Silver Dragon Saga, Episode 25
“I’ve never killed anyone from the Kunlun Sect.”
Elder Na Mungil, who had been trying to figure out when Jehwa had appeared, shouted belligerently.
“Are you saying you’re not the one who has been murdering the main sect’s disciples and elders lately!”
At that, Jehwa frowned and said,
“I said the ones I killed were Blood Cult bastards. I’ve never killed anyone from the Kunlun Sect.”
“What?”
In that instant, Elder Na Mungil, who had been roaring at the top of his lungs, was thrown into confusion.
The people of the Kunlun Sect had assumed Jehwa was from the Blood Cult, but on the contrary, Jehwa claimed he had killed members of the Blood Cult.
That meant Jehwa was not from the Blood Cult, and furthermore, those who died by his hand were actually Blood Cult spies who had infiltrated the Kunlun Sect.
“Nonsense!”
Elder Na Mungil let out a sharp yell, but Jehwa was absolutely not someone who would flinch at such a shout.
“I don’t care whether it makes sense or not. For now, I’m going to beat down all the rest of them. Interfere, and I’ll hit you. Don’t interfere.”
With his unique childish tantrum tactics, Jehwa spectacularly overwhelmed Elder Na Mungil.
And at those words, Elder Na Mungil unconsciously grabbed the back of his neck.
“Keok! Keok!”
He was even showing symptoms of high blood pressure; it was truly worrying that he might fall into qi deviation at this rate.
To think that mere words could reduce a master of the Murim to such a state! Should I call that impressive or what?
Whether Elder Na Mungil was on the verge of qi deviation or not, Jehwa swept his gaze over those surrounding him and muttered softly.
“Ten.”
And along with those words, ten people involuntarily shuddered.
‘What is he? How does he know exactly how many people from the main cult are here!’
Hyeol Mayeong glared at Jehwa with widened eyes.
“Let’s start with the weakest one first.”
With those words, Jehwa’s figure vanished.
Smack!
And with the cheerful sound of an impact, everyone’s gazes turned toward the source.
There stood a warrior who had been struck by Jehwa’s fist and was collapsing on the spot.
“Y-you brat!”
“Huh? He didn’t go down in one hit?”
While the surrounding warriors were in shock, Jehwa displayed a slightly puzzled expression and attacked the warrior again. No, he tried to attack.
“You brat!”
Just then, Elder Na Mungil interfered.
Seeing some old man rushing at him while roaring aggressively, Jehwa made an annoyed expression and swung his fist.
“Didn’t I say not to interfere?”
Bang!
“……!”
Elder Na Mungil’s eyes flew wide open in shock.
‘How in the world!’
An elder of the Kunlun Sect is considered a top-tier master even among the orthodox sects.
Yet Jehwa had blocked Na Mungil’s attack without batting an eye and with absurd ease.
It was preposterous that a boy who had barely come of age possessed such power.
‘A master of Reverting to Youth?!’
While Elder Na Mungil stood frozen, Jehwa swung his fist at the Blood Cultist.
Boom!
This time, the opponent was utterly wrecked by that attack.
“Attack him! Kill him if you have to!”
Sect Leader Won Eundam roared upon seeing that.
“I said don’t interfere!”
And with an annoyed expression, Jehwa began knocking out those rushing at him.
Due to a single boy, the Kunlun Sect had literally become a scene of carnage.
Most of the Kunlun Sect’s experts were currently at the Martial Alliance. As soon as information spread that the Blood Cult was running rampant, numerous sects, including the Nine Sects and One Faction, had dispatched their experts to the Martial Alliance.
Even so, the Kunlun Sect wouldn’t normally be greatly shaken.
But now, the Kunlun Sect was shaking. Because of a single boy.
“H-how can such a monster exist!”
Won Eundam shouted as he watched Jehwa rampaging with a shocked expression.
Fortunately, Jehwa was holding back; otherwise, most of the Kunlun Sect’s warriors would already be dead.
Won Eundam looked at Jehwa with a face of utter disbelief.
Even if all the experts who had gone to the Martial Alliance returned, would they be able to face that boy? Won Eundam had no confidence.
“Keuk! Must we call upon the secluded seniors!”
While Won Eundam was in shock, another person was also in shock.
“Wh-what kind of monster can even exist?”
That other person was none other than Hyeol Mayeong.
He too was a monster, but that boy was an even greater monster.
The martial prowess displayed by that boy felt like that of the absolute masters, of which there were only a handful under heaven.
Thinking that such a monster was their enemy sent chills down his spine.
Meanwhile, Jehwa was also getting tired in his own way.
“Ah, this is annoying! Why are there so many of them!”
The battle grew more and more intense, and Jehwa’s irritation also mounted, reaching its limit and on the verge of exploding when...
“Stop!”
Everyone froze at the voice of an absolute being that suddenly rang out.
Jehwa also froze under the oppressive momentum, his eyes going wide.
This immense power was quite familiar.
“Huh? It’s Grandpa Un Wonnam?”
“Wh-what! T-Taiqing Great Sword Senior Un Wonnam?!”
At Jehwa’s words, Elder Na Mungil, who had been rushing at him aggressively, turned toward the direction of the voice with a shocked expression.
There, accompanied by several familiar-looking reclusive masters, an old man appeared with two women.
