Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 135

The Three Kings’ Disciple (136)

135

“Sigh. Ha.”

Jang Bo breathed in and out, seemingly refreshed.

Swoosh.

He wiped the blood from his face and smiled.

“This is the path to Great Peace.”

Around him lay a multitude of corpses.

Everything was crushed beyond recognition.

Krrrk.

There were things wriggling within.

They were the Yellow Turbans who had surrounded those defeated by the Wudang warriors.

Wriggle.

They clung to the corpses at Jang Bo’s gesture.

“Arise.”

The Yellow Turbans moved as if alive, devouring the corpses.

The Yellow Turbans pieced together the fragmented corpses, weaving them into one.

“Krrrk.”

What rose was a monster that could not be called human.

A monster with a large body and several arms and legs attached.

“This is the Tao [the Way].”

Jang Bo looked at it and smiled with satisfaction.

‘What is the Tao?’

It is a path.

A path leading somewhere.

Sects with Wudang or Taoist leanings value the Tao and follow their own.

There was no set thing to follow.

Each person follows what they desire, and seeks what they must follow.

Wudang thought of it as the sword.

But Mu Cheon, a disciple of Wudang, thought differently.

‘What is it that I seek with the sword?’

Power.

The power to make everything kneel beneath you and spread your Tao.

And with that.

“Great Peace.”

He would create a peaceful world.

Living confined in the world of Wudang, Mu Cheon had not felt peace there.

He had to wield a sword every day, and compete every day.

That was not peace.

True peace was only possible when everything returned to nothingness.

Swoosh.

Jang Bo, watching the collapsing Tai Chi, smiled.

“Great Peace is before our eyes.”

The being that would lead them.

The being that Wudang called the Heavenly Demon.

But it was different for Jang Bo.

“Let’s go meet the General, my children.”

The Heavenly General.

He was truly the true Taoist of this era who would bring Great Peace.

Krrrk.

The Yellow Turban monsters began to advance, devouring everything.

***

The Wudang territory was ablaze with fire.

A man was surrounded by Wudang warriors.

“You…”

The faces of the Wudang warriors were distorted with anger.

“Did you… destroy the Supreme Seven Stars Formation?”

They shouted at the man, Lee Ro-woon, as they vented their anger.

With strict security, it was easy to spot a new face in the Wudang territory.

Now that the formation was destroyed, a stranger had suddenly appeared.

At the same time, the dangerous aura he exuded was enough to make the Wudang warriors suspicious.

“Do you know what you’ve done!”

A middle-aged warrior shouted.

The explosive force of his aura revealed his level.

‘Mystic Realm [a high level of martial arts mastery].’

A strongman who had entered the middle stage.

“Look!”

He spoke as if spitting out blood.

“This is the result of what you’ve done!”

Flames were rising in the direction his sword was pointing.

The Wudang territory, which had been peaceful just a few tens of minutes ago.

Whoosh!

Everything was burning.

Thud!

It was collapsing.

The middle-aged man shouted again with a face that could not express his despair.

“How could you be so immoral?”

Lee Ro-woon had a languid expression.

Not a single trace of guilt could be found on his face.

“You broke the peace… and you don’t feel anything?”

Only then did an expression appear on Lee Ro-woon’s face.

It was a clear sneer.

“You’re talking nonsense.”

“Wh, what…”

“What about what you guys did?”

“What are you talking about!”

Seeing the warrior become even more enraged, Lee Ro-woon smiled and said,

“Immoral, you say.”

He had clearly called him immoral.

As if he had no Tao.

“Did the Taoist Wudang follow their Tao by driving out the citizens of Guangzhou and using them as nourishment?”

“………!”

“What about the martial artists?”

Lee Ro-woon sneered.

“You forcibly broke the world of martial artists that opened in Guangzhou, and accepted them into Wudang. All of that was…”

“For the sake of the true Tao! To fight against the demons…!”

“Yes. That Tao.”

Lee Ro-woon already knew everything.

“You did all this following that Tao. So did I.”

If their logic was correct, then he was the same.

“I did it following my Tao.”

“Is the path you follow the Demonic Path!”

He shouted.

The Wudang warrior seemed to spit it out like a curse.

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

It was something Lee Ro-woon could not deny.

Srrng-!

At the same time, light began to seep into the swords held by the Wudang warriors.

Lee Ro-woon’s eyes also narrowed.

It wasn’t because they were showing hostility.

“Idiots.”

He clicked his tongue at their stupidity and cruelty.

“Are you afraid?”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“If you realized that I destroyed the Supreme Seven Stars Formation, you should have attacked me already.”

They had only surrounded him and vented their anger.

“Are you afraid of me, the one who destroyed the Supreme Seven Stars Formation?”

Even though they were martial artists.

“Or are you afraid to go into that battlefield and fight the demonic spirits?”

He tried to talk instead of wielding his sword.

What was the result?

Whoosh!

The Yellow Turban group was heading towards the Tai Chi, and even in that time, the number of those dying was only increasing.

If the Wudang warriors in front of him had gone there instead, they could have saved at least one more martial artist.

‘This is…’

Lee Ro-woon closed his eyes and thought.

‘Is this… grace?’

He had never deeply pondered about grace before.

When he was Lee Ro-woon of Dank, he had often been angry or hostile towards their wickedness, but the Lee Ro-woon who had returned was different.

In fact, to Lee Ro-woon, grace, Earth, Ainhardt, everything was just so-so.

Just one thing.

