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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 277: The Right Path (4)

Chapter 277: The Right Path (4)

Elaine​⁠ climbed the stairs,​‌ panting.

“Why​‍‍ are they so‌ high? Why the⁠ hell did they⁠⁠ build them like​⁠ this?”

“For‍‌‍ Murim warriors, this‍⁠‌ isn’t a difficult​‍ path.”

“So‌‌ it’s basically like​‍​ saying common folk​‍‍ shouldn’t come?”

Cheongun,​​​ who was waiting⁠‌ much farther up,​ nodded.

“Yes.​⁠ Exactly.”

“Haa…”‌

Elaine​‍ grumbled.

“If‍‌‍ I’d known, I would have brought‍⁠ all the company​‌ staff; now I’m⁠ the only one‍⁠⁠ suffering. By the‍ way, where is​ Lord Bernard?”

“Right‍‌ behind you.”

“What?”​

Elaine​ turned around and‌​ almost tumbled down‍​⁠ the stairs in‌ fright. Bernard grabbed‌​ her by the​ collar.

“When‌⁠ did you get‍‌ behind me?”

“Just‍ a moment ago.”​‌

“I⁠​‍ didn’t sense you‍​⁠ at all…”

“I‌⁠ made no noise.”⁠

“Well,⁠​‌ make some from‌ now on.”

“…”‌

Bernard⁠‌ didn’t reply and‌‍ looked up.

“I’m​⁠ sorry.”

“What?”‍

“I​‍ can sense the​​‌ strong. And surely‍​ they can sense​⁠ me as well.”​​

“I‌‌ suppose so. If​ the Murim Alliance⁠‌ is the center‍‌ of the Eastern‍‍ Murim, then there⁠‌ will be a lot of strong⁠‍ people there…”

Still​ catching her breath,​‌ Elaine nodded.

“Then,‌ if those strong‌ Easterners try to​ intimidate us, you’ll​‍ have to step‍ in.”

“They​⁠‍ could be even‌ stronger than me.”‌⁠

“Bah,‌ they’ll be about⁠‌‍ the same. You’re‌ Bernard, aren’t you?”​

Elaine‍⁠⁠ trusted Bernard.

She‍‌ had heard from‌ the Briol court‌‌‌ that when Jose⁠ Aratur, one of‌‌‌ the Ten Greats,‍ had stayed in‌‌ Briol, he and‍ Bernard had been⁠‍ evenly matched.

It⁠ was said they‍ trained together every​⁠ day, winning and⁠ losing alternately.

Even‍ when a group‌ of imperial assassins‍‍ had broken into​‌‌ the royal palace‌ not long ago,⁠ it was Bernard​⁠⁠ who went out‌⁠‍ and handled the​​ situation.

That⁠‌ alone made it‌​ clear he was‍⁠⁠ a warrior on‌‍ the level of​ the Ten Greats.‍​​

Even‍ in an era‌⁠‌ overflowing with experts,⁠⁠ someone like Bernard⁠​​ could carve a path even in​​ the East.

“All⁠ right, let’s keep​​ going up.”

Cheongun​‍ clapped to lighten‍‌ the mood.

Finally,​​ thanks to the‍‍ help of the​ two, Elaine managed⁠ to reach the‌ top of the​ mountain where the‌ Murim Alliance stood.⁠‍‍ Just building a staircase up here​‌ must have cost‌⁠ a fortune.

Elaine⁠​​ sighed when she⁠ saw the great​ pavilion rising before​ her.

“We​ finally made it…”‌

The⁠ characters “Murim Alliance”⁠​​ she had seen​ on the plaque‌ at the stairway⁠‍ entrance were written​ here again in‌‍ an even larger‌‌‍ and more vigorous‌ brushstroke.

“To​‌ think there’s so‌ much flat land‍ up here…”

“They⁠‌‍ carved it out‍‌‍ by hand.”

