Chapter 30

Chu Qing Overblood.
The mental strength required to channel energy into another’s body, to direct it as one wished, to make it go in the right direction, was beyond imagination.
Nangong Yue’s back was damp as she welcomed the Thunderclan’s energy.
She had heard of him before, but he was worse than she had expected.
Nonetheless, Nangong Yue’s essence pressed against the rampaging Thunderclan’s energy and led it to a place. A place where a tiny seed had germinated and sprouted into a full-fledged warrior. The aura was familiar.
It must be Dai Yan Gong.
As soon as I reached it, the pathway to the cesspool was unstable. Instead, the pathway to the junction was unstable, and its widening into the veins and arteries of the entire body showed signs of painstaking work. It was as if he had done it his own way.
How could it have survived being poisoned by military assets?
It was extraordinary. My strength grew in the grip of the Southern Palace. I increased my concentration even more.
The Grand Duke’s body trembled from the aura that stretched out to the Hundred Seas. Just guiding the aura of the Thunderclap was enough to make Nangong Yue feel uplifted, but what about the Grand Duke, who was carrying that aura within his body?
Even the duke’s twelve meridians were consumed by the advancing thunder, burning away all the waste that would accumulate in a person and the turbidity that would impede the operation of his qi.
After cleansing the dantian and the twelve meridians, the remaining energies were agitated. I asked the spirit of the South Palace Winter, who seemed to know where I was going.
Where are you taking me, where are you heading?
They were ready, they cried out.
For the first time in her life, Nangong Yul decided to be greedy. She would give them the greatest gift she could give.
The aura of the Thunderclan and Nangong Yue’s aura simultaneously traveled past the battlefield, upward, upward, upward.
Kwaggagang!
The Grand Duke’s trance-like body seemed to be shocked.
His body shook and he slammed his bat against the ground several times.
It was a place that must be broken through in order to reach the supreme realm. The one realm that, if attempted clumsily, would cripple him and make him unable to hold a sword for the rest of his life.
It was the poisonous vein, and it was called the Heavenly Gate.
Kwah!
The thunderous aura exploded several times. At the same time, the beads of sweat on Nangong Yue’s body began to soak the ground where they were now sitting.
The Thunder Clan’s aura that had been blocked by the Poisonous Yang Vein was released. Even though there was no energy blocking their path, they were still grumbling and complaining about why there was an obstacle in their way.
Boom! Kwaang! Kwagang!
Goooooooo.
A powerful aura comparable to that of a thunderclap surged into the Southern Palace’s twin fields. The pure power of the Thunder Emperor Divine Gong, which had reached its peak, merged with the aura of the Thunder Clan, and then it rushed in.
Boom!
As if dozens of wall bombs had been detonated simultaneously, the explosive sound never stopped, piercing through the Grand Duke’s body. Nangong Yue also felt the gap in the strong Ling Poison Vein, a tiny gap that Nangong Yue hadn’t missed, and the aura of the Thunder King Divine Duke, who had become one with the Thunder Clan, pierced through the gap, directly reaching the heavenly gate.
Fluttering.
The Thunder Clan’s aura, which had been raging within the twitching Grand Duke’s body, traveled around the world and settled on the Grand Duke’s dantian.
Of course, when Nangong Yue saw that even a small portion of the Thunder Emperor Divine Skill that Nangong Yue had in his possession had disappeared as if it were his own, she couldn’t help but laugh.
“So this is your place now?”
* * *
Gu Yueyue.
I opened my eyes and had to swallow hard to get rid of the dizziness, the weirdness, and the empty stomach.
Kuluk, kuluk.
I reached for my sleeve to wipe the foreign substance from the corner of my mouth.
“……Where did he go?”
I was naked. Naked, in the state of a natural human being without a single thread of clothing.
The fact that he was naked made him think. What did I do before that left me like this…….
Ah. I ate a thunderbolt……?
But why is that connected to being naked?
My nose pricked up at the unidentifiable black and red marks scattered around me in my current situation. Someone defecated here.
“It belongs to none other than the Grand Duke.”
“Elder ……?”
My eyes widened at the familiar voice. He looked several years older than the Namgung Yue I knew.
No way.
“Now is important. I will lead you. ”
The dreamy-sounding voice belonged to Elder Il.
“……What the hell is going on.”
“Before you know it.”
Hmm? Is it my mood?
Elder Sun seemed to have taken a step back.
So I took a step closer.
Sigh.
Another step away.
“Elder Sun?”
“Even among priests, there is a need for decorum. We will maintain this distance before we wash.”
Suddenly, I realize.
At the stench that vibrated through my body.
The black marks were mine.
I had heard it before. I’d heard it before, that the elixirs and herbs could drive out all kinds of turbidity and waste.
You have to feel it to know it.
I had no way of knowing, since I had no connection to him in my previous life.
“Alright, I’ll be right back…….”
“Woof.”
Nangong Yue, whose expression never changed, broke away from the distance she had been maintaining and moved away.
As I followed her gaze, saying, “No matter what,” I saw my uncle standing there as well.
He was covering his nose and waving his hand in the air.
“I came to see if you’re doing it right, but you look like shit,” he said. Yuck. It stinks.”
I never thought I’d feel so much killing intent in this life as I did in my previous life.
* * *
Someone said.
The closer you get to the supreme state, the closer you get to Mother Nature.
And the first gateway to that superlative state is the Lin Dok Yang Vein. It opens the gates of heaven.
