Sword God Reborn

Chapter 107 : Say You Want to Live

Cheon Mubaeck tore open the letter that had come to him after the battle.

He had once informed the Azure Star Escort Agency of his whereabouts through the Hao Faction, and immediately after, the Azure Star Escort Agency had been sending letters like this to keep in touch.

"Hmm."

Letters had been exchanged several times. Most of them were letters written by his older sister, Cheon Yuhwa.

From the current situation of the Azure Star Escort Agency to light greetings.

It was not a letter that contained any particularly important content. It was a letter that was filled with a desperate worry for Cheon Mubaeck.

Although receiving a letter from his family was not a very familiar experience, he felt at ease every time he read the letter.

It wasn't just Cheon Yuhwa's affectionate content that was in it.

Through the escort agency, news about the Lotus Pavilion and the Black Heart Gang was often delivered. The connection between the three organizations, the Azure Star Escort Agency, the Lotus Pavilion, and the Black Heart Gang, had been going well.

"It's going well."

Reading the letter, it seemed that the Azure Star Escort Agency had grown a lot. There was talk of recruiting new escort warriors and reorganizing the organization.

This time, it was not a letter that Cheon Yuhwa usually sent, but a letter sent by his father, Cheon Mungyeong.

It seemed that Cheon Yuhwa had taken on a rather important escort mission herself and had left.

"Geez. He's even more of a doting father."

If Cheon Yuhwa's letter was calm and contained a feeling of affection for her younger brother, Cheon Mungyeong's letter was an outright affection offensive.

[Are you traveling well? Every time I hear news of my youngest son, I am surprised. It's all because my youngest son is so great. Son, but you know it's your father's birthday soon, right? It would be nice if we could have a meal together before then.]

"Hmm."

Cheon Mubaeck was lost in thought for a moment.

"Come to think of it, I'll need some time to reorganize."

A year had passed since he had left home. Cheon Mubaeck, who had rushed into the martial world at the end of his sixteenth year, was now eighteen.

A lot had happened in the meantime. From Shaolin to the treasure map, Mount Hua, and here at the Flying Sword Sect.

Cheon Mubaeck was slowly feeling the fatigue accumulate in his body. It was more of a mental fatigue than a physical one.

Of course, if he circulated his internal energy, his head would become refreshed as if a hangover had disappeared, but it was a feeling that was on a different level.

What was the reason why Cheon Mubaeck had originally expanded his power in Henan and had tracked the Blood Demon Sect, which had been expanding its power, all the way here?

'My fence and my foundation.'

The path to the Sword Kiuk was like throwing oneself into the martial world with a single sword.

A dizzying life of walking on a blade's edge.

That life was extremely difficult and tiring. So he needed a foundation where he could always put his mind at ease and rest. That place was the Azure Star Escort Agency.

"I'll have to take care of things here and slowly go back."

Just as Cheon Mubaeck was starting to make his future plans.

Chae Ga-ryeong rushed in from outside with a hurried face.

"Young Master Cheon!"

"Have you finished the treatment?"

He had entrusted the treatment of the captured Ten Stars to Chae Ga-ryeong.

But looking at her expression, the situation did not seem very good.

"As soon as that guy woke up, he tried to commit suicide."

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue as if he didn't like it.

"This bastard. I told him I'd kill him if he committed suicide... he's starting again."

"...Pardon?"

"How is he now?"

"He was trying to commit suicide by forcibly reversing his internal energy, so at that time, Mr. Neung-heo blocked it for now."

"That guy Neung-heo is finally earning his keep."

Since Neung-heo had also accumulated quite a bit of internal energy, he would have been able to block the reversal of internal energy for now. But seeing how Chae Ga-ryeong had rushed over so urgently, the situation was clearly not good.

* * *

"My lord, please do something about this. I'm going to die first at this rate."

When he arrived at the scene, Neung-heo complained in a tired voice.

The Ten Stars, with blood in his mouth and a pale face.

