TaewonA vast metropolis. The main base of the Bloodblade Sect was said to be hidden within its depths.

    The Mo Yong Clan and Sim Mu-ryeon sought to seize the Heavenly Demon’s legacy from them. Something left unclaimed during the great upheaval of the Celestial Demon Tomb more than a decade ago.

    It had nothing to do with Jeong Yeon-shin. As long as the common people and his companions remained unharmed, that was all that mattered.

    He did not care what his enemies thought of him. He was an old man with little time left to live.

    "About a hundred left."

    Jeong Yeon-shin considered himself deeply disciplined.

    Even when Sim Mu-ryeon’s Bi-ik Bloodlord dismissed him as a mere variable, or when the Mo Yong heir spoke of Jade of Divine Authority with an air of superiority, he remained unshaken.

    He was not like those monkeys who lost their composure at a few words of provocation, their sword forms crumbling under agitation.

    His blade was cold, striking with full force at all times. It was proof of a level of mental discipline beyond comparison.

    Even now, when his body felt somewhat fatigued, a single Pure Essence Pill would be enough to restore him to near-perfect condition.

    Clack.

    As soon as he opened the wooden box, a clear fragrance wafted forth. The scent was reminiscent of incense burned in a temple.

    Inside was a single, neatly rounded white pill—Pure Essence Pill, a secret medicinal pill of Shaolin, renowned as the finest restorative in the world.

    Having experienced it once before, Jeong Yeon-shin could wholeheartedly agree with its reputation.

    Tap.

    Shaolin’s Brown Squirrel, the divine beast that had delivered the pill, perched lightly on Jeong Yeon-shin’s shoulder before scurrying into the folds of his robe.

    But where was its master, Great Master Wonjeok? Few events could leave even a scratch on the robes of the Shaolin Four Vajras.

    "Chew it thoroughly."

    Hyeon Won-chang spoke as he approached, sword lowered in one hand.

    The two knots at the back of his Hero’s Headband swayed ceaselessly, their irregular movements betraying the surging energy beneath his skin.

    The aura emanating from his body was unusual—far stronger than before.

    "His internal power has grown immensely," Jeong Yeon-shin noted. Sёar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    The density of energy brushing against his skin was extraordinary. Hyeon Won-chang’s accumulation of Qi had more than doubled—no, nearly tripled.

    If this strength were applied to an assassination technique, it would be a lethal force capable of threatening even Tae Yeom-ryong in a direct power struggle.

    Numerous questions arose.

    What had happened to Hyeon Won-chang? What circumstances had befallen Great Master Wonjeok?

    But this was not the time to ask.

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