Sword God Reborn

Chapter 105 : I Missed You.

Cheon Mubaeck placed the Primordial Root Scripture in front of Tang Jun-pa and opened it.

"..."

A single sentence, a single character, a single stroke, all exuded a profound energy.

It was a noble energy that made one understand at a glance why a Taoist scripture was treated as a sacred object.

Immortal energy.

The noble energy felt from the Primordial Root Scripture was precisely immortal energy.

It was full of the immortal energy that could only be faintly felt from Taoist masters who had cultivated the Tao for a long time.

But to Cheon Mubaeck, that was all.

It did not contain any special martial arts. According to the Wind and Cloud Sword Lord, Zhong Li-hong, the Five Sacred Objects had to be gathered, so for now, it was nothing more than a rather impressive Taoist scripture.

'The Primordial Root Scripture, which contains the principles of life and death. Will it really be helpful?'

The contents written in the Primordial Root Scripture were extraordinary.

The birth and end of life.

The enlightenment about the principles of life and death was deeply ingrained. Among them, there were sentences like codes that were difficult to understand, and there were also contents that made one nod their head as soon as they read them.

Cheon Mubaeck recited it character by character, infusing his voice with internal energy using the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art.

At that moment, Tang Jun-pa woke up.

He opened his eyes wide when he saw Cheon Mubaeck.

"What are you doing?"

Cheon Mubaeck did not answer the question. On the contrary, he recited in a louder voice.

Contents like a Zen dialogue flowed from Cheon Mubaeck's mouth.

Tang Jun-pa looked at Cheon Mubaeck with a face that said he did not understand what on earth he was doing.

Since his blood points were pressed and he could not move his body, he had no choice but to listen.

But...

"Eum?"

Tang Jun-pa let out a groan. Every time Cheon Mubaeck recited aloud, he was enveloped in a strange feeling.

The sentences contained immortal energy. The immortal energy filled the room and gave off a fragrant scent. Drunk on that scent, Tang Jun-pa's eyes gradually trembled.

The gaze that had been filled with a strange heat and madness gradually softened.

The overflowing ghostly qi trembled as if it had lost its strength.

How much time had passed?

When Cheon Mubaeck finally finished reciting the Primordial Root Scripture from beginning to end.

Tang Jun-pa was silent. Although the terrible madness that had filled his eyes still remained, it had noticeably faded.

A smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's lips as he muttered.

"This works?"

* * *

The Primordial Root Scripture was a sacred object of The Complete Truth Sect, which had represented the Taoist studies of the Central Plains.

Since it was a text written with the teachings that Wang Chongyang had received from an immortal, this text might contain an unknown enlightenment.

What was certain was the fact that the Primordial Root Scripture was affecting Tang Jun-pa, who had become a Bidara.

'But a Bidara is a revived dead person. I don't know if escaping the Bidara will lead to death.'

Still, since he had seen the possibility, it was something he had to try to know.

Because he had seen some effect.

Of course, he had not yet fixed the blind consciousness of the Bidara.

But just the fact that the madness had faded somewhat, it was certain that the immortal energy contained in the Primordial Root Scripture had definitely had an effect.

It was worth continuing to try.

Cheon Mubaeck recited the Primordial Root Scripture over and over, and Tang Jun-pa listened silently.

After some time, Chae Ga-ryeong stepped forward in place of Cheon Mubaeck. Although he had told her that she might die if she escaped the Bidara, Chae Ga-ryeong had made up her mind and recited the Primordial Root Scripture herself every day.

"His current appearance is not my master."

Chae Ga-ryeong recited the Primordial Root Scripture with concentration, even asking Cheon Mubaeck questions about the difficult sentences.

As a result, Cheon Mubaeck had memorized the entire Primordial Root Scripture. All the secret formulas were engraved in his mind as if they were carved on a stone tablet.

It did not stop at simple memorization. By explaining the sentences in response to Chae Ga-ryeong's questions, and even explaining the strokes of the characters that were no longer used, Cheon Mubaeck had delved deeply into the Primordial Root Scripture. By now, he had become more knowledgeable about the Primordial Root Scripture than anyone else.

'Heo. I didn't expect this.'

The unexpected efficacy of the Primordial Root Scripture was felt.

'My internal energy is becoming smooth.'

The method that Cheon Mubaeck used when circulating the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art was to play an instrument.

The Baihui point of the upper dantian was greatly stimulated according to the rhythm of the instrument.

Depending on what kind of melody was played, the flow of qi coming in and out, affected by various influences, changed drastically.

On top of that, the verses of the Primordial Root Scripture lingered in his mind, and the internal energy supplied from the upper dantian contained immortal energy.

