The purple flowers, or what are known as Bouizin flowers, are violet-colored flowers, but if you look at their edges, you will find a black color. Some people stay away from them because they believe they are poisonous, but despite their color that gives you a feeling of danger, they are just beautiful flowers with a very nice scent, and their shape mixed with purple and black looks stunning if you look at them closely. This is what I thought about Leong Hyun before returning in time.
Leong Hyun's mother is "Miha Yun Seongir," and yes, she is like my mother from the Seongir family.
But the difference is that my mother is the daughter of the sect leader, while "Miha Yun" is the commander of the Control Army.
The Seongir family is not just a sword family, but also has the ability to control beasts, and Miha Yun was the strongest controller in the Seongir family. But she married a man, and that man is General "Leong Hijin," who is Leong Hyun's father.
They used to be enemies, but now they are married and have three sons: the first son "Leong Meng," the second "Leong Hyun," and the third "Leong Hui."
The first and third sons are now trying to train in beast control. They know they cannot use the sword, and that means they won't have a high status unless they use their beast-control power—unlike the first and third sons.
Leong Hyun does not want to control beasts and does not want high status. His sword skill is great, although not powerful, but it's fine. He wants to live in complete peace, not wanting disturbances. He took four quiet and unskilled disciples. He lives in the residential complex of the Strange Phenomena Seekers, and Leong Hyun is their instructor.
If I didn't know the Strange Phenomena Seekers—those disciples no one has heard about—after ten years they will become the best thirty people in sword usage.
I'm really curious to know what they used to train on.
Lang Byul smiled with excitement but stopped smiling when he saw Leong Hyun looking at him.
They were going to the residential complex.
Leong Hyun thought that if Lang Byul had come a week earlier, he would have been very happy because he is quiet and kind-hearted, to the point they call him the White Lotus.
But after seeing Lang Byul in the meeting, he felt a strange feeling, as if letting this person become the fifth disciple would destroy his peaceful life.
But he cannot say no to the sect leader, so all he can do is hope that Lang Byul is still the same.
They arrived at the residence. There were pink trees there, and the place wasn't bad at all.
Lang Byul liked the place, but even so, it cannot compare to the White Butterfly Palace. That was his favorite palace—there were things there that even the emperor did not have.
His thoughts of the past were interrupted by a familiar soft voice, calm with a hint of playfulness.
He looked at the owner of the voice and found Riong Shin, and next to him was a young man wearing black clothes.
When Riong Shin noticed Byul, he stopped, shocked.
He had heard that there was a new disciple, and thought he might be an illegitimate child or something like that, because in the team there were only unknown people.
But the son of Lang Jong and Mari Seongir?
The young man beside him wasn't surprised, because he knew Lang Byul could not reach the other stages.
But unlike that young man's thoughts, Riong Shin knew well Lang Byul's strength. He saw how he copied the movements easily.
When he remembered him, he looked like a butterfly—truly like a cloud under the moonlight.
Leong Hyun spoke before Riong Shin finished his thoughts.
"This is Lang Byul, the new and fifth disciple. You and Ming Kyun will show him the place well, and then take him to his room."
Leong Hyun smiled and apologized because he had something important to do.
Lang Byul waved to him excitedly.
Then he looked at Ming Kyun with sharp eyes.
He was a young man with black hair like raven feathers, long and shiny, tied in a ponytail like Lang Byul, but the difference was that his hair was less thick, unlike Byul who had thick hair.
His skin was extremely white and flawless, maybe because of his black hair.
When Riong stood next to him, he would look like just an ordinary young man—they would look at him briefly then turn their gaze back to Ming Kyun, for the word "handsome" was too little for him.
Lang Byul felt a little jealous of him. "This bastard has never changed, even when he was young!"
Ming Kyun felt nervous from Byul's stare, but Byul looked at him with contempt and headed toward Riong Shin.
Byul: "Oh, hello again."
Shin: "H-hello."
Everyone stayed silent for three minutes until Ming Kyun spoke:
"Alright, I'll go train. You take him to see the place."
And just like his calm voice, he left quietly.
Shin looked at Byul again.
"Alright, shall we go?"
Byul nodded in agreement and left with him.
Riong Shin wanted to talk about what happened and how he did it, and before that, he had already wondered how he managed to do it so easily.
He concluded that Byul must have been practicing it for a long time even though they were the same age.
While Riong Shin was thinking, Lang Byul spoke:
"Why aren't you talking? We are in the same team now, so there's no need to be shy. We will be together for a very long time, so if you have any questions in your mind, just say them—it's fine."
Riong Shin fell silent for a moment, then spoke nervously but with determination:
"How did you do it? That dance—how?"
