Book 7 Chapter 18

Re-runaway (再暴走)

"Kuaaak! Kuaaak!"

The alcohol almost got stuck in his throat.

A sound that shattered the mood just as the drinking was reaching its peak.

Cheonsal frowned.

It seemed they had to end their drinking and merrymaking here.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it!"

Cheonsal let out his characteristic curse.

"Kuak! Eak!"

The screams of his subordinates pierced his ears. The decreasing interval between the screams indicated they were helpless.

"What is going on? This is unlike you!"

Jisall cast a look mixed with a little criticism.

"Who knew it would turn out like this? I just wasted a valuable Myoringsindan!"

Not only was it wasted, but the damage was immense. He had completely lost it. Control had already slipped from his hands.

"A beastly ghost that can't distinguish friend from foe!"

Jisall grumbled.

"This is going to be a headache…"

"Where did it hide?"

"It must be acting on instinct! To survive! And to kill properly! To hunt prey, to hunt food!"

"Tak!"

The cup in Cheonsal's right hand clattered onto the table. He never dreamed this would be the last cup he held.

The two whose gazes met quickly moved to the same place. Their subordinates followed diligently behind. All that remained where they left was a half-eaten drinking table.

The weather was very bright. The wind and temperature were just right. The temperature in the shade was also at a static level.

It hadn't been long since lunch, so the feeling of fullness was satisfying. It was the perfect time for a nap. Leaning against the shade of a tree, Biryuyeon closed his eyes and muttered. This shade was a prime spot he had discovered after a long period of searching not too long ago.

Since that day, it had provided Biryuyeon with a resting place he always frequented. It was the benefit of a tree worthy of respect. As always, Biryuyeon came here to enjoy a sweet nap, ignoring his colleagues who were engrossed in grueling training.

"Good. Nice weather!"

A smile spread across his face.

"It's nice weather for a nap!"

Even though the net that surrounded them hadn't been removed yet, he remained unperturbed, relaxed, and leisurely.

Feeling the gentle breeze on his cheeks, the cool chill creeping up his back under the shade of the tree felt good. The Cheongeomjo and Jujakdan were still diligently undergoing rigorous training under Yeomdo's harsh guidance.

'You have to work hard! Keep up the good work!'

It cost nothing and no effort to send encouragement in his heart, so he could do this much.

Yeomdo had a crucial mission this time. He was responsible for protecting the officials from Cheonsal, Jisal, and their subordinates, as well as ensuring they all returned alive and well.

How long had it been since he closed his eyes?

"Chang! Chang! Chaeng chaeng!"

"Shuuk shuuk! Shiek! Shweeeek!"

The sound of swords cutting through the air tickled his ears. The air screamed with the dazzling movements of over a dozen swords. At first, it was a faint sound, but now it had become so loud that it vibrated the eardrums and shook the mountain. The sword wind tore through the air.

A smile flickered across Biryuyeon's lips. It was then.

"Pudududuk!"

Hundreds of birds suddenly took flight from all over the peak. Birds of various colors took off simultaneously as if fleeing.

Biryuyeon's brow furrowed slightly.

A killing intent that felt like it was piercing his skin!

"Guests will be here soon!"

It was a person with a killing intent so potent it could engulf the entire peak. A person completely consumed by abnormal killing intent. The source of the killing intent was rapidly approaching the training camp.

"Do you want to eat blood or something?"

The killing intent that stimulated his skin was so intense that it was not strange to think such a thing.

"My nap is over today! What a rare prime spot…"

It wasn't easy to find such a good spot. With a sigh of regret, Biryuyeon stood up.

Shaking off the temptation of a sweet nap with great patience, Biryuyeon stood up and moved his hands to retrieve the Noryeongsa barrier he had set up around him.

Flying Thunder Blade (飛雷刀) Five Styles (奧義) Secret Meaning (秘意)

Chapter of Barrier (結界)

Azure Heaven Thunder Net (蒼天雷網)

Recovery (回收)

The transparent silver threads that had spread in all directions unraveled one by one like loosening knots with Biryuyeon's finger movements, and were reeled back in. The light sparkling in the sunlight was mysteriously beautiful. It looked as if it were dancing with the light.

After finishing the recovery of the warning barrier, Biryuyeon walked towards the training camp where an uninvited visitor would soon arrive. Today seemed like it would be a bit busy.

"It's coming!"

Pudududuk!

Various colored birds nesting in the mountain flew up, filling the sky. Biryuyeon was not the only one who felt the killing intent. The visitor's killing intent was too blatant. To not sense the blatant killing intent that vibrated the entire mountain and chased away all the mountain birds would be considered a failure for a master and a missed promotion.

The time had finally come.

Everyone here agreed that the rigorous training under Yeomdo, with the exception of Mujin-ja who had become an observer for some reason, was all for this day.

Mujin-ja was currently in a week-long sleep due to acupoint stimulation. This was to avoid interfering with the special 강화 training. Mujin-ja's treatment had been a hot potato since the start of the special training. Biryuyeon and Yeomdo had also been troubled by this issue.

"What should we do?"

Yeomdo had asked before starting the special training.

"It's annoying! They will surely interfere, won't they?"

"Of course. I can already imagine them throwing a fit because we changed the training schedule. They're not someone who will listen to any reason. They're stubborn, aren't they?"

"Let's put them to sleep! They must be tired from teaching the students lately."

"Indeed, that method is the best."

Nodding, Yeomdo immediately stimulated Mujin-ja's acupoints while they were enjoying their post-meal tea fragrance that day. These acupoints would allow them to sleep soundly for the next week. Yeomdo believed that the sleeping pills received from Dangsam would also add considerable effectiveness.

Under such circumstances, the special training began. And now, it was time to test the results of that special training.

The killing intent finally approached them. Tension flickered across everyone's faces.

"Chang!"

It was Moyong-hwi who clashed head-on with Gallyeobong's dual swords, his wounds not yet fully healed. Cheongheon rebuked him for being hasty, but it was too late.

"Kuang!"

A massive explosion sound echoed, seemingly strong enough to move the mountain. It was the prelude to the start of a bloody battle.