“Seriously?”⁠‍‌

Before​⁠​ Elaine and her‍‍ group could do‍⁠ anything, people emerged‌‌⁠ from the Murim‌ Alliance.

All‍‌ wore black martial⁠ robes, with clear‍ and sharp gazes.⁠⁠‍

“What’s​​ going on?”

“Let‍‍ me speak to⁠​‌ them.”

Cheongun‍‌⁠ conversed with them.‍

“What‌​ do they say?”‍

“They’re‌‌⁠ the guardians of‍‌ the Murim Alliance.‍⁠ They’ve been expecting​‌‌ us.”

“Us?”‍

“Yes.”​​​

Elaine⁠⁠ looked at Bernard.​​⁠

If⁠ he had said‌‍ earlier he could⁠​ sense the presence‍​​ of the strong,‍ perhaps a similar‌‍⁠ expert had appeared,⁠ putting the Murim‌ Alliance on guard‍ as well.

But‍‍ Cheongun said something‍‍‍ else.

“They​‌⁠ say they’ve been‌⁠ waiting for you.‌‍ Or, to be​ precise, for the‍‍ story from the⁠​ West you bring.”⁠⁠

“What?”​

“They‌​⁠ say that when​‌‌ they saw a breaking star appear‍⁠ in the sky,‍⁠‌ they knew a visitor would come.”⁠‌

“Reading⁠‌ fate or something⁠ like that?”

“Something⁠‌ like that. The‍⁠ Murim Alliance also‍​ has a department‍⁠‍ for that.”

It​​ seemed that in​​ the eastern continent,⁠‌ they had their​‍ own arts similar⁠ to magic.

In⁠‍‌ situations like this,⁠‌ one must not⁠​ show weakness. Even‍​ if it was​‍ unexpected, you had‌ to act as​ if you already‌‍‍ knew, so the⁠⁠ other side wouldn’t​⁠ underestimate you.

Elaine⁠​ smiled and told‍‌‌ Cheongun,

“Then‌‍ there’s no need‍ to say more.‍⁠‍ Tell them I want to see​‍ him.”

“See‌​‍ who?”

“The‌ leader of the⁠ Murim Alliance.”

“That…”‍⁠

Cheongun​‍​ hesitated. For him,‍⁠ the title of‍ Murim Alliance Leader‌​‌ was not something‍‌‌ to be mentioned‍​ lightly.

The​ current number one⁠ in Murim, the​‌​ “Immortal of Combat”‍‌⁠ of Wudang, Jang‍⁠ Yeonghak.

He​​‍ was not someone‌⁠​ one could simply‌‍ meet by asking.‌‌​ He was, quite​​ literally, like the⁠⁠​ sky itself.

But⁠‍⁠ soon Cheongun nodded⁠‌ with a serious​⁠ look.

Although‌‌ he had not‍‌ spent much time‌ in the West‌​​ as a foreigner,‌ he could feel‍ that the world‌ was in danger.​‍

Someone‌‍ needed to set‌⁠ it right.

Moreover,‍⁠‍ even though his‍‌ sect had fallen,‍​⁠ it had always⁠ been one that‍‌ worked for good.‍‌ He could not‌​ ignore this.

“I‍⁠ understand.”

Then⁠‌ he stepped forward‌‍⁠ again.

The‌ men of the‍⁠‌ Murim Alliance who‌​⁠ saw him speaking‍​ in the western⁠⁠ tongue with the​ group looked at‌​ him curiously.

[You‌​ speak with the‌ Westerners fluently. Do​‌⁠ you know their‌ language?]

[Yes.‌​ I learned it.]​

[Impressive.‍‌​ That will make​⁠⁠ it easier to⁠​ talk. The Master‍ of the Sky‌​⁠ Pavilion wishes to​‌ see you, so​ come in.]

[No.]⁠​

[No?]​​‍

[We‍⁠‌ have not come‌‌​ to see the‍ Master of the⁠‍‍ Sky Pavilion.]

[Then‌‌ who?]

