Chapter 461

“In Qing’s judgment, even if Elder Il is a strong powerhouse, he won’t be a match when combined with the Master.”

But still, we need to be sure.

What if he gets hurt or ripped apart?

It takes ages to heal, you know.

And you’ll be in pain the whole time too.

It’s more of a pseudo-Chinese than a pseudo-Western.

If it were pseudo-Western, I could afford to worry less about my body.

One shot of healing water or a divine prayer would detox, cleanse impurities, align broken bones, knit nerves together, and lead to natural healing, all in one go.

But why isn’t there anything like that in this pseudo-Chinese situation where people fly around with sparkles?

Is traditional Chinese medicine really better than Western medicine?

So, we need to take precautions.

As Qing kneaded the grain powder into a dough while thinking of blood poison.

But how am I supposed to feed this to him?

Just because I threaten the Young Master, he ain’t just gonna gulp it down, right?

If I insist it’s solitude, he might feel less repulsed than a deadly poison, but he’s still the Sapa brat I’m most attached to.

That’s a kid who’d rather get a thorn in my finger than have ten thousand lives on his conscience.

Maybe I should smack him hard in the solar plexus to make him open his mouth, then shove it in?

Or perhaps if I show him some medicine and make him scream, I can toss it in during the ruckus.

But hey? Wait a minute?

This is just so outrageously annoying.

If I know someone is precious to me, then that means others must be precious to someone too.

But on the other hand, it makes me pretty happy.

Do the Sapa folks have someone as dear as life itself?

Then what happens if I off that person?

I could make them suffer far worse than death.

Are the children of villains innocent?

No, they aren’t innocent at all.

If their parents lived comfortably and luxuriously off their evil deeds, they should naturally pay the price, right?

Inheriting wealth and power is a given right, but not crimes?

Will showing them slowly decompose before their eyes make them reflect on their wrongdoings even a little?

Qing’s expression looks off.

To Elder Il, the eager gaze from Gang Pae-cheon seems just like that of a vicious witch from the Blood Sect, so he thinks it’s only natural.

And then, the horrendous witch comes charging in.

*Clank!* The collide of Qi and Qi.

In an instant, Elder Il realizes that the Blood Sect’s witch is no match for him.

But just realizing this doesn’t cause his confidence to flood back like before.

It’s one against many, not one against one.

And if he’s in a situation where he has to circulate his inner strength to contain poison, then it’s a different story.

In that instant, a shadowy figure rises from behind Qing.

Cheon Yu-hak’s dagger flashes, swirling in a complex, but beautifully intricate pattern.

In a moment, a fire blazes in Elder Il’s eyes!

The deadly toxin he barely held back flares up again.

But if his body gets ripped apart, does it even matter about the toxin?

Things are turning out to be completely opposite from before.

Cheon Yu-hak unleashes the dagger continuously, pressing forward while Elder Il can only fend off the blows, retreating relentlessly.

Cheon Yu-hak unexpectedly smiles.

“Walking backward, huh? Are you a person or a monster?”

Honestly, Cheon Yu-hak’s also a master of giving cheeky remarks.

Elder Il’s expression twists into disgust.

“You’re good at dodging, aren’t you? A warrior in retreat? Aren’t you ashamed? And at your age?”

“Yeah, you—what about you?”

“I don’t understand. I would rather bite my tongue and die than retreat while having an enemy. In my life, I’ve never backed down without a fight.”

Cheon Yu-hak was tripping over himself, rolling around like a fish out of water.

This absurd display is one for the books.

But it’s Cheon Yu-hak who’s saying it.

Elder Il’s blood pressure skyrockets.

That comment means that poison is spreading merrily.

“Yeah, you dare—”

“What’s with all this praise for disciples? When you’re old, you live off your disciples. Mine came running to find me, but where’s your disciple gone? Oh, did they run off to save their own skin, leaving their master behind?”

Every word is like poking the bear.

“Argh! I’m going to kill you!”

A surge of fire erupts in Elder Il’s gaze!!!

But Cheon Yu-hak remains unfazed.

Cheon Yu-hak mastered the Awakening Skill.

And his ability to sense the flow of air has been expanding thanks to continued experience.

So, without needing to see his disciple, he knows they’re there supporting him.

But wait? Is that you? What now?

“Young Master! No! Betrayal?!”

Qing’s voice rings out.

At the same time, a nude pillar of flesh zaps at Elder Il.

Elder Il, unknowingly raising the Great Sword, quickly retracts it in shock.

Qing had swung the Young Master around, holding him by both arms.

A hefty man’s foot smacks Elder Il’s cheek with a *thwack*.

“Ahhh!!!”

The Young Master screams in pure agony.

Because Elder Il just kicked the bodyguard’s protective stance; which pain hurts more is an unnecessary discussion.

Of course, since the Young Master’s pelvis is nearly shattered, he’s not the problem here.

“You, you, you…!”

Elder Il chokes on his words.

Cheon Yu-hak’s cheeks drop.

No matter how much a disciple, seriously, can you not embarrass us like this?

“Young Master! Your iron will to deal with villains! I’m so truly moved!”

After a grand twirl, the Young Master’s foot targets Elder Il again.

Elder Il quickly mumbles and evades.

“You, stop! Stop it!”

“Hey Master! He says stop! What did you say?”

“Aaaah!!!”

“Hmm? If that’s the Young Master’s wish, then excuse me!”

Qing lifts the Young Master behind him.

Even while holding a sturdy man, he effortlessly leaps up and hurls the Young Master down like a ragdoll.

