Invitation to the Chatroom of the Gods - Chapter 123



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Episode 123 – The Shaman’s Teachings (3)

Yang Jong-cheon flew dozens of pages and was stuck on the wall.

To be exact, Yang Jong-cheon was able to fall to the floor only after being hit against the wall.

The walls of the conduit collapsed from the impact, showering them with debris.

It completely covered the fallen Yangjongcheon again.

The debris piled up like a pile of stones.

It looked like a tomb······.

“Oh, you’re dead···?”

It was a sight and landscape that naturally made me think that way.

All the shamans who were watching the situation looked astonished.

The Taoists do not understand what is happening.

“What, what is this···.”

“What should I do···.”

So I was confused about what to do.

Suddenly, the pile of stones that had been piled up like a tomb began to shake.

Soon, the rock pile that had been shaking split apart, and Yang Jong-cheon, who was thought to be dead, staggered up and got up.

Yang Jong-cheon, who had barely managed to get up, did not look in very good condition.

His face was covered in a thick layer of dirt, which was mixed with the flowing blood, making a mess.

Yang Jong-cheon glanced back.

The walls of a collapsed conduit.

Beyond that, the shaman’s insides were clearly visible.

The shaman who reigned as Taesanbukdoo of Gupaebang has been completely stripped naked.

But what hurts my pride even more than that is······.

Yang Jong-cheon slowly raised his hand and touched his face.

A face that was hit by Cheongun.

And then, just for a moment······I lost consciousness.

Maybe it was because of the aftereffects, but my body wasn’t listening to me properly.

My hands kept shaking.

When I forcibly touched my face, I could see that my jaw joint was completely dislocated.

Yang Jong-cheon’s gaze, which had been turned backwards, turned forward again.

A silence and stillness descended into amazement.

Taoists who don’t know what to do.

Passing by them one by one, his gaze finally landed on Cheongwoon.

Cheongun stood in the center of silence and stillness.

It was Cheongwoon’s face and expression that showed no emotion.

But at first glance, Cheongwoon’s appearance seemed to be filled with ‘anger’.

Yang Jong-cheon’s body trembled and trembled involuntarily.

I got scared without even knowing it.

That would be the case, if he had wanted to, Cheong-un could have killed or subdued Yang Jong-cheon just now.

But Cheongun didn’t do that.

He neither subdued nor killed Yang Jong-cheon.

As if this isn’t a life-or-death decision.

It’s not a martial arts competition where we test each other’s martial arts skills.

As if he was just giving ‘teachings’ to Yang Jong-cheon.

Even at this moment, Cheongwoon was just standing there, expressionlessly looking at Yang Jongcheon.

There was a lot I wanted to say.

I wanted to scream out something like, “How dare you teach me?” in a fit of evil.

But something hot rose in my throat and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

My heart felt hot as if it was on fire.

Gulp···!

A stream of red blood flowed down from the corner of Yang Jong-cheon’s mouth.

Thud!

At the same time, a sound like something collapsing was heard inside Yang Jong-cheon’s mouth.

I chewed so hard that the joints in my jaw felt like they were broken.

This caused terrible pain, but Yang Jong-cheon didn’t care at all.

······I can’t admit it.

Yang Jong-cheon drew his sword again.

He raised his spirits by expressing a fierce and murderous aura.

Right then.

A sharp energy echoed in Yang Jong-cheon’s head. Yang Jong-cheon’s body trembled involuntarily. Without realizing it, he swung his sword forward.

But there was nothing that caught the tip of the sword.

A quick glance.

There stood Cheongun.

Cheongun didn’t move. He didn’t move an inch from the exact same spot he had just been in.

Am I mistaken? No, that can’t be true.

Yang Jong-cheon clearly felt some kind of ‘threat’.

So, if Yang Jong-cheon’s prediction was not wrong······.

‘A merchant of high spirits…?’

A state where one harms an opponent only by using internal energy, a person who is said to be a person who is hurt by intention.

No, this could not be seen as a simple tactic.

I couldn’t feel any internal energy being utilized by Cheongun.

So this is one level higher than that.

It could be said that he was a ‘person who harms others through intention alone’.

‘That’s ridiculous······!’

Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes opened wide in surprise.

Being a shaman is by no means an easy skill.

Anyone can do it to the extent of harming an opponent, as long as they have enough internal energy.

But that’s not the case for the ceremonial merchant.

It was necessary to know how to handle not only internal energy but also ‘intention’.

In other words, no matter how much internal energy you have, if you don’t have a profound understanding of martial arts, you can’t even imitate it.

If you advance a little from the physical form, you can advance to the realm of ‘Simgeom (心劍)’, where you can create swords using only your mind.

