All Chapters of Return of the Moyong Clan's Prodigal Master: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
The Death Symphony
The Death Forest did not live up to its name; usually, it was silent.Tonight, it screamed.Moyong Ha-jun lurched through the undergrowth, his breath coming in ragged, wet rattles. Every organ in his body felt like a cold, iron fist was squeezing it.The "Internal Rupture Poison" that was slipped into his tea by his own disciple was doing its work. Every time his heart hammered against his ribs, a fresh spurt of blood rose in his throat.Swish.He didn't see the blade; he felt the displacement of air. Ha-jun leaned back, the tip of a black-coated wakizashi grazing his Adam's apple."Seventy-two," Ha-jun hissed, his voice a gravelly ruin.He didn't wait for the assassin to respond. He stepped into the killer's guard, his palm glowing with a faint, flickering blue light.[Moyong Secret Art: Shattering Palm of the Azure Tide]His hand connected with the assassin's chest. There was a sickening crunch as the ribs didn't just break; they pulverized. The man was launched backward, his chest
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The Architecture of Agony
As the assassins vanished into the trees, the wind died down. The ashes stopped swirling. They began to settle in a very specific pattern.In the silence of the forest, a cold, mechanical voice resonated, not in the air, but in the very fabric of the soul that refused to move on.[Alert: Extreme Hostility Detected.][Condition Met: Death by Betrayal.][Soul synchronization with 'The Great Swordmaster System'... 100%][Rewinding Causality... Loading Save Point: Age 15.]"Do you wish to sharpen your blade for vengeance?"...The question hung in the void, a monolith of cold blue text against the absolute nothingness that followed death."Do you wish to sharpen your blade for vengeance?"Moyong Ha-jun heard it.The words registered somewhere in the dissipating smoke that used to be his consciousness.He wanted to scream Yes. He wanted to roar it until the void shattered, to claw his way back up the well of existence just to sink his teeth into Moyong Chen's throat one last time.But he
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Reconstruction
The pain was so absolute it eclipsed thought, eclipsed memory. There was no Moyong Clan, no betrayal, only the eternity of the Forge.[Phase 1 Complete. Durability enhancement successfully integrated.]There was no respite. The moment the skeletal structure solidified into a cage of unbreakable agony, the second phase began.[Phase 2: The Void-Devouring Meridians.]In his past life, Ha-jun's meridians, the pathways for internal energy, had been narrow rivers, easily clogged and painful to expand.He had spent decades forcing them open, inch by agonizing inch.The System deemed them pathetic. It tore them out.Ha-jun felt a sensation akin to thousands of red-hot wires being threaded through the newly forged bones of his limbs and torso. But the wires didn't just sit there; they began to thrash, expanding violently.It felt like being flayed alive internally. The System was dredging great canals through his spiritual architecture where only shallow streams had existed.The new pathways
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Return
And then, the pain snapped off.Like a light switch.Gasp!Air. Real, cold, dusty air rushed into lungs that were too powerful, too efficient. They expanded violently, cracking joints in his chest that had just finished forming.Moyong Ha-jun bolted upright, his hands clawing at his own throat, his chest heaving. His eyes were wide, feral, and bloodshot.He wasn't in the Death Forest. He wasn't surrounded by fire and ash.He was sitting on a thin, sweat-stained straw mattress. The smell of mildew and old wood filled his nose, the smell of the outer disciple barracks of the Moyong Clan.Moonlight streamed through a torn paper window, illuminating hands that gripped the rough blanket. They were not the scarred, calloused hands of a forty-year-old veteran warrior. They were smooth. They were young.And they were trembling with the aftershocks of a thousand deaths.Before he could process the impossible reality of his surroundings, a translucent blue screen chimed softly in his peripheral
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Tyrant's Aura
He didn't hear it. The only thing he heard was the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears, a tidal wave of pure, distilled hatred."Break my jaw?" Ha-jun stood up.His movement was unnatural. He didn't push off the bed; he simply was standing. The muscles in his legs, the Myriad Beast Sinews forged by the System, fired with a snap.Jang Myung frowned.Something was wrong.The runt looked the same, but the air around him felt heavy, suffocating. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to be stretching toward Ha-jun, clinging to him."You deaf?" Jang Myung stepped forward, raising a hand the size of a ham hock to deliver a backhanded slap. "I said sit down and—"Ha-jun moved.It wasn't a technique. It wasn't a calculated martial arts move. It was an explosion of kinetic energy.Ha-jun stepped inside the slap. His left hand shot out, not in a fist, but with fingers hooked like talons. He didn't aim for the face or the chest. He grabbed Jang Myung's wrist.The Adamantine Skeleton
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What Are You?
