Divine Demonic Path Chapter 60 : The Sword Saint of the Blue Sky

"Young master!"

Tang Xiulian called Cho Myung.

At that mont, Hua Yunhui reached out and stopped Tang Xiulian.

"Let him be."

"What?"

"He's still young, but he doesn't do things that are out of line."

"But..."

"Sotis it's not bad to rely on your younger brother."

As Hua Yunhui said this, Hua Sochen ca to his mind.

She was a sister who used to try to take responsibility for the clinic's affairs all by herself, but now she was not.

She would consult with him as well.

"Just because you're older doesn't an you have to know everything and take responsibility for everything. A younger brother has his own thoughts and things he wants to do. It seems Myung has his own thoughts, so let's just watch for now."

"What if sothing goes wrong?"

"Then we'll have sothing to help with."

Sotis, Hua Yunhui seed like an old person. This was one of those tis. Because he said things that made one nod their head, regardless of whether they were right or wrong.

"Aren't you worried?"

Tang Xiulian asked as she sat down.

Hua Yunhui, who was even smiling as if he were a carefree person.

At Tang Xiulian's question, he looked at Cho Myung, who was going up to the second floor through the stairs, and answered.

"I'm worried."

"Is that a worried face?"

"The thought that that kid is admirable and praiseworthy is greater than my worry."

"What?"

Tang Xiulian, who was making a face that said she could not understand at all.

Hua Yunhui looked back at Tang Xiulian and smiled brightly.

'No matter what he thinks or what he looks like, that kid is only eight years old.'

Cho Myung, who had gone up to the second floor, looked around.

He saw young n and beautiful girls who looked extraordinary at a glance.

But their number was only about thirty.

Unlike what the waiter had said, there were also many empty seats.

Cho Myung had known that from the beginning. Because as soon as he had entered the inn, he had imdiately noticed how many people were on the second floor.

Although he had been offended when he had heard the waiter say that the second floor was full and there were no empty seats, he had thought that there must be a reason for it.

In that state, as he was quietly listening to Tang Xiulian's words, he beca angry.

His master had also said so.

That the Hundred Strikes Art was ignored because it was an external martial art.

He had said that if there was soone who ignored him, as he had, he should make them shut their mouth with one punch.

Cho Myung, recalling Old Man Ban's words, approached the front of the Divine Martial Stage.

At the appearance of the unfamiliar Cho Myung, the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage who were talking turned their gazes one by one.

When Cho Myung stopped in front of them, all conversation had stopped.

"What is it?"

There was a person who asked bluntly.

He was a person with upright features and a flash of light in his two eyes.

Of course, Cho Myung did not know who he was.

He was not interested either.

He had sothing he wanted to say, and if things went wrong, he was thinking of making him shut his mouth as his master had taught him. Then, as Tang Xiulian had said, he would be able to spread his fa.

That was as far as Cho Myung had thought.

It was bold for an eight-year-old child, and it was close to being rash for a seventeen-year-old boy.

"Do you guys know that? That all things are one, and that's just the way it is. That beasts, people, and the universe are all just the way they are. So there's nothing special, there's only difference."

When Cho Myung, who looked two or three years younger than them, suddenly approached and said sothing out of the blue, they all made a face that said 'what's with this kid?'.

"All the streams of the world flow into the river and then gather in the sea, right? Before they reach the sea, they are all at different speeds, so so are here, so are there, and so are far behind, right?"

"All things are one..."

Soone muttered.

When Cho Myung turned his gaze, he saw a young man wearing a Taoist robe.

"That's right. All things are one."

When Cho Myung said it was right, the young man in the Taoist robe just looked at him with a face full of surprise.

Although the idea of all things being one was a study that was definitely heard in Taoism, it was not carelessly spoken of in daily life. Because it was a very profound principle that contained the creation, change, and even the extinction of all things in the universe.

The masters who had entered the path of enlightennt would occasionally throw a word for their disciples in their daily lives.

It was surprising and puzzling that Cho Myung, who looked younger than him, was suddenly bringing up the idea of all things being one.

