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The golden age of the martial arts world, when martial arts masters were as numerous as grains of sand on the seashore.
An absolute master who proudly earned a place among the Ten Venerables, transcending both the Black and White paths.
During the chaotic Great War between the Righteous and Demonic Paths, he raised warriors to defend Gangbuk in place of the Murim Alliance, which was causing internal strife, and encouraged resistance against the Demonic Path by revealing his family’s martial arts.
Although the name Murong Clan vanished after the Great War between Righteousness and Demons, he remained in people’s minds forever as a figure worthy of respect. ‘He was clearly the type of person whose merits covered up his faults.’ An unexpected thought process.
A vortex of emotions that has no intention of even being controlled.
An all-powerful ruffian who possesses the military strength to unleash his neurotic rage directly on his opponents, along with the massive Murong clan.
What if you knew this was his true face?
He probably wouldn’t have been respected that much.
Moreover, to the mere words of that old geezer…
“Why is there no answer? Is the name of the Murong family not satisfactory to you?”
I stopped thinking and let out a sigh.
“Haa… How could that be?”
To be honest, even if it were written as a novel titled ‘Me, from Taeeulmun, becoming a son-in-law of the Murong family?’, it would receive a lot of criticism for lacking plausibility.
It is such an absurd opportunity, so there is no way I wouldn’t be satisfied.
However, as was asked by the Namgung family before, one cannot choose to marry a woman from a collateral branch and become subordinate to that family.
“I have many people to protect, including the Taeeul Sect and the Sojeong Unit. Moreover, Miss Seol is in the Murong family…” Murong Seol was a woman who held a very special meaning for me in my previous life as well.
To keep such a woman close and marry someone else was not right for me, nor for the person I was to marry.
Just then, Mo Yong-gang’s voice pierces my ears.
“Or does Seol look ugly in your eyes?”
“yes?”
What the…
Oh my god, was that Moyong Xue you just said?
I reinforced the doorway with iron due to the endless stream of matchmakers, and use the marriage proposals flying in every day as kindling.
Moyong Gang narrows his eyes and subtly gestures to me with his chin.
“If you’re a man, you must have heard of our Seol, right?”
Murong Xue… … Murong Xue… … Murong Xue… … To think it’s Murong Xue… … .
Uh, so…
Is she my wife?
Am I her husband?
Good heavens…
Then my wife is the Sword Empress
That’s what you’re saying, right?
While imagining in my mind marrying Murong Xue, having children, seeing their grandchildren, and finally holding Murong Xue’s hand as I face my death…
Suddenly, I recalled her voice. [Because that is how you want to live. Survive like that…]
The story she told me, disappointed in me as I ran out of Sojeongdae and fled into the mountains.
I vividly remember the cold face and gaze of that day, and the way they coldly turned away.
Then, the sight of her approaching me exhausted after the battle and talking about her father…
The sight of her longing for her younger sibling, who lost the family and died in ruins…
They come to mind vividly, one after another. ‘Heh heh.’ A sneer involuntarily squeezes out from the corner of my mouth.
I wonder what kind of fantasy they have.
Didn’t I earnestly hope from the beginning that the past would not repeat itself?
If she loses everything and does not join the Sojeong Unit, obtaining the title of Sword Empress will be delayed a little longer.
If you do not lose your family, you will not have any reason to join the Sojeongdae.
And above all
I do not want to infringe upon her free will.
I just hope she meets the person she truly likes in a peaceful world.
Yes, I hope for that.
After sorting out my thoughts, I tilted my head crookedly.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“……?”
“An arranged marriage in a world like this? Don’t you feel sorry for your granddaughter?”
“What? How dare you!”
I hurriedly covered his mouth.
What I meant was something different.
Something else?
Murong Jiang is clearly an unreasonable person.
If it is the type to whom reason and logic do not apply… … .
Isn’t it enough to just stir up emotions?
“Is the Murong clan the Sword Gate in the first place?”
“Are you disgracing my family right now?”
I lightly ignored his words and scanned his body.
