Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Chapter 275

Eom Gil-dong was good at calculations.
Every season, every meta, he could catch which NPC would dominate and which NPC would become the counter-pick faster than anyone else, and he knew how to leverage that to his advantage.
It was like how a chef would already have planned out the cooking process and time distribution before adding oil to the pan. There were never any variables in his disciple training.

"First time I’m catching such a vibe," he muttered.

The Silent Swordsman. Eom Gil-dong knew better than anyone how impressive she was.
He himself was the one who got the deepest into her playstyle to the point where he even created a “Silent Swordsman” catch-up. At the same time, he understood how formidable a Dragon NPC Monster was.

Legendary Fear Resistance.
Legendary Willpower.
Top-tier Charisma.
Top-tier Eloquence.
Top-tier Fame.
Advanced Magic Resistance.
Advanced Vitality.
Advanced Mana.
Advanced Health.
Advanced Stun Resistance.
Advanced Paralysis Resistance.

All these stats were the minimum conditions required to face a Dragon without instantly dying.

[Entering the Cloud Palace of the Cloud Dragon Azisahab.]
[Information bonus provided.]
[Be careful. The Cloud Dragon Azisahab’s mood is very poor as the wind spirits are causing the cloud currents to malfunction.]

The warning that popped up reminded Eom Gil-dong of the times when one would fail to achieve anything on unlucky days. Despite preparing three full carriages of jewels, it seemed he had picked the wrong day.

"Silent Swordsman, we may have come on the wrong day. Would you like to try again later?"
[Do you think the Dragon will refuse the meeting?]
"No, that’s not it. It’s just not very efficient today. The Dragon is in a bad mood, so there will be penalties for this encounter."

Eom Gil-dong shared the rules of negotiations with high-ranking NPCs.

"To negotiate with powerful NPCs, you need to offer gifts to increase their affection before you can ask for something. If they're in a bad mood, you have to offer even more or more valuable gifts. But, as you know, Dragons are particularly difficult..."

[Wouldn’t it be better to bring one more carriage?]
"Did you even listen to what I said?"

Eom Gil-dong understood his disciple’s concern. Even though he had already endured significant losses, he knew that this situation was not one where pride could be scratched any further. But just like how understanding the cause allows you to predict the outcome, Ha Eung Eung knew that avoiding today wouldn’t change the result.

[As long as the wind spirits are causing havoc, the Cloud Dragon’s mood won’t improve. Don’t you think so?]
"So you’re actually listening? I was about to feel a little disappointed thinking you weren’t even paying attention."
[Then proceed. Whether it’s today or tomorrow, it won’t make a difference.]
"Don’t you want to meet the other dragons?"

The fact that they had come here despite the circumstances meant that facing other dragons was an even tougher challenge. Ha Eung Eung had no intention of wasting time taking a long detour.

[Proceed forward.]
"Ha... if only I hadn’t made a ‘Silent Swordsman’ catch-up, I would’ve turned the carriage around..."

• Only heard
• Eom Gil-dong really met his match today, lol
• Wealth crashing down, lol

The Cloud Palace of Azisahab.
A golden structure gleamed in the clouds, and a dazzling golden cloud bridge descended.
The bridge signified the Dragon’s approval of Eom Gil-dong’s entrance after seeing the carriages loaded with tribute.

"Well, at least there’s some merit to the wealth I spent. They say the colorless bridge gets thrown to the ground while the silver bridge only shows to the Dragon’s subordinates."
[Dragons are like that.]
"Do you speak like you’ve seen dragons before? You’re so nonchalant about it."

The emperor of the Empire, who identified himself with the dragon, used to call his robes ‘golden dragon robes’. He particularly liked wearing those robes that gleamed like gold, symbolizing the splendor of a golden dragon. The emperor, who had lived in luxury, taking all the treasures of the martial world, was someone Ha Eung Eung knew well from her time in the palace.

"Come here."

Beyond the cloud bridge.
At the far end of the brilliant palace's reception hall, a solemn voice came from behind the sun.
The one who resided at the world’s end.
The master who grasped the heavenly throne.
The golden shining dragon ruling the highest sky.
It was Azisahab, the Cloud Dragon, a dragon so magnificent that it deserved the title.

"Whoosh!"

The horses tied to the carriages started kicking their heads, refusing to go any further.
They didn’t dare lift their heads, but instead, buried their heads to the ground as if bowing to the Dragon. Eom Gil-dong realized the meaning of this gesture.

"The horses won’t go any further, even if I beat them."
[Then dismount.]

Walking boldly across the clouds that didn’t fade beneath her feet, Ha Eung Eung stepped forward confidently.

"No way, is this woman not afraid? Truly a manly woman. Let’s go together. I’m scared."
[Would you like to return to the coward’s shelter?]
"Did you really just tell me to wait in the carriage after I brought you here with my money? Please. Even if I have to grit my teeth and endure it, I’m following."

So be it.
With Ha Eung Eung boldly leading, Eom Gil-dong timidly followed behind, taking small steps and trying to keep up with her. When they crossed the grand audience hall, as he stepped on a stair, a dazzling light reflected off his foot.

"Climb as far as your skill allows."

