This time, he did not go to the training grounds.

He entered his room where no one could enter, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate. 

It was different from training his martial arts.

Meditation to receive energy while sitting still had to be done in a place unaffected by external influences.

‘If someone disturbs me and my energy and blood flow get twisted, I’ll die.’

He recalled his family members who become recklessly careless when it comes to him.

It was a worrisome matter.

He did not want to die young with his energy and blood vessels entangled.

He erased the unpleasant imagination that briefly arose with his breathing.

Jeong Yeon-shin slowly began to empty his thoughts and immerse himself inwardly.

He had already grasped the principles of circulating true energy through the small and large energy channels in his body.

‘Let’s awaken the power of Jeong Family’s martial arts into true energy.’

First, he had to refine the natural energy he inhaled using a special breathing technique.

Most martial clans, including the Jeong Family Clan and the Zhongnan Sect, make the natural energy their own through circulation.

The power that has fully adapted to and resides within the practitioner’s body is called inner energy or true energy.

Jeong Yeon-shin wanted to strengthen his true energy with true energy.

Just as his body had become strong by accepting inner energy.

The training that began in the morning continued until the sun disappeared beyond the mountains.

“…Huh? This is strange.”

Jeong Yeon-shin muttered in a dazed face. He lightly uncrossed his legs as if he had just sat down.

‘Why is the Baihui acupoint so wide open?’

At first, he wanted to investigate what power the densified true energy would exert. It did not go well.

The true energy accumulated in the dantian seemed to already be one and did not allow overlapping.

He thought his approach might be wrong, but then he could not explain the powerful energy of Elder Yeo Il-sin.

However, all of this training was now put on the back burner.

‘I only trained my body with Jeong Family’s martial arts for a year.’

As he immersed himself in one training like a madman, it had been a year since he had done self-reflection.

The amount of energy passing through his head had become even more enormous.

‘I knew only mine was growing abnormally.’

Jeong Yeon-shin muttered in a daze.

“Am I going to die like this?”

The Baihui acupoint directly connects to the upper dantian in the head, so the energy of the upper dantian should also be moderately vigorous.

He was afraid he would become an idiot and be found dead someday.

Comparing the difference, it seemed like he had less than five years left before losing consciousness.

The lifespan he suddenly realized felt very unreal.

‘Die? Me?’

He got up from his seat and grabbed the doorknob with trembling hands.

Getting some fresh air might give him a clue to a solution.

Click.

His body stopped as soon as he opened the door.

Jeong Yeon-shin could not move for a while. It was because the smell of blood hit him along with the fresh air.

He picked up his sword first. He had watched hunters butcher and debone animals before.

The smell was similar, but no corpse was seen until he left the room and passed the training grounds.

It was impossible unless it was the Blood Technique of the wicked Unorthodox Sects, which he had only heard of.

“…”

The silence enveloped the night sky. The residence was eerily quiet.

Jeong Yeon-shin walked slowly.

He had a premonition that something had already happened, enveloping his consciousness.

It felt like walking into a pitch-black swamp.

‘Ah.’

Around the time he arrived at the courtyard of the main building.

He saw it. Corpses.

The common saying in the martial world that blood forms a river was an exaggeration.

The blood was either absorbed by the ground or dripped down the thresholds of each annex building.

Family members were lying lifelessly here and there.

A sword wound was identically carved into their chests as if someone had practiced swordsmanship.

It was unclear whether they were in a state of oblivion and failed to perceive the great disturbance, or the resistance was feeble due to the overwhelming power of the villains.

Boom!

A loud noise finally rang out from outside the estate.

It seemed that formidable masters were clashing beyond the main gate.

Amidst the sound of sword cries and impacts imbued with inner energy, Jeong Yeon-shin walked towards the main building.

About ten people who appeared to be villains were sitting around carelessly, and only when the boy approached within ten meters did one of them turn his head this way.

“Who are you?”

The man wearing two swords crossed on his back asked. Jeong Yeon-shin replied briefly.

“The third son of this household.”

There was no answer. The man who got up from his seat walked over with heavy steps.