“Then where is your sword, sir?”
Moyong Kang is a man obsessed with martial arts.
His experimental spirit regarding martial arts is as outstanding as his bizarre nature.
Isn’t that evident just by looking at that bizarre martial art that distorted space?
His sensibility is not as rigid as an iron wall when it comes to martial arts.
Murong Jiang snorted, “Hmph.”
“A pathetic wretched fellow like you wouldn’t understand. For someone like me, everything I hold and do is…”
“If the Murong family’s sword techniques all disappear, will the Murong family no longer be the Murong family?”
You probably have never thought about it.
Before the Great War of Righteousness and Demons, no sect or family of the Murim Alliance would have ever even considered annihilation.
Moreover, the Murong clan of the world… … .
I took another step closer to him and asked again.
“If the Murong family can no longer wield the sword, does that mean the Murong family is no longer the Murong family?”
Ironically, the being who made the Murong family most famous in their previous life was none other than Pagung.
People praised the Murong clan, which had already been wiped out and disappeared, saying that the grandson was just like the grandfather.
“What are you talking about?”
Moyong Gang’s gaze turned ominous.
The ruffian-like appearance he had shown until now was nowhere to be seen.
The story is that I seriously touched his emotions.
The sea I had been longing for.
If you touch it one more time here
– “The Empty Meaning of the Murong Family
What is it? Is it blue and black?
“……!”
Pa-geom is a nickname given to successive heads of the Murong clan.
The Murong clan took infinite pride in having preserved the name of the Broken Sword. And that pride would surely make them unable to tolerate my sarcastic provocations.
As expected.
Trembling
Murong Jiang, with his head bowed, stared at me with eyes flushed red.
“I have misjudged you. To think you committed such a grave error just to hide a minor flaw.”
The distortion of space seen when escaping.
Unlike when I had just glanced at it quickly, tremendous pressure began to tighten around my entire body.
“I treated you kindly, yet there is nothing you will not say. I have already bestowed sufficient grace upon the Taeeul Sect, so I suppose I am qualified to condemn you.”
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The skin began to swell as if blood circulation had stopped throughout the body.
It felt like blood was going to gush out of my seven orifices, and my eyes were about to burst.
Nevertheless, I maintained my composure again and again.
“Is the justice of the Murong Clan that the Master envisions… indeed the Broken Sword?”
“Huh? Are you still trying to wield that wicked tongue? Yes, that is correct. The Broken Sword. That is what our Murong Clan has protected throughout the long years.”
I spoke clearly, even while barely breathing.
“……
I, I don’t think so.
“What?”
The image of Pagung, who roamed the battlefield like an iron eagle in his past life, comes to mind vividly, as if I saw it yesterday.
As I looked at the divine power of the Palace Breaker blocking the Demonic Cult, I thought this.
Looks like it could shatter even the sky… …!
I forced myself to lift my head and meet their gaze as I spoke.
The true emptiness of the Murong family
… … *Cough*, isn’t that none other than Heaven-Shattering… …!
In an instant, the pressure that had been tightening in real time came to a sudden halt.
It was still painful, but I no longer felt like I was going to die.
I barely managed to exhale a hot breath.
“Do you think the righteousness of our Taeeulmun is the Ten Thousand Swords?”
“…….”
“The Taeeulmun Sect failed to continue the lineage of ten thousand swords for five hundred years. Nevertheless, the Taeeulmun Sect has continued to be passed down.”
After catching my breath for a moment, I looked at Moyong Gang with unwavering eyes and spoke.
“I have never forgot for a single moment the Gongui of the Taeeulmun sect that I learned when I first held a sword in my childhood.” [The Gongui of the Taeeulmun sect
is a change.]
Although he remained second-rate due to a lack of talent, Hong Mun-gi never lost the roots of the sect.
And he never forgot to pass on that teaching to his disciples as well.
That is why Taeeulmun has been able to keep its name for the past five hundred years.
After a brief silence swept through the space, Mo Yong-gang nodded with a peculiar expression.
