Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 143

The Yin-Yang Divine Art, also known as the Yin-Yang Divine Skill, was Wudang’s original divine art, a quintessential technique that represented Wudang itself.

Martial artists typically use internal energy cultivation methods to execute martial arts techniques. However, due to the limitation that the body and mind are one, they cannot simultaneously perform more than one martial art.

But those who have learned the Yin-Yang Divine Art are different.

‘They divide their mind into two.’

Thus, each different mind can operate different internal energies, allowing them to simultaneously execute two martial arts techniques.

Unfortunately, this was not a significant advantage.

It was already difficult to reach the pinnacle of one martial art, let alone having to train in two simultaneously.

Moreover, simultaneously executing two martial arts did not necessarily mean one was stronger than someone executing a single martial art.

Therefore, despite being Wudang’s divine art, the Yin-Yang Divine Art was a unique martial art that not many people sought after.

“Are you talking about the Yin-Yang Divine Art?”

Thus, Cheonjong also asked, puzzled.

When there was no reply, Cheonjong asked again.

“The Yin-Yang Divine Art is…”

Cheonjong, who knew the true history of Wudang.

“I know.”

Therefore, his question was natural.

“That the Yin-Yang Divine Art originated from the Divine Demon.”

The Divine Demon was at the starting point of the Yin-Yang Divine Art.

It was only natural.

Dividing one’s intent into two to execute two martial arts.

‘The Heavenly Demon Divine Art and the Blood Demon Divine Art.’

It was created by the Divine Demon, who had to use those two.

“But why…?”

Lee Ro-woon also knew about the principle of the Yin-Yang Divine Art.

Its basics were also within Lee Ro-woon.

“Because it has changed.”

Finally, Lee Ro-woon spoke.

“Originally, the basis of Yin-Yang is to divide boundaries.”

The lower dantian [energy center below the navel] for the Blood Demon Divine Art, and the middle dantian [energy center in the chest] for the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

The Yin-Yang Divine Art was similar to this.

Dividing boundaries within one dantian, separating them, and using two powers simultaneously through training.

“What I’m talking about is…”

It was not that.

“It’s about the Heavenly Demon.”

The Heavenly Demon that Wudang had sealed.

Cheonjong had sacrificed his own body to seal the Heavenly Demon.

And then, he divided his soul and transferred it to Muback.

“Do you know that your will remained in the Heavenly Demon?”

“……!”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Cheonjong’s eyes widened.

“The Heavenly Demon that awakened again didn’t immediately go on a rampage. It wasn’t just because of me.”

Because he possessed the same chaos, Lee Ro-woon could see it in the demon’s eyes.

“The remaining will of the sect leader was binding it.”

The manifestation of will that remained even though the soul was divided.

This was what Lee Ro-woon wanted.

“Wudang’s Yin-Yang Divine Art has changed.”

It was not about splitting into two.

“It was as if it had been replicated.”

***

Wudang’s Taecheong Hall. [Grand Purity Hall]

A large building located halfway up Mount Wudang, it was a place highly regarded within Wudang.

In front of it, a disheveled man sat cross-legged.

-I didn’t know that the Yin-Yang Divine Art had such utility.

Cheonjong didn’t seem to know exactly what he had accomplished.

Perhaps.

-I will inform you. The secret will be uncovered by the Heavenly Emperor, our benefactor.

It must be the influence of chaos.

There was a possibility that the Yin-Yang Divine Art, which had changed over a long time, had changed itself upon encountering chaos.

If so, that was good.

‘After all, I also have chaos within me.’

He would take the changed part from Wudang’s Yin-Yang Divine Art.

-Is that why you came?

Cheonjong’s voice seemed to echo in his head.

-The power of the Heavenly Venerable, I mean.

The highest god of Taoism, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. [Yuanshi Tianzun]

Below him were the Heavenly Emperor, the Earthly Emperor, and the Human Emperor.

In the past, in Eun.

-There are records that the Blood Demon was called the Human Emperor.

The Blood Demon was the Human Emperor.

‘The Heavenly Demon must be the Earthly Emperor.’

-That’s right.