“I only tried to find my masters. And I wanted to create a place for them to live.”

That was all he wanted.

The Wudang warriors hesitated at his incomprehensible words.

Goooh.

The energy emanating from Lee Ro-woon was drawing out the fear that was deep within their hearts.

“Because they were giving me their things, I only thought about making my masters happy, even if I didn’t want them.”

“What are you…”

“Shut up.”

Paeng!

The blood needle that flew stopped in front of the warrior who had opened his mouth.

“I thought that if there was a sharp edge, I could just get rid of it…”

Lee Ro-woon swept back his drooping bangs.

Two clear red eyes.

The languidness had disappeared from them.

“It seems there are more parts to cut out than I thought.”

“Kueeeuk.”

The warriors let out suppressed groans at the energy pouring out of Lee Ro-woon.

“If they saw this, wouldn’t my masters be the same as me?”

Anger blooming in the ashes that had been burned.

The emotions that his masters would feel again should not be like that.

“I need to be a little…”

Yes.

“I need to get serious.”

Someone might say that Lee Ro-woon’s words were absurd and arrogant.

But Lee Ro-woon was serious.

Thud!

Lee Ro-woon stepped forward and stomped on the ground.

Crack!

The ground cracked.

It looked like a gaping maw to devour the Wudang warriors.

* * *

“………!”

Baek Cheong and Ha Se-min, who were moving, simultaneously widened their eyes.

‘What is this…’

As martial artists who had reached a high level, they could feel it more clearly.

A chilling, intense energy.

Baek Cheong looked at the place where the Tai Chi was collapsing, but Ha Se-min was different.

“This is…”

It was not the Heavenly Demon that Wudang had sealed that was awakening.

It was something more than that.

Taat!

Something more dangerous was awakening.

It was something that had been suppressed by someone’s will, which was incomparable to Wudang’s formation.

Taat!

Ha Se-min increased his speed, and Baek Cheong also increased his speed, chasing after him.

“Could this be…”

Baek Cheong also noticed and asked.

“Is it Lee Ro-woon?”

A voice of disbelief.

“Is that his power?”

It was a question asked because Ha Se-min was closer to him than Baek Cheong himself.

“Don’t you already know?”

Ha Se-min also spoke a little sharply to Baek Cheong, unable to hide his anxiety.

“It seems Wudang is awakening something they shouldn’t have awakened.”

“What the…”

Baek Cheong, who knew about Lee Ro-woon.

“Is this a power that a human can possess?”

Even so, it was an incomprehensible wave.

The two who were running simultaneously turned around.

Paang!

A sound of air being torn was heard.

And with it, a person could be seen leaping through the air.

“What is that… again?”

Baek Cheong looked at it, unable to hide his bewilderment.

The figure that had almost caught up to them.

It approached and spoke.

“I will…”

The one who opened his mouth was someone already familiar to Ha Se-min and Baek Cheong.

“Correct everything.”

The Wudang warrior called Mu Baek.

“Please forgive my disciples.”

After leaving those words, his figure disappeared at a rapid speed.

It was a movement technique that surpassed the speed of Ha Se-min and Baek Cheong.

The level of the warrior Mu Baek was definitely not at that level.

It was the level of a warrior who had barely entered the Hwagyung realm [a high level of martial arts mastery].

But the movement technique he was showing now was.

“It seems Wudang has more secrets than I thought.”

It was comparable to the Jongnam Sect Leader.

* * *

Crack!

The ground was opening its maw.

The inside looked so deep that it was impossible to know its depth.

“Ah… ah… ah…”

The Wudang warriors, who had spent their entire lives training with swords in Wudang.

They were sword demons who believed that the sword was the only path to the Tao.

They were those who did not fear flying swords, and aimed to put their souls on the tip of their swords.

“Aaaah…”

Such people were only groaning in fear like children.

Crack!

Even as the cracks were coming towards them, they could not even think of avoiding them.

Overwhelming fear.

All the warriors could see were two red dots.

In the end, they did something that martial artists should not do.

They closed their eyes.

They had decided to run away from the fear they could not overcome.

Crack!

The cracks continued to come.

Just as the warriors were about to give up, realizing that everything was over.

“Please.”

A voice was heard.

“Please, can you not forgive my disciples?”

A familiar voice.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a familiar back.

“Mu Baek-!”

Mu Baek, one of the three great disciples of Wudang.

He was looking at Lee Ro-woon with his sword stuck in the ground.

The Tai Chi drawn on the ground where his sword was stuck was blocking the cracks.

“Please…”

He also spoke in a trembling voice, as if he was struggling.

“Please, can you not stop?”

A desperate plea.

The Wudang warriors felt like tears were about to burst out.

Mu Baek was one of the three great disciples of Wudang.

But he was also one of the most special figures in Wudang.

“We…”

Shame and humiliation.

And feeling relief at the same time, the Wudang warriors spoke in unison.

“We… greet the Sect Leader.”

The Sect Leader of Wudang.

That was also Mu Baek’s other identity.

To be precise, it was not Mu Baek, but the being residing within him.

“So you finally show yourself.”

Lee Ro-woon looked at Mu Baek as if he knew everything.

“Did you only show yourself when things became uncontrollable?”

A tone filled with cold contempt.

“I thought I should leave it to the disciples.”

Cheon Jong, the Wudang Sect Leader who had borrowed Mu Baek’s body, said.

“I thought that was the path for Wudang.”

He began to pull out the sword he had stuck in the ground.

“And I was wrong.”

He was crying with his sword.