Chapter 157
Chapter 157
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 46
>Chapter Title: Forced (2)
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“This Seat will deal with this bastard, so flee to the old poison user. Mortal.”
Hearing Cheong-ryeong’s words, Mok Kyung-un realized she intended to face off against Clan Head’s eldest disciple, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang, to buy time.
At that, Mok Kyung-un’s eyes sharpened.
Her judgment was undoubtedly correct.
The gap in martial prowess between himself and Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang, who had surpassed the wall to reach the Wall Realm, was stark.
For now, escaping was the answer.
Yet two problems arose here.
First.
‘Left ankle.’
She seemed unaware since manifesting, but in that instant, Na Yul-ryang had crushed his left ankle bone underfoot.
This was no accident.
It was a measure to strip his mobility and prevent flight.
That bastard, cut from the same cloth as himself, wouldn’t lightly release him just because Cheong-ryeong—no, his youngest martial sister—had appeared.
And second.
‘Island Poison King...’
If Island Poison King Baek Sa-ha, who had likewise reached the Wall Realm, protected him from that man, it might work.
However, Mok Kyung-un’s thoughts didn’t stop there.
Mok Kyung-un’s gaze turned to Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang, clashing with Cheong-ryeong.
If the bastard was his kind, this wouldn’t end here.
‘...He’ll try to kill me somehow.’
Even under Island Poison King Baek Sa-ha’s protection, Na Yul-ryang would seek any means to eliminate Mok Kyung-un.
He had already resolved to do so.
This was instinct—certainty.
‘Troublesome.’
Just as he was finally gaining a grip, this was a truly irritating variable.
Fail to overcome it, and he’d die before vengeance.
His thoughts reached that point, and Mok Kyung-un began seeking a new solution.
‘I need more power.’
Power not from another, but to protect himself from Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang.
Yet that couldn’t happen in short order.
Even in the present martial world, only the rarest few with innate martial genius broke through the wall to the Wall Realm via enlightenment.
Reaching such a realm wasn’t a domain attainable by talent alone.
However,
‘Could it work?’
A scene surfaced in Mok Kyung-un’s mind.
It was Island Poison King Baek Sa-ha attaining enlightenment and surpassing the wall.
Invisible to others, but with his Ghost Eye open, Mok Kyung-un remembered what had transpired within Baek Sa-ha’s body to pierce the wall.
Energy pierced three points, forming the Three Yangs of essence, qi, and spirit.
He didn’t know why it happened that way.
But recalling it, he was confident he could replicate it almost identically.
‘Is it possible?’
Forcing the Three Yangs without enlightenment.
No telling if it would succeed.
It might even lead to qi deviation, endangering his life.
‘...’
Then Mok Kyung-un’s eyes caught Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang fiercely crossing swords with Cheong-ryeong.
Evenly matched so far.
But daytime disadvantaged the resentful spirit Cheong-ryeong.
Soon, he might shake off her sword.
His sword talent was that formidable.
“Haa... haa...”
Mok Kyung-un tested his left ankle.
Pain still throbbed fiercely.
Likely couldn’t even put weight on the left foot.
‘Short-term recovery is impossible.’
No matter his superior healing, a shattered bone wouldn’t mend in moments.
Na Yul-ryang was gradually adapting to Cheong-ryeong’s sword.
Thus, Mok Kyung-un made his decision.
‘It’ll be a gamble.’
The moment he moved, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang would surely pivot from Cheong-ryeong toward him.
In that case, despite the high risk, he had no choice but to gamble.
Fortunately, his energy comprised death qi, undetectable by others.
Even Na Yul-ryang of the Wall Realm hadn’t discerned it properly, so channeling energy into the Three Yangs here would likely go unnoticed.
“Whew.”
Lying down, Mok Kyung-un observed the energy within his body.
Recalling Island Poison King Baek Sa-ha who broke the wall, he slowly began circulating qi.
‘...Reverse it.’
He nearly erred.
The energy Mok Kyung-un wielded wasn’t vital life force, but the energy of the dead.
He had to approach it oppositely.
-Koooong!
Thus, Mok Kyung-un probed his memories and forcibly began piercing the wall via reverse meridian circulation.
Death qi coursed through the reverse meridians, condensing before spreading throughout his body.
He perfectly recreated the phenomenon within Baek Sa-ha’s body.
‘First, the lower dantian.’
-Koooong!
The condensed death qi passed through the lower dantian’s essence.
Next, it gathered at his chest and spread body-wide—that was the middle dantian’s qi, death qi forming yin via reverse meridians.
‘Second success.’
If the supreme experts who surpassed the wall witnessed what Mok Kyung-un was doing, they’d be dumbstruck.
It differed from standard Three Flowers Gather at the Peak.
Typically called Three Yangs Gather at the Peak: yang within yin, yang within yang, yang within yin-yang—these Three Yangs converge inward to the crown and return, termed stem and origin unite.
But Mok Kyung-un’s was reverse meridians, the opposite.
Truly Three Yins Gather at the Peak.
Yin within yang, yin within yin, yin within yin-yang.
The Three Yins converged inward, crown reversing to unite stem and origin.
“Hngh.”
Sweat beaded on Mok Kyung-un’s forehead, faint steam escaping his lips.
Finally, energy had to pierce the crown, but forcing it without enlightenment proved difficult.
It was then.
-Pat!
Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang shot toward Mok Kyung-un like lightning.
To block him achieving something.
Mok Kyung-un, fully focused on piercing the spirit, couldn’t notice.
However,
-Srulk!
Cheong-ryeong blocked Na Yul-ryang’s path.
‘As if I’d let you interfere.’
