The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 57

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 57

 

 

 

“If you feel wronged, then attack me.”

“Fine! You’re going to die today!”

 

Jeok Mugun infused his sword with internal power.

 

‘The early and middle forms are meaningless against that bastard. Let’s settle this with the Latter Four Forms.’

 

Thinking this, he was about to swing his sword when.

 

“Huh?”

 

Unlike usual, the energy he felt from the sword was much stronger.

 

“What’s this?”

 

Jeok Wigang spoke to the curious Jeok Mugun.

 

“When Grandfather injects his energy into the sword, it automatically makes it twice as strong.”

“What?”

 

The sword had such an absurd, insane ability?

 

“Grandfather only needs to use half of his usual internal power. How’s that? Pretty amazing, right?”

“H-how did you make such a sword?”

“I carved a formation into the sword surface.”

“A formation? That works on swords too?”

“Yes. It’s a formation that also serves as a magical formula? Something like that.”

 

I have no idea what he’s talking about.

Anyway, isn’t he saying he made an absurdly overpowered sword?

There was another person shocked by Jeok Wigang’s words.

Geum Hwangryeok, who was watching their sparring with his jaw already dropped in amazement, fell backward in even greater shock.

It wasn’t just an ordinary divine sword.

It doubles the attack power of whoever wields it.

Isn’t that an insane ability?

Right now, since the Heavenly Martial Emperor possesses that sword, no one would dare think of touching it, but later when the Heavenly Martial Emperor dies, the Martial World might fall into chaos as people fight to obtain that sword.

It’s truly an extremely dangerous sword.

 

“You crazy bastard! If you make a sword like this, what am I supposed to do when I die later? Won’t the Martial World go into chaos trying to claim this sword?”

“I’ll retrieve it when that time comes. I’ll just blow away all the bastards who come trying to get that sword, won’t I?”

 

He says he’ll retrieve it and blow away all the bastards who come after the sword, so what more is there to say?

 

“I-is that so.”

“Our conversation is getting too long. Let’s talk later and continue for now.”

“No… I think this is enough?”

“Come on. Your martial arts power has doubled, hasn’t it? Then wouldn’t it be worth trying?”

“I-is that so?”

 

Soon he steeled his resolve.

 

“Fine! Today I’ll make you cry out in surrender.”

 

Jeok Mugun gripped his sword and struck straight down.

 

“Heavenly Way Single Thought!”

 

The void rippled and powerful sword qi cut through space, extending toward Jeok Wigang.

However, the moment he thought it hit, Jeok Wigang became blurry and disappeared.

But Jeok Mugun had anticipated that Jeok Wigang would move behind him.

The attack he just made was bait, and this is the real one.

 

“Dark Emperor’s Descent!”

 

He swung his sword toward the back.

The form of a giant dark king swiftly brought down its sword as if to cut through everything in the world.

 

Kwaaaaang-.

 

The ground shook and thick dust covered the entire training ground.

Geum Hwangryeok was shocked.

Who would have thought he’d attack his grandson with full power?

And that attack even hit.

 

“B-Brother! That was too much just now!”

“Shut up! It wasn’t too much!”

 

It wasn’t too much, he says.

After attacking his grandson with full power, he looked toward the dust cloud with a tense expression.

 

“Whew. That was surprising just now. Did you expect me to be there?”

“Don’t you always move to that side?”

“Ah!”

 

Jeok Wigang let out an exclamation as if he realized something.

 

“I didn’t know I had such a habit.”

“You’re really okay, right?”

“Yes. I’m perfectly fine. Except for my clothes being a bit torn.”

 

Saying his clothes were torn means he was hit.

Dark Emperor’s Descent was an attack technique that could instantly kill even a Divine Realm master if it hit directly.

Moreover, right now its power had doubled.

Yet he was fine with only his clothes torn.

Geum Hwangryeok sighed in relief while being shocked at seeing Jeok Wigang perfectly fine.

He wondered if that was really human.

Of all people, he had been hit by an attack from the Heavenly Martial Emperor, the world’s strongest, yet was completely unharmed.

Now he understood why Jeok Mugun had been so tense earlier and told him to shut up.

 

“He’s my grandson, but he’s truly incredible. What on earth is that body made of?”

“I don’t know either. He’s been like this since birth.”

“Huh. This is driving me crazy.”

“Shall we continue?”

“I’m out of tricks. Let’s stop.”

“Aw. There’s one more left.”

“If I use that wrong, this whole place will be blown away.”

“If that’s your concern, I’ll take care of it for you.”

“What?”

 

Jeok Wigang placed his palm on the ground and muttered an incantation from the Five Elements Incantation Method.

Then light emanated from where Jeok Wigang’s palm was, gradually spreading larger and eventually sweeping over the entire scenery around the training ground.

 

“Done.”

“What did you do?”

“I set up the Ten Thousand Li Yin Return Formation. Now even if Grandfather destroys this entire area, it will be restored to its original state when I release the formation.”

“Where is there such an absurd formation?”

“Originally I was going to use a formation that wouldn’t be destroyed no matter what, but that wouldn’t be fun, right? It’s more fun when the surroundings get smashed and turned into a wasteland.”

 

Jeok Mugun looked at Jeok Wigang with an expression of disbelief.

What on earth couldn’t this guy do?

Not only did he have pure martial power and a strong body, but even his formations far exceeded ordinary ones.

He didn’t even need the directional calculations required when setting up formations, or any special tools.

He had simply placed his palm on the ground and muttered something.

Where in the world was there someone who set up formations like that?

That wasn’t a formation but closer to magic arts.

 

“You… do you also know magic arts?”

 

He asked just in case.

 

“Huh? How did you know?”

 

He had hoped the answer would be no.