Neung-heo, who was pressing his hands on his back and forcibly blocking the reversal of his internal energy.

His face had also turned yellow, as if he could no longer handle it.

Cheon Mubaeck immediately stretched out his hand and struck the Ten Stars' body.

"...!"

The eyes of the Ten Stars, who had been closing his eyes, widened as if they would tear.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and glared at Cheon Mubaeck with a look as if he would chew him up and swallow him.

"You... you bastard. You won't even let me die as I please!"

He had instantly pressed his blood points and had completely blocked the flow of his internal energy.

Of course, if he were to forcibly block it like this, all his qi veins would get tangled and twisted.

Once a qi vein was twisted, it was difficult to return it to its original state. In other words, it meant that he could not use his internal energy properly. On top of that, he would suffer a serious internal injury.

It would take a lot of medicinal herbs and a long time to treat it later. He might even become a cripple.

But what did that matter?

"I saved a guy who was trying to commit suicide, so you should be grateful. You bastard."

"You baaastard!"

Cheon Mubaeck lightly tapped the Ten Stars' cheek.

"Why are you trying to die? Because you don't want to talk about what's in your head?"

The Ten Stars firmly closed his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut.

"If you're going to torture me, go ahead! I won't say a single word of what you want!"

Neung-heo, who had barely managed to get up, clicked his tongue.

"This bastard, he's a tough one. He's a guy who will keep trying to commit suicide rather than talk."

As Neung-heo said, the Ten Stars was a tough one. Even if he were to be tortured, he would surely keep his mouth shut.

But this was a tail he had finally caught. Cheon Mubaeck had no intention of backing down.

"There's a way for a guy who wants to die."

"A way? Are you going to kill him obediently?"

"No, it's to revive his will to live."

"His will to live?"

Neung-heo opened his eyes wide as if he didn't understand.

"Since he wants to die, isn't it enough to just give him a reason to want to live?"

The Ten Stars, who had been listening to the conversation, burst into a loud laugh.

"Hahaha! Do you know what my life's goal is, to give me a reason to want to live! You foolish idiot!"

You have to show the possibility of achieving your life's goal to have the will to live.

Since the Ten Stars' goal would be the same as the Blood Ghost Valley's goal, Cheon Mubaeck could not know yet. So the Ten Stars had mocked Cheon Mubaeck. That no matter what they did, they would not be able to find out anything.

But Cheon Mubaeck was calm. He continued to talk with Neung-heo without being shaken at all.

"What are you going to do? To give him the will to live?"

Cheon Mubaeck answered nonchalantly.

"Beat him to a pulp."

"...Pardon?"

Neung-heo tilted his head as if he had misheard. Cheon Mubaeck kindly explained, which was unlike him.

"What did you shout and cry when you were getting beaten up by me in the old days?"

"Well, I asked you to spare me. ...Huh?"

Neung-heo paused for a moment and looked at Cheon Mubaeck. Cheon Mubaeck was smiling with satisfaction.

"See. You just have to beat him until he asks you to spare him."

"..."

Neung-heo had a cognitive dissonance in his head. To beat a guy who was trying to commit suicide at any moment, to make him say 'spare me'?

What kind of wordplay was that? But,

'That's right. If you beat him to a pulp, he'll say 'spare me' without even realizing it. Then doesn't that mean he wants to live?'

Somehow, it seemed plausible. Neung-heo nodded his head without even realizing it.

"I see. It's a brilliant idea!"

"Right?"

"...These idiots."

The Ten Stars muttered as if he were dumbfounded. Did they really think that made sense?

But he soon had to admit that there was a serious error in that thought. Cheon Mubaeck's fist that suddenly dug into his abdomen.

"Keoheok!"

It felt as if all his internal organs, including his duodenum, were being twisted.

His mind went blank.

A dizzying pain traveled through his nervous system and shook his head.

'Th-Th-This is crazy.'

The pupils of the Ten Stars, which had been full of a firm resolve, shook as if an earthquake had occurred.

