Chapter 79: The Dao (5)
The Azure Thunder Sect Leader felt like he was going crazy. To put it crudely, he was shitting bricks.
That man, the Young Master of the Namgung Clan... was unbelievably strong. Already hundreds of demonic creatures had fallen to his hands.
But how long could this momentum last?
The Azure Thunder Sect Leader gritted his teeth.
If that Young Master were to die here, he wouldn’t have the confidence to face the wrath of the Namgung Clan that followed.
“Everyone! Maintain formation and provide support! Wipe them all out!”
“Yes!”
However, the morale of the disciples was higher than ever. The full power of a Transcendent Realm master was unfolding before their very eyes.
It was like something out of their dreams, and a strange longing flickered in their eyes.
Meanwhile, Seojun danced within the hazy mist.
Casting aside reason, his body twisted and moved on pure instinct.
Swoosh!
A demonic creature’s claws brushed past the tip of his nose.
Seojun felt strangely disconnected as he moved his own body, as if observing himself from a third-person perspective.
Schwing.
He drew his sword, executing the Wang family blade technique.
The golden sword force unleashed, slicing the demonic creatures to pieces.
The plum blossoms in the surroundings had already dispersed, and the moment he realized this, he threw away his sword.
Thud!
The sword embedded deeply into a demonic creature’s head. Seojun spread both hands and grabbed the heads of the demonic creatures.
Crackle!
The qi absorbed through the Supreme Law of Essence Absorption rippled in both hands.
Why do I only have two arms? Can’t I have more?
Four more arms sprouted behind him following this fleeting thought. Arms made of pitch-black demonic qi.
Each arm grabbed demonic creatures and drained their qi.
He left the innate true qi in his arms and absorbed the rest into his body.
His heart swelled in ecstasy as a weightless sensation surged through him. In pure euphoria, his six arms danced through the air.
His original arms pulled out the sword stuck in a demonic creature’s head, while the arms made of demonic qi each formed a hand seal.
Heaven-Defying Sun-Moon Art. A reverse taiji distorted, sucking in the surrounding space.
Primordial Sun-Moon Art. The taiji distorted, expanding to the point of bursting.
His qi detection grasped everything on the battlefield.
Allies charging in. Demonic creatures facing them. Demonic creatures ignoring others and pouncing on him. Demonic creatures waiting for an opportunity. Demonic creatures. Demonic creatures.
How annoying.
Clicking his tongue at the presence of allies, he threw the taiji far away.
BOOM────────!!!
A massive explosion occurred. Then he extended the arm holding the reverse taiji.
Flash──────────
Qi shot forth in a straight line, obliterating everything in its path.
After infusing his sword with the demonic qi that had formed his arms, he leaped high into the air.
Spinning midair to survey the ground below, he immediately unleashed nine swift sword strikes.
Yellow Dragon Ascends.
Nine golden dragons plunged into the earth below.
Dust clouds erupted as demon creatures were blown apart, and cheers of triumph rose from the humans on the battlefield.
Seojun ignored the sounds entering his ears and spread his right hand wide.
He had barely tapped into his own inner qi. Drawing power from his qi-filled dantian, he channeled it into his right hand.
He didn’t hesitate to use demonic qi. Even if anyone present spread rumors, they wouldn’t find a single drop of demonic qi in him.
In fact, he could execute any accusers for false allegations.
But why should such a thing happen in the first place?
Can someone’s good or evil be judged solely by the qi they use?
What is good and what is evil in the first place?
Is a mother who steals food for her child on the brink of starvation evil? Is a soldier who shoots dozens of enemy soldiers for his country evil? Is someone who exploits others without breaking society’s rules good?
These are merely concepts created by humans. The heavens do not care about human notions of good and evil. Even less so about distinctions that vary with each individual’s standards.
Thus, there can be no good or evil in mere qi.
He raised his head and looked ahead.
A single path emerged, full of twists and turns.
The Dao (Way).