Of course, for now, it was not a noticeable dramatic effect. It was only to the extent that a gentle ripple was created in a huge lake.

But he had seen various possibilities. Although Cheon Mubaeck's Heaven-Shaking Soul Art was also a branch of orthodox martial arts, the immortal energy was a completely different kind.

Cheon Mubaeck analyzed this immortal energy with interest.

But he had no choice but to postpone the influence of the Primordial Root Scripture on the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art for later.

It was because of the news that Neung-heo, who had rushed over with a hurried look, had delivered.

"My lord, we must go to the Flying Sword Sect right now! The Flying Sword Sect has been attacked!"

The attack on the Flying Sword Sect. Unlike Neung-heo, who had rushed in with a hurried face, a smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's lips.

The Blood Ghost Valley, which had been hiding and working in the dark until now.

They had finally fallen for the lure.

"Let's go."

* * *

"You've finally shown yourselves! You evil bastards!"

Gwak Yong's lion's roar echoed.

But before the lion's roar could spread further, two swords and one saber were roughly entangled and dug in.

A series of attacks that poured down so that Gwak Yong could not even give any orders.

Each and every attack was loaded with a terrifying internal energy.

Gwak Yong swung his greatsword wide and deflected them. Sparks flew, and a strong qi wave poured out into the surroundings.

And with that as a signal, six attackers rushed towards the Flying Sword Sect members.

"Kkeuaaak!"

At that time, the number of warriors staying at the Flying Sword Sect's manor was only about twenty.

Even if the scale of the Flying Sword Sect was small, the number twenty was not the entire Flying Sword Sect.

'Of all times!'

Most of the Flying Sword Sect's warriors were scattered throughout Chongqing.

To clean up after the Red Dragon Faction, to monitor the Water Dragon Fortress, and to investigate the remaining bloodbaths.

Those who remained in the manor were Gwak Yong, the Gwak Cheon-hu father and son, and about twenty warriors.

In contrast, the enemy was only ten.

But Gwak Yong felt that the fight would not be easy. The attackers' momentum was extraordinary.

Right now, Gwak Yong's face was flushed just from fighting the three who were rushing at him.

Kwang! Kwaang!

The clash of sword and sword.

It was an understatement to see it as a clash of mere blades, as qi waves poured out. The impact caused the walls to collapse and the roofs of the buildings to sink.

Gwak Yong was on top of that roof.

He looked at the pure white hair that was looking down with a mean smile.

"You're the White-Haired Twin Ghosts!"

The White-Haired Twin Ghosts.

Then these remaining nine people...

'Are they Bidaras?'

Gwak Yong let out a sigh. Among the nine attackers, he saw the Ho-seon-ja, who was wearing a Taoist cap and was scattering a sword with the scent of plum blossoms. And even one of the people Gwak Yong was facing was scattering an internal energy that was clearly an orthodox martial art.

But looking at their expressions, all their faces were sparkling with a killing intent.

As if they had met a lifelong enemy, a killing intent to surely kill was contained.

Gwak Yong had never even seen them before, let alone had a grudge.

"So the Bidara are really dangerous guys!"

Gwak Yong let out a sigh and swung his greatsword.

A tremendous internal energy was formed in a blue color from the greatsword and was then emitted in an instant.

The three Bidaras who had rushed in could not hold on and retreated.

While Gwak Yong was facing the three Bidaras.

Gwak Cheon-hu was also fighting hard.

While perfectly tying down one of the rushing Bidaras, if a Flying Sword Sect member was in danger, he would rush in like lightning and come to the rescue.

Looking at that, the younger brother of the White-Haired Twin Ghosts and the Ten Stars of the Blood Ghost Valley, who was on the roof, let out a small sigh inwardly.

"So this is the Flying Sword Sect."

Nine Bidaras had the power to annihilate not just one sect, but ten.

The Bidara did not stop at just reviving a dead, peak martial artist.

At the end of the Blood Ghost Valley's research, they had been born as a more powerful being by injecting demonic qi.

But Gwak Yong was facing three alone, and Gwak Cheon-hu was easily facing one while rescuing the rest of the Flying Sword Sect.

"As they say, like father, like son. The reputation of the Fighting God, who is said to be close to the Ten Great Masters of the world, and the Fighting Ghost, who is famous among the successors!"

Although he said so, there was not a single bit of impatience on the Ten Stars' face.

He was endlessly relaxed.

Was that sight an eyesore?

Gwak Yong let out his anger and poured out an overwhelming attack power.

Kwagagagagang!

