Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 137

The Three Kings’ Disciple (138)

137

Wudang was the guardian, sealing away the demonic.

The Yellow Turbans attacked to reclaim that demonic.

Kuuuuu.

But the offense and defense had switched.

The flow of air reversed.

Swish, swish.

At the Sect Leader’s call, the Wudang martial artists gathered and stood.

Their number exceeded a thousand.

Swish.

They continued to increase.

They had been unable to find a focal point until Cheon Jong appeared.

“The disciples who lost their way are seeking a path.”

With Cheon Jong as their center, they were gathering.

It wasn’t just Wudang disciples in that place.

The gate opened, and the martial artists who had settled in Guangzhou.

Those who had been absorbed into Wudang and even the players.

“…….”

They stood together in the Wudang ranks.

Even though Wudang had committed atrocities, it didn’t apply to all of them.

For the martial artists, Wudang was a new roof, and even for the players, Wudang acted as a roof.

For those who were not chosen, Wudang might be no different from demons.

“Thank you for standing with us.”

For those who were chosen, Wudang became their home.

Cheon Jong looked at the gathered Wudang and then back at the Tai Chi.

The yellow egg.

“Wudang….”

Cheon Jong’s low voice echoed to everyone.

“Will find its path today.”

Kuuung!

The Wudang disciples who had been standing still stomped their feet.

And.

“Let’s go.”

The advance began.

Kieeeek-!

The remaining Yellow Turban monsters were still destroying buildings and swallowing people.

Taat!

Cheon Jong flew in like a bird.

Swoosh-!

He cut down a Yellow Turban monster that the Wudang disciples couldn’t, in one strike.

The torn pieces of the Yellow Turban.

Fassss!

But unlike before, when other Wudang disciples defeated them, they didn’t regenerate but turned to dust and disappeared.

Sssseung.

The sword energy lingering on Cheon Jong’s sword.

Having reached the state of Sword and Body as One, it bore the Tai Chi pattern and cut down the Yellow Turban monsters.

Taat!

Cheon Jong didn’t stop.

The Wudang disciples followed behind him.

Cheon Jong took the lead, defeating the Yellow Turban monsters.

“Haaap!”

The Wudang disciples also faced the Yellow Turban monsters, as if not to be outdone.

Clang!

But unlike Cheon Jong’s sword, the Wudang disciples’ swords couldn’t cut down the Yellow Turban monsters in one strike.

Was it because the power in the sword was different?

Was it because their levels were different?

Kwaduk!

The Yellow Turban monsters even chewed and swallowed the Wudang disciples.

Cheon Jong moved forward, leaving those people behind with indifferent eyes.

Swoosh!

But his sword, having reached the state of Sword and Body as One, was speaking for his heart.

The blood dripping from the sword looked like the tears of blood Cheon Jong was shedding.

Kwaduk! Clang!

The Yellow Turban monsters were chewing and swallowing Wudang, and Wudang was putting up a weak resistance.

But at some point, the situation began to reverse.

Pak!

The sword blade that wouldn’t go in pierced through a Yellow Turban monster.

Swoosh-!

The Wudang disciples who couldn’t cut them down before began to cut down the Yellow Turban disciples.

“Let’s go.”

The speed of Wudang was increasing.

“I didn’t understand why Wudang was said to be strong.”

Baek Cheong, who had cut down a Yellow Turban monster, spoke with a strange emotion in his voice.

Baek Cheong had seen Wudang in Wudang’s territory; they were indeed people who displayed sharp swordsmanship and mysterious martial arts.

However, that wasn’t enough to represent their legendary stories.

Baek Cheong had even been disappointed by their lacking appearance.

“To think that finding a path would be worth this much.”

The Wudang martial artists looked different in Baek Cheong’s eyes than before.

The swords of Wudang, who had lost their way and were wandering, were extremely weak.

Swoosh-!

But now, the swords of Wudang, who were seeking a path….

“They’re strong.”

