by Yun Cheon’s fingertips were flawless, unmarred by a single distortion.
Though only foundational, it was unmistakable proof that his consciousness had been properly divided.
But what truly astonished Cheon Gyeon came next.
Hum.
A faint azure radiance gathered at the tip of Yun Cheon’s left index finger as it traced the circle.
Cool and crystalline yin energy.
‘…He’s already channeling inner force in less than half a day?’
This meant Yun Cheon had transcended the novice stage entirely.
Yet the astonishment did not end there.
Flicker.
In the next moment, a shimmering heat rose from the tip of his right index finger drawing the straight line.
Too faint to be called inner force, yet unmistakably yang energy.
Cheon Gyeon’s pupils trembled as though struck by an earthquake.
‘This cannot be… wielding both yin and yang simultaneously?!’
This was no mere matter of talent.
Yin and yang were opposing forces.
That they could not coexist in a single body was the fundamental truth of martial doctrine.
‘Clearly, he’s already entered the Divided Soul Twin Technique, yet he wields both yin and yang energies in a single body! What manner of creature is he?’
A single possibility flashed through Cheon Gyeon’s mind.
An inborn constitution.
One that existed only in legend.
‘…Could it be that he was born with a Yin-Yang Body?’
Cheon Gyeon shuddered.
No, that couldn’t be.
When I first saw him, his dantian was completely empty.
Then there was only one answer.
‘That old man Saengsa Jjon must have done something to his body!’
While Cheon Gyeon remained lost in shock.
Fsshhh—.
The heat dissipated from Yun Cheon’s right hand.
He could manipulate the yin-cold energy through the Infinite Frost Heart Technique, but he had yet to learn the mental method necessary to draw forth the latent yang-heat energy buried deep within his body.
Yun Cheon gathered his qi and slowly opened his eyes.
“Impressive. To enter the Divided Soul technique in merely half a day.”
“It was no easy feat. I’ve merely grasped the tail of it.”
“Krkrkr. Don’t be modest. Plenty of fools have failed to even catch that tail and lost their minds in the process.”
Despite Cheon Gyeon’s praise, Yun Cheon remained composed.
Instead, he bowed respectfully and expressed his gratitude.
“…It was only possible thanks to your consideration. You stood guard for me.”
This dangerous cultivation could easily lead to deviation of the mind. Without Cheon Gyeon’s suppressive aura stabilizing the surroundings, concentration would have been impossible.
Cheon Gyeon accepted the thanks with indifference, then thrust his hand into his robes.
“If you truly wish to reach the Twin Technique… you must come to understand both yin and yang, orthodox and demonic, or rather… harmony and discord. In other words, mutual opposition.”
Having finished speaking, Cheon Gyeon withdrew two ancient secret manuals from his robes, so weathered they seemed ready to crumble.
As dust fell from the covers, words appeared that made Yun Cheon’s heart stop.
[Orthodox Dual Principle Sword Technique]
[Reverse Dual Principle Blade Technique]
Yun Cheon’s pupils contracted sharply.
“…!”
One was the blade technique of Huashan.
And the other… was the sword technique of Kunlun, said to have been lost long ago.
For such secret manuals to emerge from the robes of this eccentric in the very heart of the Demonic Cult—there was no way not to be astonished.
“Hoo….”
Though I tried to conceal my reaction, I couldn’t suppress the blaze in my eyes.
Cheon Gyeon waved the manuals before me.
“You recognize them? It seems you have considerable discernment.”
Fortunately, Cheon Gyeon interpreted that burning gaze as the covetousness of a martial artist.
“In the past, Kunlun and Huashan were the twin pillars of the Daoist path. These sword and blade techniques were originally a matched pair. When the two are united, they are said to encompass all under heaven.”
Cheon Gyeon’s explanation was precise.
I had heard of it in my past life as well.
A master of Kunlun and a master of Huashan.
The combined formation they wove in perfect synchronization—the “Positive and Negative Dual Principle Formation.”
“But… isn’t that a formation technique performed when two people deploy their martial arts together?”
“Correct. Originally, it can only be executed when two hearts become one. However…”
A manic smile twisted across Cheon Gyeon’s lips.
“Can’t you divide your own mind into two?”
“…!”
“If your left hand wields Kunlun’s positive principle sword and your right hand deploys Huashan’s negative principle saber? Wouldn’t that mean you’re executing the Positive and Negative Dual Principle Formation alone?”
It was a mad notion.
Yet theoretically, it seemed possible.
A realm unprecedented and unrepeatable—one only those who mastered the Split Soul Dual Absolute could reach.
