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Chapter 3
After surviving the bloodbath at the Seol Family, Woonyeong learned martial arts. Then, she wandered across the Central Plains in search of her enemies.
There was only one reason for Woonyeong to live. – Find your enemy, take revenge, and return to the Seol Family. As time passed, Woonyeong earned the nickname ‘Flower-Faced Sword Demon’. It meant ‘a person with a beautiful face and deadly hands.’ It seemed like that time would never end. For thousands of years in the history of the martial arts world. Many forces have risen under the name of unifying the Central Plains martial world. Though there have been ups and downs, the martial community of the Central Plains has successfully resisted them However, the rise of the force known as Heavenly Palace (Cheongung) was truly shocking – At that time, the Heavenly Demon was defeated by the Vice Lord of the Heavenly Palace, and the people of the Demon Cult disappeared from Xinjiang. The Heavenly Demon Cult, which could be considered the top single force, disappeared. Since she can’t recall the exact time, the Heavenly Demon Cult, the enemy of the Central Plains martial world, was known for making children cry just by hearing its name. Some laughed with relief at the disappearance of a formidable enemy, while others warned of the need to be cautious of Heavenly Palace. However, the majority didn’t seem overly concerned. This is because they believed that the Central Plains martial world would remain unchanged, as it always had been. However, they had forgotten that it was not they themselves but their ancestors who had protected the martial arts world up until now. And as they were trampled by the Heavenly Palace, they had no choice but to realize that their swords had also become dull due to too long a period of peace. It was just cruelly swept away. Many martial artists from various sects, families, and clans fell. For over a decade since it was formally established under the name of the Heavenly Palace, half of the martial arts factions, regardless of whether they were righteous or evil, disappeared at the hands of the Heavenly Palace. – The leader of Heavenly Palace plans to hold a grand event at the Heavenly Demon Secret Treasury. The news reached the struggling Murim Alliance. The former territory of the Heavenly Demon Cult, where the do-or-die force of the Murim Alliance disappeared. They climb Mount Cheon. Seol Woonyeong, renowned as one of the top ten martial artists in the world and known as the ‘Flower-Faced Sword Demon,’ stood at the forefront of the do-or-die force. It was a natural result. It was because there was no turning back on the path to finally take revenge on her enemies. – The one who caused the Seol Family’s bloodbath was the Heavenly Palace. – Are you…sure? – Why would I lie? Before it became known as Heavenly Palace, the most common thing it did was devour the market. You can check similar places. The head of Haomun’s information was always accurate. The enemies were numerous and strong, making Woonyeong’s battles always fierce. Every day was a war, and every moment was hell. Still, Woonyeong survived. Stabbed, pierced, broken—still, Woonyeong lived on and wielded her sword. Walking through the battlefield, she had no choice but to grow stronger. Because she had to return to the Seol Family alive. The battle at Mount Cheon continued endlessly. How many hours had passed? No, has the day changed again? Several days may have passed. Those from the Heavenly Palace, dressed in black robes, continually blocked Woonyeong’s path. Woonyeong readjusted her grip on her sword and swung it relentlessly. She never showed mercy when dealing with them. It had always been that way. Cut, stab, cut again… Woonyeong’s sword continually contained the blood of those in black robes. How many of them had she struck down? A day from the past overlapped behind the falling black man. ‘If only I could have swung my sword like this that day… If only I could have stopped them back then….’ Even after nearly thirty years had passed, Woonyeong always found herself standing on the same day. She had never been able to move a single step from that day when she had to escape from the Seol Family. There was no special reason for picking up the sword. It was simply because her father, Seol Jadan, had picked up the sword. That image was seared into her memory. Just moving. She must swing the sword. She lifted her right arm, which didn’t stop bleeding. The arm that has held the sword for over twenty years. The sound of the sword, which now felt like her own body, rang out. The sword cried out in place of Woonyeong, who couldn’t cry properly anymore. In the next moment, the only one standing there was Woonyeong. She trudged along, dragging the sword heavily. With