Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 120



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120. Where the forest is thick, tigers come (5)

Yeom Baek-gyu watched Muk Hwi-yeong with his arms folded. He didn’t know what he meant by saying he would pay it back, but he lent the entire amount to Eunja.

There were two hundred Yuanbao in that bag. Rather, it was heavy and seemed like it would be a hindrance to the fight, so I couldn’t understand why they would borrow it right before the fight.

It was a strange sight for the blacksmiths and merchants who were now the audience. Even though they were fighting against the two-zone, one of the eight zones, they showed no signs of tension at all.

On the contrary, the sight of him struggling to put the bag containing the Yuanbo inside his bosom was so ridiculous that it seemed like he was mocking Jang Gwang-yeong.

“Just a moment. Put this in.”

“Do you think my fist won’t reach you if you put that in?”

Jang Gwang-yeong looked at Muk Hwi-yeong as if he was dumbfounded. It wasn’t some back-alley brawl, and he seemed to think that it would be okay if he added something to the boat.

Of course, that was a trick that would not work at all, not even on top-tier players, let alone the best.

Mukhwiyoung, who had been holding the treasure in his arms, stared blankly at the sky for a moment. Judging from the clear look in his eyes, he was clearly looking at something.

“Do you want to have your throat ripped off instead of your tongue?”

“Just a moment. I’m sorry.”

Muk Hwi-yeong kept rolling his eyes up and down. It seemed strange to keep rolling his eyes when there was nothing to see.

And soon, Mukhwiyoung’s expression brightened and he muttered something.

“Shall we begin?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’m your junior by a long way, so please give me three seconds, right?”

“Hehehe. That’s something that only political idiots do. But I’ll give you a little bit of a break. How talented must you be to discuss your talent in front of me?”

If you have the skills to be Paljon, it is obvious that you are the most talented person of your time. To be honest, even Yeom Baek-gyu thought that it was impossible to show off his skills in front of him. And everyone thought the same.

That is, until Muk Hwi-yeong made a move. The only people who were following Muk Hwi-yeong’s movements with their eyes were Jang Gwang-yeong and Yeom Baek-gyu.

A strange light appeared in both Jang Gwang-yeong’s and Yeom Baek-gyu’s eyes.

“This is fun.”

The corners of Jang Gwang-yeong’s mouth went up. Before he knew it, Muk Hwi-yeong had rushed in front of Jang Gwang-yeong and was swinging his sword.

The sharp blade tried to cut Jang Gwang-yeong’s chest. Jang Gwang-yeong blocked Mok Hwi-yeong’s flurry of swords with his bare hands, not even wearing his armor.

Of course, there was not a single scratch on Jang Gwang-yeong’s hand. The reason was that the blue light on Jang Gwang-yeong’s hand blocked Muk Hwi-yeong’s sword.

“It’s a self-defense weapon!”

People were making a fuss. The self-defense weapon was truly the symbol of a master of the Hwa-gyeong (化境) world. Considering that there were less than three hundred Hwa-gyeong masters in the entire Jianghu, they were watching an extremely rare sight.

“Show me more!”

Jang Gwang-yeong shouted. His voice was filled with internal energy, so ordinary people had to cover their ears.

Fog rose from Muk Hwi-yeong’s sword. Even the spirited Jang Gwang-yeong couldn’t help but be startled by it.

“The Sword Technique of You Yun?”

It wasn’t just Jang Gwang-yeong who was surprised, it was everyone else.

The results of the war between Zhuge Se and Wudangpa are well known in the martial arts world, but of course, people have no way of knowing the details. That means that it was impossible for anyone to know that Mok Hwi-yeong had received the Yu-un sword technique. This was the first time Mok Hwi-yeong had shown the Yu-un sword technique to the martial arts world.

“Are you a disciple of the shaman’s original school?”

Naturally, people could not help but be temporarily mistaken.

However, in the conversation with Jang Gwang-yeong just now, Muk Hwi-yeong revealed that he was a lay disciple.

No matter how you think about it, it was a story enough to pique the interest of the shamans. Either the shaman’s main disciple hid his identity and came to Heuksi, or he was a real disciple who used the Yuun Sword Technique.

“You fooled me?”

It wasn’t unreasonable for Jang Gwang-yeong to say that.

The Taecheongdan spirit and Yuun sword technique that Muk Hwi-yeong was showing off now were not lacking in being called the head disciple of a shaman. No, they were even excellent. Jang Gwang-yeong thought that this was enough to mention his own talent. However, Jang Gwang-yeong had no intention of acknowledging it as he said.

