Chapter 84
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: Ear-Slap Divine Art
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As Dogwang formally introduced himself, the Six Gate Immortal nodded as if he had already known and picked up the conversation.
“Heh heh… I had a feeling you weren’t just any ordinary expert. So it was Son Mugi, the Swordless Scholar of the Wudang Seven Luminaries. I can’t believe you’re sitting here before my eyes—what great fortune has befallen this old man today? Since it’s come to this, I suppose I should reveal my humble name as well. I am Six Gate.”
The moment the Six Gate Immortal spoke, Yi Taejeong shot to his feet and bowed deeply, and Dogwang rose from his seat as well, clasping his hands in salute.
“So it truly was Senior Kunlun Sword Immortal No. We had only vaguely suspected as much.”
“Heh heh. What’s with all this formality? I’m just an old recluse who left the world because I couldn’t stand the etiquette. Come now, sit back down.”
The two men returned to their seats and began chatting amiably about this and that.
The Wudang Sect and Kunlun Sect had shared deep ties since ancient times, even aligning their generational hierarchies, so the Kunlun Sword Immortal Six Gate Immortal was effectively Son Mugi’s martial uncle.
This was because Son Mugi’s master, the Seven Branch Divine Sword Jin Mujin, and the Kunlun Sword Immortal Six Gate Immortal had been of the same generation and shared a profound friendship in their youth.
As the three Daoists conversed in perfect harmony, Jeon Sogi finally began speaking to Seonwoyong.
He had spent some time bantering idly with Bangchung, but he had a different purpose in mind.
“Young hero, where are you from? Something about you feels oddly familiar.”
But Seonwoyong’s response was utterly cold, devoid even of basic courtesy.
“How could it be familiar? Mind your own business, have your drink, and be on your way.”
With that, he turned his head toward Jin Seolhwa sitting beside him.
Bangchung was startled by Seonwoyong’s reaction but couldn’t intervene.
He already knew Seonwoyong had single-handedly defeated the Primordial Chaos Great Barrier God, so he couldn’t meddle in his affairs.
Bangchung’s expression hardened, but Jeon Sogi showed not a hint of anger and pressed on with his questions.
“Heh heh… What spirit. I’m genuinely curious about something, so answer this one thing, and I’ll leave at once.”
Seonwoyong shot back curtly.
“What is it?”
“It’s that bronze staff you’re carrying. Where on earth did you get it?”
Jeon Sogi was of course pointing at Seonwoyong’s Victory Lion Staff.
It was the divine weapon that Wu Cheonso, his old lord, had claimed as his personal treasure, so Jeon Sogi couldn’t possibly fail to recognize it—or let it pass without comment.
But Seonwoyong’s reply was curt and insincere.
“What about it? Picked it up off the road. Satisfied now?”
“Haha… Truly remarkable. Old Guya-ja would leap from his grave and beat the earth in grief.”
“How many so-called divine weapons in this world turned out to be debts owed by some Guya-ja?”
“Heh heh. Then how about selling it back to me? I’ll pay ten times what you bought it for.”
“Kekke… It’s not worth all that, but it fits my hand perfectly, so no selling. Now go drink somewhere else.”
At Seonwoyong’s response, Jeon Sogi’s patience finally hit rock bottom.
Especially since this was the divine treasure of Wu Cheonso, whom he had served as friend and liege his entire life—he couldn’t just let it go.
Jeon Sogi’s demeanor shifted, a chill radiating from his entire body.
“Young friend, that answer’s nonsense, and your attitude stinks. I can’t just leave like this.”
“So what? You wanna fight over it?”
“I can’t hold back any longer. Come outside with me. I hate causing trouble in a crowded place full of people and valuables.”
Jeon Sogi was about to rise in a fury when trouble erupted from an unexpected quarter first.
Moyong Cheong’s sharp voice rang out through the inn.
“You filthy scum. This lady will cut off every one of your filthy parts.”
Moyong Cheong had already stood, her hand on the hilt of the longsword at her waist.
Some drunken officers had finally laid hands on her body, and Moyong Cheong was not one to tolerate such things.
“You little bitch, we treated you nice ’cause you’re pretty, and now you act all high and mighty? This general’s gonna teach you a lesson today.”
The highest-ranking among the officers was already on his feet, slapping the greatsword at his waist and bellowing.
“Haha… Finally, some noisy fun in this inn. Martial Uncle Six Gate, I still say this world’s greatest pleasure is stuff like this. Hahaha.”
Dogwang turned to watch, chattering excitedly, while the Six Gate Immortal merely smiled wryly.
But unexpectedly, the first to act was Seonwoyong.
He moved like the wind and backhanded the ear of the officer who had just bellowed.