[We​ have come to​​ see the leader​​ of the Murim⁠ Alliance.]

At​​ this, the expressions‍​ of the two⁠ guardians hardened.

[You‍ dare to mention‌ him? How insolent.]⁠​

[It’s‌⁠‌ something very important.]⁠‌

[Bringing‍ some Western foreigners⁠ and suddenly asking⁠ to see the⁠⁠ leader? If you’re​​ from Murim, you‌​‍ should know how‌‍ offensive that is—or​ perhaps you’re not‌‌ from Murim.]

One‌⁠‌ of them looked‍ him up and⁠‌ down with contempt.‍

[That​‍ the Master of‌ the Sky Pavilion‍⁠‍ deigns to see​ you is already‍ a privilege.]

[It’s‌‌ a serious matter‍ that affects not​⁠ only the West,‌ but also the‍‌‍ safety of the​‌ Eastern Murim.]

[Ha!‍‌‌ Does the West​ have a Demonic‌ Cult or something?]‍

[Yes.‌⁠⁠ Exactly that!]

[This‌‌‍ man just spouts⁠ random nonsense.]

The⁠⁠ Murim Alliance guardians​ shook their heads.⁠​‌

[Choose—see‍ the Master of​ the Cheonwon Hall⁠⁠ or leave.]

Seeing⁠‍ Cheongun in a bind, Elaine asked,⁠

“Is‌ there a problem?”​

“They‍ say it’s absolutely‌‌ impossible to see‍⁠‍ the Murim Alliance‍‌‌ Leader. Instead, they’ll‍‍ allow us to‌ see the Master‌‍ of the Sky‌‌ Pavilion.”

“And‌​ who is the⁠‌​ Master of the‍ Sky Pavilion?”

“He’s‌​‍ part of a department subordinate to⁠ the Murim Alliance.‍​ His role is‌⁠ to assist the⁠‍ Alliance Leader using​⁠​ various mystical arts.”‌‌⁠

“Well,⁠‍ fine.”

Elaine‌‌​ patted Cheongun on‌‌⁠ the shoulder.

“We‌ can take this​ one step at​‌⁠ a time. If‍ we convince the‍‌ Master of the⁠​ Sky Pavilion, he‌⁠ can take us‌ to the Alliance​ Leader.”

“It’s⁠‌ not as easy​⁠ as it sounds.⁠⁠⁠ The Alliance Leader​​⁠ is…”

“If‌‍ it can’t be​ done, we’ll make⁠ it possible. We‌‍ didn’t come here‌⁠ for a stroll.‍‌‍ The fate of‌ the continent… no,⁠‍ of the entire⁠‍⁠ world is in⁠ our hands. We⁠⁠ have to do⁠ everything we can.”‍

“The​‍⁠ fate of the‌‌‍ world…”

At‍ her determined declaration,⁠⁠⁠ Cheongun closed his‌​ eyes and nodded.‍

“I‍​ understand.”

Cheongun‌‌‍ then spoke in⁠ the eastern language.‍

[Understood.​‍⁠ I will meet​‍ with the Master‌‌ of the Sky‍ Pavilion.]

***‌‍

The⁠​‌ Master of the​⁠ Sky Pavilion was‍‍​ an old man​‍ with a long​‍⁠ beard. He was​‌‌ in the garden⁠ of the Murim‌ Alliance’s main pavilion,⁠ gazing at a pond. Without even⁠‍​ turning around, he⁠‍‍ spoke when Elaine’s​‍ group appeared.

[I​ have been expecting​​ you.]

Cheongun‌‍‍ stepped forward and‍​ gave a martial‍⁠​ greeting.

[My‌ name is Cheongun.]⁠⁠‌

[A‌ good name.]

[Thank​ you.]

[So‍‍​ you’ve come because⁠‍ of the Breaking‍‍‍ Star in the​‍ sky, haven’t you?]‌⁠

[That’s‍ right.]

Cheongun‌​‌ signaled to Elaine​‌ and Bernard to‌ wait, then continued​ the conversation.

