Chuhonsak looked at his beloved sword, which had only the hilt left.
It was a question he had once had.
Why had his father left this huge greatsword?
Why this heavy greatsword, and not a sword that could bring out the mystery of the fast sword?
He had been curious, but he believed there was a reason. He had honed his martial arts to the utmost. As ti passed, he reached a certain realm. No matter how heavy the greatsword was, he beca a master of the fast sword with no rivals in the Red Scarf Society.
But Cheon Mubaeck had said.
What he had shown in a state of selflessness.
The sensation he had faintly felt at his fingertips.
'This is the sword my father left behind.'
The true mystery that his martial arts originally possessed.
Powerful and heavy, yet its speed was swift.
But as ti passed, he had forgotten a part of it, and only the swiftness remained.
Perhaps it was because his father had died at a very young age during the Righteous-Demonic War, and he had not been able to pass it all on.
'How does that person know that?'
A fierce question that ca to mind.
The opponent knew everything. He spoke so vividly, as if he had been on the scene 40 years ago.
But did that even make sense? The events of 40 years ago.
Then there was only one answer to the question.
'He knows the mystery of a martial art that even I didn't know at a glance, just by crossing swords a few tis. An absolute master who has reached such a realm.'
Only that could explain all of this.
A sense of awe welled up.
Even though he had fallen into a state of selflessness and had drawn out all his potential.
He had not been able to touch a single corner of the opponent's clothes.
Rather, Cheon Mubaeck had subdued him by breaking his sword without inflicting a single wound.
It was an understatent to say that it was simply a gap in martial prowess.
An overwhelming wall.
A wall that he had never felt since he first held a sword stood there.
'Sothing that I must overco, but can only despair at.'
eting a wall was a truly frightening thing.
Because the vast majority of martial artists spent their entire lives in front of it.
But Chuhonsak's heart pounded.
To him, the wall was a proof.
Beyond the wall, there was a new realm.
The wall was what proved that realm. Chuhonsak, as one who walked the path of martial arts, felt that eting the wall was like having the path he had to take clearly presented.
So he was impressed by Cheon Mubaeck.
But his words that his sword, his father's sword, had changed were wrong.
It was just that he had not been able to unfold it properly.
The essence of the sword was the sa.
That was, the Red Scarf Society was also the sa.
"It has not changed."
"..."
There was not a single waver in Chuhonsak's voice.
It was a clear belief.
"I know that the situation has worsened since he beca the leader of the Red Scarf Society. But, Mucheonak loves Wudang. He deeply admires Wudang, and he has the pride of being the sword that protects Wudang."
Chuhonsak's eyes burned fiercely.
"Do not doubt him. The Red Scarf is still the sword that protects Wudang."
Cheon Mubaeck, who was staring at him, nodded his head.
"Oh, I don't know how you know what the Red Scarf Society was like 40 years ago, but compared to then, the current Red Scarf Society has so problems."
Beyond the sword that wanted to protect Wudang, it now wanted to beco Wudang itself and stand above Wudang.
"But, the belief that the Red Scarf Society holds has not changed."
Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head.
'This person is like that.'
It was clearly visible.
A belief that had not changed over generations. The appearance of that ti.
Even so.
"Isn't that just your own thought?"
"..."
"Do you really believe that everyone in the Red Scarf Society is like that?"
"That's..."
"Do you really assert that there is not a single selfish motive in protecting Wudang?"
Chuhonsak's pupils shook greatly.
"The Red Scarf Society is an organization created to protect Wudang without wanting anything. But, the current Red Scarf Society wants sothing. Mucheonak, what does he want?"
"..."
Chuhonsak's face hardened and convulsed.
* * *
Of course, Chuhonsak did not give Cheon Mubaeck an answer.
Cheon Mubaeck also did not press for an answer on the spot.
Anyway, there was still ti. The Black Assembly to be held in Fujian was still so ti away, and even if Neung-heo brought Shaolin, it would take ti no matter how fast he moved.
