Zhang Sanfeng.

The most famous man among the wandering martial artists in the current Central Plains.

Namgung Jehyun knew such a man by a different name.

"Cheon-ah..."

Although he had aged a little and become more mature than before, the man in front of him was clearly Namgung Jehyun's son, Namgung Cheon.

Hearing his past name, Zhang Sanfeng flinched for a moment, but he soon regained his composure and quietly performed a fist-and-palm salute towards Namgung Jehyun in front of him.

"This humble one is called Zhang Sanfeng, Head of the Namgung family."

"Are you trying to cut off the past?"

"Head of the Namgung family, were you not a person who would abandon even his close friends and children for his own ambition?"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's answer, Namgung Jehyun looked up at the sky.

And then.

"Kuhahahahahahaha!! Right, the head of the Namgung family... not a father, but the head of the family!"

He laughed like a madman.

A refreshing laugh, as if he had let go of everything, spread through the battlefield.

And so, the mad laughter that had been echoing for a while stopped.

"My apologies, Young Hero Taiji Sword God."

After Namgung Jehyun performed a fist-and-palm salute.

"There is no need for words between martial artists."

He quietly drew his sword.

Zhang Sanfeng also drew his sword in response to his opponent's movement.

Perhaps because he had blocked Namgung Jehyun's sword earlier, his arm was tingling.

'The blow just now was not the sword of the existing Namgung.'

A sword that was unfamiliar even to Zhang Sanfeng, who knew all the martial arts of the Namgung family.

It was a sword that overflowed with the pressure of Mount Tai and the aura of a king.

'I can't tell how many times I can deflect it.'

While Zhang Sanfeng was keeping Namgung Jehyun in check and thinking of various ways to break the blow just now in his mind.

"I hope you will show me a sword worthy of your title."

Namgung Jehyun moved first.

The sword that was raised again.

Although it looked full of openings at first glance, on the contrary, it seemed to have no openings at all.

Namgung Jehyun's sword came down on Zhang Sanfeng.

A sword strike imbued with the mystery of an overwhelming heavy sword that seemed to crush Mount Tai.

Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his sword towards the sword coming down on him.

The mystery of the Taiji he had realized was imbued in his sword and flowed into the gently pressing sword.

The flow of Taiji is an absolute circulation.

No matter how much it is a heavy sword that can crush Mount Tai, it cannot escape the flow.

Originally, it should have been so.

"Did you think you could block it twice?"

At that moment, the pressure of the heavy sword became even stronger.

It forcibly shattered the flow and refused circulation.

The sword that had shattered the flow came down on Zhang Sanfeng.

"Keuk!"

Zhang Sanfeng quickly retrieved his sword and clashed with the sword coming down on him again.

Kwang!

Although it was just swords clashing, a loud explosion as if a thunderbolt had gone off echoed.

Although Zhang Sanfeng had protected his body, he was thrown back a long way and slammed into a wall, and blood flowed from his mouth.

Towards such a Zhang Sanfeng, Namgung Jehyun slowly walked.

"To think that the sword you learned after abandoning the sword of Namgung is such a weak sword."

Although he was walking slowly, from Zhang Sanfeng's point of view, it was as if death were approaching step by step.

Namgung Jehyun walked and raised his sword.

'He's coming!'

Zhang Sanfeng quickly collected himself and raised his sword.

'Although I know the flow.'

A simple and plain sword path.

But he did not dare to block it.

Even the flow of Taiji, which could deflect everything, was crushed by the force and broken.

"If the existing enlightenment is not enough!"

In Zhang Sanfeng's mind, a past event came to mind.

The time when he had first realized the mystery of Taiji.

The woman who had stood in front of him, who had given him enlightenment in a different form from Baek Yoonjun.

Eon Yuyeong.

A woman who used a different flow from Taiji, a flow called the Blood Pole, which eventually had an end.

'Although the origin of the flow is the same, it is a flow that can never coexist with Taiji.'

But since the sword of that king could not be blocked with just the flow of Taiji, it was a time when even one more means was needed.

'It can never coexist. But...'

Now, he had to do even what was thought to be impossible.

In Zhang Sanfeng's mind, the martial art of a woman, the Blood Pole, slowly flashed by.

The circulating Taiji and the Blood Pole that has an end.

'If what cannot coexist coexists, it will be like the two principles.'

Woong...!

At that moment, a strange resonance sound rang from Zhang Sanfeng's sword.

In the instant that Namgung Jehyun's king's sword was pressing down, the Taiji began to reverse.

A reversal that goes against the existing flow.

However, even that reversal was once again converged into the large circle of Taiji.

Two flows that could never get along coexisted at the tip of the sword.

Kagagang!!

The absolute king's sword, unbelievably, slipped into the empty air.

"Haa... ha. I did it."

