novelraw Chapter 91 : Enjoy It to Your Heart's Content
Chapter 91 : Enjoy It to Your Heart's Content
The fight between the two swordsmen from the White Moon Palace.
Not only all the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, but also Gwak Myeong, Gu Jucheol, and Song'u, who had not expected the sparring match between the two, focused with wide-open eyes.
The white light, containing a cold chill that could be felt even from ten zhang away, crossed the space.
Through it, the swordsman with blue eyes advanced head-on.
"I inherited all of my father's talents, but there was one thing I did not inherit."
A cold chill, so cold that it seemed to freeze even the bones, rushed towards Cheon Yerang's snow-white face.
Without even having time to think, Cheon Yerang tilted her head back.
Swoosh—!
The hair that had been cut by the wooden sword that had passed by a hair's breadth floated in the air.
'I can't stop.'
Ninety-nine real battles and spars.
Cheon Yerang had never once defeated Cheon Gaseong.
In the first place, the wall of talent that existed between the two was so high that it could not even be compared.
'I can't defeat my brother with a sword.'
Their innate talents were different, and their innate physical conditions were different.
Cheon Gaseong had been taught the White Moon Startling Heaven Sword Technique, the sword technique of his father, Cheon Yushin.
But Cheon Yerang had been taught the White Moon Heaven Flash Sword, a sword technique one level below that.
It was because her talent was not enough to master the White Moon Startling Heaven Sword.
"Blue eyes."
Pupils that gave off a blue light, resembling blue jade.
"The only reason you were acknowledged as my father's daughter was because of those pupils. But now you dare to defy me."
Cheon Gaseong's sword went over the upper part and rose above his head.
"You arrogant thing."
His sword fell from the sky.
Cheon Yerang tried to block Cheon Gaseong's sword with her sword, which she had set at an angle.
But her instinct stopped it.
'I can't block it... or deflect it. In that case...'
Strength entered the hand that was holding the sword hilt.
—White Moon Heaven Flash Sword. Full Moon, Moon Light Late Brilliance.
A strong white light, incomparable to what had been seen so far, was emitted from Cheon Yerang's sword.
"Cheon Yerang!"
Cheon Gaseong, who was facing this, became greatly enraged, unlike his usual self.
As Cheon Yerang's sword drew a large circle as if it were drawing a full moon, a white sword qi resembling a full moon swirled and flew towards Cheon Gaseong.
At Cheon Yerang's unexpected attack, Cheon Gaseong had to swing his sword with all his might.
The similar but grayish sword qi of Cheon Gaseong and the sword qi of Cheon Yerang fiercely clashed and rotated.
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gung—!!
The qi of the two swordsmen bit at each other without a single inch of compromise.
The blue-river stone that made up the training ground cracked with a cracking sound.
Soon.
Kwa-ang!
The shockwave created by the clash of qi spread in all directions, creating a loud noise.
The surprised officials fell on their backs or retreated.
Only the next-generation talents with outstanding skills, such as Hyeok'ugun, Jong Ryeo'ak, and Peng Xiaofeng, could only watch the training ground with a dazed expression.
Cheon Yerang rushed through the dust that had been created as the blue-river stone was crushed.
She swung her wooden sword towards the human figure of Cheon Gaseong, which was visible through the dust.
Although it looked like a single sword strike on the outside, a whopping five sword strikes, each imbued with its own sword qi, were shot out.
"To think you would unfold the full moon on me."
At the voice of Cheon Gaseong, which was clearly heard in her ear, Cheon Yerang let out a breath.
A hot breath flowed out like smoke.
The air around Cheon Yerang began to freeze coldly.
'This is...'
The five sword qis that had been sent flying scattered quietly.
From between them, a grayish sword was revealed.
Soon, Cheon Yerang felt a cold chill that was unbearable.
"It seems I have to teach you again. Who you are... and..."
The dust that had been blocking her vision was lifted in an instant, and Cheon Gaseong appeared.
He had lowered his wooden sword, which was stained with a grayish color.
"Who I was."
'He's coming!'
Cheon Yerang's hair, who had raised her sword to the middle, fluttered as if it had been hit by a storm.
Following that, the wooden sword that Cheon Yerang was holding shattered into pieces, and the finely broken pieces of wood grazed Cheon Yerang's face.
"..."
Cheon Yerang looked at her wooden sword, which was miserably broken, with only the hilt remaining.
