Sword God Reborn

Chapter 153 : I missed you.

Nameless pondered why he had ended up in this state.

"You damn long-nosed bastards...!"

The first reason was that he had suffered a serious internal injury to his dantian from Mucheonak's sword strike.

The second was that his left arm had been cut off by the Taiji Wisdom Sword unfolded from the Great Purity True Man's sword.

Even the great Nameless had to immediately tend to his body if his arm was cut off and his dantian was injured.

But the Great Purity True Man's sword was not the Wudang's unique 'softness overcomes hardness'. It was a strange thing that contained the Taiji Wisdom Sword in the extremely practical and ominous killing sword unique to the Red Scarf Society.

Even the great Nameless did not have the magnanimity to withstand it.

Most of them had returned to the mountain manor, and the remaining personnel were few, so they were outnumbered.

Since his condition was not good, far from killing the Great Purity True Man, he was in danger of being killed himself.

In the end, Nameless chose to flee.

If an absolute master of the realm of entering the divine decided to run away, chasing him was an impossible task unless one was also in the same realm of entering the divine.

Nameless, who had shaken off the Great Purity True Man in an instant and had fled, his face contorted fiercely.

'But even if I return like this, will my neck be safe?'

He was the one responsible for the scheme that had been working in the shadows in Wudang.

The best had failed, and the next best, which he had chosen out of necessity, had also been ruined.

Now, his goal was to escape alive.

All the plans had gone awry. Even if he returned alive, according to the strict rules of the valley, would his neck really be safe?

'Biryang, that man is at least on my side, so he'll help, but... ugh. The rest of the guys!'

He would die.

It was clear that he would die, being held responsible. So he had to get something that would grant him a pardon.

Nameless aimed for the Nanam Palace before he left Wudang.

'I'll either burn the secret manuals, including the Taiji Wisdom Sword, or at least take the Divine Spirit Talisman!'

The Divine Spirit Talisman, which was a sacred object of Wudang and was included in the Three Treasures of Wudang along with the Songmun Ancient Sword and the Sect Leader's Command Talisman.

Rather than the secret manual of a secret art like the Taiji Wisdom Sword, the Divine Spirit Talisman was much more important.

'If the internal conflict of Wudang doesn't go as planned, there was an order to at least secure the Divine Spirit Talisman by taking advantage of the gap!'

Then at least his life would be preserved.

Nameless hid deep in Mount Wudang. He had to stop the internal energy that was leaking out, and in his current state, it was out of the question to run far.

When he made up his mind and hid his body, the pursuit team could not chase him and was wandering around.

Rather, Nameless left traces from time to time that could cause confusion.

It was to lure the warriors of Wudang and the Red Scarf Society in a different direction.

"He went that way! That way!"

As intended, the pursuit teams left Wudang and spread out everywhere.

Nameless, who had confirmed that enough personnel had left, immediately moved.

Even though his body was internally injured, it was clear that he would die if he stayed like this. Nameless made up his mind and used his lightness skill to the extreme.

The Nanam Palace, where the Divine Spirit Talisman and all sorts of secret manuals were gathered, and among them, the deep secret vault came into view. It was then.

"...!"

Jjaeaeeaeng!

Nameless hurriedly changed his path at the sword strike that suddenly rushed in.

A sword that grazed his head by a hair's breadth.

Nameless narrowed his brows as he saw the swordsman who had appeared before him. It was not the martial arts of Wudang, nor was it the martial arts of the Red Scarf that he had seen for a long time.

Nameless immediately threw a palm strike.

Jjeojeojeok!

But the opponent blocked it without difficulty. Nameless's face contorted. At least a martial prowess similar to Mucheonak's. If he was on the same level as the warrior who had embedded a sword in his dantian and had caused a serious internal injury. He could not deal with him in a short time. And he was injured now.

Suddenly, Nameless's eyes widened at the familiar sword path.

"Are you the Thousand Year Slender Sword Muyong? That guy who was said to be a freeloader in the Zhuge Clan?"

Since he had a detailed grasp of the renowned warriors not only in Wudang but also in Hubei Province, he quickly figured out who the opponent was.