Lang Byul's eyes widened. He never expected this question. He only saw Riong Shin failing to do it, so he did it to tease him.
Also, he didn't even do it perfectly because his body was not like it used to be.
"I saw someone do it better than you, so I copied the movements."
This was the worst excuse Riong Shin had ever heard, but when he looked at Lang Byul, who didn't seem like he was lying, he thought:
"Could it be that he really isn't lying? If that's true, then he's not talentless as the rumors say, just because he doesn't have a cultivation gem."
Riong Shin asked if he could teach him, but Lang Byul's answer shocked him.
"Yes, but I don't have time to do this for you, so if you have something more important than my time, I don't mind."
In other words, he was asking for payment for teaching him.
Riong Shin was nervous from Lang Byul's rudeness, but he admired his honesty. He thought that he definitely didn't want money since his family was already rich, so he asked what he wanted.
Lang Byul looked at him seriously and sincerely.
"Money. Fifty rosh."
"Fifty rosh equals fifty silver pieces."
Riong was a bit shocked that he asked for money, so he asked:
"How do you need money even though your family is already rich?"
"Yes, like you said—my family is rich, but I'm not."
Riong Shin fell silent.
He didn't expect Lang Byul to say that with an uninterested expression.
He thought Lang Byul resembled him a little.
Riong didn't know where to look and quickly turned after hearing a striking sound.
It was Ming Kyun training with the sword.
The sword strikes were extremely fierce, and even so, he needed more than three strikes to cut a wooden dummy.
After cutting it, he tried to catch his breath with difficulty.
Lang Byul remembered how Riong Shin did the exact same thing and couldn't help but laugh.
Riong Shin understood his thoughts and felt embarrassed.
Ming Kyun looked at Lang Byul, surprised that he was laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"It's obvious—at you."
Ming Kyun wasn't stupid; he knew Byul was laughing at him but didn't know why.
So Riong Shin explained that the reason was that it took him three strikes to cut the wooden dummy.
Ming Kyun smirked sarcastically.
"Really? And can the young master cut it with one strike?"
Lang Byul stopped smiling and glared at Ming Kyun angrily.
How dare this bastard mock him?
Even before he returned in time, he was stronger than him.
Then he remembered he lost once in a fight and fell silent, more irritated.
He grabbed a sword and looked at the wooden dummy.
He knew it wasn't made of ordinary wood, but he could handle it.
He looked at one spot on the dummy, gripped the sword strongly, and moved toward it.
But instead of being cut, it exploded into small pieces that scattered like falling flowers—but made of wood.
"....."
Ming Kyun mockingly: "Amazing."
Riong Shin nervously: "A-are you okay?"
Lang Byul: "Da## it."
At night, the complete silence makes a person feel safe and think about nothing—just enjoying the calm atmosphere.
But this does not apply to Lang Byul.
He was in his room thinking about what happened.
The strike was perfect, but because he had three "Chekema," he couldn't balance the different energies.
Each one had its own cutting method—the purple differs from the blue, and the blue differs from the red.
That's why he couldn't cut it without making it explode.
He thought he needed to go to Lexing's grave as soon as possible.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
His father, Jong, entered and asked if he had time to talk.
Byul agreed.
They sat facing each other at a table.
Lang Byul wasn't a fan of tea, but he decided to drink with his father anyway.
Jong took a small sip and began speaking.
"I know you love the sword, and I support you, but are you sure you want to go to the Strange Phenomena team?
Leong Hyun won't be able to train you, and everyone there went only because they don't want an instructor and want to learn on their own—or they have other motives.
But you won't benefit from going there."
Lang Byul was the only one who came back in time, so his father knew nothing.
He also didn't need a teacher because the old man said it himself:
A teacher must be more than a father and do anything for his disciple only.
But Lang Byul hadn't met that teacher yet.
So he taught himself, took experience and techniques from anyone, and trained himself on them.
No one protected him or taught him everything or provided what he needed or protected him.
And despite all this, he succeeded.
He became one of the strongest twenty people in the empire—everyone knew him.
So now he was like them—he didn't need any fake teacher.
But his father didn't know this.
Lang Byul smiled.
"Father, I'm not a child anymore. I understand well what I need, and I will learn from mistakes.
I now know what I'm doing, and I don't need anyone to tell me I'm wrong.
I know very well what I'm doing."
Jong fell completely silent and realized now that he had truly changed.
He didn't understand whether he should be happy or sad, but he knew well that he would care for his son forever.
"Alright, as you wish. But if you ever need help, remember that I will always help you."
"Of course I will."
They talked for a long time, which made Lang Byul truly happy.
But ships do not sail as the winds desire.