Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 144



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144. The Battle of Jeongma (6)

The temporary headquarters of the Jeongpa Alliance, established in the center of Cheonghae. The headquarters established during the Pama Alliance era was reorganized, and today, the highest council was once again convened here, where all battlefield strategies are developed.

Originally, the highest meeting of the Jeongpa Alliance was held every day without fail, but today, unusually, it was held twice.

It was because of Yongun.

An attack on the Hwasanpa’s wounded convoy. That alone would have turned the Jeongpa Alliance upside down, but since the one who resolved it was Mahyeop Yongun, the expressions on the faces of those attending the meeting could not help but be ambiguous.

“It’s right to just let it in.”

The one who speaks is Plum Blossom Sword. He is the leader of the Hwasan faction who received help directly from Yongwoon.

“Even if he learned magic, the Poison Witch is with him, and he can be seen as a great swordsman who saved those of the Jeongpa. What reason is there to reject him?”

“That’s nonsense. All the people we kill are mines, so how can we accept mines into our headquarters? And they are disciples of the one who deceived us.”

“Didn’t you already know that he uses Kwonjon’s martial arts?”

“Even if he is not an ally, he is a benefactor.”

“Nonsense! Couldn’t this also be a deception?”

“A deceptive plan that involves throwing away three copies of the Heavenly Mirror? Are you an idiot?”

“What did you just say!”

In the noisy conference room, Hyun-Jun smiled faintly and Pung-Gae had his eyes tightly shut.

All the masters who participated in this Jeongma Grand Battle of the Jeongpa Alliance along with the heads of the Ten Jeongs were gathered in a meeting to discuss the pros and cons, and finally Geom-seon and Hyeon-hwa-jin-in spoke.

“I will listen.”

Everyone became quiet at the leader’s words.

“The only flaw he has is that he has mastered the art of magic. Yongwoon’s status is too great to be covered up by one flaw.”

“He is a mine!”

“At the same time, he only killed the Black Swordsmen of Gangseo with that magic. We who are here now are those who seek to establish justice. The Black Swordsmen who cause evil in Gangseo have always been a problem for us to deal with. Is there anyone who finds fault with him causing the destruction of Gangseo?”

Then the conference room became quiet. Poong-gae continued speaking, frowning vaguely.

“You also have to think about the symbol he carries. He was a hope for the ronin who didn’t belong to the prestigious sect. It’s a problem that he learned magic, and if there’s even talk that the sect rejects him… Where would they go? It would have to be the Hwangryongmun.”

They are inferior in terms of both legitimacy and practicality. Furthermore, since all the leaders of the political factions support Yong-un, the small group of people who opposed him had no choice but to keep quiet.

“More than anything else.”

The last one to speak was an elder from the Sacheondang family. He was the elder that the family had left behind for the Daejeon share.

“The Poison Witch declared that if the Dragon Prince does not go to the righteous faction, she will not come either.”

For a moment, everyone sitting in the meeting was taken aback.

“…The age difference between the Poison Witch and Yongwoon…isn’t it over twenty? Even that deceased lover-”

“I don’t think that’s anything to worry about.”

When the elder of the Tang family spoke fiercely, the leader of the Gunwoonghoe shut his mouth.

The unity of heaven and man, the unity of heaven and earth. An overwhelming practicality that can never be defeated no matter what the justification. It was enough for those who were uncomfortable to vote in favor.

“The news of Yong So-hyeop’s entry into the Jeongpa will spread far and wide. Spread the rumor through spies. The Jeongpa will accept surrender even if it is a mine. Except for the Ma Kwon-gak guys.”

The swordsman’s wink and the guardian deity, Seomjeon Kwaigeom, went out and met Yongun.

“Long time no see. Follow me.”

“I guess you’ve decided to accept it.”

Even though they had already met, the Guardian of the Law left Yongwoon’s room after saying only those words. The Guardian of the Law had already known that Yongwoon was the disciple of the Demon.

Also, since the guardian deity was the one who saved Yong-un’s life, it was natural that Yong-un would feel good about him.

“You’re hurt.”

Seomjeon Kwaigeom nodded at Yongwoon’s words. It was very easy for the masters to notice the change in their breathing and gait.

Seomjeon Kwai-geom lifted my uniform a little. My right side was stained black. In the middle of it was a terrible scar that seemed to have not yet healed.

“It’s a wound I got while fighting a life-or-death battle with the head of the Pure Demon Pavilion. I won because I took his left arm at the same time, but I will also not be able to participate in the battle for the time being.”

Contrary to his calm words, Yongwoon could sense the gravity of the situation just by looking at it. The head of the law, Seomjeon Kwaigeom. His light and nimble footwork was his specialty.

When they reached the conference room, Yongwoon stretched out his index finger and filled it with magic energy.

“what!”

Before Seomjeon Kwaigeom could even react, Yongun’s index finger pierced his wound with magic energy, causing Seomjeon Kwaigeom’s black scar to split open and black blood to drip from it.

“her.”

At the same time, the magical energy that was still in his body and tormenting him fell and rose into the air, and Seomjeon Kwaigeom watched the scene blankly.

Yongwoon shrugged.

“I tried to open the convoy’s wounds on the way here. It seems that this is how you can utilize magic.”

“As expected, he is the disciple of the devil…”

Although he did not learn magic when he was a magician, Yongwoon decided not to correct that fact.

Seomjeon Kwaigeom was inwardly amazed. He was amazed not by the medical technique that combined Yongun’s magic, but by the instantaneous stab wound he had made.

‘What speed…’

Is this really the young Confucius I saw at the Yongbongjihoe? Only then was Seom Jeon-kwae-geom able to believe the information that Yong-un had killed three Cheon-yeong-i-gyeongs.

