Chapter 72

Eyes like jewels, two eyes that seemed to contain the night sky. It created the illusion that the stars that cut across the sky had lost their way and were staying in her two eyes.

Looking at her was a truly ecstatic and enjoyable experience. How wonderful it would be if he could feel this feeling every day, every moment. Bi Ryu-yeon dreamed a simple yet grand dream. But he had enough discernment to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Were you prepared?"

Her red lips opened, and a voice that resonated with his soul flowed out. The sound of a clear voice, incomparably bright, stimulated his ears. Only then could Bi Ryu-yeon be sure that she was not an illusion but real. Until just now, until she had opened her mouth, Bi Ryu-yeon had not been sure. But he could still feel a sense of loss, as if something was still missing from her. That point made Bi Ryu-yeon feel regretful.

"For what?"

"I mean, did you predict that I would swing my sword and prepare in advance?"

Even to such a wicked punk, she used honorifics. At her words, Bi Ryu-yeon shook his head from side to side.

"No, not at all. How could I have room to worry about such useless things in front of a beauty like you?"

"But how were you able to avoid it?"

"Of course, it's skill!"

Her eyes sank again, as cold as frozen starlight. Along with it, the only remnant of emotion that had appeared in her also sank.

"I promise not to make a mistake next time."

It was a chilly and cold tone that did not suit a face like a goddess of the moonlight.

But Bi Ryu-yeon was not one to be daunted by that. His insensitivity, and his greatest and worst shamelessness in history, were well-known in the world. A smile was still not erased from his face.

"That's an excellent mindset. Tsk, it was a cherished piece of clothing, but unfortunately, it's torn. But for the price of a sweet and ecstatic first kiss, it's a cheap price, right? I really hate to lose."

For the second time, there was a slight change in her complexion, which was like a cold light. She did not open her mouth. If all who knew her in the academy had known, she might be ashamed of that earth-shattering event that would have made them unable to hold back their astonishment. Of course, it could also be Bi Ryu-yeon's own illusion—it is difficult to think that this human has grasped something correctly.

"Oh, no. Is it my loss since I lost my heart instead of taking her lips? I've made a very losing business. This goes against my life's creed, oh my..."

Her eyes, like stars studded in the night sky, shone mysteriously and stared at him intently. She was inwardly astonished. Because until now, her predictions had never been wrong.

Her jade-like, beautiful fingers reached her red, jewel-like lips.

'How can this be?'

To not be able to read the opponent's very next action... It was the first time she had experienced it.

It was the first time that her ability to read the opponent's actions and a part of their mind in an instant by synthesizing the opponent's complexion, subtle movements, or hidden habits, complexion, gaze, and voice pitch had failed. Although it was not an ability she had wanted, it was the first mistake she had tasted since she had the ability she called the Dragon's Eye, or the Divine Eye. Literally, she had truly tasted the price of failure.

She had not predicted his action. He was different from other people. She could not feel that certain emotion that she usually felt from ordinary men. Because she had felt nothing, like an empty void, like a white sheet of paper, she had not been able to predict his next action.

If she had been able to predict his extremely rude act of theft just now, she would not have just let it be. And she would not have been had so absurdly.

But this ill-mannered, wicked thief had made her prediction useless and had stolen her lips. He had stolen an intangible meaning that could never be recovered.

"You rude punk! Die!"

When Bi Ryu-yeon was maintaining a long period of silence with her, the bushes 15 meters away suddenly rustled. And like a light, a human figure shot out full of killing intent and swung his sword at Bi Ryu-yeon without a word. It was not a foolish move. Although a fierce anger was felt, the sword was not disordered by that anger.

Bi Ryu-yeon had not the slightest thought of welcoming death as his eternal companion as the price for stealing the girl's noble first kiss, so he displayed the ability he possessed and avoided the sword ki. As Bi Ryu-yeon lightly twisted his body to the side, the sword of the man who was rushing like a mad boar slid past his body.

Looking at the face of the human figure who was catching his breath after turning the first strike to naught, he was a good-looking punk. By the judgment standards of the foolish people, he was the owner of an appearance that could be evaluated as a peerless handsome man.

"To dare to steal her lips with those dirty and filthy lips, you punk who deserves to be cursed! Atone for that sin with death!"

An anger that seemed to burn the soul was burning in his pupils. Bi Ryu-yeon could not understand why that punk was so excited.

"Aren't you making too much of a fuss over one kiss?"

"What did you say? You rude punk!"

Anger exploded like an active volcano once again from the eyes of the young man standing right in front of him.

