The Return of the Namgoong Clan’s Granddaughter - Chapter 169



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Episode 169

Seolhwa, the child is gone.

The child who returned on his own feet left the family on his own feet.

Could you have stopped the child from making that choice?

Would it have been right to dry it?

I still don’t know what the answer is.

“after….”

Namgung Mucheon leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes.

Through the wide open window, the training sounds of the inner party’s warriors could be heard.

“If it’s noisy, should I close the window?”

The general, who was looking out the window following Namgung Mucheon’s gaze, asked.

“No. Leave it open.”

I’ve kept the window open ever since Seolhwa left.

Even though I knew I wouldn’t be back for a while, I couldn’t close it in case something urgent came up and I suddenly had to come.

The general, who knew Namgung Mucheon’s feelings, looked at him with bitter eyes.

“Do you remember the young lady?”

“… I’m worried that you might be starving somewhere. I should have given you some money.”

“Didn’t you send me some gold bars to give to the young lady? You said you would put in a chimney once a month, so you will receive it.”

“When we meet again, you’ll have grown so much that I don’t recognize you.”

“At that age, kids tend to grow up a lot.”

“I won’t be able to hug you.”

“Didn’t you wish to become more than a thousand people as soon as possible?”

“It was a slip of the tongue.”

“I guess so.”

“… .”

“… .”

“Somehow I feel like the house is quiet.”

“That’s not true at all.”

“It makes me want to see the wind sword.”

Namgung Mucheon looked at the general with his eyebrows raised.

“You used to bicker a lot when you were here. Do you miss me when I’m gone?”

“He was quite funny. The problem was that he talked nonsense a lot.”

Namgung Mucheon let out a laugh.

Then silence came again.

The absence of someone I had spent a long time with was bitter and empty.

“… Are you not planning on telling the young lady about the situation with the Bipoonggeom?”

“Isn’t there something you don’t know yet?”

“one….”

“Mugwang will overcome. I believe so.”

“… That’s right.”

Namgung Mucheon turned his gaze and looked at the work on the table.

The work that I had been doing while reducing my sleep had now been organized quite well.

“Three or four years.”

Namgung Mucheon, who had been thinking about something while tapping on the desk, got up from his seat.

“Assemble all the elders, clansmen, and armed forces. The location is the Great Training Ground.”

“What would be the agenda for the meeting?”

“It’s training.”

The general who was rising from his seat following Namgung Mucheon suddenly stopped.

“…yes?”

“From today, I will personally lead the martial arts training of the main force and its leaders.”

The general’s mouth fell open.

The head of the household? He personally leads the martial arts training?

“Elders and clan leaders are no exception.”

5 years. Seolhwa predicted that it would take 5 years for the Blood Cult to become a huge force that would dominate the Central Plains martial arts world.

He was a kid who belonged there and was able to make cool-headed decisions, so that’s probably it.

‘I need to be prepared to face them. That’s why I’m leaving the family.’

“How can the adults of the family live in peace while their granddaughter struggles like that?”

“If you do it, it will be real…”

“From today onwards, my family will focus all of its efforts on building up its strength. The days of comfort and wealth are over, so everyone should put on their military uniforms and come out.”

“Shall I come out…?”

“If you don’t come out….”

A blue energy shimmered in Namgung Mucheon’s eyes.

“What can these little things do?”

“…I will tell you.”

widely.

Namgung Mucheon left the office first.

The general swallowed dry saliva and looked down at his body.

How long has it been since I last wore a military uniform?

Even though I practiced from time to time, my body is not the same as before.

A long sigh escaped me without me realizing it.

“… The good old days are truly over.”

The general took a step forward, his voice hoarse.

* * *

Seolhwa recalled the battle with Hwiwol.

At the moment when I was almost killed by the grace, I briefly recalled the martial arts of Submu Kwang that I had imitated.

When Seob Mu-gwang displayed the sword technique he had created under the influence of Namgung Mucheon, it seemed as if heaven and earth were crying.

I still can’t forget the eerie feeling of that moment when the thunderous energy traveled across the sky and everywhere.

In a moment of near-death crisis, Seol-hwa imitated it a little.

However, rather than focusing on the energy of thunder, it was based on the energy of the sky and the energy of thunder was added to it.

Hooooo-

‘I agree with the saying that brainwashing is a weapon of heaven.’

These are the words that Submu-gwang used when bringing about the harmony of the two energies.

Sulwha thought that the saying penetrated the concept of two energies.

However, when he said those words, he seemed to be thinking of a thunderstorm running wild against the backdrop of the sky.