“Pacheon…… Pacheon…… Pacheon…….”
As if it were ingrained in my mind, I endlessly repeated a single word over and over again.
It couldn’t be helped.
A world that cannot be seen with only the blue sword.
Because there is a world that can only be seen by becoming a Pacheon.
“Does it matter whether it is a sword or a fist when shattering the heavens? How much less, if it is a bow?”
The hostility gradually fades from Moyong Gang’s gaze.
Only a mysterious gaze remained, staring intently at me.
Jaehwa struck fear into the Blood Cult with a single bow. The Eastern Taoists of the Jianghu even bestowed upon him the nickname “One Thousand Against One.”
Indeed. The divine power he displayed to the palace in Sacheon was astonishing and truly astonishing.
“Jae-hwa is going to use the family’s martial arts to shatter the heavens in the future; would it matter if it were a bow instead of a sword?”
“Hah! You’re convinced, aren’t you?”
I can be sure.
For the Palace of Destruction was already born even in the harsh environment of the previous life.
In this life, just as Jaehwa said, I will be able to become the Heaven-Shattering Divine Palace.
I nodded firmly.
“I am confident that Jeon Jae-hwa will surpass the title of Broken Sword and earn the title of Breaking Heaven.”
“Running away from heaven.”
“In that case, can it not be considered that the Murong family line has been cut off?”
I looked at Murong Jiang and gave him a big smile.
A new martial arts discipline has emerged.
Moyong Gang looked at me with a complex expression.
“You really….”
A complex gaze, impossible to tell whether it is sad or joyful.
In any case, it was certain that the anger had subsided.
There is no way Murong Jiang wouldn’t have felt his heart race upon hearing the words “fleeing the heavens.”
“Could you please untie this now? I feel like I’m going to die if I stay here any longer.”
Oh, sorry.
Huh? You’re sorry?
The moment I heard a word I never thought I would hear from him in his lifetime, the pressure constricting my body vanished in an instant.
As the blood circulation that had stopped resumed, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body as if an electric current were flowing.
“Oh… my body…”
“Are you, are you okay?”
Moyong Kang, having regained his reason, somehow became cautious in his attitude.
As expected, upon hearing the word ‘Pacheon,’ he must have realized just how big a mistake he had made.
I deliberately patted my throbbing shoulder and said.
“What is this? After all, I have been making choices for the Murong family… yet you won’t even listen to me.”
“Ahem, ahem. You should have told me sooner.”
“Did you give me a chance to speak? No, what was that atmosphere that tightened its grip on me as if to kill me right from the start, while I was already speaking?”
Murong Gang subtly avoids my gaze.
“Ahem… I intend to make you realize the martial arts of my life…”
“Stop talking nonsense. I seriously almost died!”
Suddenly, Mo Yong-gang’s face hardens.
So what do you want me to do about it?
Look at this guy, he’s showing his ruffian side again.
His expression becomes even more brazen.
So you’re saying you’ll give back exactly what you were hit with?
Others might have cowered and backed away at the sight of this, but would I ever do that?
“Phew, never mind. How much pain could my fist possibly hurt? Just pay me for the damages.”
“what?”
“Why? If you hit someone, isn’t it only natural to pay for the damages?”
Murong Gang opened his mouth wide and looked at me with a look of disbelief.
No, what are you going to do if you stare at me like that?
Besides, since he took the hit instead of Moyong Jaehwa, it is only natural to charge double the compensation. Of course. The rumor that Moyong Gang would appear at the Murim Academy’s ‘Invitation to Famous People’ excited the academy students.
“Good heavens! That Blue Sword guy?”
To think the day would come in my lifetime to meet Him in person!
“Th-then is Miss Moyong Seol coming along too?”
“Hey! I told you not to hang out with him. Why are you so clueless!”
“No, you didn’t welcome Jin So-un from the start because you belong to the Jeongdohoe, did you?”
“What are you talking about! After seeing him save the members of the White Dao Society, I decided to acknowledge him as a true chivalrous hero.”
