Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Overthrow Demonic Cult
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A massive surge of energy rampaged inside his body as if it were about to explode.
And the uncontrolled clashing energies tore through his blocked meridians, swirling wildly through his entire body as they went berserk.
The ferocious energy branched out wildly, shattering the turbid blockages in his Conception and Governor Vessels.
The human body has pathways through which qi flows.
The Conception and Governor Vessels, collectively known as the Conception and Governor Vessels, are akin to its highways.
The opening of the Conception and Governor Vessels meant that the internal energy from his dantian could now circulate freely throughout his body.
In other words, the true qi accumulated in his dantian would no longer dry up, and he could effortlessly execute advanced techniques.
At the same time, his All-Body Meridians also opened.
As the meridians cleared, the boiling innate qi began to be absorbed flawlessly into every tiny capillary.
The physical foundation of the Pure Azure Spirit Body was now complete.
Cheongun's senses sharpened to their utmost limit.
Changes rippled through his body moment by moment.
Natural Qi absorbed through his meridians steadily filled his dantian, layer by layer.
If refined and processed natural qi is called internal energy, then the unprocessed pure qi is Natural Qi.
The Void Spirit Body is a physique that absorbs the qi of nature.
Now that his Void Spirit Body was activated, Cheongun no longer needed to refine or process natural qi separately.
With the ability to wield the natural qi permeating heaven and earth at will, there was no reason to accumulate internal energy.
"Wow."
Cheongun let out a pure exclamation of awe.
His body felt so light it seemed like it might float away.
His previously empty dantian overflowed with incoming Natural Qi like a flood.
The excess qi, too full to contain, vented out through his All-Body Meridians in the form of steam.
Words floated before his eyes.
A sinister smile crept across Cheongun's lips.
No martial artist in the world could leap realms like this.
But in the game, it was possible.
And this place just happened to be the game world.
So Cheongun quickly adapted to his transformation.
Cheongun chuckled slyly as he swung the fishing line in his hand left and right.
Kwagagak—!
The internal energy-infused fishing line solidified into sword qi, slashing across the ground.
Namgung Yeol gaped in a daze, her mouth opening and closing silently, while Sa Uncheon held his breath, witnessing a realm he'd only heard of in legends.
A rude little beggar brat.
That had been Sa Uncheon's first impression of Cheongun.
He knew some internal energy, but at best it was street-thug level.
His presence, his energy—everything felt utterly insignificant.
But now, that notion was being uprooted entirely, pointing toward an entirely new possibility.
'Damn! He's a master!'
Not only was he wielding that ridiculously thin fishing line rigid like a sword, but he was even infusing it with such vivid sword qi and unleashing it.
A master—no, not just any master, but at least at the transcendent realm.
Damn! How the hell was this possible!
A fresh-faced kid barely out of boyhood, at transcendent level!
"Uh, might I ask which sect's esteemed master you are?"
"Why are you making me out to be some old fart? Wanna die?"
"......"
Cheongun sneered and stepped forward.
Sa Uncheon backed away, his face drained of color.
The absolute master's approaching killing intent crushed his heart.
Sa Uncheon finally stomped his foot and shouted.
"Get him!"
At his cry, five masked figures who had arrived unnoticed burst out from behind the trees.
Judging by their sword grips and the way they encircled him mimicking a formation, they seemed like elite underlings of sorts.
Cheongun casually swung his fishing rod back and forth.
The flying fishing line whipped through the air with acrobatic flair, then pierced through the foreheads of the masked men one by one, as if stringing beads.
"Karak!"
The masked men whose foreheads were suddenly pierced let out varied death rattles as they lost balance and collapsed.
Not a sword, but a fishing line.
A single fishing line had sent five martial artists straight to the afterlife in one exchange.
"Crazy!"
Sa Uncheon recoiled in horror at Cheongun's overwhelming prowess and executed a foot technique.
In an instant, Cheongun's form leaped across a zhang—about three meters—landing right in front of him.
Sa Uncheon freaked out at the movement that seemed to skip space itself, hastily turning only to trip over his own legs and fall.
"!!!"
I'm dead.
I'm really gonna die!
"Pl-Please spare me!"
"Why not just die pretty?"
The brutality of skewering five men like kebabs with a fishing line.
