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The next day.
Cheon Muryang woke up alone.
“Mm…….”
Normally Wolyeong should have come, but it was clear she had already gone to the training hall.
“It does feel empty.”
The path heading to the training hall alone felt somewhat awkward for no reason.
After shrugging his shoulders and arriving at the training hall, Cheon Muryang saw Wolyeong running in the training hall.
“Hwi-yu. It seems he rolled her hard already.”
In the center of the training hall, Cheon Seon-hak was seen monitoring not only the trainees but also Wolyeong with sharp eyes.
“Did you come?”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“I tell you in advance, now that child is not your personal maidservant. Do not give any help. That child must handle it solely alone. Do you understand?”
“…….”
Cheon Muryang also knew what those words meant.
[I don't know what he is thinking. What martial arts for a mere maidservant?]
[I acknowledge the Elder Gongja’s enthusiasm, but isn't this wrong?]
[It’s not like he’s playing a joke, I think what’s not right is not right.]
Gossip came out already.
Because everyone knew the fact that Wolyeong was Cheon Muryang’s personal maidservant.
They were acknowledging Cheon Muryang, but that was just it.
However, Wolyeong ran silently in the training hall without being shaken.
Cheon Muryang, who glimpsed the will full in those two eyes, nodded his head.
“Yes.”
“Good. Then, do your training.”
Although there were many things he wanted to say to Wolyeong, he had to endure.
Because proof was ultimately her own share.
‘I believe in you, Wolyeong.’
It might be purely his own greed.
Because he might be forcing Wolyeong, who had no intention for martial arts, to learn it.
‘However…… this is the best for me.’
It was to protect Wolyeong.
Cheon Muryang was certain.
That all of them would know Wolyeong’s true value sooner or later.
‘My own nose is three ja (I have my own problems), who is worrying about whom? The way to go is far.’
First of all was Cheon Yang Divine Art.
Cheon Yang Divine Art, which changed as it pleased, changed enough to be called an evolution.
Since existing weaknesses disappeared and strengths were supplemented, it was truly flawless enough to be called a Divine Art.
‘This must be the true appearance of Cheon Yang Divine Art.’
The sky was infinite.
Since the martial arts of the Cheon Family were derived from the sky, there was no way chants (Gu-gyeol) existed.
Everyone learned the same Cheon Yang Divine Art, but it became a different Cheon Yang Divine Art for everyone.
‘So, they must have made a standardized mold.’
Cheon Yang Divine Art, created by forcing chants, lost its original appearance in the process of transmission and degenerated into merely the family’s basic martial art.
So, no one knew the Cheon Yang Divine Art Cheon Muryang learned.
‘It is the Cheon Yang Divine Art only for me.’
It was a unique martial art.
So, Cheon Muryang was interested.
Because the newly evolved Cheon Yang Divine Art boasted depth enough to be called a Divine Art properly.
‘I cannot even fathom the end.’
He did not envy peerless Divine Arts.
‘I guarantee that even if it is any Divine Art, it cannot be said to have surpassed this Cheon Yang Divine Art.’
All requirements were equipped perfectly.
It was fundamentally different from the opportunity of Mumyeong in the past, who could only equip the family’s basic martial arts.
‘How strong I can become depends solely on me.’
What was it?
Cheon Muryang seemed to have glimpsed the path advancing toward Number One Under Heaven.
‘Number One Under Heaven, huh…….’
As one holding a sword, how could he not dream of this?
‘If it is the current me…… it is possible.’
Although it was far away, Cheon Muryang wanted to advance.
He vowed firmly and vowed again.
Kkwa-ak.
Cheon Muryang, who grasped the sword, slowly fell into the depth of Cheon Yang Divine Art whose end could not be fathomed.
Pa-a-at!
The boundary of the world became blurred.
A faint light that seemed like tears would flow was seen at the end of that horizon.
‘Ah-ah…….’
Cheon Muryang stood alone on a vast plain.
There, only a single sword existing alone, Cheon-gwang, was stuck in the ground scattering its light in all directions.
“…….”
As if possessed by something.
Cheon Muryang grasped Cheon-gwang.
The will of Dan-cheon (Severing Sky) splitting the sky dwelled.