“Not at all. You can ask the shaman’s headquarters later.”

“How do I know you’re lying right now just to avoid being embarrassed?”

“Not in the name of the Sambong Jinin.”

If you mention Jang Sam-bong, the shaman’s founder,

Jang Gwang-yeong couldn’t doubt any longer. Instead, his doubts disappeared and questions filled the void.

“But a lay disciple uses the Yuun Sword Technique?”

“I’m a bit special. I told you, I have talent. Even the shaman recognized it.”

“But you don’t accept me as a disciple of the main temple?”

“I refused.”

“That makes sense… … .”

Jang Gwang-yeong stopped talking. He suddenly realized something he had forgotten.

“But, as a lay disciple of the Old Gate Sect, you can usually enter during the term of service.”

“That’s right. I signed the terms and conditions. It’s been two years now.”

“2 years?”

Jang Gwang-yeong laughed in vain. It could be because of internal energy. It could be because of a wealthy family that fed them a lot of elixirs from a young age.

But, considering his skill in handling internal energy and his ability to use swordsmanship, it was nonsense.

Jang Gwang-yeong swung his arm strongly. Muk Hwi-yeong blocked it with his sword, but was pushed back like a cannonball. Muk Hwi-yeong had to roll backwards several times before he could get up.

“You, I see now that you were teasing Nobu.”

“No.”

“You have to say something ridiculous. If you say something to that extent, it’s madness.”

“Do you admit that you have incredible talent?”

“Shut up! That’s nonsense!”

“Would you be shocked if I told you that I didn’t know martial arts until I became a lay disciple?”

“It’s amazing. The story that tigers lay eggs is more believable. Where did you hear such a ridiculous lie?”

Jang Gwang-yeong was furious. He was tired of listening to such ridiculous deceptions.

A blue energy swirled around Jang Gwang-yeong’s double palms. The energy condensed into Jangsim (the heart of the palm) and exploded. As a result, an explosive wind shot out towards Mukhwiyeong.

It is said that only first-class masters can use Jangpung, but Jang Gwangyeong’s Jangpung had a different level of density. The principle of Jangpung is to condense energy and suck in air. It was natural that the better one’s skill in handling energy, the stronger it would become.

“Ugh!”

Mukhwiyoung also noticed the great power contained in that wind. No, in fact, it was strange that he didn’t know that it was coming so openly, tearing the air and turning the ground upside down.

However, Mukhwiyoung stepped forward. That strong wind did not only have physical power. It was a condensation of energy that was shot out as it was, so it contained the secret of unleashing power.

If they clashed like that, they would suffer internal injuries. Jang Gwang-yeong was just thinking about whether he should have weakened Jangpung. It would be a headache if he killed a shaman’s disciple for no reason.

That moment was the moment when Mukhwiyeong’s sword and Jang Gwangyeong’s strong wind met.

Normally, there would be a huge noise when they collided and Muk Hwi Young would fly backwards.

But there was no noise, only a whirring sound, the sound of a whip cutting through the air. The sound was as clear as a white flash in the night.

Jang Gwang-yeong opened his eyes wide. Even if he didn’t use all his strength, it was his own long wind. But his long wind was being torn into at least a hundred pieces. It was truly astonishing speed.

Even Myeong-il, whose expression usually didn’t change, stared at him with his mouth open. He knew that Muk Hwi-yeong was fast, but it was a skill he had never seen before, where he swung his sword so fast that the blade was invisible.

Wheeing!

The debris from the split wind spread in all directions, causing a tremendous gust of wind. It was a strong wind that picked up the dust from the ground and stirred it up. The dust rose up in an instant.

Of course, there was no hindrance to Jang Gwang-yeong looking at Muk Hwi-yeong.

“Huh, huh huh… … .”

Jang Gwang-yeong also finally burst out laughing. It was so absurd.

It was an incredibly fast movement and quick swordsmanship. If you had that kind of skill at that age, it would be dishonorable to lie. You could be recognized by people just by your outstanding skills.

‘no way.’

Only then did the possibility that Muk Hwi-yeong’s words were true begin to cross Jang Gwang-yeong’s mind. It was an option he had never considered at all.

“Ouch, my arm feels like it’s going to burst.”

In the meantime, Muk Hwi-yeong was shaking his arms without knowing what Jang Gwang-yeong was thinking. He must have used too many muscles in that moment because Muk Hwi-yeong’s arms looked swollen even though they were hidden by his clothes.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at this unbelievable sight. It was none other than the young man who had cut off Toujon’s attack head-on.