He did not seem to have any intention of drawing his sword.

He approached and struck down with his hand imbued with inner energy.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes flashed with a sky-blue light as he read the flow of that inner energy accompanied by the wind.

Pak!

Grabbing the wrist, striking down with the back of the hand, and then twisting it, the series of movements flowed naturally like water.

The Grappling technique, which he had never learned, unfolded.

The energy circulation method of Jeong Family’s martial arts that boosts inner energy and the body while moving filled his entire body.

It was a firmness that did not let go of the opponent’s wrist no matter how much strength he used.

He gripped it like that.

Kwak!

A scream rang out along with the sound of large bones breaking.

Those who had been looking away all turned their heads at once. Their eyes widened in unison.

“Let go!”

“You b*st*rd!”

They were truly wicked wanderers without roots, Jeong Yeon-shin thought.

When he readily let go, the swordsman with twin swords glared at him.

His expression was filled with anger amidst the pain.

It was natural since he was subdued by a boy half his size.

The swordsman’s large hand clenched into a fist. His face turned redder than ever, and he soon stretched out his arm with a shout.

He seemed to have lost all reason, but his momentum was terrifying.

It was no ordinary fist technique. For a moment, his fist seemed to grow as large as a cauldron lid.

A sky-blue lightning flashed across Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes once again.

‘Head.’

The trajectory was obvious. The inner energy of Jeong Family’s martial arts, which had been activated throughout his body while using the Grappling technique, surged full in his entire body.

At the same time, an insight he had never gained before penetrated his mind. Intention, it was intention.

When the intention to move the inner energy becomes strong, the true energy within the body can do anything.

It fully complies with the master of the energy.

Woong!

Jeong Yeon-shin’s intention to move the true energy materialized, and the clear visualization naturally transformed into certain words and permeated his inner self.

The essence of the martial art, called the oral formula, blazed up like the sun throughout his body.

Scripture of Overcoming the Origin.

The name that came to mind without going through reasoning defined the identity of the martial art.

Scripture of Overcoming the Origin. As the name suggests, it was a true energy circulation method that breaks through the current limits.

The true energy filling his right foot and left hand rushed to his right hand and left foot.

The overlapping energy increased in density.

The toes of his left foot shattered the ground with a strength never seen before, and the moonlight flickered at the tip of the iron sword drawn in an instant, following the swift sword formula.

Chwaaak-!

It caught the necks of the two men who were charging in along with the twin-sword swordsman.

It felt like it was not his own body. Three heads were swept away at once.

Judging by the shock on their faces, their eyes seemed to have followed the speed of the sword.

What did it matter, no matter how much the heads floating in the air glared at him?

Swish!

While twisting his upper body, he pierced through like a snowflake caught in the wind.

The red-haired woman approaching from behind the beheaded men gasped.

When she raised her left arm holding a crescent-shaped wheel, the blue sword had already penetrated her neck.

The boy, who unhesitatingly pulled out the sword again, was faced with a corpse falling forward.

There was no difference in his breathing compared to before the killing.

It was an extreme situation.

The shock of the first kill was naturally dissociated somewhere in his mind, and his body tempered by the martial arts seemed stronger and more stable than anyone else present.

“You…”

The thin-bodied swordsman watching distorted his face.

The giant man who had his hand on his shoulder got up.

“You’ve devoted your life to the swift sword. You have no other tricks. You’re just a young and well-trained swift swordsman. Those guys. They were caught off guard.”

He had a physique like a large beast and eyes as cunning as a fox.

Not everything the man said was true. However, Jeong Yeon-shin sensed that he had run out of tricks.

“Still, it’s amazing. Truly amazing. How can he do that at his age?”

“Blood Flame Sect?”

The boy asked, recalling the red-haired woman lying at his feet.

He could not take his eyes off the man.

“No. I am from the Blade Sect.”

“You are from the Blade Sect? This is definitely the Blood Flame Sect.”

“That’s right.”

“What are two of the Thirteen Demons doing in a place like Xinye County?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Why are you answering every question?”

