Bachelor Swordsmanship Remastered [EN]: Chapter 132

132. Heavenly Fragrance Butterfly

*Whoosh.*

Muryong Mi was startled and tried to move, but Muryong Jin was faster.

Muryong Jin instantly caught the collapsing Dok-go Rang.

As Muryong Mi steadied her surprised heart, Muryong Jin slowly laid Dok-go Rang on the ground.

*Rustle.*

Muryong Mi immediately approached, checked Dok-go Rang’s pulse, and examined his injuries.

‘This is bad.’

Muryong Mi bit her lip without realizing it.

Dok-go Rang’s condition was terrible.

He had suffered numerous wounds, both large and small, lost a lot of blood, and was completely exhausted from lack of rest.

It was doubtful how he had even managed to manifest his Sword Energy in such a state.

*Tap, tap.*

Muryong Mi applied pressure to his blood points to stop the bleeding and took out a small porcelain bottle from her pouch.

*Rustle.*

Muryong Mi carefully sprinkled the white powder from the bottle onto Dok-go Rang’s wounds.

“How is he?”

Asked Yeongho-jun, the Plum Blossom Sword.

“We need to get him to a doctor as soon as possible.”

Muryong Mi said, examining Dok-go Rang.

“This is just buying time. If we delay any longer, he might lose his life.”

“I understand. Let’s get him to a doctor immediately.”

Yeongho-jun said and then asked.

“But where is Secretary Yun?”

“He…”

Muryong Mi frowned.

She hesitated for a moment whether to say it, but she had no choice.

“He left.”

“Left? You mean Great Scholar Yun?”

Muryong Jin asked with a puzzled expression.

“Yes. He said he had something to do.”

“This is bad.”

Yeongho-jun, the Plum Blossom Sword, clicked his tongue.

“There are many people with other business today. First, young lady Dang, and now Secretary Yun.”

At those words, Muryong Mi recalled the question she had been putting off.

‘Why is the Martial Alliance representative treating Great Scholar Yun so respectfully?’

If Yun Hyeon was just an ordinary secretary, he wouldn’t be treated like this.

What does the Martial Alliance know about Yun Hyeon, and what kind of relationship do they have?

‘And just what is Great Scholar Yun doing….’

What is the task that Yun Hyeon has to do, even if it means leaving Dok-go Rang?

Could it be that Yun Hyeon is not related to the Azure Dragon Sword Master?

All sorts of questions arose in Muryong Mi’s mind.

Then, Yun Hyeon’s gentle smile and voice suddenly came to mind.

—Please take care of me.

That’s what Yun Hyeon had said to Muryong Mi.

He hadn’t abandoned Dok-go Rang at all.

“…Let’s go quickly.”

Muryong Mi said.

Muryong Jin nodded and immediately picked up Dok-go Rang.

“Follow me. I’ll lead the way.”

*Tap.*

Yeongho-jun, the Plum Blossom Sword, said that and immediately leaped away.

Muryong Jin also followed Yeongho-jun with Dok-go Rang in his arms, and Muryong Mi kicked off the ground as well.

Leaving behind the bloody and horrific scene, they left Cheoljeong Mountain with Dok-go Rang.

***

*Thud, thud.*

The grass crunched under Yun Hyeon’s feet.

The forest of Cheoljeong Mountain, where the moonlight was waning, was so dark that even experienced mountain climbers would have difficulty finding their way, but Yun Hyeon walked through the dark forest path without hesitation.

*Thud.*

How long had he been walking?

Yun Hyeon stopped where the forest ended and a wide grassy field unfolded.

*Swoosh.*

The grass swaying in the wind under the moonlight sparkled like rippling waves.

“Have you come?”

A hollow voice was heard.

Yun Hyeon turned his head.

An old man with a long white beard and white eyebrows, like a Taoist hermit, was standing there.

*Swish.*

“I am Yun Hyeon.”

