The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 73

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Chapter 73

 

Even after scattering sword energy that exceeded common sense levels like sword qi, Cheongun casually shook off his sword as if nothing had happened.

 

The wind pressure created by that casual shake was enough to gouge the ground deeply.

 

As if crushing an insect underfoot.

 

His indifferent expression was like looking at a bug that had been trampled to death by chance.

 

“Successor. What in the world is this supposed to mean?”

 

The expression of the Seven Great Demonic Cultivator who had accompanied him hardened instantly.

 

He had expected this.

 

That it wouldn’t be easy.

 

But hadn’t this exceeded the scope of those expectations?

 

They had set out in pursuit after hearing he was Geomma’s disciple, but just when had he taken him in for someone so young to already reach such a level?

 

“…What is the problem?”

 

Cheonyugjong could only say this despite knowing full well what the problem was.

 

“Successor. One’s head must always remain cool.”

 

The current Cheonyugjong was anything but rational.

 

Pressure and feelings of inferiority had combined to interfere with normal judgment and thinking.

 

“What would you have me do? Are you telling me to turn back now?”

 

They were already in checkmate.

 

While returning might not be impossible, there was no way Cheongun, who showed no signs of fatigue despite unleashing such powerful energy, would just let them be.

 

The morale of the others had already hit rock bottom.

 

Capturing one young disciple of Geomma.

 

They had thought it would be a relatively easy mission, but they were now learning firsthand that the reality was nothing like that.

 

“Turn back? To where?”

 

Right.

 

Especially when Cheongun looked like he had no intention of letting them go.

 

It wasn’t just words either.

 

Cheongun slowly walked toward where Cheonyugjong and the Seven Great Demonic Cultivator were, sword in hand.

 

Particularly slowly.

 

As if he wanted to feel the texture of this land with his feet, each step was careful and cautious.

 

These weren’t simple footsteps.

 

With each step he took, waves of internal energy spread outward from where his toes touched the ground.

 

This was one of Cheongun’s methods for maximizing his qi perception.

 

Even those whose presence couldn’t be felt, as long as their two legs were touching the ground, their location could be determined.

 

“Deploy the Cheonhwa Formation.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

This was Singyeo’s joint formation, designed to face a single master.

 

It was different from ordinary joint formations.

 

Unlike formations that sealed and suppressed an opponent’s movements, the Cheonhwa Formation’s sole purpose was annihilation.

 

And it was a ruthlessly evil formation that sacrificed half the personnel forming it in the process.

 

Along with the double-layered formation, Cheonyugjong also approached Cheongun.

 

The Seven Great Demonic Cultivator joined as well.

 

“We’ll settle this here.”

 

“I’ll join the attack.”

 

“I’m counting on it.”

 

Not with the mindset of facing someone who hadn’t yet reached adulthood, but with the mindset of facing a disciple of Geomma, who had been called the greatest sword of the Demonic Sect.

 

Cheonyugjong’s internal energy also began to circulate gradually, its form flowing out through his sword.

 

The Seven Great Demonic Cultivator was the same.

 

The only one among the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators who supported Cheonyugjong.

 

Hwanghwondoma, named so because his blade resembled the light of twilight.

 

Considering that Hwanghwondoma’s epithet had changed to Hyeolhondoma after the Jeongma Great War, he was certainly a master.

 

‘How regrettable…’

 

He should be crossing swords with people like these more often.

 

With his plans greatly disrupted at the moment, there was no telling what might happen to Mawi.

 

The day he had dealt with Pokdanma.

 

Among the Seven Great Demonic Cultivators that Cheongun had seen, several had been absent from their posts at some point.

 

While time wasn’t on anyone’s side in the current battle, time was always precious to Cheongun.

 

Though much less time remained than expected, dealing with matters in the Demonic Sect had also taken considerable time.

 

Before the distance from Mawi grew any greater, he had to deal with all of them and follow.

 

‘Finally, I can unfold my sword to my heart’s content.’

 

It felt like shackles on his hands and feet had been released.

 

Though Cheongun knew he had to quickly follow Mawi, he also hoped they would hold out for a long time.

 

Embracing that contradiction, Cheongun’s sword finally began to unleash what had been restrained and controlled until now.

 

“Palyu Sword Style, Fourth Form.”

 

While Cheonyugjong and Hwanghwondoma’s internal energy was gradually building up, Cheongun was completely the opposite.

 

Thanks to his emotionless gaze and attitude, Cheongun always seemed to overflow with composure.

 

So his internal energy should also follow suit, moving leisurely and at ease, but this time was different.

 

Internal energy circulated instantly like a fierce storm sweeping through.

 

“True Flow”

 

The name of a technique signifies the meaning contained within the sword.

 

The fourth form of Palyu Sword Style, True Flow, was a sword that sought the true current.

 

Here, the true current was merely a verbal truth.

 

What Cheongun wanted to believe.

 

And what he actually believed.

 

Regardless of sincerity, that became the truth.

 

“…Truly inhuman.”

 

This was Hwanghwondoma’s assessment.

 

He had seen countless swords until now, but this was the first time he’d seen such a strange sword.

 

Even when he had seen Geomma’s sword, it wasn’t to this degree.

 

He didn’t know about power, but in terms of internal energy circulation, it was certainly not inferior.

 

True Flow.

 

He didn’t know what the true current meant, but even the name of the technique was extraordinary.

 

It was excessively short.

 

Simply in terms of length, given the weight that a technique’s name carries, it might seem somewhat light.

 

But what began to appear made such thoughts completely disappear.

 

It was a flow of internal energy that seemed impossible to exist.

 

Seeming tangled together yet showing consistency.

