Invitation to the Chatroom of the Gods - Chapter 60



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Episode 60 – Yongbongjihoe (3)

Mudang is called one of the two major mountains of the Gupa Ibang along with Shaolin.

In other words, he was the best among the old guard in terms of pride and arrogance, but if he treated Yang Jong-cheon rudely, it would only provoke a backlash rather than break his pride.

‘The way people looked at me wasn’t very nice either.’

Whenever I often encountered Yang Jong-cheon, he would often show a lot of ‘hostility’ towards me.

I don’t particularly remember having any grudges.

In the first place, I had never met Yang Jong-cheon before. I had nothing to do with him and held a grudge against him.

So I wondered why he had such hostility towards me, but just by looking at it, I could tell that he wouldn’t be broken if I treated him appropriately or carelessly.

As the saying goes, it has to be completely ‘trampled’, but the problem was ‘how’ to do it.

The expression is ‘trample’, but it cannot really be trampled.

‘I can’t even use the Cheon-dun Sword Technique, and…’

It was a crazy martial art that even I would have to risk my life to use, and even if I did use it, it wouldn’t be enough to trample on Yang Jong-cheon, but rather to burn him to death.

It was like using a dragon-slaying sword to catch a chicken, so there was no need to even think about the Cheon-dun sword technique.

“Hmm···.”

So, I was having a headache just thinking about what to do with Yang Jong-cheon, but what was even more of a headache was that it wasn’t just about Yang Jong-cheon.

Chaeng! Chaeng!

Two women and two warriors mixing swords in the central martial arts arena.

Namgung Yerin, a beauty with silver hair that reflects moonlight and swings a sword.

A beauty with a somewhat sinister impression, Jonalyn, with blue walls.

The sight of the two beauties fighting was like a painting.

“Wow···.”

“It looks like the goddesses are fighting···.”

“They said this Yongbong branch meeting was the best ever!!”

Perhaps because of that, the tens of thousands of people watching the fight were completely absorbed in it.

And I also just quietly watched the fight between the two.

‘surely···.’

I was able to properly identify the ‘martial artist’ named Namgung Yerin.

Her black flowing sword, which seemed to be dancing like a dancer, was imbued with the mysteries of a dancing princess, and her black sword, which was as oppressive as that of an empress, contained the essence of a hegemonic sword.

Although the black basics of the Namgung Sega family were thoroughly followed, Namgung Sega’s own style was also incorporated.

It was not for nothing that an outstanding warrior called ‘Thunder Sword Heavenly King’ emerged from Namgung Sega.

Namgung Yerin, who inherited that blood, was also an outstanding warrior.

I thought that if it had been just that much, I wouldn’t have had anything to worry about.

If only the review indices of the old file rooms that I have to teach were exactly like Namgung Yerin, no more, no less.

Perhaps because of that, most people couldn’t take their eyes off Namgung Yerin.

If you’re pretty, you’re pretty.

If it’s swordsmanship, then it’s swordsmanship.

There was nothing that could escape my gaze.

So, almost everyone was interested in Namgung Yerin, but my interest wasn’t Namgung Yerin.

None other than Namgung Yerin’s non-combat opponent, and another woman who is being pursued by Namgung Yerin.

It was the later index of Kunlun, Jonalin.

With her blue eyes, she was an exotic yet considerable beauty.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Jonalin, and of course it wasn’t because of her beauty.

‘Sister Gucheonhyeonnyeo taught me a lot.’

In fact, it was somewhat of a stretch to call Gucheonhyeonnyeo a Kunlun sect leader.

This was because, unlike other immortals, Goocheonhyeonnyeo did not establish a sect called ‘Konryunpa’.

Today, the term “Taoist” means a sect that broke away from Wang Jungyang’s Jeonjin School.

However, Kunlun was an exception because it followed the ‘Queen Mother of the West’ who resided in the palace at the top of Kunlun Mountain, rather than the Forward Jin religion of Wang Zhongyang.