Yun Hyeon bowed first.

It wasn’t because he recognized that the old man was a great master.

It was natural for Yun Hyeon to bow to an elderly person, and he felt that the old man did not harbor any malice.

“Did you call for me, Elder?”

The old man’s eyes flashed at Yun Hyeon’s greeting.

“That’s right.”

The old man answered and then suddenly asked.

“Are you not afraid of me?”

Yun Hyeon asked back with a puzzled expression.

“Should I be afraid?”

The aura emanating from the old man in front of him was truly enormous.

Even a decent master would immediately change their expression and feel fear.

But not Yun Hyeon.

Yun Hyeon could clearly sense a certain hollow feeling beyond that intense energy.

It was as if he were facing an elderly scholar or a detached Taoist hermit, which made him feel rather favorable.

That was also why he was sure that he did not harbor any malice.

“Heh heh.”

The old man laughed.

“I can see why Bulyeong and Yi Geom-hak took notice of you.”

He, too, was feeling curiosity and favor toward Yun Hyeon.

However, his favor was very different from the common sense of ordinary people.

*Swoosh.*

He could hear the sound of wind even though there was no wind blowing.

And Yun Hyeon could not hide his surprise at what was happening before his eyes.

‘What!’

*Rustle, rustle.*

Starting from where the old man was standing, the surrounding bushes were rapidly withering.

Even the leaves that had been lush until just now lost their vitality and fell like fallen leaves.

Those sounds were heard like the sound of wind.

“Death, and life too.”

The aura of death that had been spreading around the old man stopped at some point.

And this time, starting from under the old man’s feet, the plants were recovering their lives.

The dried leaves regained their greenness, and the drooping plants regained their vitality.

The energy of life was spreading around the old man.

*Swoosh.*

Even though the wind was not blowing, the plants shook and made sounds.

And before he knew it, the circle of life had erased the circle of death.

Even the fallen leaves that had fallen crumbled and disappeared, and the surroundings returned to their original state as if nothing had happened.

The old man in front of him was doing something that was impossible with common sense.

“I hold everything.”

The old man stared straight at Yun Hyeon with deep eyes.

“Saving life is medicine, and killing life is poison. But medicine and poison are originally one….”

A gentle smile hung on the old man’s lips.

“I am the Medicine Immortal and soon the Poison Immortal.”

‘Poison Immortal!’

Yun Hyeon could not hide his surprise.

The One Immortal of Hwanwooocheonjon [One of the most powerful beings in the world], that Great Buddhist Monk Bulyeong had mentioned, the Dang Clan’s Poison Immortal, was now standing in front of him.

*Whoo-ooh.*

The Poison Immortal’s clothes fluttered.

It wasn’t because of the wind.

“What about you?”

The Poison Immortal asked, looking at Yun Hyeon.

“Will you be poison to me, or will you be medicine?”

“What do you mean?”

Yun Hyeon carefully asked back.

But the Poison Immortal did not answer.

Yun Hyeon waited calmly.

“The Martial Alliance.”

After a long time, the Poison Immortal opened his mouth.

“It is Bulyeong’s last obsession. Even he, who has let go of everything, could not let go of the Martial Alliance.”

*Step.*

The Poison Immortal took a step closer to Yun Hyeon.

“Yi Geom-hak’s obsession lies in the ultimate of the sword. To see that end, Yi Geom-hak will not spare even his own life. But he still has regrets because he has not yet seen it.”

*Step.*

Again, the Poison Immortal approached Yun Hyeon.

Yun Hyeon felt like he was being squeezed from all sides.

It was as if the whole world was pressing down on Yun Hyeon.

Yun Hyeon unknowingly turned one hand behind his back.

And he confirmed the feeling of the wooden sword touching his fingertips.

“My regret lies in the Dang Clan.”

The Poison Immortal said as if spitting it out.

And at the same time, the grass and trees around the Poison Immortal began to wither rapidly.