Zhang Sanfeng's arm holding the sword was trembling like crazy.

Although he had completely broken the sword, the damage that came from the absolute realm could not be completely blocked.

"Hah."

Namgung Jehyun looked at his sword for a moment and let out a sigh of admiration.

The one who had blocked the absolute king's sword.

The sword of Taiji that had not existed until now.

This is.

"The realm of creating a new school."

In a state where both the position of an enemy and the position of a father and son were all gone, Namgung Jehyun was purely admiring.

"I will pay my respects, Taiji Sword God."

Namgung Jehyun raised his sword again.

"If only a few years had passed, you would have proudly made a mark in history, but to fall like this is a pity."

It was certain that Zhang Sanfeng had stepped into the realm of creating a new school.

But the difference in realm was absolute. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Kaang!

Every time he deflected the sword, Zhang Sanfeng's condition grew worse.

In the end, Zhang Sanfeng's arm went limp.

"Fare... well."

Towards such a Zhang Sanfeng, the king's sword came down.

At that time.

"Namgung Jehyun!!"

A hegemonic aura that had not existed in this place until now flew towards Namgung Jehyun.

Before the clash between Shaolin and the alliance, at the Heavenly Mountains.

"We have to go to Shaolin before it's too late!!"

"First, calm down. You haven't even fully recovered."

Baek Sowol was struggling to somehow calm down Hyunjun Hyun, who was insisting on going to Shaolin.

-This is!!

-Report quickly!!

It was tiring enough with just Hyunjun Hyun, who seemed about to rush out at any moment, but it was also noisy outside.

Baek Sowol's head ached.

Towards the room where Baek Sowol and Hyunjun Hyun were, someone was quickly approaching with small footsteps.

Druk.

The one who opened the door was Tang Yuhwa.

"Heavenly Demon."

As soon as she opened the door, Tang Yuhwa immediately looked for Baek Sowol.

At that time, Hyunjun Hyun, who had been making a fuss, turned his gaze to Tang Yuhwa, who had suddenly opened the door and entered.

"Oh! It's the young lady I saw then! It's been a long time!"

Although he had only met her once before, Hyunjun Hyun immediately recognized Tang Yuhwa and greeted her warmly.

"Nice to meet you. But I'm a little busy right now."

Tang Yuhwa received the greeting appropriately and approached Baek Sowol, pulling her arm.

"What's with you now? What's the problem?"

"The patients who had bugs planted in their hearts have turned into jiangshi."

"What?"

"The jiangshi that have turned so have suddenly started to rush out."

Although she looked nonchalant due to Tang Yuhwa's unique toneless tone, for some reason, a sense of urgency was evident.

Realizing that it was no ordinary matter, Baek Sowol immediately left the room.

"Let's talk about the elder's story later."

"This humble old man will also follow."

Hyunjun Hyun also followed Baek Sowol and left the room.

What came into the eyes of those who had left the room was.

"Block them!!"

"The Sichuan Divine Doctor has instructed! Martial artists with high martial arts are to track the people showing signs of madness!"

It was a mess outside.

Perhaps because Tang Yuhwa had given instructions on how to respond, it was being sorted out to some extent.

At the center of that was Ju Wol-lyang, who had come to the Heavenly Mountains with Baek Sowol before and was now serving as a staff officer.

"We have the Heavenly Demon! Do not doubt and just move as instructed by the Sichuan Divine Doctor she has brought!"

Although Ju Wol-lyang did not particularly believe in religion, he was a person who knew well how to move people.

His talent, which had not been revealed when he was a caravan member, began to be displayed here, and he was in charge of practical affairs, helping Baek Sowol, who was inexperienced in matters other than martial arts.

"You have come."

As soon as Ju Wol-lyang saw Baek Sowol, he bowed his head.

At the same time, the residents of the Heavenly Mountains who had discovered Baek Sowol knelt down and bowed their heads.

"Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long, long live!!"

"Enough! Since it is an urgent situation now, I will hear the situation first."

Baek Sowol restrained the residents who were bowing their heads.

Although she had never ordered it, perhaps due to the influence of the previous leader, the residents were fanatically following Baek Sowol.

'This will also be fixed someday.'

Baek Sowol turned her gaze from the residents, to whom she was still not accustomed, and looked at Ju Wol-lyang.

"The situation?"

"I have divided the martial artists of the Heavenly Mountains, quickly confined those who have had seizures, and instructed them to track those who have already shown signs of madness, leaving a messenger every ten zhang."

"I understand. Then I will also..."

Ju Wol-lyang, who had been about to say 'I will also', hurriedly whispered in Baek Sowol's ear.

"I told you before. When you refer to yourself, you must refer to yourself as 'this seat'."

At Ju Wol-lyang's advice, Baek Sowol frowned for a moment, but she soon regained her composure.

'Since I have decided to lead them.'