For the first time, the students transcended their affiliations and sects to submit their application forms, driven solely by their desire to participate in the event.
As a result, most people participated in the event, with the exception of those unable to attend due to private lessons.
And this news was also conveyed to the nearby Murim Alliance.
As the battle in Sichuan dragged on and the tension within subsided somewhat, some members of the alliance wanted to participate in the academy’s events, but the academy did not allow it.
Because of this, within the alliance, they favored the academy, so such a big shot(?)
There were also complaints that [he/she] was invited.
“Tsk tsk, true to his nature of living as he pleased his whole life, he’s causing substantial damage once again.”
Murong Jiang furrowed his brow at Zhuge Xiaoming’s words.
“What are you talking about? You little brat! What harm are you talking about!”
As voices rose, Hyeok Mu-gang stepped in to mediate.
“Haha. Stop it, everyone. The children outside might hear.”
“Hmph! It is incredibly awkward to see you sitting on the leader’s throne, acting all dignified in a way that doesn’t suit you at all.”
As Mo Yong-gang’s attack headed toward me, the corners of Hyeok Mu-gang’s eyes trembled.
Seeing him, who rarely shows his emotions, reveal them, it seemed certain that the bond built since their youth would not easily vanish.
“What on earth happened to you that you suddenly attended the event? Especially since it was at Jin So-un’s request?”
At Zhuge Xiaoming’s words, Murong Jiang quickly brought the tea to his lips with a startled expression.
“Ahem. Considering the relationship between him and me, I can easily grant a request like this.”
The look of suspicion does not easily fade from Jegal Somyeong’s eyes.
“You didn’t even come to my grandson’s entrance ceremony, yet you came all the way here to grant a request from a disciple of another sect?”
“Cough! Cough, cough!”
“Besides, how did your hand end up all swollen?”
It’s not just the hands.
There are small scratches on the neck and face, and bruises are visible all over the arms.
Zhuge Xiaoming shook his head and clicked his tongue.
“Tsk, are you still going around fighting like that at your age?”
“Who said we fought! Th-this is… right. It all happened while I was giving instructions.”
“Teaching? You mean to that guy Jae-hwa?”
Murong Gang frowns.
“That damn grandson… no, not that bastard, but the other damn one.”
“Jin So-un?”
“okay.”
At Murong Kang’s words, Zhuge Xiaoming and He Wujiang exchanged strange glances.
Just what kind of relationship do Pa Geom and Jin So-un have that they exchange teachings and requests?
And as if to resolve that doubt, Moyong Gang added.
He is the kind of man to take as a son-in-law.
“deceit?”
Moyong Gang raises his head as if satisfied.
“He is the fellow who will make the Murong family great in the future. Mwahaha.”
Hyeok Mu-gang and Jegal So-myeong barely managed to hold back from spitting out the tea they were drinking.
Because it was the first time I had seen Murong Jiang, who is beyond arrogance, acknowledge someone like that.
“No way, I told you, that fellow effortlessly dodged my mutual destruction punch! A guy who’s just passed the age of twenty, mind you! Moreover, he was even thinking about the future of our family, something I never even imagined. Where in the world would you find someone like that? Hahaha!”
Zhuge Xiaoming tilted his head at the sight of Murong Jiang smiling as if pleased just by the thought.
“To establish a family while being a son-in-law… Are you perhaps referring to a son-in-law living with his wife’s family?”
“Pfft……!”
Eventually, Jegal So-myeong and Hyeok Mu-gang spat out the tea.
It was because he was surprised, not only because he knew how much Murong Gang cared for Murong Xue, but also because he knew that Murong Gang was not the kind of person to make the decision to bring an outsider into the family so easily.
Then, suddenly, Zhuge Xiaoming felt something strange in Murong Jiang’s story.
Do you know that he is the chief disciple of the Taeeul Sect?
Moyong Gang nods confidently.
I heard that is the case.
In Taeeulmun, the chief disciple primarily carries on the traditions of the sect.
Huh?
