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Absolute Sword Sense: Continuity

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Chapter 1 - Chapter - 255

"Did you say that in the secular world, he was called the Sword Immortal? Martial artists do seem to enjoy being known by their grand nicknames."

Ah! Now it makes sense.

The 'cruiser'… it was the name of the Sword Immortal.

So, is the Master's Way not the Igieo Sword, but the power of the Jade Sword?

Even the Eight Great Warriors and the Five Evils failed to recognize this.

Now that I think about it, this woman spoke as if the Sword Immortal was her teacher.

Should I be respecting him as a living legend?

"…Who are you?"

"Me?"

The woman chuckled, then grabbed my arm and spoke confidently.

"I'm Yeo Yang-seon, the second official disciple of the Sunyangja."

"Second official disciple?"

I wasn't sure what to make of that. She spoke as if she were a direct disciple of the Sword Immortal himself.

If this woman, who introduced herself as Yeo Yang-seon, had truly followed the Sword Immortal's teachings, she would have received the third and final treasure.

But if she's the second disciple, does that mean someone else also inherited the Sword Immortal's teachings before her?

While I was lost in thought, she continued.

"Since I've come this far, I guess it's time to reveal my identity. I've been hiding long enough."

"Your identity?"

"Exactly. Don't you think you should know whether someone is your peer or not when organizing your lineage?"

This woman was much livelier than I expected. Her expressions kept changing, making her seem even more unpredictable.

- What are you going to do, Unhui

If this woman also inherited the Sword Immortal's techniques, it might be better to reveal that I, too, am one of his descendants. Hiding the truth wouldn't help.

So, I stepped forward and said, "I am So Un-hwi, a descendant of Elder Sword Immortal."

There was no need to reveal the details. Sometimes, keeping it vague is safer.

Hearing my words, the woman, who had introduced herself as Yeo Yang-seon, nodded in agreement and slid the sword she had drawn back into its sheath.

"Ah, the teacher is so secretive. If you're going to take in other disciples, you should let the rest of us know! Keeping it hidden only creates misunderstandings."

I didn't understand her mutterings, but then she turned to the Taoists around us and said politely, "We sincerely apologize to the Taoists for the disturbance caused by us fellow disciples."

At her words, the Taoists grumbled while helping the fallen to their feet.

"It would've been better if they'd mentioned it earlier…"

"That one felt like dealing with a beast…"

"Enough of that. Let's return to the sect. Their lineage is always so troublesome anyway."

Yeo Yang-seon, still holding her sword, bowed her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips, as she continued to steady her arm.

With a smile, Yeo Yang-seon bowed as the Taoists left. Once they were gone, she turned back to me.

"How long have you trained?" she asked.

It took me a moment to realize she was asking how much time I had spent mastering the Sword Immortal's teachings. But before I could answer, she added, "I trained under Master for fifty years. If you've learned such incredible skills, you must have trained for at least a hundred years, right?"

"Fifty years?" I repeated, shocked.

She nodded, looking barely twenty at most. Could she be older than she looks?

"Wait… you're in your sixties or seventies?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well, yes. If you're my junior, you must be even older, right? Why do you seem so surprised?"

"I'm twenty-two," I blurted out.

"What?!" Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you telling me you mastered such skills in just a few years? That's unfair! Now I don't know whether to admire you or feel bitter about it."

I shook my head, still not following her logic.

"By the way," she said with a teasing grin, "since you're younger, you should call me Sajeo (senior sister)."

"Senior sister?"

"Yes! I've trained for decades longer than you, after all. Come on, say it—senior sister."

I sighed. "Fine… senior sister."

Her eyes sparkled, and before I could react, she hugged me tightly. "Ah, I finally have a junior! My days as the youngest are over!"

I felt my face getting squished against her chest, and it was utterly mortifying. I hadn't noticed earlier because her clothes were loose, but... her chest was much larger than I thought. Flustered and embarrassed, I quickly pushed her away.

Caught off guard, I pushed her away quickly, embarrassed. "Enough! Men and women should keep their distance!"

"Oh, how cute! My junior is shy," she teased, grinning mischievously.

It felt strange, almost demeaning, to be treated like a child.

I composed myself, smoothing out my expression, and said firmly, "Alright, enough of that. Now, tell me where that man is. That dagger is very precious to me."

The Short Sword is like family—a keepsake from my mother. I couldn't let something so important fall into someone else's hands.

Hearing my words, Yeo Yang-seon simply smiled. Then, with a playful look, she replied,

"It seems like a very precious dagger to you. But, junior, do you realize the person you're talking about is actually your senior disciple?"

"My senior?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, your senior. Well, technically now we should call him as Grand Master. Anyway, are you worried that the Grand Master might damage your dagger? Don't worry—it's safe," she said with a teasing tone.

