Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 138



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138. Namgung Seoho (11)

Confidence. For the warriors of the Three Realms of Heaven, who had a firmer sense of self than anyone else, confidence was as important as life itself.

The fact that I can firmly convey my will to Heaven means that if that will wavers, it will have even greater effects on reality.

In that sense, Naksanjin was already a person with enough evil in his mind.

Although he said that he had to preserve his bloodline, it was a humiliating succession from the start when he took over as the head of the Nakga family from his son.

The difference between the two rich men was so overwhelming. As a Segain who could even use a knife on his own blood relatives, Nak Sang Jin could only force himself to smile.

After that, the fall of the Nakga family, the place where Naksanjin clung, abandoning all pride and honor, was the imperial family, which was looked down upon by the martial arts world and the martial arts world.

Even in that imperial palace, the Falling Heavenly Wind was defeated. The Falling Heavenly Wind and his dreams were dashed by the one called Changjon.

At that moment, Naksanjin saw the expressionless Changjon, and the laughter of a celestial being sitting on the throne looking down at him.

Since then, the humiliation to Hyun-Jun and the ‘confidence’ of Nak-Sang-Jin that has continued up to now have already been cracked.

The one who struck the final blow was, of course, Yongwoon.

Naksanjin no longer had confidence in his own strength or martial arts.

Bam! Naksangjin fell down spitting blood. The shaking and cracked confidence could not withstand the qigong that Cheoninhapil had put all his heart and soul into.

As it contained great power, more caution had to be taken, and the backlash when control was lost was bound to be severe.

“Baek, Baekho Dangju!”

Everyone was dumbfounded. Why did Naksanjin, who had been creating a huge typhoon that could swallow up the heavens and the earth, suddenly collapse and vomit blood?

Namgung Hyuk’s eyes widened. From the body of Nak Sang Jin, who was falling with blood spraying from his mouth, a black aura flowed out.

“Magic!”

There is a reason why the condition, in which the body’s energy and blood run wild due to being possessed by a demon or suffering from serious internal injuries, is called ‘epiphany’.

Among those who entered the state of possession by the mind, three-tenths of them formed demonic energy even though they had not learned demonic techniques.

The blue sphere that was released from Naksanjin’s powerless hands began to run wild. However, the sphere vibrated aimlessly in the air, emitting its power, so Yongwoon turned his back on the sphere without saying a word.

“shit…!”

Namgung Hyuk, who had no choice but to give up all pursuit, jumped high into the air and caught Nak Sang Jin’s body as it fell.

Honestly, I don’t have any good memories of Naksangjin.

But now, it was better to put a life jacket on Naksangjin, and more than anything, he needed a shield to take responsibility for all these failures.

Namgung Hyuk gritted his teeth as he watched Yongwoon slowly walk away from him in the air. However, he could not say anything.

In retrospect, they should be thankful that the author didn’t just wipe them out.

Under the swirling storm, Namgung Hyuk shouted to the Hwangryongmun warriors below him.

“Retreat!”

**

Yongwoon, who felt Namgung Hyuk’s energy disappearing in the distance, withdrew his Sounsaenggong. The moment the true energy that had filled his body disappeared back into his heart, the pain and fatigue that he had ignored before surged through Yongwoon’s mind.

Yongwoon, who had momentarily lost his balance and staggered, gritted his teeth and swallowed the medicine he had kept in his bosom.

‘There are twenty damaged blood vessels, not to mention the meridians… The bones and muscles are even worse.’

Yongwoon briefly closed his eyes, his focus momentarily blurred by fatigue, then took out one of the talismans and tore it apart.

“Come out.”

A formless wave from the torn talisman spread around Yongun, and when it reached a tree in his path, its surface rippled.

What emerged from the blurred afterimage was Namgung Seoho. The last remaining member of the Namgung clan, sitting under a tree and holding onto a wooden box that had already served its purpose.

Namgung Seo-ho looked at him with a nervous expression. He looked at Yong-un with eyes that showed disbelief.

“…Are you okay?”

“Do you look okay?”

Namgung Seoho kept his mouth shut. Compared to Yongwoon, who was covered in blood and in his martial arts uniform, and whose body had no visible wounds, he, who had done nothing, was relatively… fine.

A little embarrassed. But Namgung Seoho didn’t just feel embarrassed.

‘Still.’

Namgung Seoho broke out in a cold sweat.

‘Still, I can’t see how I can win…’

The person who was visible through the torn skin was expressionlessly licking himself. Namgung Seoho felt a sense of awe and fear at the sight of that monstrous sight.

“You can go now. There probably won’t be any pursuers.”

Yongwoon took the lead with a disheveled prayer. Even his walking posture was unstable, and he occasionally stumbled, but Namgung Seoho still could not find any weakness in him.

‘How can you do that at such a young age?’

Namgung Seoho gritted his teeth. Yeomcheonseong Yongun – he couldn’t have been unaware of the rumors about him. The young man who pushed out Mukseong Jang Hanbaek and became the new face of the party. Namgung Seoho had also entered the Jamryongmun a few years ago, but he had not been able to ascend to Cheonyubang. It was just that – he had been pushed out according to the rules because he was old.

How could they be so different? He himself- He was furious the moment he saw the falling jin, but both reason and instinct that came in soon told him to run away. That’s why he ran away.

Yongwoon rushed forward. He confronted Naksangjin. Even Namgung Seoho knew. It was only because Yongwoon gained some enlightenment during the fierce battle that he fought so hard, but at first, Yongwoon could never defeat Naksangjin.

The result was – the one who ran away was helplessly caught by Naksanjin before he could get very far. What was even more desperate was that when Namgung Seoho saw the giant storm, Naksanjin’s Nakcheonsinpung, created by Naksanjin, his legs gave out in fear.

