Invitation to the Chatroom of the Gods - Chapter 115



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Episode 115 – Hyeonshin Tutoring (2)

Yang Jong-cheon, a shaman’s follow-up index, suddenly appears at the Yukryongsambonghoe.

All of the Six Dragons and Three Peaks members looked at Yang Jong-cheon with faces mixed with bewilderment and wonder.

Although he has now withdrawn, he was once a colleague and leader of the Chilryongsambonghoe.

“How much is this?”

“Are you planning to come back again?”

Everyone’s faces brightened with confusion and wonder for a moment, and they welcomed Yang Jong-cheon.

Yang Jong-cheon looked over each of the six dragons and three peaks’ reviewers one by one and slowly opened his mouth.

“Seeing you guys, who were busy playing and eating, practicing martial arts, it seems like you guys can’t get used to it.”

The colors on the faces of the Six Dragons and Three Peaks members disappeared. The happy atmosphere also cooled and became awkward.

However, in order to lighten the mood, Haenam’s later index and Gwachoa tried to smile and said.

“I used to be like that before, when I didn’t know what was going on. But I came to my senses after receiving teachings from Hwa-ryong Dae-hyeop.”

“Hwa-ryong-dae-hyeop?”

As soon as Yang Jong-cheon’s gaze turned to Gwa-cho-ah, a smirk formed.

“When did you not say that I was just a simple teacher from a remote rural area?”

“That······. It used to be like that. But not anymore. Now, we all truly respect and follow the Great Swordsman of Hwalong.”

“I respect and follow that guy named Cheongun······.”

Yang Jong-cheon shook his head from side to side and continued speaking.

“If someone saw it, they would think it was not the Yukryongsambonghoe but the ‘Yukgyeonhoe (Six Dogs Association)’.”

“What are you trying to say?”

The late Shaolin’s index, Tak Bo-hui, stepped forward.

The expressions on the faces of the later index members facing Yang Jong-cheon had all become stiff.

“They say a rolling stone gathers no moss, but even so, old feelings still exist, and it’s cruel.”

“I am enduring it because of that old friendship.”

At Tak Bo-hwi’s chilling momentum, Yang Jong-cheon spread out both his hands as if it was a joke. However, no one took it as a joke.

“If you have nothing to say, please go back.”

Yang Jong-cheon shrugged his shoulders at Tak Bo-hui’s request. Then he took out a few pieces of paper from his bosom and handed them to Tak Bo-hui.

“···What is this?”

Instead of answering, Yang Jong-cheon gestured as if to tell him to read it. Tak Bo-hwi took the paper, unfolded it, and looked at its contents.

“What is this······?”

“These are the atrocities you committed during the days of the Chilryongsambonghoe. I only covered up the ones that would be embarrassing if the sect found out.”

The followers of the Six Dragons and Three Peaks Society gathered around Yang Jong-cheon’s words.

And everyone looked at the contents of the paper, and just as Yang Jong-cheon had said, it was filled with the atrocities committed by the Six Dragons and Three Bongs in the past.

Such as frequenting the pubs, stealing things, or gambling.

Things that happened when I thought I was great, and things I did when I was foolish during my time at Chilryongsambonghoe.

There were no crimes that went as far as murder, but there were also quite a few that went beyond the limits of temper.

Now, these are things that can be understood as immature behavior······.

“I wonder what will happen if your sect finds out about this.”

These were things that were not permitted for the ‘review index’ of the old file room.

The term “latest index” refers to a person of the highest caliber in a sect. And a “long-term person” is someone who represents a sect.

Talent is talent, but you also have to have the right character.

If that was the case even within a single sect, the standards for the later generations of the Gupa Ilbang, who commanded the world, were even stricter.

If the contents of this paper were known, it could be considered a serious matter that could lead to the removal of the position of a later index member, and in severe cases, the member could be expelled from the sect and even have to give up his position as a Jinsan disciple.

Thus, the later members of the Six Dragons and Three Peaks Society were finally able to understand the reason why Yang Jong-cheon came to see them.

“Are you going to keep squirming under that Cheongun guy?”

It was a kind of ‘threat’.

It was unclear what exactly Yang Jong-cheon wanted, but it seemed like he was trying to bring down Cheong-un in some way.

It was not difficult to see that it was Yang Jong-chan’s scheme to pressure Cheong-un by moving the old-fashioned faction called Yukryongsambonghoe.

“I don’t mean for you to come under me. I just mean for you to go back to being equals like you were before, the Seven Dragons and Three Peaks.”

If you don’t follow Yang Jong-cheon, things will become more complicated than expected.

That is why it is not an easy question to answer.

But the answer came faster than expected.

“It was when I was receiving one-on-one instruction from Hwa-ryong Daehyeop at the Moorim Alliance.”