‘I see it.’
The grain of the sky was seen.
He swung Cheon-gwang following that grain.
Then the sky split and a single path was made.
Hwi-i-i-i-ing!
Wind like a rough typhoon blew on both sides of that path.
Cheon Muryang walked that path.
‘……!’
The sky pressed down on Cheon Muryang.
At that pressure, the path of the sky that opened began to close slowly.
『This is your limit.』
The sky sneered.
Ppu-deuk.
Cheon Muryang clenched his teeth tightly.
He ignored the sky’s sneer.
‘I must have said I decide my path!’
No one, nothing.
Could interfere.
‘Get lost.’
Hoo-ung!
He swung Cheon-gwang again.
Then the wind became calm.
The path opened between the sky was connected to the sky outside the sky.
‘Ah-ah…….’
That moment was merely an instant.
Although the sky path closed again, it was a time like an eternity to Cheon Muryang.
‘Clearly I saw.’
It was a single sword path.
He contained that sword path in Cheon-gwang.
Hoo-woo-ung!
Cheon Muryang swung the sword.
Before he knew it, he forgot the flow of time.
The harmony of all things in nature wrapped around Cheon Muryang.
“…….”
Cheon Muryang fell into a trance (Mu-a-ji-gyeong).
Cheon Seon-hak, seeing Cheon Muryang who seemed to have obtained something, laughed.
“Truly a monster.”
The moment of enlightenment. It was called Don-o (Sudden Enlightenment).
This never came easily.
However, Cheon Muryang was different.
Day by day, he broke that mold and advanced forward.
“If I let my guard down, I might also be overtaken.”
Cheon Seon-hak was blocked by a wall recently.
A thought occurred that he must break down that wall quickly.
Watching Cheon Muryang advancing without hesitation, he felt like he could glimpse what the method to surpass that wall was.
“Although I didn't know I would obtain enlightenment because of you…….”
Living long is worth it.
Who would have known a day would come when he would admire Cheon Muryang who was merely a total mangnani?
“Advance. Fly to that vast blue sky.”
The mangnani disappeared.
He was only seen as a crouching dragon, Wa-ryong.
“I will become a cloud.”
Isn't it that a dragon originally ascends to the sky riding a cloud?
Hoo-woo-ung!
The Wa-ryong of the Cheon Family cut the sky into a thousand strands, ten thousand strands with the sword.
Dan-cheon (Severing Sky) became one layer deeper.
However, only Cheon Seon-hak and Wolyeong penetrated the true meaning of that sword.
“Heo-eok, heo-eok!”
Of course, Wolyeong was busy as her breath filled up to the tip of her chin.
“Catch your breath.”
“Heo-eok, yes!”
Cheon Muryang swung the sword.
Wolyeong ran the training hall.
They swung and ran ceaselessly.
It was a rare sight of the newly changed training hall.
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Cheon Muryang’s daily life did not change.
Always, living in the training hall was everything.
If there was something changed, it was one thing.
“Heo-eok, heo-eok!”
It was the existence of Wolyeong running in the training hall wearing not maidservant clothes, but martial arts clothes that still looked awkward.
Although it was still Wolyeong running in the training hall, it was quite different from the beginning.
Running in the training hall at a constant speed looked skilled.
“I must have told you not to lose your breath.”
Whenever her breath became rough, Cheon Seon-hak’s sharp glare whipped Wolyeong.
“Heo-eok, yeees!”
Even though she looked precarious as if she would collapse, Wolyeong caught her breath without any complaint and began running.
“One more lap.”
“Heo-eok, yes!”
Cheon Seon-hak’s training was harsh.
He never told me the goal.
Whether running ten laps or twenty laps.
Since he didn't say how much more she had to run, he applied psychological pressure.
‘It must be hell…….’
All trainees knew that pain.
They thought Wolyeong would not last long and would collapse.
However, Wolyeong endured.
It was already a point where a week had passed, repeating running for a long time, vomiting, and collapsing.
“…….”
Everyone except a few including Lee Seok-gi had no choice but to acknowledge.
Because no one endured that training of Cheon Seon-hak for more than a week.
Pi-sik.
Cheon Muryang laughed looking at Wolyeong.
They were surprised.