 

Contradiction itself was contained in Cheongun’s sword, and there was something subtly different about Cheongun’s gaze from before.

 

What did those eyes contain?

 

It was a gaze as difficult to grasp as the internal energy contained in his sword.

 

Aren’t the eyes said to be windows that contain the heart?

 

In that sense, what Cheongun’s gaze contained was nothingness and emptiness.

 

It contained nothingness and emptiness.

 

Could this truly be called containing something?

 

“Soul Blade Technique, Third Form.”

 

“Heavenly God Sword Technique, Second Form.”

 

Admiration ends here.

 

The very fact that he had fallen into admiration even briefly in the moment of battle was remarkable.

 

“Soul Agent Demon Blade”

 

“Sura Heaven Sword”

 

The techniques of Cheonyugjong and Hwanghwondoma unfold simultaneously.

 

If their coordination wasn’t perfect, this kind of joint attack could actually backfire.

 

However, these two knew each other well.

 

They knew where and how each other’s techniques would flow and move, and they also understood their power and purpose.

 

A joint attack like one body would produce more than double the original power.

 

Cheonjeokha simply fell short in talent compared to Cheongsoso.

 

But who wouldn’t be a genius in their own right?

 

Though he bore the title of Hwanghwon (Twilight), the “do” in Hwanghwondoma’s path wasn’t hun (, dusk).

 

It was hun (, soul).

 

The internal energy of Hwanghwondoma, both red and yellow like twilight, felt warm and cozy like that light, but this was a grave misconception for those seeing it for the first time.

 

It was the last light shown before deep darkness arrives.

 

No one who had witnessed his path and faced that darkness had ever survived until now.

 

Yes, what felt warm and cozy was like the final tranquility one feels before meeting eternal rest.

 

“I’ve seen enough of brats overflowing with nothing but internal energy!”

 

And simultaneously, Cheonyugjong’s sword also aimed for Cheongun’s heart.

 

The Cheonsin Sword Style was originally a sword technique learned in Maryeongdong, but it changed starting from a certain point.

 

And Cheonyugjong was precisely that starting point.

 

Upon reaching mastery of the Cheonsin Sword Style, one could achieve perfect harmony between offense and defense.

 

Ordinary techniques have these clearly distinguished.

 

Techniques for attack and techniques for defense.

 

And techniques for evasion and escape, and so on.

 

However, mastering the Cheonsin Sword Style had the tremendous advantage of unifying the offense and defense of all these techniques.

 

Since they were going all out from the beginning, it could be said that using the most powerful techniques was correct.

 

But Hwanghwondoma would handle that, while Cheonyugjong would simultaneously handle even the defense that Hwanghwondoma had abandoned.

 

Two completely different internal energies met at one point, but rather than canceling each other out, they began to amplify.

 

The path of the eve before rest and the dark demonic energy that perfectly supported it.

 

Looking simply at the unity of power and offense-defense, the joint attack of Cheonyugjong and Hwanghwondoma was more powerful.

 

The two internal energies that achieved unity began to clash with Cheongun’s internal energy that had been one from the beginning.

 

“…?”

 

“What…”

 

Not yet, the result was still unknown.

 

But how could such unpredictable things unfold before their eyes?

 

Despite clearly being a clash of massive internal energies, there was no explosive sound, no roar.

 

Even the aftermath couldn’t be felt.

 

It felt so mild that even third-rate warriors’ swords clashing would seem more intense.

 

The premonition wasn’t good.

 

A stronger, more massive, more powerful force meeting a lesser one and achieving nothing.

 

“…Close the formation!”

 

“The opponent is defenseless!”

 

Bad premonitions and unexpected situations.

 

These two meant variables, and people tend to become impatient in the face of variables.

 

Ordering to close the double formation meant attacking with the resolve to die together with Cheongun.

 

“Attack!!”

 

The formation began closing like one body.

 

Was Cheongun defenseless?

 

Strictly speaking, it could be seen that way.

 

Having achieved perfect unity and simultaneously containing the mysteries of offense and defense.

 

Moreover, as if intending to end it in one strike, the amount of internal energy was beyond imagination.

 

However, the sword technique Cheongun deployed was Palyu (Breaking Flow), and specifically the technique of Jinyu (True Flow).

 

The opponent wasn’t suitable.

 

This couldn’t be explained with just those words.

 

Because the opponent was like this, Cheongun had chosen this sword technique and move, and if the opponent had been different, he would have chosen different techniques.

 

“Pa (Break).”

 

Why did he appear defenseless?

 

It was the process of understanding Jinyu (True Flow) through Palyu (Breaking Flow).

 

It was never an easy task.

 

Understanding the flow was the same as grasping the true meaning of techniques.

 

How many could comprehend the true meaning of martial techniques they’d never seen before in this single moment?

 

Only when that true meaning was finally grasped did the mysteries of Palyu become the foundation of Jinyu.

 

And Cheongun had been grasping part of the flow even before the two internal energies achieved unity.

 

“Jin (True).”

 

With that single word, Cheongun’s toes touched the ground.

 

Then the internal energy he had spread out earlier began gathering instantly.

 

Uh, watch out for the trembling!”

 

“Is, is it an earthquake?”

 

Though it was brief trembling, it was enough to make their movements hesitate.

 

“Palyu Sword Style (Breaking Flow Sword Style), Fifth Form.”

 

Cheongun perfectly understood and controlled the two forces through the process of breaking and truth.

 

Such was Cheongun’s sword tip pointed toward the ground.

 

Unlike the breaking pa he had shattered, the fifth form of Palyu Sword Style was the spreading pa .

 

The sword tip that had pointed toward the ground touched the floor as carefully as setting down a teacup full of tea.

 

“Palyu (Wave Flow).”

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