Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 190

Lee Ro-woon lifted the completed two-handed sword.

Its appearance was crude, lacking any particular flair, but the black hue that enveloped the entire blade was so beautiful it seemed to draw one in.

Swish.

Lee Ro-woon moved it around.

He had made countless weapons at the Dang family, but this was the first weapon he had truly completed to his liking.

The materials used to create this sword were dazzling.

‘Balrog’s whip.’

It wasn’t a mere material; it could be called the essence of Balrog.

The core of Balrog, a noble-class monster of Gehenna [a hellish realm], was known for its endlessly burning hellfire and indestructible durability.

In the past, parts of Balrog’s whip had appeared in the world, but no one had succeeded in processing it, and it was said to have vanished one day.

Gulp.

That alone was enough to be astonishing.

However, the materials used in Lee Ro-woon’s two-handed sword were not limited to that.

A part of Balrog’s body.

That was why the indestructible, burning whip could take shape.

Also.

“Ugh…”

The main material used was Balrog’s whip, perhaps even more significant.

‘Dragon Bone.’

There was an entity considered the pinnacle of life among both the Silver and Einheart.

The strongest predator, known as the apex of the food chain, the dragon.

These transcendent beings, called dragon species in the Silver and dragons in Einheart, were beyond common sense and limitations.

It was said that the scales and bones of a living dragon could deflect even the sword energy of a master of the profound realm and nullify even the 8th circle magic used by the great mages of Einheart.

Therefore, the materials were priceless, and it was said that they could not be bought no matter how much money one had.

However, what was used as the material for the two-handed sword was.

‘The bones of the guardian dragon, the Ice Dragon Partizan.’

It was that of a guardian dragon, considered the highest among dragons.

Balrog’s whip, containing hellfire, and the Ice Dragon’s bones, filled with icy energy.

Those two were the main materials.

“Ugh…”

Lee Ro-woon, who was now as skilled as any artisan, had created it, and the item was imbued with that energy.

“Ughhhhh!”

The artisans of the Dang family could only gape in astonishment at the birth of such an incredible item.

“Why do you keep making those noises, Lord Dang?”

One of the artisans asked Dang Cha-gi, who was making strange noises.

Dang Cha-gi seemed to come to his senses then.

Tap!

He pushed his jaw back in place, shook his head, and said,

“My jaw… it was dislocated.”

It wasn’t just astonishment that made his jaw feel like it would dislocate; it had actually dislocated.

“I was wondering when it would happen.”

However, the artisans nodded as if it were nothing unusual.

That was because among the many artisans gathered here, not a single one had not had their jaw dislocate.

During the time Lee Ro-woon was creating ‘that,’ the growth he showed.

And the sight of him forging a weapon with materials that were said to be impossible to refine was a sight that no artisan could bear without having their jaw dislocate.

Materials related to Balrog were one thing, but.

‘Dragon Bone.’

Dragon Bone had an even more special value.

The number of dragons captured in the world was less than three.

The only dragon corpse that the Silver possessed was the corpse of the Evil Dragon, Augolas.

However, even that was said to have crumbled and disappeared due to an accident one day.

A legendary material that had never been obtained.

Yet, the reason why it continued to stimulate the desires of the artisans was.

“L-Let’s go to the training grounds right away.”

It was because weapons made of Dragon Bone had occasionally appeared in the world, surprising everyone.

Although no dragons had ever been hunted, there were seven dragon weapons in Einheart.

Those that the guardian dragons had given to their contractors were called divine objects, surpassing even sacred objects, and boasted immense power.

Since such a thing had appeared in the Silver, the artisans felt like they were in heaven.

Nod.

Lee Ro-woon also seemed eager to swing the sword, and he left the smithy following Dang Cha-gi’s words.

***

Whoosh.

The tip of the two-handed sword, which had been resonating, pointed towards the ground.

“……”

A strange silence descended.

An atmosphere where no one could easily open their mouths.

The Dang family’s training grounds, built larger and sturdier than those of other families or sects to train in poison and assassination techniques.

Swish.

It had now transformed into a state that could be described as ruins.

Saa.

Black smoke flowed out from the two-handed sword that had been pointing towards the ground and then faded away.

Drop.

A drop of sweat falling from Lee Ro-woon’s forehead created a ripple on the floor.

Gulp.

Even then, no one in the training grounds could open their mouths, and they could only swallow their saliva.

The artisans, who had always been astonished to the point of dislocating their jaws, kept their mouths tightly shut.

As artisans of a martial family, they also had some knowledge of martial arts.

Of course, it wasn’t their area of expertise, but what they had just witnessed was.

‘Incomprehensible.’

It was a sight that could not be explained.

They had already heard that Lee Ro-woon used a strange swordsmanship different from martial arts, but that was something different from swordsmanship.

Especially, the reason why the artisans were silent with serious faces was.

Thud, thud.

It was because of that sword.

Dang Cha-gi carefully approached and stood next to Lee Ro-woon.

“How is it?”

He asked cautiously.

“Hmm.”

Lee Ro-woon, as if he still couldn’t get a feel for it, swung the massive greatsword with one hand.

Throb.

The veins on his hand holding the sword could be seen bulging.

Dang Cha-gi explained the reason.

“It’s… a demonic sword.”

