Chapter 126: Past (5)

Chapter 126: Past (5)

Early in the morning,

I woke up a bit earlier than usual due to the stiffness in my neck.

My shoulders hurt, and my head felt heavy.

Wondering if I had returned to reality, I looked around only to meet Cheondos eyes right in front of me.

What are you doing?

Her crimson eyes were observing me from up close.

No, I was just thinking you look a bit like a puppy, albeit a slightly pathetic one.

Like observing a rabbit at the zoo, Cheondo, who had been looking down at me with her head tilted at a 45-degree angle, took a step back and shrugged her shoulders.

A pathetic puppy hey.

You dont get angry and respond so meekly, it makes you seem even more so. Its not an insult. I like puppies, too.

Having changed into a neat set of black martial arts uniform, Cheondo pointed to the belt around her waist and turned her back to me.

Tie this for me.

She was treating me like some kind of servant.

It wasnt a difficult request, so I secured the belt to prevent it from slipping. Only then did Cheondo tie up her hair and, looking into the mirror, smiled satisfactorily.

If you plan to go down the mountain, its best to start early. In 10 minutes, everyone will be noisy with the morning training.

I see.

Nodding, Cheondo bowed her head lightly as a formality and left her room without looking back.

We didnt become friends, even for a night. Naturally.

I yawned lengthily and began to get ready to leave.

World Tree of Time.

[You have awakened.]

Can I really do as I please? If theres anything specific I need to do, tell me now.

[If I were to give advice, it would be wise to converse with characters you cannot meet in the current timeline.]

There were a few people I could think of.

The residence of Hwangdo. The person who instilled strange sexual knowledge in young Hwangdo and someone who was alive in this timeline.

But if you ask if she was greatly related to me, that would not be the case.

Jin Dallaes father. The mere thought filled me with solemnity, yet whether he played a significant role in the current timeline remains unclear.

For all I know, he might have already passed away.

The World Tree of Resentment Its location and where it grew were mysteries to me.

Then, there werent many people left.

No, it must have been predetermined that the person I was meant to meet since my arrival here.

That person, right?

[Indeed.]

The World Tree of Time concurred with my thought.

Cheonma.

The successor of the Tree King who turned the world on its head.

Among those I know, even Cheondo, the strongest, would shy away from the title, claiming it doesnt suit her. A battle maniac without equal under the heavens.

Rumors say he drank the blood he had spilled the previous day each morning, and by evening, he would set out to extract the hearts of others. A figure many martial artists feared.

The challenge lay in how to meet such a formidable being.

[If the future remains unchanged, then the method must be predetermined. For someone as proud as Cheonma, a formal challenge might be the best approach.]

The World Tree of Time spoke indirectly, veiling its true intent.

I wasnt so naive as to overlook the implication.

So, youre suggesting I cause a scene? I came to seek your teachings! And keep causing trouble until Cheonma shows up.

[Yes? Ah, yes. That might indeed be a good strategy. Truly a troublemaker in the vein of the Tree King.]

It appeared to be the most reliable method.

To turn the entire sect on its head. Whether my power was sufficient or not, it would be the simplest way to draw Cheonmas attention.

Should anything unexpected occur, I can always return to reality.

But then, it might become awkward to see Cheondo afterwards.

[Cheonma believes in the principle that the strong shall rule over all. It likely wont pose a significant issue. Even if you were to become his successor.]

If a meeting was inevitable, it was better to confront it sooner rather than later.

Ill do some investigating first.

Thinking about what to prepare for a future meeting, it seemed like Cheondo would enjoy comics or something similar downloaded onto a device akin to a phone.

Come to think of it, did he also like childrens food, like omelet rice?

I memorized various coordinates around the area and descended the mountain.

In the lower part of Dowon.

The daughters and wives of warriors, young women each holding a broom, were sweeping the yard.

With their delicate pink hair, all of them put on an elegant display.

