Sword God Reborn

Chapter 301 : The sword slipped

"Does that make sense?"

Even Zhuge Seol-ah, who would first believe and see what Cheon Mubaeck said, couldn't hold it in this time and shouted. But Cheon Mubaeck didn't care.

"From now on, I will hide in the demonic path's camp."

"......!"

As he calmly revealed his intention, which she had been wondering about, Zhuge Seol-ah's mouth fell open.

"They have prepared a decisive battle to call me out. Don't think it's arrogant. Their real purpose is to kill me, who has become a symbol of demon subduing, in front of the orthodox path and to break their will."

"That, that's..."

Of course, it was not an arrogant statement. Although that was not the biggest reason, it was a clear thing that it would occupy a large proportion of the reasons why the demonic path was preparing for a decisive battle.

Unlike the last Righteous-Demonic War, there was no overwhelming existence like the Azure Sky Sword God. The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, whom you believe in and revere, will not be able to endure and will die.

It was clear that they were trying to show this.

When he said that much, Zhuge Seol-ah gradually understood Cheon Mubaeck's actions.

After Zhuge Yeogang had sent a message through Zhuge Seol-ah to move to Shanxi Province as soon as possible, Cheon Mubaeck had first set his direction to Shanxi Province. At the same time, he had thoroughly hidden his movements.

He had even stopped Zhuge Seol-ah from reporting to the Righteous Alliance.

"Were you worried that information would leak out?"

"It's not that I don't trust the Righteous Alliance, but in a war, aren't there spies everywhere?"

It was the demonic path that had already created the unprecedented weapon called Bidara.

Anyone could easily predict that they had hidden spies in the orthodox path, whether by using Bidara among the orthodox path, or by recruiting some orthodox path people.

So he had hidden himself so thoroughly that even the Righteous Alliance did not know Cheon Mubae's movements.

'Then...'

Zhuge Seol-ah's pupils trembled slightly.

In fact, Zhuge Seol-ah had been planning to persuade Cheon Mubaeck. Because she thought that joining the Righteous Alliance as her father had intended and fighting together would be a great help to their forces.

But the fact that Cheon Mubaeck had hidden his whereabouts as soon as he had received the message meant that he had firmly decided to enter the demonic path right away.

Zhuge Seol-ah, who had realized that she could not persuade him, sighed.

"Then are you going to the demonic path's side on the battlefield now?"

"That's right, the demonic path's camp. I will disguise myself as a demonic person and join them."

"......!"

"Wouldn't it be fun? They're trying to catch me with the Heavenly Demon, but I won't show myself in the fight."

"But it's dangerous. It's impossible to hide and operate in the demonic path's camp. The martial arts of the orthodox path are clearly different from theirs."

Demonic arts and orthodox martial arts were clearly different.

Weren't they so incompatible that even a low-level demonic soldier could notice?

Zhuge Seol-ah's question was natural.

Gok Ji-heum's divine disguise skills? Or the bone-shrinking technique that twisted the facial muscles?

All were impossible. Because the qi accumulated in the dantian itself was different. Would they not notice the energy that flowed out with every breath, mixed with the breath?

Even if he managed to hide his qi well, would there be a way if a critical situation arose?

But Cheon Mubaeck answered as if it were nothing.

"It's not a difficult thing."

"It's not a difficult thing?"

Well. If it wasn't a difficult thing, wouldn't the orthodox path have tried to send assassins deep into the demonic path's camp to assassinate the masters?

At Zhuge Seol-ah's suspicious gaze, Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders.

"There is a precedent, so there's nothing I can't do."

"A precedent... ah?"

Zhuge Seol-ah's eyes widened.

There was just one.

Such a precedent. A legendary story of an orthodox path master who had infiltrated deep into the demonic path's camp and had brought down more than half of the demonic path.

"The demonic path journey of the Dark Heaven Sword Emperor..."

The Dark Heaven Sword Emperor.

A martial artist who had lived half of his life as a demonic person, and at a critical moment, had annihilated the elders of the demonic path and had leisurely left the martial world.