The current Kunlun was formed by practitioners who worshipped her as a deity.

Therefore, if we really look at it, it would be more accurate to say that Kunlun’s Gaepajosa was not Goucheonhyeonnyeo but ‘Queen Mother of the West’.

It was just that the Nine Heavenly Women were entangled together because they were the assistants of the Queen Mother of the West.

And the Queen Mother of the West only took them in because people said they would follow her.

Unlike other founders, he did not directly establish the Kunlun sect.

That is why the Nine Heavenly Women were indifferent to the idea of ​​teaching Kunlun, but when she heard that she could gain an excuse to give merit to me, she became more active than anyone else.

The essence of Kunlun has been fully revealed to me, and the later index where I could accumulate the most merit was Kunlun’s Jonalin.

Maybe that’s why.

“The winner is Namgung Yerin of the Namgung family!”

Jonalin really had so much to teach.

Waaaa …

As soon as Namgung Yerin declared victory, cheers echoed throughout heaven and earth.

Namgoong Yerin! Namgoong Yerin! Namgoong Yerin!

The most beautiful thing in the world! The most beautiful thing in the country! The most beautiful sword in the jade mask!

Namgung Yerin’s name echoed throughout the stadium.

The cheers of tens of thousands of people simultaneously made it seem like the whole world was cheering.

It would have been an exciting event for any unmanned aerial vehicle dreaming of reaching the top, but Namgung Yerin didn’t look all that happy.

Namgung Yerin simply calmed her rough breathing and slowly came down from the training ground to sit on the waiting seat.

I approached Namgung Yerin and said.

“It was a great performance, my lady.”

At my words, Namgung Yerin glanced at me. And for some reason, Namgung Yerin’s reaction was indifferent.

Namgung Yerin looks at me with a blank expression.

“······What is it?”

Namgung Yerin asked me out of the blue. But I had no idea what she was saying, so I just asked again.

“What are you talking about?”

“You were just looking at Miss Jonathan the whole time!”

Namgung Yerin suddenly shouts.

I found myself tilting my head without realizing it.

“How did Lady Namgung know that?”

Of course, in the midst of all this busy work, how would he find me in this crowd, and how would he know who I was looking at?

“You can at least say no!”

Namgung Yerin shouted with a very sad face.

And that was when it happened.

“The next match will be between the Blood Lotus Sword’s Akjihak and the Habuk Pengga’s Pengsoun!!”

The shout signaling the start of the second round rang out loud.

The stadium, which was filled with cheers, suddenly became quiet, and the first one to come up to the central training ground was a handsome man with an ominous look.

The evil study of the Blood Lotus Scripture.

He was as dark as a dark cloud, and with every step he took, an ominousness spread like a scattering of darkness.

Akjihak’s two eyes, which had come up to the central training ground, scanned the tens of thousands of people.

When I looked into his deep, dark eyes, it felt like I was looking into an abyss. There was an inexplicable ominousness to it, as if I would be sucked in if I kept looking.

At that moment.

Hehe.

The corners of Akjihak’s mouth opened, forming a truly bizarre smile.

And the moment I see that smile.

There was one word that came to my mind.

Malice.

What I saw from Akjihak was pure, utter evil.

* * *

Habukpengga.

The Peng clan, located in Hebei Province, was famous for its innate supernatural powers and appearance for generations, and these characteristics often led to comparisons with the Huangbo clan.

If we only consider the constitution of martial arts, he tends to be somewhat inferior to Hwangbo Se-ga.

However, the reason why Habuk Pengga was able to defeat Huangbo Sega and become the fifth generation of the family was because Habuk Pengga was located in Beijing, where the emperor resided.

Since the imperial family was within a stone’s throw of his nose, he was able to naturally interact with the imperial family’s military personnel, and based on that advantage, he was able to develop his martial arts skills.

