Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 470 (Part 1)



470 (Part 1)

**Chapter 471 – Ten Thousand (만).**

When the Little Sword Saint opened his eyes again

the air was filled with bustling sounds all around.

– Hurry up… move!

– … there’s no time…!

The sounds were busy and frantic.

In response the Little Sword Saint quickly opened his eyes and shot up.

“… Hah… Hah.”

As he let out rough breaths a voice came from beside him.

“You’re awake?”

He turned his gaze to the owner of the voice.

Upon meeting his gaze the man flinched.

The Little Sword Saint’s stare was chillingly cold.

Realizing this himself the Little Sword Saint hurriedly managed his expression.

This was partly because the man was someone he knew.

“… Geolwang?”

The man’s alias was Geolwang.

He was the eyes and ears of the orthodox sects overseeing all the beggars in the Central Plains.

At the Little Sword Saint’s words Geolwang cleared his throat slightly and added

“It seems something big has happened… judging by your expression.”

“…”

The Little Sword Saint offered no response to Geolwang’s words.

Geolwang knowing this was to be expected did not press further.

The Little Sword Saint looked outside at the crowd murmuring and brought up another topic.

“… What’s going on?”

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“Well… it’s nothing special…”

“Geolwang.”

The slightly colder tone pierced through to Geolwang.

“What is it?”

It was a voice demanding a proper explanation.

With a deep sigh Geolwang complied.

He usually wasn’t this perceptive but at times like this he was remarkably quick on the uptake.

“Really… it’s nothing special.”

This time Geolwang had no intention of spilling the details to her.

“It’s something that the Little Sword Saint could easily handle without getting involved. It’s better for you to just stay put.”

Honestly it was a problematic situation.

However it was not feasible to send the collapsed Little Sword Saint out into the fray.

Of course the higher-ups were clamoring for the Little Sword Saint to make contact immediately.

‘Those bastards.’

The bitter negotiations of the worn-out orthodox sects were grating.

What kind of righteousness and cooperation was it to burden a single woman with all the sins?

He was already aware of the rot but the more he knew the more his affection waned.

Wouldn’t it be better to let it all burn away and start anew?

Or perhaps

‘It might be better to let the Heavenly Demon win.’

It was to the point where he was driven to such a wretched thought.

Knowing he shouldn’t think this way only made him feel more miserable.

The problem here was

“Geolwang.”

Regardless of Geolwang’s feelings the Little Sword Saint had no intention of backing down.

“Where is the Heavenly Lord?”

“…”

“Please answer.”

At the Little Sword Saint’s question Geolwang briefly averted his gaze then finally sighed deeply and spoke.

“The Heavenly Lord is currently absent… He seems to have headed towards Sichuan.”

“…”

The Little Sword Saint bit his lip.

This was indeed the state he had been in just before fainting.

Clunk-!

At that moment as he tried to rise and head outside Geolwang blocked him.

“Where do you think you’re going in that condition?”

“… Please move aside.”

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“I’m saying it again the Little Sword Saint doesn’t need to get involved in this situation. Don’t recklessly put yourself in danger…”

“I have to go.”

Despite Geolwang’s attempts to dissuade him the Little Sword Saint’s eyes were resolute.

Meeting that gaze Geolwang finally frowned.

“Since it’s none other than the Heavenly Lord he will surely return without issue. I just contacted the Lord of the Demonic Sect…”

“The Lord of the Demonic Sect?”

“…!”

Oh no.

Geolwang realized his slip of the tongue and bit his lip.

“Did you say you contacted the Lord of the Demonic Sect?”

“… That’s…”

“That means it’s not just a trivial matter.”

As expected the Little Sword Saint immediately grasped the issue from Geolwang’s blunder.

At this moment the Lord of the Demonic Sect who would be hunting demonic practitioners not far from here had been contacted to come here.

This implied various meanings.

“What on earth is going on….”

Just as the Little Sword Saint was about to raise his voice in anger

Bang-!

“…!!”

The sensation from his body caused the Little Sword Saint to half-kneel.

“Little Sword Saint!”

Geolwang rushed to support him but the Little Sword Saint raised his hand to reject the assistance.

“Hah… Hah….”

A breath escaped involuntarily.

From the qi center to the heart a resonance began.

Veins stood out all over his body and the pounding of his heart echoed in his ears.

Feeling the rough vibrations in his exhausted body made him feel like he would faint again at any moment.

But the Little Sword Saint bit his tongue hard to keep his consciousness intact.

‘So….’

The maddening sensation.

Feeling this the Little Sword Saint understood why the surroundings had become so frantic.

Moreover he realized why Geolwang had been so reluctant to speak to him.

The reason for this resonance was solely one.

“Heavenly Demon….”

“…!”

“Has she arrived?”

At the Little Sword Saint’s words Geolwang’s face contorted.

From Geolwang’s expression the Little Sword Saint gained certainty.

He immediately rose to his feet.

Huuuuuuuk-!!

He drew in energy filling his body.

“Little Sword Saint…! Wait a moment…!”

Geolwang shouted in haste but

the change had already begun.

The first anomaly to appear was her hair.

The brilliant blonde began to turn pure white from the tips.

Not just a change in color but the light she originally possessed grew stronger.

The light thus created began to condense behind her.

Swoosh-!

Soon after several pure white blades were generated.

The swords spread wide behind her.

It felt as if she had unfurled a pair of white wings.

“Wait… just wait!”

Geolwang shouted urgently but

the Little Sword Saint ignored him and soared into the air with all her might.

Her destination was where the resonance was felt.

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Upon arriving at her destination

the Little Sword Saint had to swallow hard at the sight of a being looking up at her from the ground.

Dressed in black robes with deep black hair meeting those purple eyes made cold sweat trickle down her back.

Moreover

Bang-! Bang-!

The unceasing resonance continued to be felt.

Struggling to ignore the disturbing sensations the Little Sword Saint scanned her surroundings.

And soon discovered.

“… Ah.”

The severed neck of the Heavenly Lord lying on the ground and beside it a young man looking at her with wide eyes.

The moment she saw the young man the Little Sword Saint had to swallow her surprise.

‘Why?’

Unlike the appearance she had seen just moments ago the very existence had been reversed.

What had happened?

Seeing this she clenched her fist tightly.