The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 226

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 206

Cheon Woo-gong (2)

In the deepest part of the Abyss, where the great red palace stood, Cheon Woo-gong sat cross-legged, focusing on his breathing.

The power he had consumed when opening the Abyss was immense.

There was also the backlash from trying to use incomplete power, but the meteor shower intervened, amplifying the backlash even further.

He swallowed the blood that felt as if it would gush out at any moment, calming his battered insides.

After barely managing to calm himself, he coughed up phlegm mixed with blood and took a long breath.

“Hoo…”

Having calmed his internal injuries, Cheon Woo-gong rose from his seat and turned around.

He was looking at the entrance of the great palace.

Inside, the ‘god’ he had longed for was sleeping.

How long had he strived for this one thing?

Gathering people, fabricating false names for the families and sects, and establishing the Cheonmaeng Fortress [Heavenly Demon Alliance Fortress].

All for the sake of making her a god.

“It’s already been ten years.”

It could be said that he had fallen in love at first sight.

She was more beautiful than anyone else in the world and possessed a mysterious aura.

When monsters appeared in the world, nearing its destruction, he met her on a mountain after escaping from the monsters.

She had a charm that made him think he would give her everything, but she didn’t even reveal her name.

She showed fear, saying that if they knew her name, they would come looking for her.

Cheon Woo-gong found that even more endearing.

He thought that only he could protect this woman, and only he was a human who cared for her.

“I still don’t know your name. You’ve had various names for nearly ten years, but none of them would have been your true name.”

Cheon Woo-gong muttered, grabbing the sword at his waist.

In the past, she had been incredibly weak, but through numerous human sacrifices, she had regained her strength and become strong enough to share her power with others.

She was skilled in rhetoric and mercenary tactics, making a significant contribution to nurturing the hidden blade of the Murim Alliance [Martial Arts Alliance].

“Looking back, it was a tough life, but I never once thought it was difficult. It was for you, so how could it be difficult?”

Cheon Woo-gong continued to mutter like a young man confessing his love, then turned and gripped his sword.

There stood Heuksa-hyang, her black hair fluttering.

Her red eyes gleaming, and her entire body emitting waves of murderous intent, she asked.

“Is it over? Murim Alliance Leader. I always thought you weren’t right in the head, but I didn’t know you were a woman-crazed lunatic.”

“Call it pure love.”

“…I never understood why you used vulgar language until now.”

Heuksa-hyang had navigated through numerous rooms, yet she had not a single wound on her body.

A fox made of illusions could never stop the Cheonma [Heavenly Demon].

Having reached the deepest part alone, she spoke, holding the Cheonma Black Sword in one hand.

“I was going to divide you into three parts, but unfortunately, the others couldn’t come, so I get you all to myself.”

Cheon Woo-gong, who was destined to become the Murim Alliance Leader in three parts, pondered why three parts while tightening his grip on the sword.

Cheonma, Heuksa-hyang.

He had faced her in the past, but she was too different from what she had been.

Back then, she was just a small, weak girl, but what about now?

Her height was similar to Cheon Woo-gong’s, and she exuded an overwhelming aura from her entire body.

It told him that she had truly ascended to the Cheonma.

“It’s really funny, you’ve turned an illusion into reality?”

Cheonma or whatever.

The families or whatever.

The sects or whatever.

Those were all illusions that Cheon Woo-gong had pulled out of martial arts novels.

The swordsmanship and mental cultivation they used were all fake.

It seemed to have some effect on some people, but it was nothing more than preaching imaginary stories.

In response to Cheon Woo-gong’s words, Heuksa-hyang raised her sword and said.

“Do you know the saying that intense belief transcends reality and creates miracles? You’ll never understand…”

With those words, she launched an attack.

The jet-black sword energy flying from a considerable distance was extremely threatening.

Despite its slowness, the sharpness imbued in the sword energy had the power to immobilize the body.

Cheon Woo-gong swung his sword to counter the sword energy.

The tremendous impact felt through the sword caused his muscles to scream and his bones to creak.

Having somehow endured one exchange, he groaned and steadied himself.

“Intense belief… creates miracles? What a ridiculous thing to say. All that belief creates is an illusion. Your power will also disappear someday.”

“It doesn’t matter. I just need to protect those who believe in me until that time comes.”

As Heuksa-hyang answered calmly, he gnashed his teeth and unleashed his ability.

Cheon Woo-gong’s ability was ‘Plum Blossom (梅花) [Meihua – Chinese plum].’

He scattered his energy like plum blossom petals, deceiving the enemy’s eyes and cutting them sharply.

Through this, Cheon Woo-gong founded the Hwasan Sect [Mount Hua Sect] and had been scamming people by calling it the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

Even though not a single plum blossom bloomed in the real Hwasan [Mount Hua].

“I should have killed you back then. My unnecessary sympathy has come back like this…”

“Sympathy? Don’t talk nonsense. What you had back then wasn’t sympathy, but the thought that it was okay to leave useless trash alone.”

Heuksa-hyang, still with a calm tone, slowly walked into the storm of plum blossoms that Cheon Woo-gong had created.

“Die!”

Cheon Woo-gong further amplified his energy, creating a fierce storm of petals.

The petals, raging in all directions, tore through the air, trying to tear apart the person trapped inside.

However, Heuksa-hyang did not back down.

