Chapter 4: The Heavenly Killing Star Reincarnated into the Namgung Clan (2)
Chapter 3 – The Heavenly Killing Star Reincarnated into the Namgung Clan (2)
Whoosh.
The energy that was softly spreading from his entire body was gathered back, as if being absorbed into his body.
Namgung Cheon slowly opened his eyes.
For a very brief moment, a sharp light flickered in his eyes.
‘Finally, this body has become somewhat usable.’
Namgung Cheon quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Half a month had passed.
During that time, Namgung Cheon ate whatever he could get his hands on and exercised repeatedly to build up his physical strength.
And three days ago, he began his internal energy cultivation.
Fortunately, Namgung Cheon’s constitution was not bad.
After all, how could it be bad when he inherited the blood of his mother, who was revered as the number one dragon of the land despite being a woman?
However, although the soil was good, the environment was not.
No matter how fertile the land is, if the environment for the sprout to grow is harsh, it is difficult for it to grow and bear fruit.
The stigma of being the child of the Heavenly Great Killing Star must have been an environment too harsh for a young child to bear.
‘Even so, to make such a foolish choice. Tsk.’
A sigh escaped.
He blamed his son, but in truth, it was a sigh of self-blame.
With what right could he blame and scold his son?
To be able to scold his son, he would have had to fulfill his role as a father.
But he had never been a father.
His son must have fought a lonely battle his entire life.
Even during the time when he should have been acting spoiled, playing around, and monopolizing everyone’s affection, he must have been pointed at by everyone and received a bucketful of curses.
Moreover, since his only mother passed away early due to Jueyin Syndrome, how lonely must he have been?
Thinking about that made his heart feel uneasy.
‘Watch closely. Though I did nothing for you as a father, I will show you clearly how to ruin this dog-like world, and how to mercilessly trample and rise above those who turned their backs on me!’
Having made a sort of resolution, Namgung Cheon stood up from his seat.
The opportunity given by his wife and son.
He would not fail again like his past life.
If only he could fight and win against the world, he would become more vicious and more despicable.
The reason he was branded as the Heavenly Great Killing Star in his past life, becoming a public enemy of the Martial World and being chased, was simple.
The First Sight Skill-Breaking Eyes.
It was because of that talent, which barely appeared once in a thousand years.
The world occasionally produced unexpectedly talented individuals.
For example, among musicians, there are those with the ability to instantly grasp unique pitches after hearing them only once.
An ability called absolute pitch.
Although it was certainly a rare talent, it was nothing more than an ordinary skill compared to the First Sight Skill-Breaking Eyes that martial artists envied.
An ability to crack any martial art by just looking at it once, just like absolute pitch!
The First Sight Skill-Breaking Eyes was divided into three stages.
First Action, Like the Technique.
Second Action, Realizing the Intent.
Third Action, Becoming One.
That is, performing it once after seeing it allows one to mimic the technique reasonably similarly, performing it twice allows one to realize the true intent, and the third time allows one to become one with the martial art.
Of course, it was an exaggeration, but it was clear that it was a realm unimaginable to ordinary people.
However, this blessed talent could become a disaster if one was born into an ordinary family.
Think about it.
What martial artist in the world would welcome someone who could crack their martial arts at first sight?
They would be on pins and needles, worried that their secret techniques might be exposed and their weaknesses revealed.
By this point, it should be understandable.
Why the Martial World drove Jin Cheon-rang to become a public enemy and branded him with the infamy of the Heavenly Great Killing Star.
A talent that all martial artists envied, but one that made him the target of all martial artists.
However, his naive father bragged about that fact to the entire neighborhood, and Jin Cheon-rang died after fighting lonely all his life.
‘But now, it is different!’
Jin Cheon-rang was dead.
Come to think of it, he did not know if the First Sight Skill-Breaking Eyes was still maintained.
He had no choice but to grab anyone and test it out sooner or later.
‘This time, I will definitely trample them. The despicable bastards who run this dog-like world!’
Jin Cheon-rang, who had now adapted to Namgung Cheon’s body, circulated his internal energy once again.
Though it was not yet enough, internal energy quite fitting for his age ran refreshingly along his blood vessels.
‘Certainly, the Namgung Clan’s Boundless Sky Great Expansion Divine Art is quite excellent.’
He had heard about the Boundless Sky Great Expansion Divine Art in detail through Namgung Seon in his past life. At the time, he had even helped compensate for its deficiencies.
Therefore, cultivating internal energy with Namgung Cheon’s body was not difficult at all.
