Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 141

The Wudang’s territory was being maintained and protected by Bonde No’s Taiji Seven Star Formation, and the Blood Cult members had gone out to protect Guangzhou in place of the Wudang disciples.

Although a great disturbance had occurred in the Wudang’s territory, not many would have noticed it.

“…….”

Lee Ro-woon had entered the Wudang’s gate.

The world of Wudang.

The land where Wudang had existed for thousands of years.

Swoosh.

Gazes were directed towards Lee Ro-woon.

Drip.

Those gazes fell to the ground.

The look in their eyes for a moment was filled with countless agonies and a deep sense of defeat.

Even though an outsider had entered their land, they couldn’t even dare to resist.

Thud. Thud.

Even though the Blood Cult members, one of the Devil’s lackeys, were stepping on their land without hesitation, no one even raised their voice.

Lee Ro-woon.

It was all because of him.

‘Having seen that much power, everything will be broken.’

The Heavenly Demon, who had to be sealed by pouring half of Wudang’s power.

Because of that, Wudang had lost its way.

They were afraid of the reappearance of the Heavenly Demon, but they tried to find their way again through the Heavenly Bell.

However.

Flutter.

He remembers the eyes of the Heavenly Bell he saw when he opened his eyes again.

Those trembling eyes.

Even the Wudang’s sect leader, who had the strongest will and power in Wudang, was trembling while looking at him.

At the first appearance of the Heavenly Demon, Wudang had only lost its way, but after seeing Lee Ro-woon, they even forgot what path they had walked.

Defeated soldiers?

It would be difficult to describe them with such words.

Perhaps.

‘It’s similar to a religion that has lost its god.’

He had no intention of understanding their will.

Lee Ro-woon just walked and arrived.

“……..”

Those who had stiffened their faces for a moment while looking at Lee Ro-woon lowered their heads.

“The sect leader… is inside.”

After much deliberation on what to call Lee Ro-woon, they eventually gave up on calling him.

“He says it’s okay for you to come in.”

One of the disciples who had delivered the message came out and said, then stepped back.

When Lee Ro-woon sent a glance towards him.

Swoosh.

He also lowered his head.

Wudang is….

“Completely broken.”

Even at Lee Ro-woon’s words, no one refuted him.

Lee Ro-woon finally entered the door.

“I greet my benefactor.”

The voice of a dying martial artist echoed.

***

Hollow eyes and a pale complexion.

More than that, what caught Lee Ro-woon’s senses was his insides.

“It’s a mess.”

There was no other body that deserved those words so much.

The energy channels were twisted beyond recognition, and it was a wonder that the joints, which were like the life of a martial artist, were not destroyed.

The muscles were twisted and melted, and because he had taken over Mu Baek’s body, his youthful appearance was as old as his past body.

“My body is in this state, so please forgive me for not being able to show proper respect to my benefactor.”

“What’s with the greetings to a sick person?”

Lee Ro-woon sat comfortably in front of him, who was sitting on the bed.

“I don’t have much time left…”

It was not Lee Ro-woon’s will that he sought out the Heavenly Bell.

It was the Heavenly Bell who had called Lee Ro-woon, saying that he wanted to see him urgently, while Lee Ro-woon was just sitting still.

“I dared to send a message to repay what I owe.”

The Heavenly Bell said.

‘What I owe.’

Lee Ro-woon looked straight into the Heavenly Bell’s eyes.

Flutter.

They were still trembling, but it was clearly because his body was weakened, not because of fear.

The eyes of Wudang that he had seen on his way here and the eyes of the Heavenly Bell were definitely different.

He was now.

“Yes, there is something I need to hear.”

He had eyes similar to those of the Blood Cult members.

Nod.

The Heavenly Bell nodded.

“I called you ‘his’ successor, benefactor.”

He also said.

“I said that there are things that have been erased from the history of Eun [ancient kingdom], in the deep history of Wudang.”

Lee Ro-woon had shown interest in that.