[As‍‌⁠ you well know,‌‌ this situation not‌‌ only endangers the‍⁠‍ West, but also​ the survival of‌‍ the Murim Alliance.⁠ I ask for‍ your help.]

[Hmm.‍ Which sect do‍‌ you belong to?]‌

[Excuse‌​ me?]

[Cheongun‍​​ sounds like a Taoist name, but​‌ I sense the‍‌‍ scent of a ronin from you.]⁠​​

Cheongun‍​ hesitated a moment‌⁠ before answering with⁠​ a serious expression.‍​

[In⁠ the past, I was a disciple​ of the Blue⁠ School Sect.]

[Blue⁠‍‌ School, I see…]​

The‌‍ Master of the‍​⁠ Sky Pavilion finally​⁠ turned to look‍ at him. His‍ gaze moved from‍⁠‍ Cheongun to Elaine⁠​ and Bernard, then​ back to him.‌

[I‍‌ didn’t expect you‍ to be a successor of the‌ Blue School. How⁠​ many remain?]

[I’m‌​‍ the last.]

[I‍ don’t believe that.​‍‍ Wasn’t there also​ Hyeonseong?]

[He‌‌‌ abandoned the Blue‌ School.]

[He⁠​ was the last‌ Taoist in Murim⁠ who practiced Demon​ Expulsion…]

[He‍​ was nothing but‌‍‌ a man who⁠‌‌ betrayed his duty.‍‌⁠ He’s no longer‍‌ part of the⁠ Blue School.]

[A‌​ pity. Is he‍ still alive?]

[I‍⁠ don’t know. But⁠⁠ I didn’t come​‌​ here to talk‌​​ about my sect.‍‍ I came for‍‌⁠ something more important.​⁠​ We must hunt‍‌⁠ a demon that‌‍⁠ has appeared in​‌ the West. The‍‍‌ Heavenly Demon is⁠‍‌ there…]

The‌ Master of the‍​ Sky Pavilion interrupted‍​ him.

[The​‌ Breaking Star seeks⁠⁠ to destroy the​‌‌ sky, yes… But‌​ tell me, have‌ you ever seen​ the sky break?]‍

[Excuse⁠⁠ me?]

[Do⁠ not worry so‍ much.]

The‌⁠‍ old man approached‍‌⁠ and patted him‌ on the shoulder.‌​ From his eyes‌‍⁠ suddenly shone a pure light.

[The​ sky will not⁠ break and the⁠ world will return‍‍‌ to its course.⁠ It’s like the‌‍‌ change of seasons—when​‌ winter comes, it⁠⁠ seems as if‌ everything ends, but‌‌⁠ sooner or later‌‌ spring returns and‌​‌ the sprouts emerge‌‌⁠ again. Be patient—the⁠ Breaking Star will⁠ fall on its​‍ own.]

Cheongun​​‌ looked at him‍‍ in astonishment.

[I⁠⁠ called you here‌ to tell you‍​ this.]

[Master‌⁠ of the Sky‍⁠‍ Pavilion…]

[Personally,‌ I will help​ you. But the​⁠⁠ Murim Alliance will​ not move.]

[The‍‍ Heavenly Demon is⁠⁠ in the West!]⁠‌‌

[That‌‍‍ too is part⁠ of the natural⁠​ flow. The star​‌‍ you follow will‌‌‌ be the one‍‌⁠ to bring down‍ the Breaking Star.⁠​⁠ Do not question‌‌‌ it.]

[Master‍​ of the Sky​ Pavilion!]

At‍ Cheongun’s raised voice,​ Elaine intervened.

“What’s‍‍⁠ he saying?”

“That‍ we…”

Cheongun‌‌ suddenly stopped, seized⁠​ by a strange‌​ suspicion.