Because he had absolute power as the emperor, he could not reign as the leader of a province like the other Five Dynasties, but he was able to proudly rise to the ranks of the Five Dynasties with his unique swordsmanship.

As expected from the Five Great Powers that stood shoulder to shoulder with the Gupa Ilbang, the Hebei Peng family’s hegemonic sword could rival the Kunlun hegemonic sword.

Peng So-woon calmed his mind.

But the appearance of Akjihak seems to embrace the ominousness of the entire world.

It was making Pang So-un’s hands and heart tremble on its own.

Peng So-un was the eldest son of the Habuk Peng family and a later general, and he had pride in his martial arts skills.

I never thought of myself as arrogant, but at this moment, I felt like I had to put myself down.

‘You are absolutely not inferior to me.’

so.

“When you’re ready, let’s get started!”

Give it your all from the beginning.

Boom!

As soon as the battle began, Peng So-woon took a sharp step forward and shot at Akjihak.

In a fight between martial artists, the winner or loser is largely determined by who makes the first move.

Having a player means having momentum, so depending on the situation, you can even beat a stronger opponent.

Thus, the martial arts of Habuk Pengga and Peng So-un’s hegemonic sword fly towards Akjihak.

Wedge!

The sword of Peng So-un rushed forward, tearing through the air. However, Akjihak showed no particular reaction.

Free.

The only thing visible on Akjihak’s face was ‘annoyance’ at the sudden fly that flew in.

The sword of evil moves.

His somewhat slow black eyes drew a clear trajectory and met Peng So-woon’s sword.

With a loud noise, Peng So-yun’s sword shot up. Peng So-yun hurriedly grabbed the sword and took a big step back.

We prepared for the imminent attack of Akjihak.

But for some reason there were no significant attacks.

When I looked back, Akjihak was still standing in the same spot, his sword extended out.

It hasn’t moved a single step, just as it was when it first appeared.

Suddenly, Peng So-woon’s hand holding the sword began to tremble.

‘······He is not someone I can deal with.’

The difference in level is too much.

It’s so suspicious that I wonder how there can be such a difference between those in the same review index.

That’s why I couldn’t admit it, nor could I admit it.

However, knowing how to recognize and acknowledge the level of your opponent is also a skill.

···Further fighting was pointless.

However, since ancient times, a warrior must know how to fight even in a battle where defeat is obvious.

“I’ll bet everything on this one move.”

A secret technique and secret art of Habuk Pengga, performed with the mindset of “if you die, you will live.”

Kwaaaa …

Peng So-yun’s momentum exploded and gusts of wind swept in all directions. Peng So-yun put all that energy into his sword.

Right then.

Peng So-un could see.

The moment when Akjihak’s face, which had always been filled with boredom and annoyance, suddenly changed to ‘anticipation’.

Peng So-un’s sword, which contained all the energy, began to tremble.

The tension is tight.

A silence descended as if sound had disappeared, and even the tiniest gulping sounds could be heard, despite the tens of thousands of people gathered there.

A critical situation.

It was just then.

“······I lost.”

Suddenly, Peng So-un’s declaration of surrender pierced through the silence.

* * *

…was dangerous.

I let out a deep sigh of relief.

If Peng So-un had not surrendered, he would have been seriously injured, even to the point of losing his life as a warrior.

“huh?”

“Huh?”

“What, what is it?”

“Why are you suddenly surrendering?”

Everyone’s faces turned red at Peng So-un’s sudden surrender.

Everyone gathered at the convention center had a common reaction in mind.

Only one person, including me, had a different reaction.

Evil geography.

I could see a fleeting emotion flash across his face.

sorrow.

I couldn’t tell what kind of regret it was.

But I could tell that it wasn’t a regret I had as an unmanned person.

······It’s dangerous.

The study of evil was truly dangerous.

The very existence of Akjihak seemed to be surrounded by ‘danger.’

That’s why I could feel both ‘relief’ and ‘concern’ at the same time.