This revelation surprised me. If what she said is true, the man who took my dagger must be an incredible swordsman, perhaps the one who mastered the Sword Immortal's third treasure.

It truly is an unfortunate turn of events.

By sheer chance, I wandered into this foggy forest and ended up encountering people who have also mastered the third treasure of swordsmanship.

However, just like the Taoists, everything here felt strange — from the scenery that seemed otherworldly to the sudden shift between day and night. I was curious about why things were like this, but Sodamgeom's situation took priority.

"Please, let me meet him," I said.

"It seems urgent," she replied. "Luckily, I was planning to visit my teacher anyway."

"Are you going to see your teacher? Is he at Elder Geomseon's shrine?"

At this, she burst into laughter. "A shrine? Oh, that's hilarious. Master isn't some spirit or ghost. He's alive and well."

"What?!"

Could it be true? Could the Sword Immortal still be alive after all these centuries?

It's known that Sword Immortal was a revered taoist from around 600 years ago, and I even met and conversed with his will. Yet, here she is, speaking as if Sword Immortal is still alive.

"What do you mean? Master is in the main hall over there. The shrine is rather disrespectful," she said, laughing so hard it seemed like her belly button might fall out.

I followed her to the main hall of the temple. Inside, the atmosphere was solemn, with taoists chanting in the main hall. Yeo Yang-seon gestured for me to be quiet as we passed them and ascended to the third floor.

When I went up to the first floor, I found a room where the entire wall was covered with weatherproof paper. In front of it, an elderly man hunched over, writing like a scribe. Yeo Yang-seon bent at the waist in a deep bow and greeted him.

"Sasuk (senior uncle)," Yeo Yang-seon greeted, bowing deeply.

"Ah, Yang-seon, you're here. Have a sweet," the old man offered, pushing a bowl of colorful treats toward her.

Yeo Yang-seon shook her head and replied,

"No. I came to see my teacher, and my fellow disciple is also inside."

"But it seems a bit difficult to enter right now…"

"Ah… I'm nostalgic."

The old man shook his head and said,

"When I look at the two of you, it reminds me of the old days when my brother was under my teacher. But this young fellow, who came into main hall without wearing a uniform?"

The old man glanced at me curiously. "And who is this young one?"

"A secret disciple of Master," she said confidently.

"Secret disciple? Huh… intriguing."

"Yes. Given that he's mastered the Master's teachings, he must be an official disciple."

"Huh? Is that so?"

The old man studied me for a moment before nodding.

In response, I also took a step forward and bowed my head slightly.

"Ah, now I see why you were so excited," I said.

Yeo Yang-seon flashed a bright smile and replied, "This is the end of these two disciples' tiresome teasing, right?"

She was acting as though I were truly one of the disciples. I figured all my questions would be answered once I went inside. If, as Yeo Yang-seon said, Sword Immortal is alive, it would truly be incredible.

At that moment, a loud shout was heard from outside the door. "Goyan! Is that what you said about coming and doing it again??"

I couldn't believe my ears. The voice—it was definitely Sword Immortal's. It was the same voice I had heard each time I encountered it in the world of visions or when I opened a new star in the Big Dipper.

The only difference was the anger in his voice. As I stood there, surprised, Yeo Yang-seon chuckled and, as if it were a normal occurrence, said to me, "Did you see that? Master is alive and kicking, yet you wanted to build him a shrine."

But before I could respond, a familiar voice boomed from beyond a door.

I paid more attention to the voice beyond the door than to her words. The voice grew louder, becoming clear as I focused on it.

"The unfortunate oppression of the imperial family is leading to the destruction of the poor people. How can you just watch this?" It was his voice. The one who took the Short sword.

"As each day passed, I couldn't help but be impressed by the strength of the execution."

"Master, I have a natural talent for smoothing things over," he said.

I wanted to go inside, but I was unsure if I should wait. From beyond the door, I could hear the voice of the person who had taken the short sword. "Do you think suppressing the murim will be the end of it? No. That ambitious person will also target hidden disciples like you…"

"Huh. How can they find us? This place…"

"Are you going to overlook the extinct Mount Mo sect remnants?"

What? Did he just mention the Mount Mo Sect? I couldn't understand why he would bring up the long-forgotten Mount Mo Sect.

The conversation made my ears perk up even more.

"Why are you mentioning them?"

"It has to be mentioned. Didn't many masters invite you to join the cause because they said Mount Mo sect were mocking the dead?"

"The way they pursue their goals is completely different from ours. How can we possibly be on the same side?"

"Even if we say the arrow of resentment is aimed at the martial world and us, what would you do if someone with influence lent their support?"

