Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 131



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131. Namgung Seoho (4)

“My plan?”

The vampire witch’s face distorted at the magician’s question, but she quickly glanced at Dang-hye and sighed, gathering her energy.

The various energies that condensed in front of the vampire witch’s nose were a single flower.

It was a mysterious feeling. Even as I was looking, the petals changed colors every moment, dazzling my eyes, and their fragrance filled my nose, dizzying my senses.

“Wanheokhyanghwa (萬惑香華). This is my realm. Unleash your energy.”

As Yongwoon raised his energy as the witch had said, indeed.

Naturally, all of the energy that Yongun had shown began to flow into the flowers. Yongun had to concentrate extremely hard before he could finally break the clutches of Manhokhyanghwa.

From the moment our energies connected, I felt extremely dizzy, and it seemed as if my mind would become more hazy as it continued.

“Still, you have talent. The stronger your yang energy, the harder it will be to shake off the temptation of the Manhokhyanghwa.”

“A system that sucks out energy?”

“Yes, whether it’s fresh, real, or strong energy, they all become nutrients for the Manhwa Hyanghwa. The faster the energy is sucked, the more their minds become distorted by pleasure.”

“It’s called Wu Xiang (烏香).”

“Don’t compare my medical system to those low-level drugs. You lowly savage.”

With one gesture from the Absorbing Witch, the Manhwa Hyanghwa disappeared, and the Gwanghyeol Sword Master looked at Yongun and said.

“Do you feel anything?”

“…There really are a lot of people involved in the medical field.”

Manjonhyeolgye, Mandoksa, and Manhokhyanghwa.

The Gwanghyeolgeomju nodded.

“You’re not wrong, no, you’ve hit on the most important point. The medical community needs to be arrogant.”

You have to be arrogant. I thought I knew what he meant.

I must define my own world, and it is created through my desires and my imagination.

In the end, in my heart, I must become the best of all time.

“Can you show me the Manhokhyanghwa again?”

“What are you doing?”

Magic energy blossomed in Ma-hyeop’s hand, and his eyes burned red.

“I’m going to try to break it.”

**

As time went by, the news had to spread, so the four men who had initially walked leisurely later began to ride horses, and every night a loud noise erupted from their resting place.

Yongwoon opened his eyes wide and looked at a flower. Even at night, the flower glowed on its own, shining brilliantly and confusing Yongwoon’s mind, sucking his energy.

Look. Yongwoon concentrated all his energy into his eyes. He even unleashed the Sounsaenggong and gathered the heavenly energy in the upper chamber, and continued to stare at Manheokhyanghwa.

He didn’t use either the Yeomcheon Kwon or the Cheonma Shingong, nor anything else.

Like when I blocked Kwon-Jun’s fist, I don’t want to weaken the enemy’s martial arts.

There are flashing white lines and dots, but I don’t want them.

Don’t ‘find’ it. Make it. Make it visible.

But at the very last moment, strangely enough, even the crimson flames burning in Yongwoon’s eyes were sucked into the Manhokhyanghwa, so Yongwoon withdrew all his strength while feeling a little injured.

“Do you think it will be that easy?”

The vampire witch revealed her true nature and mocked Yongwoon. She was the one who had to take out the Manhwak Hyanghwa every night for Yongwoon’s training.

It was humiliating for her to have to bring out the medical world as a training partner for a young boy.

“I do it because it’s not easy.”

Yongwoon said as he poured medicine he had made himself into his bloodshot eyes.

“The medical profession must be arrogant.”

“Tsk.”

The vampire witch clicked her tongue and turned her head. She couldn’t say anything because she knew why Yongwoon was acting like that.

‘Fuck, all I can do is this…’

Cheoninhapil has to take out the medical system every day for training. Has he ever been humiliated to this extent?

‘gaga…’

The witch thought of Yunhakseon in a depressed manner. It was only natural that they had lost contact with him after he entered the closed building. She firmly believed that Yunhakseon would soon come to her rescue.