The name finally came out of the Heavenly Bell’s mouth.

“The Demonic God.”

At that name, Lee Ro-woon looked straight at the Heavenly Bell.

“Wudang knows of the existence of the Demonic God.”

The Heavenly Bell’s deep eyes looked at Lee Ro-woon.

“You are definitely the successor of the Demonic God, benefactor.”

Until now, there were only two people who knew of the existence of the Demonic God.

Haomun’s leader, Ha Jin.

And the Heavenly Bell in front of him now.

“The master of the Heavenly Demon Cult and the Blood Demon Cult, and the master of the complete demon. But what is passed down to us is only this much.”

The Heavenly Bell looked at Lee Ro-woon’s face.

“Are you not disappointed?”

The Heavenly Bell, who had acted as if he knew a lot.

But the substance was terrible.

That’s why he thought Lee Ro-woon would be disappointed, but.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Lee Ro-woon didn’t look disappointed at all.

“Most of them have forgotten the name of that being anyway.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“Even if they remember, what would change?”

“……”

“If I say that I am the successor of the one who ruled all of Eun in the past, will everyone come under me right away?”

Lee Ro-woon said calmly.

“I know what the basics of Eun are.”

Power.

“In the end, it’s something that needs to be proven. That I am his successor, and that I have that power.”

If the name has been erased, then it’s enough to engrave it again.

Lee Ro-woon had no need or reason to be obsessed with it.

Nod.

The Heavenly Bell nodded as if satisfied.

“I have a request.”

The Heavenly Bell’s eyes spoke with a firm will.

They were different from the eyes of the Wudang disciples, who were all broken and collapsing.

“You said you would help Wudang find its way again.”

He had promised that.

“However, it seems that I don’t have much time left.”

“It’ll be a week at most.”

The Heavenly Bell also nodded as if he knew how much time he had left.

“Please… help Wudang find its way…”

Now Wudang will be subjugated to the Blood Cult.

The Heavenly Bell cannot stop it, and no one in Wudang can stop it.

He just hopes that if Lee Ro-woon is going to rule Wudang, he will at least protect Wudang’s banner.

“Wudang doesn’t know yet.”

They don’t know.

“That they have already entered the path.”

“……?”

“That the path they are so eager to find has come to them.”

This is it.

Lee Ro-woon could instinctively realize it.

He could see that the story the Heavenly Bell was about to tell was the reason why the Heavenly Bell’s will had not been broken.

“Emperor. Please let Wudang know that what they seek is right in front of them.”

Wudang is a Taoist sect.

To follow Taoism.

Also, Taoism is a religion.

‘The Primordial Celestial Venerable.’

In ancient times, there was the Primordial Celestial Venerable, and under that Primordial Celestial Venerable were the Heavenly Emperor, the Earthly Emperor, and the Human Emperor.

Now, the Heavenly Bell is saying this.

“Heavenly Emperor, no, Demonic God. Please look down upon Wudang.”

That their faith is also connected to the Demonic God.

That the starting point of Wudang, or rather Taoism, is connected to the Demonic God Cult.

The pale-faced Wudang sect leader, the Heavenly Bell, raised his struggling body and knelt before Lee Ro-woon.

If someone saw this scene, they would be shocked.

“This is the secret history of Wudang that I will tell the Heavenly Emperor.”

The starting point of Wudang.

That the Demonic God was there with them.

That Wudang’s Tao also started from the name of the demon.

“That’s…”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“Do it yourself.”

It was a terribly indifferent voice.

* * *

A martial artist with a tired face.

But his complexion was better than before.

“Have you come?”

He smiled and greeted Lee Ro-woon.

“You’ve gotten rid of the sick person look now.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, the Heavenly Bell smiled and replied.

“It’s all thanks to the Heavenly Emperor…”

“Don’t do that.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“Just… benefactor. Call me that.”

The Heavenly Bell smiled softly and nodded.

“It’s thanks to the benefactor.”

