Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 564 (Part 2)



564 (Part 2)

Changing the perception of a blood calamity that has yet to occur was impossible with mere information.

Humans are beasts of insensitivity.

When it comes to the future they tend to think too easily.

So.

I had to find a way.

I discovered the simplest method.

Perhaps it was a simple logic.

If one is so concerned about something that has not yet happened.

Then it was a matter of creating danger to remind them.

To oppose and bring down the Murim Alliance.

Moreover possessing overwhelming power and influence a being that stood at the forefront of the Central Plains.

The master of the Demonic Cult Heavenly Demon.

With his mere existence he had once united the decaying Murim Alliance which was rotting from righteousness and cooperation.

He even gathered unprecedented forces to wage war.

The phenomenon created by the crisis known as Heavenly Demon was precisely that.

[…Thus.]

If a crisis plays such a beneficial role.

Then all I had to do was willingly create that crisis.

That much was entirely within my capability.

This means.

In this world where the ‘crisis’ has not yet appeared.

[I think I’ll put on a little play.]

I decided to first become the crisis myself.

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My body swayed.

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“…Oppa.”

I heard a voice near my ear.

My eyelids were heavy making it difficult to open my eyes.

“Please wake up…!”

It was a desperate voice. Is it Gureonghwa?

As I confirmed this I slightly opened my eyes.

‘Wrist.’

At the same time I tried to move my arm a little.

Clank.

I felt something tied around my wrist.

Fortunately it seemed the shackles were still secure.

Right after I had vomited blood I had wrapped myself in clothes and returned to the prison.

Having caused a commotion I bought myself some time before people could come to the prison.

I quietly returned to my cell without leaving a trace.

Even if I had left some I believed Nahiga would have cleaned it up.

As I sat back in the cell returning to my original state.

Then.

‘Am I asleep?’

It seemed I had briefly lost consciousness.

That was a mistake.

‘The fatigue had piled up much more than I thought.’

I absolutely should not have lost my mind.

To lose consciousness due to the burden on my body.

Ugh.

I gently circulated my qi to assess my condition.

I could still feel the mess inside me.

‘Tsk….’

On the contrary I could feel the slow regeneration but I had indeed sustained internal injuries.

I thought I would have to suffer for at least a couple of months.

‘…Regardless of anything else I can’t use the Fire Wheel Technique.’

As I tried to create a sun in the air half of my energy drained from my heart.

It was because I had forced myself to use power that did not match my level and my energy had to bear the burden instead.

‘This isn’t easy.’

I thought I had met the conditions somehow.

But to be in this state after just this one attempt.

If I were to do this again I would need to use a slightly different method.

‘I need a more efficient way.’

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I couldn’t just keep doing it this way.

As I tried to think of another method.

“…Oppa… please wake up.”

I turned my gaze to the voice.

Ah now that I think about it Gureonghwa was calling me. I immediately spoke up.

“Oh I just dozed off for a moment. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

I had hidden the part where I was injured with my energy.

As long as it didn’t show on the outside it would be fine. Just as Gureonghwa was about to say something to me.

“You seem to have been very tired.”

Another voice interrupted.

I turned my head to see the Sword Mistress standing there. She also looked quite exhausted.

It must have been due to the previous situation.

I smiled pretending not to notice.

“Does your presence here mean that the matter is resolved?”

Swish.

I subtly showed my tightly bound wrist to the Sword Mistress.

“I’m starting to feel a bit suffocated… I hope the misunderstanding has been cleared up. I really didn’t steal anything.”

I had to act as if I knew nothing about the previous events.

My face was hidden by a mask.

I had changed not only my physical appearance but also my voice so it shouldn’t be noticeable.

Even so I had to be extremely cautious.

Upon hearing my words the Sword Mistress made a somewhat shadowed expression and spoke to me in a calm voice.

“I would like to release you if I could. But not yet…”

“It’s alright.”

I interrupted what the Sword Mistress was saying and this time another voice chimed in.

As someone appeared from behind.

Seeing that I had to click my tongue inwardly.

‘I didn’t sense their presence.’

Perhaps due to my injuries my perception was not functioning properly.

Because of that it seemed I couldn’t even feel such a close presence.

Otherwise there was no way I wouldn’t have sensed the presence right in front of me.

Let alone such a significant presence.

The person who suddenly appeared and interrupted smiled at the Sword Mistress and said.

“Rather it is a situation where I must apologize for the rudeness of the main sect. Sword Mistress.”

Flap.

A breeze blew from somewhere causing the righteous robe to flutter.

The pure white robe swayed and the large characters sewn onto it also danced.

Righteousness (正).

That was what was written on the robe.

What that signifies is none other than.

The firmness of expressing that righteousness is oneself and at the same time.

The highest authority of the orthodox sects the heart of the Murim Alliance.

The leader of the Murim Alliance.

That righteous figure was precisely that.

With sharp features and hair that had turned completely white.

A well-groomed beard and a physique that felt trained for an old man.

Moreover the sharp aura emanating from his body was making my own body tense involuntarily.

It was a presence on a different level than the White Demon Sword which was called the Beheading Sword.

‘…He really came.’

The first sect leader from the sects. A figure belonging to the Seven Great Masters of the Central Plains.

The leader of the Mu-dang sect.

Mu-dang Sword Immortal.

He had come here to witness the incident that had occurred in the Mu-dang…

“Eh?”

An odd sound escaped my mouth.

Because of that everyone around turned to look at me.

It was absolutely not a situation where such a sound should have come out.

I swallowed dryly after letting it slip. This was not at all intentional.

I had truly blurted it out without realizing.

‘No.’

It couldn’t be helped.

‘Why is that old man here?’

Upon discovering another old man quietly standing next to the Mu-dang Sword Immortal such a sound escaped me.

How could I not be surprised?

As all eyes were on me.

“Ho ho.”

I felt a line of interest piercing into me.

“How fascinating. Truly fascinating.”

The old man was hunched over his back looking quite crooked.

He seemed to have difficulty walking holding a cane.

His unkempt eyebrows were even obscuring his eyes.

Thud.

He approached closer.

He must not have washed himself recently as a faint odor was subtly noticeable.

Yet no one around the righteous figure frowned at him.

Neither did I.

If one knew the identity of that old man no one would dare to do so.

The old man who approached me spoke.

“Nice to meet you child.”

Yes I knew the identity of that righteous figure.

Just a little while ago I had recalled it. How could I forget?

“Do you know who I am?”

The old man asked seemingly delighted.

“…I know…”

I answered that I knew.

“Ho ho. Then let’s see if you can guess.”

“…”

At the second question from the old man.

I hesitated for a moment before speaking to him.

“…I meet the Boss of the Open Sect.”

At those words the old man’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The identity of the righteous figure was none other than the Boss of the Open Sect known as the Ear of the Murim Alliance.

And that Boss of the Open Sect.

Woo Bong-chwi the true Fengyun Gui-do that the Mu-dang had intended to use.