Yongwoon, who was sitting near the fire while checking the condition of his eyes, took out a scroll. It was a special scroll that Socheonhong had personally given him. It was the scroll that had been tied to the child’s feet.

“What did it say?”

Yongwoon answered Danghye’s question.

“They told me to come to Jeongpa-maeng. As Yeomcheonseong.”

So Cheon-hong knew a lot about Yong-un. So Cheon-hong, who had known for a long time that Yong-un was a demonic spirit who used magic, sent him a long letter of five pages when it was widely known that the demonic spirit was a disciple of Kwon-jon.

However, he didn’t blame Yongun, so it seemed like he had guessed from the beginning that Yongun wasn’t a complete orthodox person.

Yongun was originally a ronin. However, Socheonhong seemed to want Yongun to make a name for himself in the Jeongma War, while also informing him that it was his teacher’s request.

As a salt-blooded dragon.

“What are you going to do?”

“Shouldn’t the Poison Witch also go?”

“I called, though.”

Dang Hye tilted her head. Already, many people from the political factions had gathered in Hanam. Not only the Ten Jeong, but also those from all over the world who were seeking fame and fortune and those who believed in morality had gathered, and they were all the power of the political factions that were trying to subdue the Demonic Cult.

Dang Hye is a martial artist of the unity of heaven and man. In fact, she will be more helpful to the power of the Jeongma Battle than Yongun.

“If you go, I will go.”

As I said, Dang Hye had no attachment to any part of the world of martial arts. Especially not to her family. She had seen all the bad things in Sacheondangga, so she didn’t even feel guilty.

Yongwoon thought for a moment. Should he go to the Jeongma Grand Battle? Given the time… it was probably possible.

We’re almost at Fujian, and even the Huanglongmen won’t dare touch us, so it should be relatively easy.

But what is the benefit? What can be gained through the Jeongma War?

In Socheonhong’s encyclopedia, it was written that even the later Jisoo would all participate. This meant that both Gyurin and Hanbaek would wield their swords in the Jeongma Battle.

War… Suddenly, a piece of trash that is currently in the Demonic Cult came to mind.

The white-clad, good-willed, and even masked, fierce dog group.

“First, let’s find Namgung Seoho and then decide.”

Dang-hye nodded at Yong-un’s words.

**

Fujian. A city on the border of the Jianghu, home to the Miaojia Sword School, a branch of the Sapa school. Fujian, famous for a type of tea called Da Hong Pao, seemed peaceful despite the chaos of the Jianghu.

Although the Myoga Inspection Sect was a sect of the Sapa Sect, it was free from exploitation like the Gwangseo Sect.

While people were moving around actively due to the proximity to the sea, the four Sapa masters settled down in the villa prepared by Myoga Inspectorate.

“Did you take the bait at Hwangryongmun?”

“For now, it seems like that.”

Not long after the four set off, the Sado League officially declared that the Hwangryongmun’s offensive against Namgung Se-ga was wrong, and that Namgung Seo-ho would be brought into the Sado League in accordance with moral principles.

The declaration that was clearly hostile to the Huanglongmun turned the martial arts world upside down for a moment, but soon after, as if it had been waiting, the emperor’s edict of rejection of the Huanglongmun was widely spread throughout the martial arts world.

At the same time, the Jeongpa announced an all-out war against the Demonic Cult, and the Hwangryongmun became quiet in contrast to the previous noisy atmosphere.

Above the water, of course.

At the same time, the scholars of the Hwangryongmun, who were widely spread throughout the Jianghu, began to be attacked. By individuals or… by certain groups.

“It is said that the Hwangryongmun has not yet made any moves to go to Cheonghae. They say they have given the order to gather in Beijing…”

“They started gathering? Doesn’t that mean they’re going to make a big move somewhere?”

“That may be the case for now. However, since they have been overly aggressive recently, there is room for reorganization.”

Dang Hye, Gwanghyeolgeomju, and the Absorbing Witch. With three celestial beings in one room, even the spacious Myogageommun villa seemed very cramped.

Yongun looked through Haomun’s letter. Among the people dispatched from Huanglongmun to Fujian, there were two key figures.

