Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 391

Sa Mooyoung was trapped in the grip of a stranger.

A low, heavy voice, like a whisper, echoed in his ear.

“It’s been a while, Mooyoung.”

“……!”

The moment Sa Mooyoung’s pupils trembled.

Kwaang!

His face and body were already smashed against the shaking wall.

“Keok!”

Sa Mooyoung coughed up blood, the price for absorbing such a massive blow.

He spoke through his twisted lips, as if spitting out the words.

“You crazy….”

Thud, thud.

With heavy footsteps, the cave shook, and fragments fell.

A man was walking towards Sa Mooyoung.

Sseuk.

The guards blocked the path of the strange man.

Considering the power that had just sent Sa Mooyoung flying, this man was a master.

One that could not be compared to these prisoners.

“Step aside.”

The strange man spoke as if he was trying to persuade the guards.

But they were not the type to back down.

No matter how skilled the opponent was, they were martial artists of the Mount Hua Sect, and this was Mount Hua’s territory.

But more than that.

Sway.

A desire arose.

The opponent was a master who had sent Sa Mooyoung flying with one blow.

But at a glance, his body seemed to be in terrible condition.

Moreover, looking at the way he was walking, it was clear.

‘He can’t use one arm and one leg.’

The strange man seemed unable to use one arm and one leg, limping and dragging himself.

Also, judging by his appearance, he was a prisoner of Mount Hua, a ghost who had lived in this corpse disposal site for a long time.

Like the other prisoners, he had regained his strength, but it was clear that he was not yet perfect.

Sseuk.

So, this was an opportunity.

An opportunity to catch the master who had sent Sa Mooyoung flying with one blow.

If they seized this opportunity, they could escape this dark underground.

“Haa.”

The strange man sighed.

“You’re risking your lives for something so futile.”

“You prisoner bastard, you talk too much!”

The guards rushed towards the strange man.

“Fall…!”

Sa Mooyoung, who had belatedly regained his senses, shouted from afar.

“How could you not have changed at all.”

The strange man’s voice echoed emptily at that moment.

Sweeek.

The strange man’s sword was swung horizontally.

Pshoooook!

Blood fountains erupted in all directions, creating a purple rain of blood.

Thud, thud.

The sound of puppets falling, their strings cut, could be heard.

The only one standing there was the strange man.

The puppets had lost their heads.

“I told you….”

Sa Mooyoung barely managed to get up and said.

“To step back, you idiots.”

His voice was annoyed and bewildered.

“By the way, are you still alive?”

Sa Mooyoung approached the strange man with staggering steps.

“Master.”

The eyes of the strange man and Sa Mooyoung met.

There was a ghost of Mount Hua in the corpse disposal site of Mount Hua.

This was a rumor passed down like a legend among the prisoners working in the corpse disposal site of Mount Hua.

And this was also a fact known to Mount Hua.

A fact known only to those in the high places of Mount Hua.

However.

-If it’s the ghost of Mount Hua, I know something.

Not the ghost hidden deep within the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron Prison, unknown even to the Plum Blossom Sword practitioners.

-I’m talking about the great traitor of Mount Hua.

The ghost that the Plum Blossom Sword practitioners of Mount Hua knew and were wary of.

-Taecheon.

“Master Taecheon.”

Taecheon.

-He is a former Plum Blossom Sword practitioner, known to be a master who reached the level of the Plum Blossom Divine Sword.

A master who was famous in the previous generation.

-He is the one who made Mount Hua the master of the Republic of Korea.

He was the culprit who single-handedly defeated two divisions and attacked the Blue House, killing the president and other high-ranking officials.

“I didn’t know you were still alive. I thought you had died about three years ago.”

But was he disillusioned with all of that?

Or did he just think that he had gained too little compared to his achievements?

Or perhaps, was he greedy for power?

-Taecheon rebelled against the sect leader, and for that crime….

Here.

-He is known to be imprisoned in the corpse disposal site of Mount Hua.