Right before the Righteous-Demonic War broke out, a legendary existence that had ended the war before it had even begun clearly existed in history.

"There is a precedent, so what can't I do? Moreover, the Dark Heaven Sword Emperor was not discovered even though he had lived half of his life in the demonic path. It won't even be a month for me."

"..."

Zhuge Seol-ah's face hardened slightly.

A month.

It meant that he would end the war within that time.

"But it's not known what method the Dark Heaven Sword Emperor used to infiltrate the demonic path. We can't learn his method..."

"Don't worry. Young Lady."

Cheon Mubaeck stopped explaining further. No, in fact, it was a part that he couldn't explain.

"There's nothing difficult about it."

In fact, the Dark Heaven Sword Emperor was me.

I've done it once.

* * *

*Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!*

"Move! Move quickly!"

As the bell rang violently, the martial artists moved busily.

They moved with determined faces, each holding their beloved sword firmly. Their movements were extremely swift, and they were extremely elite. A relatively young martial artist who was standing at the forefront of the martial artists called a messenger and asked.

"What's going on? Where do we have to go?"

"It's a request for support from Mount Li (驪山)."

"If it's Mount Li, it must be Jongnam."

The martial artist's brow narrowed slightly.

The final decisive battle was already beginning, and fierce battles were breaking out in the form of local battles here and there.

It was the same for Mount Li, where the First Emperor of Qin had installed a gallery road (閣道) to find a hot spring.

Especially on Mount Li, some of the martial artists of the Jongnam Sect had set up a camp.

"If they're asking us for support, it must be urgent."

Although the man's brow narrowed, he was not a person who would go against the great cause for personal feelings.

He turned his head and looked around at the martial artists who had finished their preparations.

They were people dressed in martial arts uniforms with plum blossoms drawn on them. Their faces were extremely reliable.

"Listen. We are going to save Jongnam. Although Jongnam is not our brother, and they are truly detestable guys, do not bring out personal feelings in front of the demonic path. We are going to save our brothers of the same orthodox path. I, the Plum Blossom One Sword Gukbo, will fight at the very front."

It was none other than the number one rising star of Huashan, the Plum Blossom One Sword Gukbo, and the swordsmen of the Huashan Sect.

As the decisive battle was beginning in Shanxi, Huashan and Jongnam had no choice but to go into the fight, mobilizing all the power of their sects.

Gukbo moved without hesitation, leading the martial artists, but he did not stop thinking.

'The demonic people are continuing to gather, and the orthodox path martial artists are also gathering from all over the Central Plains. Until then, we must preserve our forces as much as possible, and we must cut down the demonic path's forces as much as possible.'

The local battles that were breaking out sporadically were so fierce that they could not be seen as a preliminary battle.

Countless Jongnam and Huashan martial artists had died, and several of their subordinate sects had already been annihilated.

A stuffy air suddenly pierced his nose.

'The smell of the battlefield...'

A sticky and unpleasant energy was felt throughout his body as soon as he entered Mount Li.

Something beyond killing intent.

The smell of the battlefield, where flesh was rotting, blood was clotting, and the sweat of the martial artists and all kinds of filth that had hardened for several days were mixed.

Although he felt he had gotten used to it after fighting several times, it was still extremely unpleasant.

Gukbo hoped that this fight would end as soon as possible.

The stories of the heroes of the Righteous-Demonic War that he had only heard when he was young were just a fantasy.

'There are no heroes. Everyone is just swinging their swords to kill and to live.'

It was shocking.

The sight of the elders of Huashan, who had been so noble and proud and had been infinitely respected, slaughtering the demonic people with the faces of fierce and evil gods.

Their gazes, mixed with a terrible killing intent and fighting spirit, glittered like the eyes of a beast.

But he understood.

He had no choice but to understand their appearance, which had changed passionately to protect Huashan.

Because he himself was the same.

There was no proud hero in the story. There was only one martial artist who swung his sword to live.

Then suddenly, someone came to Gukbo's mind.

'...The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.'

When was it?

He had first seen him at the Jangbo Island in Shanxi, before he had even gained his fame.

