On the rooftop of an old pavilion. sea??h thё novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.Hyeon Won-chang’s mouth slightly parted as he gazed toward the distant city gate.

    Boom!

    A faint cloud of dust rose, and amidst it stood a boy dusting off his sleeve—at his feet lay an old woman sprawled in a disgraceful heap.

    “You heard that, didn’t you? Another one of those Jianghu warriors!”

    “Get inside! Lock the doors, hurry!”

    Several townspeople gasped and scattered in panic. Taewon had become a blade-ridden wilderness, overrun by masked swordsmen.

    The hurried footsteps echoing from all directions suggested that this was far from the first time.

    Hyeon Won-chang remained on the rooftop, staring intently at the commotion.

    What was that just now?

    That wasn’t like his young friend.

    The current Bright Wing Lord had a way of humiliating his enemies, even when exchanging just a single blow.

    It was why so few martial artists of the Bonseong lineage ever dared to challenge Jeong Yeon-shin for a lesson. And why the Imperial Guard Commandery of Ipwang Fortress had kept such a close and eager eye on him.

    They had once persuaded a rising black-robed prodigy to sabotage the Martial Alliance’s grand sect tournament. They claimed that the noble blood of the Magus Clan had no greater purpose than to be wielded for such ends.

    Victory had been inevitable.

    For nearly a year, Jeong Yeon-shin had been going through a violent storm of growing pains. Yet today, compared to his usual standards, he had taken down an elder assassin—Geum Yeon-sang—with a remarkably simple technique.

    His shockwave force and internal energy control—they were unusually restrained.

    The outcome itself wasn’t surprising.

    His mother’s murderer had been an elder assassin whose only merit within the guild had been seniority. There was no way she had ever cultivated the level of martial arts necessary to stand against the Bright Wing Lord in a duel.

    Hyeon Won-chang had assumed that, to Jeong Yeon-shin, an old monster like her would be no more than a monkey in a cage. He probably wouldn’t even bother drawing his sword unless there were ten of them.

    And that’s the problem.

    Is something wrong with the leader’s body?

    The distance made it difficult to discern the details.

    If I leave the test now, those viperous old men will pounce on the opportunity to find fault with me...

    He needed a resolution.

    Right now, the restriction on Hyeon Won-chang’s body was akin to a disease.

    The Seven Pillars Sealed Meridian Technique.

    From birth, his bloodstream had been altered by consuming an elixir along with his Primordial Bone Wash.

    If someone forcibly attempted to release his internal energy, both his qi and life force would scatter.

    Even the Mo Yong Clan, who had kidnapped him, had failed to unravel the secret behind this forbidden technique.

    —The natural energy within him is already completely saturated. There must be a predetermined method to handle it.

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