The secret history of Mount Hua, and the ghost of Mount Hua.

“Mooyoung.”

“It seems you’ve managed to revive some of the severed meridians, but you still can’t use your right hand and left leg?”

Sa Mooyoung took a stance with his sword.

“Mooyoung.”

“Can you face me in that state?”

As he said that, Sa Mooyoung took something out of his pocket with his other hand.

“Mount Hua has gone too far.”

“It’s called the Mad Demon Pill.”

The pill in Sa Mooyoung’s hand, Sa Mooyoung.

Crunch!

He put it in his mouth without hesitation and chewed it.

Gooo!

In an instant, Sa Mooyoung’s aura began to surge.

His pure and sharp aura was now rising fiercely, spreading out as if to engulf the surroundings.

“Do you know how much my life has been twisted because of you?”

Eyes dyed red.

The Mad Demon Pill.

This was a variant of the Demonic Soul Pill created by the Society.

A Demonic Soul Pill that concentrates the magic stones of monsters and converts their power into internal energy.

However, the main ingredient of this Mad Demon Pill was not yet known.

But the effect was certain.

Woong!

A pill that allows one to break through their limits for a moment.

It was said that the violently transformed internal energy could unleash a destructive power that was at least twice, and at most five times, greater than the original internal energy.

“Why am I here?”

Sa Mooyoung said, taking a strange stance.

“It’s all because of you.”

In the next moment.

Sweeek!

The plum blossom branches began to extend towards the strange man, Taecheon.

* * *

“Kuhahahat!”

Sa Mooyoung laughed wildly.

The enormous internal energy overflowing throughout his body.

The powerful energy emanating from the Plum Blossom Sword.

“Kuhahahat!”

At this moment, he felt like he could do anything.

-It’s better not to use it easily.

The Mad Demon Pill that had been given to him.

-Because we haven’t completely fixed the side effects yet.

He didn’t understand.

-Why give this to me?

He had been demoted.

Despite being a Plum Blossom Sword practitioner, he had to become the warden of the corpse disposal site of Mount Hua, instead of leading the Plum Blossom Sword Squad or the Plum Blossom Attack Squad.

And there was a reason for all of that.

-To me, the disciple of that damned traitor.

-Because you’ll need it.

His master, Taecheon.

Taecheon, who had taken in a total of two disciples, had suddenly gone mad one day and rebelled against Mount Hua.

A master who had rebelled, and a disciple who didn’t even know about such a story.

Kaang!

In this damned Mount Hua, his treatment was as good as decided.

“Master!”

The two clashed their Plum Blossom Swords.

“Why didn’t you just die?”

Taecheon, who had completely disappeared from the corpse disposal site of Mount Hua one day.

He had heard the story that he had entered the bottomless abyss a long time ago.

And that he would never come out again.

“Then you wouldn’t have suffered the humiliation of dying at the hands of your disciple.”

Gooo!

Red energy.

“Has Mount Hua finally abandoned the Dao [the Way]?”

And Taecheon spoke.

Suhguh!

Taecheon’s wounds were increasing from Sa Mooyoung’s relentless attacks.

Sa Mooyoung was particularly targeting Taecheon’s right arm and left leg.

“Kuhahahat! Still, it’s a relief. Even if the sky falls, there was a way out.”

The Mad Demon Pill, this was something else.

The maddening excitement, the internal energy that didn’t decrease no matter how much he used it.

Kwang!

The explosion that occurred within his body broke through his limits for a moment and allowed him to step into the next stage.

“I will kill you with my own hands, Master, and get out of here!”

It was the moment when plum blossoms bloomed on the branches that had bound Taecheon.

End.

Sa Mooyoung was confident that these small plum blossom petals would tear Taecheon apart and kill him.

It had already been several years since his master, who was right-handed, had held a sword.

Even if he had trained with the bones of corpses, he would have spent useless time without any internal energy.

“Mooyoung.”

“Why? Are you going to beg for your life?”