A refreshing voice was suddenly heard. When I looked, there was a beautiful woman with impressive blue eyes standing there quietly.

The late index of Kunlun, Jonalin.

“There was a time when Lady Namgung Yerin came to see Hwalongdaehyeop.”

Yang Jong-cheon’s body flinched and trembled at the mention of Namgung Ye-rin. Yang Jong-cheon had been interested in Namgung Ye-rin since the days of Chilryongsambonghoe.

Judging from the reaction, I could tell right away that his feelings were still the same.

“But the Great Swordsman Hwa-ryong wasn’t there, and Young Lady Ye-rin had no choice but to ask me to tell her that she was leaving first.”

Jonalin’s answer was more like a random story than an answer. I couldn’t figure out what she meant, but Jonalin continued talking.

“But I didn’t tell that to Hwa-ryong Daehyeop. Instead, I hid from Hwa-ryong Daehyeop the fact that Young Lady Ye-rin was leaving.”

Jonarin’s long eyelashes slightly lowered. Her eyes, visible through them, were filled with vague regret.

“Eventually, the Great Swordsman Hwa-ryong sensed something was wrong and questioned me later, and I ended up confessing everything. And I was willing to accept any punishment. Just like Prince Yang Jong-cheon, I had been caught in a weak spot.”

“······.”

“But do you know what the Great Swordsman Hwa-ryong told me? He said it was possible. He even thanked me for being honest with him now.”

Jonalin took a deep breath and continued speaking.

“Hwalongdaehyeop understood and forgave even my greedy actions.”

“······.”

“I found out later that it was a situation where my relationship with Lady Yerin could have ended completely because of me. The Great Swordsman Hwa-ryong had done me a favor, but I had repaid it with resentment.

“······.”

“But even so, Master Hwa-ryong didn’t criticize it. He didn’t even threaten it like Prince Yang Jong-cheon did.”

“······.”

“Prince Yang Jong-cheon. Do you know the difference between Hwa-ryong Dae-hyeop and Prince Yang Jong-cheon?”

Jonarin’s two eyes turned towards Yang Jong-cheon.

“When Confucius Yang Jong-cheon knows his opponent’s weakness, he swings it without hesitation.”

“······.”

“But that’s not the case with Hwa-ryong Daehyeop. When he finds out about his opponent’s weakness, he protects them instead.”

“······.”

“Prince Yang Jong-cheon thus turns his opponent into an enemy. However, Great Swordsman Hwa-ryong embraces his opponent and makes him his own.”

Jonarin’s eyes suddenly grew cold. Her blue eyes seemed to be filled with a cold chill, as if they were filled with ice.

“Your Majesty, do you still not understand what I am saying?”

Yang Jong-cheon quietly looked up and looked at Jonarin. Her blue eyes seemed to contain a calm lake.

It was as clear and calm as a clear mirror and still water, as if it represented her mind and state.

And that was when it happened.

“Prince Yang Jong-cheon. What you are saying is that Confucius has made me his enemy.”

Kwaaaa …

A silent aura radiated from Jonarin’s entire body.

“······!”

Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes opened wide for a moment.

At the same time, cold sweat ran down my cheeks.

That would be the case, given the momentum of Jonarin that is currently weighing down Yang Jong-cheon.

······different.

The Jonalin that Yang Jong-cheon remembers and the Jonalin of now are so different.

Jonarin was a latecomer who was at the bottom of the Chilryongsambonghoe in the past. To be honest, it was embarrassing to even call him a ‘latecomer’.

But not now.

Phew, trembling hands.

Yang Jong-cheon couldn’t easily withstand Jonarin’s momentum right now. That’s why he couldn’t even guess Jonarin’s level.

In just a few months······, Jonalin had become a completely different person.

What on earth did that guy Cheongun teach you?

What did you learn from that guy Cheongun?

“······!!”

Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes continued to grow bigger.

“I think of old feelings and will take my leave for today.”

And then I heard a voice that was so cold and ruthless.

“But next time we meet again, don’t expect any more old feelings.”

With those words, Jonalin slowly left the room.

Only then did the pressure that had been squeezing Yang Jong-cheon’s entire body subside, and Yang Jong-cheon felt a sense of liberation, as if his blocked breathing had been relieved.

But apart from the sense of liberation, Yang Jong-cheon was stuck in place and did not move. He could not move.

Following Jonarin, the other members of the Six Dragons Three Peaks Association also left one by one.

As they passed by Yang Jong-cheon, everyone gave them the same cold gaze as Jonarin.

Their eyes each held different emotions. However, they all had one thing in common: hostility towards Yang Jong-cheon.

The Six Dragons and Three Bongs no longer considered Yang Jong-cheon to be their ‘former colleague.’

Crunch!

