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Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 24
Chapter 112: The Lazy Man, Despair (4)
'What the heck is this?'
Cheonryu Sword's eyes were filled with shock.
immobility.
Once you take root, you won't be shaken by external forces. That was the truth that Cheonryu Sword had reached throughout his life.
But now that truth was crumbling.
Wei Yanhu's sword strikes him down without a second thought.
Kwaaaaaaaang!
The moment the swords clash, an explosive sound erupts.
A tingling wrist and a shaking inside.
My bones feel like they're going to break. My danjeon feels like it's shaking.
'It's impossible.'
This is absolutely impossible.
Wi Yeon-ho's sword was swift. But the moment the swords clashed, it transformed into a fierce sword.
I already knew that much.
But the more I exchanged swords, the more something changed.
The concept of 'fast but strong' is changing to 'fast and strong'.
The subtleties of pleasure and defeat, which had been changing in segments, begin to become intertwined.
Just as the ocean accepts all the rivers that flow into it, the river of pleasure and the river of defeat merge into one in the vast ocean of the sword.
'It's impossible!'
This is ridiculous.
If the art of the sword could be mixed like wine mixed with water, why would the world divide the dispositions of swordsmen? Why would they define the trends of swordsmanship?
Everything is just a sword.
Since human ability cannot contain all tendencies within the sword, it is necessary to divide them all.
But what is this black thing?
“Ugh.”
A twisted moan escaped Cheonryu Geom's lips. In an instant, Wei Yanhu's sword, which had occupied the entire 108 districts of the world, swept across his entire body.
The pole of change.
But within it, I sense an incredible weight. Each sword possesses a weight that could crush and even shatter a rock. One hundred and eight such swords fly at once.
I can't even breathe.
The lungs are compressed and the skin is torn off.
The sleeves of his clothes literally crumbled under the terrible pressure, exposing his bare arms.
'How is this possible? How on earth?'
It's not something you can call a new sword.
This was a sword completely different from anything I'd seen before.
'What on earth was my effort?'
I was in a state of panic. My head felt like it was going blank.
He dedicated his life to mastering every sword in the world. But now, looking at Wei Yanhu's sword, all his efforts feel meaningless.
What the hell is this?
Everything was in Wei Yanhu's sword.
The sword of the North Sea, the sword of the West, the sword of the South Sea… …all were inside the sword of Wei Yanhu.
All the swords in the world.
All those swords are now contained in that little sword.
All swords.
'All swords?'
The eyes of the Thousand-Ryu Sword waver.
A sword that contains all the swords in the world.
that…….
“Ma, Man-geom?”
Old memories come to mind in Cheonryu Geom's mind.
* * *
“Are you back?”
Cheonryu Geom quietly gazed at his older brother. He was the head of the Ten Thousand Swords and the lord of Baekgeomseong. He was a swordsman of unparalleled caliber, unmatched by anyone else.
Although born of the same bloodline, his brother was not someone he could dare judge. If the blood of the Mangeombaekga symbolized strength, then his brother was the one who carried that blood most deeply. The Mangeombaekga blood that had fallen upon him would have passed to his brother, leaving behind only a residue.
“It was a long trip.”
“Did you see it?”
“Not yet, not yet.”
"I see."
His brother nodded quietly.
"older brother."
“Speak.”
“Brother, why don’t you try out the world’s greatest swords?”
“…….”
Cheonryu Sword's voice was firm.
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"I know full well that I'm not worthy of discussing your sword. I also know full well that, in your eyes, I'm just a child throwing a tantrum."
"You underestimate yourself. I've never once underestimated you, never once thought you were inferior. You, too, are a worthy swordsman of the Hundred Schools."
"Thank you. So, let me say something. There are countless swords in the world. Some are monstrous, others are vicious. There are faithful swords, and there are free swords. Yes, brother. There are countless swords in the world. So, why do you want to see the world from here? At least, if you seek the ten thousand swords, shouldn't you see more swords?"
A warm smile.
His brother's response to his slightly sharp words was a smile. It was like watching a child rebel against his parents, yet filled with affection.
Yeah, that's the kind of smile it is.
“Has the darkness deepened?”
“I don’t know if it’s gotten deeper, but I think it’s gotten wider.”
"I see."
"older brother."
“Don’t rush me so much.”
His brother shook his head quietly.
"How can there be only one path to climb a mountain? There are hundreds of paths. Some are easier, some more difficult. Wherever you go, that's the path. Why tell me to follow the obvious path?"
“Are you walking, brother?”
“I just wait.”
The head of the household slowly rose and looked up at the sky.
"The sea simply exists where it is. But all the water in the world ultimately flows to the sea. Traveling the world to achieve the Ten Thousand Swords is also a way. The method I've chosen is slightly different. I seek to become the sea."
“But isn’t that seeing nothing?”
“It’s all about seeing.”
"one……."
The head of the household smiled.
"You might find me frustrating, but the reality is a little different. I'm already on a proven path."
“Did you say verification?”
“Yes.”
The head of the household was looking into the distance.
Somewhere far away.
"This is a path already paved. I simply follow it. I can see all the swords in the world without having to travel the world. That's because the sword already resides within me."
“It’s difficult.”
"There's no need to understand. There's no need to even consider other paths. Just continue on your own path. Our paths may be different, but our goal is the same. Isn't that okay?"
At the soft smile, Cheonryu Sword reluctantly nodded.
* * *
Man-geom.