her heavy steps, she finally stood before the entrance of the Heavenly Demon Secret Treasury. Summoning the last of her strength, she pushed open the massive door. Boooom! As soon as the door opened, something started inside. It seemed like the dreadful ceremony that the Heavenly Palace people had mentioned was beginning. Woonyeong pushed her body inside without hesitation. Before the squad’s final departure, she remembered the conversation she had with Jegal Dam and Namgoong Hwi. – So, those damned b*stards… Did all of this because of that piece of iron? – It’s not just a piece of iron. Long ago, the words of the Buddha echoed in the Central Plains.. – That’s enough, the vajra was somehow divided into several pieces and kept by various sects. That’s what it says. -…Yes, it’s not much different. – Those damn bastards turned the Central Plains into a bloodbath to find that. – That’s right. – So, getting into the Heavenly Demon’s Secret Treasury means getting rid of those pieces of iron. – Perhaps it’s impossible to destroy it. After all, a treasure that can become a true treasure can’t be ordinary. Just… moving its location might be enough to stop the ritual. – Yeah. I’ll stand at the forefront. I’ll be the first to reach the Secret Treasury. It was supposed to be the final battle. Finally, she could cut down that leader of the Heavenly Palace brat and return to the Seol Family. Woonyeong just laughed. Everything inside the enormously spacious Heavenly Demon Secret Treasury was red and red again. The floor was filled with fist-sized red beads. Woonyeong knew what that was. “…Bloodstone.” There had been rumors circulating throughout the martial arts world for some time. Divine Blood Elixir. Divine Blood Elixir was known to expand meridians and increase internal energy, so warriors began to consume it. However, it had the side effect of causing violent temperaments and ultimately consumed the user’s innate true energy. And that bloodstone was extracted from the bodies of warriors. Those dreadful things were scattered in countless numbers. Each one of them represented the life of a warrior. “…How, how could they do such things?” As Woonyeong tightly bit her lip and shifted her gaze, she noticed a large puddle in the center. It was a pool made of crimson blood. Surrounding the area, dozens of sorcerers were chanting incantations, and something terrible was floating among the pools of blood. One or two visible heads… and another one probably hidden underneath. Several arms that can’t be seen at a glance. Probably six. “…Asura.” General Jegal Dam was wrong. Woonyeong could instinctively sense it. The vajra is a weapon. The Heavenly Palace b*stards were trying to destroy the only weapon capable of killing it. Woonyeong quickly shot the arrow. Her target was that dreadful monster. Before the death squad entered Mount Cheon, Jegal Dam blocked Wongyeong’s path. – You don’t have to… really. You don’t have to be at the very front. – No, I will do it. – Why on earth would you want to do that? Why? Was he angry? What made him so angry? – That… Well, because I’m the strongest, right? When I come back, I’ll buy you tea. Did he laugh out loud at those words, or was he at a loss for words? She didn’t remember much. Even just before entering, he and Namgoong Hwi continued to take the lead. – The one standing first will be Namgoong Hwi and me. – No, I said I was going. You lead the rear. You are responsible for those who survive. – Me, me. – No, I will take the lead. Please take care of the back. I’ll buy you a drink. Someone she can trust and have her back. It seems that this time, she would owe them too much. Woonyeong realized that she was dreaming. The nightmare that had followed Woonyeong for over twenty years had always ended with the Seol Family. But now, it seemed a new nightmare would accompany her for the rest of her life. – I hope this father gets sick instead… Yeong-ah, my daughter. She recalled the voice of her father, Seol Jadan, that she heard when she had a fever. – Wake up quickly. Isn’t your father in pain because of you? – Yeong-ah, when you get better, I’ll take you to the market. I will take you wherever you want to go. Her grandfather, Seol Wonpyeong, and her brother, Seol Dojin, also came to mind. Sometimes when she opened her eyes, there were her nanny Shin Okryeo and her female servant Hong Sogyo, as well as Sim Hyangah. Woonyeong recalled each of their faces, voices, and the warmth of the Seol Family. And then, she blinked her eyes open. She blinked several times, raising her hand to check her neck. It was still firmly attached. “…I’m Seol Woonyeong. I’m ten years old. And this is the Crimson Chamber. The Seol Family. It’s okay. It’s okay…” She mumbled and stroked the necklace around her neck.
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