“Gahk.”
The blow was so powerful the man flew a zhang into the air before crashing down with a thud.
“These types don’t fight here. Go sit over there and watch.”
Flushed from the hastily gulped liquor, with a hint of tears in her eyes, Moyong Cheong—a rare beauty in the world—stared at Seonwoyong in a daze.
“Hmph. Give a guy a disease, and he cures it too…”
Moyong Cheong muttered that and turned to return to her seat.
But with their leader suddenly slapped down, the other officers weren’t about to stand idly by.
“Where do you think you’re going, you little wench? Stay put and pay the price.”
One of them blocked Moyong Cheong’s path.
But he too soon soared into the air.
Seonwoyong had appeared in an instant and backhanded his ear again.
“Grab that bastard. Cut off his limbs if you have to.”
The first officer, who had been slapped and thrown, was already back up, sword drawn, and shouting orders.
At his command, the remaining officers drew their blades in unison and surrounded Seonwoyong.
The officer then issued a threat toward Seonwoyong’s group.
“Don’t move a muscle. If any of you side with him, you’ll be branded rebels and dragged back to headquarters just the same.”
But the threat only drew laughter from the group.
“Oh dear, we’ll comply, milord.”
Bangchung stood first, bowing exaggeratedly in response, and everyone began chuckling. Dogwang, still seated, bellowed a line for good measure.
“General, please capture that rebel and drag him off by all means. How dare he lay hands on officers of the Great Ming? Hahaha…”
Seonwoyong shot Dogwang a glare and said,
“I heard sincerity in those words. We’ll see about that.”
“Kekke… Of course not. Seeing folks who drag trouble everywhere boils my blood. Makes my guts twist. Kekke.”
As the two traded barbs, the officers advanced with murderous intent.
The two who had been slapped and thrown were especially set on killing him, their blades already gleaming with killing aura.
Yet even amid this, the officer led with words.
“You bastard. Will you come quietly with hands bound, or spill blood here?”
As martial folk, he intended to avoid striking first; as an official, he also sought to reclaim his lost face through intimidation.
But Seonwoyong’s reaction didn’t match at all.
“I’ll give you lot one chance. Slap your own cheeks ten times each right now and leave, and I’ll forgive you.”
Seonwoyong’s tone and aura were utterly different from before—like that of a supreme lord.
Ever since slaying the Primordial Chaos Great Barrier God Kulrui, his bearing had changed, as had his words and actions.
He was gradually shedding the old habits of weighing every detail, hiding his strength, respecting and accommodating foes.
Ignoring Moyong Cheong earlier stemmed from the same impulse, as did stepping in now to discipline these officers.
Even the world’s top beauty meant nothing before him, and anything obstructing his path would no longer be spared.
But the officers, hearing Seonwoyong’s arrogant words, boiled with rage from head to toe, seeing red.
“Fine. Since you’re prepared to die, I’ll kill you here. Don’t curse this official as heartless when you reach the afterlife.”
Evidently from some renowned martial house, the officer—sword already drawn—launched a sharp preemptive strike.
But his opponent was Seonwoyong.
The former supreme under heaven, now a monster beyond measure.
Seonwoyong didn’t muster any inner power or ultimate technique; he simply shifted his body, evaded the blade, and slapped the officer’s ear.
Not once, but ten times.
Adjusting his strength and angle precisely, he unleashed a barrage, and the officer couldn’t even collapse—he took all ten full-force.
After nine in an instant, the final one held no mercy.
Struck by that last blow, the officer flew back, crashing onto their dining table, covered in food and soup, and lost consciousness.
The remaining five officers hesitated at the sight, but Seonwoyong didn’t.
He plunged into their midst and began slapping ears indiscriminately.
But his strikes were calculated; each tenth sent its victim flying unconscious.
It took no longer than a sip of tea.
Now all six officers lay scattered unconscious around the inn.
Seonwoyong dusted off his hands and returned to his seat.
Moments later, the innkeeper glanced nervously at Seonwoyong, then led several attendants to haul the men off to rooms while cleaning the mess.
Seonwoyong watched for a bit, then called out to the innkeeper.
“Hey, innkeeper.”
The man startled and hurried over.
“Any orders, sir?”
Wordlessly, Seonwoyong pulled a few silver taels from his pouch and held them out.
“This covers our food, drinks, and the broken furnishings. Divide the rest among your staff.”
“Oh my, thank you, great hero.”
The innkeeper bowed deeply at the waist and withdrew, leaving the inn hall quiet.
Ever since Seonwoyong had slapped that officer’s ears, no one had dared raise their voice boisterously.
Then a booming voice resounded through the inn.
“Neat ear-slapping technique. I’ve seen that skill a few times before.”