"Hmph. You damn Zhuge Clan bastards. I'll finish you guys off soon too!"

Nameless said so and threw another palm strike.

Muyong hurriedly dodged the powerful demonic energy that was poured out with a pain that turned his stomach upside down. Nameless, who had pushed him once, dug in with the momentum to finish him off this time.

"You bastard!"

Muyong, like a loach, quickly dodged Nameless's claw and escaped.

Then suddenly.

Nameless stopped, as the thought that he was being lured came to him.

But by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

Kugugugugu!

"Guardian Array of Wondrous Questions!"

A cry like a scream erupted from Nameless's mouth.

The simplified Guardian Array of Wondrous Questions installed in Wudang.

In fact, he had already known. But Nameless was confident that he could avoid it and withstand it. Assuming he was in a normal body condition.

And even now, the Guardian Array of Wondrous Questions was by no means ordinary, and it could not be dismissed as a simplified version.

Because Zhuge Seola, who was the most authoritative in the Guardian Array of Wondrous Questions at the present time, excluding the grand clan head, was responding in real time.

A mechanism that was activated only by touching a fuse was certainly dangerous, befitting the fame of the Guardian Array of Wondrous Questions.

But what was truly scary was that Zhuge Seola was elastically operating the mechanism in real time, watching the situation from time to time.

"Eeeek!"

Hundreds of iron pieces flying from somewhere, blades, and even a poison mist.

It was so confusing that he couldn't tell where the mechanism was being activated or where the trap was.

Not only that. And the Thousand Year Slender Sword Muyong was not affected by the mechanism and was persistently aiming for the gaps.

All of this was the result of Zhuge Seola operating the Guardian Array of Wondrous Questions in real time on the spot.

It had become a huge trap that even an absolute master of the realm of entering the divine could not escape.

"Keheuk!"

After vomiting a handful of blood from his mouth. Nameless's eyes, which were not just bloodshot but had their blood vessels burst, shedding tears of blood, widened.

'It's over.'

He felt that death was imminent.

But wasn't that end too futile? For an absolute master of the realm of entering the divine to die trapped in a mere mechanism.

Nameless gritted his teeth.

The delicate figure in front of him was imprinted on his retina.

"Alright, alright! I'll have to take a Zhuge Clan member as a companion on my way!"

Nameless squeezed out his remaining strength. Zhuge Seola's face, who had noticed his intention, turned pale. Nameless's body stretched out, leaving a pure white afterimage. Zhuge Seola hurriedly activated the mechanism.

Countless swords and blades poured out mercilessly,

But Nameless threw his body, protecting only his vital points.

'Mutual destruction!'

Nameless's hand magnified on his retina. The formidable claw that had burst the hearts of countless people.

'I can't block it.'

For her, who was just making a name for herself in the martial world as a later generation expert, she could not block an absolute master of the realm of entering the divine.

The bright red nails cut through the space and magnified as if to grab her head in an instant. A formidable speed that one would not think was from a state of bleeding from every hole in his body. Zhuge Seola closed her eyes tightly.

But she felt no pain. No shock, no internal injury, not even a slight sting like being bitten by an insect.

"...!"

Her closed eyes slowly opened. A mist of blood unfolded before her eyes. But not a single drop of blood had touched her. Nameless's hand, which had been so formidably powerful, was broken, and the back of the man who had a sword embedded in his face was slowly seen.

Kwajik.

As he pulled out the sword that had pierced through his mouth and had penetrated his uvula, Nameless's body slowly collapsed.

"I said I would come soon, but I'm sorry I seem to be a little late."

A pure white, no, an unusually pale face. A calm voice flowing from a face where the bluish veins were clearly visible.

And the deep pupils that seemed as if their end could not be known.

The dark cloud of fear that had been dominating her mind until just now was slowly clearing, and she felt as if the sunlight was pouring in. Zhuge Seola suddenly remembered an old saying.

Meeting for the first time is a coincidence, meeting for the second time is a connection, and meeting for the third time is fate.

And she had received help for the first time in the Sword King Valley, had been saved for the second time from an assassin's ambush on the way to Wudang, and now for the third time.