Jegal So-myeong lets out a sigh as if to say, “I knew it.”
You bastard, you didn’t consider Jin So-un’s intentions or the situation at all.
“Ahem… Well, we can just hold the dual position. After all, I am the son-in-law of the Murong family!”
“Hmph!”
Zhuge Xiaoming mocked such a Murong Jiang.
“As expected, you haven’t changed a single bit from the old days.”
“W-what are you talking about! He definitely liked it when I brought it up, too!”
“Liking it…! You must have threatened me by punching me again!”
Murong Jiang, unable to contain his anger, kicked himself up from his seat.
“You bastard! Do you want to try being persuaded by my fists, too?”
“Ho-ho! You’ll only come to your senses after being locked up in Palgeumjin and starving for about fifteen days, just like before!”
Eventually, Hyuk Mu-gang steps forward.
“Stop it, everyone. They’ll hear everything outside…”
“You stay quiet!”
“Lord, please remain still!”
It didn’t work at all.
Now that they had become masters of the martial arts world, they bared their teeth and snarled at each other as if they had returned to the past.
After a good fight like that.
“Anyway, from what I heard on the way here, it seems quite noisy in the Sacheon area.”
At Murong Jiang’s words, Zhuge Xiaoming also let out a long sigh.
It’s because the peaceful state lasted too long.
“Shouldn’t we send more warriors?”
Zhuge Xiaoming shook his head lightly.
The tide is turning. We will win the war anyway. It just will take some time.
“I heard those Black Path bastards are taunting me about forming an alliance. Shall I go over and stir things up?”
Zhuge Xiaoming shot a blazing glare at Mo Yongjiang’s shrug.
It was the start of the second round.
“Just try doing that! I’ll take my warriors to your clan right now and uproot every single blade of grass!”
“Seriously, even if I offer to help, you’re still being a jerk!”
Zhuge Xiaoming tapped his head with his finger and sneered.
“Don’t you realize how dangerous it is to split the front lines in two? I’m asking if you can even think with the thing hanging from your neck.”
“Hmph! You’ve shrunk as much as a coward with age. So you’re just going to let them form the alliance?”
“You know about the demons, don’t you?”
Zhuge Xiaoming brought up the incident where Murong Shangyuan was attacked.
Only then does Mo Yong-gang’s voice calm down.
Are you taking this seriously?
“Neither what happened during the regular time nor what happened in Sichuan is anything extraordinary. A darkness greater than the Black Path is likely to descend.”
“Iijei(以夷制夷)
Are you thinking of?
That’s not it.
“huh?”
Murong Jiang’s head turns to the other side.
The answer came from Hyeok Mu-gang.
“Perhaps when darkness engulfs the world, we and the Black Path will have to fight together.”
Moyong Gang, who had been wearing a stiff expression for a moment, let out a chuckle.
“Would that be possible?”
“I must do my best. If that is impossible, that means even more blood will be shed.”
Has there ever been a time since the beginning of the martial arts world when black and white did not fight?
For some reason, Moyong Gang felt a sense of anticipation that he would be able to see many things he had never seen before in his life.
The martial arts world is going to get interesting from now on.
Murong Gang, wearing a strange smile, said.
“If you are considering an alliance, you should send an envoy.”
Murong Jiang turns his gaze back to Zhuge Xiaoming.
“Who are you going to send? Isn’t this your chance to get rid of your political rivals? Are you going to send those disobedient shamans?”
A strange silence irritated Murong Jiang.
“Surely you aren’t thinking of sending the Yongbong branch?”
It is customary for the most symbolic figure to attend such an event.
The problem is that Moyong Seol is included within the Yongbong Branch.
And the place where he is attending is right in the middle of a group of black bandits.
Zhuge Xiaoming cleared his throat and answered.
“no…….”
“then?”
“Including Jin So-un…….”
“Huh? You’re sending our Soun away?!”
Zhuge Xiaoming frowned at Murong Jiang’s words.
What right does that bastard have to call himself ‘our So-un’?
Seriously, has this guy lost his mind?