They had become so strong that even Baek Cheong couldn’t understand it.

As someone who pursued the Dao [the Way], to find that Dao.

Woong.

Baek Cheong’s sword tip also began to sharpen a little more.

Now, the Wudang disciples no longer fell.

The corpses of the monsters were piled up.

Stepping on them, Cheon Jong looked ahead.

“Have you come?”

A man with a cold smile.

“Mucheon.”

Jang Bo and Cheon Jong were looking at each other.

***

Wudang had lost its way.

And in the midst of that.

“You have fallen into heresy.”

There was also someone who had strayed from the path.

That was Mucheon, Jang Bo.

He had fallen from the path of the sword to the path of power.

And the price was.

“Mucheon.”

It was irreversible.

“Sect Leader. Speak plainly.”

Jang Bo said with a smile.

“I am not Mucheon, but Jang Bo.”

Ssaaaa.

Rain began to fall in the Wudang territory.

“The power I couldn’t have as a Wudang disciple….”

The rain began to turn into sleet.

“I have gained it by becoming Jang Bo.”

Jang Bo smiled brightly.

“Is this something a Wudang sword can do?”

Before long, the sleet turned into hail.

Paang! Pang!

Large hailstones were embedding themselves in the ground, creating explosions.

“No. Wudang cannot do this. This is… the power that Wudang seeks.”

“Wudang does not seek power!”

Cheon Jong shouted.

“Wudang seeks the sword.”

“Why do you seek the sword?”

Jang Bo asked.

“To protect the weak, to protect our home, and to protect our Dao.”

At Cheon Jong’s words, Jang Bo smiled even more deeply, as if he had been waiting for it.

“So, did you protect them?”

His hand danced as he shook it.

“The weak died by the Wudang sword, the Wudang home was sealed by the demonic that Wudang so hated. And the Dao….”

Mockery.

“Did you protect it?”

“I will reclaim it.”

That was the end of their conversation.

Paat!

Cheon Jong kicked off the ground and rose into the air.

A dark black sword energy lingered on his sword.

Cheon Jong fell.

Clang!

His sword and Jang Bo’s ice sword collided.

But the attack didn’t end so futilely.

Cheon Jong’s sword, which had been retrieved, moved as if it had become one with Cheon Jong, aiming for Jang Bo’s entire body.

And then.

Kuuuuuung!

A huge roar that shook the surroundings spread throughout the space.

The Wudang disciples and Baek Cheong quickly turned around.

“Wow! This, sh….”

Baek Cheong swallowed his curse as he looked at the scene.

“He really did it.”

A large barrier that was slowly rising from the ground to the sky.

It was clearly something similar to the broken Tai Chi Seven Star Formation.

The Unranked Tai Chi Seven Star Formation was not the kind of formation that could be recreated at will.

Yet, it was being restored not long after it had been broken.

“He was really an amazing guy.”

Bondeono.

It was the work of that guy whom Lee Ro-woon had taken away to prepare for what was about to happen.

Even if Lee Ro-woon had helped.

“They were crazy.”

To actually pull it off.

Now, all that was left was….

“Hurry.”

Lee Ro-woon.

* * *

The ice sword disappeared with a fassst.

“It is a sword that has been trained for over a hundred years.”

Jang Bo said.

“It is a sword with thousands of years of history.”

A low voice echoed.

And with that.

Kwajik! Kwaduduk!

Eerie sounds echoed from all directions.

“But it cannot reach me.”

Jang Bo said to Cheon Jong, who was kneeling on one knee.

Cheon Jong looked up at Jang Bo.

He knew.

‘The Yin energy of the Tai Chi Seven Star Formation.’

That Jang Bo and the Yellow Turbans had eaten the energy within it and had become rapidly stronger.

Also….

‘That thing.’

The yellow egg.

He knew that the aggregate of that demonic was scattering the inner energy of the Wudang disciples who had lost their way.

It was unavoidable.

The Wudang sword used the Dao and nature.