Everything is in the sword.
Then, can't Wei Yanhu's sword also be called the Ten Thousand Sword?
'A sense of discomfort.'
I thought I knew the source of the discomfort that had been plaguing him. And why he couldn't concentrate.
They look alike.
It's definitely different.
No, I should say it's completely different.
But there was definitely a resemblance.
It resembles the sword of the black lord of Wei Yanho.
It clearly resembled that sword that made me take a different path, no matter how hard I tried to imitate it.
But how?
The Ten Thousand Swords are not a realm you can reach simply by swinging a sword. They are the highest realms, created through the rigors of hundreds of years and dozens of generations of Baekga, established through endless training and asceticism.
You create that sword all by yourself?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Even for the great bloodline of the Mangeom Baekga, a school known for its prodigies, perfecting the Mangeom was impossible. The Mangeom Baekga, which had maintained its position as the world's foremost swordsmanship for centuries, had faced the absolute wall of the Mangeom Baekga and fallen.
The one who completed the Mangeom Sword through that long suffering is none other than the 'Sword Emperor' Baek Muhan.
In other words, before Baek Muhan was born, Baekga had not completed the Mangeom, and even after Baek Muhan's death, he had not yet reached the stage of Mangeom.
To that extent, Mangeom is a realm that is no different from fantasy.
But this young man was clearly following in the footsteps of Mangeom. No one else knew, but he knew for sure.
A path that cannot be taken by those who do not know the Ten Thousand Swords. Wei Yanhu is now on that path.
"how!"
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes hardened at the scream of Cheonryu Sword.
His cold, sunken eyes look down at the Thousand-Ryu Sword.
“To hold all the swords in the world means to stand alone.”
Wei Yanho's words pierced Cheonryu Geom's ears like thunder.
“On that topic, you’re joining hands with the Demonic Cult?”
Kwaaaaang!
Wei Yanho's blow struck Cheonryu Geom's side. He barely managed to block the blow, but Cheonryu Geom's body, unable to withstand the force, was shot out like a cannonball.
Boom! Boom!
After bouncing off the floor several times, the Tenryu Sword regained its balance and turned around.
Woof woof!
The moment you turn your head, huge light spheres fill your field of vision as if it were natural.
“Eww!”
The Cheonryu Sword screamed as if it was having a seizure.
Kwaaaaaaaang!
A series of explosions.
Wi Yeon-ho's face hardened as he watched the shot light spheres sweep across Cheonryu Sword's body.
This is unacceptable.
Ten thousand swords and a hundred schools.
I tried not to pay attention. Although my connection with my master continued, in the end, he didn't insist on seeking out the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools, and told me to follow my own path.
That's why, even though he knew that the Baekgeomseong was the predecessor of the Mangeombaekga, he didn't bother to close the distance. He believed that if the opportunity arose, he could resolve all ties by passing on the essence his master had imparted to him to them.
But it's a demonic cult.
What would the Master say if he knew they were joining hands with the Demonic Cult?
―They are no longer worthy of carrying on the name of Mangeom.
Yeah, I guess so.
Those who cannot stand on their own two feet are not worthy of the name of Mangeom.
"If those who are not qualified to use that name are going to do so, I must inform them. How heavy is the name of the Ten Thousand Swords?"
Although not a path paved with blood, Wei Yanhu is the direct descendant of the Mangeom lineage. Strictly speaking, no one but Baek Muhan could dare speak the Mangeom name.
Only Wei Yanhu can be confident in the identity of the Mangeom.
If they were proud because their bloodline was passed down, or if they forgot the spirit of the Ten Thousand Swords and only called themselves by their name, Wei Yanhu was determined to personally erase the Ten Thousand Swords from the world.
That is the courtesy to the teacher and the way to carry on his will.
"wake up."
Through the settling dust clouds, the figure of the Heavenly Sword appears. Kneeling on one knee, he continues to vomit blood.
"This isn't enough. Get up. I'll tell you what Man-geom is."
"how……."
Cheonryu Sword's eyes were filled with distrust.
“How do you know about the Ten Thousand Swords! How!”
“Even if I tell you, you won’t understand.”
With that stubborn head.
"What's certain is that you've taken the wrong path. As the Master said, it's easier to erase what's gone wrong than to correct it and start anew. If the Hundred Schools have joined hands with the Demonic Cult, it's better to erase them. Rise. I will show you the path you should have taken. That is my final courtesy to the Hundred Schools."
Wei Yanhu's sword vibrated low.
“Kuuuuuu, is this the path I should have taken?”
Bloodshot eyes appeared in Cheonryu Geom's eyes.
"What do you know? What do you know about the Baekga? What path have we walked? Why did we have to go this far? What do you know?"
“Yeah. I don’t know.”
Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.
"And I don't even want to know. No matter what the circumstances, there are things people can and can't do. And you seem to be mistaken. I'm not angry because you've joined forces with the Demonic Cult. I'm angry because you dare to mention the Ten Thousand Swords while you've joined forces with the Demonic Cult. The Ten Thousand Swords don't rely on others' power. Everything lies within their own swords. You're no longer qualified to discuss the Ten Thousand Swords."
The eyes of the Cheonryu Sword wavered.
"If Baekga is nothing more than a shell of the Ten Thousand Swords, I will personally erase it with my own hands. I will ensure that those insignificant words will never again speak of the Ten Thousand Swords. That is what the Master desires."
A storm of speculation began to surge through Wei Yanho's body.