Instead, she stepped forward, unfolding her energy in reverse, erasing the petals one by one.

Realizing that his power was being completely consumed, Cheon Woo-gong swung his sword and jumped into the storm.

Unleashing the ‘Plum Blossom Sword Technique’ he had personally created, he brandished the petals.

The petals, raging from all directions, once again unleashed fierce waves to tear Heuksa-hyang apart.

However, she.

“Alliance Leader, do you still see me as that child from back then?”

She endured all of it with her entire body and burst out of the storm.

Stopping Cheon Woo-gong’s sword with a hand wrapped in dark energy, she looked at him with ruthless eyes and continued.

“Or have I become too much of an adult?”

It was different from the past.

The weak child had become the undisputed strongest, and she revealed her murderous intent towards the enemy to repay the debt she had owed back then.

Cheon Woo-gong, who was enduring the murderous intent pouring out before his eyes, dripped blood from his mouth and nose.

The energy of Heuksa-hyang, flowing in through the grabbed sword, wreaked havoc inside his body.

“You haven’t improved since then.”

Heuksa-hyang swung the grabbed sword as it was, slamming Cheon Woo-gong into the palace gate.

Then, she waved her hand to erase all the petals and strode towards him, who was slammed into the gate.

She reached out her hand to kill Cheon Woo-gong.

“I won’t have to see that face anymore. Cheon Woo-gong.”

“…I didn’t want to do this, but I’ll borrow some of your power. One Tail (一尾) [Ichibi – One-Tailed Beast].”

Heuksa-hyang, noticing that he was about to do something, hurriedly reached out her hand, but something popped out of the slightly opened palace door even faster and struck her.

Heuksa-hyang, who had flown away, landed lightly on the floor and wiped the blood flowing from her cheek with her finger.

Then, she raised her head and looked at what had popped out of the palace.

“…Tail?”

It was a huge tail.

The fluffy fox tail suddenly appeared and wagged, then disappeared into Cheon Woo-gong’s body.

And Cheon Woo-gong, who had been collapsed, rose from his seat, looking so ridiculous that it was impossible not to laugh.

“Now you’ve become a beast.”

A wagging fox tail and ears.

Moreover, long whiskers had grown around his mouth.

The sight of a middle-aged man wearing those was too hard to bear.

Moreover, Heuksa-hyang had never seen a beast-man in person before, which made it even worse.

“If you want to die as a beast instead of a human, I’ll grant that wish.”

“…No, it’ll be different from now on.”

At the same time as Heuksa-hyang gripped the Cheonma Black Sword, Cheon Woo-gong surged forward.

Heuksa-hyang was momentarily startled by the tremendous speed that was different from before.

“From now on, it’s the real deal. It’s not like I haven’t improved at all either.”

He approached within striking distance in an instant and swung his sword.

With faster speed and stronger power than before.

As he swung his sword, the petals raged as before, but the momentum was clearly different.

Heuksa-hyang responded by wielding the Cheonma Black Sword with a still indifferent face.

The swords of each other collided fiercely, and sparks flew.

Cheon Woo-gong, who was pushed back, and Heuksa-hyang, who looked down at her hand with a strange sensation.

She quickly realized what Cheon Woo-gong had done to her body.

“I don’t know how long that power will last, but it’s not enough.”

“I think so too. It’s difficult to achieve equality with just one tail… Then how about two?”

The palace door opened, and another tail popped out.

The tail was once again absorbed into Cheon Woo-gong’s body, becoming two tails.

Cheon Woo-gong’s power amplified again.

Heuksa-hyang narrowed her eyes and clicked her tongue.

It seemed like things were going to get a little annoying.

***

“You died again, this is a really boring game…”

“If it’s boring, you don’t have to play, you know?”

“But that’s the charm.”

“What…”

Shua-nel and Batory, who were waiting outside the Abyss, were killing time by talking.

While blocking external access from outside until Yoo Seong-woo brought the others out.

“……?”

Batory looked at the Abyss with a sense of déjà vu.

And soon, she narrowed her eyes at the powerful force flowing out of the Abyss and muttered.

“…So you were in China? Your life is really long. I can’t believe you made another man in the meantime and were plotting something like this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It seems I’ve figured out who the culprit of this incident is. I should go inside too.”

“Then I’ll maintain the barrier. Someone has to protect the barrier from the outside, right?”

“I’ll transfer the authority, so please take care of the barrier.”

Batory said, snapping her fingers to transfer the authority of the barrier to Shua-nel, and then took out the ‘broom’ she always used.

A witch’s broom in the form of a bench.

She plopped down on it and flew into the Abyss like an arrow, disappearing.

Shua-nel, who was staring at her receding back, muttered quietly.

“Now I can enjoy the game in peace…”

***

Yoo Seong-woo, who was advancing by burning all the barriers with Samjeong [Samadhi Fire], arrived at the deepest part.

The first thing that caught his eye was the large red palace.

The second thing that caught his eye was the disheveled Heuksa-hyang and the ridiculous-looking Cheon Woo-gong.

He had four ears.

A pair of human ears and a pair of animal ears.

And four fox tails wagging from his butt.

Cheon Woo-gong, who was about to finish off Heuksa-hyang, stopped moving and looked at Yoo Seong-woo.

Yoo Seong-woo, who met his gaze, muttered in a small voice.

“Who’s into middle-aged kemonomimi [animal-eared characters]? What the f…”