Although he had thought he was just a martial artist aiming for the Jangbo Island, he was a righteous person who was fighting against the dark organization called the Blood Serpent Sect.

Not only that. His subsequent actions were all a terrible fight with the demonic path, represented by the Blood Demon Valley.

When everyone was trying to ignore the name of the demonic path, which was on the rise, he was a person who had gone back and forth in the Central Plains alone and had fought with the demonic path.

The Ghost Demon, the Blood Buddha, the Poison Demon, Cheongwangma...

He was the only existence who had killed the terrible demonic path people, whose names alone were frightening, and had in fact cut down the power of the demonic path alone.

He had formed the Righteous Alliance, and had gathered the Nine Sects One Faction...

All this work had started from the tip of one person's sword.

If there was a hero, wouldn't it be just one person?

'Just as the hero called the Azure Sky Sword God had ended the war in the last Righteous-Demonic War, couldn't Young Master Cheon end it?'

The orthodox path martial artists were gathering one after another. He had recently heard the news that the Sword Saint had arrived, leading the Five Great Clans.

Although everyone was cheering, everyone was still waiting for someone.

It was Cheon Mubaeck, whose whereabouts had become unknown.

'He should come quickly...'

Gukbo's thoughts could not continue any further. He, who had felt the atmosphere around him change completely, enhanced his vision.

"That's a relief."

He could see the martial artists of the Jongnam Sect. He could see those who were seriously injured, and although there were many corpses around, not all of them had been defeated. The demonic people on the opposite side also seemed to have suffered great damage.

Gukbo hurriedly shouted.

"The third squad, check the injured and prepare for transport. The first and second squads, follow my instructions and kill the remaining demonic people."

As Gukbo's stern order fell, the Huashan Sect martial artists moved quickly.

The Jongnam Sect martial artists, who had been holding out, made a strange expression at the rescue of the Huashan Sect, but they expressed their gratitude with a relieved face.

"Thank you for coming to our rescue. I am Yoo Seon-ja of Jongnam."

He was an elder of the Jongnam Sect. Gukbo, even in the rush, did not lose his manners and cupped his fists.

"I am the Plum Blossom One Sword of Huashan. I came running as soon as I heard the news. Fortunately, it seems I'm not too late."

But Yoo Seon-ja's face changed strangely.

"News...? We have not requested any support..."

"......!"

Gukbo's face hardened at a frightening speed. At that moment. A mad laugh was suddenly heard from afar.

"Good grief, this is why I like the orthodox path guys. Even if they feel awkward with each other like they're enemies, they help each other out for sure, you know?"

At the same time, the demonic people showed themselves from the surroundings.

Their number was much greater than that of the Huashan martial artists. It wasn't just the number.

They were all masters from whom a terrible demonic qi was flowing.

'A trap...'

Only then did Gukbo, who had realized it was a trap, hurriedly judge.

'At least five of them are on a different level. I can probably face one, and this Yoo Seon-ja can probably face one, but...'

It was a trap where they might be annihilated if they were not careful.

The leader of the demonic people let out a hollow laugh.

"The Plum Blossom One Sword of Huashan? The elites led by the Plum Blossom One Sword and the elder of Jongnam. Today's harvest is good."

"..."

Gukbo held his sword with a hard face. Although it was a gloomy situation, he could not be surprised and give up.

As Gukbo, with a determined face, aimed his sword, the leader smiled and gestured.

"Strike."

Swords flashed among the demonic people and were drawn. A frightening momentum poured out.

"......!"

But in the following situation, the Huashan martial artists, who had been holding their swords with a determined posture, were all dumbfounded.

A head falling to the floor.

It was the leader who had just been giving orders to the demonic people.

Everyone's gaze was focused on one person. The man with a expressionless face, from whose sword tip blood was dripping, was clearly a demonic person. Because he was dressed in the same attire as the demonic people, and had naturally mixed in among the demonic people.

As the confused gazes were focused, the man's mouth opened.

"Oops. The sword slipped."

An indifferent voice without a single emotional fluctuation.

The surroundings were submerged in a suffocating awkward silence.

(End of Chapter)