Squeak-

As the large door of the Jeongpa-myeong opened, he saw numerous old people looking down at him. Some of them were close to middle age, but most of them were far from his age.

Among them, the only one who did not enter the Cheonyubang was the general.

And again, they were all familiar faces. From those I had seen when I was a demon to those I had seen as Yongwoon.

Yongwoon smiled a little to himself at the fact that he had already made so many connections despite only having lived as Yongwoon for a few years.

“It’s been a while.”

Geomseon smiled and greeted them. Yongun looked at their faces. Poonggae glared at Yongun with an extremely irritated expression, and Hyunjeon and Maehwawoogeom looked at him with shining eyes.

As usual, Yakshabul showed no reaction, and the others… many of them were awakened with curiosity as well as hostility.

“You look a little haggard. Are you okay?”

Dang-hye stood next to Yong-un. Several people flinched at her appearance with her arms crossed.

“it’s okay.”

“Yeomcheonseong Yongun, or should I call him Mahyeop?”

The one who came forward, making a fuss, was the White Army of the Heroes’ Association.

“What kind of shame do you have to come here?”

It was a discussion that had clearly ended, but it was brought up again, so for a moment Geomseon tried to frown, but Punggae sent a message to him.

[I’ve been suppressing my complaints, but it’s right to let them out here and now.]

Punggae sent out such a message and looked closely at Baekgun.

“Shame?”

Yongwoon chuckled.

“What on earth is the reason why I can’t come here?”

“You call that talking! You’re a magician who has mastered magic!”

“Did I commit an evil deed with that magic?”

“Learning magic itself is an evil act!”

“Is that so? The leader of the Gunwoonghoe is truly an innocent person. Did he obtain that position cleanly?”

Baekgun’s eyes widened at Yongwoon’s words. The Association of Heroes. A political party formed by five sworn brothers who shared the same purpose and joined forces.

However, after the death of the leader of the five warlords, only the weakest Baekgun survived, and the rumors about him still circulating in the martial arts world are still famous.

“You dare! What is a little girl carrying a poisonous witch on her back saying!”

Baekgun, Cheon Yu-bang, 27th place, Cheon Yeong-i-gyeong. He took out his invisible weapon and showed his spirit to Yong-un, but Yong-un did not move an inch.

“What are you kidding me about?”

Only then did some of the Cheonyeong Gyeong masters notice Yongun’s reaction.

Aesong, who bewitched the Poison Witch and used her to exert power.

When they learned about the companionship of the Poisonous Witch and Yongwoon, and when they heard about the defeat of the three Cheonyeong Gyeongs, or Naksanjin, they thought so.

That was because the gap between the unity of heaven and man and the heavenly spirits was so wide.

But now, Yongwoon was not at all intimidated by Baekgun’s invisible energy, and instead shook it off so easily that some people were able to realize that the rumors about Yongwoon were not false.

Baekgun was startled when he saw his formless gi instantly disintegrate into Yongun’s formless gi.

“Carry me on your back?”

The one who opened his mouth with a murderous tone was the poisonous witch Dang-hye. When she glared at him, Baek-gun trembled once more and was about to open his mouth in a hurry.

“That, that-”

“Learning magic means acquiring magical energy.”

Yakshabul spoke, interrupting Baekgun’s words. Everyone’s eyes were focused on him, based on his status in the Jeongpa Alliance.

“To possess magic means to give up being human.”

When Yakshabul opened his eyes, he was surrounded by a strange energy that looked like fire.

“Yongun, you have not even been a member for two years, but your murderous spirit has already surpassed that of the evil Daemadu. And you have even come to harbor demonic energy within you. Even if you are a sage now, can you not become corrupt in the future?”

At Yakshabul’s words, Yongun silently spread both of his hands toward the sky.

Hwaruk – Flames rose from his two hands, but their natures were in conflict. The flame containing the Buddha’s energy was in his left hand, and the flame made of pure magic was in his right hand.

Some people’s mouths fell open at the strange sight.

“Whether it be Salgi, Magic, or any other martial arts, they are all just my tools. The tools I use cannot define me or control me. And the same goes for the affiliations created by humans.”

Yongwoon spoke calmly. He looked at Baekgun and said.

“The reason I came here is not to join a sect. There are people within the Demonic Cult that I need to take revenge on, and I came to receive help and to give help.”

Baekgun could no longer say such words as “you-”.

“If you become a villain, we Shaolin will be the first to step forward.”

With those words, Yakshabul closed his mouth. His wrinkled face, still expressionless, only looked somewhat relieved.

“Please stop. The treatment of Yong So-hyeop has already been decided, so I think we will call today’s meeting to a close. Yong So-hyeop, I understand that you have something to tell me, is that correct?”

“you’re right.”

“Okay, then you stay. I have something to tell you too.”

At the end of the swordsmanship, everyone got up from the conference room and passed behind Yongwoon.

[Thank you.]

It was the sound of the plum blossom sword.

[It is truly a huge debt that I can never repay. You are the one who saved our sect.]

[thank you.]

[I should be the one thanking you. Our volcano will help you. And also… well, let’s talk about that later.]

Maehwawoogeom, who had been watching Dang-hye for a moment, smiled faintly at Yong-un and then disappeared.

[That damn bastard.]

The next sound was Punggae’s.

[Damn it. Demon Lord? Demon Lord?]

[That’s what happened.]

[You’re finally using formal language now! Th, th, th, damn it! Just wait!]

Punggae passed by, grumbling, and Hyunjon followed him. Hyunjon only smiled and didn’t send a message to him, but it looked like he would come with Punggae.

“Well, everyone is gone.”

The swordsman who had been sitting above me was right in front of Yongwoon at some point. He smiled, reached out to Yongwoon, and spoke again.

“How does it feel to live a second life?”