Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 168



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Episode 168. Heavenly Horse (3)

The meeting between Hyun-Jun and Cheon-Ma was static. There was no exchange of words, and even though the eyes of the two greatest men in the world met, there was no conflict.

Information was exchanged calmly between those meeting for the first time. Why was Cheonma here, what happened to that unpleasant being that had just been there?

The current knew right away that Cheonma was Cheonma. The current did not despise her or be wary of her.

“I see.”

Hyun-Jun nodded calmly.

“Is this really the Blood Heavenly Mana?… This child was created from your blood.”

“That’s right. For some reason, their thoughts kept flowing into me and I felt uncomfortable. Even without that, I felt uncomfortable. That’s why I came to kill you.”

“You said you couldn’t kill the Blood Demon?”

“Yes. Of course, I will kill him soon. It is hard to trace how he did it, but I can feel it. Did you just say that monster was your disciple?”

“Yes. He was a disciple… even though he was a man. He removed the genitals and dispersed the yang energy, and it seems he put your blood in him. Thanks to that, he went crazy and became something out of the ordinary.”

“It’s unpleasant and annoying. Did you say you killed the person who made it? I want to kill him again. Of course, it was inevitable in the order of things.”

When Cheonma smiled faintly at Yongun, Hyunjon raised his eyebrows.

“You were friends? I’m sure you told Ma-ui about the Cheonma Shingong.”

“That’s not for me to say. Anyway, do as you wish. I won’t interfere with whether you destroy this place or destroy it.”

“Is that really true?”

“Cheonma Shingyo, before the people of Jungwon came here, this was originally the land of the new foreigners. They accepted them, but they also made them slaves and fed them. They never accepted them in the first place. It’s not my place to get involved.”

At some point, Yojae Jinma appeared behind Cheonma without saying a word. He was clearly wary of Hyeonjeon and Yongun, but he did not step forward.

“Well, that’s it. I guess we’ll see each other again.”

A brief greeting. As Yongwoon nodded in greeting, Cheonma disappeared.

“Then let’s go. Wouldn’t it be better to go into full-scale attack right away?”

Hyun-Jun did not ask about the relationship between Yong-Un and Cheon-Ma.

“Aren’t you going to face the Heavenly Horse?”

“How can I do this with these shoulders?”

Hyun-Jun showed me his shoulder. The shoulder that had been ambushed a little while ago when he was fighting the Gwangcheon Demon had a hole in it, and the eroded magic was rotting the blood vessels around it.

Only then did Yongwoon see the cold sweat and faint convulsions in Hyunjeon’s eyes.

“It’s fortunate that Cheonma doesn’t have a vicious personality. If a monster like that had attacked me, I would have died on the spot.”

Yongwoon immediately used his magic to remove the magic from Hyunjon’s shoulder. Sigh, Hyunjon sighed and shook his head.

“It’s confirmed that he has a bone disease. Since the Dark Heavenly Demon Lord is dead, there’s no need to come forward anymore.”

Yongwoon skillfully treated Hyunjon’s shoulder. If it had been another unmanned person other than Hyunjon, and if Yongwoon had not been right next to him, the wound would have resulted in the immediate amputation of the arm.

“There will be scars.”

“That’s better. I’ll have to remember it forever…”

The current treatment didn’t take long. This was the enemy’s territory. I knew why the Demonic Cult masters weren’t coming, but there was no need to stay any longer while injured.

“You go first.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to go together?”

“There is still a favor left in the Demonic Cult.”

This time, Hyun-Jun didn’t bother asking.

“Then I’ll see you later. I’ll tell you to launch an all-out attack on Meng right away. When you see Yakshabul, tell him exactly what Cheonma said.”

“Can I tell you something about my disciple?”

“Who am I to become? Isn’t that also a burden I must bear?”

As Yongwoon nodded, Hyunjon disappeared. Even though Hyunjon was injured and had been struggling greatly, he would have escaped Daemabongcheonbojin safely.