“Because it’s a waste. A martial artist as well-trained as you at your age is rare. It’s also amusing to see a kid who grew up in the countryside talking as if he’s experienced the center of the martial world.”

The man laughed roughly.

“A waste?”

A sneer formed on the boy’s lips.

“You’re probably just afraid of my maternal family. You bastard of the wicked wanderers without roots.”

Jeong Yeon-shin bet on the match with an extremely arrogant expression and a fiercely beating heart.

If the man endured, he would definitely win.

When they first exchanged blows, he had a guess the moment the twin-sword swordsman used a hand blade instead of extending his sword.

“…You crazy little brat.”

The man growled. It sounded like a beast’s howl coming from somewhere very deep.

It was enough to give goosebumps when combined with his ferocious energy, but Jeong Yeon-shin struggled to maintain a calm appearance.

“You b*st*rds can’t kill me. No matter what I do, it’s the same.”

The one who backs down will be devoured in some way.

Bang!

The sound came from the main gate. The shattered door panels flew in all directions along with the roar.

The man rolling with the door fragments looked familiar.

It was the master of the Zhongnan Sect who had come with Yeo Il-sin.

The neat martial arts uniform was roughly torn here and there, and blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth.

‘His nickname was Precipice Sword. Even a master like him is in that state…?’

Thud! Thud!

The startled boy turned his head.

The sound of impact, as if enormous forces were colliding, gradually got closer, and they soon entered the estate, breaking through the fence.

Kwang!

Yeo Il-sin and another master of the Zhongnan Sect were the first.

They were in a state of defeat that the Jeong family members could not even imagine. They were no better than Precipice Sword.

The sight of Yeo Il-sin’s left ear being cut off above, which seemed inhuman, was truly shocking.

‘I thought she was a sword immortal roaming the heavens.’

Thump.

A huge shadow walked over with large strides.

It was clearly a human figure.

The heavy wave of energy, as if saying the center of the world was here, was surreal.

He was holding a large sword, and from the sword’s edge, an aura that evoked death rippled.

Just facing him made shivers run down the spine.

It was not just because of the energy. It was not a matter of the level of martial arts either.

He was surrounded by something beyond the power that could not be understood at the moment.

Jeong Yeon-shin was reminded of an unstoppable avalanche.

‘Who the hell is he?’

The terrifying energy swirled around the middle-aged man, wriggling.

The absolute swordsman’s sword energy.

Soon, along with his gaze passing through the man confronting Jeong Yeon-shin and reaching the boy, it hung down, eroding the space.

Just realizing that his gaze had turned this way made him dizzy.

“Sect Leader!”

The man who had been talking to Jeong Yeon-shin prostrated himself.

‘Sect Leader? The leader of the Blade Sect has come in person?’

The one who dominates a part of the Thirteen Demons that can rival the Nine Sects.

Then the presence could be understood.

The dignity that could stop the movement of everything around him, and the sight of the Zhongnan Sect’s elder being injured even after joining forces.

Rather, the masters of the Zhongnan Sect who had exchanged blows with such a person for a long time were awe-inspiring.

At that moment when everyone stopped.

Tap, tap.

Jeong Yeon-shin moved alone. He started running.

He continued to kick the ground, raising the Jeong Family’s martial arts to its limit.

Towards the man prostrating before the leader of the Blade Sect. The terrifying warrior with whom he had briefly engaged in a battle of wits.

“Wha, what.”

The man was startled, and the gazes of everyone in the hall focused on the boy.

The leader of the Blade Sect did not move.

Is he waiting to see what will happen? Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t care and threw himself with full force.

Saaa-!

The air brushing past his ears was like a waterfall.

A sharp sword light drew a straight line following his sprint.

Thud!

A blue sword blade pierced the back of the man who was hurriedly getting up.

With a thud, the man, pierced from back to abdomen, collapsed again.

Jeong Yeon-shin slowly stood up.

With one foot on the man’s back, he looked straight at the Paegeomjong leader.

“Even now.”

A faint jade-colored lightning flashed in the boy’s eyes.

“Can you kill me?”