Chapter 259: Chapter 259
Cheon-hwi rolled his eyes here and there.
Under the faint light of the Night Illuminating Pearl illuminating the inside, brilliant items boasted their splendid figures.
Not to mention the eighteen martial arts weapons including swords, spears, blades, and bows, but also iron armor and long robes.
There were all sorts of items.
‘Hmm, should I take a look at that first?’
Cheon-hwi walked without delay toward the thing that caught his eye.
Taking a few steps to reach the desired place, Cheon-hwi stared intently at the spear hung on one side of the wall.
‘It is sharp, I see.’
Was it because it had been left there for a long time?
A little dust had settled on the spear shaft, but the spearhead attached to the end was different.
A sharpness as if it had been forged right now exuded from it, and for some reason, spiritual energy overflowed from the pure white feathers below it.
‘It feels like I have seen it somewhere before.’
Looking at the somehow familiar spear, Cheon-hwi stretched his hand out straight to grab it. Soon, the moment he grabbed the spear shaft.
Bzzzt…
A thrilling sensation was felt at the tips of his fingers.
‘Thunder Qi…? Ah!’
Feeling the tingling Thunder Qi transmitted to his hand, Cheon-hwi grinned and pulled the spear out as it was.
‘It really is the Thunderbolt Divine Spear. Wow, it’s been a while since I saw it.’
A smirk leaked out.
It was because he remembered the man who had pulled out this Thunderbolt Divine Spear and attacked him in his past life.
Thunderbolt Sect Leader, Spear King.
He was a guy who used refreshing spear arts, being called one of the world’s ten great masters or whatever in the Central Plains of that era.
He was a guy with quite a strong resolve.
Cheon-hwi remembered him thrusting his spear even at the moment a sword was embedded in his heart.
His spear arts were quite dazzling indeed.
While recalling the spear arts performed by the Spear King in his past life, he tilted his head.
Hmm? But why is this here?
He was puzzled.
He had certainly killed the Spear King back then, but he had handed the Thunderbolt Divine Spear over to his disciple.
Telling him to come later if he wanted revenge.
However, since that spear was stuck here, how could he not be puzzled?
“Did the Thunderbolt Sect get exterminated or something?”
It was then as he muttered lowly.
“You have good eyes.”
The old man, Yuk Mu-gwang, approached.
He chuckled and spoke.
“That spear is called the Thunderbolt Divine Spear and is the sacred artifact of the Thunderbolt Sect, which was evaluated as the best among spears in the past. As you can see, it is a divine weapon infused with Thunder Qi.”
“Is that so?”
Cheon-hwi knew, but he pretended not to know.
Because he felt it would become annoying if he needlessly pretended to know.
Then he made his eyes shine for a moment.
“Why is the sacred artifact of the Thunderbolt Sect here?”
Yuk Mu-gwang smiled bitterly at that question.
“The last Thunderbolt Sect Leader went to the Heavenly Demon Cult to avenge his master… and only this returned.”
Grasping the situation at once, Cheon-hwi clicked his tongue.
The Thunderbolt Sect was a sect with a single-person succession.
To say the last Sect Leader meant that he had ultimately died without even taking in a disciple.
‘Tsk, he must have come after I left the cult. But it is a bit strange. The Heavenly Demon Cult returned the item of a defeated person?’
When Cheon-hwi was about to fall into thought.
“Will you choose this?”
Yuk Mu-gwang asked lowly.
“No.”
Cheon-hwi immediately hung the spear back up and swept his gaze over the weapons right next to it.
“I plan to look at everything first and then decide.”
“Hoho, it will take a long time.”
Yuk Mu-gwang laughed and patted Cheon-hwi’s back.
“If you happen to want to hear stories about the items, ask me. I do not know everything, but I know roughly. And I know a few things well.”
At the moment Yuk Mu-gwang was about to turn his body after speaking like that.
“What is this?”
Cheon-hwi immediately asked.
A gauntlet was held in his hand.
It was the one that had been below the Thunderbolt Divine Spear.
Perhaps Yuk Mu-gwang did not expect Cheon-hwi to ask right away like this, he turned his body back in a somewhat awkward posture.
“It is the Life-Snatching Hand Armor Gauntlet.”
“Is it called that because of this?”
Cheon-hwi tapped the gauntlet lightly with his words.
At that moment.
Pababak!
Sharp needles popped out.
The needles, about ten cun in length, were long and sharp enough to pierce through to the back if the gauntlet touched the chest.
“It looks like something an assassin would use.”
“It is an artifact used by the Blood Slaughter Ghost King, who was called the world’s number one assassin in the past. They said the Blood Slaughter Ghost King applied poison to the tips of those needles when using them.”
“Poison.”
Cheon-hwi muttered and stroked the tips of the needles.
After doing so for a while.
Ssuk…
Cheon-hwi, who pushed the needles into the gauntlet by force, immediately put it back in its place as if he had lost interest.
Seeing that sight, Yuk Mu-gwang was surprised.
‘…He is not an ordinary guy.’