I want to do that just once. It would be so much fun.

What could have caused such an incident?

No need to wonder.

For Baekdo, the most important thing was that something exciting was happening! Wrapped in a sensation of thrill, Baekdo, grinning like a countryside Samoyed, traversed the roofs to find the source of the commotion.

She quickly reached the entrance of Dowon.

You fool! Do you know whom you are speaking to?

A furious warrior was shouting at a young man standing before him.

Who is that person?

Hwangdo, nestled in Baekdos arms, pointed to the man dressed in unfamiliar clothes. An attire not worn by them, typical of people from outside.

A rare sight in Dowon, his hair was black. Not a tree but a human, he narrowed his slender eyes, repeating just one sentence.

I repeat, I have come to see Cheonma.

You wont bend your will. You cannot even approach his feet.

Red magical energy fiercely surged from the grip of the warrior, a gatekeeper of considerable skill. Baekdo, too, recognized his name.

Leader of the Red Sky Team, Jinlang. One of the thirty disciples directly taught by Cheonma in the past. Though he didnt rise to the position of an elder due to lack of talent, his profound experience placed him in charge of managing the lower part of Dowon. No one in Dowon could look down upon or underestimate him.

I heard hes recognized for his skills even outside.

Outside, meaning the world beyond Dowon, the era of martial arts divided into factions and brotherhoods had long ended.

Dowon was the last martial world for warriors. It housed over ten thousand experts, with seven thousand talented disciples fiercely rising under their tutelage.

No matter how vast the outside is, Dowon is a cradle of strong fighters and a grave where bones are laid bare until death.

The man regarded Jinlangs surging killing intent lightly, as if he was about to face a significant setback. Baekdo crossed her arms, anticipating such an outcome. Hwangdo, peering closely at the mans face, nudged Baekdos shoulder.

Baekdo, that person

Yeah, I know.

Its going to end badly. Hwangdo must have thought so too, given her trembling voice.

Hes handsome! And hes not bald!

Sigh, thats just like you. What does looks have to do with anything?

Gege (older brother) said being handsome is good. Preferably mahogany, according to what the residence said.

Are you going to marry based on looks alone?

Of course not! But, is that person okay?

Hard to say. Judging by his arrival here alone, he must have immense pride in his skills.

Baekdo, hidden so others couldnt see, watched from the roof. She had often witnessed one-on-one duels, but this fight felt a bit sharper than usual.

If you wish to see his presence, defeat me first.

Anytime.

Youre quite bold.

Then, Jinlang threw a punch at the man.

The red magic, sharp as a wolf drenched in blood, aimed directly at his throat. Baekdo sniffed.

The faint scent of his rage. If not avoided, his head would be severed, and that handsome head would fly off.

-Crack!

The sound of flesh being torn and blood spurting. However, it wasnt the mans voice that was heard.

Jinlang, sent flying and crashing into a wall, made Baekdos eyes go wide.

She saw it.

Jinlang, a skilled fighter, was sent flying in the blink of an eye with a single punch.

-Rumble

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and Baekdos eyes widened in astonishment.

Damn it.

Shall we continue?

Jinlang, his body folded, gathered his energy internally, eyeing the man. Despite taking a hit, his eyes still sparkled with life. Hidden in his hands was a secret technique, typically referred to as a martial secret.

Annoying but strong. Did you come here to wipe out the last of us who pushed you here?

Not at all. I like this place. As I said before

The man muttered lightly, as if this entire ordeal was merely a source of entertainment.

I have come to see Cheonma.

-Boom!

Then, a black lightning bolt from above the clouds struck towards Jinlang, who was completing his technique.

Argh!

The birth of light.

The flashing bolt descended from the sky, engulfing Jinlang like a black dragon.

Maybe that was too much.

Amidst the thunderous noise, Baekdo frowned, her expression one of intrigue.

Here was someone who could inject excitement into her mundane life.