Not only the cultivation method, but Namgung Seon had also had all of the Namgung Clan’s martial arts reviewed by him.
As such, there was no problem for him to live as Namgung Cheon in the future.
While he was doing push-ups after finishing his cultivation, a voice was heard from outside the door.
“Young Master, it is Bok-seong.”
“*Pant*, *pant*, come in.”
A servant who looked to be in his late twenties opened the door and entered.
He was the person whose eyes met Namgung Cheon’s first when he woke up.
He had been explaining how Namgung Cheon had lived and what his personality was like.
Of course, it was mostly bad news.
That he could not mingle with people because he was the child of the Heavenly Great Killing Star, and that he was always bullied.
Even the servants, excluding Bok-seong, avoided Namgung Cheon, so that said it all, didn’t it?
Fortunately, at least Bok-seong seemed to follow Namgung Cheon sincerely.
“*Pant*, *pant*, what’s the matter?”
Bok-seong looked at Namgung Cheon with a blank expression for a moment.
He had never seen Namgung Cheon so dedicated to something before.
Yet, Namgung Cheon, who had resurrected from death, seemed to have become a completely different person.
Not only did he run up the mountain behind them every day wearing sandbags, but he also did not skip his morning and evening cultivations.
Indeed, except for eating and sleeping, he was absorbed in training his body all day long.
“Young Master. You will end up falling ill again at this rate. How about doing it in moderation?”
“‘Moderation’ becomes ‘half-heartedly,’ and ‘half-heartedly’ becomes ‘giving up.'”
“S-Still… I am worried you might get sick by overexerting yourself again.”
“This body is going to continue to be busy in the future. If you have something to say, spit it out quickly and leave.”
“Ah, that is… Um…”
“Why are you unable to speak?”
Finally, Namgung Cheon stood up.
White steam rose slowly over his sturdy upper body.
‘They say people change after a near-death experience… Does the body change too?’
Never before had Namgung Cheon’s body looked as robust as it did today.
Bok-seong shook off the thought that had casually surfaced and asked.
“The evening breeze is nice, so how about taking a light walk?”
“No thanks.”
“You haven’t looked outside at all since you regained consciousness.”
“I feel like I’ve gone up and down the mountain behind us about three hundred times, so what were you doing not watching?”
“T-That’s a mountain. You should also watch people living. Don’t be like that, and how about getting some fresh air?”
“Rather than that, let’s go to the Patriarch’s Hall. I have something to say to Grandfather…”
“Ah, you can’t do that!”
Bok-seong quickly waved his hands.
When Namgung Cheon narrowed his eyes and stared at him, Bok-seong only then realized he had overreacted and blushed.
“I-I am sorry. Since it is still a time when you need to be careful, it is dangerous to move around carelessly… Um, so, the night air is still cold and I thought it would be better for you to stay quietly inside the room…”
“Why are you acting like this?”
“Yes? What do you mean?”
“Earlier you told me to get some fresh air. Now you tell me not to budge from the room. Which tune am I supposed to dance to?”
“Ah, did I do that? Hahaha! It’s nothing. I was just so worried about you, Young Master, that I spoke without thinking…”
“Bok-seong.”
“Yes? Yes, Young Master.”
“Do you also dislike me? Do you want to keep your distance because I am the child of the Great Killing Star?”
“Yes? How could that be! Why would I… to you, Young Master!”
“Then speak. What is the reason for this?”
“T-That is…”
Bok-seong merely rolled his eyes with a troubled expression.
Namgung Cheon stood up from his seat.
“If you have nothing to say, to the Patriarch’s Hall…”
“Understood! I will tell you!”
He should have done that from the start.
Namgung Cheon crossed his arms and looked at Bok-seong.
Bok-seong let out a shallow sigh and scratched the back of his head.
“Actually… there is a guest at the Patriarch’s Hall right now.”
“A guest? Who?”
“The Mount Huang Yun Clan.”
The Mount Huang Yun Clan.
Namgung Cheon recalled the memories of what he had heard from Bok-seong over the past half month.
The Mount Huang Yun Clan was originally a family whose power and scale lagged far behind the Namgung Clan.
However, recently, as the Namgung Clan declined, the Mount Huang Yun Clan grew rapidly from reflecting profits.
As a result, they naturally came to be counted as the largest family in the vicinity of Mount Huang.
“If a guest has arrived, shouldn’t I naturally go and greet them?”
As Namgung Cheon took a stride forward, Bok-seong blocked him again.
“You cannot! Absolutely not!”