Yang Jong-cheon’s two fists clenched roughly on their own.

“Cheongun···!”

At first, I thought he was just a teacher from a remote rural area.

There were rumors about a snake or something from Gangseo Province.

But even so, I thought of it as just a remote village snake, an insignificant creature that couldn’t even bite the Yeouiju.

But now that country bumpkin was shaking up the whole world.

Now, wherever he went in the world, Cheongun’s name was heard.

Namgung Yerin, who had been in love with him, was fixated on Cheongun.

The emperor was favoring Cheongun, ignoring even the unwritten law of inviolability of official duties.

And now, even the Six Dragons and Three Phoenixes were dying for Cheongun.

What the hell, what the hell is that guy?

“Cheongun···!!”

Crunch!

Blood flowed down from the nails dug into his flesh beneath his tightly clenched fist.

Reason flared and burned with anger.

At the same time, a woman appeared from one corner.

A woman with a pale face and no trace of blood. She was a woman of elegant beauty, but rather than elegance, there was an inexplicable ominousness about her.

Yang Jong-cheon closed his eyes calmly. He cooled down his reason, which was filled with anger.

A shaman who can be said to be the leader of the Gupailbang that commands the world.

Yang Jong-cheon was a later shaman, and the shaman was Yang Jong-cheon, and Yang Jong-cheon was the shaman.

That’s why originally, Yang Jong-cheon was supposed to take them.

Winning the Yongbongjihoe and shaking up the world, embracing Namgung Yerin, receiving the emperor’s favor, and leading the Six Dragons and Three Peaks, all of this.

It was an honor and right that Yang Jong-cheon, the shaman’s later index, should have enjoyed.

so······.

“I accept that offer.”

This was simply a matter of regaining what had been taken away.

* * *

“Haa···! Haa···!”

I couldn’t come to my senses because my breath was rising to the tip of my chin. I’m not joking, let’s go! I was confident I would faint right away.

But I couldn’t do that because of the man standing in front of me with his hands behind his back.

Hair that is a harmonious mix of black and gray-white.

An outfit that is elegant yet neat.

The clear eyes contained traces of the years that had passed, and the wrinkles visible around the eyes seemed to be the site of quiet experiences.

That man, who looked like a noble middle-aged scholar, was Wang Zhongyang, the founder of the Jeonjin School, which can be said to be the origin of all Taoist schools today.

Wang Zhongyang was able to appear thanks to my merits.

And the reason why Wang Joongyang appeared instead of Yeo Dongbin or Goo Cheon-hyeon-nyeo is-.

-Concentrate, youngest.

Suddenly, I heard Wang Zhongyang’s voice. I woke up with a start. I quickly looked up and saw Wang Zhongyang’s new figure disappear in an instant.

‘Where?’

The sense of smell was raised momentarily. However, it was not properly recognized. To be exact, there were thousands of afterimages.

As a result, it is not clear who the real Wang Zhongyang is.

Is it an illusion? No.

I quickly shook my head. This wasn’t an illusion from Senior Hwa-go-tong. That’s why those afterimages weren’t illusions or anything like that.

That is a spatial distortion caused by ‘fun’.

By taking the pleasure of speed to the extreme, space itself was distorted to create an afterimage. As a result, the axis of space and time was twisted, and my sense of energy was also forcibly twisted.

‘Is that possible?’

······Honestly, I wonder if I’m crazy.

I too have mastered the art of pleasure, but I never dreamed of something like that. It would be more accurate to say that I never imagined it.

Wang Zhongyang’s happiness was on a completely different level.

Wang Zhongyang’s sword was shot through the axis of the twisted space-time.

There was no sound. The sound could not keep up with Wang Zhongyang’s pleasure.

I immediately twisted my waist. However, Wang Zhongyang’s sword had already cut into my side, cutting a long line.

Red blood spurting out with a slap!

Fortunately, the incarnation of Wang Joong-yang was different from the incarnation of Goocheon Hyeon-nyeo.

The incarnation of the Nine Heavenly Women was closer to the ‘descent’ of the Nine Heavenly Women coming down to the secular world, and Wang Zhongyang was just a ‘manifestation’ that appeared in appearance.

Therefore, Wang Zhongyang was a fantasy-like being that did not exist in reality.

It could be said that he was a being created through some kind of illusionary magic, and because of that, Wang Zhongyang’s actions had no effect on the secular world.

But that wasn’t the case for me.

Wang Zhongyang could not interfere with anything in the secular world, but he could only interfere with me.

And the illusion that completely interfered with me had to be seen as a distorted reality and reality only to me.

“Ugh···!”

I took a deep breath at the sharp pain. Blood dripped from my cut side. It was only then that I heard the sound of a slash!

It was only now that I heard the sound of Wang Zhongyang’s sword cutting into my side.

