Chapter 42

What is the Peak of Liberation?
Bu Eun-sul thought she had already tasted the ultimate feeling of liberation long ago.
She had enjoyed playing corpse games, where she was forced into a narrow coffin for a long time.
What would happen if someone who is still alive were to lie in a coffin?
At first, it’s just stuffy.
But after a while, it feels like you’re being held down by invisible, tight ropes.
After a while, you feel suffocated, as if your nose and mouth are being clamped shut, and you’re losing consciousness, and when you come out, you feel an indescribable sense of liberation.
‘That’s what I felt then, a sense of release.
Bu Eun-sul from Mazen.
It was only now that he realized the full extent of his liberation.
He barely escaped the trap they laid for him, as Bai Masa and Hua Wu Gumen tried to kill him at all costs.
Afterward, when he woke up gravely wounded, he found himself in the hands of the unforgiving Demon Lord, who held his life by the rope.
If he had faltered for a moment, he would have been traveling on the Three Roads of Death instead of the Guan Road.
-We had a carriage ready.
But was it because of the unexpected outcome?
When she emerged in one piece, the horsemen sent an old horse and an even older coachman.
But Bu Eun-sul was not disappointed.
When she returns to Nangyagak, she’ll have to train again, crossing the lines of fire.
So why not delay the journey back a bit? I thought to myself.
Another good thing was that I had saved enough money for the trip out of Nangyagak.
-I’ll just go back by myself.
If you want, you can buy a carriage and coachman to take you back.
After exiting the temple alone, Bu Eun-sul decided to return to the Near East.
A cup of wine.
After wandering around, Boo-Eun-Seol entered to satisfy her hunger.
Woong Sung Woong Sung.
Most of the patrons seemed to be martial artists from the city, perhaps because the battlefield was nearby.
Occasionally, a few would give her a glance, but since she didn’t wear a single weapon, they seemed to think she was just a tourist.
“Come again.”
With a full stomach, Bu Eun-sul left the table.
She walked down the street to get a carriage.
Normally, she would have walked quickly, but now she walked at a leisurely pace, like a local peasant.
But the more I looked at my surroundings, the more I felt out of place. And I realized something I hadn’t noticed before.
I realized something I hadn’t realized before: the peacefulness of the landscape was foreign to me.
‘I’ve changed.
Ever since he left the Temple of Peace, his days were filled with practicing martial arts and fighting others.
It had been an abrupt transition from the life of a monk to the life of a martial artist.
‘I didn’t…… want this.’
Bu Eunseol looked down at her hands.
They were stained with the blood of countless boys and girls who had attended the Ten Demon Warriors Tournament.
This was never what he wanted.
He paused.
His steps slowed to a crawl as his mind wandered.
An uncomfortable, strange sensation.
It was the gaze of a predator on its prey.
“I should have gotten a sword from the warriors’ hall.
The iron sword he had brought back from Nangya Pavilion had been abandoned two days earlier, when he had fended off Goonpyeong’s last attack.
Sighing, Bu Eun-sul changed direction and headed for the smithy at the end of the shopping street.
“Looking for weapons?”
The blacksmith smirked at the sight of the knitting boy and pointed to a rack of weapons.
“A light sword is good for a young man.”
The blacksmith pointed to a display of longswords that glinted with light.
Sigh.
Picking up the longsword, Bu Eunseol frowned.
The sword had a nice appearance, but the hilt was too thin and the weight was not balanced at all. If the weapons clashed, they would shatter into pieces.
In short, it was a sword fit for a wealthy master’s room as a decoration.
“Don’t you have anything cheaper? Someone else’s used sword is fine.”
At Bu Eun-sul’s words, the blacksmith steamed and pointed to the boxes at the end of the rack.
“Pick one from there. Whichever one you choose, I’ll give it to you for five gold pieces.”
The large crates were piled high with old swords.
Most were rusted and many were missing their scabbards.
Rummaging through the stacks, Buunsul picked up one of the rust-covered swords.
It was so old and rusted, it looked like an unfinished sword that had only the form of a sword.
“I’ll take this one.”
“That one?”
The blacksmith scratched his head, as if his conscience had been pricked, and held out an iron sword from another crate.
“Use this one instead. If you’re going to cut anything.”
“I’ll take this.”
Putting the silver on the table, Bu Eun-sul left the forge.
She traveled away from the mouth of the village to a secluded forest path.
It trudged along.
After a long, leisurely walk, she stopped when she came to a large reed bed.
She breathed in deeply, catching a whiff of the bitter odor of iron on the breeze.
“Come out.”
She looked at the distant sky and muttered lowly.
“Unless you can find a better place than this.”
Sasasasas.
Then the reeds blooming all around her moved dizzily, and suddenly black shadows formed around her.
It looked like a black mist rising from the ground and molding into the shape of a man.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol frowned.
The shadows that emerged all had their faces covered and wielded identical swords.
They must have belonged to the same sect.
“Your eyes are quite sharp.”
Of the masked figures, the one who appeared to be the leader stepped forward.
“Buunsun.”
“You know me.”
“Of course I do. I know what you’re made of…….”
