The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1267

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Chapter 1267

“It’s simple, really.”

Muk Hyungsa let out a hollow laugh as he regarded me.

“I’m curious how long that confidence of yours will last. I’d almost like to arrange a meeting for you.”

His lips curled upward, as if he believed my composed expression would certainly crumble the moment I encountered Cheonma’s Disciple.

“….”

I offered no response to Muk Hyungsa’s mocking words, my gaze fixed solely upon the Eden Ghosts rushing toward us.

“Uu….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer stared at Muk Hyungsa with an urgency I had never witnessed before. There was clearly a special connection between the two of them.

“Excellent!”

Muk Hyungsa stepped beside me and clapped his hands loudly.

“I’ll guide you to Cheonma’s Disciple myself. I think it’ll be entertaining to watch you two meet.”

He licked his lips eagerly at the prospect of serving as our guide.

“You wouldn’t want to waste your strength fighting these worthless fools here, would you?”

Muk Hyungsa whistled as he gazed down the mountainside alongside me.

“I know a hidden path out of here. Follow only me, and you’ll reach Cheonma’s Disciple without fighting anyone.”

He gestured for us to follow, stepping backward and wiggling his fingers in invitation.

Yet despite Muk Hyungsa’s call, neither I nor the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall moved a single finger.

Gooooooooo!

The swordmasters of Gwangpung Hall showed no interest whatsoever in Muk Hyungsa’s words, their eyes gleaming with cold killing intent as they fixed their gaze upon the Eden Ghosts ascending the mountain.

“What…?”

Muk Hyungsa furrowed his brow as he observed the swordmasters of Gwangpung Hall.

“We could pass without fighting, yet you truly wish to engage?”

He exhaled sharply, bewildered by Gwangpung Hall’s incomprehensible stance.

“Hold your tongue.”

Burren Zigheart turned to face Muk Hyungsa, his brow creasing with displeasure.

“The Acting Head of House has not spoken a single word.”

He gestured for Muk Hyungsa to silence himself, indicating the man spoke far too much.

“We could pass without fighting?”

Martha twisted her lips as she regarded Muk Hyungsa.

“Are you insane? We have the chance to fight—why would we simply pass by? Of course we fight!”

She drew her blade with savage delight, as though relishing the prospect.

“Not a single one…”

Lunan Slion lifted Seolhwa, her eyes radiating glacial coldness.

“…shall lay a hand upon us.”

She nodded with the conviction that not even a fingertip of Gwangpung Hall’s swordmasters would escape unscathed.

“Truly, these senseless fools confound me.”

Muk Hyungsa blinked in disbelief at Gwangpung Hall’s response, which deviated entirely from his expectations.

“B-but Raon hasn’t said anything yet.”

Dorian’s hand trembled as he gripped his sword, yet he refused to retreat from the cliff’s edge.

“We follow only Raon’s words. Even if it means death, we fight if he commands it.”

His voice wavered with tension, but his feet remained planted without yielding an inch.

“That’s the spirit! You’ve finally come to your senses!”

Crain patted Dorian’s back vigorously, nodding his head with enthusiasm.

“With that man here, what is there to fear?”

He stamped his feet, declaring that as long as he stood beside Raon, he had nothing to dread.

Kuuuuung!

The other swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall likewise refused to even glance at Muk Hyungsa, their resolve fixed solely on following Raon’s command.

“Madmen….”

Muk Hyungsa swallowed dryly, bewildered by their audacity.

“But that’s exactly why I like them more. I should stay as well!”

His eyes gleamed with unexpected delight as he gazed at Raon, finding the current state of Gwangpung Hall far more appealing than before.

“We came here to exact a blood price from Eden.”

I stood at the cliff’s edge and lifted my chin with arrogant resolve.

“To flee now would make us no better than thieves. There is no retreat. We push forward directly to where Cheonma’s Disciple awaits.”

I had no trust in Muk Hyungsa, so his proposal held no weight from the start.
I commanded them to break through the Eden Ghosts and advance straight to the building where Cheonma’s Disciple resided, then drew the Heavenly Sword.

Chiiiiing!

As I swept the Heavenly Sword downward with fluid grace, crimson flames bloomed from the blade like phoenix wings, streaking across the sky to strike the Eden Ghosts that had pursued Gwangpung Hall to their very feet.

“W-what…?!”
“Such swordcraft cannot possibly exist…!”
“Krraaaaaaagh!”