‘The brat. He’s tempted, as expected.’
Cheon Gyeon savored the wavering light in my eyes.
The supreme martial arts of the Nine Great Sects.
Combined with the temptation of single-handedly manifesting a legendary formation.
It was an offer no martial artist could refuse.
‘If he fails, he’ll die from qi deviation. If he succeeds, my theory is proven.’
Cheon Gyeon tossed the secret manual onto my chest.
“Well? Didn’t you say you’ve already fallen into ‘qi deviation’? So you won’t back out now, will you?”
It was a blatant provocation.
I accepted the secret manual with trembling hands.
From Kunlun’s manual emanated a nostalgic energy.
And from Huashan’s manual came an unfamiliar yet sharp aura.
‘His scheme is transparent… but this is an opportunity for me.’
Kunlun’s sword was placed in my hands.
Though plundered by the Demonic Cult, this was undoubtedly my sect’s legacy.
‘Cheon Gyeon. You meant to test me in your own way… but you’ve given me exactly what I need.’
Now I had justification to draw Kunlun’s sword again from the heart of the Demonic Cult.
Moreover, Huashan’s techniques were rooted in Daoism, so they felt familiar.
“I’ll attempt it. Either I’ll go mad, or I’ll become a legend by manifesting the Positive and Negative Dual Principle Formation alone.”
I answered while securing the manual in my robes.
Cheon Gyeon laughed with satisfaction.
“Kahahaha! Yes, excellent! I look forward to it.”
Just as Cheon Gyeon was about to vanish into the darkness, his business concluded.
“Wait. Where are the libraries of Kunlun and Huashan?”
I posed the question naturally.
“Hmm… yes. Examining other foundational martial texts would indeed help you master both techniques.”
Cheon Gyeon harbored no suspicion.
Instead, he pointed the direction with his finger as if impressed by my diligence.
“Kunlun’s collection is in that corner, and Huashan’s is directly across from it. You’ll see for yourself, but… it’s rather underwhelming. Tsk tsk.”
Cheon Gyeon left those cryptic words and vanished.
Yun Cheon’s eyes turned cold and sharp.
‘Underwhelming, he says…’
I needed to verify this myself.
Without hesitation, I turned my steps toward Kunlun’s collection.
* * *
Meanwhile, in another corner of the Inner Library.
Yalü Hee was frantically searching through the dust-laden shelves like a woman possessed.
“Not here either… and not here!”
A supplementary technique to complete the Guang Feng Yalü Family’s wind method.
She had been searching for a martial art to replace the Wind Soul Technique that her family had never passed down to her, but the Demonic Cult’s archive was vast and sprawling.
There were many techniques with similar names, but most were woefully inadequate to withstand the fierce momentum of the Guang Feng method, or their essence was fundamentally different.
“Was I wrong from the beginning…”
Yun Cheon had told me to forge my own path, yet here I was, searching for another way instead.
“…But I don’t have the talent to innovate martial arts like he does…”
Yalü Hee roughly shoved a book back into place and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair.
The gap between myself and Yun Cheon kept widening, while I remained stuck in the same place.
Then, something caught against her foot.
A thin booklet lying carelessly on the floor, its cover half-torn.
[Wind God’s Dance]
‘Dance?’
With her mind fixed on supplementary techniques, dance would never have caught Yalü Hee’s attention.
Yet the grandiose name “Wind God” drew her gaze somehow, and she decided to flip through it, accepting her own foolishness.
But the moment she read the first page, her eyes widened.
[Wind does not choose its path. It curves when blocked, it rushes when open.]
[Forget your body and surrender to the flow. Dance like the wind, sing like the breeze.]
The instant those words entered her mind, a flash of lightning struck through her consciousness.
‘Your feet cannot keep pace with your blade.’
Yun Cheon’s advice echoed in her thoughts.
All this time, she had been trying to chase her blade with her feet.
That was why her hands and feet had always moved separately, out of sync.
She had only searched for faster footwork instead.
‘I interpreted Yun Cheon’s advice too literally…! Why did I only think about my feet catching up to my blade?’
This secret manual was telling her something.
Not her feet, but her entire body must become the wind.
Not to create wind, but to become the wind itself.
‘Was I… wrong all along?’
She rose to her feet as if enchanted.
She closed the manual and shut her eyes.
A subtle current of air flowed through the Library Archive.
Her feet moved of their own accord.
Rather than charging forward in a straight line, they traced graceful curves, rotating with fluid elegance.
Swish.
As if dancing.
Yet within those movements, a chilling blade aura began to take form.
