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Chapter 200 – Radiant Demon Wing
Jeong Jung-san descended the mountain clad in martial attire. The neatly arranged yellow robes suited him well. His rugged facial features lent him the air of a martial artist. By now, many below Mount Zhongnan recognized him. The identity of a named disciple of the Zhongnan Sect had grown more familiar than being the second son of the Jeong Family Estate. His days were devoted to diligent training. Three months prior, he had been relieved from serving the Zhongnan Sword Immortal. “You…-
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After carelessly speaking for ten seconds, he became concerned about the other's rationality. Would receiving advice from someone blinded by anger be of any help in martial arts training? 'It's fine.' It was completely unfounded. He could tell by the calm face. This is when the power of prestigious families is revealed. They do not waste their strength carelessly. It is said that the fearsome aspect of prestigious families is that they fully pour their elevated martial arts into where they…
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The boy repeatedly sat down and stood up with a large piece of wood on his back. Clear muscles were visible on his back. He occasionally took a horse stance while sitting. This was Jeong Yeon-shin, the third son of the Jeong family in Henan, who turned fifteen this year. "Young master, it's time for the banquet!" A servant shouted from far away at the entrance of the training ground. The boy with thick eyebrows did not respond. 'I should finish up.' He only put down the wooden pillar and…
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A faint gasp escaped the lips of the Martial Alliance’s supreme authority. The veteran swordmaster possessed an extraordinary eye. He could discern the mindset behind the stances of the swordmasters he faced. The grip on the sword hilt, the balance of the body, the alignment of footwork, the nature of the energy wave radiating from the entire form… These many elements allowed him to gauge his opponent. The eyes of peerless swordmasters pierced through their foes, irrespective of mastery in…
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No one responded to Hyeon Won-chang’s harsh words. The actions of the Radiant Demon Wing Leader, Jeong Yeon-shin, had brought a sense of shame to the righteous martial artists of the martial world. Even if someone clumsily reacted to the provocation, they would only gain embarrassment. Everyone understood this. The crowd consisted of those who either averted their gazes or stared silently. “Hmph.” The Desolate Divine Hero raised his chin with deliberate arrogance. He had spoken to both…
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“It’s been a while, my dear Jeong Yeon-shin. I watched everything… You were impressive during the Opening Tournament. I got a bit smitten, you know?” A light, small hand patted his shoulder twice. It was Yue Shou-lin, the short-haired girl in a black robe that hung down to her nape. Her eyes met Jeong Yeon-shin’s. The seasoned veteran’s dark pupils sparkled. “I nearly went blind keeping an eye on you. Especially with that sword ghost. Eye techniques aren’t even my specialty.…
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The Radiant Demon Wing Leader Jeong Yeon-shin’s fingertips moved gracefully. Just as six sword strike energy waves threatened to shred his robes, his gesture unleashed a storm of steel flowers. His five fingers alternated concealing and revealing his palm, harmonizing absorption and emission energy waves. The sword fragments, aglow with radiance, scattered dreamily left and right. Pop-pop-pop! Dull thuds resounded. Blood spurted from the fingertips that danced as if strumming a zither. The…
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“This old uncle’s getting on in years. I forgot something important.” Taoist Cheon Ju said, glancing down at Yu Hyeon. They had just left Fragrant Melody Courtyard, where the Desolate Fortress envoys were staying. Amid the calm footfalls of the uncle and nephew on the ochre earth tinged with Mid-Autumn Festival hues, they spoke quietly. “Ah… You said you had other business with Yeon-shin. If you forgot, doesn’t that mean it wasn’t there?” Yu Hyeon tilted his head slightly,…
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“Didn’t you sense anything strange when you faced the Yan Family’s First Fist?” Zhuge Qing-ya’s voice was clear and pleasant to hear. Its resonance, reminiscent of the Lord of Desolate Fortress, tickled the ears. Perhaps due to her mastery of the secret ocular technique, the energy in her Pupil Prominence acupoint seemed to extend to the back of her head. Yet her expression contrasted with her steady tone. Her impassive face was subtly tense. “Strange?” Jeong Yeon-shin echoed,…
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Facing the Sword Star’s blade. It was a heavy task. Simply surviving was an extraordinary feat in itself. One would need to approach it with the mindset of enduring a calamity. Jeong Yeon-shin had thought so since departing for the mission. ‘This is the realm I must step into.’ There are swordsmen who cleave providence with a single stroke. The Divine Sword Group Leader, the Wudang Sect Leader, the Heaven-Defying Sect Leaders of the Thirteen Evil Sects, and even the Tyrant Sword…
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