'Is this the end?'
The instructor, who was in charge of the refereeing, was in a daze at the level of the sparring match, which was unimaginable for a fight between next-generation talents.
But as he soon came to his senses, he was about to raise his flag.
"Ugh!"
Cheon Gaseong, who had approached Cheon Yerang, grabbed her neck and lifted her up.
Everyone looked at the sight with surprised faces.
Anyone could see that the sparring match had already ended with Cheon Gaseong's victory.
And yet, Cheon Gaseong did not stop.
"You dared to challenge your older brother, so you must be prepared to pay the price for it, right?"
Although Cheon Yerang, whose neck was being held, could not answer, it did not matter.
It was not a question that wanted an answer.
Strength entered the hand of Cheon Gaseong, who was holding Cheon Yerang's neck.
"The sparring match is over. Please stop!"
Zhuge Ming, who was watching this, shouted urgently, and the instructor raised his flag.
"The winner is Cheon Gaseong of the Red Team! Stop the sparring match at once and return to your original positions!"
Despite the instructor's shout, Cheon Gaseong did not care.
In Cheon Gaseong's grasp, Cheon Yerang's consciousness was gradually fading.
At that moment.
"Stop it."
Cheon Gaseong discovered Jin Sohyun, who had come up on the training ground.
"This is a White Moon Palace event. Outsiders, don't interfere."
"I also have a younger sister, you know. But... I don't do trashy things like you."
Jin Sohyun, who had only been lazing around with dead fish eyes, was not there.
The cold anger that Jin Sohyun was emitting surrounded Cheon Gaseong.
"You're next."
"No."
Jin Sohyun, who had approached Cheon Gaseong, pushed his chest and then caught the falling Cheon Yerang with both hands.
"...!"
Everyone was surprised at Jin Sohyun's unexpected action.
Especially on Cheon Gaseong's face, a complicated emotion appeared.
'He pushed me?'
It wasn't that he had relaxed his strength or had been careless.
His body, which had been heated up by the sparring match with Cheon Yerang, was always in a state of tension.
And yet, his body had been pushed back as easily as if it were nothing by a single gesture of Jin Sohyun.
'By a brat like that?'
Cheon Gaseong placed his hand on his chest, as if Jin Sohyun's touch still remained.
It was unpleasant.
He wanted to get rid of this unpleasant feeling at once.
In the meantime, Jin Sohyun went out of the training ground and carefully laid down the fainted Cheon Yerang.
"Oh my! What is this on a woman's face?"
The finely broken pieces of the wooden sword had created fingernail-sized wounds on Cheon Yerang's face.
Jin Sohyun looked at this with a regretful expression and then got up from his seat.
"Young Hero Zhuge. I'll leave Young Lady Cheon to you."
"Leave it to me!"
Jin Sohyun, who had left Cheon Yerang to Zhuge Ming, turned his back.
Cheon Gaseong was glaring at Jin Sohyun with murderously changed pupils from on top of the training ground.
"You have the same eyes as that brat I met at Jiao Lake."
Jin Sohyun went up on the training ground.
"You wanted to have a match between the team leaders with me, right? Let's do it now."
"You arrogant brat."
"It's much better than a pathetic older brother who hits his own younger sister."
While Jin Sohyun, who had come up on the training ground, was lightly warming up, Cheon Gaseong threw the wooden sword he was holding.
"Daoist Temple Master."
At his call, Gwak Myeong answered.
"Speak."
"May I use a real sword?"
At the shocking proposal, Gwak Myeong's face hardened slightly.
Next to him, who was thinking, Song'u said with a worried tone.
"It's too dangerous. The expression on Cheon Shizhu's face is unusual, so I'm very anxious."
Song'u had admired Cheon Gaseong's talent, which had far surpassed his expectations, several times.
That's why he was afraid that Jin Sohyun would be seriously injured by Cheon Gaseong, who was holding a real sword and was facing the sparring match with all his might.
But unlike him, Gu Jucheol said with a dry voice.
"Permit it."
The two masters gave completely opposite opinions.
Gwak Myeong, who had been thinking for a while, nodded his head.
"I permit it."
At the permission of the Daoist Temple Master, Gwak Myeong, the instructors who had been hesitating brought a real sword and held it out to Cheon Gaseong and Jin Sohyun.
"I'm fine."