The name of the young man in the blue silk martial robe with a splendid treasured sword with a white tassel was the Swift Wind Sword Dragon, Wi Ji-cheon. He was a super-genius of the Qingcheng Sect and a rising star who was shouldering the future of the Qingcheng Sect on his own. The Seven Sword Dragon embroidered on his chest and the mark of the Cheonmu Nine Dragons embroidered on his sleeve represented his skill. For what reason was a person with such a record revolving around one woman? And as if guarding her?

"Hmph! It's not a good habit to oppress others just because someone else has what you want. How is that different from a child who has had his toy taken away crying and throwing a tantrum? If you're envious, why don't you just honestly say you're envious? Instead of standing there blankly like a scarecrow and then running wild like a madman."

Bi Ryu-yeon continued to scratch Wi Ji-cheon's insides. He was rather enjoying it because there was a reaction every time he scratched.

"Shut up! I'm fine just looking at her from a distance. I'm satisfied just by existing near her and breathing the same air as her. But to insult our sacred idol, whom we have all looked at and cherished only in our hearts, with those dirty lips! I will surely chop up your dirty lips and tongue and make them into raw meat."

It was an excellent example of what it was like to be unable to control one's emotions. Although it was a sincere threat accompanied by a terrifying killing intent, it was hard-pressed to even make Bi Ryu-yeon's eyebrow twitch.

"Huh? I haven't used my tongue yet. Don't accuse me of something I haven't done. Unfortunately, it was just a shallow kiss with only the lips. I also have manners and style, I don't go at such a fast pace from the beginning."

Does a human with style and manners just bring his mouth to a woman he sees for the first time? It's an absurd story.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don't insult her any more with that dirty mouth!"

"I have no memory of insulting her. Don't frame an innocent person with the double-jointed technique of delusion and illusion."

"Shut up! Those who insult her must pay the price."

"The price? Wouldn't this torn, single set of martial robes be enough? It was a pretty tough and sturdy piece of clothing..."

Bi Ryu-yeon held up his torn front and fluttered it. The double wicks of the peerless handsome young man by the foolish people's standards were raised. Whether he was sincere or not, he had no intention of forgiving a punk who was spouting such words with his eyes open.

"If your body had been split in two, maybe, but with that, it's not even worth half a penny."

"Oh my, oh my, such a sad story... If that had happened, her hands would have been stained with blood. That's too sad a story, isn't it?"

A slightly unexpected light appeared on the face of her, who had been listening to the conversation between the two silently with an indifferent face.

"Hmph! Your words sound like you're saying you couldn't help but avoid it because you didn't want to stain her hands with blood. Not because you cherished your trivial life."

"I don't know whose life is cheap, but what's not to like?"

Bi Ryu-yeon, who was sure that his life was not currently on a half-price sale, retorted. His life was still being traded at a fixed price under a definite credit guarantee. He had no intention of haggling with a customer with poor business ethics who was blinded by anger. It was a foolish transaction where he would clearly not even get half the price.

"A punk like you is no longer worth dealing with. Dealing with you any longer will only dirty my mouth."

Wi Ji-cheon said as if spitting it out. Bi Ryu-yeon felt somehow unpleasant towards the other party who was tirelessly pouring out all sorts of malice and killing intent towards him.

"I'm not a bird! So I'd appreciate it if you didn't treat me like a sparrow flying into a rice field ripe in autumn. Scarecrow senior!"

"Kuaaaak! No more questions! Die!"

Once again, Wi Ji-cheon's treasured sword was scattered towards the vital points of Bi Ryu-yeon's entire body. Wi Ji-cheon's skill was surprisingly sharp and keen, like a well-refined treasured sword. For a punk who was chasing after a woman's tail—from Bi Ryu-yeon's point of view—he was a considerable, no, an enormous level of master.

"Wind-Breaking Sword Ki Change!"

A fierce sword ki attacked Bi Ryu-yeon from all directions. The bluish sword ki and the fierce angle aiming for his vital points revealed that he was by no means a person of mediocre skill. But Bi Ryu-yeon lightly avoided his sword forms as if it were natural.

"So you have a trick up your sleeve, is that it?"

The man in white sneered and scattered his sword ki again in succession. He absolutely believed that his attack would succeed in ending the ruffian's life in one breath. Considering his usual confidence and skill, he judged that his skill was not to the extent that he could not handle one greenhorn who had just entered the academy. He thought that he had more than enough skill to cook one greenhorn.