Azisahab’s words were spoken as a test. Eom Gil-dong took a few steps before closing his eyes.

"Shit, there’s no way I’m getting up there with my eyes open."

With his eyes tightly shut, Eom Gil-dong started climbing the stairs by feeling with his feet.
Then, someone grabbed the back of his neck.

"Ugh! What—what’s going on?"
[You’ve been saved.]

As Ha Eung Eung blinked at him, his legs, buried between the clouds, became visible. When he opened his eyes, the light was so blinding that he couldn’t see anything, but when he closed his eyes, his body felt like it was sinking into the clouds.
If he had ignored the gimmick and tried to keep climbing, he would’ve fallen through the clouds, plummeting straight down to the bottom of the palace, and would have already been kicked out.

"I only wanted to spare your life, thinking you were too greedy for someone so beneath me, but it seems like I was wrong. You have good companions, so you didn’t waste the opportunity."

"Wow... I almost lost all three carriages of jewels."

The gratitude that emerged from narrowly avoiding the loss made him feel a renewed sense of respect.
How could someone with no fear resistance or stun resistance, someone who wasn’t even a veteran, adapt better than seasoned streamers?
If it weren’t for her, they wouldn’t even be climbing the Cloud Palace.

• What an art piece.
• Can you actually see anything??
• Wow, both the Cloud Dragon and Silent Swordsman, the eye-blinding effect is crazy.
• Golden trim really gives off a strong vibe.
• What’s the point of the vibe if we can’t see anything, damn it.
• Vibe (no one can see).
• She’s so beautiful, even just the silhouette makes her look like an angel.

It was like something that could be called a photoshoot of a new concept.
Eom Gil-dong thought it would be perfect as a thumbnail for Gladiator Training and enthusiastically took screenshots.

"The celestial sun is something that those who aren’t worthy cannot even look at."
[Is that what you mean by internal energy?]
"Qualifications aren’t about a single kind of power. True authority comes not from the throne, but from the ruler. The celestial sun is akin to the heavenly throne."

It wasn’t a light authority that could be solved with a simple pair of sunglasses.

‘Shining Light. Not simply sunlight, but the aura and magic of the dragon’s internal energy.’

No matter how much wealth Eom Gil-dong had, no matter how much wisdom he possessed, no matter how stubborn his will was,
There was a force far beyond wealth, wisdom, and perseverance.

Inferiority.

A power so distant that it reduces others to inferior beings by sheer existence.
In the martial world, this is referred to as a transcendent master, someone who has surpassed the peak and entered a new realm of unimaginable strength.
A master in the realm of transformation who has reached the level of Hua Jing, where energy converges into a sword, and that sword transforms into an ultimate weapon of immense power.

‘It’s amazing. To think I’m witnessing such a godly creature surpassing the mythic beings I’ve seen in the martial world.’

The Cloud Dragon Azisahab emitted a light that represented the ultimate state of internal energy. It was a high-level symbol of energy that transcended physical boundaries.
When five rings appeared above the head, it was called Wu Qi Chao Yuan.
When three flowers bloomed on the head, it was called San Hua Ju Ding.
The highest manifestation of internal energy, evolving into divine light, was a phenomenon that could not be blocked by mere physical techniques.

"You stopped ten steps away. Aren’t you going any further?"
[The transcendence must flow naturally, like drifting clouds and flowing water.]

Xingyun Liushui.
Floating clouds and flowing water.
The natural flow of the world, which cannot be forced, describes a martial artist’s transcendence in the same way. Trying to force one step forward would only hasten one’s self-destruction.
For Ha Eung Eung, ten steps was the proper distance to withstand the Divine Light of the Cloud Dragon.

"It’s hard to believe you’re from the same race as the foolish offspring who angered the spirits."
[It’s a relief that you let me off easily.]
"I wasn’t happy with the arrogance that spread across the world, but meeting an earthborn being who blends with wind and cloud makes me very happy. Name your wish."

The Cloud Dragon asked.

"Do you want armor imbued with celestial light? No one will be able to aim at you."
"Do you wish for the highest glory in swordsmanship? No one will be able to bear the weight of your sword."
"Or would you like to sit on a new throne? A kingdom in your name, becoming the ruler of a nation beyond just an earthborn being."
"Anything is fine."
"Speak your wish."

[The Silent Swordsman has drawn out the highest praise from the Cloud Dragon.]
[The penalty of the Wind Spirit’s wrath has been negated.]
[You may choose between celestial light, the highest glory, or a new throne.]

Eom Gil-dong understood that these were no ordinary rewards.
Each one of them was a legendary item that could be coveted by heroes, and the birth of a new kingdom was a reward so grand that even kings would fear it.
These weren’t just rewards—they reflected how immensely the Cloud Dragon valued them.

"Founding a kingdom myth?! Choose the throne! Definitely the throne!!"
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"Do you not know how extraordinary a kingdom protected by a dragon would be?! If I become a king, I can choose disciples as I please!"

The person receiving the wish was calmer than Eom Gil-dong and the viewers, who were in an uproar.
The viewers started feeling uneasy as they watched the Silent Swordsman’s calm demeanor.
No?
It couldn’t be, right?
In response to their anxious gazes and chat, Ha Eung Eung’s smile only deepened.