Childhood Friend of the Zenith Novel MTL - Chapter 1078

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Chapter 1078

My memories of my father are sparse.

That was simply the reality of my existence. I never felt compelled to seek out more information about him.

The primary reason was that I held no particular curiosity about his past.

What kind of life had he led?

Gu Yangcheon’s father, the patriarch of the Gu family—what was he like before he assumed that role?

I had never pondered it. I never felt the need to.

That is why, even when I later encountered tales about my father from other people—

I never felt a strong sense of interest.

I possessed only a single, lingering question.

‘Why did Father choose to remain merely one of the Hundred Masters?’

I understood that this was not the full truth.

Father was powerful.

Even now, having reached a state of transcendence and being recognized as one of the Three Supreme Masters, I was uncertain if I could defeat him.

In his youth, he was known as the Divine Dragon, was he not?

That, too, was something I was aware of.

Throughout the Great War of Righteous and Demonic, he had been dubbed the Flame Ghost, amassing countless deeds.

‘Then why?’

Why did my father content himself with being just one of the Hundred Masters, never displaying his true capabilities?

And more than that—

‘Even after accomplishing so much, why does almost no one know about it?’

For an individual of such immense achievement and power, his name was known by far too few.

It was a complete mystery.

Of course, every leader of the Gu family had been similar in that regard.

But to me, my father was a man I could only characterize as an enigma.

That is what I had always believed—

Until this moment.

«…….»

I stared at the young man standing in front of me.

The youthful incarnation of my father.

And I was inundated with a flood of thoughts.

He appeared slightly older than I was.

But he was unmistakably still in his twenties.

He was tall. Naturally—Father had always been significantly taller than me.

Broad shoulders, strikingly masculine and well-defined features.

In simple terms, he was handsome.

If Shin Noya were present to witness this, he would likely remark—

«Wow, the mysteries of genetics. How did such a pitiful creature emerge from such a perfectly constructed individual?»

I could almost hear that fool’s voice saying it.

Like every member of the Gu family, my father possessed that characteristically fierce countenance.

Yet, his sharp, distinct features lent him a polished form of ruggedness.

His unusually tall height—an uncommon trait within the Gu lineage—only served to amplify his commanding aura.

‘Damn it.’

I stifled the sigh that rose in my throat.

Even engaging in these thoughts felt burdensome at this moment.

Thump—! Thump—!

Simply subduing the raging energy of my Nine Flames Firewheel Technique was a battle in itself.

‘Damn it, get a hold of yourself.’

The power within me was convulsing violently in response to his presence.

I tried to force it down, but the recoil was overwhelming.

Gripping my trembling chest, I looked back at my father.

He was young—that much was instantly obvious.

‘But… damn.’

He was strong.

Far stronger than I had anticipated. He wasn’t even thirty yet—

‘…His cultivation level is impossible to discern.’

I could not clearly perceive his realm. He was masking his power.

‘His mastery of the Nine Flames Firewheel Technique… has he reached the Eighth Star?’

His martial arts were nearly flawless—approaching Great Mastery.

‘I could attempt to force a reading of his realm.’

But if I probed aggressively, he would detect it. His perception was that acute.

Which meant—

‘At the very least, he is at Hwagyeong.’

He had already attained Hwagyeong at this age.

‘That’s unbelievable.’

To be at Hwagyeong so young?

Certainly, there were geniuses like Namgung Bi-ah, Wi Seol-ah, and Tang So-yeol who had reached that realm early.

‘But this…’

This surpassed even them.

It was genuinely shocking.

Just as I was reeling from the revelation of my father’s power—

«Mi Horan.»

A deep voice cut through the air.

At the sound of my father’s voice, my mother flinched.

«What are you doing?»

«…….»

His crimson eyes shifted to her. His expression was inscrutable.

Avoiding his gaze, my mother answered.

«Can’t you tell just by looking…? I was working.»

She was working.

But—

«I instructed you not to move freely within the main faction’s grounds without authorization, did I not?»

«…….»

At his weighty words, my mother gave a slight cough.

«…I merely had some spare time, that is all…»

That, too, was a surprise.

My mother was making excuses. A rare occurrence.

Then—

«See? If you had just stayed put, you wouldn’t be getting reprimanded.»

From the side, Moyong Biyeon chimed in with a self-satisfied tone.

She looked thoroughly pleased with herself.

My mother shot her a frosty glare.

«Tch…»

Seeing this, Moyong Biyeon awkwardly shifted to hide behind my father.

«…Haa.»

With a sigh, my mother turned her attention back to me.

«Anyway. My apologies for this. I had my reasons.»

Her use of «anyway» was irritating, but I chose not to comment.

I had enough to manage just confronting my father.

As my mother addressed me, my father’s gaze returned to me.

Our eyes locked.

His crimson irises seemed to blaze.

For a long moment, we simply stood in silence, looking at one another.

