Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 134



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134. Namgung Seoho (7)

Yongwoon ran across the several jangs in one stride. Because Namgung Seoho was held in his left hand, his footsteps made no sound even though he was carrying the weight of two adult men.

Seonchukjibo (仙縮地步). Another Gyeongsin method that mixes the secrets of Gwiryeongbo with the Gyeongsin technique that Yongun had learned since his days as a magician.

With each step he took, the ground narrowed, and even with a big jump, the fragile tree branches he stepped on held firm without moving, and with each leap he made, the surrounding scenery changed.

“Stop, stop!”

Namgung Seoho, whose body had been stiff, shouted with his mouth barely open. Yongwoon frowned at the noise that ignored the pursuers behind him, but he spoke to him in a voice.

[What are you telling me to stop?]

When Yongwoon sent a telegram, Namgung Seoho answered him with a “Huh.”

[I can run too!]

[Is your method superior to that of Naksanjin?]

[That’s not it… but that’s the same for you too!]

[I’m not superior, but I’m still much faster than you.]

Perhaps, now, it would be similar to a fall.

Yongwoon glanced at his feet and thought.

Even while sending out the telegram, Yongwoon continued to search through his belongings and wave his hands. Every time he did, beads that looked like mud continued to fall all over the forest, emitting smoke.

Also known as Seol-ok (䊝玉). The dark gray smoke produced by the beads was a mixture of various hallucinogenic plants and scattered poisons.

San-gong-dok, a poison that causes the body’s internal energy to disperse from the danjeon when inhaled.

Even Namgung Seoho could see that the number of Seol-oks that had just emerged from Yong-un’s arms was already over thirty.

‘Can that slow down the pursuit of the unity of heaven and man…?’

Yongwoon noticed Namgung Seoho’s gaze and snickered.

“Don’t worry. We can slow it down a bit, even if we don’t completely eradicate it.”

In fact, the reason Yongwoon created this Seol-ok was to prevent the pursuit of those stronger than himself.

Because when I was a magician, I was involved with some really dangerous people.

[It’s a gift.]

Kwon Jong said this in the most magnificent nine-story building in Gwangju.

Of course, they weren’t saying such things from the highest level of the tower. Kwon-Jun and Yong-Un were headed to the basement of the tower, which had temporarily closed its doors to them.

[Well… preserved.]

[I should have done this.]

What is in the basement of Giru is a secret room that Ma-ui made in Gwangju. The secret room, which he made while staying at Paecheondan, contained Ma-ui’s belongings.

That too, a lot.

The next place they went to after Paecheondan was Sacheondangga. Dang-hye came to Paecheondan alone and proposed to Ma-ui that she and she betrothed, and Ma-ui accepted after spending two months with her.

To be honest, Ma-ui had left many things in Gwangju, except for the herbs he needed for his medical practice, in preparation for the eventuality that things would go wrong at the Tang family, or that this whole thing was a conspiracy.

Yongwoon slowly looked around the warehouse with a hearty laugh. It was almost the same as the last sight he had seen when he left Gwangju. There were numerous martial arts secrets and elixirs in the warehouse.

If released into the world of martial arts, there would be enough martial arts and elixirs to establish a great sect. Yongwoon had to smack his lips as if he was sorry. He already had more than enough martial arts, and he had reached a point where he no longer needed elixirs.

Of course, that wasn’t all. Yongwoon went to a corner of the warehouse and took out a box.

Yongwoon opened the box and smiled faintly.

[I knew this would remain.]

Kwon-Jun placed his large hand on Yong-Woon’s shoulder as he was carrying the box and said.

[I have more to give you.]

As he said that, Kwon-Jun handed Yong-Woon a bundle that was in his arms.

What was in the bundle was a single flower.

Yongwoon’s eyes widened because he immediately knew what it was.

[It’s too bad. The swordsmen here are like that, and among the treasured swords I killed and took, there are many world-famous swords. Should I have chosen a sword?]

[Then you wouldn’t have learned the Heavenly Demonic Art or the Heavenly Sword. And this alone would be enough.]

