Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 279

The Three Kings’ Disciple

Volume 12, Chapter 5

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Jeomchang, one of the pillars of the Nine Great Sects.

Over the long years, while the Nine Great Sects experienced changes, additions, and various other events, Jeomchang remained a member with a long history and tradition.

The long history of a sect meant that it had produced many outstanding martial artists, proving that their martial arts were profound and deep.

Their power, refined and accumulated throughout history, was like an unyielding iron fortress.

The Nine Great Sects were such places, and Jeomchang was one of them.

“Welcome.”

And now, in the sect leader’s room, the Jeomchang sect leader, Yoo Woon-hak, and Jang So-young were face to face.

“……”

Even at Yoo Woon-hak’s greeting, Jang So-young did not respond.

At that, Yoo Woon-hak smiled gently.

“That’s not like you.”

Heavenly Flash Jang So-young.

The reason she was being considered as the next sect leader was not only because she was a master who had realized her potential with greater talent than anyone else in Jeomchang.

-Sect Leader’s Disciple.

She was recognized for her talent at a young age, caught the eye of the sect leader, and became his disciple.

So, Yoo Woon-hak was Jang So-young’s master.

“Does this sect leader, or rather, your master, displease you?”

From a young age, Jang So-young had followed Yoo Woon-hak like a father.

She never refused his words and devoted her life to not disappointing her master. For her, the most important thing was her master, and the second was Jeomchang.

“You have no answer.”

Such Jang So-young had entered Jeomchang, cut down her fellow disciples, and was now silent in front of Yoo Woon-hak.

“……”

And what about her eyes?

They were not the eyes she usually used to look at her master.

Jang So-young’s eyes, which used to look with warmth and respect, were now cold and indifferent.

“In your eyes…”

What was dwelling in those pupils.

“There is anger and hatred.”

It was anger and hatred.

Yet, Yoo Woon-hak was still looking at Jang So-young with the same smile on his face.

“When…”

Jang So-young finally began to speak.

“Since when…”

There were many emotions in her dry voice.

“Since when was it?”

And the completed sentence was something Jang So-young could never say to Yoo Woon-hak.

-Since when was it?

That was what should have been said.

No.

The question of ‘since when’ itself was wrong.

Jang So-young did not question Yoo Woon-hak.

She had only listened to and followed his words.

“My disciple.”

“I asked since when…”

Murderous intent was revealed in Jang So-young’s eyes.

“I asked since when it was!”

It was as if she would draw her sword right now and stab Yoo Woon-hak in the neck.

“Since when!”

As Jang So-young shouted, the energy that burst from her body shot out as if to destroy everything around her.

However, her energy could not spread out and disappeared, stopped by Yoo Woon-hak’s gaze.

“……!”

At that sight, Jang So-young’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

Through her past training, she had gained the power to break free from her previous limits.

She thought she had gained the power to no longer be swayed by anyone, but Yoo Woon-hak had scattered her power without even lifting a finger.

“You… !”

Jang So-young said, looking at Yoo Woon-hak.

Yoo Woon-hak’s face no longer had a smile.

It was cold and emotionless.

-A doll.

It was a face like a doll.

“You have found out unnecessary things.”

Yoo Woon-hak said.

“If you want to hear the answer, I will tell you.”

It was Yoo Woon-hak’s voice.

However, the tone and the emotions were not those of the master that Jang So-young had so respected and followed.

A completely different person.

“From the beginning.”

Someone who did not even know who they were.

“It was from the beginning. From the very first moment I took you in.”

It was the moment despair settled on Jang So-young’s face.

“Choose slowly.”

Yoo Woon-hak rose.

“It seems there is still time left anyway.”

Yoo Woon-hak’s smile was back.

His appearance was no different from the master she knew, but Jang So-young felt as if the world was collapsing and tearing apart.

-Your master.

It was a story she had heard during this training.

A new world.

A hidden world.

Because they had approached the secret of the Silver, they had given Jang So-young authority and told her the truth.

-Yoo Woon-hak is not Yoo Woon-hak.

The truth she did not want to know.

* * *

Numerous martial artists and players were waiting at the border of the blood-red mist.

They could not hide their tension.

Saaa.

Even at this moment, the blood-red mist was gradually thinning.

The reason for this was.

Goo-ooo!

It could easily be thought that it was because of the swords of the Jeomchang Six Swords that pierced through the barrier.

When that mist disappeared, things would finally happen.

But there was something that made the martial artists more uneasy than that.

-Is this really…

The energy that the Jeomchang Six Swords were emitting as they cleared away the blood-red mist.

-Is this the energy of the righteous faction?

It was ominous and eerie.

In the energy that did not feel alive at all, one could even feel the energy of death.

However, looking at the Jeomchang martial artists who were looking at them as if nothing was wrong, they even wondered if they were mistaken due to their low level.

They were keeping their distance because it was ominous.

“……”

Jeomchang was standing there as if nothing was wrong, looking beyond the mist.

The unease that something would happen soon.

The unease about the energy pouring out from the Jeomchang Six Swords.

The martial artists were waiting in unease.

It was then.

Koo-oong!

A huge vibration that shook the ground was felt.

Kwa-kwa-kwang!

A huge roar echoed from the hazy sky.

Swaaa!

Raindrops began to fall like blades.

Gulp.

The martial artists unconsciously swallowed and placed their hands on their sword hilts.

It was perhaps close to instinct.

Sreung!

The human instinct to sense danger and prepare for it.

Finally.

Sreureureuk!

The blood-red mist began to fade.

“……!”

The disappearing blood-red mist.