Looking at the huge size of Gwak Yong's greatsword, the overwhelming destructive power seemed natural. But what many people mistook was the speed.

The tremendous speed of swinging that huge sword.

The greatsword that dug in and stabbed between situations, and the arm of one Bidara was cut off.

But even so, the Bidara rushed in as it was, without any sign of pain.

"These crazy bastards!"

Gwak Yong split the head of the rushing guy as it was.

At the same time, internal energy poured out from both sides.

He could not retrieve his sword. Gwak Yong twisted his body as much as possible. But he could not avoid the wounds that were engraved all over his body.

At Gwak Yong's martial power, the Ten Stars felt that he could not just watch the situation as it was.

Although he was still relaxed, Gwak Yong had already taken care of one Bidara. Gwak Cheon-hu had also solved one Bidara with a well-organized net-like joint attack. Already two of the nine Bidaras had been defeated.

Of course, the current Bidara was close to an experimental subject, but they would soon become the Ten Stars' reliable strength.

"I'll kill those two here as they are. If I make the Fighting God and the Fighting Ghost into Bidaras and put them under my command... hehe. Get ready."

"Yes."

A man in a pure white martial arts uniform suddenly appeared next to him. If anyone who knew his face had seen him, they would not have been able to hold back their shock. Because he was the Giant Spirit Halberd, who was said to be one of the top two in Hunan with just one spear.

At the Ten Stars' order, the Giant Spirit Halberd did not say a word and jumped, rushing straight at Gwak Yong.

He put the force of his rush into the tip of his spear.

The long spear blade crossed the space in one go and stabbed Gwak Yong's thigh.

Sweeeek!

Gwak Yong, in great alarm, quickly swung his greatsword to block. But due to the nature of the greatsword, it was not easy to block a surprise attack from below.

Gwak Yong, with all his might, raised his energy and poured it out as if he were swinging a qi wave. It was an excellent improvisation.

But with just that, he could not completely absorb the power contained in the tip of the Giant Spirit Halberd's spear and had no choice but to retreat.

As soon as he retreated, Gwak Yong immediately launched a counterattack. But in that brief moment, the two Bidaras who had been pushing him also cooperated and came at him in a tangled mess.

One sword, one saber, one spear.

As the three different weapons aimed for the upper, middle, and lower parts and poured down, even the great Gwak Yong had to swallow a bitter pill.

The previous two Bidaras were still complete novices.

But the Giant Spirit Halberd, who was using a spear now, was not an opponent to be taken lightly.

A skilled person who could fight for at least a hundred rounds even in a one-on-one match.

'This is...'

A dizzying feeling flashed in Gwak Yong's eyes.

Although he could still face them, the situation was not easy.

Already three Flying Sword Sect warriors had fallen, spewing blood.

If this continued, it would be a case of being outnumbered.

He had to find a way to overcome the situation.

But the situation did not go as he wanted, and the tip of the Giant Spirit Halberd's spear dug in like crazy and tied up Gwak Yong's movements.

Now it was a battle of stamina.

If Gwak Yong's stamina and internal energy were exhausted like this, the fight would end here.

Anger welled up in Gwak Yong's eyes.

"To these mere trashes!"

Who was he?

Wasn't he a veteran of many battles who had followed the great Azure Sky Sword God since he was a brat in his teens?

The moment Gwak Yong let out his anger.

A very slight opening was revealed.

And the Giant Spirit Halberd, as if he had been waiting, aimed for that opening and stretched out his spear. A sharp momentum tore through the air and dug in.

Gwak Yong's pupils shook violently.

'Oops! I got excited!'

If this continued, he would suffer a serious injury.

'Since it has come to this, I'll give up my flesh and take his bones!'

The moment Gwak Yong, who had made the decision of a life-or-death struggle, was about to cut down the Giant Spirit Halberd.

Seogeok!

The head of the Giant Spirit Halberd, who had been digging in with a good momentum, suddenly floated into the air.

"...!"

The pupils of the Ten Stars, who had been watching the fight from the roof, were filled with disbelief.

A crescent-shaped sword qi that had flown from somewhere.

The Giant Spirit Halberd, without even being able to react, had his neck cut with an expressionless face.

"Wh-What."

He had not felt the momentum, the presence, or the sword qi flying.

He had just blinked once, and the sword qi had flown and had cut his neck.

At that dizzying eeriness, the Ten Stars' face turned pale.

It was then.

Teobeok.

A slight presence felt from behind.

The moment the Ten Stars' body trembled as if struck by lightning.

"Hey. I missed you?"

A voice mixed with a strange laughter was stuck in his ear like thunder.

(End of Chapter)