If they lost their way and nature didn’t side with them, they would inevitably become drastically weaker.

Also, their compatibility was not good.

Kwaduk!

Unless they suppressed it with a Dao greater than what the demonic possessed, a small Dao would simply be trampled.

“This is power. The Great Peace Dao.”

Jang Bo was talking nonsense.

“Sect Leader, no, Master.”

Mucheon said.

“You can have this power, Master.”

As he said that, Jang Bo looked at the yellow egg.

“Isn’t your Baek there, Master?”

The Hon refers to the soul, and the Baek refers to the body.

Cheon Jong’s Baek, his body, was in that egg.

The Heavenly Demon.

It had descended, and Cheon Jong had sacrificed his body to stop it.

“Take it. And achieve the Great Peace Dao.”

“Mucheon….”

Cheon Jong said to Jang Bo with a tired voice.

If he had only had his own body, the outcome might have been a little different.

But Cheon Jong had lost his body and borrowed Mu Baek’s body.

Now that the demonic had fully awakened and even absorbed the Yin of the Tai Chi.

“I was wrong.”

He could no longer stop Jang Bo, the Heavenly Demon.

“Finally admitting….”

“But you are also wrong.”

Cheon Jong said as he rose to his feet.

“What you desire can never be achieved!”

Donggwijin (동귀어진). [Donggwijin: dying together]

The move that was unleashed with the determination to die with the opponent was exactly that.

Cheon Jong’s sword, which had extended in an instant, pierced into the gap in Mucheon that had appeared for a fleeting moment.

‘No way!’

Cheon Jong, who had taken over Mu Baek’s body.

Therefore, Cheon Jong’s weakness was that he had tried his best not to harm Mu Baek’s body.

But as a price for not even thinking that Cheon Jong would unleash a move that would damage Mu Baek’s body.

“Kuk!”

A shallow hole was pierced in Mucheon’s shoulder.

“Cough!”

But conversely, Jang Bo’s ice sword was pierced into Cheon Jong’s chest.

“Did you see….”

Cheon Jong said in a fading voice.

“What you just unleashed….”

Cheon Jong’s face turned pale.

“Was the Wudang sword.”

At the most critical moment, what Mucheon had unleashed was the Wudang sword.

He had unleashed the sword that he had despised and said was wrong.

“Th… Thisss!”

Cheon Jong spoke once more to Mucheon, who was shouting in anger.

“Also, look once more….”

A smile formed on Cheon Jong’s lips.

“If the path of heresy you desired is power….”

He said as he fell.

“Witness the overwhelming power with your own eyes.”

Mucheon, who was about to cut off Cheon Jong’s neck as if he didn’t want to hear anymore.

Kuuung!

He lost his balance and staggered as the ground suddenly shook.

“Wh, what…?”

The energy that was felt at the same time.

Mucheon forgot even the thought of finishing off Cheon Jong and looked beyond the yellow egg.

That was where the gate to Wudang was located.

“The master of the power you desired….”

Cheon Jong’s voice was heard like a whisper.

“Is here.”

Kuuuuung!

The ground shook once more.

At the same time, the Wudang gate began to turn red.

“Wh, what did you do…!”

Thud.

Footsteps were heard from the gate.

A man with a languid face was standing there.

He smiled faintly, brushed back his hair, and looked at Jang Bo.

At that moment.

Thump!

It was as if Jang Bo’s heart had dropped.

The feeling he had when he first saw him.

“H, how…?”

It was the same feeling he had when he first saw the Heavenly General, the one he had so desperately desired.

An overwhelming power, a feeling like seeing an unyielding mountain.

Behind him.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Footsteps began to echo.

“Finally….”

Lee Ro-woon, voices echoed from behind him.

“I can stand on the battlefield with the Blood Demon.”

Kang Han-cheol.

“I’ve been standing here all along.”

Do Mu-seong.

“You will be surprised.”

The Blood Cult had descended upon the Wudang territory.