“The Jeomchang Six Swords really did it.”

As if to dispel the tension, a martial artist acknowledged the power of the Jeomchang Six Swords.

“As expected of the Jeomchang Six Swords.”

“With them here, it seems like no matter what happens, we’ll be okay.”

Despite the ominous energy they felt, the martial artists expressed their gratitude for having such great martial artists with them.

“Yes! Because we have the Jeomchang Six Swords!”

No matter what came out of the receding blood-red mist, they thought they could overcome it with them.

It was at that moment, as they were trying to dispel their tension.

Taang!

A sound of something exploding.

Jureureuk!

The Jeomchang Six Swords were pushed back and were tumbling on the ground.

“Cough!”

They wiped away the blood that was flowing down and got up.

Their swords were still stuck in the blood-red mist.

“Wh, what’s going on!”

“……Why!”

If they didn’t know what was going on after seeing that, there was a problem.

“Could it be…!”

That something was wrong.

“What the hell is going on!”

Everyone could tell that something was already wrong.

Tak Jin-soo’s frozen face.

The Jeomchang Six Swords staggering as they got up.

And the blood-red mist that was becoming even more faint.

“That is…”

Tak Jin-soo said.

“We didn’t do that.”

The Jeomchang Six Swords did not clear the mist.

“They are coming out on their own.”

Swaaaaa!

The pouring rain.

Those who were looking at the blood-red mist with shocked eyes rubbed their eyes in confusion.

The blood-red mist that had spread throughout Luzon had disappeared without a trace.

Far away.

Swaaaaa!

Through the pouring rain, blurry figures began to appear.

Those that were gradually approaching were appearing as clear human figures from the black shadows.

Sreung!

The martial artists drew their swords and began to form ranks.

Then, someone’s voice popped out.

“Demons…”

At the very front.

There were those wearing demon masks.

And behind them.

“Oh my god…!”

There was an uncountable number of figures standing.

The only thing they had in common was that they were all wearing blood-red uniforms.

And.

Swaaaaa!

Looking at them getting closer, the martial artists enhanced their eyesight using their inner energy.

In the blood-red uniforms, one letter was clearly visible.

-Blood.

Faces that were turning black.

“It was real…”

Whispers of disbelief began to come out from here and there.

The rumor that had been spreading little by little, and very carefully, due to the events in Luzon.

But it was a rumor that was unbelievable and hard to believe.

-The Blood Cult.

It was the Blood Cult that had invaded Luzon and created the mist.

“Blood…”

The one who led those who invaded Luzon.

“Blood Demon!”

The rumor of the Blood Demon.

Fear spread rapidly.

* * *

The Blood Cult.

Although it has been largely erased now, there is no martial artist in the Silver [a region or world] who does not know the name.

That’s how much the name of the Blood Cult has been with the long history of the Silver.

It was meaningless to even think about where their starting point was.

The martial artists told their growing children.

-If you don’t stop crying, the demons of the Blood Cult will come!

The name of the Blood Cult was mentioned, and the frightened children had to grow up hearing the name of the Blood Cult from a young age.

The Heavenly Demon Cult also existed.

They were also those with a history as long as the Blood Cult, but the treatment of the Blood Cult and the Heavenly Demon Cult was different.

If the Heavenly Demon Cult was an invisible demon that only existed in imagination.

The Blood Cult was a demon that seemed like it would appear right in front of you and strangle your heart.

However, as the Blood Cult did not appear, the martial artists of the Silver erased the fear they had for them, and they eliminated their fear by occasionally hunting those who claimed to be remnants of the Blood Cult or the Heavenly Demon Cult.

However.

“……!”

It was different now.

The Blood Cult that had been known so far, the remnants of the Blood Cult that had been hunted so far.

It was incomparable to such things…

“It’s the Blood Cult!”

“It’s the Blood Demon!”

Everyone could intuitively feel that the real thing had appeared.

Murmur, murmur.

The martial artists, whose tension had burst out after being barely suppressed at their appearance, were talking non-stop.

“Quiet!”

Tak Jin-soo shouted, filled with inner energy.

It was enough power to briefly stop the pouring rain.

“……!”

The martial artists were once again taken aback.

Tak Jin-soo.

One of the Jeomchang Sixteen Swords, and a great hero called the Earth Splitting Sword.

They knew that Tak Jin-soo was also a master of the Profound Realm, but they had never imagined that his inner energy would be this powerful.

-If it’s this much… it’s not inferior to the Jeomchang Six Swords, no, it’s even more than that?

The voices of the martial artists could be heard, but as Tak Jin-soo shouted, the voices were dying down.

Splash.

Stepping on a puddle, Tak Jin-soo went forward and faced the Blood Cult standing far away.

“I am Tak Jin-soo of Jeomchang!”

When he shouted again with inner energy, the raindrops swirled and created space.

“Are you the subversive forces that have taken over Luzon?”

A voice that could be heard clearly even in the rain.

“Reveal your identities!”

Tak Jin-soo, as if showing off his own power, released his inner energy.

As expected of someone with such power, there was even a faint smile on his lips.

-Can’t they see it?

His face gradually hardened at the voice that seemed to be echoing from the sky.

Six Harmonies Transmission [a technique to transmit voice over a distance].

It was a high-level technique that could only be used by those who were at least in the Profound Realm, a method of transmitting a voice like a telepathic message to many people.

But.

-Or can’t they read the letters?

This voice seemed to be transmitted to all the martial artists standing there, no, to all the living beings in the vicinity.

“Truly… the Blood Cult…”

Tak Jin-soo answered.

“Is it truly the Blood Cult?”