Blood Flame Sect (2) Jeong Yeon-shin displayed an air of grandeur.
Even he thought he presented an impressive figure, but that was all there was to it.
He had performed feats that far surpassed the level of martial arts.
He had already reached his limit. 'It's tough.' It felt like a wet cloth was stuffed inside his body.
His once light body now felt heavy as if it were in turmoil.
The sword technique was a martial art that required a great price.
It brought forth the fatigue of his lower dantian.
It was the same even in the Huangbo branch of the Pingyin sect.
Would he be able to properly unleash the sword technique he had prepared? He was not sure.
As he charged into the battlefield, he did not think much about what would come after the sword technique.
He had done his part sufficiently.
He thought that if the masters of the Namgung clan were not mere scarecrows, they would do something.
It was a natural thought.
They were a clan that had received the recognition of the righteous sects of the world and held the Yongbong meeting.
He thought they would be no different from the Huangbo clan.
The upright character of Baek Gi-rin and Namgung Hwa-shin, whom he met during the entrance ceremony, had left a deep impression on him.
Yet, they did not take action. 'Are they just watching?' Were they wary of the leadership of the Blood Flame Sect? He could not guess the reason.
It was a difficult situation.
Even if it was rare to face an enemy in good condition in the martial world, it was still the case.
A sword from the Blood Flame Sect spoke up.
"It's nothing. Die."
Another one did not even speak.
The arms of the two Blood Flame Sect swordsmen shook.
It seemed as if their right hands disappeared and then reappeared in an instant along with the Thunderbolt Bomb.
It was a proper throwing technique.
Whoosh! The Thunderbolt Bomb, having passed through the hands of the masters, surged into the realm of martial arts.
It rushed through the air like a bolt of lightning.
It was the moment when he firmly grasped the sword wave of the entrance ceremony.
Swoosh! Black hair flew in front of his eyes.
Jeong Yeon-shin momentarily thought it was a mirage.
It was not.
It was someone exuding an energy completely opposite to the righteous energy of the Jongnam faction.
The red sleeves fluttered with a strange elegance.
He could not even hear a sound.
With a gentle breeze, the supreme soaring technique of the plum blossom was revealed.
Two Thunderbolt Bombs brushed against her white hands and suddenly soared upwards.
They flowed with power.
Even though they changed direction abruptly, it looked natural.
The intruding woman extended her palm upwards while turning her back.
At the same time, a powerful energy erupted from her chest and exploded upwards.
Boom! The Thunderbolt Bombs exploded in mid-air.
It happened in an instant.
"Sado!" The Blood Flame Sect swordsmen stepped back in the middle of the battlefield.
They had blocked their own attack, yet no questions arose.
The woman did not answer and turned around.
"As expected."
She smiled.
The hair scattered by the explosion was pitch black.
Her face, white and beautiful to the point of being enchanting, was not important.
One eye was covered with a black eye patch, while the other eye glowed red like a pomegranate.
Sado.
It was said that a high level of blood energy achievement was reflected in her eyes.
"Last time, I felt your martial power."
The black hair that flowed down like the night sky and the single red eye shone with vitality.
The seven Sados of the Blood Flame Sect spoke.
"I sensed it through energy. There was a raw feeling that came from that moment, and I thought it was impossible. However, I have received reports of your actions since then and have seen that strange sound technique."
Her lips, seemingly stained with blood, curled up.
"You were born with incredible qualities of a grandmaster? It’s beyond belief."
Her words and actions were still unrestrained.
The content was not light.
The Sado of the Blood Flame Sect.
She was a top master who faced the Grand Master of the entrance ceremony.
It was clear that she had fully contained the achievements of inner strength like the Three Transformation Purification and the Five Qi Gathering.
One could not even imagine how sensitive her energy perception was.
The smile on her lips approached chillingly.
Finally, the opponent realized.
They fully inferred Jeong Yeon-shin's qualities.
Ultimately, someone had appeared who clearly understood the uniqueness of the Seomye in the Thirteen Heavens. 'It's dangerous.' The back of his neck felt cold.
Jeong Yeon-shin was sweating for the first time since entering the martial world.
The martial world was a realm made of martial arts.
Any wealth in the world was insignificant before the secrets of ascending martial arts.
There was a reason why the tomb of the unparalleled masters who had dominated the era was unearthed along with the great calamity.
Such was the world of those who were obsessed with the unlearned.
The seven Sados walked softly.
With light steps, an immense energy surged around them.
The red outer eyes, as if made of blood, stared directly at Jeong Yeon-shin.
The aura of madness was felt starkly.
Unmatchable.
The difference in the Myeongma Cheonggang martial arts must be significant for it to work.
Without taking advantage of the chaos, he could not hope for a miracle like last time.
Jeong Yeon-shin instinctively realized.
The wind that swept through his body felt like it had sharpened into a blade.
His innate senses whispered to him.