Relief that Pang So-woon made a wise choice.

And Akjihak’s next opponent is none other than······.

“No, what are you saying all of a sudden···?”

There was concern about the person named Namgung Yerin.

Namgung Yerin kept tilting her head, expressing her doubts.

I didn’t understand why Peng So-un suddenly surrendered right before the clash, which made me even more worried.

This means that the level and class of Akjihak were not visible to Namgung Yerin.

Namgung Yerin kept tilting her head and suddenly met my eyes.

As I was quietly watching, Namgung Yerin became flustered and asked me.

“Why, why? Is there something on my face?”

Then, he touched various parts of his face with his slender hands.

Namgung Yerin was neatly organizing her hair in case it was messy.

Then I remembered what happened earlier.

“Oh, really! Now that I think about it, what does it matter? What’s on my face? I’m just going to look at other women anyway.”

She was making a sullen expression again.

I spoke to Namgung Yerin with a very serious expression.

“My lady, I hope you don’t misunderstand what I just said, as I don’t mean anything by it.”

“What, what is it···? Why are you suddenly holding so much···?”

Namgung Yerin flinched and trembled once and looked at me.

It looks like he’s quite curious and anticipating what I’m going to say.

“How about abstaining from the next match?”

“······yes?”

Namgung Yerin’s face suddenly appeared.

It’s not that I don’t understand her feelings, but Namgung Yerin is not Akjihak’s match.

I looked at Namgung Yerin quietly, and Namgung Yerin, who had also watched the fight between Akjihak and Pengsoun, quickly understood what I meant.

but.

“I’m unmanned too!”

It’s weaker than the luck charm, though…

Namgung Yerin’s last words were barely audible.

“So just wait and see! I will definitely win!”

Namgung Yerin was burning with fighting spirit and determination.

And then it was Namgung Yerin who convinced me instead.

“And of course, I don’t really mean anything by what I’m saying, right? So please don’t misunderstand and listen to me.”

As she spoke, Namgung Yerin’s lips trembled slightly.

After a while, Namgung Yerin turned her gaze away as if checking my mood.

“If I, if I defeat Akjihak and go up···.”

It was as if she was a shy girl······.

“Please grant me one wish, my cow.”

She had the spirit of a warrior who would not avoid a fight burning within her.

* * *

‘I can do it.’

Namgung Yerin pulled herself together in her heart.

Even though she couldn’t easily shake off her nervousness, Namgung Yerin firmly pulled herself together.

The festival doesn’t end even after the Yongbong branch meeting ends.

The real festival could be seen as starting from the end of the finals of the Yongbongjihoe, when the dragon and the phoenix were born.

So, there were still a lot.

It’s not too late.

There was still plenty of time for Cheongun and I to enjoy the festival together, and it wasn’t too late to further develop our relationship.

Namgung Yerin drew the sword on her waist, burning with fighting spirit and determination.

And when faced with the evil spirit standing in front of you.

Hehe.

I could see a strange smile forming at the corner of Akjihak’s mouth.

His smile contained a variety of emotions.

Anger and hatred. Joy and ecstasy.

Fragments of different emotions were intertwined together and forming a smile.

That’s why ‘that’ wasn’t a person.

A beast covered in pitch-black hatred and madness, a beast created with blind murderous intent.

Madness bursts out of him as if squeezed from every vein.

An endless thirst for blood.

The desire for hunger.

It seemed as if they would tear Namgung Yerin apart at any moment.

Namgung Yerin swallowed her saliva without realizing it because of the tension.

Then, all of a sudden, Akjihak’s gaze turned to one side.

Cheongun.

Akjihak was looking at Cheongun.

It was as if he knew Cheongun, but before he could ask any more questions, Akjihak’s gaze turned back to Namgung Yerin.

“If you die······.”

And then I heard an eerie voice.

And that weird, giggling laugh.

“I wonder how that guy will react.”

It was······something that could not be considered human.