Chapter 125 The Secret of the Golden Station

Bloodthirsty.
A time when the Blood Demon God descended, pacified the turbulent world and stood supreme.
Now, after all these years, the deeds of such a blood god have become the stuff of legend.
As with any legendary Gotham, there are exaggerations and distortions.
But.
Having once roamed the vast expanse of this mighty river alongside the Blood God, he knew better than anyone that there was not the slightest exaggeration or distortion in the martial arts passed down from mouth to mouth.
The so-called Blood God Reign began in earnest with the rise of the Namgung Sega family, the new prestigious sword family of the political faction.
Southern Palace of the Spearblade.
As the founder of the Namgung Clan, he was a wielder of the Martial Sword.
Many of the sword techniques that are the backbone of the family, such as the Changcheon Daiyon Sword Method, the Gungchang Musang Sword Method, the Emperor’s Sword Method, and the Heavenly Flowing Cloud Sword Method, were created through the genius of the Southern Palace.
His qualities were so heavenly that he was able to unleash the latent divine power of the Martial Sword.
One.
The sky was grumpy.
This is because when the Southern Emperor earned the title of Changgung Swordsman and rose to the top of the most powerful faction, another genius emerged.
It was a blood god.
A native of Sae-woo, he entered the game one day and began his unstoppable run, defeating one big name after another.
Roughly seven years after the Southern Palace had gotten its hands on the Martial God Sword, a challenge came from the blood gods who had defeated the clans of Seo Wenxue, Mo Yongxue, and others.
It was officially a one-on-one match, and the only way to win was with a shinobi.
So they mixed their swords, and eventually, the owner of the Wushin Sword changed hands.
The fight lasted about fifty seconds.
However, there were only a handful of powerhouses in the entire Martial Sect who could last more than fifty seconds in the hands of a Blood God, so no one dared to disparage the strength of the Southern Palace of the Spear Sword City.
Rather, he practiced after his defeat, and by the end of his life, he had risen to the top of his party.
If I had been born in a different era, I would have been an outright loser.
After acquiring the Wushu Sword, Blood God made a spiritual connection and set his sights on the Old Dynasty.
‘It was almost the last time he knocked on the door of this place, …….’
The Blood Gods were on the verge of cementing their status as absolute supreme beings by then, and the old school, including the Hyungsan School, was the de facto final gateway.
However, before the battle with the Southern Emperor, the four Jiangmen had already bent the knee.
Starting with Shaolin Temple, Blood God won a series of victories against the rest of the Old Dynasty’s Jiangmen, finally leaving only the Xingshan Sect.
-The Buddha’s heart on Mt. Shung has been subdued, the shaman’s stone rock has disintegrated, the Bodhisattva of Ami has been subdued, and the plum blossoms of Chapter have fallen…… Now only the cloud peak of Mt. Hyung remains, and in honor of this day’s great deed, I will inscribe the indelible mark of the main seat on the holy land of the Tao.
The Blood God came here, confident of victory, and declared so.
That’s when he let go of his pride.
The end was in sight, so the best of the best, including Zhang Wenyin, came together.
Blood God accepted the challenge without a second thought.
His concession was to go to a symbolic place on Mount Hyung and fight.
It was the giant flesh and blood at the base of the Saint’s Peak.
The site has been a traditional sanctuary since the first founder of the Hyungshan School, Yundap Jin-yin, practiced cotton walling.
Blood God went there and defeated Hyungsan Samseong in fifty seconds, leaving his indelible mark as he had promised.
From that day on, the precious flesh and blood that had been the place of worship for all generations of Zhang Wenyin was transformed into a space filled with dark magical energy.
After recovering, he unleashed a barrage of daoist qigong to dissipate the magic there.
One.
It backfired.
Magi’s giant flesh and blood was no match for the three of them, and the three of them had added their own good energy to the mix, creating a truly chaotic space.
As a result, the sanctuary of the Hyungsan sect was designated as a forbidden area, where no one could enter without the permission of the elders, and it has remained so ever since.
For a little over two hundred years.