No knowing if forcing Three Flowers of essence, qi, and spirit without enlightenment was possible, but interruption here meant certain death for Mok Kyung-un.
‘This mortal bastard...’
Not bold—his guts were outside his belly.
She held this guy to let him flee, yet at this perilous moment, he dared such recklessness.
Anyway, must protect the mortal...
“Don’t interfere!”
-Chwachwachwachwa!
In that instant, Na Yul-ryang’s sword aura traced a brilliant meteor shower-like trajectory.
Cheong-ryeong’s eyes chilled momentarily.
This was Heavenly Sword Meteor Shower, one of Heaven Style’s three secret techniques.
A sword form born from watching falling stars in the night sky.
Deep grudge aside, she had to acknowledge these three secret techniques he created as peerless.
Flawless霸道 sword momentum worthy of secret status, yet,
‘No flawlessness.’
Over a century, Cheong-ryeong had reviewed his swordsmanship endlessly.
Thus, she found this technique’s sole weakness.
Amid the densely packed meteor-like sword paths, one visible trajectory.
Thrust a single sword there, and,
-Shuk!
-Chwachwachwak!
‘!?’
Suddenly, Na Yul-ryang’s sword paths shifted en masse, trapping Cheong-ryeong’s probing sword.
‘Variation?’
An utterly unforeseen sword path.
Her spirit energy bear club soon trapped in the sword aura’s trajectory, oxidizing away.
But it didn’t end there.
-Chwakchak!
‘Damn!’
Cheong-ryeong swiftly dodged the incoming sword paths with lightness skill.
Her eyes sharpened as she evaded.
She’d endlessly reviewed countermeasures for Heavenly Sword Meteor Shower, yet it was patched—evolved into something even more terrifying.
‘...Underestimated him.’
Once, he vied with her for world’s best swordsman.
Time passed; natural he’d refine techniques and shore weaknesses, yet she’d fixated too much on the past.
‘My oversight.’
Cheong-ryeong inwardly reflected.
Then, Na Yul-ryang, pressing her with dense sword paths, fiercely thrust sword aura at her brow.
In that instant,
-Chwaaaang!
A sharp blue sword aura cleaved the air.
It was Projected Sword Aura, firing condensed sword aura directly.
‘Such!’
The final stroke, Projected Sword Aura from an unavoidable angle.
Cheong-ryeong hastily crossed her hands, forming a red blood-like barrier with spirit energy.
-Paaang!
But the Projected Sword Aura capping the technique’s finale was so potent, it shattered the blood membrane, launching her body skyward.
Na Yul-ryang seized that moment, pivoting direction.
And then,
“Hap!”
He unleashed successive Projected Sword Auras toward Mok Kyung-un’s position.
‘Not on my watch!’
Skyward Cheong-ryeong ignored all, flinging one hand.
Blood thorns erupted from the ground, aiming to pierce Na Yul-ryang’s right shoulder as he extended his sword.
“Hut!”
Na Yul-ryang hastily twisted his form.
Thus, the Projected Sword Aura’s path veered slightly from intent.
The blue sword aura streaked straight, piercing not Mok Kyung-un’s throat but right beside it.
-Kwakwakwang!
Sword aura bored into the earth, kicking up debris and dust.
Plenty potent.
The aftermath alone might disrupt Mok Kyung-un’s great accomplishment attempt, inflicting fatal injury or death.
‘Not enough.’
Vision obscured, even Penetrating Eye couldn’t confirm properly, so Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang shot toward Mok Kyung-un.
-Pang!
Cheong-ryeong, airborne after deflecting Na Yul-ryang’s Projected Sword Aura.
She too shot toward Mok Kyung-un.
He likely hadn’t completed the great accomplishment yet; the prior Projected Sword Aura might have ruined everything.
-Paaaaang!
‘Must block.’
She’d already unleashed her full resentful spirit power.
No more hesitation, then—
It was right then.
-Himchit!
-Paaaaaaaaa!
From the hazy dust, an unknown energy suddenly surged outward.
Cheong-ryeong’s eyes widened.
This rising energy from the dust differed markedly from death qi, the energy of death.
‘What energy is this vicious...’
-Himchit!
Na Yul-ryang mid-flight halted abruptly.
Right then.
Amid the obscuring dust, with circular waves,
-Chwaaaaaaaak!
Black sword aura shot toward Na Yul-ryang’s face with immense momentum.
Na Yul-ryang hastily blocked the incoming black sword aura targeting his head with his blue sword aura.
-Pachichichik!
Sword auras clashed, sparking blue-black flames.
A deadlock near equal, neither yielding.
‘What the...’
Na Yul-ryang’s eyes sharpened.
This black sword aura emanated a ferocity and savagery he’d never sensed.
So vicious it disrupted his sword aura’s cohesion.
‘Can’t clash head-on.’
Forcing energy collision wasted true qi.
Judging impossible, Na Yul-ryang stepped back one foot, channeling into Yongcheon acupoint, then deflected the incoming sword aura sideways with Plum Blossom Redirecting Palm.
-Paaaaang!
-Kwakwakwakwa!
The black sword aura slashed earth, shattering a near five-zhang wall.
From this sword aura’s aftermath, Na Yul-ryang instinctively knew.
‘Ha...’
How could this be?
-Grip!
Strength entered Na Yul-ryang’s grip.
Unbelievable.
The bastard had shattered the wall, entering his realm.
-Sususu!
Mok Kyung-un emerged from the dust thorns.
At his appearance, Na Yul-ryang’s expression hardened further.
‘!!!!!’
His Penetrating Eye clearly saw it.
Mok Kyung-un engulfed in tangible black energy surging body-wide.
Enveloped in that utterly vicious black energy, he resembled a demon risen from hell.