"Ah! I'm sorry. There are no flying swords prepared separately... will you bring yours?"
At the instructor's question, Jin Sohyun smiled brightly.
"I don't need a flying sword."
Jin Sohyun took out a black daegeum from his waistband.
It was a gift from one of his masters, the Heavenly Sound Hundred Flowers, O Yoran.
"This will do."
"Isn't that a daegeum?"
"Yes. It's been a while since I've played it."
Jin Sohyun wiped the Black Snow Fragrance here and there with his sleeve.
Meanwhile, as Jin Sohyun took out a daegeum instead of a real sword or a flying sword, the expressions of the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple became strange.
The majority of the officials were puzzled, and this was the same for Moyong Susu and Oh Seolhwa.
"Hey! Does Young Hero Jin also know how to play a sound art?"
"No. I don't know either."
Oh Seolhwa and Moyong Susu were sitting side by side, watching the sparring match.
Also, Jong Ryeo'ak, who had business with both Cheon Gaseong and Jin Sohyun, was very annoyed.
"Why is that moron suddenly taking out a daegeum?"
He had thought he would be able to see the martial arts of that cunning Jin Sohyun this time.
But Jin Sohyun had taken out a daegeum, as if to tease this Jong Ryeo'ak.
"Anyway... there's not a single thing I like about him from one to ten!"
"Elder Gu."
"His sound art is trustworthy, so don't worry."
"Did you know that Jin Sohyun knows how to play a sound art?"
"Of course. I've experienced it myself."
Gu Jucheol waited for the sparring match between Cheon Gaseong and Jin Sohyun with an interested face.
Song'u was still anxious and was chanting a Buddhist scripture with the prayer beads on his wrist.
The Daoist Temple Master of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, Gwak Myeong, quietly circulated his internal energy.
It was to prepare for an unexpected situation.
The one who was in a bad mood at the sudden appearance of the daegeum was also Cheon Gaseong.
"There is a limit to ignoring a person."
"I learned it under a great master, so don't worry."
"This is your last chance. Bring your flying sword."
"I can't do that. I don't think I can control my strength."
Jin Sohyun was always sincere.
But Cheon Gaseong's patience, who did not know this, was now running out.
"Hoo..."
Along with a deep sigh, Cheon Gaseong's gaze changed.
Cheon Gaseong raised his real sword with an emotionless face.
"Then now it's time to pay the price for interfering with the event of the White Moon Palace."
Cheon Gaseong no longer had any intention of having a verbal fight with Jin Sohyun.
If he would not fight with all his might, he was planning to teach him so that he would not do such an arrogant thing again.
Of course, the price of the lesson was the right arm of the arrogant person who was holding the daegeum.
"First, your..."
Cheon Gaseong was puzzled.
It was because the distance to Jin Sohyun was farther than he had thought.
'When did he move?'
Jin Sohyun, who had been within ten steps, was now thirty steps back.
Jin Sohyun brought the Black Snow Fragrance to his mouth and inhaled.
'It's been a while... I hope it goes well.'
Soon, the Black Snow Fragrance of Jin Sohyun, who had received everyone's expectations, let out a loud roar.
Bieeeeeek—!!
At the monstrous sound of the Black Snow Fragrance, which echoed throughout the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, beyond the training ground, the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, who were watching the sparring match, foamed at the mouth and collapsed.
Their brains could not withstand the monstrous sound that contained internal energy.
The monstrous sound also affected the instructors who were in a defenseless state.
"Uh... eok!"
Along with a final scream, the instructors collapsed one after another.
"Wh-What on earth... this monstrous sound...!"
Song'u covered his ears with both hands and shed tears.
Gwak Myeong's situation was not much different.
Even for him, a master of the peak, the strange sound that contained internal energy was difficult to withstand.
Gu Jucheol had even stuck his fingers in his ears and was frowning.
"Keuk!"
Blood flowed from Cheon Gaseong's mouth at the unexpected attack.
"What... kind of trick is this..."
"Oh! You didn't collapse!"
A playful smile appeared on Jin Sohyun's lips.
It had been a very long time.
To have met a person who could stand still even after hearing his performance.
A bright smile spread across the excited Jin Sohyun's face.
"It's starting from now on. I'll play for you for free, just this once."
Jin Sohyun's hand, which was on the Black Snow Fragrance, moved smoothly.
"Enjoy it to your heart's content."
(End of Chapter)