TL: FoodieMonster007
It was an ancient sword, perhaps centuries old. Left forgotten in a dusty corner of the vault, whoever stored it here obviously didn’t think much of it.
However, the mont Baek Suryong’s eyes fell on the blade, he couldn’t tear them away. He approached the sword and examined it closely, noting that the scabbard was worn and peeling, and where tassels once hung, there were only faint, charred remnants. Still, despite the damage and the passage of ti eroding his mories, he recognized it imdiately.
He picked it up, gently brushing away the layers of dust that had settled on it.
“It’s been a while, Soul Sword…”
Soul Sword, the favorite weapon and faithful companion of the Sword Saint, the greatest swordsman in history. As its na implied, it held the unyielding, unbreakable soul of a martial artist… that is, until his son was taken hostage.
Baek Suryong recalled the faraway look in the Sword Saint’s eyes whenever he stroked Soul Sword.
“This sword contains my soul.”
To be honest, Soul Sword was not an exceptional weapon by any standards. In terms of sharpness and durability, it was no better than Moon Shadow, the sword Baek Suryong currently used. Nonetheless, even the most ordinary weapon becos a treasure in its own right when wielded by a supre martial artist for decades.
HUMMMMM!
Baek Suryong drew the blade halfway from its scabbard, and it resonated with a clear hum as if responding to him… as if the spirit of the Sword Saint himself was still within it.
“I’ve spent half my life with this little one. Like , it’s old and worn… but still usable.”
Rembering that rare smile, warmth crept onto Baek Suryong’s face, in stark contrast to the icy expression he’d worn during his battle with the Bloody Ripper.
“Master Sword Saint, I’ll take good care of Soul Sword for you,” he murmured, carefully wrapping the sword in cloth and strapping it across his back. Despite its serviceability, he had no plans to use it in battle, as it didn’t feel like his to wield.
“I wonder if my other three masters’ ntos are here too…”
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Baek Suryong searched the vault, hoping to find the items that once belonged to his other masters. Ever since the Bloody Ripper had ntioned that the legacy of the Blood Cult was hidden here, he’d been wondering if their belongings were hidden here as well.
Unfortunately, nothing else caught his eye.
“I guess I’d better head back. I hope everyone’s safe…” he sighed.
Nearly two hours had passed since he entered the underground vault. Exhausted to the point of collapse, he took five minutes to ditate before getting up. Although he had the Blood Elixir, he intended to consu it later, when he had ti and was properly prepared.
Just as he was about to leave, however, a wall suddenly slid down from the ceiling, blocking his exit, and smoke began to pour in from all directions.
Baek Suryong covered his nose with his sleeve, frowning. “Damn it, I knew getting in here was too easy…”
He drew Moon Shadow and prepared to cut through the door with enhanced sword qi, but letters began to appear on the newly exposed wall as the smoke caressed it.
Welco, visitor. I am the Demonic Strategist, the Second Elder of the Blood Demon Divine Cult.
“The Demonic Strategist!” Baek Suryong exclaid, a fiery anger igniting in his eyes.
The Demonic Strategist was the bastard who had forced him to steal the martial arts of his four Masters, only to discard him afterward.
If you’ve reached this place, it can only an one of two things: you are either the rightful heir to the Heaven Defying Divine Art, or a thief who has bypassed every trap to steal our treasure.
“I’m the heir of the Heaven Defying Divine Art and a thief who ca here to steal the treasure, damn it!” Baek Suryong hissed, swinging his sword wildly.
BOOM! CRASH!
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His compressed enhanced sword qi shredded the words left by the Demonic Strategist, but the wall was sturdier than he expected. Even with his powerful attack, he couldn’t do much damage.
His expression hardened, and his mind raced. Is the door made of teor iron? By the ti I cut through the door, will I have enough qi left to rescue the kids…?
At that mont, new words appeared on the wall.
Hence, I will administer a test to see if you are qualified.
“A test?” Baek Suryong muttered.
The poisonous smoke filling this vault is deadly to ordinary martial artists, but for one who has mastered the Heaven Defying Divine Art, it is dicine.
Baek Suryong’s eyes widened. “What the hell!?”
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If you are the true heir, consu the Blood Elixir imdiately and begin ditating, for you will have a fortuitous encounter today. If you’re a thief seeking treasure, however, you will die vomiting blood.
“Haha… hahaha…” Baek Suryong laughed hollowly. As expected of the Demonic Strategist, he set up a trap even here, where the Blood Cult’s treasure was hidden. Clicking his tongue at the cunning snake’s ticulousness, he couldn’t help but reflect on how ssed up fate truly was.
“Sucks to be you, Demonic Strategist! Your treasure has ended up in my hands! I bet even soone as clever as you couldn’t possibly have seen this coming!”
I pray that you are the successor of the Heaven Defying Divine Art, the future Blood Demon who will revive our cult.
“…Pray for sothing else, you fucking son of a bitch.”
Baek Suryong swallowed the Blood Elixir in one gulp and sat down cross-legged. Although he was worried about the students, now was the ti to eliminate all distractions and focus his mind.
“Demonic Strategist, I’ll help myself to all the treasures you left behind. Watch closely from hell, because I won’t hesitate to use them to destroy the Blood Cult.”
With those words, he closed his eyes and began to ditate.
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