In‍​​ the West, he​‍ had met the‍ hero Yuri Briol‌​‌ and fought alongside‌ him against evil‍​​ forces. Although in​‍‌ the East there⁠‌⁠ were heretical and⁠‌ demonic sects, the⁠​ beings corrupted by‌‍‍ black magic in⁠‌ the West were​ of an incomparable‍‍ evil.

When‍ he stayed silent,‌⁠​ Elaine pressed him.⁠‍‍

“We⁠‍‍ what?”

“One‌​ moment… one moment…”‍‍

Cheongun⁠‌‍ fell into thought.⁠

The⁠​‌ Blue School Sect‍ had fallen, clinging⁠ to its purity‌​ and refusing to​​‍ accept the corruption​ of the Murim‌‍ world. Even Wudang,​ the most powerful​​ Taoist sect today,​‍ was tainted compared⁠ to the Blue‌ School.

Pure‍ water always rejects‍​ even the smallest⁠⁠ drop of ink.​⁠​

[Master​​​ of the Sky⁠‍ Pavilion.]

[Hmm?]⁠‌‍

[The​‌‍ Sky Pavilion deals‍‌⁠ with Qimendunjia and​​ mystical arts, doesn’t⁠⁠‍ it?]

The⁠⁠ old man tilted‌ his head.

[That’s⁠⁠ right. We read⁠‌ the will of‍ heaven, listen to‍ the voice of‌‌‍ the earth, and⁠ seek balance in⁠ Murim by means‍⁠ other than the⁠ sword.]

[Then‌ you belong to‌ the Deviated Path.]⁠‌

[Eh?]‌​‍

The‌​ old man frowned.​‍

[It’s‌ been a long‍‌ time since anyone‌ said that to‌‌ my face. Very⁠‌ fitting for a successor of the​​ Blue School. If‌‍‍ that’s what you‍‌​ believe, I can​‌ do nothing, but‌ it’s disrespectful.]

[One⁠​ who sets foot‍ on the Deviated‌ Path will take‍‌ two and three‌‌ steps without fear.]​

[What‌​​ are you trying‍ to say?]

[That‌​ I didn’t know​ the darkness of‍‍ the West had‍‍ extended its hand⁠ all the way‍ to Murim. How⁠ much have they⁠‍​ paid you?]

[What…!]‍⁠

Suddenly,‍‌‌ Cheongun was pushed​‍ back by an‍​‌ invisible pressure emanating‌‌‍ from the old‌‍‍ man.

[I‍‌ wanted to treat‌ you as a guest, but you⁠​‌ insult me.]

[You’re​‌​ angry because the​ truth was found‌​ out.]

[A‍ mangy dog of​ a fallen sect​‍​ dares…!]

Cheongun‌‌​ let out a laugh. Now that⁠ he knew the⁠​ old man’s true​⁠ face, he had‌​ no reason to‌​ hold back.

“Bernard.”⁠​

“My⁠‌‍ turn?”

Bernard‌​ stepped forward. The​ Master of the‍‌⁠ Sky Pavilion took‍⁠ out a fan‍ and opened it;‍​‌ a mist arose⁠​‌ and covered the‍‍‍ entire garden.

But‌⁠ it didn’t last‌⁠​ long. With a single slash from⁠​​ Bernard, the mist⁠​ split apart and‍ dissipated instantly.

The⁠ old man, who​ had been forming‌ hand seals within‌​ the fog, opened‍ his eyes in⁠ astonishment.

[You⁠⁠ cut it with⁠ a single strike…?]⁠‌

[In⁠‍ the West, there⁠ are also great‍ warriors.]

[This​​‍ man…]

The⁠ old man’s face‌ paled as he⁠‍‍ focused on Bernard.‌⁠‍

[A…‍‍‍ a demon.]

[Exactly.‍ In the West,​‍⁠ they call him⁠​‌ the ‘Sword Demon.’⁠‌‌ And to take‌​​ down rats like​​⁠ you, who have‍ allied yourselves with‍​ demons from the‌⁠‌ West, nothing is​‍‌ better than a ghost from there.]⁠‍

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