Martial artists generally divide this Dao into three:
The Orthodox Path, the Unorthodox Path, and the Demonic Path.
The White Path and Black Path are just different names for the Orthodox and Unorthodox.
But in Seojun’s eyes, there were not three paths, but only one complete path.
It cannot be defined as orthodox, unorthodox, or demonic.
Who can judge and define me? Only I have that right.
What does it matter if the whole world points fingers? I will simply walk my own path.
Though the world may try to break me, as long as I do not forget my own path, that is enough.
That is the Dao.
He took one step forward.
It was a step within his inner world, a progression of his existence, and the cheer of a pioneer who had found his path.
A bright smile settled on Seojun’s lips.
“Do you know the Dao?”
Black demonic qi gathered in his right hand. Still suspended in mid-air, he thrust his palm forward. The Black Hand Great Demonic Palm.
BOOM──────!!
A giant palm print was engraved on the ground. Monster qi leaked from the crushed corpses of demonic creatures.
Seojun fell into the center and absorbed all the qi.
“Namu Amitabha.”
He lifted his right foot high and stomped down.
Azure Sky Step.
Dozens of demonic creatures burst and died under the crushing pressure.
This one’s not usable yet.
The efficiency was garbage. He immediately discarded it and ran forward with his sword.
As he swung his sword at will, demonic creatures were cut to pieces.
“Yahoo!”
He danced among the dismembered corpses. His sword moved unhindered, drawing beautiful arcs, and the qi resonating with it naturally stirred up, scattering plum blossoms profusely.
At the same time, he filled his toes with yang qi and spread it.
Blaze────────!!
The yang qi spread like flames, burning the demonic creatures.
However, stronger individuals soon gathered. They broke through the flames and charged at Seojun.
Yin-Yang Reversal.
Crackle────────!!
The charging demonic creatures froze in place. Yet some still broke through the ice and bared their fangs.
Seojun smiled brightly.
“Too bad.”
His mental energy erupted outward. While maintaining an iron grip on the surrounding inner qi, he began its rapid transformation.
Ten Cycles Yin-Yang Reversal.
Yin and yang reversed over ten times. It looked as if red and blue lights were flickering instantaneously.
The demonic creatures that had been repeatedly freezing and burning turned to ash, and Seojun chuckled.
His stress just completely melted away.
*Hwan Baeho, fighting among martial artists from various sects, blankly watched Seojun’s rampage.
Plum blossoms bloomed, a giant palm fell, lights flashed, and arms sprouting from his back crushed demonic creatures.
Even for a Transcendent Realm...
Is this possible? It’s as if his inner qi is infinite.
The rapid transformation of different types of inner qi made it seem as if not one, but over a dozen martial artists were performing a joint formation.
He even thought he sensed demonic qi, though it might have been his imagination...
“Hup!”
What blasphemous thoughts! Hwan Baeho shook his head and swung his sword at the demonic creature before him.
Swoosh!
It’s impossible. Can’t you feel such pure inner qi? It could never coexist with demonic qi.
“Phew...”
After cutting down countless demonic creatures, none dared to approach him anymore.
They only looked at Seojun, disregarding their lives as they charged at him.
It’s strange. Even demonic creatures usually flee when they sense no chance of victory.
Hwan Baeho sighed and once again blankly stared at Seojun.
A green demon suddenly swelled up as if enlightened, becoming a giant about 7 zhang (about 21m) tall, but Seojun grabbed the giant’s arms with both hands and used the four arms sprouting from his back to create two murky orbs which he shoved into the giant’s mouth.
BOOM────────!!!
The giant blew up along with a massive explosion.
Hwan Baeho suddenly looked around.
All the surrounding martial artists were blankly staring at Seojun without exception.
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Thump, thump, his heart pounded. This is a Transcendent Realm martial artist, the Young Master of the Namgung Clan.
His mastery of qi seemed to reach the heavens, and with qi arts beyond the realm of man, even thousands of demonic creatures couldn’t withstand him.