And the being at the top of those two.

-The Heavenly Emperor is the Divine Demon.

The being who encompassed the Earthly Emperor and the Human Emperor, and ruled over them.

The Heavenly Emperor was the Divine Demon.

But there was a being above that.

-The Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

The being considered to be at the beginning of the world in Taoism.

The Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

The Heavenly Emperor was a being who could borrow the power of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

-That was definitely the power of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Cheonjong called the power of chaos the power of the Heavenly Venerable.

A power that could never be used if one was not the Heavenly Emperor, and a power that was difficult even for the Heavenly Emperor to use.

‘Even back then, did my master use the power of chaos?’

Such questions were put aside for the moment.

For now, it was just a possibility.

“If the Yin-Yang Divine Art works as I want…”

He would be able to suppress this power of chaos.

If he could use it to replicate his consciousness instead of dividing it, to suppress chaos, he wondered if he could become a little more free.

Lee Ro-woon opened his eyes and moved the internal energy of his blood dantian.

At the same time, he also began to move the Heavenly Demon energy that filled his middle dantian.

Fss.

Steam rose from Lee Ro-woon’s skin, which had turned red.

In the air that was heating up, Lee Ro-woon’s hair began to flutter.

But soon, the heated air cooled down.

“Ha.”

The boiling internal energy disappeared.

“Why?”

Lee Ro-woon’s gaze turned to the distance.

“……….”

A small shadow hiding behind a tree.

“Didn’t Wudang teach you not to disturb someone during cultivation?”

At Lee Ro-woon’s annoyed voice, the shadow timidly revealed itself.

A small girl who looked about ten years old.

“That’s…”

The girl looked like she was about to burst into tears, not knowing what to do.

“Mu, Murin-ah!”

Belatedly noticing the presence, Wudang martial artists quickly approached and stood in front of the girl, shielding her.

“We, we apologize.”

The martial artists bowed their heads towards Lee Ro-woon with trembling voices.

“We just took our eyes off her for a moment…”

It seemed that the girl named Murin was one of Wudang’s disciples.

Since Lee Ro-woon was in the Taecheong Hall, no one had come to the Taecheong Hall, but it seemed that the girl had come through that gap.

“O, older brother…”

The girl named Murin peeked her face out from between the Wudang disciples and shouted.

“Are you the Blood Demon?”

At Murin’s words, the faces of the Wudang disciples turned pale.

“Th, this brat! What are you saying!”

“We are sorry!”

“Murin is still young…”

The flustered disciples tried their best to shield the girl.

“I heard the Blood Demon is an evil enemy!”

In that gap, Murin continued to shout.

“Don’t harass Wudang!”

“This brat…!”

The voice of the disciple who was about to shout while trying to cover Murin’s mouth disappeared.

“Uuueup.”

“Uup! Uup!”

The other Wudang martial artists were the same.

As if something invisible had covered their mouths, no sound came out.

At the same time, their bodies moved naturally, making way.

Standing alone in that space was only the girl named Murin.

“Well, this little kid is quite bold.”

Lee Ro-woon said, resting his chin on one hand, looking at Murin with languid eyes.

“I don’t really like kids.”

Flitch!

* * *

Most people think of children as the epitome of purity and treat them specially.

But Lee Ro-woon was different.

“I don’t really like kids.”

Lee Ro-woon didn’t particularly like children.

Flitch.

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Murin trembled as if she was terrified.

Other Wudang disciples, who had noticed the situation, also rushed to the Taecheong Hall.

“……….”

However, the only one who could enter the Taecheong Hall, open their mouth, and move their body was.

“The Blood Demon… you said you were an evil enemy…. That you were the same as the Heavenly Demon….”

Only the girl named Murin.

“Are you harassing Wudang, older brother?”

Even though she was terrified, the girl spoke.

“Everyone is different from before. They don’t even try to play with Murin, and they don’t let us go outside.”

Now, the faces of the Wudang disciples were so pale that the word was not enough to describe it.

Also, in the meantime, Lee Ro-woon’s group, including Baek Cheong, had also approached and were watching the situation with lowered eyes.

