1 – Woon Seong

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His legs trembled.

Woon Seong’s entire body was shaking roughly from overexertion of his internal qi and apparent injuries.

The barren dirt on the ground stung as it stuck to the bloody wounds on his body and his head was ringing with a massive headache.

All of this was nothing compared to what Woon Seong truly cared about.
His teacher and master died.
The man who took care of him and raised him like a child was murdered and dead laying in front of him.
What was even more aggravating was the scene in front of him however..….

‘The one who taught me the essence of martial arts and becoming a man.
Is this how you go?’

Woon Seong’s anger was directed at the people in front of him who murdered his teacher and were responsible for his current state.
It was a group of people who were once respected as his teacher’s peers and their disciples.

The fact they had turned on the Spearmaster, his teacher, and his sect was a sad sight to see.

“Hahaha…”

Woon Seong laughed like a madman.

“Hahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

As he slowly turned my head, He could see the body of his deceased teacher who had fallen first.

His Master, the current master of the Spearmaster sect in the Orthodox society of Murim, who was betrayed by those who falsely accused him and schemed against him, claiming he had been learning in secret the demonic path, killed him in cold blood.

When Woon Seong turned my gaze again, all he saw was the bastards who were responsible for everything.

The Sage of Bright Rock, from Mount Hua Sect.

The Three Swords of Qingcheng, and the First Apprentice.

The Legendary Mountain Cleaver and the Peng Clan.

In addition to these people, were the 5 generations hailing from their respective factions that held together the Orthodox Alliance within all of Murim.

But lastly… was that bastard.

The Lord of the Martial Alliance, Jwa Do-Gyeul.

He was a fool and a bastard man who had always felt inferior to Woon Seong’s master, who also was the person who most openly accused his master as “The vilest practitioner and master in all of Murim”.
It was likely he was the one behind all of this Woon Seong thought.

Woon Seong looked at Do-Gyeul’s hypocritical facial expression and gritted his teeth.

Then he slowly opened his mouth, erasing his wrathful countenance as if it was a lie.

“Let me ask you one thing.”

“Tell me.”

The person who answered was the Sage of Bright Rock, hailing from the Mount Hua Sect.

He was the only one who could not erase his expression of unease and guilt, even when he killed his teacher.

However, in Woon Seong’s eyes, he looked the same as any of the other hypocrites gathered here.

Although the Sage may feel guilty or remorseful about his actions, he did absolutely nothing to save his Master’s life.

Looking back at the group before him, Woon Seong slowly opened his dry, chapped lips to speak.

“I know that some of the people here are not fools.
You know better than anyone that my Master nor I, practiced any demonic art.”

“…….”

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At the words of Woon Seong, the people around him closed their mouths and remained speechless like puppets.

The only remaining shred of sanity within Woon Seong snapped at this disgusting sight before him.

He laughed inwardly to himself, and Woon Seong continued to talk.

“Then let’s talk candidly.
Why did you do this? My Master was virtuous and honest as any man to ever walk the path of Martial Arts.
And yet..
You openly frame him and conspire to taint his image and then trample our sect?! WHY?!!”

The cry from Woon Seong was filled with both desperation and sadness, as if he were a wounded beast crying out in anger at his attacker before it’s last moments.

Those who stood before him and saw this were taken aback by the ferocious display of spirit and power in front of them.

One of the corners of Woon Seong’s mouth curled up as he saw them cower and step back.

‘Yeah, Of course none of you have any idea who did this to us.
It’s because all of you fuckers are responsible for this!’

In fact, Woon Seong knew their personalities and tendencies

Why they would do this, and what false merit it would bring to their own image.

The Spearmaster Sect was the smallest sect in number, as it was a one master and one disciple type of sect.
It was obvious what would happen if several other Orthodox sects attacked them.

But his Master was already something else compared to these so-called masters before him.

His Master’s ascension in his martial path and cultivation had long reached above and beyond his peer’s levels. 

Even the Lord of the entire Martial Alliance was compared to evenly matched to his master..

Despite all the false glory they would attain from purging an evil villain in name who was as strong as his master, there was definitely something else hidden in this accusation!

However, nobody defended them whatso-ever when the accusations surfaced.

It started half a year ago.
A strange rumor had started to spread all over the country that an ancient demonic text that was unparalleled in power was revived and found.

All those who learned this art, were different from normal Unorthodox practitioners as they were purely demonic.
Demonic Arts were powerful indeed, but their power depended on the amount of bloodshed of others, hence why those who learned it turned into disastrous murderers within all of Murim and were put down as soon as they came to power.

As soon as one learnt it, they would also lose all remaining sanity and completely turn into a different person.

But… the rumors turned towards his Master for some reason and he was accused of holding onto the book.

The Spearmaster sect had one of the largest libraries in all of Murim despite being the smallest when it came to texts and cultivation methods.
But the rumors went as far to accuse his master that he had already started practicing the demonic arts!

Nobody listened to the cries of Woon Seong and his master, as two people cannot stand up to the entire world or Murim.

After a while, an investigative group was sent from the Alliance to check if the rumors were true or not.

Both Woon Seong and his master were certain the rumors were complete falsehoods.
But… something changed.

‘I should’ve realized it sooner.’, he thought.

For some reason during the rigorous investigation, the text of the demonic art was found in the investigators hands.

In no other place than the Spearmaster Sect’s library!

The appearance of the demonic text, when first pulled out of the shelf, embarrassed even his Master since Woon Seong knew that neither his Master had any inclination to study or even look for that blasphemous text.
Naturally, anxiety and worry appeared on both his master and his own face.

At that point Woon Seong realized.

It was a scheme to frame them.
For some reason, somebody in Murim conspired against their sect and his Master.

And it just so happens that those bastards who framed him, were standing right in front of the bloodied and fierce-eyed Woon Seong at this very moment.

“If you have a mouth, TELL ME!”, Woon Seong roared pointing his spear at the two-faced martial artists.

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When the people of the group before him did not answer, Woon Seong shouted even louder.

It was then that the Lord of the Martial Alliance, Jwa Do-Gyeul emerged from the group and responded.

“How long are we going to let that demonic child spout his dirty lies?!”

As Jwa Do-Geul stepped forwards, Woon Seong grasped the blood-stained spear of his deceased teacher tightly in his grasp.

Woon Seong glared intensely at Jwa Do-Gyeul.
If looks could kill, Woon Seong would have slaughtered the entirety of Murim with just that gaze alone. 

“Of course, you always hated my Master.
Not only were his merits higher than yours, but his skill was also leagues above yours!”, Woon Seong shouted in contempt.

The Do-Gyeul’s eyebrows wriggled and contorted in anger at the words spoken.

“I guess your teacher didn’t teach you any manners with that spiteful tongue of yours.
Heh, I will purge all the laymen who practiced the devil’s art starting with your master and you!”

“Bullshit!”

Woon Seong shot forwards with vigor, as his spear wound itself tightly in qi and moved with him towards his target.

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