That is why there were not many people in this world who could use the form of a merchant.

Those unmanned entities are called the ten strongest masters in the world, the Ten Absolutes of the World.

That means,

‘You’ve been promoted to the rank of the ten best in the world…?’

It was similar to the meaning that Cheongun was at least one of the ten best swordsmen in the world.

“That’s ridiculous!”

······That doesn’t make sense.

Whether it’s the Great Swordsman of the Hwalong River or the King of the Yangtze River, in the end it’s all about the latter index.

And the latter index is just the latter index.

It can never be compared to the ten best swordsmen in the world.

No matter how talented a genius is.

Even if they are the pinnacle of geniuses.

There is no way to overcome the talent of time.

Such absurd things can never, and should never, happen.

“Where did you get your tricks!”

So, it is clear that this is nothing more than a ‘trick’.

Yang Jong-cheon took a big step forward.

He unleashed the power of his dantian and poured all that power into his sword. The scenery around the sword, which was filled with the power of his internal energy, became distorted like a haze.

It was at that moment that the silence and stillness that had descended into astonishment were broken.

“That, that is···!”

“Kang Ki!!”

“Are you saying that Master Yang uses Kang Ki?”

A technique that allows one to overcome the limitations of a martial artist, Ganggi (罡氣).

Ganggi is a technique that can only be used by a master of at least the highest level. This meant that Yang Jong-cheon had reached the ranks of the highest level.

And as the level of the skill increases, its power also increases.

Woohoo!

The power of the spirit contained in Yang Jong-cheon’s sword continued to grow stronger.

The entire landscape was distorted by the haze surrounding the sword.

“The ultimate climax···!”

“Are you saying that Master Yang has reached the pinnacle of excellence?”

A new amazement seeped into the broken silence and stillness.

When you reach the pinnacle of excellence, the direction that your martial arts pursues is determined.

Depending on how deeply and how far one goes in the direction of martial arts thus decided, the future realm is discussed.

Simply put, in a fight after the climax, the same ‘shorthand tricks’ as before won’t work.

Depth of enlightenment.

That was all that was needed to gain an advantage in the match.

So, that’s just a small trick.

“This is the real shaman’s sword!!”

Yang Jong-cheon shouted and rushed forward. The scenery around the sword filled with energy became distorted.

With one swing of the sword, all the distorted landscapes flew towards me, slaughtering me.

Kagagagagak!

The slashes of the Ganggi swept in all directions, scratching the stone floor of the temple. The slashes continued incessantly in every direction Yang Jongcheon swung his sword.

Soon, countless slaughters poured down on Cheongun all at once. When they made contact with Cheongun’s sword, an explosive sound of “Kwaaaaang!” was heard.

and.

Cheongun still didn’t move.

He just stood there still, his sword tilted at an angle.

however······.

Kaang-!

Yang Jong-cheon’s strong energy has lost its power.

There was no special process required for it.

A single move that blocks the pouring slashes by holding the sword at an angle.

With that, Cheongun did not move even one step from his seat.

‘This, this is···.’

A sense of oppression, as if a deep-rooted giant tree were standing before his eyes, weighed down on Yang Jong-cheon.

Yang Jong-cheon’s body trembled involuntarily.

I hesitated and took a step back without realizing it.

‘You were scared···?’

I?

“That’s ridiculous!!”

Yang Jong-cheon shouted with a loud voice. The internal energy of the danjeon was still sufficient. He took the step back and extended it forward again. He squeezed the danjeon. The explosive internal energy violently rotated his entire body. The power of the strong energy became even thicker.

Still, Cheongun was not pushed back.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he struggled, Cheongwoon did not budge.

It was invisible to him.

The martial arts pursued by Cheongun.

The depth and distance that has been polished······are not visible at all.

Yang Jong-cheon absolutely could not······reach Cheong-un.

Yang Jong-cheon’s scream, like a scream from a devil, burst out.

“Why on earth!! How could someone like you do that!!”

Kwakwakwang!!

The scream filled with inner energy burst the air and spread out in all directions.

The Taoists who heard the screams could not come to their senses at all.

“Hwa-ryong-dae-hyeop and Yang Jong-cheon, the Taoist monks···.”

“W, is there really such a difference···?”

Yang Jong-cheon was no match for Cheong-un.

Yang Jong-cheon is a shaman’s later index and is a next-generation Jang Moon-in-level talent. There is nothing to say about his skills.

Of course, I am not unaware of Cheongwoon’s abilities, as rumors are circulating throughout the world.

The Fire Dragon Great Swordsman who defeated the leader of the Demonic Cult.

