The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 56

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 56

 

 

 

He smiled with an excited face and asked.

 

“What else are you good at? Today, spill everything to this grandfather.”

“With just words?”

“What?”

“You said you’d teach me the Way of Alcohol. I’ve been holding back my desire to drink.”

“Hahaha! Alright! Today let’s drink all night long! How long are you planning to stay? It’d be better if you stayed for good. Just stay here and inherit my position. How about it?”

 

Cheonjang Gong looked at Jeok Mugun with a surprised expression.

Wasn’t he the one who showed an uncompromising attitude, saying he could never pass on the fortress lord position to anyone he didn’t acknowledge?

But now he was saying he’d hand over the fortress lord position so easily.

Jeok Mugun looked at Cheonjang Gong, who was standing with a bewildered expression, and said.

 

“You look like you have many questions?”

“Y-yes, I do.”

“Would you believe it if this guy is stronger than me?”

“Th-that’s nonsense!”

“That nonsense is exactly what this guy is. Hehehe. I’m no match for this guy at all. In all my life, this is the first time I’ve met someone this strong. But that strong guy is my grandson. My real grandson. Hahahaha!”

 

Jeok Mugun wore an extremely excited expression.

Cheonjang Gong couldn’t believe the scene before his eyes.

It was his first time seeing Jeok Mugun bragging about someone with such an excited face, and it was also the first time seeing that prideful person easily acknowledge someone was stronger than him.

He wasn’t even upset about acknowledging that strength—he was delighted about it.

 

“Come on, let’s not stay here and go drink. Today is a celebration, a celebration.”

 

Jeok Mugun tried to go outside with his arm around Jeok Wigang’s shoulder, wearing an excited expression.

 

“Grandfather. People will see us like this.”

“So what? What’s wrong with them seeing?”

“I still don’t want my identity to be revealed.”

 

At the words about not wanting his identity revealed, Jeok Mugun’s expression became dejected.

 

“Are you embarrassed to be this grandfather’s grandson?”

“No. It’s not that, but if it becomes known that I’m Grandfather’s grandson, I won’t be able to travel the Central Plains freely. You know I came out to experience the Central Plains.”

“Is that really the reason?”

“Of course. When my travels are over, even if Grandfather tells me not to, I’ll go around telling everyone about it.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Then what should we do?”

 

After pondering, Jeok Mugun soon clapped his hands and said.

 

“We can eat here. Anyway, this is a forbidden area where no one except that guy can enter.”

“That sounds good.”

“Alright. Then I should have my people prepare a grand drinking table.”

 

 

 

People were surprised to hear that a drinking table would be set up at Cheonjang Gong’s forge.

Cheonjang Gong held his forge more sacred than anyone else and couldn’t tolerate bringing anything else into it, but now a drinking table of all things.

But after hearing the reason, everyone understood.

The drinking companion was the Heavenly Martial Emperor.

They thought that was perfectly reasonable.

Meanwhile, a drinking session was taking place at Cheonjang Gong’s forge.

 

“Because of this guy, I only drank tea, so you don’t know how much I craved alcohol.”

“Drink plenty. Hahaha!”

“Today I’ll empty all the wine jars in Heavenly Martial City.”

“Go ahead! On a joyful day like today, that’s fine.”

 

Jeok Mugun and Cheonjang Gong were excitedly passing drinks back and forth, with Jeok Wigang joining in between them.

 

“Hey you. Is this really your first time drinking?”

“Yes.”

“Hehehe. You handle alcohol well too. How is it that your complexion hasn’t changed at all after drinking that much?”

 

Jeok Mugun’s face had turned red.

He was drinking purely without using his internal energy to dispel the intoxication.

 

“Good! How long has it been since I got drunk like this.”

 

Jeok Mugun’s expression looked truly happy.

Cheonjang Gong, pleasantly drunk, said.

 

“People without grandsons are too miserable to live.”

“If you’re envious, you should get married too, you fool. How about it, shall this older brother arrange a match for you even now?”

“Hmm! Well, if older brother insists so much… Hmm!”