"If you're so wronged, why didn't you challenge her first? She's not a mirage that you can only look at without approaching."

But to Wi Ji-cheon, she was a dream and a mirage, and also a goddess. She was a sacred sanctuary that he dared not touch.

"How do you know my heart? A punk like you."

Wi Ji-cheon vomited his resentment at Bi Ryu-yeon's ridicule and ruthlessly scattered his sword ki. But Bi Ryu-yeon skillfully dodged his sword here and there like an eel. Among the shadows of the countless swords swung, not a single blade had yet succeeded in grazing his collar.

"Don't you know the saying that from ancient times, beauty belongs only to the brave? It's an immutable truth that has been passed down from ancient times."

"Huk, huk, huk."

Wi Ji-cheon began to get tired on his own. As a result, the destructive sword ki that he had been swinging, which was extremely ferocious, was also gradually subsiding.

"How about giving up now? Doesn't any further struggle seem meaningless?"

"It's not... it's not over yet. I will never forgive you. Never!"

Suddenly, the man's gaze became serious, and he caught his breath, corrected his posture, and aimed his sword at Bi Ryu-yeon. And a fantastic white shadow that rose from the entire sword. Bi Ryu-yeon knew very well what it was.

"Sword Gang?"

Huh? A tangible sword ki that rose like a fantasy and formed on the sword. Although its shape was not yet firmly fixed, it was clearly Sword Gang. Finally, the killing intent of the Swift Wind Sword Dragon, Wi Ji-cheon, was hoping to develop into murder. He by no means wanted to end it moderately. A man blinded by love seemed to converge to one type.

"Fool!"

Bi Ryu-yeon made a fair assessment. Even that ridicule did not reach the current Wi Ji-cheon.

"Heavenly Origin Three Absolutes Sword Strike!"

At the same time, the man's sword vibrated and drew out dozens of streams of Gang Ki. Of course, the target of the Gang Ki was only one, Bi Ryu-yeon's fatal death.

The fight between the two could be said to be inevitable. A confrontation between the best super-genius of the Qingcheng Sect, who was currently in full swing in the Cheonmu Academy, and the greenhorn Bi Ryu-yeon, whose roots he could not identify!

The Swift Wind Sword Dragon, Wi Ji-cheon, one of the Cheonmu Nine Dragons, who was the biggest follower of the Ice White Phoenix and had taken on the role of her personal guard captain, had no intention of leaving the vicious and filthy scum who had defiled his noble goddess in this world.

The price for touching his goddess was only one, and that was absolute death. Wi Ji-cheon had no intention of compromising on this very natural result. Of course, putting aside the assumption that the other party would agree to this decision, if he refused, he was more than willing to execute it by force. He had that much skill and pride. Until today.

Wi Ji-cheon had no intention of letting the first intruder who had invaded the sanctuary, which he could not even properly approach due to the noble radiance surrounding her and could only watch while revolving around, live. The sin of Bi Ryu-yeon, who had trampled on his sanctuary with muddy feet, was worthy of being dismembered. The crest of the Seven Sword Dragon embroidered on his chest, the mark that officially proved his skill. Although there were only a hundred people in this Cheonmu Academy who had received the rank of the Seven Sword Dragon, Bi Ryu-yeon did not know that, and did not care.

The Heavenly Origin Three Absolutes Sword Strike was a superior technique that could scatter Sword Gang three times in a row. There were almost no people of his age who could scatter Sword Gang three times in a row. His skill was that outstanding. Even in front of the bundle of Sword Gang being scattered towards him, Bi Ryu-yeon was not swayed. Just before the dozens of streams of Sword Gang, with numerous changes, tore his body to shreds, his body blurred, and in an instant, his body appeared to overlap in three layers.

The secret technique of the chapter of the Phantom Soaring of the Phoenix Dance, the Three-Layered Shadow!

A fantastic realm where the afterimage created by the user's high-speed movement appears to overlap in three layers. It was the peak of the Three-Layered Shadow. The first strike of the first absolute of the extremely sharp Heavenly Origin Three Absolutes Sword Strike cut past Bi Ryu-yeon's body. But Wi Ji-cheon did not feel the sensation of flesh being torn and bones being cut in his hand. It was an illusion.

The Sword Gang of the second strike of the second absolute, which boasted an explosive power, exploded on Bi Ryu-yeon's body. But this time too, it was a vain effort. The second strike of the second absolute, despite its explosive sword momentum, only gave him a sense of futility like a piece of stone that had fallen off a ten-thousand-zhang cliff.