The masked man’s eyes flashed.
“I also know that in three years, you’ll become a demon servant and ravage the Martial Forest.”
“You’re talking nonsense.”
“Bullshit?”
The masked man said in a sharp voice.
“Don’t you realize that the more people like you grow, the more powerful you become, Mazen and Madora?”
‘Mazen and Madora…….’
He chose to become a martial artist for revenge. He is not a bloodthirsty flesh eater.
He has no desire to interfere in the interests of the Fang Clan, no desire to gain honor.
“Do you want to kill me?”
“Want to kill you? You’re mistaken.”
The masked man smirked and looked at Bu Eunseol.
“We have the right to control your life and death. It’s not that we want to kill you, it’s that we’ve decided you’re going to die.”
“Right to life and death?”
Suddenly, life sprang to life in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
He had the utmost contempt for those who called themselves powerful and thought they could control the fate of others.
“Hoo-hoo-hoo. The strong can preside over the fate of the weak. That is Murim.”
At the masked man’s words, Bu Eunseol nodded.
“In that case, I will preside.”
His eyes glowed with a fierce blood red glow.
“I will avenge your deaths today!”
At the sound of the animated Buunsul’s cry, the masked man turned to his companions.
“Unleash the True Law!”
Whirliric.
The masked men surrounding Bu Eunseol split into two lines, one to the left, one to the right, and began circling.
Roar.
Drawing her iron sword, Feng Feixue stabbed at the circling masked figures.
Pow!
However, before he could finish, the tip of his outstretched sword bounced off.
“What a curious tactic.
It was as if an invisible force had deflected the sword.
In the meantime, a sharp sword herb flew out of nowhere and grazed Bu Eunseol’s shoulder.
Chick!
The hem of his robe ripped open, revealing a faint line of blood on his shoulder.
The masked people were moving around in a dizzying fashion, constantly creating afterimages, so she couldn’t tell where the sword herbs were coming from.
Thud!
Sharp sword herbs rained down again.
Bu Eunseol quickly dodged the attacks and tried to counterattack, but her sword was deflected again and again.
The dizzying movements of the masked men as they swung their swords were complementing each other’s weaknesses.
“They’ve been practicing their attacks together for a long time.
The masked men were using the Zheng sect’s killing blow, the spinning slash.
But Bu Eunseol, who hadn’t been taught the true technique, simply assumed that they’d been practicing this strange passing technique for a long time.
Whirr.
The sword that had appeared out of nowhere grazed Bu Eunseol’s shoulder again.
“……?”
At that moment, a puzzled light flashed in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
The sword was very sharp, but it couldn’t be called fleshly. It was only intended to stab near the heart and render him incapacitated.
‘So it’s a martial arts sword.
Though seemingly relentless and poisonous, the masked men’s swordsmanship was more aimed at limb laceration than death.
“It has nothing to do with me.
Bu Eunseul didn’t even wonder who they were or why they wanted to kill him.
“Murim is not a place to die and kill anyway.
Woof.
A red glow erupted around her body as she drew up her Inner Gong, amplifying her senses by dozens of times.
He had unleashed all of his previously unused Inner Gong and Beast Senses.
Flash!
His eyes widened, and he could clearly see the sword plants of the masked figures that he hadn’t seen before.
They seemed to be moving in a chaotic manner, but they were using certain stances and sword techniques.
‘Interesting, I wonder if they’re just following the rules.
The moment a true method is broken, it becomes a useless movement.
A smile appeared on Bu Eunseol’s lips as he realized that they were repeating the same movements.
Shatter!
She stretched out her sword in the direction of the center of the spinning masked people.
Swords rained down from all directions. But Bu Eun-sul didn’t care and continued to deploy her sword.
‘It’s a waste.
Boom!
At that moment, the spinning masked men stopped moving.
It was because one of the masked men had made a deviant move to block Bu Eunseol’s attack.
“Don’t panic!”
The lead masked man spoke in a loud voice, as if he thought that Bu Eunseol had found a loophole in the rules.
“Unfold your zhenjin!”
The masked men began to move in a dizzying array of movements and thrust out their swords.
But Bu Eunseol had already pushed the beast to the limit.
No matter how dizzy the masked men were, it wasn’t difficult to catch their weaknesses.
‘The passing skill is excellent, but the gap between the masked people is huge.
They were moving as dizzily as the constellations in the night sky, but the twists and turns of some of the maskers’ moves quickly revealed their weaknesses.
“I guess this is it.
As the tedious movements continued, Bu Eunsul finally stretched out her flesh.
“Argh!”
As the sword sliced through the air, one of the dizzying masked men let out a pitiful scream as it grabbed him by the throat.
In a flash of lightning, the carotid artery near his neck had been severed.
“In the meantime, you’ve managed to find a loophole in the Qixing High Examination?
The masked men were using the Seven Sacred Treasures Test.
How did they manage to destroy the Shamanic Sect’s cultivation technique that had never been broken before?
”You’ve already taught the Ten Demon Warriors the True Sect’s Sea Qin!
The boss masked man gritted his teeth, firmly convinced of Bu Eunseol’s abilities.
“Use the third strike!”