These shoes, with their strange patterns of blue lines on a black background, were commonly referred to as sacred items.

Yunbo (雲步). A divine item received when the demon doctor succeeded in curing Namgung’s Taesang family head and raising his level.

As its name suggests, it was a magical item that had the mysterious effect of making a person’s footsteps faster. The effect was maximized as the person’s level increased, but for now, it was a pair of shoes that the demon had been wearing until he died.

Because as a congressman, it was best for him to run away when his life was threatened.

It was the most valuable thing among the possessions of the demon, and since there had been no news of its return after his death, even Yongwoon had given up on it.

[How did you get it?]

[I found the one who had it and killed him. It turns out that Namgung Gaju had it.]

It was a convincing story. Kwon-Jun killed the Namgung family head of the time.

[I revived your lab as soon as I met you. I hadn’t even destroyed it in the first place.]

[…Is that so?]

[Yes. The elixirs here, and all the herbs and poisons we have at the Apostolic Union… Use them as much as you want and take them.]

Kwon-Jun said with a sly smile.

[Wasn’t it all your power in the first place?]

Tattata – Every time Yongun stepped on the ground, a blue light would burst out from the blue lines on his shoes, giving him a breath of wind.

With his body light enough to fly, he continued to scatter the jade, and the smoke followed him like a trail of incense.

It didn’t matter. Seol-ok’s intention was to openly declare that they should not follow her. The more they chased her, the more they would have to inhale the poison that Seol-ok was spewing out, making the pursuers lose their will.

Seol-ok can drive away the external mirror by mixing poisons between the fifth and third grades, but out of the seven Seol-oks that Yong-un has created so far, they have used special grade poisons.

Nakbongcho (Fallen Phoenix Herb). A highly poisonous plant that can kill even a thousand people if you eat just one pound of its root.

This was a Seol-ok that could be created thanks to the help of the Sado Ryeonju located in Gwangju.

The martial arts of Gangseo Nakga use wind, so even his Kyungshin technique is fast. However, since Yongwoon uses Seolok and Unbo at the same time, even the unity of heaven and man could not catch up to Yongwoon right away.

‘Well… the distance is getting narrower, though.’

Namgung Seoho, who had been fluttering in the air for a moment, once again sent a message to Yongwoon.

[Are you really… the disciple of the devil?]

[But.]

[…]

Namgung Seoho’s emotions could be felt without even seeing him. It was Namgung’s doing to kill Ma-ui. He must have been afraid that he might harm him.

Yongwoon couldn’t help but laugh. If he was going to kill me, he would have done it a long time ago.

[So, I would like you to answer the question I asked earlier.]

[…question?]

[There’s no way that Namgung and Nak were incited by a mere Baek-ui. Who supported the Meng-Kyeon-Dan?]

Namgung Seoho’s pupils shook.

[I, I don’t know-]

[Those lies are useless. I can feel your pulse on the wind.]

[…]

[Why hide it now? I’m already trying to save you, and if you think about it, what happened back then had nothing to do with you.]

[…Even Yongwoon Sohyeop has never actually seen the Demon King, right? The age difference must be that big.]

[I’m just curious, so I don’t have any other thoughts.]

[Then it would be better to remain curious. It was a long time ago anyway… There’s no need to know about them now.]

Tsk- Yongwoon clicked his tongue and put more strength into his left hand that was holding Namgung Seoho.

[Namgung Seoho’s Sohyeop is too pure.]

Yongwoon moved the sky and hit Namgung Seoho’s body all over. Namgung Seoho’s eyes widened. No more sound came out of his open mouth. Because Yongwoon covered his mouth again.

[Did I really just seem curious?]

The tendons in his neck bulged out as if they were going to pierce his skin, and his eyes grew wide as if they were going to pop out. Even though his expression was stained with pain, no sound came out, so Yongwoon calmly waited for Namgung Seoho’s suffering to end.

It was an extremely short time, not even half of the time, but it was enough for Namgung Seoho’s eyes, who had just finished his training, to fill with fear.

“Why on earth are you doing this!”