Baekho Dangju Naksangjin, and Yongsalgeom (Dragon Slayer Sword) Pyeon Yeongjin.

“Is that Dragon Sword guy coming?”

The Gwanghyeolgeomju spoke briefly. Yongsalgeom was a ronin swordsman of the 16th rank of Cheonyubang.

Naturally, the incident of Yongsalgeom, who was close to being a swordsman of the Jeongpa, entering the Hwangryongmun was bound to be widely spread throughout the martial arts world.

Because he, who I thought was a straight man, had entered the Hwangryongmun Gate.

The two of them are the unity of heaven and man. Even at first glance, it was the result of being conscious of the light-blooded sword master and the magician.

The sword master received a letter from Yongwoon and read it.

“A unit is coming. One of the Cheonyeong police officers is coming too. Are they going to start an all-out war?”

“That might be the case. But, well…”

Yongwoon looked around the room and said.

“I think things will go smoothly if we keep going like this.”

The Bloodthirsty Swordsman, the Poisonous Witch, and the Absorbing Witch. They were the ones who could survive even if the Kwon-Jun or the Hyeon-Jun came.

‘The sucking witch takes a little while, but…’

Because I prepared for it. Yongwoon recalled what Heukpungkwon had said just before he died.

Beware of the devil.

I guess I should prepare… Yongwoon thought.

**

Because Fujian is adjacent to the sea in the southeast of Central Plains, the streets were filled with the scent of salt from the sea, and seafood was more abundant than meat.

Yongun and his party entered one of the towers and waited for those who would come next.

A large circular structure made of mud walls and wooden frames called a toru. Unlike other fortresses where toru were not built by martial arts schools, Fujian was full of these toru, and many people lived in the circular toru like a village.

The numerous Hakka people in Fujian, who were as insular as the people who built the earthen walls, seemed to be wary of Yongun’s group, including the obviously outsider Guangxue Jianzhu, but they seemed to pass by quietly because they had an intuition that they were extraordinary martial artists.

“Why do I have to write something like this?”

The Absorbing Witch grumbled. Now, it wasn’t just Yongwoon who was wearing a mask. The two witches, including him, were also wearing masks, so that the Hwangryongmun wouldn’t be able to find out about their power early.

Dang-hye was wearing a black mask like Yong-un, and the vampire witch was wearing a mask with colorful flowers on a white background, so naturally, there was no one else in the tea room besides them.

While they were waiting at the tomb gate, drinking tea, two beggars entered their tea room.

“It’s them.”

With a short speech, the old beggar gestured toward Yongwoon and his party with his chin. The slightly younger man with a dirty appearance who came with him turned directly toward Yongwoon with a soulless gaze.

The old beggar’s eyes flashed with pity and regret as he looked at the man’s back, but he left the teahouse without saying a word.

The Gwanghyeolgeomju laughed bitterly.

“How heartless you are. You don’t even say hello.”

“Hello.”

A short and emotionless speech. Yongwoon nodded slightly as he looked at Namgung Seoho, who had the same face as the Namgungs he had seen so far.

“Then let’s leave right away.”

There is no inspiration. Namgung Seoho, who lost his family, looked empty and full of sorrow to anyone who saw him. It is only natural that it is even more uncomfortable to talk to him about this and that.

Rather, it was because of this that Yongwoon treated him indifferently, and Namgung Seoho also seemed more comfortable with that.

“hmm.”

The Gwanghyeol Sword Master, who was about to say something while looking at Namgung Seoho, followed Yongwoon with his usual smile.

Namgung Seoho. Age 30. Realm Samhwachwijeong.

It was a very slow performance compared to what Yongwoon had seen so far, but it was actually a normal speed.

Even considering the support of Namgung Se-ga.

“He who follows.”

“As far as I know, there wasn’t any.”

Yong-un, who had emerged from a teahouse in Toru, stopped walking as soon as he left the teahouse on the highest floor of Toru.

Because the only exit to Toru was visible with two men blocking it.

“Then that’s right.”

Yongwoon snickered as he looked at an old man from a familiar village.