‘My background is Namgung.’

So, the approach needs to be different.

Add the sword of the Wind God to the sword of Namgung.

Adding the movement of the Wind and Thunder God that instantly releases its power to movements that seem to cover the world.

Chomp chomp chomp chomp-!

The movement of the snow cut through the air.

Having spent a long time studying Namgung’s martial arts and living as an assassin, it wasn’t that difficult to mix the two swordsmanship styles.

However, I shortened the stride of the sword technique to fit my body, and also changed the moment of swinging the sword to fit me.

Shh shh shh!

The sound of air being torn apart and space being torn apart filled the cave endlessly.

Tsk-tsk! Choaaaak!

The secret law of the Tao was engraved on the ground, and the afterimage drawn by the sword energy was engraved in the air.

In Seolhwa’s eyes, red energy and white energy of thunder rippled.

Her eyes were vividly alive as she swung her sword.

Seolhwa swung her sword faster and harder.

The more I swung the sword, the more familiar I became with its path, the lighter my steps became and the easier my movements became.

Before she knew it, the aura of her sword had also become thicker and more intense.

The energy that started from the sword gradually intensified as the sword technique was established and spread to the sword river.

Shh shh shh shh!

It was a speed so fast that it was difficult to follow with the eyes.

The sweat was so thick that it evaporated from her heat, and soon a cloud of steam rose from Seolhwa’s body.

‘Just a little more, just a little more…!’

Chomp chomp chomp-!

Just a little more, just one more step…!

Phew- Whaaaaaaaaaah-!

“Huk… Ugh… .”

A heavy breath escaped me on its own.

Seolhwa bent down while holding the sword in her hand and took a deep breath.

A drop of sweat ran down and dripped from the tip of my chin.

[Excellent.]

The snake approached her.

[Who taught you that swordsmanship just now? It was light and fast for Namgung’s sword.]

“Ha… haa… what I learned… gasp… no… .”

[You didn’t learn it? That sword technique from a little while ago?]

“Just now… haa… I just made that.”

[What?]

I drew the sword and moved my body, recalling the movements and energy used during battle.

It was based on Namgung’s solid martial arts and Seop Mu-gwang’s teachings.

[You really created this?]

“huh.”

[What is the name of the sword?]

“name?”

[Since you named it, shouldn’t you also know its name?]

Seolhwa looked down at her hand holding the sword.

The name of the sword technique he created.

The names of the sword techniques created by Seobmu Gwang were Yuroecheonpunggeom and Changgungchiroegeom.

A sword technique that is said to be a mixture of Namgung’s energy, but has a strong thunderbolt energy.

In contrast, it was a sword technique that balanced the energy of the dark sky and the energy of lightning.

I tried to rely on the energy of the sky, but as I swung my sword, I couldn’t get rid of the thunderous energy.

A sword technique created by the harmonious blending of two energies. So the name of this sword technique is… .

“Thunderbolt.”

[Thunderbolt?]

“It’s the Heavenly Thunder Sword.”

[That’s a good name.]

Seolhwa’s lips curved into a smile.

Although it is not perfect yet, it was her first unique martial art.

Although it was still necessary to build a mind method that would allow for easy accumulation of the spirit of heavenly thunder and the spirit of the sword based on this sword method, it was truly a joyous thing to have achieved one’s own martial arts. However.

‘I felt like if I just did a little more I could catch something.’

I swung my sword endlessly for that thing that was just out of reach, but I was unable to reach it because my breathing was out of control.

What on earth could that have been?

‘Is that what it means to attain no-self?’

I felt a gnawing thirst.

It was an unmanned regret toward a moment that could not be reached.

[There are things you can only see when you take a deep breath. You have more martial talent than anyone I’ve ever seen, but you’re more impatient than anyone else.]

At Imoogi’s advice, Seolhwa straightened her back and stood up.

It is said that “a slow and steady pace can travel a thousand miles.”

It means that one can travel a thousand miles at the pace of an ox. The important thing is not to hurry, but to have the strength to travel a thousand miles without hurrying.

‘Let’s try again, slowly.’

Rather than chasing high ground, we should focus on building a solid foundation.

Slowly and properly.

Phew… .

Seolhwa took a deep breath and regained her composure.

A red aura rose from her body like a mist.

* * *

Ling sat in front of Seolhwa, kneeling, and blinked blankly.

While he was training alone, he received a call from Seolhwa and entered the cave where she was training.

He ran after her, wondering what was going on, but Seolhwa was just staring at him.

“Do you need anything?”

“Spirit.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“You do it to me.”

“…yes?”