But this isn’t an attack aimed at anyone.

There’s no one underneath.

But not having anyone there is a problem.

Elder Il rushes toward the impending landing point.

Just barely reaching it, Elder Il catches the Young Master with his body.

What a tear-jerking act of selflessness!

Qing’s expression sours greatly.

Selflessness is nice, but the outfits both wear are… a bit questionable.

They’re basically a

missing bottom half old man and a completely naked Young Master tumbling over one another.

Then suddenly.

“Huh?”

What if the Young Master and Elder Il were both dressed modestly?

This scene would be a noble display of loyalty, impossible to look at without shedding a tear.

But since both lost their clothes, it’s now an utterly shameful sight no one can bear to look at.

Why’s that?

It’s just one layer of clothing missing, but why such a huge difference?

For the son of a lord, saving the heir of the clan personally is no different than it was before.

Just two naked men tangled up makes it feel disgusting. Why?

Because the viewer’s mindset alters?

People judge with their eyes and thus change their feelings?

So, this is why people wear clothes.

Seeing a bare and noble body makes one recoil, while a beautiful body can lead to lust and cloud one’s judgment.

Suddenly, Qing finds himself gawking at the heated display between teacher and disciple who share a bond.

Why is Cheon Yu-hak acting so strangely now?

Hmm, is this too shocking for a clueless disciple?

Realizing something crucial, Qing lifts his sword.

It’s as if he’s seen something fresh and exotic.

Whenever a woman walks by, no one pays it a second thought, while a man wielding a sword brings anxieties that involuntarily makes people examine their faces for signs of malice.

What about the sword in its sheath and the one held in hand? And what about the one aimed right at him?

They’re all essentially the same, just a piece of metal, right?

It’s because the wielder’s intention differs.

Ah, I see. The premise was wrong.

Qing looks back at Elder Il and the Young Master.

It’s not that the viewer’s mindset has changed.

Rolling around without clothes?

Of course, they’re rolling because the minds of those involved are sinful, hence exposing themselves so freely.

The viewer reflects that feeling based on the partner’s mindset.

If my feelings create a reality, then the other must also understand them based on what they see.

A person holding a sword is a person.

But the sword held by that person is indeed dangerous.

A sword is merely metal in hand.

But if it’s not in its sheath and held, then the blade becomes a threat to others.

A person is just a person.

But a person holding a sword becomes a sword.

At that moment.

Cheon Yu-hak loses sight of Qing.

All he sees is a single sword.

A blade with the shape of a human form.

But one that flashes with an ominous glare, as if it intends to cleave everything in its path.

“Ah. So that’s what this is.”

Before he knows it, Qing nods.

Why was I nearly drowning in panic and confusion when I should have been evolving into super-insightful lessons?

Now I understand.

The landscape presented by Great Master Mucheondae was simply splendid.

A branch picked up by a child seemed like an ultimate sword, as if the child could do anything holding it.

Hence, mirroring the most beautiful views gave birth to something quite credible.

Whoa, but just how strong is Great Master Mucheondae?

A sword is designed to kill people.

Therefore, if you erase humanity from the person wielding the sword, what remains is just a vicious blade, the very essence of murderous intent.

The higher one climbs, the more painfully he feels the heights of Great Master Mucheondae’s realm.

That transformation was something breathtakingly beautiful.

Why?

Because that blade wasn’t just a tool to kill.

How?

Because Great Master Mucheondae is a genius who twists and corrupts even the essence, practically defying reality itself?

Anyway, maybe one day, I could become something like that too?

More importantly, I have something crucial to do now.

This isn’t the time to bask in enlightenment; I have to get going!

And that is boasting!

I did it!

“Master! Look at this! It’s Divine Sword Merging!”

And then Qing struggled holding up the sword.

“Uh… why isn’t it working? It worked earlier…”

“Well, that’s only natural since I’m your Master.”

Of course, I wouldn’t let them experience a sense of murderous intent while erasing myself.

No doubt, he’s a loving disciple.

To tell the truth, Qing is a pretty rowdy disciple with a habit of talking back and skipping manners.

Still, why is Cheon Yu-hak doting on him so much, treating him like a little girl? Isn’t that just spoiling the brat and ruining them?

He understands that sentiment.

This is the joy of raising disciples, but what can I do?

If I can’t harbor any intent when looking at my Master, how can I pretend to grasp the sword?

“No, it worked before, so like, what now? Hmmm.”

Qing throws a fit, waving the sword around like a puppy desperate to relieve itself.

“So, it’s impressive, but…”

Cheon Yu-hak’s expression turns sour.

Sure, he’s astonishing! Impressive indeed!

Yet, what the heck did he gain enlightenment from?

Qing has done something no bandit lord would pull off, swinging his sinful hostage as a weapon.

What the heck led him to have this epiphany?

At this point, Qing’s not just a disaster, but rather a living epidemic of declining intelligence affecting those around him.

Anyway, he hasn’t even swung the sword, but all that’s visible is the absurd sight of two naked dudes rolling around.

Where could the spark of realization even sprout from?

And then suddenly, Cheon Yu-hak snaps back to reality.

Is this the time to be fooling around?!

Amazingly, he pulled himself from that epidemic of waning intelligence.

He turned his head and saw Elder Il in a cross-legged position, absorbed in expelling poison.

No matter what happens, it’s a clever tactic to create deliberate openings.

Qing also turns and sees this scene.

And then the vein on Qing’s forehead bulges.

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