The last, third time, he gathered all the true qi of his entire body and unfolded the ultimate technique of the third strike of the third absolute. Praying that this time it would surely succeed...

"Third Absolute, Eight Swords Sword Gang Strike!"

Eight streams of fierce Sword Gang formed a bundle and mangled Bi Ryu-yeon's body. This time, Wi Ji-cheon also firmly believed in the success of his attack, but the momentary joy was also brief, and soon his belief crumbled without a trace like a sandcastle swept away by a wave.

All three figures were illusions that could not be caught. None of the three was the real body. He had been consuming a huge amount of ki and panting, huffing and puffing, towards a useless illusion. It had ended up being a waste of precious true qi and stamina. Bi Ryu-yeon looked at him, who was exhausted from the enormous consumption of internal energy, with a leisurely gaze.

An attack that does not hit its target is useless, no matter what power it has. Bi Ryu-yeon's figure appeared like a lie 9 meters away from the Swift Wind Sword Dragon, Wi Ji-cheon. Although his Command Thunder Hand was so hard that it would be sad to be called second in the world, he was not so reckless as to face Sword Gang with his bare hands. A strange light flowed in his eyes.

Bi Ryu-yeon's right hand trembled lightly, and a shadow of a fantastic silver light extended from his sleeve. It was the ultimate technique, the Flying Thunder Dagger, which he was unfolding for the first time since entering the Cheonmu Academy.

The chapter of the Whirling Dragon Tornado of the Flying Thunder Dagger Sword Ki, the Whirlwind Thunder Cut!

The swallow's tail of a silver, flash-like meteor flew like a ray of light and coiled up Wi Ji-cheon's right hand like a whirlwind. Wi Ji-cheon had to absurdly give up his right hand, which was like a swordsman's life, in a defenseless state. The match was decided in a single blow.

The blood-stained sleeve was torn to shreds and scattered in the air with drops of blood. From the beginning, the target of the Silver Flash Swallow's Tail was not Wi Ji-cheon's life, but his right hand and the treasured sword held in it.

At the blow of the Whirlwind Thunder Cut, Wi Ji-cheon made his sword roll on the ground for the first time since his debut in the Jianghu. The power contained in that single silver flash was that powerful.

"I left your wrist. Because you have to hold a sword again..."

Bi Ryu-yeon said in a calm voice, looking at Wi Ji-cheon, who was looking at him with a dazed expression, holding his right arm, which had numerous blood lines. This could be said to be a satisfactory result.

"Let's stop here for today. Then let's see each other again next time."

Bi Ryu-yeon, who had completely lost interest in Wi Ji-cheon, blinked and smiled at her, who was looking at them from the Unhyangjeong. But still, no change in emotion could be found on her face.

As the outside of the Unhyangjeong became noisy and people began to flock, Bi Ryu-yeon quickly hid himself by displaying the movement technique of the Phoenix Dance. In this kind of thing, Bi Ryu-yeon was so fast that he was second to none. He refused to be absurdly caught up by being there for no reason.

When people, drawn by the sudden light of the Sword Gang that had shot up from the Unhyangjeong, arrived, Bi Ryu-yeon's trace was nowhere to be found within a 30-meter radius of the Unhyangjeong. They could only witness Wi Ji-cheon, who was holding his right arm stained with fresh blood and letting out a wail of anguish. It was a rare spectacle worth leaving what they were doing to come and see.

The people, who had not expected in their dreams that they would witness such a miserable sight of the Swift Wind Sword Dragon, Wi Ji-cheon, who was one of the Cheonmu Nine Dragons and one of the Nine Orthodoxies' top three, all vied with each other to ask for the reason, but Wi Ji-cheon kept his mouth firmly shut and thoroughly exercised his right to remain silent.

One fortunate and yet despairingly unfortunate thing was that she, the only witness who had witnessed his disgrace this time, kept her ruby-like lips firmly shut and did not reveal a single word, and the more miserable and unfortunate thing was that the only witness who had witnessed his pathetic disgrace this time was none other than her. Wi Ji-cheon was so ashamed that he wanted to die.

Bi Ryu-yeon, who had skillfully avoided the flocking people and had resumed his walk around the academy as if nothing had happened, finally came to realize one serious mistake he had made. It was a belated enlightenment.

"Ah! Oh no. Come to think of it, I didn't even ask for her name!"

To have made such a basic, big mistake. Bi Ryu-yeon resolved to definitely exchange names when they met next time. The gently blowing breeze is just peaceful.