That alone would be a huge deal, but not long ago, I heard from beyond the palace that Cheongun was the Great King of the Yangtze River, who had seized control of the Yangtze River.

Furthermore, he defeated the Demonic Cult’s generals in Guizhou Province and saved the lives of millions of people.

Cheongwoon’s skills are so great that it’s hard to even talk about them.

Still, I thought we would be somewhat comparable.

······But it wasn’t like that.

Cheongun and Yangjongcheon.

From the beginning, these two could not and should not be placed on the same line.

No one denied it.

However, Yang Jong-cheon seemed unable to acknowledge that fact.

“I will kill you!!!”

The whites of Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes turned black, and an ominous aura rose up.

It was at this very moment that Cheongun’s two eyes sparkled.

Pfft …

Suddenly a loud noise of something exploding was heard.

And at some point, Yang Jong-cheon’s body was flying through the air.

Yang Jong-cheon’s body, which had been flying helplessly through the air, flew dozens of miles again and crashed into the wall of the temple.

The debris that had collapsed in shock once again covered Yang Jong-cheon’s body like a grave.

“······.”

“······.”

All the Taoists kept their mouths shut.

As if by promise, his gaze was fixed on the collapsed walls of the convent and the piles of stones that resembled a tomb.

Anyone can see that Yang Jong-cheon was beaten by Cheong-un.

I understand that much.

But how?

No, at what point exactly?

The thought continues but cannot reach its end.

My mind was so jumbled up that I couldn’t think of anything.

Stillness and silence.

“······.”

“······.”

Only their tightly shut lips spoke volumes about their feelings.

That was when.

Suddenly, a “wedge!” sound was heard towards Cheongun. Cheongun’s sword moved for a moment, wondering what was going on.

A loud noise erupted and the Cheongun Sword shook.

And so, beyond the touching swords of Cheongun.

An old man with a long white beard and wrinkled face stood there.

“Elder!”

The great shaman.

Behind the elder, nine Taoist monks of different ages appeared one after another.

“It’s the shaman’s ten-day holiday!”

Ten masters who protect shamans, the Ten Absolutes of Shamanism.

The masters of the 10 Shamanist Martial Arts School all drew their swords and rushed towards Cheongun.

There was no conversation or anything.

That would be the case, considering the situation alone, it was no different from Cheongun causing trouble at a shaman’s house.

Anyone can see that Cheongun unilaterally beat up Yang Jongcheon.

Moreover, this place is the home of shamans.

It would not be strange at all to see this as an attack and invasion against shamans.

The Mudangsipjeol are those who protect shamans.

“The ten commandments of the shamans are to punish the invaders!”

To them, Cheongun was nothing more or less than an ‘invader’.

Led by the great elder, ten shamans exerted ominous aura and pressured Cheongun.

Accordingly, Cheongun’s momentum also changes.

Cheongwoon’s posture, which had not moved an inch, became distorted, and tension appeared on his face.

The Mudangsipjeol was by no means an easy opponent.

Although Yang Jong-cheon was not an easy opponent, Mudang Shipjeol was on a different track from Yang Jong-cheon.

The ten sharpest swords that protect shamans.

If the ten strongest masters in the world are called the Ten Absolutes of the World, then the Ten Absolutes of the Wudang refer to the ten strongest masters in the Wudang world.

And so, the sword of the shaman’s ten swords came flying down.

The different energies contained within swirled and focused on Cheongun.

With this, all escape routes were blocked.

There is no space where Cheongun can escape.

However, the elder was able to meet Cheongwoon’s unfazed gaze.

Cheongun took a step forward.

Are you sure you want to face this storm head-on?

That’s impossible.

No matter how bright the sky is, it cannot face this storm of swirling energy head-on.

Cheongwoon’s entire body will be torn apart to the point where it can be said to be a sure thing.

After all, the later index is just the later index.

He is just a genius who does not have the talent of experience.

Surely······it should have been so.

Bang, bang!

The sounds of different explosions mixed together and my ears were ringing.

Cheongun was striking down all the strong energies that were running wild in the center of the storm. Even while absentminded, Cheongun was taking the blows of the Elder and the Shaman Ten-Jeol one by one.

······Is that possible?

It is impossible to say for sure.

However, the reason it was possible was because Cheongun’s sword was so fast. It was fast, but not monotonous.

That’s because it wasn’t light either.

Cheongun supplemented the limitations and changes of Kwai (快) with Illusion (幻), and added the power that was lacking in Illusion (幻) with Weight (重).

All of those things were connected as one through flow.

In this way, Cheongun was not limited to the form of a sword.