The Eden Executives wearing the helms of trolls, ogres, and gargoyles had their torsos cleaved in half by Raon’s blade. They tumbled helplessly from the cliff they had struggled to ascend, their corpses spilling blood like a downpour upon the Eden Ghosts attempting to climb below.

“Three of them… felled by a single strike?”
“You’re… far too swift…!”
“That’s not human swordplay!”
“Uuugh…!”

The Eden Ghosts froze mid-climb, their bodies trembling as they beheld Raon’s blade—brutal yet flawless. The moment they glimpsed his crimson eyes, a chill ran through them, and their entire frames shuddered.

“Those who obstruct our path…!”

I raised the Heavenly Sword, blazing crimson, and leveled it at the Eden Executives frozen upon the cliff.

“May be slain without hesitation.”

I lowered my chin calmly, issuing an order that could spark all-out war with Eden itself.

“We obey the Interim Head of House.”
“We obey your command!”

Beginning with Burren’s response, the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen cried out their obedience and charged down the cliff.

“Do not obstruct the path of Zigheart.”
“You heard him? Kill them all!”

Burren’s wind-borne blade severed the sorcerer in the frozen Nol mask from the right, while Martha, having misheard Raon’s words, let out a fierce cry and bisected the swordsman wearing the orc helm with her blade.

“Let’s move!”
“Crush them all!”
“The Sword Master stands at our backs!”

Emboldened by Raon’s, Burren’s, and Martha’s prowess, the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen surged down the cliff and met the Eden Ghosts head-on. Though this was undoubtedly Eden’s Headquarters, the resolve to fight and prevail burned far more fiercely in the hearts of the Zigheart swordsmen.

“Haaah…!”

As Lunan exhaled a frigid breath and unleashed Seolhwa, frost blooming from the sword’s edge scattered like wind-swept petals, forming a shield that protected Gwangpung’s forces while simultaneously freezing the limbs of Eden Ghosts.
She, befitting her status as Gwangpung’s second transcendent, crushed her enemies with peerless brutality while perfectly safeguarding her allies.

“This is easier than I expected?”

Crain sliced through one of the Eden Ghosts blocking his path, his voice tinged with amazement.

“R-right? Is this really Eden’s Headquarters…?”

Dorian blinked in confusion, bewildered by how easily the path opened before them—far simpler than anticipated.

“Because the real ones haven’t appeared yet.”

I walked along the path Gwangpung had carved open, nodding calmly.

“These are merely fakes sent by the genuine executives.”

The true strength of these masked and helmeted ghosts assaulting Gwangpung’s forces was no different from the stronger among Eden’s lower-ranked warriors—the Red Ghost Soldiers and Green Ghost Soldiers.
They were merely channeling special power from what was called the Eastern Mountain Base, Eden’s true headquarters, to display executive-class strength.

“Exactly right!”

Muk Hyungsa clapped his hands in agreement.

“Those are fake executives—Red Ghost Soldiers and Green Ghost Soldiers wearing low-grade masks and helmets. The formation installed here at the Eastern Mountain Base merely amplified their power.”

He looked at me as if asking how I had discerned this truth.

“I simply observed.”

I shook my head calmly.

‘Now the world reveals itself to me as it truly is.’

Having transcended transcendence itself, with the Ring of Fire ascending to its tenth constellation, the flow of the world felt tangible in my grasp. The moment I entered this place, I perceived everything—the role of the formation installed throughout the Eastern Mountain Base, and the true level of every enemy before me.

“You really are a true monster!”

Muk Hyungsa’s lips curled upward, his expression brightening with genuine delight.

“Excellent! Let’s go!”

He charged forward alongside Gwangpung, trampling Eden Ghosts underfoot as though he himself belonged to Zigheart.

“What are you doing?”

I furrowed my brow as I watched Muk Hyungsa assault Eden’s forces.

“As I said, these creatures are Green Ghost Soldiers and Red Ghost Soldiers who fear no death. They won’t retreat anyway, so I’m simply helping you save time.”

Muk Hyungsa declared he would fight alongside Zigheart and rushed forward.

-This guy is genuinely insane.

Wrath let out an exasperated laugh.

-I understand offering guidance, but why is he attacking our own forces?

He shook his head, unable to comprehend why Muk Hyungsa was beating back and driving away Eden Ghosts.

‘Indeed.’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Muk Hyungsa suppress the Eden Ghosts with his hand strikes.

‘I can’t fathom his intentions.’

Muk Hyungsa’s power currently exceeded the intermediate level of transcendence. He was undoubtedly one of the few formidable warriors in existence, yet he posed no threat to me. I couldn’t understand what gave him such confidence to act so leisurely.