He appeared indifferent on the outside, but his inner thoughts were a continuous series of surprise and admiration.
What was the Thunderbolt Divine Spear.
It was a divine spear harboring Thunder Qi, to the point where there were hardly any people who could properly grasp it.
That alone was surprising, but even the strength to forcefully push in the needles of the Life-Snatching Hand Armor Gauntlet.
‘There was a reason why the Strategist brought him personally.’
When Yuk Mu-gwang’s wrinkled eyes were growing deeper.
“Hmm?”
Cheon-hwi wrinkled his brow.
It was because a far too familiar energy flowed out from right next to him.
‘You dare to leak Demonic Energy at me?’
Cheon-hwi turned his head to the place leaking the Demonic Energy.
There was a blade situated there, looking as if it had been casually thrown down without even a scabbard.
The blade was a complete mess.
Perhaps because it had never been maintained, its edge was chipped and it was full of dust.
‘Did they not maintain it because it is a Demonic Weapon?’
When Cheon-hwi was about to grab the blade.
“It would be better not to touch that blade.”
Yuk Mu-gwang, who had approached before he knew it, advised.
His expression was serious.
And rightfully so, because the blade he was about to grab right now was the blade of the Shura Demonic Venerable, the great demon head who the Martial Alliance Leader of that era and the heads of the Nine Great Sects and One Gang had joined forces to defeat.
The Demonic Energy contained in the blade was so dense that unless one was an expert who had reached the Limitless Realm, even grasping it was impossible.
That was why he had offered advice, but.
Grab…
The young Taoist in front of him ignored his advice and grabbed the blade.
‘If it seems his mind will be stolen, I will have to knock him unconscious…’
At the moment Yuk Mu-gwang was secretly about to raise his internal energy.
“Acting so arrogantly.”
A cold voice was heard.
Turning his head there, the Demonic Blade, which would have gone wild originally, was gripped very quietly in the young Taoist’s hand.
‘How…’
Yuk Mu-gwang’s eyes shook slightly.
‘Could it be that he subdued that Demonic Blade?’
Around the time he looked at Cheon-hwi in surprise.
‘Wait a minute. This is the Shura Demonic Venerable’s Shura Blade.’
Cheon-hwi was dumbfounded.
Speaking of the Shura Demonic Venerable, he was someone who had opposed him becoming the Cult Leader in his past life.
Then, he remembered that he had fled to the Central Plains when he became the Cult Leader.
His Shura Blade was here.
What that meant was one thing.
‘He was defeated in the Central Plains.’
Cheon-hwi let out a sigh inwardly.
‘Whew, he should have just laid low in the Divine Cult. Going out to the Central Plains for no reason only to die.’
Cheon-hwi shook his head from side to side.
He did not have any greed for the Cult Leader position anyway.
He had become the Cult Leader out of necessity.
‘The Cult Leader position that I didn’t even have interest in, I would have stepped down and left on my own naturally.’
It was not just a thought.
In reality, hadn’t he stepped down from the Cult Leader position and left after completely taking control of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult?
Cheon-hwi put down the Shura Blade he was holding and looked around.
Was it thanks to seeing the Shura Blade?
He felt as if his eyes had been opened to something.
‘Did they divide them into two to manage them?’
Looking at it now, while there were well-maintained ones, there were also weapons that were simply left alone entirely.
And a few of the neglected weapons were also familiar to his eyes.
‘It’s not just the Shura Demonic Venerable.’
Cheon-hwi shook his head from side to side.
The weapons of the guys who had fled to the Central Plains to avoid him were seen here and there.
‘Stupid fools. If they were going to die like this, they should have rather died by my hands. If they did that, they would have at least gained honor. Tsk, tsk.’
Clicking his tongue briefly, Cheon-hwi picked up a weapon in front of him.
And he went on to appreciate the new thing.
‘Hmm? This is the Bewitching Dragon Staff? This was also in the Martial Alliance? Oh, look at this. Even the Heavenly Form Bizarre Whip? Look at this. The Martial Alliance bastards stashed them away quite well.’
Cheon-hwi made his eyes shine and browsed the weapons. Regardless of the Righteous, Unorthodox, or Demonic factions, there were all sorts of items.
‘The Overturning Heaven Ghost Demon’s Heavenly Life-Snatching Bell…? If the Ghost Demon Faction knew that this was in the Martial Alliance, there would be a huge uproar.’
Around the time the excited Cheon-hwi wandered around and fiddled with items to his heart’s content, there was someone bursting with admiration at that sight.
‘Hoh. Unbelievable.’
Yuk Mu-gwang shook his head from side to side.
The items being touched right now were all extraordinary, and a few had Ghostly Qi and Demonic Energy dwelling in them.
Although a few harbored intensity to the point where even an expert of the Limitless Realm wouldn’t dare to touch them carelessly, the young Taoist who grasped and examined them was completely unaffected.
‘Those things that hadn’t been subdued by anyone’s hands seem to be tucking their tails and yielding, like mice meeting a cat.’
It was then as he continued to burst with awe.