Yongwoon turned his head. It wasn’t a lie that he had some favor, but it wasn’t the Demonic Cult. Yongwoon continued to move along the invisible energy that had been flowing in the sky since a while ago.

**

Long ago, Kwon-Jun told Ma-Yi that Sima Qian had a unique signal system for masters, and it was through the formless qi.

There was no way that Ma-ui, who was a master of signaling through thoughts, would know, but Kwon-jon proudly and forcibly made Ma-ui memorize the picture of the signal.

Did you say that this could also be a stepping stone toward the Three Great Views of Heaven? At the time, it was something I hated, but it soon became a memory, and now it is helpful.

There was a village in the Demonic Cult. There were no people in the village created between the dark, dark sky and the twisted trees. Yongwoon could not tell where the people of the deserted and gloomy village had gone.

But in that town, in a particularly shabby warehouse, there was a familiar man.

“viceroy.”

The elder of the Apostolic Order that he knew back then no longer exists. What Yongwoon sees now is an old, dying warrior.

The wound was even more serious than the one before. The hole in his chest was horrible, and his entire body was horribly corrupted by the evil spirits and demonic energy that continued to corrode him.

The color of his blood vessels was dark and his skin all over his body was discolored black, so he looked like a corpse.

There was more than one wound. His right eye and left leg were gone, and the holes and black scorch marks all over his body showed what kind of martial arts he had been hit with.

It was a Buddhist service.

In any case, if it weren’t for the unity of heaven and man, I would have died long ago.

“It’s been…a long time.”

“I am a demon.”

He spoke straight away. The king’s eyes widened for a moment, but he was only momentarily shaken. Instead, he just laughed heartily as if he was relieved.

“I sent a signal just in case, but I was really, really surprised when you came. Yeah, yeah, so you were… the devil…”

“If it’s this desperate, I guess I should let you know. But.”

Yongwoon expressionlessly knelt down and touched his father’s wrist, which was stuck in the corner.

“I can’t save you. This is beyond my capabilities-”

“Heh, heh, heh. You didn’t call me because of me. You wanted to die, so now I’m heading to rest. But, but it’s not because of me.”

The king tried hard to lift the huge tent right next to him. Yongwoon’s eyes widened.

I had no idea. There was a girl crouching, holding her head, trembling. Her hair was red as if it had been dyed, and her pale white skin, however, continued to flow with magic and blood.

“This is…”

“My granddaughter, Serin. Didn’t I tell you before that my daughter was getting married? You, you couldn’t come. My daughter died… She was the child I raised. You, no, this Gangho… call her Blood Heavenly Horse.”

Even at first glance, the woman was not normal. Her pupils continued to shake, and an uncontrollable energy continued to flow from her body, distorting the space around her.

His shoulders were covered with wounds he had scratched himself, and his eyes looking at Yongwoon were filled with fear.

“What the heck…”

“The Dark Heavenly Demon Lord used this child like a puppet. It is clear, clear that the spell became unstable when the host who controlled his body and mind died. Please, please, I beg you.”

Chin, the king grabbed Yongwoon’s wrist with his bloody hand. His eyes, which were almost dead, looked at Yongwoon with desperation.

“Please cure me. No, save me. Please, please, this is my plea with all my heart. This tent is a tent filled with the magic of the outside world. It blocks all energy and prevents tracking. It is definitely effective, considering that neither the Heavenly Horse nor the Yaksha Buddha could catch me. You, you can take me to the Jeongpa Alliance without any problems.”

Yongwoon was momentarily speechless. Can you cure it? Yongwoon was a layman when it came to sorcery. Since the Mengjiandan was involved, it was clear that there was a medical field involved, but the main subject was clearly sorcery.

The king, convulsing, took out a book from his bosom.

“This is a book that contains all of the magic. Behind it, all the changes, all the patterns, and all the things that have happened so far are recorded in detail. Please, please please-”

“Okay, I’ll do my best.”

