The World of Sound - Chapter 1
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“Let’s go!”
Doo-woong!
A nameless mountain in Shaanxi.
Countless warriors climbed the mountain to the sound of a musician enjoying the mountain breeze.
“Everyone, breaking news!”
Ding ding ding ding
The two groups, each led by a rider carrying the flag of the devil and the alliance, gradually increased their speed as if both sides had made a pact and headed toward the center of the mountain.
“Prepare for battle!”
Boom! Boom!
The two groups that eventually encountered each other seemed to already know each other, and without any exploration or confrontation, they brought out all their strength.
The rising rhythm warmed their hearts and accelerated their blood flow.
“Charge!!”
Kwarrrrrrrr!!!
The clash has finally begun.
First-class, pinnacle, and supreme martial arts masters have gathered together.
“Dirty demonic bastards!”
“Cowards!”
“I’ll kill you all!!!”
The Battle of Jeongma.
It was the final battle of a great battle that would determine the fate and situation of the martial arts world.
It was the moment when the final battle was fought between the Demonic Cult, who had declared their return to power and descended from the Ten Thousand Great Mountains to devour the western part of the martial arts world, and the elite of the martial arts alliance, who had been pushed back and defeated repeatedly but were gathering all of the power of the central plains to turn the tables.
Tureung! Kurararang-!
Chaeng-! Chaeng! Chaeng! Chaeng!!
Every time the pitch got louder, someone’s blood would spurt out.
Every time the music subsided, someone’s life-saving prayer turned the tide.
Horn of plenty.
The clash between the two groups, which had been accumulating power for a long time, was so intense that it was difficult to easily predict which side would have the upper hand.
“Everyone step back!”
“It’s the Shingeomdan!”
“The Black Moon Clan has come out!!”
In the end, the match was left to the experts.
The battle was still fierce, but one master could fight against dozens of them, so the outcome between them would determine the direction of victory.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The energy of the river is running wild, and the peerless swordsmen are disturbing the sky.
Those with powerful weapons capable of holding the rank of elder or higher of the Great Sect clashed with each other, risking everything they had.
Even if it meant giving up their own lives, they poured all their internal energy into taking out at least two of their opponent’s elite, and even raised their innate energy to clash with each other.
Everyone had the awareness that this fight, this place, was more valuable than their own lives.
The clash turned the heavens and the earth upside down and changed the terrain.
The battle reached its climax.
At that moment, a being walked.
“Stupid things.”
Kookung!
Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies-!!
Cheonma Gunrimbo.
A powerful cloud of magic energy terrified the earth and caused the energy of all beings within range to flow backwards.
It made me vomit blood and roll around on the floor.
“Heavenly Demon! May All Happiness Come!”
It was the appearance of Cheonma, the master of Manma and the leader of Cheonma Shingyo.
“Are you coming out? Heavenly Horse!”
Throw it!
Along with him, someone from the Murim Alliance also stepped forward.
Cheongheo Dojang, the greatest martial artist of his time, the leader of the martial arts world, and the head of the Hwasan faction, stood up to the name that was the very fear of the martial arts world.
Thanks to this, the fear that was spreading rapidly has subsided.
If so, everyone’s hearts were racing with anticipation and hope that the best of the Murim Alliance would be able to defeat that incarnation of the devil.
“Today, the heavens of magic will cover the martial arts world.”
“I won’t let that happen. I will take you to hell even if it costs me my life!”
Drumrollrrrrrrrr-
No further words are needed.
The two simultaneously raised the new skills they had learned to their limits.
As if he was going to decide everything in one go, he created a force that shook the heavens and the earth just by raising his energy.
Cheonma Shingong.
My third meal. The Emperor of Heaven.
Self-sacrifice.
The last seconds are endless.
Two herbivores with incredible power tore through space.
They moved towards each other, destroying the world.
“Eight! What kind of kids are you!!!”
Kurpiriting?!
Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies-!!!
But the clash never took place.
At the moment of clash, the golden sound that had been heating up the battlefield was cut off by a strange dissonance, and a massive wave of energy swept through everyone.
“Huh?!”
“Kuuuck!”
Everyone caught in the wave was rolling around, spitting out blood.
He looked at the target who had intruded with a haggard face due to serious internal injuries that could lead to possession of a coin if not treated urgently.
“… …Who are you?”
“… … Where was the deceased taken?”
Cheonma and the leader of the martial arts world were no exception.
Even the two absolute beings who were known to possess peerless martial arts were unable to handle the energy wave and shrank down to calm the flowing blood and internal energy.
Unable to hide his embarrassment, he barely raised his head to get a feel for the other person.
“I don’t know about that. Who gave you permission to be so noisy here?”
A middle-aged man with a goatee and a wrinkled face looked back at them with an angry expression, carrying a gold as big as his body on his shoulder.
With that they were able to realize.
From the moment I climbed this mountain, I heard the sound of a golden sound that touched my heart. Who is the owner of this sound?
Who was the one who gave me such a serious blow while raising my internal energy?
“I do not ask for anyone’s permission… … .”
“I apologize for disturbing the deceased’s pleasure. These people are from the Demonic Cult… .”
That’s why the two people’s responses had to be different.
Cheonma once again summoned the Cheonma Shingong and treated him with arrogance, and the leader of the martial arts world politely spoke to him, seeking help from someone whose level of martial arts was unimaginable.