Cheon-hwi, who was examining a round precious jade, approached Yuk Mu-gwang and asked.
“Do you know what this is?”
Looking at the sphere of peculiar light held in Cheon-hwi’s hand, Yuk Mu-gwang moved his lips.
“It is the Seven-Colored Precious Origin Divine Pearl. They say spiritual nature is contained within it, but I do not know whether that is true.”
“Spiritual nature…”
At Yuk Mu-gwang’s answer, Cheon-hwi scanned the Seven-Colored Precious Origin Divine Pearl, put it down, and then picked up a bracelet studded with jewels right next to it.
“What about this one?”
“It is the Evil-Breaking Pearl. I heard it possesses the effect of blocking evil energy.”
Cheon-hwi put down the Evil-Breaking Pearl and continued to pick up other items and asked.
“What is this then? And this…”
“That rope is the Ruyi Rope. And that bracelet is…”
For a long while, the two asked and answered.
“Hmm?”
Cheon-hwi discovered something long buried among the ornaments.
It was a dust-covered scabbard.
‘Oh? This is…’
When Cheon-hwi reached out as if possessed and grabbed the scabbard.
Thududook…
The piled-up dust dropped down.
“Phew.”
As he brushed off the dust with his breath, only then did the original color of the scabbard enter his eyes.
A dark brown scabbard with an antique feel.
It was an item too precious to be hiding in the dust.
Then Yuk Mu-gwang approached.
“That will be difficult to use.”
Yuk Mu-gwang let out a low voice, seemingly knowing what this sword was.
Cheon-hwi glanced at such Yuk Mu-gwang and asked.
“Do you know what this is?”
Yuk Mu-gwang shook his head left and right and answered.
“I do not know exactly. But I do know that its condition is not good.”
‘He doesn’t know this?’
Cheon-hwi’s eyebrow twitched.
It didn’t make sense that he didn’t know about this sword.
No, it wasn’t just that.
It was a situation where he couldn’t even understand why this sword was here in the first place.
Cheon-hwi drew the sword.
Screeech…
An unpleasant noise arose.
Soon, the blade that emerged from the scabbard was miserable enough to see at a glance.
It was rusted, completely covered in an ochre color.
“As expected, it is the same.”
Yuk Mu-gwang spoke while looking at the blade.
This sword was a sword that had been rusted since even before he took charge of management.
On the other hand, seeing the sword, Cheon-hwi grinned.
“Oho, it is exactly the same.”
Cheon-hwi, who spouted the exact same words Yuk Mu-gwang had said, made a satisfied expression.
“The same…?”
Around the time Yuk Mu-gwang harbored a puzzled feeling at Cheon-hwi’s attitude of seemingly knowing about this sword.
“I should clean off the dirt.”
Cheon-hwi raised his internal energy.
“…!”
Yuk Mu-gwang’s eyebrows, who was staring at Cheon-hwi, shot all the way up.
‘Such internal force?!’
His beard trembled quiveringly.
While he was the gatekeeper, those who had come and gone from this place were all experts.
Among them, there were also experts who were counted among the best in the world.
But there was no one this young.
Around the time he was astonished by the internal force shown by the far younger Cheon-hwi.
‘If this is fate, is it fate?’
Cheon-hwi’s mouth corners rose.
Laughter could not help but naturally come out.
Although it had a messed-up appearance full of rust, the true form of the sword hidden within its current exterior was far too familiar.
‘To think I would see that horse-hair Taoist bastard’s sword here.’
Plum Blossom Divine Sword Sang-un.
The sword used by him, who was the Sect Leader of the Mount Hua Sect three hundred years ago, was precisely this rusted sword.
‘No, it isn’t rusted.’
Cheon-hwi’s eyes calmly settled.
Following that, the moment he breathed the fully raised internal energy of the Plum Blossom Divine Art into the sword.
Craaack…
The ochre-colored metallic rust split open with a crack. And as it seemed a red light was leaking out from between them, presently.
Paaat!
The spreading red light swallowed the Martial World Secret Repository.
“Hup!”
Yuk Mu-gwang glared his two eyes wide.
‘S-such an uncanny occurrence?’
He was bewildered.
The iron clothing that had been covering the sword in an ochre color was peeling off, and a brilliant and beautiful blade was revealing its figure from within it.
‘Was it originally a sword like that?’
Around the time he watched absentmindedly.
“Even when I saw it back then, I felt it was a renowned sword, but it is certainly good.”
Cheon-hwi swung the sword with a satisfied face.
Hwiii…
A faint wind blew pleasantly.
‘This will definitely be good, right?’
Cheon-hwi stared intently at the sword.
The peculiar hue of a faint red flowing out from the blade was charming.
“Since it would be better to take something related to the Mount Hua Sect while I’m at it.”
Cheon-hwi, who muttered, immediately picked up the scabbard again.
And then he burst out his internal energy.
Paang!
As the dust piled on the scabbard flew away, Cheon-hwi, who sheathed the sword as it was, spoke refreshingly.
“I’ll go with this.”