Lee Ro-woon looked at Dang Cha-gi.

“These are not items called divine weapons or sacred objects.”

Not something sacred and worthy of respect.

“A demonic sword.”

A sword imbued with demonic energy.

“It drains the user’s life force and inner energy, drives them into madness, and ultimately.”

Dang Cha-gi said.

“A sword that leads to death.”

That was a demonic sword.

There was no known method for creating a demonic sword.

It was said that they were born only when heaven bestowed them, like divine objects.

Swords that were said to be created by a master artisan with divine talent falling into madness and slaughter after absorbing the blood of thousands or tens of thousands.

However, it was not something that could be created just by wanting to.

“It is said that only three such swords have existed in the long history of the Silver.”

“Three swords?”

“The Heavenly Demon Sword, the Blood Demon Sword.”

And one more.

“The Nameless Sword.”

A sword whose name was not even known.

It was said that the owners of those swords had taken the life force of thousands and tens of thousands and displayed power that could be called that of a demon god through the sword’s abilities.

That was why the artisans were astonished by the fact that such a sword had been created by human hands.

“So, what about it?”

Lee Ro-woon asked.

His languid face was difficult to read even for Dang Cha-gi, who had a long experience and life.

However, because he had seen him as family, he could understand him a little.

“Do you think it’s dangerous?”

He was confident that no one could control that sword.

He was certain that even Namgung Cheon of the Namgung family would be consumed by fear and lose his reason and life.

However.

“No.”

This man was different.

Smirk.

Dang Cha-gi finally smiled.

“Then it’s an excellent sword.”

He was sincere.

“Where else would there be a sword that suits the Lord better than a demonic sword?”

Lord, Master.

The artisans of the Dang family did not know what kind of being Lee Ro-woon was or what exactly he was.

However, they knew that he was called the Lord and that he would become the head of a new organization called Master.

That he was called the Blood Demon and the Heavenly Demon.

Then a demonic sword was.

Clench.

Wasn’t it the perfect sword for him?

Moreover.

“This sword is not even complete yet, so I would like to ask you to show us the completed sword in the future.”

* * *

“It’s been a while.”

A young martial artist lifted a teacup.

His appearance was very young, but a noble dignity could be felt in every movement and every word.

“I can’t keep up with the stories I hear from everywhere.”

His name was Cheon Jong.

He was the head of the Wudang sect [a Taoist martial arts sect] and one of the top masters of the Silver, who had been reincarnated by borrowing the body of Mu Baek, a disciple of Wudang.

He looked young and robust, but Lee Ro-woon saw him differently.

“You’re not in good condition.”

It was true that only his appearance was fine; his insides were rotting away.

Two souls occupying one body.

The gap was causing the body to rot.

Only Cheon Jong’s immense power and the qualification as a keeper that Lee Ro-woon had given him were keeping him alive.

“It’s like a sandcastle that will collapse with just a touch.”

That was Cheon Jong’s actual condition.

“I can’t deceive the benefactor’s eyes.”

Cheon Jong smiled bitterly.

“It’s alright. This old man has already lived enough, so I have no regrets in life.”

Cheon Jong continued.

“Also, there will be no setbacks in the work for the benefactor.”

Wudang had revealed itself to the world.

They had been confined to their sect, but now they had begun external activities and were actively involved in the council’s affairs.

In the past, Wudang was the most powerful sword sect among the Nine Great Sects, and their influence and skill had not disappeared.

When they opened their doors, the council had no choice but to welcome them.

‘No matter what their intentions were.’

Wudang was integrating into the council and slowly expanding its power.

“Although I am the sect leader, there is no need to step forward. Please don’t worry. Moreover, thanks to the benefactor’s actions, Wudang has more room to penetrate deeper.”

The main elites of the Silver were already in seclusion, leaving their positions vacant.

In addition to the problems in Japan.

‘The Righteous Army. The righteous soldier Lee Ro-woon.’

It was said that even the activities of the Righteous Army, which had been quiet in South Korea, were becoming more active.

The council, which had not yet resolved the issues with the Beggars’ Sect, was experiencing a severe shortage of manpower and had to borrow the hands of Wudang.

“However…”

Cheon Jong’s face, which had been so upright, darkened.

“I can only feel sorry for Mu Baek.”

Although Mu Baek had wanted it, Cheon Jong and Mu Baek would share their lives together.

Cheon Jong was an old man who had lived his life, but Mu Baek was still a young life.

The fact that that life would end seemed to make Cheon Jong, a Taoist, feel sorry.

“That’s why.”

Lee Ro-woon said, gulping down the hot tea in his teacup in one go.

“If this goes well, you’ll be able to maintain that life properly.”

“That…”

Cheon Jong smiled bitterly.

He thought that he was just comforting him.

However, Cheon Jong’s eyes shook at the words that followed from Lee Ro-woon’s mouth.

“Honbaekshin.”

The alias of the legendary doctor of the Silver.

“I found out where he is.”

He said again.

“That’s why.”

Squeak.

The door opened, and someone entered.

“The reason I’m moving this time is.”

The woman who entered through the door bowed her head with a fist salute.

“I greet the sect leader of Wudang.”

A pre-arranged guest.

“And… it’s been a while.”

It was Baek Cheong, the Divine Maiden of Jongnam.