“Ugh, uuugh….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer chased after Muk Hyungsa’s back, his lips trembling violently. His emotions seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

“Do you know that man?”

I narrowed my eyes at the Bearwolf Sorcerer. Normally I would have simply ignored him, but since he was making it obvious he recognized Muk Hyungsa, my curiosity was now piqued.

“Hmm….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer didn’t answer immediately, instead biting down hard on his trembling lips.

“If you don’t wish to speak, then don’t.”

Suspecting the Bearwolf Sorcerer wouldn’t answer even if I asked, I ignored him and followed the path of blood that the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen had opened.

Kugugugugugu!

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen descended the mountain, maintaining their Gwangpung sword formation and effortlessly cutting down the Eden Ghosts as if harvesting apples.

“I… there…”

It was the moment the Bearwolf Sorcerer approached me and struggled to part his lips.

[Withdraw!]

A tremendous resonance echoed from atop the White Tower. At that terrifying cry laden with murderous intent, not only the Eden Ghosts but even the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen froze in place.

“So you finally make your move.”

Muk Hyungsa chuckled softly as he brushed the blood from his shoes.

“Your choice appears to have been the correct one.”

He nodded, acknowledging that Cheonma’s Disciple had begun to act.

[Open the way!]

Cheonma’s Disciple issued a resonance commanding them to open a path—no longer to fight Gwangpung Hall, but to withdraw.

Whoooosh!

The Eden Ghosts, compelled to obey Cheonma’s Disciple’s command, opened a path while maintaining a thick murderous aura, distancing themselves far from the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“An invitation to enter, then.”

I nodded calmly and walked down the brightly opened main street of Eden.

“Huu…”
“Tsk! Still insufficient!”

Burren maintained his tension, gripping his sword tightly as he followed Raon, while Martha clicked her tongue in disappointment at being unable to continue the fight.

“….”

Lunan Slion held Seolhwa in his arms as if he would protect everyone no matter what, spreading a chilling aura of killing intent.

“Whether it’s someone opening a path from within the inner sanctum or someone charging directly into enemy territory….”

Muk Hyungsa’s lips trembled as his gaze alternated between the White Tower and Raon.

“A festival of madmen, indeed!”

He chuckled with arms crossed, finding the situation utterly amusing.

“….”

Raon didn’t respond to Muk Hyungsa’s words and simply walked deeper into Eden’s Headquarters, which was composed entirely of White Towers.

‘This place is certainly different.’

They were all formidable warriors.

The moment I stepped into Eden’s Headquarters, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The spectral figures now surrounding me and Gwangpung Hall were genuine Eden Executives, each radiating a heavy, oppressive aura.
While they possessed extraordinary talent to begin with, the formations installed throughout this land seemed to amplify their martial prowess beyond their actual cultivation level.

“Hmm….”
“The air is heavy.”
“So this is the real deal.”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall, sensing that these were indeed genuine Eden Executives, didn’t relax their vigilance and steadied their momentum.

‘However….’

I exhaled briefly.

‘The monsters still haven’t appeared.’

The transcendent beings of Eden who existed at the top layer of the White Tower remained motionless in their positions, merely observing from above. The fact that they hadn’t revealed themselves thus far suggested there was a reason they couldn’t move.
The fact that it didn’t reveal itself to this extent suggested there might be a reason why it couldn’t move.

‘Now that I think about it, the Tower’s appearance is quite unusual.’

The landscape within Eden Headquarters was a mystical place where the White Tower and Forest harmonized beautifully, and each tower bore distinctly different patterns carved into its surface. Some depicted monster horns, teeth, and claws, while others showed swords and axes—making it impossible to discern the exact meaning of each symbol.

‘Could it be related to formations…?’

I narrowed my eyes as I speculated about Eden’s circumstances.

Kuuuuung!

A violent tremor erupted from the tallest tower standing at Eden’s center. A gate carved with the head of a dragon bearing ten horns swung open, and from within emerged the slender figure of Inyoung.

Thud!

With heavy, commanding footsteps that dominated the space, a woman appeared, her hair as black as ink billowing behind her.
She wore a helmet carved with the visage of an incomparably beautiful woman, and upon her brow rested a laurel wreath woven from vibrant living leaves.
Her bearing and presence resembled that of a sacred goddess.

“Welcome to Eden.”

Within the beautiful helmet, eyes as red as molten lava blazed with intensity.

“Sword Master Raon Zigheart.”

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