Black Wolf Three Swords (1)
Find the Black Wolf Three Swords, the absolute masters of the Demon Sword Sect and the legacy of the Demon Sword Ghost Elder!
The Demon Sword Sect currently lacks talented peak and super peak experts.
If they could be found, securing no fewer than three super peak masters—rarities even among the prestigious orthodox sects—would be an unparalleled boon.
Find the Black Wolf Three Swords!
‘The problem is how to find them...’
According to Eum Ji-myeong, they were roaming the entirety of the Central Plains.
It was right then.
‘Of course!’
A brilliant idea flashed through Hyeon Yucheon’s mind.
“I have a good plan. If it works, they won’t come looking for us—they’ll come straight to the Demon Sword Sect.”
Eum Ji-myeong’s eyes widened in shock.
“What plan is that?”
A sly grin spread across Hyeon Yucheon’s face.
“As far as I know, the sect has never officially acknowledged Master’s death, treating it only as a disappearance. Now that they’ve learned the truth through me... we’ll hold a proper funeral for Master.”
“A funeral?”
Eum Ji-myeong blinked in confusion before realization dawned.
“I see! The Black Wolf Three Swords denied Master’s death more fiercely than anyone. They’ll come charging here with bloodshot eyes!”
He slapped his knee and shouted.
That was precisely Hyeon Yucheon’s scheme.
While most in the Demon Sword Sect believed the Demon Sword Ghost Elder Cheon Baeksang was dead, the Black Wolf Three Swords had rejected that truth, wandering the Central Plains for over five years.
Men like that would undoubtedly rush back upon hearing of his funeral.
“Exactly.”
Finding a specific person in the vast Central Plains was incredibly difficult.
Calling that person to you, however, was far simpler.
This insight hadn’t come from Cheon Baeksang’s knowledge or experience—it stemmed purely from Hyeon Yucheon’s own extraordinary intellect.
“There’s... one issue, though.”
Eum Ji-myeong voiced his concern.
Even more astonishingly, Hyeon Yucheon had already anticipated it.
“You’re worried they might rampage in denial of Master’s death?”
“Gasp! H-how did you...?”
Eum Ji-myeong jumped in surprise once more.
For the first time, he wondered if what made his junior brother truly terrifying wasn’t his martial prowess, but his wisdom and foresight.
“No need to worry.”
Hyeon Yucheon declared confidently.
If all went according to plan, the Black Wolf Three Swords would not only admire him but return to the Demon Sword Sect for good.
Would events unfold as he predicted?
The very next day, a rumor spread across the Central Plains.
—The Demon Sword Sect has finally officially acknowledged the death of the Demon Sword Ghost Elder Cheon Baeksang and will hold his funeral!
As a once-dominant figure, the era’s greatest martial artist, his funeral carried immense repercussions.
Yet with the dead gone and the Demon Sword Sect in decline, it became mere tavern fodder.
The three men who arrived at the Haeha Guest House were deep in that very discussion.
“Brother Cheonu, what could the sect be thinking?”
Inside the Haeha Guest House stood three sturdy middle-aged men in black mourning garb.
Their faces and builds varied, but they shared an identical aura, hinting at their close bond.
These were the Black Wolf Three Swords, who had flown into a rage upon hearing the funeral news and raced to Hebei Province in a week.
Before entering the Demon Sword Sect, they stopped at the guest house to sort their thoughts.
“Who knows. To dare declare the Lord dead.”
Cheonu, the eldest, glared with murderous intent at Cheonjwa’s—the youngest—question.
They didn’t even call acting sect leader Flash Light Flying Gentleman Eum Ji-myeong “Lord.”
To these three, there was only one Demon Sword Sect Lord: the Demon Sword Ghost Elder Cheon Baeksang.
“Exactly. Could it be... that Flash Light Flying Gentleman betrayed the Lord?”
Cheonjung, the second brother and the deepest thinker among them, raised the suspicion.
In pursuing Cheon Baeksang’s disappearance, they were convinced internal strife or a spy was involved.
Their relentless investigation had yielded results: one of his three disciples had betrayed him.
“Too soon to say, brother. Still, we must stay cautious.”
Feeling the stares of the many guests, Cheonu suppressed his killing intent.
He had a decent rapport with Eum Ji-myeong but disapproved of his actions.
Assuming the acting lord position without Cheon Baeksang, and now officially declaring his death—it infuriated them.
“What a disappointment. Unlike the ambitious eldest disciple or the wandering third, I thought he was a good man...”
Even Cheonjwa expressed dismay as he recalled Eum Ji-myeong.
It seemed the acting role had made him covet the true throne.
“No need for debate here.”
At his brothers’ words, Cheonu finally stood.
“If they deny or insult the Lord... even if they’re his disciples, we won’t forgive them.”
Meanwhile, at the Demon Sword Sect, Cheon Baeksang’s funeral was in full swing.