In the anti, Cheon Mubaeck and Zhuge Seola were divided into the Red Scarf and Wudang, respectively, to investigate and gather information.
Cheon Mubaeck climbed the peak where Chuhonsak trained every day.
"You've co again?"
"It's not like I've co to a place I can't co to."
"That's right. You are a guest of Wudang... But you know that watching another's training is a taboo, don't you?"
"What taboo would there be when I already know all of your Chu family's martial arts?"
"..."
Chuhonsak could not stop Cheon Mubaeck from climbing the peak. This peak, and everything in Wudang, was Wudang's anyway.
The Red Scarf Society was just borrowing a part of Wudang to live.
How could he stop Cheon Mubaeck, a guest of Wudang, from going where he wanted?
No, could he even stop him?
Chuhonsak tried to erase the bitter smile that appeared on his lips.
"Well, shall we have a spar today as well?"
"...This Chumo will learn a lesson."
The reason he couldn't stop him.
Cheon Mubaeck sparred with Chuhonsak in a friendly manner every day.
He knew what his intention was, what Cheon Mubaeck wanted.
A person who was on the side of the Taoist Faction and suspected the Red Scarf Society.
If he found sothing suspicious about the Red Scarf Society, Cheon Mubaeck would dig into that part without fail.
And yet, Chuhonsak could not refuse Cheon Mubae-ck.
Kagagagang!
His chest ached.
Every ti the swords clashed, sparking, Chuhonsak's vision widened.
Cheon Mubaeck did not give any teachings.
But if the one who received it gained enlightennt, it was an excellent teaching, and Chuhonsak was receiving a clear teaching.
His sword was filled with power and weight.
And yet, it did not lose its swiftness.
The essence of the sword he had experienced in a state of selflessness.
Every ti he sparred with Cheon Mubaeck, he got a little closer.
As if Cheon Mubaeck was intentionally letting him know.
One day, Chuhonsak couldn't stand it and asked.
"How do you know my family's martial arts?"
"Is that important?"
"It is important."
"You still have a long way to go."
"...!"
In an instant, Chuhonsak's body stopped as if struck by lightning.
Cheon Mubaeck sheathed his sword and retreated for the day.
For the next few days, Cheon Mubaeck did not climb the peak. As if he knew what process Chuhonsak had fallen into.
It was three days later when he visited Chuhonsak again.
Cheon Mubaeck smiled inwardly at Chuhonsak's changed prayer.
A bright, clear light flashed in his two eyes.
"You seem to have made so progress."
"Faintly, since I was very young. I had doubts about my sword."
A slightly trembling tone.
"After my father died at the hands of the demons, I received only one sword from him. At that ti, what I had learned was the fast sword, but the sword my father left as a nto was not a sword suitable for the fast sword, no matter how much I thought about it."
There was a suitable martial art for each weapon.
It was not for nothing that absolute masters searched all the craftsn in the Central Plains to find a weapon that suited their hands.
"In fact, as I learned the sword, the disadvantage of the greatsword beca a wall and blocked ."
Chuhonsak's tone was calm.
Because it was sothing that had already passed.
"It is the only sword and martial art my father left behind. I could not give up anything. So, I have been curious my whole life about the origin, the source of my martial arts."
At that mont, Chuhonsak smiled. It was not a bitter smile, but a bright smile.
"But there was no need to be curious. In the end, the sword is unfolded in my hand. It changes according to the flow I wield."
Chuhonsak.
"Thank you. It is thanks to you."
He had overco the wall.
But Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't think much of the situation.
"Are you satisfied with just breaking one wall?"
"...!"
"Do you believe there is an end to the path you walk?"
"That's..."
"There is no end for those who walk the path of martial arts. Even if you do it your whole life, even if you repeat your past lives for dozens, hundreds of years."