As I listened to the conversation, I became more and more confused.

The conversation seemed to suggest that the Mount Mo sect, which had been extinct for a long time, still existed. Or perhaps the Mount Mo Sect was somehow continuing its legacy?

"Ha, stop now. How does it keep getting worse the further we go? At least imitate your teacher a little. Someone who should be more disciplined is lamenting about the world…"

"Didn't Master and Sa Baek do the same thing in the past? If you did more than me, then I'll do more…"

"Huh. So, don't you know what happened to your four hundred years training? Is that the path you want to walk?"

There was a brief moment of silence.

Yeo Yang-seon and the hunched old man were also focused on the voices coming from inside, their lips pressed together as if in deep concentration, much like me.

Before long, the voices resumed. "Are you really going to deny it? Master, haven't you already erased me from your heart?"

"How could you say that…"

"If not, then why would you refuse to acknowledge my connection with Sister Yeo?"

"How can a Taoist acknowledge being entangled in such worldly attachments? You've truly lost your way. Go back and reflect at Hwapyeong Rock."

"No, I won't back down."

"What?"

The conversation between the two was growing increasingly heated.

It felt like things were escalating far beyond what could be considered normal. Even Yeo Yang-seon, who had been smiling moments ago, now wore a somber expression.

"If Master truly saw me as the rightful successor to these teachings, he wouldn't have taken on disciples like this. What does this look like?"

"What was that dagger?"

A dagger? Could he be referring to the Short Sword?

I flinched instinctively, ready to rush forward, but Yeo Yang-seon grabbed my arm firmly.

"Wait, don't rush," she whispered calmly.

Her words made me pause, and I exhaled deeply, forcing myself to stay still.

From beyond the thin door, the voices continued: "Can't you see for yourself, Master?"

"How can there be understanding when you're suppressing the sword's energy so forcefully?"

"…Was I so untrustworthy? Is it truly wrong to care for the people caught in the crossfire, or the disciples and masters affected by the chaos?"

"Kyeongjeong…"

"Why won't you give me a real chance?!"

"I'm always giving you a chance."

"No, you're not! How could I, after serving you for over 70 years, watch your teachings being passed on to someone else?"

"To whom I teach the Tao is not for you to decide. What nonsense is filling your mind? Come here!"

"Would you still say that after seeing this?" Suddenly, bang! The door burst open with a thunderous noise, leaving the air heavy with tension.

In front of the shattered doorway stood a pale-faced young man, his palm extended toward us as if in defiance. Behind him, an elderly man clad in a pure white robe and a flowing overcoat slowly turned to face us, his back initially to the commotion, a deep frown etched across his features.

A sword! My eyes widened in disbelief. There really was a sword inside.

But what truly caught my attention was the man himself. He appeared younger and healthier than the image of him I had seen before—his complexion fairer, his demeanor more composed.

Younger? Though still clearly an old man, there was an undeniable vitality about him. His hair, while mostly white, carried streaks of black, hinting at a lingering youthfulness.

A pale-faced young man pointed directly at me and exclaimed, "How do you explain him? Aren't you the master's secret disciple?"

Sword Immortal frowned at his words and responded, "…I have no idea what you're talking about. Who is this person who has entered the sect?"

Judging by Sword Immortal's expression, it genuinely seemed like he didn't recognize me. You don't know me? Even though I've seen you countless times in my mind, is this the same person I'm looking at now? Or perhaps… what is the connection to the sword I'm seeing before me?

"Brother, stop this. This isn't like you," Yeo Yang-seon interjected, stepping forward to address the young man. Despite her words, the young man showed no sign of relenting.

Instead, he turned his gaze to Geomseon, his expression one of disbelief, and exclaimed, "Ha! Pretending until the very end, are you? If he's not your disciple, then why is he wielding this dagger…?"

"Enough!"

Before he could finish his sentence, I had already moved. Without even realizing it, I had closed the distance between us and grabbed his wrist—the one holding the short sword.

The young man turned his head toward me, his face twisting in anger and disbelief. "What is this supposed to mean?" he snapped.

I met his glare, my voice cold and unwavering. "You dare to boast about stealing from others?"

"Stealing? Ha!" he scoffed, but the tension in his grip betrayed his composure.

I felt the power in his hand intensify, as if he were attempting to summon some force to push me away. But did he really think it would be that simple? I responded in kind, increasing my own strength.

Thrum!

Both of our hands began to tremble under the pressure, neither yielding.

'What…?' The surprise was evident on his face. Despite his efforts, he couldn't pull free.

His narrowed eyes fixed on me, a mix of confusion and frustration flashing within them.

Leaning closer, I warned him in a low, menacing tone: "If you want to keep using your hands, I suggest you let go of the Sodam Sword now."