He looked up at Cheon Mubaeck without even realizing that saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

A fist that was getting bigger was in his retina.

Kwadeuk!

"Ugh... uh."

The Ten Stars' eyes bulged as if they would pop out. He trembled and curled up his body. His breathing became rough in an instant. Hot blood soaked his face.

"All the pain points are gathered in the face. Even if you hit anywhere, you'll go to hell."

Cheon Mubaeck muttered and swung his fist at his face.

His nose bridge sank, and his cheekbones were crushed. His forehead was crushed as if it were caving in, and his teeth were knocked out. Cheon Mubaeck persistently aimed for the parts where all the nerves were gathered and which were the most painful.

If you want to kill a person, you just have to attack the necessary parts.

But to inflict pain is not an easy task. To double the pain without causing a serious injury.

Cheon Mubaeck pressed a few more of the Ten Stars' blood points.

While he was pressing his blood points so that he could not move, he had properly awakened only his senses. And since he was persistently aiming for the parts where the pain points were gathered, the Ten Stars could only scream like crazy.

Bbak! Kwadeuk!

It was a terrible violence.

"He's... moving?"

Neung-heo, who had been watching blankly, opened his mouth for a moment. Although he could not move because his blood points were pressed, the Ten Stars' limbs were twitching. For a moment, Neung-heo, who had thought that the Ten Stars was counterattacking, was relieved.

"...It's an instinct."

Even with his blood points caught, his limbs were twitching and his action was to bury his face deep between his knees and to raise his arms to block his head.

It was a posture created by instinct. Neung-heo felt a desperate pity for some reason.

Cheon Mubaeck poured out a ruthless violence on such a Ten Stars and shouted.

"Live!"

Bbeok!

"You want to!"

Bbak!

"Say it!"

"...Sa-Spare me..."

"Say you want to live!"

"Sa-Spare me!"

Watching the scene where that firm will was miserably shattered, Neung-heo firmly closed his mouth.

And he thought.

'I'll have to adjust the level and be cheeky. I'll go to hell if I'm not careful.'

It was an enlightenment.

* * *

Once a will that had begun to collapse was broken, it took a long time to build it up again.

And Cheon Mubaeck had thoroughly trampled on the already broken will so that it would never rise again.

In fact, it was not possible to break a person's will with just violence.

And it was needless to say for a martial artist who had deeply learned martial arts.

But Cheon Mubaeck's violence was different.

The internal energy in his hand was the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art, which was full of the qi of subduing demons. On top of that, after reciting the verses of the Primordial Root Scripture, it contained a faint immortal energy.

It was the extreme opposite of the Ten Stars, who had learned a demonic art. So every time a shock was delivered, the Ten Stars would have felt not just a simple pain, but an attack on the roots of the martial arts he had learned his whole life.

So the Ten Stars had no choice but to collapse.

In the meantime, Cheon Mubaeck had extracted as much necessary information as possible.

But Cheon Mubaeck could not be happy, nor could he be displeased.

His face was strangely contorted.

A completely unexpected word had come out.

"The Seven Sects of the Demonic Path..."

Cheon Mubaeck's gaze was directed at a distant place. The direction where the sun was setting, the west.

If you kept going west, you would reach Tibet, and then the Tian Shan Mountains.

The Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, the headquarters of the Demonic Sect.

The Seven Sects of the Demonic Path.

People thought that the Demonic Sect was a single force, but of course, it was not.

How could a single organization push the Central Plains of the martial world to the brink of a death sentence?

The Demonic Sect was also a group composed of numerous complex power relations.

In any organization, there were bound to be fierce competition, disputes, and struggles.

The seven great sects that had given birth to the demon.

They were called the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path.

And the Ten Stars was from one of the Seven Sects of the Demonic Path, the Dark Sect.

Cheon Mubaeck laughed without even realizing it at the ill-fated relationship with the Demonic Sect that had continued once again across his past lives.

"What I couldn't finish in my past life..."

It seemed he would have to finish it in this life.

(End of Chapter)