Becoming the Swordmaster Rank Young Lord of the Sichuan Tang Family Chapter 283

Episode 282. Cheongmyeong

━Cheongmyeong-ah, I have to entrust you with a very difficult task.

The sleeping dragon of the Hwasan faction flew backwards and crashed down hard. At that moment, he remembered his master’s words. He confidently nodded, telling him not to worry, that this disciple was also a proper swordsman of the Hwasan faction, but Geomhwa could not erase the worry about his disciple from his eyes until the very end.

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“Priest. Cheongmyeong is the future of the sect. Do you understand?”

“Don’t worry, my lord. I will take care of it as if it were my own life. And don’t you think we just need to buy some time until the disciples can lead the Hwaeumhyeon people and retreat? Maybe we can escape without encountering the two extreme demon masters, the King of Hell Demon and the Demon of the Talmyung Fist?”

“No. They immediately left the line after hearing the news of Magwangcheonju’s victory. They must be trying to catch the main sect by its heels. Isn’t Sungsan, where Shaolin is located, just a stone’s throw away from here? If anything, they must be trying to completely cut off the lifeline of Hwasan, even if it means borrowing Magwangcheonju’s help. In fact, there is a high chance that they will arrive earlier than expected. Depending on their lightness, they can reach the main mountain faster than I can reach Jongnam. That means we can face them before the sun sets.”

“If they are planning on a showdown with Jangmun Sajeo, they won’t waste too much energy on lightness. They can’t even guess how long they will have to keep their energy flowing. On the contrary, they might slow down near the volcano.”

“Yes. If that were the case, it would be perfect, but… … . Remember that the situation is so bad that the main faction has already decided to retreat. If you happen to encounter them, do not force yourself and lead them into a long-term battle. Priest. I will return as soon as my servant’s business is finished.”

After conversing with her disciple, Plum Blossom Gentleman Ok-Yang, Hwasan Geomhwa (華山劍花) Ok-Yeon left to save Jong-Nam.

This was a part that Cheongmyeong couldn’t help but have some doubts about.

The current situation is that the Samunin Hwasan is in danger. Even though the person from Jongnam was crying and bowing his head to ask for help, considering Jangmun Okyeon’s usual attitude when mentioning Jongnam, it is really hard to understand why she decided to go and save Jongnam.

However, Cheongmyeong did not bother to ask any questions.

Okyeon, who had always said that he was a sleeping dragon and had never let him go on external missions, finally trusted him and entrusted him with the work. The reason why she left him and Okyang in Hwasan, leaving the other elders aside, was clear. Only those who had reached the level of Jo Hwa Gyeong, which was also an unparalleled state, could deal with the peerless demons of the extreme realm.

Cheongmyeong thought. If he proves his skills this time, won’t his future activities be relatively freer? Also, if he faces the peerless masters of the magic arts who have reached the extreme, he might gain some enlightenment.

“The two of them weren’t originally on such a bad terms.”

As soon as Ok-yeon’s presence disappeared, Ok-yang spoke. As if she had guessed the doubts Cheong-myeong had.

“They acknowledge each other as their rivals, and at one time they were called the two sides of the same dragon and peak. They also participated in various events together. Although their relationship grew distant due to the heated competition caused by friendly competition, Hwasan and Jongnam are not enemies. They are both bulwarks who walk the same path, so if they are in a truly dangerous situation, it is only right to help them.”

“But Jongnam didn’t come to help the main faction. He must have heard the news of the painter’s expedition.”

“Yes. It is true that during that time, Hwasan and Jongnam were so focused on their sect pride and petty interests that they could not easily cooperate and gave room for the growth of the Demonic Way. However, that was because Hwasan and Jongnam were particularly strong and influential in the six sects. Providing help that the other party did not want could also cause new conflicts, so it would have been difficult for Jongnam to readily extend a hand.

“… … .”

“Didn’t this private tutor visit Jongnam just before? The Jongnam faction’s long text… … His Majesty clearly responded positively to the request to send support to the main faction. Of course, I don’t know if he still longed for his private tutor and made that decision… … .”

“yes?”

Cheongmyeong asked back with a look of what that meant. Who is in love with whom right now…?

“No. That came out of nowhere.”

Hmm━ Ok-yang coughed in vain, turned her head away from Cheong-myeong’s gaze, and opened her mouth again.

“Anyway, I hope that this incident will be an opportunity for the two factions to restore their relationship. I think Jang Moon-nim also made his decision to go to Jongnam with similar thoughts.”

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The thoughts that flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern ended there.

Cheongmyeong immediately stood up. There was no time to hesitate. At this moment, Sasuk Okyang would be exchanging attacks and defenses with the guys. Fortunately, thanks to the internal energy armor called Hosin Ganggi, he was not seriously injured.

‘… … My spirit almost broke. What kind of fist was that?’

In the end, Master Okyeon’s words were right.

Two extreme horse masters leading the Hwasisega forces northward━

King of Hell’s Sword (閻王魔刀) Bukgung Hyeon

Baek Li-cheong, the Demon of Stealing Fist

They were said to have broken ranks and were running, but they arrived at the volcano around sunset, scattering a tremendous amount of magical energy waves throughout the surrounding area.

━Hwasangeomhwa, come down immediately and handle this Bukgunghyeon sword!

The voice was so loud that it seemed as if it contained so much energy. The voice shouted from the foot of the mountain could almost reach the Hwasanpa Pavilion located at the top.

━Let’s go down. Unless the senses have been greatly expanded, they won’t know that the main disciples have already descended.

Ok-yang said that and flew her body while deliberately releasing a large wave of air. By letting the opponent know that she was coming, she was able to induce them to not make any hasty moves. It was a skillful move worthy of Jeong-pa Myeong-suk.