Although Chuhonsak thought that those words were a stern warning not to be arrogant, he couldn't say anything, seeing Cheon Mubaeck's sohow bitter expression.
He just took out his sword, following Cheon Mubaeck who was taking out his.
And as he did, Chuhonsak grew more, as if breaking out of a shell.
And as he did, he couldn't help but feel a question welling up.
"Why? You suspect the Red Scarf according to the will of the Taoist Faction. I am also a mber of the Red Scarf Society. But why are you giving such teachings?"
"Is that also important?"
"This is important. As a martial artist, it's not good to worry about such things, but I am the vice-leader of the Red Scarf Society."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You did not co for Wudang. What Wudang wants now is to cast out the Red Scarf Society."
Only then did Cheon Mubaeck's expression flinch slightly.
Chuhonsak made a triumphant expression inwardly. He felt he had hit the core.
But at Cheon Mubaeck's next words, he was bewildered.
"I ca for Wudang? To move according to their will?"
Cheon Mubaeck snorted as if it was ridiculous.
"No. I have just been walking my own path. The Red Scarf Society, or Wudang, it doesn't matter."
"...!"
"I am just walking on the knife's edge I have climbed. In the middle of going towards the end, it doesn't matter who cos up. If that's the path I have to take, I just have to break it down and go."
An attitude of not caring at all.
Chuhonsak's voice trembled slightly.
"Then, then, why on earth are you giving teachings? Don't deny it. I broke the wall because of you, and I am moving forward."
"What's the problem with that? Helping soone who walks the path of martial arts."
"You have received a request from Wudang now. And the essence of that request is ultimately to protect Wudang. But now Wudang and the Red Scarf Society, no, Taiji and the Red Scarf are in conflict, and perhaps a sword fight might break out. Then I will be the Red Scarf. But if you make a stronger enemy..."
"No, what bullshit is this?"
"...?"
At Cheon Mubaeck's suddenly changed tone, Chuhonsak was flustered and closed his mouth.
His face contorted as if he was looking at a frustrating person.
Cheon Mubaeck's annoyed expression was etched in his retina.
"You said you were the sword that protects Wudang, didn't you?"
"...That's."
"You said the Red Scarf hasn't changed? You said you have the pride of being the sword that protects Wudang?"
"..."
Chuhonsak closed his mouth firmly. Cheon Mubaeck sighed and sheathed his sword.
"A will is contained in a sword, and your sword has that will. That's all."
"...!"
Cheon Mubaeck said so and left. Chuhonsak remained alone and mulled over the aning of the words Cheon Mubaeck had left behind all day.
"The will contained in the sword..."
How much ti had passed? A smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Cheon Mubaeck had acknowledged it.
That his sword was the sword that protected Wudang.
That he had read that will. Then he understood. Why Cheon Mubaeck had co to find him.
To suspect the Red Scarf Society? No.
Chuhonsak's body trembled as if he was shuddering.
'It was to confirm. Whether the Red Scarf was the sword of Wudang.'
But that thod was truly beautiful.
He did not test him, but gave him teachings. Like an old story he had heard when he was very young.
Cheon Mubaeck had confird that he was the sword of Wudang, while giving him precious advice on martial arts.
What was the reason for that?
'Not a fight between Wudang and the Red Scarf, but a fight against the huge enemy called the Blood Demon Valley. Cheon Mubaeck knows that, and he is moving for that.'
That was all.
"He only walks his own path. Firmly believing that it is the right path..."
Chuhonsak, who recalled the well-known path of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero in the martial world, smiled without realizing it.
"Truly, a hero."
Perhaps. If he was a hero who knew chivalry and righteousness so well.
"He might be able to resolve the conflict between Wudang and the Red Scarf."
The next day.
When Cheon Mubaeck ca to find him again, Chuhonsak asked quietly.
"What are you curious about, Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero?"
Cheon Mubaeck's eyes flashed.
(End of Chapter)
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