Everyone here knows that Toujon didn’t use his full power, but it was still surprising that he didn’t even dodge or deflect Toujon’s attack, but instead cut it down head-on.

“You, let me ask you again.”

Jang Gwang-yeong opened his mouth softly.

“Yes. Go ahead.”

“Are you saying that it’s only been two years since you started learning martial arts?”

“yes.”

“If that’s not true, then what if your mother was a prostitute and your father was a prostitute?”

Mukhwiyoung frowned.

In the Jeongpa sect, the way to find out the truth was to ask whether you could bet on your teacher or sect, and in the Sapa sect, the way to find out the truth was to bring up your parents.

“sure.”

“No matter what, you have to be able to trust it.”

“What the heck? Is this what happens when you even walk with your parents?”

Jang Gwang-yeong felt embarrassed. It was as if he had said two things in front of his junior who was so far behind him. But he couldn’t help but not believe it at all.

“It’s true.”

Then a little boy who was watching from afar shouted. Needless to say, it was tomorrow.

As expected of a top-notch disciple, Myeong-il’s actions were swift. He went straight to Jang Gwang-yeong and showed him a wooden plaque with a Taegeuk pattern.

“You wouldn’t say you don’t know this, would you?”

People far away couldn’t see what he was holding in his small hand, but Jang Gwang-yeong could see it clearly right in front of him.

It was none other than the nameplate of the shamanist Malko. It was the nameplate that Mukhwiyeong had originally had as a temporary disciple of the main temple, but he returned it when he became a lay disciple.

“… … Are you a disciple of the main temple?”

“I am Myeong-il, the third disciple of the Mingja distribution. I look to the true man of the Qing as my teacher.”

“Ugh.”

Jang Gwang-yeong looked at Myeong-il. Although he was a child, there was not an inch of fear or hesitation in the clear eyes looking at him.

This signboard was also clearly from a shaman. And since a disciple of the main temple would reveal his master and not lie, the statement that Cheong-ui was his master was also likely true.

Since he was the disciple of Taegeuk Sword Emperor, one of the five greatest swordsmen in the world who was implicitly ranked above Paljeon, Jang Gwangyeong had no choice but to slightly dampen his momentum.

“So are you saying that all that nonsense is true?”

Jang Gwang-yeong asked. It wasn’t that important that Myeong-il was Cheong-ui’s disciple.

The real important thing was to find out whether the absurd things Mok Hwi-yeong had been saying were true or not. However, Myeong-il answered without the slightest hesitation.

“Yes. It’s been two years since I entered the mountain as a lay disciple, and it’s true that I didn’t learn martial arts before that. It’s also true that I tried to take him in as a disciple at the main temple, but he refused.”

“… … Heh, heh heh heh. Heh heh heh heh… … .”

A child who had Taegeuk Sword Emperor as his teacher would not tell such a pathetic lie in a place like this. After all, a disciple is a mirror of his teacher.

Jang Gwang-yeong’s laughter suddenly stopped. After confirming with Myeong-il that it wasn’t a lie, the guy named Muk Hwi-yeong, who had been leisurely looking away, looked different.

“You. Did you say you were a shaman’s disciple?”

“yes.”

“But since you learned the Yuun Sword Technique, you must have a separate teacher, right?”

“The Qinghua Jinren is my teacher’s guardian.”

“The disciple of Taegeuk Sword Emperor is now the disciple of Mugeuk Sword. They are the treasures of the shaman.”

Jang Gwang-yeong glanced at Muk Hwi-yeong.

“One of them is not a treasure, but closer to a ghost.”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“Yeah. That’s a compliment.”

When Jang Gwang-yeong unexpectedly admitted it, Muk Hwi-yeong was speechless. Jang Gwang-yeong looked Muk Hwi-yeong up and down.

“What a strange fellow. He doesn’t seem to have been born with any special talents, but how outstanding is his talent?”

“The truly rich don’t know how much they have.”

“It’s a plague.”

“Is that a compliment too?”

“This is not it. It was a real plague.”

Mukhwiyoung scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed.

Jang Gwang-yeong shook his head.

“I don’t think I need to look any further.”

“Do you recognize my talent?”

“Let’s put that aside and ask something.”

“What is it?”

“If you are a lay disciple, isn’t it okay to have another teacher?”

Everyone was shocked by Jang Gwang-yeong’s words. There was no one who did not know what Jang Gwang-yeong meant by those words.