*Crack.*

‘Oh my god.’

Yun Hyeon was horrified to see the aura of death spreading towards him.

‘This is not poison.’

It was an enormous flow of Qi [internal energy].

The bushes were withering and dying, unable to withstand the intangible energy that the Poison Immortal was emitting.

*Rustle, rustle, rustle.*

A loud noise, as if leaves were falling, began to fill Yun Hyeon’s surroundings.

The world was all brown, as if autumn had suddenly arrived.

And Yun Hyeon had to answer.

An answer that the Poison Immortal, who had created this spectacle, would not like.

“Elder.”

Yun Hyeon took his hand off the wooden sword.

And he calmed his breathing and said quietly.

“I think you’ve found the wrong person.”

A smile crossed the Poison Immortal’s lips.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

Yun Hyeon’s answer was without hesitation.

He had never even thought about becoming the greatest clan in the world.

He had no interest in it, and more than anything, he was not capable of it.

What could Yun Hyeon, who only knew the sword, promise to become the greatest clan in the world?

*Rustle.*

Suddenly, the Poison Immortal took a step back.

Yun Hyeon looked at him with puzzled eyes, but the Poison Immortal took another step back.

*Rustle.*

“Let’s see if that’s true.”

The Poison Immortal said quietly and raised one hand.

*Whoo-oong.*

With that simple action, the atmosphere around him changed in an instant.

Yun Hyeon could clearly feel the invisible, intangible energy gathering in the Poison Immortal’s hand.

Yun Hyeon reflexively turned his hand behind his back.

And the Poison Immortal said with a benevolent smile.

“Let’s see for ourselves.”

*Fwoosh.*

With his palm facing up, the Poison Immortal lightly raised his hand upward.

It was a light movement as if he were flying something invisible upward.

But Yun Hyeon could clearly see it.

From the Poison Immortal’s fingertips, something invisible was fluttering like a butterfly.

It was an incredibly powerful aura formed by the gathering of intangible energy.

*Rustle.*

At first, it was very small.

But from the moment it left the Poison Immortal’s fingertips, that intangible energy began to spread its wings.

*Fwoosh.*

It might still have been a butterfly.

But its wings were no longer small or slender.

The intangible wings created by the Poison Immortal’s technique were covering the entire night sky.

And in Yun Hyeon’s mind, the image of a single sword had already emerged.

*Buzz.*

There was no time to think.

Yun Hyeon immediately drew his wooden sword.

And at the same time as an unfamiliar energy swirled around the crude wooden sword, he thrust it upwards.

Towards those large wings that were descending as if to embrace him.

*Swish.*

*Whoo-oong.*

There was no impact.

There wasn’t even a feeling of cutting something.

Yun Hyeon’s wooden sword simply cut through the air.

It was as if everything was an illusion, but it wasn’t.

*Thwack, thwack, thwack.*

The forest behind Yun Hyeon was destroyed with a roar.

And only then did the explosion follow.

*Thwack.*

‘Ugh.’

Yun Hyeon frowned and quickly lowered his body.

The shattered trees and dust covered the surroundings.

A strong wind scattered Yun Hyeon’s clothes and hair, and the entire forest shook as if caught in a storm.

After a while, the wind subsided and Yun Hyeon raised his body.

And Yun Hyeon saw that the ground was torn on his left and right like deep scars.

If Yun Hyeon had not raised his sword, he would have taken the full brunt of that impact.

“If Bulyeong has insight, then so do I.”

Yun Hyeon raised his head at the Poison Immortal’s leisurely voice.

“If Yi Geom-hak has discernment, then so do I.”

*Swish.*

The Poison Immortal put his hands behind his back.

Even this tremendous disaster was nothing to him, and the Poison Immortal was even wearing a faint smile.

“No one has blocked my Heavenly Fragrance Butterfly for the past thirty years. Even though I gave you a two-step grace period.”