Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 142

“Ugh….”

A groan, whether from pain or some unknown cause, echoed.

“Ughhhhh….”

The groan grew more intense.

“Uwaaaaaah!”

Finally, the source of the sound let out a frustrated yell.

“I can’t see!”

A voice filled with irritation spread through the air.

A boy with puffed-out cheeks.

On his exposed chest, a large eye was embedded, blinking.

“Why can’t I see?”

His face showed incomprehension.

The eye embedded in his chest was a type of power that could see thousands of miles away, with the ability to ignore barriers and formations.

His power could even see beyond the world if he so desired.

“This hazy stuff is so frustrating!”

But all he could see now was a hazy fog.

“Boroma, can you still not see?”

A voice came from beside him.

“Yeah. I can’t see,” Boroma, the boy, replied, nodding.

“What did you do? The Taiji Seven Star Formation [a powerful defensive formation] shouldn’t be able to block my Heavenly Eye.”

“………”

“Who is interfering?”

At Boroma’s words, a short, middle-aged man next to him frowned.

“Interfering with your Heavenly Eye?”

Boroma’s power was a type of authority.

It was a power that only high-ranking demons of Gehenna [a hellish realm] could possess.

There were few with the ability to interfere with it, even in Gehenna.

“That’s impossible, right?”

“Yeah. That’s impossible.”

Boroma nodded, as if finally satisfied.

“Maybe… it’s because of the seed.”

The seed.

“I was trying to find the reason why the seed disappeared, ugh! It’s so annoying!”

The seed planted in Wudang.

He had moved, knowing it was about to sprout.

But then, the seed’s energy suddenly vanished.

He had tried to observe from afar to find the cause.

“Perhaps, as it happened elsewhere, the vessel couldn’t contain the seed.”

“Right? That must be it?”

“That’s probably it.”

Boroma and the middle-aged man looked at each other and nodded.

“That’s a shame. I thought this seed would succeed.”

Boroma puffed out his cheeks again.

“Should I tell those smelly rats?”

Boroma paused, tilting his head in thought.

“No. There’s no need to tell them.”

Boroma made up his mind.

“That’s a shame.”

The short, middle-aged man, Shandel, also clicked his tongue, as if disappointed.

“I wanted to see the completion of the work.”

“That yellow hood? You call that a work?”

“It’s a hood imbued with the power of a seed. Among the great demons of Gehenna, there are only a handful who can create such a thing.”

“And one of them is you, Shandel?”

“That’s right.”

The middle-aged man nodded proudly.

But soon, they turned away, as if they had lost interest.

“Let’s go back. There will probably be another seed prepared.”

Their mission was over.

Originally, their mission was to take the seed that had devoured Wudang back to Gehenna once it sprouted in Wudang’s territory.

But since the seed itself had disappeared, their mission was as good as over.

“It’s a shame to go back right away. Can’t we go somewhere and have some fun?”

“Don’t even think about it. How would you handle the Duke’s wrath?”

“I’ll buy you beer.”

At Boroma’s words, Shandel paused for a moment, drooling.

But it was only for a moment.

“……!”

Boroma quickly turned his head, looking towards Wudang’s territory.

“What’s wrong?”

Shandel asked, surprised by the sudden action.

“Ugh… ughhhh….”

Boroma began to groan again.

“What is it?”

A deep question arose on Boroma’s face.

“I definitely… felt a ‘gaze’.”

A familiar, longed-for gaze.

“That can’t be.”

“Yeah. No way? Right.”

Boroma and Shandel turned their heads again and disappeared like smoke.

***

“Then, we’ll be heading back.”

Kang Eun-ha and the main members of the Blood Cult were returning to the Blood King’s Castle through the Wudang Mountain gate.

The reason was that they couldn’t leave their positions for too long, as they had to lead the Eunha Guild.

“Call us anytime.”

But they could return through the gate at any time.

There were still some Blood Cult members remaining, but most of them were there to help the Wudang warriors.

“Aren’t you going?”

At Lee Ro-woon’s question, Baek Cheong pouted.

“Have you forgotten who brought me to China?”

“…….”

“Besides, I’m not fully healed yet.”

Baek Cheong said, patting her small belly.

“My dantian [energy center] was almost destroyed.”

Perhaps she had been frightened or felt a sense of alienation.

Baek Cheong, who had been acting strangely for a while, had returned to her old self.

‘I will stop you.’

The story she had suddenly come to tell.

‘If you’re going to do something crazy, I will stop you.’

After saying that, Baek Cheong had returned to normal.

“But in the end, we couldn’t find the artisan.”

Lee Ro-woon nodded at Baek Cheong’s words.

The reason Lee Ro-woon had come to Guangzhou was not to find the fragments of chaos.

He had come to follow the trail of an artisan who could create divine weapons of the gold rank.

“He’s not there?”

Baek Cheong asked, sounding disappointed.

“No. He disappeared a long time ago.”

“That means….”

Lee Ro-woon nodded.

“The artisan who created the gold-rank divine weapons is probably the same one who created the Yellow Turbans.”

The yellow hoods worn by the Yellow Turbans.

It was the one who created the divine artifact that contained the power of the Heavenly Demon, who was covered in chaos.

“That’s a shame.”

“It is. I was going to catch him and kill him.”

Lee Ro-woon had no need for an artisan who created the Yellow Turbans.

A being who made weapons by weaving human skin.

It wasn’t because of his love for humanity, but because such things contained the spirit of the creator.

He couldn’t let Eun-ha use a weapon imbued with a bizarre and eccentric spirit.

“Still….”

Chuckling.

Baek Cheong said with a smile.