Of course, Cho Myung did not know the deep principles of all things being one.

He was just understanding it as he had heard it. He did not even know that there was a profound principle in those words. And what was important to Cho Myung now was not such a profound principle.

"You said that all the streams are different before they reach the sea, right? The stream here, the stream there, and the stream that is far behind. Then let ask you one thing. Is the stream here wrong? Is it okay to ignore the stream that is far behind, calling it a side door? Is it okay for the stream that is going ahead now to ignore the other streams and be arrogant just because it's ahead?"

It was a question that forced silence.

But not everyone was like that.

Because there are always quick-witted people everywhere.

"What is it? What did you learn? What kind of side door martial art did you learn to co here so angry?"

It was a question full of ridicule.

Ridicule and arrogance.

The arrogance unique to those who are superior to their opponents spread in an instant.

The slight wariness and surprise that had been felt at the words that had a sense of profundity disappeared in an instant.

Cho Myung noticed that the atmosphere of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage towards him had changed, but he did not care.

"You guys are the sa as that big brother."

"What big brother?"

"The big brother who said he couldn't stand it when the weak acted up without knowing their place."

Cho Myung said, recalling Shen Wuren.

He had co to know that a person with power could do so with his arrogance and dogmatism.

"That's right. The martial world is ultimately a world of the law of the jungle. The weak shouldn't act up carelessly. It seems you haven't learned anything even after receiving such a teaching."

"No. I've learned sothing."

"What is it?"

"That I can act up a little."

"......!"

At first, he did not seem to understand what he had heard. But soon he got up from his seat, so angry that his face turned red.

"I am Yuwen Qiugang of the Yuwen Sword Family. You have just ridiculed . I will not let it go, so reveal who you are and where you are from!"

Cho Myung did not know where the Yuwen Sword Family was.

He did not know how great it was either.

He just thought that he could fight now, and that this was grand enough, as his sister-in-law had said. So he revealed himself like Yuwen Qiugang.

"I am Ban Myung, the disciple of the Fighting Demon. That's ."

The Fighting Demon, Ban Nahan!

A person who had defeated a master of the extre realm with just a fighting technique that was not even worthy of being called an external martial art.

A person who had thrown a shock to the existing trend of the martial world where internal energy was emphasized, but who had t an absolute master and had shown a clear limit and had been broken.

That was the people's view of the Fighting Demon.

"The Fighting Demon! The Fighting Demon?"

Yuwen Qiugang shouted in excitent.

He was furious at the fact that he was being challenged by a re disciple of the Fighting Demon, not the Fighting Demon himself.

No matter how great the Fighting Demon had been, he had not been able to escape the limit of external martial arts, and the Yuwen Sword Family was proudly occupying a position as a pillar of the Orthodox Faction of the world.

Besides, Yuwen Qiugang himself had entered the Divine Martial Stage for three years and had received a learning that was close to a fortuitous encounter. So he could not lose to a re disciple of the Fighting Demon.

No, the fact that he dared to challenge him was an act of extre impertinence.

"It seems you want to gain the fa of being able to face the Divine Martial Stage, but I will make you realize how ridiculous that thought is!"

Yuwen Qiugang grabbed his sword hilt.

Cho Myung also cringed his upper body and clenched his two fists and faced him.

The basic stance of the Hundred Strikes Art was completely different from the existing orthodox martial arts. Since it was so practical, it was a stance that seed to explode if you just touched it.

Yuwen Qiugang, who had grabbed his sword hilt and cald his mind like a still lake, chuckled at Cho Myung's stance.

'The third-rate is different from the root!'

Since he looked down on his opponent, he even had a sense of leisure in his mind.

But he did not allow himself to be careless.

'I will break his axis with one sword and give him a sharp lesson with the second sword!'

Yuwen Qiugang, who had finished calculating his forms and routines.

It was just before his sword ca out of its scabbard.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Soone ca running up the stairs at a fast speed.

"The Sword Saint of the Blue Sky is returning, so all mbers of the Divine Martial Stage are ordered to return."