To the enemy who slaughtered my family.

But this man.

“I have a question.”

Yongwoon, who was walking ahead, did not look back. He wrapped a bandage around the part where his bones were visible, and continued to take out strange elixirs from his bosom and swallow them. He did this while walking.

Namgung Seoho then asked him.

“Really… you were able to break the 10% of the power of the fallen angel?”

“I don’t know.”

Yongwoon’s immediate answer made Namgung Seoho look puzzled. Yongwoon couldn’t see it because he was right in front of him, but he soon answered him.

“There is no one in this world who knows the future. I might have been hit by that qi attack with ten percent of my power, or I might have won in the end and killed Naksanjin. That is the life and death situation. If Ogijowon has a secret weapon, he can kill Cheonyeongi Kyung.”

“So you gambled?”

“No. My confidence lay elsewhere.”

“Somewhere else?”

“I am confident that Naksanjin will not dare to take risks.”

Yongwoon said calmly.

“The certainty that he would fear the possibility of losing to his younger self more than I did.”

Namgung Seoho opened his mouth. He didn’t think he could win. He expected the enemy’s momentum to be broken.

‘Does that mean we’re waging an all-out war against Cheoninhapil?’

That’s ridiculous. But… in Gangho, the winner was Yongwoon, and the losers were Naksangjin and Namgung Seoho.

This is… the difference in the diagonal lines that came over.

Even Namgung Seoho could figure this out on his own. He clenched his fists and followed Yongwoon.

**

“Oh, you came.”

It had already been predicted that the process of bringing Namgung Seoho would not be smooth. Gwanghyeolgeomju and Yongwoon had put their heads together and made dozens of plans, and this cave was the first point of contact among the three points of contact that they would meet when the indestructible pursuit occurred.

Dang Hye and her party, who arrived before Yong Woon, welcomed Yong Woon and Namgung Seo Ho at the Sado Ryeon’s hiding place hidden in a cave.

“This is a terrible sight.”

Dang-hye clicked her tongue as she spoke, but Yong-un could sense relief in her expression. As he smiled, Dang-hye’s eyebrows narrowed even further.

“Are those two not hurt?”

“…that fucking kid.”

The one who uses the curse is the Absorbing Witch. The ones who fought against Changjon were definitely Dang Hye and Gwanghyeolgeomju, but out of the three, the one who looked the most miserable was the Absorbing Witch.

Unfortunately, she didn’t die. She wasn’t injured.

The light-blooded swordsman, whose sleeves were slightly torn, smiled cheerfully.

“Why would we get hurt? That wasn’t the place for us to fight for our lives.”

The words of the Kwanghyeolgeomju were right. When the heavens and the human beings become one, you become the head of a sect and at the same time, its face and greatest power.

Not only Gwanghyeolgeomju and Danghye, but also Changjon’s position in the Hwangryongmun was enormous. There was no reason for the three of them to fight for their lives.

Because Hwangryongmun and Sadoyeon haven’t had that kind of conflict ‘yet’.

“It seems like the creation side had the same idea. Of course, the Black Spear Ten-Two-Sik was truly amazing. Of course, they probably thought that guy Nak-ga would beat you.”

“Then did your Majesty think I would win?”

“no.”

Even as he watched Yongwoon’s eyes become thinner, the Gwanghyeolgeomju shrugged his shoulders.

“But I thought you would escape. When we went to Fujian with you, didn’t you imagine many situations? You were the one who kept in mind that the Demonic Cult would invade, so with that paranoid personality, I foolishly assumed you would escape.”

“…”

It wasn’t a wrong thing to say. Always have a plan to escape. It was a habit I had since I was a demon.

“But you’ve gotten stronger, haven’t you? Did you kill Naksanjin?”

The Gwanghyeolgeomju spoke with shining eyes. Yongwoon shook his head.

“I couldn’t kill him. I had Namgung’s Heavenly Mirror, and I didn’t know when Changjon would come.”

“You didn’t trust us? That’s disappointing.”

“That’s a lie… I’m sure he’s possessed by a demon.”

“Huh, really? That’s a feat. Your ranking in the Heavenly Breast will rise again.”

How big would the wavelength be? Even the Kwanghyeolgeomju couldn’t predict it.

The demon lord and the lord of the underworld are the same person. This is a big deal. Of course. The face of the lord of the underworld has mastered the art of magic. It’s fortunate that he’s not a pervert or a madman.

But something bigger happened. That Yeom Cheon-seong defeated Naksang-jin. It was a major incident that was enough to put all the previous controversies to rest.

Simply put, Gangho was a world of warriors who worshipped strength.

“I see you’ve completed the medical plan, right? What kind of ability is it? What’s the name? Is there something set? What will you do now-”

“stop.”

Dang Hye cut off Gwanghyeolgeomju’s words and blocked his path.

“Can’t you see this guy’s condition? And the guy called Muin is asking about the medical system?”

The Gwanghyeol Sword Master, who blinked for a moment at Dang-hye’s intrusion, nodded obediently.

“I see. I’m sorry. You’re showing off your ridiculous accomplishments. I’m getting excited, which is not typical of me.”

What is it that is not like me? Yongwoon knew better than anyone why he was given the nickname Gwanghyeol.

There was a look in Dang-hye’s eyes. A look that said, “Let’s talk quickly together.”

Is this really the woman who was worried about my health?

Yongwoon spoke last, even though he wanted to.

“That’s not the point. I found out one more thing.”

“what?”

“The Hwangryongmun. No… It seems that the imperial family has absorbed the legacy of the Blood Cult.”