 

“What you just used seemed closer to magic arts than a formation.”

“That’s right. I mixed magic arts and formations together. It’s convenient, right?”

“Is, is that so?”

 

He was casually saying something that would make all the Formation Masters and magic practitioners in the world wail in despair over their own talents.

“Do you know how to use other magic arts too?”

“Yes. I know healing magic. That’s why I can train the kids without worry. If they get hurt, I can just heal them.”

“Is, is that so?”

He felt sorry for whoever would be trained by Jeok Wigang.

“Grandfather, if you’re ever in pain, please tell me anytime. I’ll heal you.”

“Thank you.”

“Well then, shall we start again now?”

 

He was persistent.

 

“Boy. Grandfather is tired. Let’s stop. Okay?”

“Aren’t you disappointed? I heard you go around singing that you’re bored and lonely because you have no worthy opponents.”

“Who said that? I’m not lonely at all. And where would I have time to be bored? Do you know how hard it is to manage Heavenly Martial City? I’m busy.”

“Really? Did I hear wrong?”

“Of course! Isn’t that right, Younger Brother?”

“Huh? But older brother, don’t you always tell me that you’re lonely because you have no worthy opponents, asking if I know the loneliness of an absolute being…”

 

Jeok Mugun had somehow approached Geum Hwangryeok and covered his mouth with his hand.

 

‘Don’t butt in.’

 

When he whispered quietly with eyes full of killing intent, Geum Hwangryeok quickly shut his mouth.

It was surprising.

Jeok Mugun was seriously trying to avoid sparring with Jeok Wigang.

 

“I understand. If Grandfather wants it that much, I’ll stop here.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Hahaha. Thank you. Shall we go finish what we were drinking? I sobered up completely, so I’m thinking of alcohol again.”

“Sure. That alcohol we were drinking earlier was really delicious.”

“Right? The warehouse is full of it. Drink as much as you want.”

“Really? Let’s go, Grandfather.”

“Alright!”

 

Watching Jeok Mugun excitedly take Jeok Wigang down after he said he’d stop the sparring, Geum Hwangryeok shook his head.

 

“Even if I told other people about today’s events, no one would believe it, right?”

 

If he told them, they’d say it was nonsense and treat him like a senile old man.

He should just quietly keep it to himself.

Geum Hwangryeok’s contemplation didn’t last long due to Jeok Mugun’s interruption.

 

“Hey! Aren’t you coming? Won’t you drink?”

“Huh? I’m coming! Let’s go!”

 

Geum Hwangryeok couldn’t give up alcohol.

 

 

 

The three people came back in and raised their cups.

Amidst various conversations, Jeok Wigang spoke up.

 

“Shall I help you, Grandfather?”

“How?”

“In Heavenly Martial City, only Great-uncle Geum knows my identity, so if you put me in another department, I can check for any corruption. Like a secret inspector?”

“Hmm.”

 

Jeok Mugun stroked his beard.

 

“Is it serious enough that you need to step in?”

 

Jeok Wigang nodded.

 

“It’s just my feeling, but it seems like someone is intentionally orchestrating a plot to bring down Cheonmu Castle.”

 

If it had been anyone else, he would have dismissed it as nonsense, but since Jeok Wigang felt it, he believed it completely.

If someone was truly orchestrating a plot, then aside from Geum Hwangryeok and Jeok Wigang here, no one could be trusted.

After thinking for a moment, Jeok Mugun smiled inwardly.

 

‘This actually works out well. Since he’ll have to inherit my position anyway, it’s better if he learns about Cheonmu Castle in advance. While he’s at it, it would be even better if he builds relationships with the people of Cheonmu Castle and gains their affection.’

 

He could catch corruption, thwart the unknown enemy’s plot as Jeok Wigang sensed, and give Jeok Wigang experience with Cheonmu Castle.

Such a wonderful opportunity was being proposed directly by Jeok Wigang himself, of all people.

There was absolutely no reason to refuse this.

No, rather, he should be begging him to please do it.

 

“If you’re willing to help, this grandfather would be grateful. But won’t it interfere with your civil service examination?”

 

Jeok Mugun brought up something he didn’t really mean.

Jeok Wigang smiled and said.

 

“It’s fine. I have time until March next year.”

“Don’t you need to study?”

“It’s all in my head. I don’t mind if I fail anyway. My purpose is to tour the Central Plains after all.”

“Really? Then let me ask you a favor. Now that I think about it, there’s no one trustworthy.”

“Yes. I’ll solve Grandfather’s worries.”

“Thank you so much for caring.”

“Come on. Are we strangers? If a grandson doesn’t help his grandfather, then who will?”

“That’s right! Hahaha!”

 

Jeok Mugun laughed cheerfully and pondered where to send Jeok Wigang.

Where would corruption start first?

As he was thinking, Geum Hwangryeok spoke.

 

“How about sending him to Museong Pavilion?”

“Museong Pavilion?”

“It’s a place that nurtures Cheonmu Castle’s future, and if that place rots, it’s no different from the roots of Cheonmu Castle rotting. It’s the place where rotten things should be removed first.”

 

At Geum Hwangryeok’s words, Jeok Mugun nodded.

 

“You sometimes say chilling things. You’re right. Museong Pavilion is Cheonmu Castle’s future. It would be terrible if that place rots.”

 

Jeok Wigang asked.

 

“What does Museong Pavilion do?”

“It’s a place that nurtures Cheonmu Castle’s rising talents. Those with talent from eighteen to twenty-two years old, or children of Cheonmu Castle Leadership, enter there to receive systematic training.”

 

At Jeok Mugun’s words, Jeok Wigang nodded.

If that place truly rotted, Cheonmu Castle would have no future.

 

“Write Wigang’s letter of recommendation yourself.”

“Pardon?”

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