His life was already in the hands of that top master.
"Stubborn fools."
The seven Sados suddenly laughed.
It seemed to be a mockery directed at the masters of the Namgung clan, who had just begun to show themselves.
Jeong Yeon-shin felt it even without looking back.
The masters of the Blood Flame Sect, who had flown in from the peak, stood behind him.
It seemed they were facing the Namgung clan.
"You are mine."
The seven Sados' lips curled into a smile.
Calamities in the martial world come in all forms.
Death and defeat were the most common occurrences in the martial world.
Even if one was thriving, calamity could suddenly approach and choke them, and everyone would nod in agreement.
Bad conditions, an unmanageable top master, a weak number.
He had learned from Ma Gwang-ik.
The forms of calamity were said to be diverse, and at this moment, all of them had come.
It was not a mere coincidence that had approached suddenly.
Jeong Yeon-shin knew that he had intruded into a battlefield where a Sado might exist.
Even though he had guessed the presence of a significantly high-level master, he still did it.
He trusted his sharp qualities more than anyone else.
He trusted the Namgung clan, which was renowned for its swords and righteousness.
It was something one should not do as a person of the martial world.
It was even more so if he thought of survival. 'Cause and effect.' The sixteen-year-old boy master reflected only now that the situation had arisen.
Brotherhood was good.
Trust was excessive.
"Let's go."
The moment the hand of the seven Sados blurred, his vision was instantly engulfed in darkness.
The speed of his exit was pushed to the limit.
He seemed to hear the cries of the mirage and a young man's shout, but it rapidly faded from his consciousness.
He became aware of his five senses dulling throughout his body.
The warmth touching his skin felt blunt.
How long had he been lying down? Jeong Yeon-shin quickly grasped the situation.
He had been captured by the Sado.
He had been dragged to a certain point while losing consciousness.
There was one more thing.
He felt a hunger that seemed to melt his belly, but he was not starving to death.
If he scanned a radius of about fifteen days from Huiju, he would find this place. 'They touched my blood.' It seemed that only his mouth could move.
"I was just about to wake you."
His vision was blurry, but he saw the unfamiliar ceiling along with the face of the enchanting woman.
The seven Sados wore a faint smile.
Her long hair gently brushed against Jeong Yeon-shin's cheek.
"You are the first descendant of the Yongbong sect to step into the main sect of our school. You should be welcomed, right?" "Water."
"What?" "I'm thirsty."
The voice he forced out was hoarse.
Jeong Yeon-shin tried to maintain his composure.
They were beings with desires.
They would not kill him here, so he recalled what he had learned from his seniors, Ma Gwang-ik and Heon Won-chang. 'They are from the demonic sect.
Either way, my life is in their hands.
Bowing my head will lead to no end.' The moment the seven Sados made a blank expression, they suddenly burst into laughter.
The black hair that had been gently brushing Jeong Yeon-shin's face was suddenly yanked away.
He thought it was good to have removed something bothersome.
"Ahhh..."
She stopped laughing with a strange sigh.
Then, she stared blankly.
The red eye that met his gaze seemed to tickle Jeong Yeon-shin's face.
"You."
The corners of the seven Sados' mouth lifted.
"You think I won't be able to do anything?" "..."
"Feeling the energy, weaving the secrets. Torture would be poison in creating martial arts."
Her upper body, which had been perched on the edge of the bed, leaned down.
Along with her ebony-like hair.
This time, he had to feel it on the back of his neck.
Her hair was eerily smooth.
She whispered, "You may not have known."
The red eye drew closer.
The elbow of the seven Sados gently pressed against Jeong Yeon-shin's face.
The white fingertips of her other hand touched his cheek.
The slender fingers of the Sado slowly traveled up his face, eventually resting on one of his eyelids.
His eye naturally closed.
"I can make your eyeball like mine. I can cut off your limbs without killing you. I will grant you the regenerative abilities of our school. Your martial arts have hindered the recovery of my eyes, but I do not possess the opposing martial arts like you do. You will recover soon."
Her breath, filled with madness, lightly brushed against Jeong Yeon-shin's nose.
The one who took his sight, the quality he had never seen before, the incredibly young age, the fanatical nature of a zealot.
At this moment, a terrible desire for possession was sprouting.
Jeong Yeon-shin felt it completely.
Her gaze and breath.
"I will wait as I pluck your fingers." "..."
"Until you create martial arts for me."
The madness approached vividly.
The red laughter was so bright it seemed white.
The seven Sados raised her waist and turned her head away from the bed.
She no longer whispered but spoke.
"I will pass on blood energy to you. You will gain regenerative power."
Her red garments fluttered slightly as if she were excited.
"The techniques learned by the commoners or the sect swordsmen would not suit your level. If I give you the vision of a Sado, what kind of martial arts will be born? I’m so excited!" "You won't have time to torture me."
Jeong Yeon-shin spoke slowly.