Cheongmyeong also followed in Sasuk’s footsteps, creating a stir as a peerless master.

Phew━

A sudden gust of wind tousled my hair and the hem of my uniform, and at the same time, the familiar mountain scenery was pushed back behind me.

Even if the volcano is quite high, it is a secret technique and lightness of a peerless master to cover a distance of several dozen chapters in one step.

This was the reason why the descent and the face-to-face encounter with the enemy took place in one breath.

━What’s wrong with you?

━There are only men. Where is the sword?

The one who had been gossiping was the owner of the loud voice right before that – Bukgung Hyeon. He was a peerless swordsman with the nickname of Yeomwangmado (閻王魔刀).

So the one I mentioned earlier must have been Baek Lee-cheong, the Demon of Stealing Fist. Of course, this wasn’t a matter of voice, but of the way the two of them looked. They both wore expensive silk, but the figure who was presumed to be Bukgung Hyeon was carrying a long and narrow sword. On the other hand, the one who seemed to be Baek Lee-cheong had his sleeves tied tightly so that they wouldn’t flap unnecessarily, so anyone could tell that he was a martial artist. The threatening, sharp shape of his freely hanging fist also showed that he was a martial artist who had trained tirelessly.

Meanwhile.

Ok-yang opened her mouth, stopping Cheong-myeong with one hand from taking a stride in response to the word ‘Aesong-i’.

━The head of the main branch is not a person with enough leisure to respond to the calls of the scoundrels one by one.

━I heard there are two peerless swordsmen in the volcano. It must be you, Plum Blossom Gentleman Okyang. However, I have not come here to spare my strength to join hands with the likes of you. Call Geomhwa right now. I want to compete with her in perfect condition.

King of Hell, Bukgung Hyeon, muttered while scratching his chin without even drawing his sword. For a peerless swordsman, his posture was extremely defenseless.

However, Cheongmyeong had no choice but to hold his breath, keeping his hand on the sword so that he could draw it at any time.

Even while he was talking leisurely, straight energy waves were shooting out intermittently from the Demon King of Hell. At the moment, it was just an energy wave, but I had a gut feeling that it would transform into a sword energy at any moment if he harbored murderous intentions. Could this be a sign that his Taoist method had reached its peak and was about to transform into the state of the unconscious?

━Wait a minute. That’s weird.

━What do you mean?

King of Hell’s horse, Bukgung Hyeon, asked about the words of Baekri Cheong, the horse that has been given the title of Talmyung Kwon.

━That kid is a peerless swordsman of Hwasan who is still unknown to the world. It must not have been long since he ascended to the level of Hwasan. He is a true talent who will lead Hwasan in the future, but Jangmun sent us only with Plum Blossom Gentleman even though he knew we were coming… …?

Even though he knew it could be his death, Baekricheong continued to talk like that, cracking his neck and speaking with a confident expression.

━Hwasan Jangmun Geomhwa Okyeon, she must be absent for some reason.

━… … !

Ok-yang couldn’t hide the wavering in her eyes. And Cheong-myeong, who was not as experienced, showed an even more flustered expression.

There was no way that King of Hell and the Demon of the Underworld would miss that sight. Without a word, the two greatly expanded their senses. They wanted to confirm whether there was someone who looked like a blacksmith at the top of the volcano.

Immediately after.

Bukgung Hyeon opened his eyes slightly and said.

━How absurd. Did the swordsman run away with his disciples? It doesn’t look like there’s even a single baby ant left.

━You couldn’t have gone far. Otherwise, there would be no reason to have you guard this place. You must be planning on shaking off our pursuit.

━No way. The volcano will be destroyed today. Follow Shaolin quietly.

━… … Draw your sword, Cheongmyeong.

Ok-yang did not respond to the enemy’s words any longer and prepared for battle. As soon as he drew his sword, flames burst out from his beloved sword. It was the mark of a peerless swordsman—the swordsman’s mark.

━Finish it quickly. As I get older, my night vision gets worse.

King Yeomma also glanced at the sky and said, “It was a kind of warning. I will decide the outcome before darkness falls.”

━Aesong-ah. Do you know how to refine your energy?

The Talmyeongkwonma Baekricheong approached Cheongmyeong as he spoke. What was strange was that every time he clenched and unclenched his fist, his upper body, including his forearms, would rapidly swell. The swollen muscles were far beyond what a person could achieve through training, and the magic martial arts that originally accumulated retrograde energy and deepened their achievements often had functions that went beyond the common sense. It was not something to be strange about.

━If you call me a bitch one more time, I’ll rip your mouth off.

Cheongmyeong growled as he set the blade of his sword on fire. He had already reached the level of harmony a year ago, but the elders of the clan, including his master Geomhwa, had always treated him like a child left at the water’s edge. He could tolerate the elders of the clan, whom he had known since he was young, treating him like that, but it was hard to tolerate the way the demon, whom he had never seen before, looked down on him.

But despite Qingming’s threat, Baekricheong just smiled and spoke.

━The little bird is quite cute. What else can you call a baby bird if you don’t call it a baby bird?

That was the beginning of the engagement.

Cheongmyeong, who had raised his sword with all his might, rushed forward, and Okyang moved in a semicircle, aiming for Yeomwangmado Bukgunghyeon.

Baek Li-cheong indifferently watched Cheong-myeong closing in on him, then swung his sword. Before he knew it, his fist was covered in a dark blue fist.

Kwaang━!

A loud noise erupted that was hard to imagine as a clash between a fist made of flesh and a sword with a thin blade.

In that way, Cheongmyeong flew backwards as fast as he had rushed in and crashed down.