The Growth of a Titan
Chapter 310- Romanticizing The Life Of A Vagabond Cultivator

Chapter 310: Chapter 310- Romanticizing The Life Of A Vagabond Cultivator

"Y-Young Master, I mean no offense."

Ma-Sung took another step back and started scolding himself in his heart.

He knew how strange this brat’s temperament was since he had always accompanied him from a young age, yet he still went and said something so idiotic.

The one thing that Yuji hated most was when those he deemed unqualified to face his sword looked down on him.

When Ma-Sung inferred that he needed his protection, he did exactly that.

Suddenly, Yuji’s terrifying Sword Aura retracted back into his body. However, instead of feeling relief, Ma-Sung’s breath hitched in his throat. His pupils then constricted to pin-sized needles when he saw a thin golden light appear in the void in front of Yuji.

Without any signs, Yuji had unsheathed his sword and slashed at Ma-Sung before sheathing it back. His speed was so fast it was imperceptible to the human eyes.

Ma-Sung felt his scalp go numb and the feeling of death gripped his throat. He wanted to dodge, but as soon as this thin golden light appeared it locked onto him before it sliced through the void and arrived in front of him.

Even with his cultivation at the Sky Expanse Realm, this thin golden line was simply too fast.

However, just as this golden line was about to split his body and soul in two, it abruptly stopped mere inches away from his nose before vanishing.

Yuji clasped his hands behind his back and stared at Ma-Sung with squinted eyes. He then released a faint smile as he said.

"Ma-Sung, did you truly believe I would kill you?"

Ma-Sung released his breath and relaxed his tense muscles. He then looked at Yuji and said with a forced smile.

"Young Master, why would you use one of your three Void Strings to simply frighten this old servant? It would have been better if you had killed me so it didn’t go to waste."

"Huh? Don’t say such things. You’re closer to me than that bastard of a Father, I would never kill you... no matter how much I want to for annoying me with your constant yapping. As for the Void String, don’t mention it."

Yuji waved his hand dismissively before he followed up.

"I can spend another few months to create it, no big deal."

Ma-Sung couldn’t help but look at Yuji with praise in his eyes.

Those Void Strings were the result of the Namgung Clan’s number one Sword Art, the Void Severing Scripture.

After cultivating this Sword Art, one would be able to form Void Strings. The power of one of these Void Strings would always be double the person’s strongest attack.

However, in all the Clan’s history, only a few people had managed to learn it. The current Clan head was one of them, but even then, he had the others before him had only been able to form one Void String.

But even so, this made Yuji’s father one of the deadliest Swords Cultivators on the Eastern Continent.

If that Void String was unleashed, it would be as if two Heavenly Realm existences were attacking at once.

However, the downside was obviously the difficulty in forming them.

Yuji had shocked the Clan when he announced that he had formed three. And this was despite his young age, no doubt in the future as he grew older, he was likely to form more.

However, when Yuji saw the admiration in Ma-Sung’s eyes he frowned and said.

"The Void Strings are more of a hassle than a benefit. It doesn’t feel like my strength. If I were to rely on it in the future, then my sword comprehension would undoubtedly stagnate. What I should be doing instead is roaming the Continent with my sword, fighting evildoers, and saving maidens. Instead, I’m being forced to stay cooped up in the Clan. I had to beg just to have Father agree to me leaving to spar with Brother Byeong-Ho!"

Yuji sighed and then said.

"I’ll go inside, Ma-Sung you stay here. And remember not to spy on us, it is unforgivable in the cultivation world to secretly watch someone’s Martial Arts!"

"Yes, Young Master."

Ma-Sung said as he cupped his fist and bowed.

After Yuji opened one of the double doors and entered, Ma-Sung shook his head slightly.

’He’s romanticizing the life of Vagabond cultivator too much. It’s all because of those books he read when he was young. How can those books made for children be the reality of the world?’

Ma-Sung was once an orphan who was taken in by the Mercenary Association.

The life of a swordsman Yuji yearned for did not exist. What he would instead get if he were to venture outside alone was betrayal from people he called friends, and utter desperation to survive, so much so his hands would be stained with blood.

The sins he would commit would forever linger in his mind and prevent him from ever closing his eyes.

To this day, Ma-Sung had many regrets that stemmed from his life before he entered the Namgung Clan and became a servant.

Of course, he had dreams like Yuji when he was young, but over time he realized they were just that, dreams.

However, people like Yuji will never know this type of world.

People like him lived at the peak of the mountain while people like Ma-Sung lived at the base of the mountain.

It was easy for those on the peak of the mountain to look down and make ignorant assumptions about the life those below them lived. They would even yearn for the non-existent freedom they have; however, they would never leave the peak of the mountain to live in the trenches below.

Instead, they would look from afar, and if something below caught their fancy, they would reach down and pluck it like a flower surrounded by mud.

As for those below the mountain, they lived a wretched life and were constantly fed the idea that as long as they climbed the mountain, they could be a carp that jumped over the golden gates and become a true dragon.

But in reality, that was not the case.

As Ma-Sung had these thoughts swirl in his mind, he couldn’t help but think to himself.

’The Forgotten Sect should have still existed. At least people like me wouldn’t have to become servants for the Great Clans or enter a Holy Sect to be treated with disdain and ridiculed. The Mercenary Association can only do so much, but I even suspect it’s being treated as a pipeline for the Great Clans and Holy Sects to integrate people like me into their web of power.’

Ma-Sung soon sighed before he turned and waited for his Young Master to finish his spar. However, he suddenly paused.

He had always been curious about what went on in this training hall, but he never dared to use his Soul Energy to look.

"Byeong-Ho of the Huashan Sect, how great must his talents be for Young Master to not have won a single sparing match in these past few months? It seems he has become more of a monster than before. Those so-called geniuses running around in the Martial Alliance Academy will surely taste defeat after he comes out of seclusion."

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