The moment she turned her head sharply, her outer eye glowed bright red.
"You can only act recklessly until you learn blood energy. You will lick my feet." "…Come again. Examine my Baek Hoe blood."
As he calmly replied, a gentle breeze blew in dozens of strands.
It was the new technique of the seven Sados.
Once again, her fingertips, which had subdued Jeong Yeon-shin, touched the crown of his head.
The seven Sados was an immense master.
If she touched his head directly, he would have to notice it immediately.
It was a paradoxical situation.
The enemy was stroking the crown that even his uncle and grandfather had not dared to touch.
One of her eyes widened.
"You...!" "With your level of inner strength, you should be able to feel it with your hands. Isn’t it growing even now?" "Such a physique exists in the world..."
The seven Sados muttered blankly.
"Torture and recovery? In what time?" Jeong Yeon-shin asked nonchalantly.
They said it was the main sect of the Blood Flame Sect.
It was despairing.
The chances of escape were infinitely slim, but as long as his body was intact, he could attempt to grow his martial arts and try to escape.
Even improving a single martial art required dozens of unique operations.
He could not afford to close his dantian.
He just had to avoid torture.
At that moment, "You are truly brilliant..."
The distance closed.
The eyes of the seven Sados filled his vision like a red jewel.
He saw a strange heat writhing in her white face and the unique aura of a top master.
Was this what it felt like to witness the birth of a monster from the mountains and seas? It was not a matter of romantic feelings between men and women.
It was the obsession of a fanatic master who breathed with mental techniques and moved with martial arts.
The enchanting woman whispered as she exhaled a smooth breath.
"You are mine. You are my possession. Create my martial arts, and be contained only in my eyes. Burn all your qualities until they extinguish."
"You’re insane."
A curse slipped out unconsciously.
The gentle touch on his crown did not approach softly.
Jeong Yeon-shin felt chills as he turned his head.
What should he do to break through this situation? It was a matter he could not fathom how long he would have to ponder.
For two days, he had to eat gruel made from finely chopped meat.
During that time, Jeong Yeon-shin became sick of the main sect of the Blood Flame Sect, which he had not even seen. 'This is madness.' The seven Sados personally held the bowl and fed him.
They never sent a servant.
After confirming Jeong Yeon-shin's lifespan, she completely lost her mind.
It felt like facing a comet that could only be seen for a brief moment. 'Or perhaps.' They said there were beasts that the royal family in Beijing cherished.
Was this what it felt like to become a pet spirit? After enduring long hunger, bloodletting, and the backlash from the sword technique, he was finally granted freedom.
It was not complete liberation.
He had been subjected to a technique similar to the Seven Treasures Divine Blood of the Myeongma Cheonggang.
The blood energy of the seven Sados had filled his important blood vessels.
It was said that if it was not periodically drained, it would cause fatal internal injuries.
"Let’s go pay our respects to the sect leader."
The seven Sados said with a smile.
Jeong Yeon-shin stood up silently.
It was his first outing. 'Blood Flame Sect Leader.' The nemesis of Won Jong Seon-sa, who had assisted in creating the Myeongma Cheonggang.
The owner of the Blood Flame Sect, which was said to have the most extensive power among the thirteen Sados.
A master who was counted among the absolute beings of the martial world alongside the head of Shaolin Temple and the leader of the Shin Sword Sect in the entrance ceremony.
He must have been involved in the extermination of the Jeong family along with the head of the Sword Sect.
He was a figure worth seeing.
He opened the door and stepped out.
It felt strange to walk alongside the seven Sados.
It was different from when he was being fed meat porridge like a beloved beast.
His vision opened wide.
A developed village unfolded before him.
Old-fashioned buildings were lined up in an orderly manner.
There seemed to be hundreds of people passing by, most of whom had red hair.
"What..."
It was almost a gasp.
Where on earth was this? Was it possible to create a village close to a city and hide it in the Central Plains? "Young one, the sect leader's residence is quite far. Do follow closely."
The seven Sados' hand, as careful as handling a jewel, led his sleeve.
Jeong Yeon-shin moved his steps, imprinting the structure of the city and the composition of the masters in his eyes.
The Blood Flame Sect swordsmen passed by with their heads down.
The commoners did not dare to look up.
"Great Master!" One of the passing Blood Flame Sect swordsmen suddenly knelt on one knee in surprise.
He was one of the two who had thrown the Thunderbolt Bomb in Huiju.
It was strange.
It did not seem like he was showing respect to the seven Sados.
Instead, she winked at Jeong Yeon-shin.
The eye that was revealed on the right side slightly curved.
Indeed, it was as he thought.
The direction in which the Blood Flame Sect swordsman bowed his head was towards him.
The man opened his mouth again.
"The unworthy swordsman humbly greets the Grand Master."
Jeong Yeon-shin paused for a moment.
This was not the treatment of a prisoner.