The violence had acted as the final welding arc, fusing his spirit to this new vessel of destruction.He felt... good.He felt powerful.He looked down at the last conscious lackey, who was crawling away in the dirt, sobbing. Ha-jun stepped on the boy's ankle. He applied pressure slowly."A-ah! AHHH!" the boy screamed."Listen closely," Ha-jun said, his voice carrying across the silent courtyard so every waking disciple could hear. "And tell the others."He leaned down, his face inches from the terrified boy." The dog is dead. The wolf is hungry."[Combat Encounter Resolved.][Performance Grade: S (Brutality Bonus Applied).][First Blood-Debt Collected: 3/3 targets neutralized.][Reward: The System acknowledges the Host's nature.][Unlock Feature: 'The Tyrant's Aura'.][Passive Effect: Low-level enemies will experience the 'Fear' status effect upon making eye contact.]Ha-jun straightened up, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He stared at the blue text box. T
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Acknowledgment
"A thousand-fold," he vowed, his voice trembling with the sheer weight of his hatred. "If they cut my finger, I will sever their arm. If they mock my name, I will erase their lineage. I will not just kill them. I will break their spirits. I will make them watch as I burn everything they hold dear, their reputation, their power, their legacy, until they beg me for the mercy of death. And I will deny them even that."[System Acknowledgment: Vengeance Directive Accepted.][The path of the Ashen Swordmaster is lonely and cruel. Prepare yourself.]Ha-jun took a deep breath, pushing the rage down into his gut. Rage was fuel, but if left uncontrolled, it was a wildfire that would consume him.He needed to understand his weapon. He needed to know what this "Reconstruction" had done to him.He sat cross-legged on the stained mattress, assuming the lotus position. He closed his eyes, turning his vision inward, initiating the Art of Introspection.In his previous life, looking inside his body wa
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Void's Hunger
But Ha-jun was already insane. The fire in the Death Forest had burned away his sanity, leaving only purpose."If the Heavens won't accept me because I am a demon," Ha-jun said, closing his eyes and forcing the black vortex in his gut to spin faster, "then I will drag the Heavens down into the mud with me."He could feel the power humming in his veins, dark, heavy, and magnificent. It was the power of a predator."The Moyong Clan wants a loyal dog?"Ha-jun channeled the energy, feeling it tear through his meridians with a pleasurable agony, burning away the last remnants of his weakness."I will show them a rabid beast."***The morning sun bled over the horizon, casting long, pale shadows across the Moyong Clan estate. To any other disciple, it was the start of a beautiful day for cultivation, the air crisp and filled with the scent of pine and discipline.To Moyong Ha-jun, it felt like starvation.He sat on the edge of his bed, his chest heaving with a phantom exertion. His new body
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Trash Manuals
Ha-jun ignored them. In his past life, he would have kept his head down, apologizing for existing. He would have hurried past, desperate to avoid confrontation.Now, he walked down the center of the path. His stride was long and predatory. He didn't look at them, not out of fear, but out of the arrogance of a higher species ignoring insects.The Tyrant's Aura, the passive skill he had unlocked, rippled off him in cold waves. When his gaze accidentally brushes against a disciple, the boy would flinch, pale, and look away, instinctually sensing the predator within.He reached the Library. It was a colossal five-story pagoda, guarding the clan's knowledge like a slumbering beast.At the entrance sat Elder Gu.Ha-jun remembered Gu. A withered old man with a heart as dried up as his skin. Gu had been the one to officially record Ha-jun's demotion to servant status in the previous timeline. He was a man who delighted in bureaucracy and the suffering of those beneath him.Ha-jun approached t
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Silent Execution
The Seven Agonies of the Stone Buddha.The Gale of the Broken Wing.Techniques that killed their users. Techniques that were ugly, painful, and devoid of grace.They were perfect.He felt a strange kinship with these books. They were outcasts, just like him. They were weapons that had been judged as failures because the world was too weak to wield them."I will give you a new master," Ha-jun whispered to the dusty pages. "And together, we will break every beautiful, flowing sword in this clan."He turned to leave, the manuals tucked under his arm. As he walked back toward the front desk to register them, a group of disciples blocked his path.Three of them. Older. Inner Disciples, judging by the silk embroidery on their cuffs."Well, well," the leader said. He was a tall, handsome youth with a face that Ha-jun remembered.Liu Jin. The son of the Hall Master of Discipline. A man who had once forced Ha-jun to kneel in the snow for three hours because Ha-jun had "looked at him with disre
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