Those are clearly the six basic mysteries of a sword, but Cheongun was mixing them into everything that wasn’t a sword.

“That’s ridiculous!!”

Shocking words came out of the elder’s mouth. The other masters of the shamanic ten-section cult were no different.

Everyone was wide awake, their eyes wide open in surprise.

As if taking advantage of the gap in confusion, Cheongwoon’s movements changed.

Hot flames shot out from the Cheongun Sword, burning everything around it.

Is this condensed energy?

Still, it doesn’t make sense.

It is clear that Ganggi is a technique that allows one to overcome the limitations of a martial artist.

However, that does not mean that there are no limitations at all.

This doesn’t mean that you can blindly overcome your limits.

There is a limit to martial arts, and there is a limit to internal energy.

Therefore, no matter how much you condense and release your energy, you cannot exert that level of power.

But now what······.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The blue cloud sword, covered in flames, was swung in just one moment.

It burned everything within the swirling black orbit. Even the element called ‘space’ seemed to be burning.

······No, is it really a mistake?

I don’t know.

It is impossible to gauge Cheongun’s level and realm.

If this continues, we will suffer.

The elder waved his long robe and shouted loudly.

“Unfold the Bagua Taegeuk Formation!”

Bagua Taegeukjin (Eight Trigrams).

This is a shaman’s secret technique created by Investigator Jang Sam-bong a long time ago. It is a type of divination that deals with the principles of the ‘Eight Trigrams’.

The Eight Trigrams (八卦) contain the principles of all things in the universe, and the Eight Trigrams Taegeuk Jin deals with the principles of all things in the universe.

People used to compare it to the 108 Arhat formations of Shaolin, but the great master dared to say that it was the best formation in the world.

At the elder’s shout, the nine shaman masters suddenly came to their senses.

I quickly shook off my confusion and moved my body in a flustered manner.

Of course, the ten days of the shaman were incomparable to the ten days of the world.

However, that does not mean that the level of the Mudangshipjeol is inferior.

Taesanbukdoo of Gupaebang, a shaman.

Among the shamans, the level of the masters, who can be counted on one hand, could not be low.

If the ten seasons of the world are like tigers, then the ten seasons of the shaman can be likened to wolves.

And no matter how strong a wolf is, it cannot defeat a tiger one-on-one.

However, unlike tigers, wolves hunt in packs.

Ten wolves gathered together can hunt a tiger.

So, ten wolves named Mudangshipjeol hunt one tiger named Cheongun.

In an instant, the masters of the 10 Shamanistic Martial Arts School, who had formed the Bagua Taegeuk Formation, rushed at Cheongun all at once.

Since the Bagua Taegeuk formation has already been spread out, it is the end.

No matter how powerful the tiger is, it is no different from a rat in poison.

The elder was able to confirm Cheongun’s death.

And so, at that moment, the swords of Cheongun and Mudangsipjeol met.

“······!!”

“······!!”

“······!!”

Not only the elders and the shamans of the ten shamanic rites, but also all the Taoists who were watching the situation opened their eyes wide.

So people could see.

The appearance of Cheongun, free even under the pressure of the shaman’s ten divisions.

Something untouchable that leisurely bites the nape of a wolf’s neck one by one.

People could see.

So I was able to realize it.

Ten strong wolves can hunt one tiger.

However, even if the strong wolf becomes a hundred, not ten······.

“Coolook!”

“Cough!”

You can never catch a dragon.

* * *

Masters of the 10 Shamanistic Martial Arts class are collapsing one after another, spitting out blood.

“Oh, how···!”

Only after the shaman’s elder lost his strength and collapsed was I finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

······It was really dangerous.

If I hadn’t learned the Palgwae Taegeukjin from my senior, Jang Sam-bong, in order to pass it on to the shamans, it would have been me, not the shamans, who had collapsed there.

I could barely calm my ragged breathing.

“The shaman’s ten days are so miserable···.”

“Wow, that’s ridiculous…”

Many Taoists cried out in astonishment.

That’s understandable, because the shaman’s later index, Yang Jong-cheon, and the shaman’s guardian, Mudang Sipjeol, have fallen.

In fact, it was as if the shaman had fallen into my hands, so their shock was a natural result.

But even so, I couldn’t let go of the tension.

The fight isn’t over yet.

It was none other than the huge presence pressing down on my skin right now.

Although he was not visible, I instinctively knew who this presence was.

A master of the five great swordsmen in the world, ranked in the top five on one hand, beyond the top ten in the world.

The number one person leading the shamans.

The shaman’s Janggyangjinin (掌敎眞人).

His overwhelming presence was slowly approaching me.