“You came to get an artisan comparable to the Nine Great Sects, but you ended up getting the Nine Great Sects, right?”

She seemed to find the situation absurd.

Chuk.

The Wudang warriors bowed or lowered their heads as they passed Lee Ro-woon.

“To the Heavenly Demon….”

Baek Cheong stopped, mid-sentence.

She had forgotten to ask because of the series of shocking events.

“Blood Demon….”

She looked at Lee Ro-woon with complicated eyes.

“Both.”

“Is that… possible?”

Baek Cheong was a divine maiden of the prestigious Jongnam Sect.

Although the complete history of Eun was not passed down in Jongnam, they had general information about the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect.

The Blood Demon Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect were two completely different forces that had originated from one source.

And they were also enemies.

‘The Heavenly Demon energy and the Blood Demon energy can never mix.’

That was what she believed to be the truth.

“It’s always been possible.”

But she was wrong.

Lee Ro-woon before her was truly a Heavenly Demon and a Blood Demon.

“Then, Eun-ha wasn’t from the Heavenly Demon Sect, but… the Blood Demon Sect?”

The power they had seen was by no means inferior to that of Jongnam.

Of course, there were differences in power and the number of experts, but even so, Eun-ha had the skills to be considered one of the Nine Great Sects.

“That’s right.”

“Haa. What are you thinking, telling me all of that?”

Baek Cheong said, as if she was now exhausted.

“If things go wrong….”

Lee Ro-woon said with a languid look and voice.

“I’ll just go to Jongnam and get some sleep.”

“……!”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Baek Cheong’s face turned pale.

Hadn’t she confirmed that the things Lee Ro-woon had said jokingly were somewhat true?

“Jong, Jongnam and you are allies, don’t forget that.”

Baek Cheong stammered in panic.

Only then did Lee Ro-woon smile slightly.

But his eyes soon calmed down.

‘It’s completely gone.’

The gaze that had been watching Wudang.

It was definitely not human.

‘Authority.’

There were inhuman races, and among them, there were special races.

But even among them, only special individuals were born with authority.

The worlds that had invaded Earth were not just the Eun of the warriors and the Einheart of the knights and mages.

The world that was considered the most dangerous and powerful, hostile to those two forces.

Gehenna.

“A demon of Gehenna.”

That gaze was definitely from a demon.

“A demon of Gehenna?”

Baek Cheong responded to Lee Ro-woon’s mutterings.

“Why are they here?”

A sense of hostility that she couldn’t hide was felt in her fiercely lowered gaze.

Even though Einheart was also at war with Eun, Baek Cheong had not shown such hostility towards Einheart.

Lee Ro-woon didn’t answer, but thought of a word.

‘Shaolin.’

And.

‘The artisan who created the Yellow Turbans, a demon of Gehenna….’

Finally.

“Chaos.”

Everything was connected.

Baek Cheong thought that gaining Wudang was the biggest gain, but Lee Ro-woon thought differently.

It was the fact that he had found this connection.

And also.

‘Someone is using chaos.’

Someone was moving the remnants of chaos that had been left behind.

That fact was more important.

“Should I just leave it alone for now?”

“What do you mean leave it alone!”

Baek Cheong shouted.

Lee Ro-woon ignored her and stood up, thinking.

There was something else he had gained.

* * *

Lee Ro-woon’s masters.

They were the kings and masters of the world.

They were also the ones who stood at the pinnacle of the power they possessed.

‘The Blood Demon Divine Art and the Heavenly Demon Divine Art of the Martial King Master.’

It was a sublime martial art that could be said to be complete.

He had also seen the proof of it.

The Blood Demon Art that remained in the Blood Cult was a mess, and the Heavenly Demon energy was not being properly passed down either.

His master had said.

-Just keep the others in mind.

His master, who possessed a complete martial art, had told him to just be aware of the rest.

His master had taught him many martial arts and the knowledge of Eun, but had never taught him other martial arts.

That’s why he was curious.

‘Thousands of years since my masters were there.’

After that, the world had gone through thousands of years.

Thousands of years had passed since the world had collapsed.

At the end of that long history.

“Has there been no progress?”

The pinnacle was like that.

It was the end of everything, so there was nowhere else to go.

If it could go further, it could not be called the end.

In fact, Lee Ro-woon had returned to Earth and seen the martial arts of Hainan, Mount Hua, and Jongnam, and he was certain.

‘The pinnacle.’

His master’s was the pinnacle, with nowhere else to go.

“There was no progress.”

There was no further progress.

But.

“There was change.”

He had confirmed a new possibility this time.

Something that had been twisted and newly born in that long time.

“The benefactor has arrived.”

Cheonjong, who looked a little better, greeted Lee Ro-woon with a smile.

“These days, I am teaching my disciples the hidden history.”

Even though he hadn’t said anything, Cheonjong continued.

“The history that we had forgotten, hidden, and had to deny.”

That the Divine Demon was at the beginning of everything in Eun.

“They are still having a hard time accepting it, but we will take it slowly.”

Cheonjong would have been the same.

That Wudang, which had been taught to eradicate demons, was actually born from demons.

No.

“We are redefining the definition of demons.”

Was the Divine Demon truly a demon?

With such questions, Wudang was trying to find a new path.

“But it seems that the benefactor did not come for that matter.”

Cheonjong said with a gentle smile.

“That’s right.”

Lee Ro-woon nodded.

The reason he had come to see Cheonjong.

It was because he had seen a new possibility.

A turning point that had occurred in a place where there was nowhere else to go.

“I need to learn the Yin-Yang Divine Art.”

He needed to acquire Wudang’s Yin-Yang Divine Art.