The Heavenly Bell’s dying body was recovering.

It was all thanks to the Blood Demon Divine Art and the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

Lee Ro-woon’s power had succeeded in maintaining the dying Heavenly Bell’s body.

However.

“You still shouldn’t overdo it.”

Even so, the Heavenly Bell could not fully recover.

The Heavenly Bell’s illness was not just physical.

It was like a side effect caused by the division of the soul and the spirit by the Yin-Yang Divine Art, with the Heavenly Bell’s soul residing in Mu Baek.

“I will. Because I have a reason to live.”

The Heavenly Bell wants to live.

“I will make Mu Baek return.”

It was also for Lee Ro-woon’s will, but also to return the body to its owner, Mu Baek.

Mu Baek could not wake up now.

Mu Baek, whose level of enlightenment was shallow, could not maintain his current body.

“For now, I’ll just connect the Blood King Castle and Wudang. Wudang itself has been subjugated to me, but…”

The world of Wudang.

The Wudang Mountain was already under Lee Ro-woon’s control.

“The unification will be postponed.”

However, teaching the Blood Arts to Wudang or merging the Blood King Castle and the world was postponed.

Now, it was important for Wudang to regain its broken will and become stronger first.

Above all.

“When the preparations are finished, I will contact the Assembly.”

Unlike the Jongnam, which was just an alliance, Wudang would become a Blood Cult that had infiltrated the Assembly.

And it would become a huge force among the Nine Great Sects.

“Is Wudang the only one who knows about the Demonic God?”

Lee Ro-woon said to the Heavenly Bell, who had finally recovered and was able to talk comfortably.

“I can’t be sure.”

The Heavenly Bell said.

“However…”

The name he had expected.

“Shaolin will know.”

Perhaps even deeper in history than Wudang, and the core of Eun, was Shaolin.

‘Shaolin is also tainted by the demon.’

Baek Cheong’s words came to mind.

“There are not many places where that history has been passed down. The name of the Demonic God was erased from Eun even before the world was divided.”

Instead.

“Look for the name of the Martial King.”

The name of the Martial King would remain.

Lee Ro-woon, who nodded, asked again.

The Martial King or the Demonic God, it was not important now.

As he had already said, even if he regained that history, nothing much would change.

However.

“The day the Heavenly Demon appeared.”

The Heavenly Bell had said before.

“Was there anything strange before or after that?”

The Heavenly Demon, it wasn’t just any Heavenly Demon.

‘Chaos.’

The Heavenly Demon who had a fragment of it.

That came out into the world of Wudang.

‘Originally, Wudang had no intention of forming an alliance with the Assembly. Although the gate was opened late, the Assembly’s atrocities were excessive.’

They chose not to belong to the Assembly.

They, who had not lost their Tao for thousands of years, could not stand by the Assembly’s actions, and decided to go their own way.

However.

‘The Heavenly Demon appeared.’

Wudang’s will was broken that day, and they lost their way.

They had to belong to the Assembly but not be with them, and fight their own battles.

“What can be said to be special is…”

The Heavenly Bell said.

“There was a visit.”

Not long after the gate opened, someone came to Wudang.

“Who is it?”

“Beopgak.”

Lee Ro-woon’s eyes narrowed.

“The Shaolin Master Beopgak came to recommend joining the Assembly.”

“Shaolin, huh…”

And not long after, the Heavenly Demon appeared.

“The Assembly benefited from it in the end.”

Wudang was going to leave the Assembly anyway.

“Could it be… do you think it was Shaolin’s doing?”

Lee Ro-woon did not answer.

Instead.

Swoosh.

He turned his eyes and looked somewhere.

“Interesting.”

This place is the world of Wudang.

The outside is blocked by Bonde No’s Taiji Seven Star Formation.

But beyond that.

“Shaolin, you say?”

He could feel someone’s gaze.

It might not be all of Shaolin.

But at least some of Shaolin would be related to the owner of this gaze.

“This is a demon.”