Namgung Seoho shouts loudly, forgetting even the sound of the phoneme.

“I am also a member of the Apostolic Union! If this continues-”

Oh, no.

Clicking his tongue hard, Yongwoon threw Namgung Seoho forward. Namgung Seoho, who was no different from being thrown, was startled, but soon realized that the acupuncture points on his body had been released in that short moment and performed a falling technique.

Unlike him who was relaxed, Yongwoon immediately turned his body in the air and stretched both hands forward.

Kwaaaaang!

An old fist that was swinging as if it would pierce the palm was blocked in the middle. It was Naksanjin, the Taesang family head of the Gangseo Nakga and the Baekho family head.

“Those fucking bitches poisoned two people…!”

“You must have overdone it.”

Yongwoon chuckled and pushed Naksanjin’s chest with his foot.

Yongun, who had made a full circle in the air, landed gently in front of Namgung Seoho, and Naksangjin also settled down about ten feet behind him.

“That’s why they’re called Sapa guys!”

Naksanjin spat as he spoke. The color of his saliva was extremely dark.

“It’s really disgusting to see you using poison!”

“They say that when you get old, your brain hardens, and you’re just like that.”

Yongwoon said with a smile.

“You came running here as if you were going to kill your junior who was so young.”

Yongwoon turned his head and looked at Namgung Seoho. When Namgung Seoho met Yongwoon’s eyes, the fear from just a moment ago came back to him and his body froze without him even showing any blood.

“There will be an amulet inside your bosom. If you are in danger, tear it up.”

When the one who had just finished the fight spoke with a smile, Namgung Seoho was momentarily dumbfounded, but Yongwoon did not look back at him again.

Yongwoon looked at Naksangjin again.

‘Did you do something as soon as you heard Namgung Seoho shout?’

The heavy breathing of the fallen man is irregular. But…

“Come to think of it, this is the first time since the Yongbongjihoe. How did it go? I think you threw a tantrum at me and got scolded by the prince. Didn’t the prince get even angrier?”

“…Shut your mouth.”

“What a miserable life. My son took my place, and soon my family fell apart. No one helped me, so I ended up selling my granddaughter to the prince far away-”

“I told you to shut up!”

Naksangjin, with a red face, jumped forward strongly. Bam! With one step, the ground caved in and Naksangjin arrived in front of Yongwoon in an instant.

The fist that was already extended contained a small typhoon. An enormous power that seemed to crush even the body into pieces along with the energy.

But it can be avoided. The energy is unstable, slow, and simple-minded, to the point of being vain. Yongwoon dodges the punch by spinning around with a swaying gesture, and a smile of satisfaction appears on Naksanjin’s lips.

Immediately, the typhoon contained in the fist that passed through the air next to Yongwoon exploded with a bang, pouring all its wind out onto Yongwoon.

At the same time, the weather once again locked Yongun’s body, and it seemed as if Yongun was being swept away by a typhoon.

“…”

Red magic energy was concentrated in Yongun’s hand. The moment Yongun’s hand pierced through the typhoon that was about to burst,

A huge force made up of pure magic completely engulfed the typhoon and destroyed it.

Hoo- The typhoon that should have caused an explosion as big as a house just became a strong wind that flapped the sleeves of the two men. But that was all. All that was left was Nak-sang-jin’s wrist caught in Yong-un’s hand.

“…!”

Naksanjin’s eyes grew wide, and Yongun spoke quietly.

“I must look like a retard. To write something like that as a joke.”

My breathing is irregular. What should I do? I can already see the red lines of the fallen leaves flowing without any obstruction.

“…bloke!”

A strong energy burst out from Naksanjin, whose complexion had changed, and Yongun took five steps back and began to confront him again.

Nak Sang-jin’s expression hardened. He realized it. The man in front of him was not the bloody lump he had seen at the Yongbongjihoe.

‘Damn… If it was going to be like this-‘

“Are you regretting drinking poison now?”

As Yongwoon mocked him, a crimson flame bloomed in his eyes.

“I just need to complete the medical plan now.”

With those words, Yongun’s formless energy completely covered Naksanjin.