By the way.
There is one bisa that only the iron flow trail knows about.
The entity that allowed the Yue Magi to be perpetuated in his blood was the Divine Influence of the Martial Sword.
Yes, it’s a mystery.
At that time, Blood God had a spiritual conversation with Mu Xingxin, wishing to leave my mark on the precious sanctuary of the Hyung San Sect.
-Martial Sword, can I borrow your power to plant my magick here for all eternity?
-like a kind of pentameter……?
-Yes.
-Well, I’ve never tried that.
-Difficult?
-Actually, this blood has mystical powers of its own. I don’t know if that will help.
-Mysterious power? How do you know that?
-Because you’ve stayed with the right person.
-Right…… He too was once the owner of a shamanic sword.
-Spent nearly fifteen years.
-Since you’re the blood of the Holy Mountain, you seem to possess the spiritual energy of Mother Nature. Is it possible to harness it?
-Try it.
-Hoohoo. It is indeed a shamanic sword.
-Don’t talk half-assed. On a subject that hasn’t lived half the time I have.
-…….
-You’ve been sneaky lately.
-…….
-Well, never mind. I want you to summon as much magical energy as you can muster while simultaneously summoning my own. Compress it into a dais, then explode it all at once.
-Yes…….
-That sounds like fun.
It was successful.
The blood god’s magick, combined with the unearthly divine energy contained within the sword, remained there and was perpetuated.
Chu Liuhui flashed an old memory in his mind, but quickly erased it, returning his gaze to the Saint Peak.
‘What’s in there is a fragment of my divine power. It’s a power I’ve already vomited out of me, but if I can channel it back into this body and manipulate it in some way…….’
Perhaps, then, some of the lost powers of the Martial Sword could be revived in this unprecedented body.
With that thought, Chu Liuhui stroked the hilt of his Red Sword.
‘Furthermore, I will find a way to turn this sword into a recruit…….’
-The most powerful sword in history is nothing to sneeze at.
The insulting words that come to mind at every opportunity fuel my drive to achieve and compete.
The mysterious uses and elements of this body had been grasped through the use of the inventory sword, and now it was time to accelerate Mu Yu’s progress and discover more of its hidden powers.
It was quite helpful that he had a pair of earmuffs at the time.
It took a while, as the final awakening of the owner was necessary to completely destroy the object of the auricular property, but it did allow me to experiment with it and double-check its current use.
‘It’s been about two hundred years since the Blood God, so…… is it the advent of the so-called Muriman Rebellion?’
The Iron River has experienced all the turbulence of a two-hundred-year cycle.
Compared to other eras, the powerhouses of the past have been as numerous as the stars in the night sky, and that’s not really an exaggeration.
From heavenly horses to blood gods, there were many masters in the five waves of the two-hundred-year cycle.
In a different era, you’d think he’d have been a household name…….
Coincidences that repeat themselves are not coincidences.
It is entirely possible that the current martial arts scene will also see a new wave of extraordinary martial artists come out of the woodwork.
‘Even the long-writers here are of a high caliber.
I felt the iron currents early on.
The mystical senses of the flesh are exquisite, and the aura within the body of the Heavenly Martial Master is extremely powerful.
With that in mind, a regional powerhouse like Hunan Five Nations probably had a higher ranking than expected.
‘The one who destroyed me was a harbinger of things to come.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside the hall.
bullcuck
The faded lattice doors creaked and gaped from side to side.
It was the Heavenly Martial Arts Dojo, the long form of the Hyungsan Sect.
“Iron gates, long have you waited.”
Then the iron stream left the windowsill and asked.
“It was unanimous, wasn’t it?”
“Heh, I guess I already predicted the mood of the room, because everyone was too busy praising the iron gates to keep their mouths dry.”
“Well, it’s a gift, and who wouldn’t want to give it away?”
“That’ll be appreciated.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Since you’ve come this far, why don’t you stay the night and go with Frequency tomorrow when it’s light out?”
“Good.”
“Yeah, iron gates. I see. By the way, Gong Yue’s promotion review is coming up in a little while, why don’t you come and observe?”