The appearance so young it bordered on childish.
And that eccentric personality and speech.
This man had to be a legendary transcendent evil faction master!
"Why are you doing this to fellow evil faction kin?!"
"Shut up! Who's calling who evil faction?!"
"Khek!"
Cheongun grabbed Sa Uncheon and pummeled him.
He held back just enough not to kill him with full force, pounding his body methodically.
Thud thud thud thud!
No techniques or fancy moves—just beat him.
Beat him, beat him, beat him some more.
There were still things he needed to ask this guy.
"Hey, mister."
"Y-Yes?"
"You're from the Demonic Cult, right?"
How did he know?
Sa Uncheon swallowed hard, gulping down saliva.
"Answer me."
"Y-Yes, that's right!"
"So why's a Demonic Cultist hanging around here?"
"Though I was once part of the Demonic Cult, that's in the past. Now I'm with the Darkwood Sect..."
"So. You're saying you're not Demonic Cult anymore?"
"Y-Yes."
Cheongun nodded.
Even with a past whitewash, a demonic cultist was still a demonic cultist.
The system's accuracy was beyond doubt.
"So you're one of those lowlife demonic cultists among the many?"
"Yes."
"Got nothing, so you know nothing, huh?"
"Th-That's also correct."
"Hmm. I see."
Cheongun sighed and stood up.
"Tch. Total bust."
"Pl-Please, just spare my life..."
Before the words finished, Cheongun swung the fishing line casually.
The line sliced stealthily through the air, piercing Sa Uncheon's forehead.
The sword qi carried by the line burrowed in, shredding his nerves.
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Sa Uncheon shuddered violently.
The spark in his eyes faded, and he toppled face-first to the ground.
"......"
Namgung Yeol, who had watched silently, grew pale.
There were no elaborate techniques.
He just swung the fishing rod around, and martial artists dropped like autumn leaves, unconscious.
She had never imagined encountering an absolute master of this caliber in such a manner.
'This is... a fateful encounter!'
Big fish swim in big ponds.
But sometimes, there are hidden experts who step outside worldly logic, the boundaries of righteous and evil.
The man before her was surely one such recluse.
His youthful appearance must be the mark of the legendary Return to Youth realm.
"Are you alright?"
Cheongun bent down and asked.
"I'm Namgung Yeol. Thank you for saving my life."
"No big deal."
"May I know the great hero's name?"
"Cheongun."
"Hero Cheong."
Namgung Yeol cupped her hands in salute.
Cheongun returned a casual salute, then got to the point.
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"I'm kinda in a rush. I blew off fishing today to save you, and now the Darkwood Sect's onto me, so I gotta relocate too."
Tilt.
Namgung Yeol couldn't comprehend.
A master like Hero Cheong could wipe out the entire Darkwood Sect even if they all came at him.
"That'd make me a huge bother for you, right?"
"Yes."
"How'd we end up in this mess?"
"Be-Because you saved me from danger..."
"Yeah, exactly that."
Only then did she grasp the intent behind his words.
Martial artists never forget favors or grudges.
Even trivial ones must be repaid—that's the way of the martial world. And he was her lifesaver.
Wiping her mouth after receiving help would be the shame of a martial artist.
She had to pay the promised reward, as a matter of course.
No, she ought to add extra gratitude on top—that was the righteous path.
But.
"Hero Cheong."
"Speak."
Namgung Yeol glanced at him cautiously.
"I-I don't have any money on me right now."
Crunch.
A thick vein bulged at Cheongun's temple.
Namgung Yeol hurriedly added in a flustered voice.
"Th-There's a Justice Alliance branch about a day's travel from here! If you escort me there, I'll definitely pay the promised amount."
"Hmm..."
Cheongun nodded vigorously.
For a single Gold Ingot Note, what was one day? This after-service was trivial.
"Alright. I'll escort you."
"Thank you so much, Hero Cheong."
"Let's head out then."
Namgung Yeol stole a sidelong glance at Cheongun's face.
The moment he confirmed the reward, color returned to his face, and his expression brightened.
Cheongun flashed his signature sleazy grin as he started walking.
Namgung Yeol stared blankly at his back with bewildered eyes.
"..."
What was that?
Wasn't he a recluse?
He seemed far too attached to material wealth for someone detached from the mortal world...