However, it was still far.
“If you are complacent and stay in that spot, you will be overtaken soon?”
Cheon Muryang laughed and swung the sword.
Still, Cheon Muryang repeated and repeated only a single movement until it wore out.
At a glance, they were all the same sword path, but the grain was different.
‘The grain of the sky is seen now.’
Literally Gae-an (Opening Eyes), it seemed his eyes opened.
‘What level has the current me reached?’
Suddenly he became curious.
Commonly it was divided into the stages of First Rate (Il-ryu), Peak (Jeol-jeong), Super Peak (Cho-jeol-jeong), and Transformation Realm (Hwa-gyeong).
Although there were detailed differences in each stage of course.
‘I cannot manifest Sword Qi (Geom-gi) yet.’
For that reason, by the classification of Kangho, he didn't even reach First Rate yet.
However, when assuming he fought a First Rate master, the thought that he would lose did not occur.
‘For some reason, I feel like I would win.’
The person he fought at Maehongru was clearly a master who reached First Rate.
However, he was careless and flustered.
Since it was a victory aiming for that gap, if they fought formally, a different result might have come out.
‘If it is now…… I can win. Definitely.’
Cheon Muryang was certain he was becoming strong steadily.
His path was not wrong.
‘By the way, it must be time to move slowly.’
It was excessively quiet.
Since they would move in some way.
It was when patience hit the bottom.
“Is the Eldest Gongja here?”
A stranger looked for Cheon Muryang.
The swaggering voice drew everyone’s attention.
Even while looking at Cheon Seon-hak, he showed an arrogant attitude of greeting half-heartedly.
“Ah, he is over there.”
Approaching with his hands behind his back to the fullest, he exchanged glances with Lee Seok-gi.
He approached Cheon Muryang.
“Eldest Gongja.”
U-ttuk.
The sword stopped in the air.
Then, Cheon Muryang turned his head.
He, who met those two eyes, trembled his body for an instant.
‘W, what eyes…….’
He wondered if the eyes of a predator with prey in front were like this.
“What is the matter?”
Cheon Muryang asked pretending not to know deliberately.
Where he came from was obvious.
As expected, he showed a letter stamped with the seal of the Council of Elders.
“It is a letter the Third Elder ordered to convey.”
“Leave it there and go.”
His complexion spoke for him.
He said with a straight face with an expression asking what that meant.
“Eldest Gongja, I said it is a letter sent by the Third Elder.”
Pi-sik.
It was to the point of laughing in vain at that clumsy pressure.
‘Even that mangnani wouldn't be scared.’
It's just a saying.
Of course, he would have been scared.
Because he was a specimen of strong to the weak and weak to the strong.
“Hey.”
Woo-woo-ung!
Cheon-gwang cried.
At the same time, terrible sharp energy covered him.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“W, what?”
“I told you to leave it and go. If it is a letter sent by the Third Elder, what do you want me to do?”
“T, the Third Elder……!”
“Heok!”
Cheon-gwang touched his neck.
At the sharp energy that seemed like it would cut him down right away, he couldn't even swallow his saliva.
“It will be good to shut that dirty mouth.”
“Heup!”
Cheon Muryang retrieved Cheon-gwang.
Only then, perhaps his stiff body relaxed, he fell on his butt backward.
While doing so, the appearance of him trying to get away from Cheon Muryang somehow while stepping backward was a spectacle.
“Ah, and…….”
“Hi-ik!”
“Show respect to the Grand Master (Dae-ju-nim), even if not to me.”
Cheon Seon-hak’s official position was the General Grand Master of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Squad (Cheon-ryong-geom-dae) and Heavenly Phoenix Sword Squad (Cheon-bong-geom-dae).
So, he was called Grand Master.
“Otherwise next time…… I will cut your neck.”
What was it?
He, who fell on his butt, had the illusion that the entire sky was collapsing.
That sky collapsed solely toward himself.
“Hi-i-ik!”
Jo-reu-reu.
Stricken with extreme fear, he could not bear to tighten his bladder.
“Get lost without dirtying the place.”
“Hi, hi-i-i-ik!”
Forget face or whatever, he ran away so fast his tail would fall off.
“Tsk. It smells.”