“Yes, let’s go.”
Chu Liuhui replied expressionlessly, and then followed Chen Mu Dojo out of the hall.
* * *
A boudoir in an ante-chamber within the White House grounds.
Namgung Sang-lin and Hae-yeon Hae were sitting across a small, square tea table, drinking tea and chatting.
“I’m laughing again thinking about Sojourner’s reaction earlier, the ferocious Madhurani…… ahahaha.”
Hae-yeon narrows her eyes and snorts, afraid to let Namgung Sang-lin finish.
“Phew, I’ve seen it all.”
“Yes?”
“Then I saw Confucius put his hand on the hilt of his sword.”
“…….”
“Somehow you seem more surprised than I am, don’t you, ho-ho-ho.”
“When else did you see that. Grrr.”
“But what are those three martial arts symbols I saw earlier? Swordsmen of passion, effort, and grit…… foot. That’s weird.”
“I’ve never heard of it either, huh. You’ve got to be kidding me, that’s a real asterisk.”
“You had a serious look on your face.”
“Oh, well…… passion, hard work, grit, and determination are all fine and dandy…….”
“When is everyone going to finish their personal training, anyway? I’m kind of bored sitting here.”
The door to the boudoir slid open with a loud thud, as if to say, “The tiger will come if I say so.
Han Inyoung walks in shortly afterward.
It was a backsplash collusion.
Nangong Shanglin stood up and bowed politely.
“Ah, welcome. Mr. Hao.”
Sun Yat-sen bowed his head in an unspoken greeting.
“Have you been waiting long?”
Nangong Shanglin smiled and shook her head slightly as Ning Mugake asked apologetically.
“No, and put your mind at ease.”
“But…….”
“It’s all right, Mr. Hao.”
“Mmm, okay, I see. Southern Palace Confucius. I have to go back to the training that Master Wen ordered me to do, so I won’t be free until this evening. In the meantime, …… Here, take this. It was written by Master Wen himself, and he asked me to give it to you if anyone with that special scabbard comes to visit.”
With those words, the ninja left a few books on the table and walked back out the door.
“Just a few more minutes, then, bye.”
After he disappeared, Namgung Sanglin’s eyes widened as soon as she saw the title of the pamphlet.
“Oh, my God!”
It was inevitable.
Gungchang Mushang Sword, Emperor’s Sword Method, Changgung Sword Style, Heavenly Flowing Cloud Sword Method, Heavenly Cloud Sword Style…… because all of those titles were the main sword techniques practiced by the Southern Palace Family.
Suddenly, Su Yan’s eyes widened in surprise.
The Namgungse family’s swordsmanship has been so famous since ancient times that she recognized the series of titles immediately.
“Oh my…… Confucius! Are those the ones that popped into my head?”
Nan Gongsanglin nodded.
“Yes…… these are all the real sword studies…… of this family. Huh, I don’t believe it.”
“No, how in the world does the Iron Gate Lord know about the Southern Palace Family’s sword discipline?”
“That…… well.”
Namgung Sanglin stammers, his eyes mesmerized.
-The flowers are blooming, but there are no butterflies. Are you wandering around looking for them?
Hae-yeon clenched her fists as she thought back to those words.
‘It’s obvious! He…… knows my sword history, and he knows my martial arts, and he knows it perfectly! This could be a coincidence!
-If you’re interested in being a guest of honor, you’re welcome.
It was then that I realized.
The power of the Iron Curtain meant that if you chose to stay at the White House, you would get what you wanted.
Hae-yeon’s eyes lit up and she made up her mind.
“This is where I belong……!
That evening.
Haeyeon composed a letter to be addressed to Xiao Tianyak, the gatekeeper of the Probate Gate.
<I don't eat there anymore. Don't look for me again. And please, stop with the concubine talk.
* * *
The next day.
After breakfast and a short rest, Chu Liuhui was guided by the Tianmu Dojo Master to the entrance of the golden station beneath the Saint Peak.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 126 (126 of 552)