The pleasure of ridiculous speed.

This was the part where you could immediately see where the sword technique of the point window originated.

Before I could even come to my senses, Wang Zhongyang’s sword shot out again.

This time, no sound was heard. But this time, it was not so loud that I couldn’t respond.

Wang Zhongyang’s speed couldn’t even keep up with the sound, but just being fast wasn’t necessarily good.

Speed ​​is just linear and simple. That level of extreme pleasure cannot contain any change.

Of course, if it is that level of extreme pleasure, there would be no need for any changes, but there is a limit.

······If it was just ordinary pleasure, it definitely should have been like that.

-This is the ultimate pleasure mixed with martial arts, youngest.

Wang Zhongyang’s hand moved. The direction of the extreme pleasure that was shot faster than sound changed. The single beam of light that was shot at first suddenly split into several branches.

Pavababababak!

A feast of sword strikes that pierces through the entire space without a single gap.

It seems like an illusion of pleasure, and there is no room to avoid it, and I don’t even think about avoiding it.

‘What the heck······.’

There really was no such thing as nonsense. No, how am I supposed to avoid and deal with that!

It was a pleasure that the concept of avoiding or responding did not apply.

Of course, that was what I was learning. It was also something I had to do.

But does that make sense?

······As expected, there was a world of difference between learning it through text and learning it directly.

“town!”

I took a deep breath and drew up my internal energy. By taking the Heavenly Peach, I gained an enormous amount of internal energy that could last for a hundred years.

It burns and circulates through my whole body.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As I detonated the Hosin Ganggi, hot flames swept across the area. As a result, a small gap opened in the space that had been piercing without any gaps.

I lowered my posture as much as possible and moved my body. However, Wang Zhongyang caught up with me in an instant.

Wang Zhongyang’s technique based on extreme pleasure. The speed that surpasses sound fiercely pursues me. It distorts space once again and disrupts my energy.

Wang Zhongyang’s method was so excellent that it could interfere with space, but it did not transcend space itself.

Based on extreme speed, it simply ‘distorts’ space.

However, this iron monster’s body method is different.

Even in the celestial world, no one can match the divine law of Lee Cheol-goe, and it is truly a divine law, as if it were transcending space itself.

Flash! The distorted space returns to its original place with my movements.

-You’re doing quite well, youngest.

Wang Zhongyang finally gave up chasing me. With this, the momentum turned to my side. I turned my body and kicked the ground.

He exploded the internal energy of his danjeon and put all that power into his dragon fang.

Huruk, huruk!

The internal energy contained in the dragon’s head turned into flames and burned fiercely.

Taeeul Seonmu Sword, the second sword of the thousand-year sword.

A large flame of flame rose from the swinging sword and covered Wang Zhongyang with a heavy aura.

Even Wang Joong-yang would have a hard time dealing with this.

But contrary to expectations, Wang Zhongyang did not back down even a single step from his spot.

Wang Zhongyang took a step forward. He lifted his outstretched foot up and stamped it on the floor as if he was taking a step forward.

Kwaaang! As Wang Zhongyang trampled the ground, strong energy burst out in all directions.

The flames that had engulfed Wang Zhongyang were swept away by the erupting river.

Just one step.

Wang Zhongyang completely changed the momentum with just that.

By capturing the mystery of weight in one ‘step’.

“······.”

I’m at a loss for words.

-Get rid of the idea that you can only carry heaviness in your sword, youngest.

At that moment, Wang Zhongyang’s words suddenly came to mind.

One of the six basic characteristics of a sword, weight.

But what is the nature of weight? Is it the basic principle of the sword?

No, it is heavy.

The only difference is the weight. It is the heaviness that all beings made of matter have.

The basic principle of the sword is to simply take the weight that already exists and put it into it.

Weight can and does exist everywhere in the universe.

Sudden enlightenment filled my mind.

The second stage of the five-stage Cheon-dun-geom method.

The process of completely understanding the basic principles of the sword and breaking away from them, Jin (眞).

Regarding this, Yeo Dong-bin said this:

All conditions, causes and effects are interdependent and interrelated.

Because this exists, that exists; because that arises, this arises; because that dies, this dies.

The interrelationship between this and that is not an independent and unchanging entity.

In this way, all things in the world are one and whole, and the whole is one.

The next state of the true Cheon-dun sword technique is to put such principles into the form of a sword and unfold the technique.

At first I thought, what the hell is this?

Actually, I still honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.

But now, the heavy weight that Wang Joongyang has spread.

Wang Joong-yang was unfolding the concept of weight as an essential ‘concept’ rather than a theory.

So, the teaching is that everything is connected.

-Hoo.

Suddenly, Wang Zhongyang’s strange voice came into my ear.