CHAPTERS
A suffocating gloom hung over every corner of the Yurigung. Even so, the snow that had accumulated in all directions remained as pristine as ever, making the air feel even more chilling. Ashes from the burned halls scattered across the snowfield, mixing black dust into the pure white. Stepping into the palace, Tang Yuwon was left speechless. The path to the Sect Leader’s bedchamber. Thanks to the unwavering defense of the Geukmunggak Lord and Jipilgak Lord, the rear garden of Gwanju Hall had…- 253.5 K • Completed
- It felt like he was wandering through an endless abyss. His limbs were bound, as if entangled in thick vines. As if that weren’t enough, a boulder the size of a house was crushing his danjeon, making it impossible to breathe. Seolyeong kept gasping, “Ha, haa… ha, haa…” until a sudden thought crossed his mind. Wait… where am I ? Is something really pressing down on me? The unrelenting darkness in front of him felt off. Damn it. He started to wonder if that bastard of a sect leader…
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- Seolyeong carefully explained the situation. “His Qi is in reverse flow, it doesn’t appear to be a sign of Qi deviation. His complexion is nearly normal, but he remains unconscious and seems to be having his energy drained.” “…Drained?” Yuwon, who had been listening silently, repeated the word. Even after speaking, her lips continued to move slightly, showing how troubled she felt. Seolyeong fell quiet for a moment. His eyes, now a warm shade of brown thanks to the illusion, rested…
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- Seolyeong looked down at his unconscious husband with dazed eyes. The usual cold aura that radiated from Sahyeol Amje no longer flowed from him, his face peaceful like a child in deep sleep. It felt as if the energy that marked his life as a martial artist had quietly slipped away, and Seolyeong shook his head. “No. No, husband…” He was the Supreme One who had conquered Jungwon. His Qi was not the sort to be worn thin from reckless use, and his martial arts were not something that could…
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- Had the lord of Geukmunggak lied, or had that voice not even been real from the start? Could it be that Sahyeol Amje had resorted to such a lowly trick just to draw him out of the Yurigung? Unable to reach a clear conclusion, Seolyeong chose to move forward anyway. Whoever was playing with him, he had come here to meet Sahyeol Amje. Even if the man had used some damn illusion technique on him, there was no time or room to be daunted by it. “I knew it would come to this…” He approached…
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- It was the moment Sahyeol Amje began his assault on the martial world that Seolyeong, who had once cried in sorrow like a bird robbed of its nest, finally rose to his feet, wiping his eyes. The man raised as a killer began to massacre the warriors of the martial world. Screams echoed from every corner, but Seolyeong, no longer a part of that past, could do nothing to help them. He ran toward the battlefield, where corpses were piling up like walls, closed his swollen eyes for a moment, and opened them…
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- Leaving his bride behind, Tang Yujae headed for Shingang, where the Daeyeonggak stood. Of the eight pavilions that formed the foundation of the Cheonma Divine Sect, they had long since scattered across Jungwon. Among them, Shingang, once the stronghold of the old Cheonma Divine Sect, held the most. Lord Gyo Seokryun of the Daeyeonggak was lounging inside an opium den he co-managed with the Lord of Okhaenggak, puffing leisurely on a long pipe. His wolf-like face was slack with indulgence. Around him were…
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- The moment Tang Yujae realized that his life had been nothing more than a puppet show played out under a predetermined fate, his emotions did not erupt in rage as one might expect. Instead, his heart sank low, like the depths of the sea, and remained in a state of colorless calm. The events played through his mind in order, from the moment he left the Tang clan, which had become a sea of fire, to his arrival in the distant land of Haedong and his meeting with Gyo Seokryun. Doubt took root. What he had…
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- In truth, Hayeon was already exhausted. She had forcibly drawn out the innate celestial energy within her since birth to display overwhelming martial strength. It was only natural for her body to collapse. Had she been in her usual condition, she would never have paid attention to the murmured words of a gentle-looking orthodox warrior. Only after blood gushed from her chest did Hayeon realize she had failed to notice the ambush. She had no choice but to admit defeat. To think she had let her guard…
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- That breath brushed the skin of the man who had once been a bright-eyed boy and was now the leader of the Cheonma Divine Sect. If only that burning yang energy could melt away even the sorrow buried deep within. But it was not so simple. As Tang Yujae watched the living image of his dead sister, a shadow of regret slowly came across his face. It was an unconscious change, born from knowing that the figure he saw again after decades would soon crumble like a mirage. Tang Yujae slowly let go of his…
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