While receiving the book from his father, Yongun met his father’s eyes and said:

Only then did the trembling shoulders of the tyrant, known as the King of Wansalbugoe, calm down and his eyes stop trembling.

Chin. The body of the king, leaning back against the warehouse, slowly sank.

“Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much…”

“If you have something to say to Kwon-Jun, please tell him.”

“Tell him I’m sorry. I’m really sorry and thankful to you…”

The king’s eyes slowly closed. The blood demon, who had been crouching in the tent, trembling, finally looked at his grandfather.

Ooh, oh- oh, grandpa-

With muttering words, the Blood Heavenly Horse grabbed the King.

The last of his blurry eyes looked at his granddaughter.

“Seorin…”

Tears welled up in Serin’s eyes. Her father lifted his hand with difficulty and hugged her.

I’m sorry. Her lips moved like that, but her voice did not come out. Serin hugged her grandfather tightly and cried, and her father looked at Yongwoon for the last time.

“Don’t worry.”

Only then did the king’s eyes close.

**

[Are you my brother’s close friend?]

The magician wiped the blood that had burst from the corpse’s swollen abdomen and stared blankly at the man next to him. The man with a cheerful expression and a bloody axe in his hand laughed heartily and gave the magician a prize.

[My name is Wang Cho, the Axe King, and I came here because I fell in love with you, my brother. Blood Wind, isn’t that a really cool nickname?]

[…The father is not bad either.]

[Haha! Really? We have something in common! I’ll come back here tonight with some drinks! It smells a little fishy, ​​but… well, I’m used to drinking in bloody places, so it’s okay!]

First meeting. Staying at Paecheondan, there were big and small things happening after that. There was no grudge that was worth living for…

“Did you call?”

It was a good reason to save his granddaughter.

Seongmuha came to Yongun’s residence with a nervous expression. He seemed to have grown and become more mature than the last time he was seen.

Seongmuha looked at his teacher with a stiff posture. His teacher was reading a shabby book, and he was not alone.

There was a mysterious boy with blurry eyes and a look of emptiness, and the scary witch standing next to him.

Also, behind the dragon cloud, there was a gray tent of unknown origin hiding something, and it seemed to have an ominous and foul smell.

Yongwoon looked up from his book and met Seongmuha’s eyes. Seongmuha’s body filled with energy.

“You’ve become more mature. I heard you’re doing quite well in the medical community.”

“Yes, yes! No, no!”

Seongmu, who was waving his hand like that, didn’t hide his proud expression. Yongwoon smirked. What he said wasn’t a lie.

While the Jeongma War was in full swing, Seongmu used the magic of magic to save many people’s lives. Since Yongwoon had already revealed his ‘unique nature’, Jeongpa-maeng also secretly used him to catch spies.

Not only was he recognized as someone who had been ostracized by the ruling party, but there was almost no one in the political alliance who didn’t know him.

Yongwoon was well aware that Seongmuha was called by the nickname of Ui-ryong (醫龍).

“So, why did you call me?”

Seongmuha rolled his eyes and said. It wouldn’t be for the sake of sharing Haehu, or teaching… Also, he really wanted that, but it wouldn’t be that either. Then there wouldn’t be the Poison Witch or that boy who doesn’t know who he is.

Yongwoon sighed and grabbed his forehead. It was fun to learn new knowledge, but it wasn’t fun when someone’s life was at stake, and when it was the will and request of a dead friend.

“I called you because I thought I might need your help.”

Seongmuha’s heart swelled. My master needs me – what could be more pleasant to hear than that?

Yongwoon silently put away the tent, and Seongmuha’s once swollen heart sank.

The moment was captivating by its beauty, but there was no one in Jeongpa-myeong who did not know that face. Because Yongmo-pa-jik, made using even rare pigments, was popular.

“Blood…Cheonma?”

A mutter of disbelief. Yongwoon said calmly.

“This is the patient we need to treat.”