The blade was rushing in.

“Didn’t I tell you countless times?”

Sa Mooyoung’s sword was about to pierce Taecheon’s heart without hesitation.

“Never neglect your mental training.”

At that moment.

Kaang!

Sa Mooyoung’s sword was knocked away miserably.

Sa Mooyoung’s plum blossoms filled the area.

A single branch that had bloomed among them pushed everything away.

“Mount Hua is a Daoist sect.”

Sa Mooyoung twisted his body as if he couldn’t believe it.

Kwaak.

But the plum blossom branch that had extended from Taecheon was binding Sa Mooyoung’s entire body.

“Wh, what…!”

The internal energy amplified by the Mad Demon Pill.

Even for himself, who had broken through his limits for a moment, it was a snare that he could never escape.

“Mental training is the foundation of Mount Hua. And more than anything….”

Thud.

Taecheon walked towards Sa Mooyoung.

“Your plum blossoms have no fragrance.”

The Plum Blossom Sword practitioners.

They don’t just bloom plum blossoms.

The plum blossom fragrance.

Cruel swordsmen who kill their enemies amidst the beautiful appearance and fragrance of plum blossoms.

But Sa Mooyoung had lost his fragrance at some point.

“Damn it….”

Sa Mooyoung seemed to have sensed something.

“I too, I too….”

He said with a twisted smile.

“If it weren’t for you, Master.”

If he too could have received special training like the higher-ranking Plum Blossom Sword practitioners.

-Hey, you cripple.

If he could have gained new power like that bastard, Cheong Inwoo.

Everything would have been different.

“It’s a pity.”

Taecheon’s voice.

Pshoooook!

The red plum blossoms bloomed, and behind them, the blood rain created by Sa Mooyoung was raging.

“Hoo….”

Taecheon staggered.

“You must hurry.”

The prisoners of Mount Hua rushed over and supported him.

* * *

Dawn.

The light of dawn was something that was too natural for some, and could even be unpleasant.

But now.

“……!”

For those who had not seen the light for so long, there was a surge of emotion.

The prisoners of Mount Hua.

They had finally escaped the corpse disposal site of Mount Hua and stepped onto the ground.

Escaping the place where there were no guards of Mount Hua was an easy task for those who had once been famous martial artists.

And more than anything, Taecheon.

Stagger.

“Are you alright!”

His contribution as a former Plum Blossom Sword practitioner, who was about to become the Plum Blossom Divine Sword, was great.

He had defeated the guards, and the most feared warden, Sa Mooyoung.

The ghost of Mount Hua.

He led the way, defeating the remaining martial artists of Mount Hua and leading the prisoners of Mount Hua.

“It seems… I overdid it.”

Taecheon’s complexion was pale.

The Blood Return Pill was said to regenerate the lost dantian [energy center] and fill it with power, but there were still limits.

It was still impossible to completely restore a master like Taecheon, and that was why Taecheon had appeared late, as he was focusing on circulating his energy alone.

Even that was not a perfect state of his body.

Cough!

Taecheon coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“This….”

Taecheon, who had wiped his mouth with an even paler complexion, looked ahead.

The light of dawn was getting stronger, and morning was approaching.

“Is this the end?”

A voice that sounded like he had given up.

The other prisoners were no different.

The guards had said.

-There will be no repeat of what happened last time.

If there was an incident in the corpse disposal site of Mount Hua.

“Were you alive?”

The Plum Blossom Sword Squad that had been on standby would be dispatched.

“Sabeok [senior brother].”

A term referring to one’s master’s senior brother.

And….

“Is that you, Woo Maeng?”

The current Plum Blossom Sword practitioner.

Woo Maeng, who was leading the Sister Plum Blossom Attack Squad, the Seventh Plum Blossom Attack Squad.

He was standing there with his squad members, looking at this place.

“So….”

He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Woo Maeng said with a twisted smile.

“How was your reunion with your disciple after all this time?”