 

It was impossible to tell if his reddened face was from alcohol or embarrassment.

 

“Puhaha! Alright! Just trust this older brother. I’ll find you a good marriage prospect.”

 

Then he turned his gaze to Jeok Wigang and asked.

 

“You should go too.”

“Go where?”

“Hey you. Where else. You should get married.”

 

Jeok Wigang chuckled.

 

“I’m not thinking about it yet.”

“This grandfather has been selecting good marriage prospects. Tell me anytime you change your mind.”

“Yes. Grandfather.”

“But are you really not drunk at all?”

“Yes. This alcohol tastes good.”

“Huh…”

 

Jeok Mugun and Cheonjang Gong turned their gazes to one side with surprised faces.

Next to Jeok Wigang, empty wine jars were scattered all around.

 

“Brother. That guy drank twice as much as us.”

“I know. But why is he fine? Our grandson is strong, good at blacksmithing, good at formation methods, and can hold his liquor well. There’s nothing he can’t do. Hahaha!”

 

Jeok Mugun, getting excited as he spoke, started laughing again.

 

“Did you send a letter to Father?”

“Ah! Right. I forgot about that.”

“You didn’t keep your promise with me?”

“Huh? Ah, no, well.”

“I’m just leaving then.”

“Ah, no! I’ll send a letter first thing tomorrow. I’ll send a letter and lots of gifts too.”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“Then while you’re at it, please send the sword I made along with them.”

“Alright.”

 

Jeok Mugun seemed to have sobered up completely. He even looked somewhat dejected.

Jeok Wigang held out something to such Jeok Mugun.

 

“This is something I prepared to give to Grandfather.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a sword, but Cheonjang Gong made it.”

 

When Jeok Mugun looked at Cheonjang Gong, he shook his head.

 

“I made it, but it was a failure. That guy reborn it and made it into the most perfect sword in the world. In reality, that sword is no different from being made by him.”

“A failure? You make failures too?”

 

Cheonjang Gong told him about what had happened.

After hearing everything, Jeok Mugun looked at Jeok Wigang with admiration.

He hadn’t understood what the saying “the more you look, the more lovable” meant, but now he understood.

Really, the more he looked, the more lovable he became.

If it were up to his heart, he wanted to hand over the fortress lord position right now, seat him here, and see him every day.

But he had to endure it.

Didn’t he say he wanted to travel the Central Plains?

He had to let him go.

There was no need to earn his dislike unnecessarily.

Right now, he had to let him do whatever he wanted to do as much as possible.

 

“The name Soul Blue was a bit awkward since it was from when it was a demon sword, so I engraved a new name called Seong-yeon.”

“A holy sword. That’s good. I’m satisfied that my child has been purified and become a holy sword. And since you gave it rebirth, it’s natural for you to give it a new name. I don’t need to worry about it.”

 

Cheonjang Gong smiled with a pleased expression.

 

“This Cheonjang Gong’s name is Geum Hwangryeok. He and I are sworn brothers, so call him Great-Uncle Geum from now on.”

“Yes. Great-Uncle Geum.”

 

Jeok Mugun formally introduced Cheonjang Gong.

At Jeok Wigang’s respectful address, Geum Hwangryeok smiled brightly as if pleased.

Jeok Mugun, who had been watching with a pleased expression, drew Seong-yeon.

 

“Ooh!”

 

Just by touching it, it felt like limbs he had carried around for a long time.

When he infused internal power into the sword, that feeling became more certain.

It felt like it wasn’t a sword but part of his body.

 

“Huh. It’s really amazing.”

“Try swinging it once.”

“Shall I?”

 

Jeok Mugun’s expression became quite serious as he used his internal energy to dispel the intoxication from his body and stood up.

 

“Let’s go to my training ground.”

“Yes. Shall we have a sparring match with Grandfather after a long time?”

“Hmm. I don’t like that idea.”

 

The great Jeok Mugun, who never refused any fight and complained of boredom saying he had no rivals, was avoiding sparring.

At this sight he was seeing for the first time, Geum Hwangryeok doubted whether what he was seeing was real.