“So…”

“Little girl.”

Finally, Lee Ro-woon opened his mouth.

“Do you know?”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, which came out as if he was chanting languidly, the girl named Murin seemed to relax a little.

“That with just one word from you…”

The words came out indifferently.

“All the people you think are important here could die?”

“……!”

“Didn’t Wudang teach you that?”

Lee Ro-woon spoke without hesitation.

“If you’ve picked up a sword, you’re a martial artist. The world doesn’t look kindly on you just because you’re young.”

“Th, that’s…”

“Look.”

Lee Ro-woon stretched out his hand.

Chwaaak!

The body of the disciple who had been shielding the girl named Murin was pulled out.

“Kk, kkeueuk!”

The disciple’s body, which had been still, floated up, and he was in pain as if he was being strangled by an invisible hand.

“Aaaak!”

The girl named Murin was surprised and clung to the disciple’s body, but it was useless.

Instead, Murin tried to jump towards Lee Ro-woon.

“Keup!”

Then, the disciple’s scream intensified.

It was a short moment, but even a young child could understand it.

That their actions were causing pain to others.

Bureup.

The Wudang martial artists, who were unable to move because they were being suppressed by Lee Ro-woon, glared at Lee Ro-woon with hostile eyes.

“Stop! Stop it!”

When Murin’s cry continued again.

Thud.

The disciple who had floated up fell to the ground.

“Now do you understand? That your actions almost killed that martial artist.”

Murin was just teary-eyed, glaring at Lee Ro-woon.

“Do I still seem like an evil enemy?”

At Lee Ro-woon’s question, Murin shook her head with difficulty.

“No… you’re not.”

The sight of that young girl’s will being subdued by power.

Wudang saw all of it.

She said no, but her eyes were looking at the most evil enemy in the world.

Pshik.

When Lee Ro-woon smiled at that, Murin finally shed tears.

It was then.

Twitch.

The fallen martial artist slowly twitched and got up.

The martial artist, who had been on the verge of death just a moment ago.

“……!”

He began to examine his body with surprised eyes.

And soon, as if he had realized something, he quickly bowed his head towards Lee Ro-woon, clasping his hands in front of him.

“I, I am grateful for your grace.”

Then, it was Murin who was surprised.

“Master Uncle… are you okay?”

“Murin-ah.”

The martial artist looked at Murin with complicated eyes.

“Your master uncle’s original vital energy was greatly weakened due to his injuries.”

The original vital energy, which was life force.

Unlike internal energy, it was difficult to replenish once it was consumed, and if the original vital energy was greatly damaged, even the strongest martial artist would lose their health and life.

“It’s also called ‘Chugung Gwuhyul’ [Restoring the Original Vital Energy]. Well, I returned the original vital energy with something similar.”

Lee Ro-woon was saying something absurd as if it was nothing.

Still, Murin seemed to understand a little, and she made an even more bizarre expression.

Crying and laughing.

Angry and grateful.

“Am I an evil enemy?”

Lee Ro-woon asked again.

“No, you’re not.”

Now, Murin’s answer was sincere, unlike before.

“If I had killed your master uncle, would I be an evil enemy?”

“If that’s the case…”

“Such simple distinctions are all useless.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“Moo Cheon was not wrong.”

A name that was taboo in the current Wudang.

The name of the traitor who had become a Yellow Turban rebel and followed the Heavenly Demon.

“In this broken world, power is everything.”

Many people had complicated expressions at that.

“You’ve seen what happens when someone like Moo Cheon gains power. The answer is simple.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“Become stronger. If you have a noble purpose, you will be different from Moo Cheon even with power. You might even be able to pursue the Tao that Wudang speaks of.”

Wudang, who had lost their way.

“Heavenly Demon, Blood Demon, evil enemy, whatever.”

Lee Ro-woon said with languid eyes.

“Become stronger.”

The path they had to find under Lee Ro-woon was all that.

And a few days later.

“We greet our benefactor.”

The Wudang disciples began to greet Lee Ro-woon with slightly lighter faces.

There was also a change in Lee Ro-woon.

“Hmm.”