Sa Cheon’s eyebrows twitched at Peng Dal’s words.
“What does that mean?”
“The Sword Demon who drenched the Murim in blood five hundred years ago, they say that Sword Demon’s name was Sa Cheon.”
“…”
Sa Cheon had thought his name had disappeared from history, just as he had heard from Dam Ye-rin.
Because no one cared about his name.
However, Sa Cheon was a little flustered by Peng Dal blabbering right in front of him.
“How did you find out that Sa Cheon was the Sword Demon’s name?”
“What?
You actually knew?
Heh heh.
That’s incredible.”
Peng Dal looked at the other martial arts students next to him.
“Is this guy really worshipping the Sword Demon?
Keukeu.”
“I told you.
He’s a crazy bastard.”
It was a martial arts student named Man-ho of the Black Dragon Sect, who had joined the same year as Peng Dal.
“I believe I asked how you know that.”
Sa Cheon asked Peng Dal again.
Peng Dal turned his head back to Sa Cheon.
“No matter how much Lady Dam Ye-rin is looking out for you… Your tone is really arrogant, you know?”
Factions existed within the Black Dragon Sect.
The faction, made up of scions from prestigious families and the Seven Great Sects, called itself the Black heads, claiming to be the head of the Black Dragon Sect.
In the Murim where the powerful dictated justice, most disciples naturally groveled before their backgrounds.
But Sa Cheon was different.
He did not yield to any threats or intimidation.
Rather, he held his head high and ignored them, as if a strong person were showing leniency to the weak.
Perhaps because of that, all the members of the Black heads disliked Sa Cheon.
Among them, Peng Dal was the student who was most eagerly waiting for a chance to teach him a lesson.
“Well, I’ll let it slide for now.
I happened to hear the name Sa Cheon at a clan gathering.
I don’t know why, but the clan seems to be interested in you.”
“The Hebei Peng Clan is interested in me.
How amusing.”
“Ah, don’t get your hopes up.
It’s just the kind of interest you’d have when dealing with an annoying mayfly buzzing around.
It’s like that.”
“That’s a relief, since the feeling is mutual.”
“Haha, this guy never backs down even once, does he?
He is arrogant as expected.”
“I told you.
We need to teach him a lesson.
Even today at the Martial Arts Hall, he arrogantly asked the Sect Leader to teach him the Sect’s exclusive Martial Arts.”
Man-ho relayed the news he had heard to Peng Dal.
“I heard it too.
Even if it was Lady Dam Ye-rin’s request, I don’t understand why the Sect Leader keeps looking out for such a lowly guy with impure thoughts.
From what I hear, his Martial Arts skills are terrible too.”
Peng Dal looked at Sa Cheon again.
“Or do you have some hidden secret?”
“You guys can figure that out yourselves.
I’m busy, so I’ll be taking my leave.”
Finishing his words, Sa Cheon walked past him.