Then—

«Ah, do you know who this is?»

Abruptly, Moyong Biyeon spoke again, abandoning all formal address.

«It’s the famous Divine Dragon. Impressive, right? You’re fortunate to meet him in person. Oh, and he also happens to be my—»

«Gu Cheolwoon.»

Before Moyong Biyeon could spout further nonsense, my father interrupted her.

Then, he extended his hand toward me.

A large hand entered my field of vision.

I looked at it for a moment—then took it in a firm grip.

«Baek… Yangcheon.»

Our hands met. I felt nothing unusual.

I had suppressed the Nine Flames Firewheel Technique as much as possible, so he shouldn’t have detected anything.

«…….»
«…….»

A brief silence hung between us.

Once again, my father was the one to break it.

«Are you here to take the test?»

«Yes.»

My father gave a nod at my reply.

«I see. I hope you achieve a good result.»

«Thank you. It is an honor to meet you.»

«Likewise.»

«I… must leave now for my next test.»

I released his hand and turned to go.

I walked away swiftly. I needed to put distance between us.

I was afraid my hammering heartbeat would somehow be audible to my father.

And so, I retreated as if in flight.

* * *

After Baek Yangcheon had departed—

Gu Cheolwoon stood silently, watching the direction the young man had gone.

Was his rushed pace due to the test?

As he observed intently, Moyong Biyeon spoke up beside him.

«Strange, isn’t it?»

Gu Cheolwoon turned to look at her.

«Since when do you show interest in other people? And a man, at that. Oh! Do you… prefer men? Is that why you were never interested in—»

«That is not it.»

He cut off her foolishness. He had no desire to hear such things.

He was about to dismiss her and look away when Mi Horan spoke.

«Did you sense something?»

«Sense something?»

«Yes. That person— Paejon has already named him as his disciple.»

«…….»

«What? Paejon!?»

Moyong Biyeon reacted with a jolt.

«That Paejon!?»

«Yes. That Paejon.»

«…Huh? But why? He didn’t seem particularly remarkable.»

At first glance, he appeared to be just another martial artist.

Sure, he had an unusually intense face and strangely blue eyes.

But he did not project an aura of overwhelming strength.

And yet, that Paejon had taken him as a disciple?

As Moyong Biyeon tried to process this—

«…….»

Gu Cheolwoon gazed once more in the direction where Baek Yangcheon had vanished.

Mi Horan, who had been watching him, tilted her head curiously.

«You definitely sensed something, didn’t you? You’re behaving unlike your usual self.»

«…….»

«You don’t normally introduce yourself first. You don’t usually offer a handshake. Why did you act that way?»

«Who knows.»

Why had he done that?

Gu Cheolwoon looked down at the hand he had shaken.

There was no particular sensation. The young man had seemed ordinary.

Thump…

‘Strange.’

Yet, his heart had reacted oddly the instant he saw him.

Even his danjeon had been subtly growing warmer.

Had he sensed something—without being consciously aware of it?

Without intending to, he had nearly unleashed his energy during their handshake. He had barely restrained himself.

Baek Yangcheon.

A name he had never heard before.

A young man with blue eyes.

As he committed the name to memory—

«And you, too.»

«Huh?»

Mi Horan suddenly turned to Moyong Biyeon, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

At the unexpected glare, Moyong Biyeon flinched.

«M-me? What about me?»

«Why did you immediately use informal speech with him? That was disrespectful.»

Moyong Biyeon had spoken to Baek Yangcheon casually from the very start, despite it being their first meeting.

It had annoyed Mi Horan enough to confront her about it.

Moyong Biyeon clapped her hands together.

«Oh, you’re right! I did do that. Huh? Why did I do that?»

She had addressed him informally from the beginning.

For all her easygoing nature, she was not typically that impudent.

«…Why did I do that?»

She genuinely could not comprehend her own actions.

It was just—

«It simply felt like I was meant to.»

«…What kind of absurdity is that?»

«I mean, don’t you think he resembles someone?»

«Who? Young Master Baek?»

Who was she comparing him to?

Moyong Biyeon pointed at Gu Cheolwoon, who stood beside her.

«This guy. Doesn’t he look a little like that young man?»

«Don’t be absurd. Who are you even comparing?»

«W-why are you getting angry? It’s just a comment!»

Was she angry?

Their faces were completely different. What was she talking about?

It was ridiculous.

‘If anything, only their eyes. But that is all.’

Their eye colors and the feeling in their gaze held a certain similarity.

But that was the extent of it.

It was merely an impression.

«Hmm… If Tang Seon saw him, she would undoubtedly like him.»

«…….»

No one contested that.

Because it was most likely true.

…Baek Yangcheon.

‘He’s unsettling me.’

As the name settled into Mi Horan’s thoughts—

«Let’s go.»

Gu Cheolwoon said, stepping forward.

At his movement, the two women fell silent and hurried after him.

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