It wasn't just meeting, but she had been saved.

And it had only been a day.

Zhuge Seola, at her pulsating heart, the words came out on their own without going through her head.

"I missed you."

It was nonsense, but it was a sincere remark that was not nonsense.

* * *

As befitting Wudang, which pursued wu wei ziran, the funeral was not grand.

But the atmosphere was solemn.

Neung-heo watched the scene and then looked at Cheon Mubaeck with a worried gaze.

"Are you okay? Lord?"

"For you to say such a worried thing to me, I must look not very well in your eyes."

"Of course, isn't it? Your face is so pale that you look like you're about to die. Your veins are visible. Your face has no color."

"Ugh. They say great power comes with a great price..."

Cheon Mubaeck's brow furrowed.

Due to the successive fierce battles at Pocheon Mountain Manor, Cheon Mubaeck's body condition was not good at all.

Although the upper dantian and the lower dantian could be stably calmed down through qi circulation, the middle dantian was different.

It was in a state where it was so fragile that it seemed it would break at any moment.

The problem was that the weaker the band of immortal energy became, the more it inevitably affected the heart that the band surrounded.

'My goodness. Should I tell Zhuge Seola and use the Evil Person Sealing Formation again?'

But the risk was great. If the immortal energy fluctuated as if it were running rampant, it seemed that the middle dantian would be destroyed right away in his current state.

'But it's not dangerous yet.'

He just had to not use both the Ice Soul Divine Art and the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art at the same time.

The fact that his face had no color was because his heart area was not very well, so it was unavoidable for now.

"What does my body condition matter, Neung-heo. When so many people have died."

"Isn't it a paradoxical thing, Lord?"

Neung-heo clicked his tongue as he watched the joint memorial service to honor those who had died in this bloody affair.

"That person, the Wudang Sect Leader, knew who the culprit was and where he was, but he left him alone for the justification of casting out the Red Scarf Society, didn't he?"

"He probably thought he could deal with it later."

But that was absurd. Could Wudang, which had cast out the Red Scarf Society, defeat Nameless? If it was just Nameless, maybe. But how would they deal with Biryang, who was behind Nameless, and the Blood Demon Valley that was working in the shadows in Hubei Province?

It was a fatal misjudgment and a mistake.

Nameless was a much stronger warrior than the Great Purity True Man had expected, and in the end, Wudang had suffered great damage.

But the paradoxical story was.

"Forty percent of the Red Scarf Society's warriors died, and the remaining twenty percent were injured so that they could never hold a sword again, and their dantians were destroyed, didn't they? Geez."

Usually, the Black Heart Gang did not like the Orthodox Faction. It was the same for Neung-heo. Neung-heo's voice, who originally had a sense of antipathy towards the Orthodox Martial World, including the Nine Factions and One Union, was filled with cynicism.

"Didn't the Red Scarf, which they were so eager to cast out, save Wudang again?"

As Neung-heo had said, it was a paradoxical thing.

Although many of Wudang's disciples had also died, it was not as many as the Red Scarf Society.

The Red Scarf Society was in fact on the verge of annihilation.

It was said in secret that since half of the warriors had left, it had turned out as the Great Purity True Man had intended.

In any case, since the ones who had suffered the most damage were the Martial Faction warriors, including the Red Scarf Society.

The position of the Taoist Faction, which was hostile to the Red Scarf Society, had no choice but to shrink greatly.

Of course, it was not a time to fight, dividing into factions.

The atmosphere in Wudang was serious.

"It is all this humble Taoist's fault."

"...Keuheum, heumheum."

When the Great Purity True Man appeared, Neung-heo tried to avoid his gaze by coughing awkwardly.

"Young Master Cheon."

"Yes."

"Could we talk for a moment?"

Cheon Mubaeck stared at the Great Purity True Man's eyes.

A sense of guilt was mixed with a transcendent light.

And behind it, the Taiji was faintly reflected.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly.

'Life is a process of realizing through regret.'

To realize the Taiji only after getting hurt was perhaps an inevitable thing for Wudang.

(End of Chapter)