After passing through a deep dark cave, the light is many times brighter than before.
Hearing the chirping of birds in flight and coming face to face with nature.
A sense of smell that has changed to the point where you can instantly recognize what’s being cooked dozens of rooms away.
A sense of taste that tantalizes you with the flavors of the air that moves across your mouth with each breath.
The sense of touch, where I can feel the air playing in my lungs and the grains of sand on the ground.
It’s like facing the world with enhanced senses, but also with new ones.
I shuddered at the aura of the Thunderclan that filled the tenuously germinated grounds of the Great Yan Dynasty, shaking my entire body with each passing moment. The accumulation of energy and the burning of his poisonous veins didn’t instantly raise his cultivation level, but it did change the way he saw the world.
In his previous life, he was the South Palace Wall,
when he was called a fleshguy and then a swordguy.
I understood a little bit more about the tortured swordsmanship and immense strength of the peak masters.
With that kind of exhilaration, I could feel confident that I could do anything. It made me think that I could do anything.
“Have you returned?”
I looked at Namgungyeoul. The matriarch had gotten tired of waiting and had left, saying she had work to do.
Chet. She disappeared like a ghost.
He must have felt how murderous I looked at him.
“Thank you, Elder Sun.”
“You’ll be saying that a lot in the future. Grab your sword.”
I gritted my teeth at those words. Grab the sword, he said.
“I have much to teach you. We’ve only passed through one gateway, and we have a long way to go. I don’t think you’ve ever tasted the sword of the South Palace.”
Hagi.
He had the basics, but no swordsmanship to show off.
“There is an order to swordsmanship. Grand Duke.”
The Grand Duke opened his mouth to tell me about the swords of the Southern Palace.
“The Iron Sword Sixty-Six is a basic sword, and the Island Warfare Thirty-Three Sword Lance is only slightly better than that. Even the Great Yan Gong is a basic sword, so members of the Southern Palace don’t learn it directly, only as a secondary skill, because there are many martial arts that are better than that, according to everyone who practices them. “It’s faster and more progressive to learn the ascended martial arts, the refined martial arts, than the basic ones.”
Normally.
I would have disagreed and expressed my disapproval. But since it was Nangong Yue, the one who understood the Southern Palace Sword the best, who spoke, there was no way to say anything.
“That’s what everyone thinks, but.”
A hissing, metallic sound spread out.
Slowly, and even more slowly, the iron sword saber unfolded from the tip of Nangong Yue’s sword.
It was a familiar sword. However, it was a much more ordinary sword than the one An Bai had shown him. No reinterpretation, no power, just ordinary.
“Nevertheless, the reason why I keep the Iron Blood Sword Sectarian as my base sword is that it is the best sword to understand the sword.”
“Before the blade is sharpened, before it is wielded.
It was Namgung Yeol who said that only by understanding the life of the iron sword can the tip of the sword contain righteousness and justice.
That moment.
My heart stopped for a moment at the word “pado,” and my shoulders crushed at the word “mystery of heaviness. It was a fleeting moment.
Only a few swings of the sword.
Only a few swings of the same iron sword.
“The Thirty-Three Sword Thunderbolts will be your guide to the Heavenly Thunder, so you’re definitely mastering the Southern Palace Sword.”
Thirteen flashes of light flashed in an instant. The brightness of the flashes blinded him for a moment.
“So the Archduke’s path to …… is not wrong.”
I shook my head at that.
“Even if it was, it would be less efficient than mastering the Martial Arts of Ascension from the beginning.”
If you can master the Martial Arts of Ascension first.
If I could do that, then the process before that might be worthless.
That was the fundamental question I had while learning martial arts.
Is the process called basic really necessary. Is a series of courses really necessary.
In response to my reaction, Nan Gongyue smiled lightly.
“Chang Tian. Spearbow. Thunder, emptiness. Great smoke, heavenly wind. This list of words could be considered the entirety of the Southern Palace. Only by making the story of the Six your own can you hope to see the next, the path of the Emperor you so long for.”
With that, Nangong Yue looked at the tip of his sword.
“It’s called the Six Harmonies because it represents the four directions of heaven, earth, sky, and the four directions of east, west, north, and south, but it has a different meaning in the Southern Palace. The Six Directions, with the stories of Chang Tian, Chang Gung, Thunder, Mu Ae, Dai Yan, Heavenly Wind, and the Six, can truly be described as the Southern Palace. However, it is a hard and arduous path to enter, and that’s why we need Guides.”
The Iron Sword Ceremony is said to be the first key to understanding the Sword of the Southern Palace.
The Thirty-Three Swords of the Island is said to be the second key to embracing the Sword of the Southern Palace.
“If it weren’t for the groundwork laid by the Great Yan Dynasty, even the aura of the Thunderbolt Corps would quickly crumble. Without such a solid foundation and base, everything else would crumble.”
“Is that true?”
“Believe in the path you are on.”
It was painful to be reminded again and again of the path I was on. How many times did I have to feel like I was the only one left behind when everyone else was yelling at me to master the art of ascension.
In that situation, in that world, where you can’t learn it, you can’t master it, and you’re never given the chance.
The only thing I could rely on were the basics of swordsmanship and judo.
I reluctantly learned them, learned them to survive, and believed in them to keep me going.
It is said to be the right path, the one that cannot be denied.
From the mouth of the man who understands the Sword of the South Palace best.