The ferocity of the Guang Feng Thirteen Blades that she had devoted her entire life to mastering melded seamlessly into the gentleness of the Wind God’s Dance.
Whoooosh—
A small whirlwind spiraled into existence around her.
Yalü Hee’s eyes snapped open.
Her gaze blazed with exultation.
‘This is it. I don’t even need the Wind Soul Treasure. No—this is far better!’
It was not a technique whose name I had ever heard.
Perhaps it was merely a miscellaneous skill left behind by some nameless eccentric master.
But for Yalü Hee in this moment, it was a perfect piece—more flawless than any legendary divine technique.
Yalü Hee sank to the floor and devoured the secret manual as if possessed.
A new wind began to stir within her eyes.
* * *
Yun Cheon stood before the Kunlun Sect’s library shelves and held his breath.
Cheon Gyeon’s words had been accurate.
To call it inadequate would have been an understatement.
It was… devastating.
“….”
While the library shelves of other sects were crammed densely with plundered secret manuals, Kunlun’s shelves bore particularly severe damage.
Most of the remaining martial arts texts were foundational techniques, and
even those bore the charring of fire.
Swish.
With trembling hands, Yun Cheon lifted a blackened tome.
The voices of fallen Kunlun disciples and the sect leader echoed within his heart.
[Burn it instead… don’t… let them have it….]
“Ah….”
Yun Cheon’s chest collapsed inward.
The image of his senior brothers resisting to the bitter end against the Demonic Cult’s invasion materialized before his eyes.
They had burned the secret manuals to protect Kunlun’s martial arts, even as death claimed them.
The resolve to reduce the sect’s supreme techniques to ash rather than surrender them to those Demonic Cult dogs.
‘Sect Leader… my brothers….’
Yun Cheon clutched the book to his chest and clenched his teeth.
Alongside sorrow, a scorching rage surged forth.
Yet at the end of that fury, Yun Cheon discovered a glimmer of hope.
‘The burned secret manuals are all foundational techniques.’
Then where are the true secret manuals containing the essence of Kunlun?
Deep within Kunlun Mountain, a secret place known only to successive sect leaders and senior disciples surfaced in Yun Cheon’s mind.
The Secret Cave.
If the senior disciples had done more than merely burn the secret manuals—if they had planned for the future—
Then the true legacy of Kunlun would be sleeping there.
If the Secret Cave remained intact… then Kunlun’s roots had not been erased.
Yun Cheon’s eyes hardened with resolve.
These empty shelves were not a mark of defeat.
They were proof that Kunlun had not surrendered to the Demonic Cult, and a promise waiting for the master who would one day return.
Wait. I will surely return and awaken the blade that sleeps there.
Yun Cheon carefully replaced the burned secret manual in its original position.
Then he turned to leave.
There was no time for sorrow now.
This was the moment to cultivate strength.
I will definitely come back to reclaim it.
It was the moment Yun Cheon stepped toward the exit of Kunlun’s Library Archive.
Crackle.
The stone floor beneath his feet trembled faintly.
The books on the shelves quivered, releasing dust into the air.
“…?”
Cheon Gyeon, who had been hanging from the ceiling beams like a bat and dozing, snapped his eyes open. A flicker of displeasure crossed his lips.
Tch. Another one reeking of blood has arrived.
Cheon Gyeon, annoyed, concealed himself within the shadows.
Even the master of the Inner Library wanted nothing to do with this uninvited guest.
Footstep, footstep.
A man emerged from the darkness near the entrance.
Ornate robes, a well-groomed beard, and a benevolent smile.
But Yun Cheon understood instinctively.
That smile was merely a mask.
What lay beneath it was the nature of a cold-blooded killer who could cut down thousands in a single stroke without blinking.
“So you’re the one.”
A soft voice, yet sticky as a serpent’s tongue caressing skin.
Behind him stood Sa Do Myeong, cold sweat dripping down his face as he kept his head bowed.
Like a herbivore standing before a beast of prey.
“At last I see your face. I’ve heard much—that Inspector Sa Do Myeong owes you a debt.”
The man scrutinized Yun Cheon intently.
“…It’s hardly a debt worth mentioning.”
Yun Cheon replied calmly, cupping his fist in salute.
“Hehe… is that so? Then I’m relieved.”
The man’s lips curled upward with a bloodthirsty edge.
“The Vice Director of Inspection Bureau, Si Kong Zhen.”
The moment of ‘borrowing a knife’ that Gal Mu Heun had foreshadowed.
“He’s come to collect his debt.”

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