“Oh my. So you guys are the ones making a lot of noise these days. You came all the way here because your ears were already bothered by the noise, and now you’ve followed me here to make a lot of noise? You guys are good to meet today.”
However, the middle-aged man had no intention of listening to them from the beginning.
Ignoring the two, he just coldly looks around at the unmanned people scattered throughout the mountain and shows his petty temper.
“You live a warm and well-fed life, but your head keeps growing, so you can’t help but think about fighting. Okay, if the problem is that there are too many of you, I’ll personally reduce their numbers.”
“… … ?”
“… … !”
Kuung!
A middle-aged man roughly threw a broken piece of gold onto the floor.
Instead, he looked back at them and raised his right hand.
“It’s a pain to even choose, so just leave it to luck to see who survives.”
Taaak!
I snapped my fingers.
That ended the Great War of Jeongma.
The Demonic Cult and the Martial Arts Alliance.
With less than half of both sides left alive, the ending of the Battle of Jeongma was buried as a secret in the martial arts world.
***
“The first generation established the martial arts of our Cheon-eum-mun, the second generation collected all the sounds in the world, and the third generation created a new internal energy method to supplement the characteristics of the sound energy that requires incredible internal energy. The fourth generation felt sorry that musical instruments could not withstand the world’s best internal energy, so he devoted himself to researching and creating instruments that could withstand any level of experience, and the fifth generation went out into the world and analyzed all the martial arts in the world and raised the martial arts of the text to the absolute realm.”
One night, when rain was falling steadily,
An old man and a child sat facing each other in a small hut located halfway up the mountain.
The shabby house without even a nameplate, and the expression on the old man’s face as he looked over the history of the sect were full of dignity and pride.
“Then what did the Master do? Did the Cheonummun finally fall after the 6th generation?”
“What the heck, you punk?”
But that solemnity didn’t last long because of the child who threw up.
“Ahh!”
Bam!
The old man got angry and struck down the flute he was holding, causing the child’s head to burn as if it were on fire.
But as if it was familiar, the child answered back, brushing the raised bump.
“If this continues, will you take responsibility if this genius brain gets damaged?!”
“What about genius? You must be the dullest person in the world. Did your upper class open up? Are you some kind of genius of the ages? I took you in because you were talented, but you just got a talent and grew up with a big head… … Tsk!”
“Master said that I am the first person to have developed the Heavenly Sound Art to this extent at this age!”
“It’s all thanks to my teachings! Yes. Well said. Danhosu, the 6th head of the Great Cheonumsung. What have I done? As for me, when I was young, I dominated the world, obtained the greatest power of all time, and discovered the starting point to reach the realm of an immortal through the Cheonumsingong. I should have ascended to the immortal world long ago, but I stayed to continue the legacy of my ancestors, train disciples, and continue the lineage of the school. Furthermore, I have established a systematic training method so that even a dullard like you can reach the greatness of the Cheonumsingong. You, the disciple, don’t even know how to respect your master and keep crawling up… … Tsk tsk!”
“A systematic training method? When did I learn such a thing? Perhaps you have only established it but have not yet taught it… …”
“This guy keeps going!!”
“Ouch! Wait a minute. I got hit again… …!”
Bam!!
In the end, I had to hold my head in my hands after getting hit again for talking back to him.
“Eeeeeee… … Okay. Let’s say I learned it. But the master becomes a god? Does that make sense?”
“I guess I learned it, but this doesn’t fit… … Phew. I’m a good person, so I’ll endure it, endure it.”
“No, a person with good character treats his disciples like slaves and sells them to places where he can make money… … Haha. No. No. Please put down what you have in your hands.”
The child who had been grumbling and refusing to give up until the end, flinched at the sound of the jade flute in his master’s hand and shut his mouth.
“When the Cheon-eum-shin-gong reaches its peak, you will be able to hear the sounds of nature, play with nature, and become one with nature as an instrument. When you realize that nature, yourself, and the world are no different, you will be able to achieve enlightenment without being bound by the shackles of the flesh.”
But the child still looked like he didn’t understand the answer that followed.
The master becomes a god?
What kind of nonsense is this?
“No, that’s not it… Even if the master were to ascend the Uhwadengseon, would the other immortals be allowed to enter the celestial world? If I were another immortal, I would probably tie my hair up and protest resolutely. Oh, would the other evil immortals welcome me? No, they would probably tremble in fear as well… .”
“You were less hit. Okay. Let’s finish it off today, you and I!”
“Eww! That’s where I hit you just now! Help me! The master is beating his disciple! Ouch! Bone! Bone! It hit a bone! No matter how much I fear this disciple’s genius, if you’re going to break his arms and legs… …! Stop! I was wrong!!”
The child who expressed doubts about whether he would become an evil immortal rather than a good immortal eventually shut his mouth after being beaten until he was covered in dust on a rainy day.
It was so strange that no matter how much I practiced and was hit repeatedly, I couldn’t get used to the beatings from that worthless master and it just hurt the same.
“Oh my. This honesty is a disease. But how could you beat up such a handsome face so mercilessly? If I were your master, I would cherish it as if it were gold or jade, for fear of your face getting damaged!”
After a while, the child came out from under the eaves, clutching his body which was trembling with pain, and sobbed.
Of course, he was definitely not a peerless handsome man like the grumblers said.
The embodiment of mediocrity.
Ordinary itself.
The child cried for a long time, looking at the reflection of his reflection in the puddle of water, before going into his evening practice.