“Heavenly True Qi...”
At Hwan Baeho’s unconsciously uttered words, the surrounding martial artists cheered.
“Heavenly True Qi...”
“Wow......!!”
“As expected of the Namgung Clan...!”
Looking again, the Azure Thunder Sect Leader was jumping up and down in place, shouting.
“Heavenly True Qi...! Heavenly True Qi...!”
Hwan Baeho, quickly regaining his senses at the surrounding spectacle, shook his head.
And then, light flashed in the sky and a person appeared riding a sword.
“Kyaaah...! Th-The Azure Sky Sword Venerable...!”
Hwan Baeho’s eyes widened at the Azure Thunder Sect Leader’s cheer sounding like he might pass out.
“Clan Head!?”
Namgung Jincheon had appeared.
*After rampaging to his heart’s content, all the surrounding demonic creatures had died.
Seojun sat cross-legged in the air, supported by the four arms sprouting from his back, silently looking at the three flowers blooming behind his head.
“Hey friend, you’ve grown a lot more eyeballs, huh?”
The countless eyeballs on the petals blinked.
— Kyung?
The stems, wriggling like tentacles, cutely squirmed and acted coy with Seojun.
“How cute.”
Seojun grinned, but his expression quickly hardened.
A massive qi brushed the edge of his qi detection and by the time he became aware, it was already before his eyes.
“Uh, um... Father-in-law...?”
He quickly dispersed the arms made of demonic qi and converted all energy into primordial qi, but he knew it was already too late.
His own Dao. It sounded nice.
But it would be better to abandon the thought that it would work in front of an Unrestrained Realm martial artist.
What should I do? Hopefully Chunbong wouldn’t be affected?
As Seojun kept his mouth shut, Namgung Jincheon tilted his head.
“Why are you like that...?”
“Huh?”
Huh? Did he really not see?
“Is it because of the demonic qi...?”
Guess not.
Seojun rolled his eyes. It seemed he was screwed.
There’s a saying that when people die, Chunbong’s chubby cheeks come to greet and welcome them. I really like this story.
No, wait. Chunbong shouldn’t be there.
I take that back. My Chunbong will live a long, long life.
“There’s no need to be so tense... People can use some demonic qi too...”
“Yes?”
Seojun blinked, suddenly realizing what he meant and his eyes widened.
“As expected of my father-in-law!”
“Of course, it may become troublesome if you show it elsewhere...”
“Oh come on, I wouldn’t do that.”
“Then it is fine...”
Namgung Jincheon, truly—coolly, turned his head, and stared at the demonic creature corpses strewn all around.
“I came when I received the message just in case... but as expected, there was no real problem...”
“Ah, did you come all this way because of me?”
“I can’t have anything happen to my son-in-law, can I...?”
Father-in-law’s face is shining...!
Father-in-law who was riding on mother-in-law, dismounted from her and lifted her up. Talking about the sword there.
“First... I’ll clean up these corpses...”
“Ah, if there are any inner cores, could you leave them for me?”
“Sure...”
Namgung Jincheon swung his sword down and dyed the ground the color of the sky.
Shudder! When the startled Seojun looked around, the demonic creature corpses had already cleanly vanished.
In other words, Namgung Jincheon had the ability to clean up a demonic creature flood in a single strike.
“Oh...”
So this is the Unrestrained Realm.
Seojun blankly received inner cores from Namgung Jincheon.
“Oh, thank you.”
“It’s nothing...”
— Kyaaa...!
After briefly watching the Azure Thunder Sect Leader collapse while cheering, Seojun asked Namgung Jincheon.
“Um, since you’re here, could you give me a ride?”
Namgung Jincheon made a troubled expression.
“Even if you are my son-in-law, riding my wife would be rather... improper...”
“Ah.”
That’s certainly a big problem.
“How about if I hold your hand and hang on?”
“That’s no problem...”
“Woo!”
We’ll get home in no time at this rate.
When I get back, it’s straight to a date with Chunbong.