Hyeon Yucheon had exhumed his master’s remains from their old grave and reinterred them on the sect’s ancestral mountainside.
All the Demon Sword Sect disciples mourned, vowing revenge against the cursed martial world.
It was then.
BOOM!
A massive explosion rocked the sect entrance during the solemn morning rites.
No need to wait and see.
“Eum Ji-myeong!”
“Come out, Flash Light Flying Gentleman Eum Ji-myeong!”
Three figures appeared through the great gates.
They looked like ordinary, well-kept middle-aged men, but these were the Black Wolf Three Swords who had once dominated the Demon Sword Sect.
Cheonu, the shortest and eldest, led, flanked by Cheonjung and Cheonjwa.
‘They’re here at last.’
Eum Ji-myeong and Hyeon Yucheon watched their bloodthirsty aura, knowing the moment had arrived.
“The Black Wolf Three Swords!”
“The former lord’s guards!”
“What brings super peak masters here?”
The younger Demon Sword Sect disciples erupted in chaos at their arrival.
Reactions split: awe at the legendary super peaks, and resentment for abandoning the sect in its darkest hour.
Undeterred by the sharp glares, the trio fixed their gaze on the platform.
“They’re the former lord’s men.”
Eum Ji-myeong met the three super peaks’ piercing stares with calm composure from the platform.
“Former lord?”
“Eum Ji-meeeeng!”
The hot-tempered youngest, Cheonjwa, and the others exploded in fury.
To the Black Wolf Three Swords, calling the Demon Sword Ghost Elder “former lord” was taboo.
“Huuu... Eum Ji-myeong. He may have been your master... but to us, he was a father.”
Unlike his raging brothers, eldest sword Cheonu took deep breaths to barely contain his anger, his face flushed red.
“I trusted you, unlike the other two disciples...”
It was then.
Cheonu, the strongest among the three, unleashed his full killing intent and inner power in uncontrollable rage.
WHOOSH!
The pressure from a super peak master was indescribably overwhelming.
With fewer than a hundred such transcendents in the vast Central Plains martial world, this was to be expected.
“Daring to acknowledge the Lord’s death, and now ‘former lord’? Have you finally declared yourself the true sect lord?”
As they prepared to interrogate Eum Ji-myeong in earnest—
“Senior Brother Eum is not the sect lord.”
A young man stepped forward calmly from beside Eum Ji-myeong.
Some saw a boy; others, an ageless transcendent elder.
It was, of course, Hyeon Yucheon.
“W-what?”
“What did that punk just say?”
“Eum... senior brother?”
The shocks kept coming.
The Black Wolf Three Swords gaped at Hyeon Yucheon calling Eum Ji-myeong “senior brother,” eyes nearly popping out.
Only the vanished third disciple had called him that.
‘No way he’s the third disciple.’
Then what was going on?
Their murderous gazes shifted past Eum Ji-myeong to Hyeon Yucheon.
One might cower under such a glare, but Hyeon Yucheon stood imperiously, like a born sovereign.
“The true lord of this Demon Sword Sect is not Senior Brother Eum Ji-myeong, but I, the Mugeom Sword Young Master Hyeon Yucheon.”
He went further, proclaiming himself the current sect lord to all under heaven.
“...!!”
The Black Wolf Three Swords were stunned anew.
Second sword Cheonjung and third sword Cheonjwa could only blankly stare at their eldest brother.
The atmosphere froze like midwinter.
“Still not understanding? I inherited everything from Master, the Demon Sword Ghost Elder Cheon Baeksang—including the position of sect lord.”
Hyeon Yucheon pressed on relentlessly.
His words became the trio’s trigger.
“...Can you take responsibility for that claim?”
Eldest sword Cheonu demanded, eyes bulging.
He couldn’t believe it.
‘We scoured the Central Plains and found not even a hair of the Lord.’
They had even begged their sworn enemies, the Murim Alliance.
Despite the humiliation, they bore it gladly for their father-like Cheon Baeksang.
Yet they found nothing.
Now a stranger claimed to be his full successor? Absurd.
“How should I prove it? Like this?”
As on his first visit, Hyeon Yucheon drew the black ironwood command token from his bosom.
The trio flinched.
Yet unlike ordinary disciples, they reacted differently.
“You! Where did you pick up the Lord’s possession?”
“Do you even know what that is?”
“The token matters not—it’s the Lord! That doesn’t replace him!”
The sworn brothers shouted in unison, denying reality.
“This won’t do.”
In the end, only one way remained.
Hyeon Yucheon neatly removed the precious silk robe bestowed upon his ascension as sect lord and prepared fully.
“Shall I demonstrate Master’s unique ultimate technique?”
He resolved.
Not lightly, as before, but unfolding the Formless Flash Quick Sword to its tenth form, just like his master’s realm.
He planned to showcase the full might of the ten forms Cheon Baeksang once boasted.
How devastating would that power be?