He was unleashing the oppressive aura of an absolute master without reservation; he was the highest elder of the Kunlun Sect and one of the Three Limitless Heavens—one of the three strongest in the martial world—the Taiqing Great Sword, Un Wonnam.
“Lower your swords from that boy. That boy is not an enemy.”
Chapter 7: The Girl Who Blooms Flames and the Boy Who Blooms Ice Flowers.
“Wh-what...”
The Kunlun Sect, which had been facing off against Jehwa, fell into confusion at the sudden appearance of former-generation masters and the masters from the generation before them.
“He is not an enemy... What do you mean by that?”
Won Eundam, the only person among the current Kunlun Sect members who had seen Un Wonnam once, cautiously asked him. Un Wonnam let out a deep sigh and answered.
“It is exactly as I said. That boy is not an enemy.”
However, someone took offense at Un Wonnam’s words: Elder Na Mungil.
“This brat killed the disciples and elders of the Kunlun Sect, yet he is not an enemy! What kind of sophistry is that!”
It had been fine to shout so spiritedly, but it was not the right choice.
“You fool, Mungil!”
“Urk! M-Master?”
Elder Na Mungil flinched at the sudden scolding and turned his head toward the voice.
There stood an old man who appeared to be quite hot-tempered, just like Elder Na Mungil, but much older than him, huffing and puffing.
“You insolent whelp! How dare you talk back to Senior Un Wonnam, the heaven of our Kunlun Sect! You impudent brat! I shall discipline you myself!”
Another old man restrained the aggressive old man who looked about to lunge at any moment.
“Now, now, calm yourself.”
Yuhap, the former sect leader of the Kunlun Sect, smiled bitterly as he restrained Jinyeol, the former elder and Na Mungil’s master.
Though he had calmed down, he was still fuming and glaring at Elder Na Mungil with an extremely fierce and menacing look.
Jinyeol, the former elder, was one of the most devoted followers of the Taiqing Great Sword Un Wonnam... or rather, one of those who followed him the most.
The former-generation masters had witnessed Un Wonnam, the legend of the Kunlun Sect, with their own two eyes. Therefore, they knew far more about Un Wonnam than most in the Kunlun Sect and the martial world.
Un Wonnam was an elder of utmost gentleness and benevolence.
The former-generation masters of the Kunlun Sect followed him so loyally that they would have leaped into a pit of fire carrying a house on their backs if Un Wonnam ordered it.
Intimidated by his master’s scolding, Elder Na Mungil silently stepped back.
“That old man has a terrible temper, huh?”
“What?”
As Jehwa muttered blankly, Jinyeol’s fierce gaze snapped toward him. He was a former-generation master of the orthodox sect.
Unlike the Demon Path or the unorthodox sects, the martial arts of the orthodox sects grew faster the further one advanced.
Moreover, the Kunlun Sect was the origin of the Taoist martial arts of the orthodox path.
If one were to ask where the strongest reclusive experts of the orthodox path were, it was none other than the Kunlun Sect.
The true power of the Kunlun Sect lay not in the current generation but in the masters of previous generations. Thus, they had been able to maintain their name even against the rampages of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult that had persisted since long ago.
And two hundred years ago, when the Blood Cult rampaged, even though they had designated the Kunlun Sect as the first sacrificial offering, that plan had been thwarted by the power of the Kunlun Sect’s former-generation masters.
But even the former-generation masters of the all-famous Kunlun Sect seemed unable to intimidate Jehwa of Cheonha Taepeong. Jehwa merely dismissed Jinyeol’s menacing gaze with utter nonchalance.
Jinyeol glared at Jehwa so intensely that his eyes might pop out.
As Jinyeol continued to stare, Jehwa tilted his head and then stuck his tongue out.
“Bleh~”
“Th-that brat!”
In the end, Jinyeol fell for Jehwa’s provocation, which had no reason or intention behind it, and sparks flew from his eyes as he tried to lunge at him.
“Please calm yourself.”
“He is but a child! A child lacking maturity!”
“Restrain yourself!”
Numerous nearby former-generation masters held Jinyeol back from charging at Jehwa.
After showing interest in the suddenly appeared former-generation masters for a moment, Jehwa’s gaze turned to Hyeol Mayeong.
As Jehwa narrowed his eyes and glared, Hyeol Mayeong’s body trembled.
Sswik—
In an instant, Jehwa vanished into the darkness.
Although confusion had erupted due to the appearance of the former-generation elders, the people of the Kunlun Sect could only keep their eyes wide open because they had been on high alert against Jehwa.
However, Un Wonnam, the masters from the generation before last, and several former-generation masters accurately pinpointed where Jehwa was headed.
Hyeol Mayeong looked at Jehwa, who had rushed before him in an instant, with a shocked expression. Never in his dreams had he imagined he would be attacked in this situation.
‘That boy...’
Un Wonnam’s eyes grew cold.
The boy Jehwa had rushed at—there was definitely something other than the Kunlun Sect’s martial arts about him.
He was not righteous-hearted like the orthodox sects, yet he was not rough like the unorthodox sects either.
Nor was he gloomy like the Demon Path.
He was in-between.
The only existence in the Central Plains martial world capable of exuding such an in-between aura was just one—the Blood Cult alone.......