Baek Sowol fixed her expression and stood proudly.

"This seat will also immediately enter the pursuit. The direction?"

"If you go out through the main gate, you will be fine."

"I understand."

Leaving behind the satisfied-looking Ju Wol-lyang, Baek Sowol began to chase after the residents who had become jiangshi.

"I'm going too."

Behind her, Tang Yuhwa and Hyunjun Hyun followed.

"The Heavenly Demon is setting out! Follow her!"

A part of the martial artists of the Heavenly Mountains followed.

Having grasped the direction through the messengers in the middle, Baek Sowol continued to track the residents who had become jiangshi.

Since there were many, she subdued or cut them down and continued to move.

And so, after moving for several days and nights, Baek Sowol's party was able to sort things out to some extent after moving a considerable distance.

"I'm going to die."

Since she had moved a long distance with lightness skill almost without rest, Tang Yuhwa, whose martial arts were relatively low, was completely exhausted.

"Since the cleanup is over, let's rest for a while and then return to the Heavenly Mountains."

"Tsk, tsk, young people these days are so weak."

Since everyone in the party except for Baek Sowol, Tang Yuhwa, and Hyunjun Hyun was exhausted and limp, Baek Sowol had no choice but to order a rest.

And so, as they were barely catching their breath.

A group of martial artists approached Baek Sowol's party.

And at the forefront of that group of martial artists.

"Senior brother?"

"Junior sister?"

Baek Sowol was reunited with Zhuge Hyun after several years.

At the chance meeting, they stared blankly at each other.

The one who opened her mouth first was Baek Sowol.

"The martial artists behind you, senior brother..."

Baek Sowol scanned the martial artists led by Zhuge Hyun and then discovered a flag fluttering in the center.

"The Zhuge family clan?"

At the name of a family clan she had never heard of, Baek Sowol looked at Zhuge Hyun with a puzzled expression.

Zhuge Hyun looked at Baek Sowol and smiled crookedly.

"Let's put the joy of reunion aside for a moment. Since there is a more urgent matter now."

"What? I asked first..."

Zhuge Hyun, not minding Baek Sowol's words at all, pointed at a distant mountain that was visible to the naked eye.

"Go up Mount Song right now."

"What? Is that Mount Song?"

"Hurry!"

"No, why me?"

"Ahem! Are you going to disobey the words of your sky-like senior brother?"

As Zhuge Hyun raised his voice, Baek Sowol's body flinched reflexively.

Although her body had grown a lot and she was now leading a large group in the Heavenly Mountains, the fear that had been imprinted on her body when she had been with Zhuge Hyun was something she could not do anything about.

"No, I'll go! Senior brother is always picking on me..."

Zhuge Hyun looked at Baek Sowol, who was grumbling but hurrying with her preparations, and his lips curled up crookedly.

"It will not be a bad opportunity for you either. Go and broaden that narrow view of yours a little."

Baek Sowol, who had not heard Zhuge Hyun's muttering, grumbled for a long time and returned to her party.

The exhausted Tang Yuhwa struggled to get up from her seat and approached Baek Sowol, asking.

"Who is he?"

"He's a senior brother who learned under the same master as me..."

"He looks ill-tempered."

"He is ill-tempered."

At Tang Yuhwa's whispered words, Baek Sowol immediately agreed without a moment's hesitation.

Although it was a whispered conversation to themselves, the whisper was clearly heard in the ears of Zhuge Hyun, who had surpassed the transcendent.

But Zhuge Hyun was not interested in the content of the conversation.

His interest was Tang Yuhwa.

'According to the information, she's the third junior sister.'

Zhuge Hyun quietly listened to Baek Sowol and Tang Yuhwa's conversation and observed their appearance.

'Do they not know that they are from the same school?'

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed they did not know that they had studied under the same master.

Zhuge Hyun looked at the backs of the two junior sisters who were moving away and chuckled.

It seemed he could see them bickering without even knowing that they were from the same school.

'Should I give them a hint... but let's not.'

There might be a deep meaning of the master. And above all.

'The expressions they will make when they find out each other's identities later will be quite a sight.'

Zhuge Hyun smiled mischievously and sent a sound transmission.

-You're so slow! Are you a snail?!

-Ah! I'm going! I'm going! But what am I supposed to do when I get there?

-You'll know when you get there.

Zhuge Hyun looked at Baek Sowol, who was grumbling through the sound transmission as if it were natural, and smiled gently.

'Brat. Still, her martial arts accomplishment has deepened quite a bit.'

Leaving behind the pleased Zhuge Hyun, Baek Sowol's party departed for Mount Song.

And the remaining Zhuge Hyun.

"Then, now, shall we go and catch the rat of the Sima surname?"

He led the martial artists of the Zhuge family clan and moved his feet to a village near Mount Song.

(End of Chapter)