“Why?”
“T-That is… the youngest young master of the Yun Clan came along too.”
“The youngest young master?”
“Yes, that youngest young master who attended the Dragon Heaven Academy with you, Young Master.”
“Then, is he an academy classmate?”
“Indeed.”
Only now was the general situation understood.
According to what Bok-seong had said so far, Namgung Cheon had been bullied and harassed at the academy.
Of course, because he was of the Great Killing Star’s bloodline.
However, judging by the atmosphere, that youngest young master of the Mount Huang Yun Clan must also be one of the cadets who bullied Namgung Cheon.
“Explain in detail.”
Bok-seong fidgeted and let out a long sigh.
It was a story that brought no good to hear.
However, if he did not speak, his master, who had lost his memories, might make another mistake, so he had no choice but to confess everything.
Bok-seong knew more facts than expected.
Perhaps he was the only person his son had opened up to and associated with in life.
As he listened to the story, Namgung Cheon’s expression grew darker and darker.
The academy classmates had hardly treated his son as human.
Not only did they harass him so that he could not even sleep properly for days on end, but they also engaged in one-sided beatings under the pretext of sparring.
Furthermore, they forced him to eat filth and insects, or poured them all over his body. Giving him shame by making him mimic beasts in front of women was also a common occurrence.
It was even mind-boggling that they went as far as water torture or the prank of searing his flesh with a fire-heated poker.
The burn mark on his thigh must have been created at that time.
In particular, Yun Jong-seung, the youngest of the Mount Huang Yun Clan, was a bastard who, far from defending his fellow hometown native Namgung Cheon, took the lead in tormenting him.
Truly, it was difficult to sit quietly and listen to its contents.
Since what Bok-seong knew was at this level, how miserable must his life have been when adding the details Namgung Cheon had not spoken of?
Meanwhile, having confessed all the stories, Bok-seong glanced sideways at Namgung Cheon diligently.
Because he had pried so persistently, he had told him the truth, but as expected, he regretted it, wishing he hadn’t.
However, wouldn’t he be more careful only if he was warned by being told the facts like this?
That was also why he had tried to take Namgung Cheon out of the manor.
Since there would be no good in running into that vicious Yun Jong-seung for no reason.
Yet, for some reason, Namgung Cheon’s expression was unusual.
He had hoped he would be scared and shrink back, but wasn’t that an expression of rage?
Just as he guessed, Namgung Cheon could not control the boiling rage inside him.
‘These dog-like bastards dare to torment my son?’
His face turned red, as if it would spit fire.
“Just as you said, I should get some fresh air.”
Bok-seong’s face instantly brightened.
“You thought well! One avoids dung because it is dirty, not because it is scary, right? Where shall I guide you?”
“To the Patriarch’s Hall.”
“Understood. Then to the Patriarch’s Hall… Whaaaat?”
Bok-seong turned to Namgung Cheon in horror.
Namgung Cheon’s eyes blazed.
“I must check how the face of that bastard who dared to torment my son… no, me, looks like.”
“*Gasp*! Y-Young Master! Calm down and…”
“Don’t worry. I’m only planning to check his face. I won’t cause trouble. Do you think I’d kill a guest or something?”
“A-Ah, no, it’s not that…”
It’s because you might die, Young Master!
Of course, the thought that followed was swallowed down into his chest.
Regardless of that, Namgung Cheon put on his robe and finished preparing to head to the Patriarch’s Hall.
“Let’s go.”
“Y-Young Master, please don’t do this and think about it one more time…”
“When I am going to see my grandfather, do I even have to watch the reaction of a fellow like that?”
When Namgung Cheon growled, Bok-seong could no longer refute and bowed his head.
Namgung Cheon formed a smile tinted with madness.
“If dung is dirty, you shouldn’t avoid it, you should clean it up. Or throw it at the bastard who pooped. At least, my personality is that way.”
No. It was not that way at all.
Bok-seong once again swallowed the words that rose to his throat and turned around.
Because he felt that Namgung Cheon’s eyes had already rolled back, he instinctively realized that stopping him would be useless.
It was just when he let out a sigh and was about to open the door and step out.
“Huh?”
Bok-seong froze on the spot.
While Namgung Cheon frowned, a large man was walking in with long strides through the open door.
Bok-seong’s legs trembled uncontrollably.
The man looked at Namgung Cheon and twisted his lips.
“Oh, so you really resurrected as the rumors say? You.”
He was none other than the youngest of the Mount Huang Yun Clan, Yun Jong-seung.