The ssenger, who had delivered the order from above, went out again like the wind, it seed he was going to inform other places as well.

At that mont, the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage who were on the second floor rushed to the window and stuck their heads out of the window to look far away.

"It's the Blue Sky Flag!"

"Let's go quickly!"

Those who had discovered the Blue Sky Flag, the flag of the Namgung Sword Family, ca away from the window and rushed down to the lower floor.

"What are you doing!"

When one of those who were heading to the lower floor shouted, Yuwen Qiugang let go of his sword hilt.

"You're lucky!"

Cho Myung just frowned, not knowing what was going on, and did not answer.

Yuwen Qiugang threw an annoyed look at such a Cho Myung and then disappeared to the first floor.

When the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage had disappeared like that, Cho Myung went down to the lower floor with a heavy heart.

"They're all in a frenzy to return, are you okay?"

Hua Yunhui asked with a worried look.

"The Divine Martial Stage is divided into two teams. The Blue Sky and the Iron Bone. They are nad after the titles of the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky and the Iron Bone Divine Beggar."

"So those two are the leaders?"

"Would people who are the heavens of the Orthodox Faction be the leaders of kids like us? You can just see it as learning martial arts under their responsibility."

"Hmm, I see. Then all those friends from before must belong to the Blue Sky. And you're the Iron Bone."

"Yes, that's right."

While Tang Xiulian was smiling brightly, Cho Myung returned and sat down.

Tang Xiulian erased her smile and said carefully.

"Young master."

"Yes?"

"You were a little hasty."

"?"

"Yes."

"......?"

"You stepped forward because of what I said about spreading your fa and fighting grandly, right?"

"Yes."

"I think I said it wrong. Even if you do it grandly, you have to do it while looking at your opponent."

"I'm stronger."

"Still."

Cho Myung made a face that said he could not understand.

Tang Xiulian clearly realized what that face ant.

That he did not know the world, he did not know it too much.

"Even if you beat those people, you won't be able to beat their background. Besides, this is like the front yard of Tianlian. If those who have their pride hurt make a big deal out of it, we'll have no choice but to go to Tianlian and sort out the rights and wrongs. I believe in Tianlian and I believe in the Orthodox Faction, but more than that, I believe in the saying that the arm bends inwards."

"Are you saying I'll be at a disadvantage?"

"No. Not just you, but , my big brother, and even the clinic."

"Even though I did nothing wrong?"

"Because the arm bends inwards."

"Even if it was a fair fight?"

"Yes. Because the arm bends inwards."

Cho Myung was confused.

Then what was the real difference between the Orthodox and Demonic factions?

Cho Myung looked at Hua Yunhui.

Big brother Yunhui had said so.

That he, his big brother, and the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage were still young. So although they had to pay a price that matched their mistake, it was not right to say that they were villains, people of the Demonic Faction, just with the arrogance and dogmatism of Shen Wuren and the others.

But could adults give a disadvantage to a person who had done nothing wrong just because their arm bends inwards?

'What kind of Orthodox Faction is that!'

Cho Myung, whose heart was frustrated, turned his gaze out of the window.

At this ti, a group of people and horses were passing by outside the window.

Cho Myung turned his gaze to find the owner of the powerful prayer that he had been feeling from a distance.

An old man with a pure white beard that reached his chest.

Anyone who saw him would think he was a respectable master of the Orthodox Faction. The only thing that was botherso was that one of his sleeves was loose.

But to Cho Myung, it was not just botherso.

The mont he saw the old man, Cho Myung's face hardened sharply and his complexion turned pale.

Cho Myung rembered it clearly.

The face of the one-ard old man who had occupied a place in that hellish place. That face was visible outside the inn far away.

"Ugh!"

Cho Myung's two fists were clenched.

It was a strange thing.

He had seen one of the old n he had been afraid to even see in his dreams at a very close distance, but he did not feel any fear.

Boiling blood.

The muscles of his whole body were tensed.

A power that seed to smash everything in its way filled his body.

In that state, Cho Myung got up from his seat.

(End of Chapter)