Just how strong was Jeok Wigang for him to act like this?

He was curious.

Geum Hwangryeok also hurriedly followed behind the two.

 

 

 

Whoosh whoosh whoosh-.

Jeok Mugun swung Seong-yeon this way and that.

 

“I don’t feel any weight at all, and there’s no discomfort in swinging it.”

“That sword can now only be used by Grandfather. If someone else tries to use it, they must be acknowledged by that sword.”

“Huh. It chooses its owner? Then is this guy a divine sword?”

“Yes. It’s a divine sword.”

 

When Jeok Wigang spoke with a grin, Jeok Mugun shook his head.

 

“You made a divine sword but talk about it like you’re making some common neighborhood blade, so I can’t get used to it.”

“The level of all the swords that guy has made recently are all at the level of famous swords. And all of them are superior-grade. Brother.”

“What? Superior-grade famous swords? How many did he make?”

 

At Jeok Mugun’s question, Jeok Wigang counted on his fingers and then answered.

 

“About… fifty swords?”

“What are you going to use that for?”

“I sent them all to Jin Mu Sect?”

“What?”

 

Fifty superior-grade famous swords.

There’s a saying that a master craftsman doesn’t care about tools.

That’s all nonsense.

No one is more serious about tools than a master craftsman.

Naturally, those who use weapons are the same.

They’re serious about the weapons they use.

Divine swords are in the realm of legends that can’t be obtained in the first place, and the highest grade they can acquire is famous swords.

And superior-grade famous swords at that.

Jeok Mugun glared at Jeok Wigang.

 

“Why are you looking at me like that? I gave Grandfather the best sword. And Heavenly Martial City has Great-Uncle Geum, who’s the best in the Central Plains. You’re not doubting Great-Uncle Geum’s skills, are you?”

“Hmm.”

 

If he said the wrong thing here, Geum Hwangryeok would surely storm out and leave Heavenly Martial City.

 

“Ah, no. Younger Brother Geum’s skills are the best in the world…”

 

At Jeok Mugun’s words, Geum Hwangryeok chuckled.

It was obvious he was answering reluctantly.

But he didn’t feel bad about it.

He would feel bad if it were because of someone with inferior skills, but hadn’t he chosen him over someone with far superior skills?

 

“Thank you, Older Brother. I’ll try to make as many superior-grade famous swords as possible.”

“Yes. Thank you. I’m counting on you.”

“You’re still happy about it, right? Having a master craftsman who surpasses me as your grandson.”

“Of course! If there’s anyone happier than me in this world, tell them to come see me!”

 

Watching Jeok Mugun laugh with genuine happiness, Jeok Wigang smiled warmly.

This is happiness.

If anyone tried to destroy this happiness, he would completely erase them from the world.

 

“Now then, shall we see how much Grandfather’s skills have improved?”

“Huh?”

 

Jeok Mugun was flustered.

 

“Why? You came here to spar, didn’t you?”

“No. I came to see how the sword is.”

“Come on. To see how the sword is, you have to test it in real combat. You know that, right? Feel free to attack with everything you’ve got.”

“No… I’m not in the mood to attack with everything today…”

“I’m going first.”

“Hey hey! You brat! I’m your grandfather!”

“Yes! Grandfather! Here comes a fist full of your grandson’s love!”

“This grandson is trying to kill his grandfather!”

 

Whoosh-.

 

“Hiiek!”

 

Jeok Mugun screamed and dodged Jeok Wigang’s fist.

 

Kwaaaaang-.

 

The ground shook and the aftershock swept over.

 

“Wow! You dodged that easily.”

“Does that look like I dodged it easily?”

 

That bastard is serious.

If he had dodged just a little later, it would have been a disaster.

Jeok Mugun looked behind him.

The mountain center was hollowed out.

 

“Come on. You’re still controlling your power since you’re my grandfather.”

“Hey you fool! You call that power control? I’d die if that hit me!”

“Grandfather won’t die. Don’t I know my own grandfather?”

“This unfilial child!”

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