Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 27



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Entering Hanam (2)

The man who held the sword to Yongwoon’s neck – he was wearing a dobok. It was a familiar dobok. It was a dobok that I had occasionally seen in Hubei, and it was a garment that no martial artist would not know.

A white dobok with a Taegeuk symbol on it.

Plum Blossom Sword cried out in surprise.

“Han Baek, my brother!”

“It’s been a while, Gyu-rin. I haven’t seen you since the last Yongbong branch meeting, so it’s been five years?”

A friendly greeting. It was a relaxed attitude that was hard to find in a man with a sword pointed at his neck.

The hard expression on Yongwoon’s face immediately loosened when he saw the plum blossom sword. He was a man with messy hair and a gentle expression.

“Ink Star Jang Han-baek.”

Yongwoon muttered like that.

I couldn’t react. The method was different. Softly, and quickly. I didn’t let my guard down at that moment when he was breathing life into me, but before I knew it, I had reached Jang Han-baek’s black dragon cloud.

Ogijowon. The greatest genius of Jamryongbang, said to appear only once every hundred years.

“Brother! Put your sword away!”

As the Mudangpa and Hwasanpa belong to the same sect, their history is also long. Their exchanges, which were the best talents of their respective sects, have continued since they were five years old.

“I see. You came to see me smiling when you told me you were coming, but do you know how surprised I was when you suddenly burst out with such a terrible murderous intent? Even a blood-sucking monster couldn’t unleash this level of murderous intent.”

Jang Han-baek grumbled lightly and put away his sword. He seemed to have a light personality that seemed insignificant compared to his nickname or status, but Yong-un could see the intense power in his eyes.

“So, who are you?”

Yongwoon stroked Jang Hanbaek’s neck as he nodded his head. He didn’t feel good.

“My name is Yongun. I am an unknown commoner from Guangxi.”

‘I can’t see any gaps.’

He was able to capture the Samhwachwijeong of the Eumhyeolgak. He was in a position where he couldn’t kill Yongun in the first place, and he also had the compatibility of martial arts.

I was able to catch him even though I suffered internal injuries that broke my bones and shook my blood. But Jang Han-baek… was different.

I couldn’t even react to the sword. Even right now, I didn’t feel like I could possibly defeat him. No, rather, just feeling his hostility and making eye contact made my back sweat.

Jang Han-baek snickered at the words “anonymous commoner.”

“If all the nameless scoundrels in this world were like you, this world would be like hell. How many people have you killed?”

“Brother! What is that-”

“Kyu-rin, didn’t you feel it too? I didn’t lie. Even the vampire monster, one of the twelve monsters, couldn’t exude this much murderous aura. Of all the martial arts heroes I’ve seen, he was the one who killed the most people. So what are you?”

Yongwoon tried to recall his memories. He couldn’t remember anything. So he answered.

“There was no sage among them.”

Jang Han-baek’s eyebrows twitched, but the others who had cut through the crowd opened their mouths before him.

“What is this commotion!”

There were several warriors with large Jeong (正) characters engraved on their clothes. They were surprised twice: once by Hwangbo Jinheon, who had passed out and was urinating while foaming at the mouth, and once by Jang Hanbaek and the presence of Maehwa Geombong.

Jang Han-baek and Mae-hwa-geom-bong immediately took the prize. Jang Han-baek’s prize was a bit dry, but the warriors of Jeong Pa-maeng also moved in the same way.

The inspector standing at the front of the warriors asked.

“Can I ask what’s going on?”

The first and second floors of Jamryongbang are in the same position. They are the direct disciples of the Hwasanpa and Mudangpa. Even the Jeongpamaeng who usually walks around Hanam with his head held high had no choice but to treat them respectfully.

The head of the Hwangbo family. Even that position was nothing compared to that of a shaman or a volcano.

Jang Han-baek shrugged his shoulders.

“I also don’t know anything because I just saw the commotion.”

Geombong glanced at Hwangbo Jinheon and briefly summarized the situation.

“When Jinheon Sohyeop heard that I had arrived, he tried to be friendly with me, but for some reason, he suddenly fainted.”

There was a slight stir in the crowd. The summary of the sword had erased the great and terrible murderous intent that was the central theme of the story.

But… if you think about it, it was also for Hwangbo Jinheon. What kind of a warrior would want to have an anecdote about passing out while urinating just to survive? Of course, rumors would spread, but it would also be difficult to say it directly.

Moreover, Yongun did not harm Hwangbo Jinheon directly, and Geombong did not have any feelings for Hwangbo Jinheon.

What will happen from now on is the silver coin that Hwangbo Se-ga and Yong-un will deal with. The soldiers of Jeongpa-maeng hesitated for a moment while watching the crowd’s commotion, but soon they nodded.

“Okay. Listen, send a message to Hwangbo Se-ga. The owner of Soga suddenly… fainted. If it was a chronic illness, they would know about it.”

There will be no further investigation. A detailed explanation will come soon anyway, but Hwangbo Jinheon ‘and others’ could not be questioned about Geombong and Mukseong because they fainted.

Soon they dispersed the crowd. The words of the Jeongpa Alliance warriors in Hanam were absolute. Jang Hanbaek stretched his body indifferently. Yongwoon did not miss the blatant gaze directed at him.

“Does Mr. Geombong Sohyeop plan to attend this Yongbong branch meeting?”

The swordsman nodded. A smile appeared on Musa’s face.

“Then come with us. We’ll prepare a room for you.”

After hearing Musa’s words, Geombong looked at Yongun. Yongun was looking at the distant mountains as if he had nothing to do with it.

“Let’s go together.”

Yongwoon nodded. The warriors of the Jeongpa Alliance glanced at him, but none of them recognized him.

That’s how they moved. Hwangbo Jinheon came to his senses a little later, in the guest house where the other later incumbents, who could not bear to leave him alone, had taken him.

**

The Jeongpa Alliance, which succeeded the Pama Alliance, is located in Hanam. Mudang and Shaolin. Since they are the core and heart of the Jeongpa, they decided to put down their roots in either Hubei or Hanam, but at that time, Mudang was in Bongmun due to the decisive battle with Cheonma, so Hanam was chosen.

The first leader was Geomjon Dokgo Jinhan. He was the leader of the Parma Alliance, but died in the final battle with Cheonma. The second leader was Daegwangmyeongseung Heo Woon.

Heo-un did not die. Instead, he lost both arms. However, the honor of defeating the Heavenly Demon and exterminating the Demonic Cult, as well as his position as the leader of the Shaolin clan, were enough to make him the leader.

And now, the one who is leading the third generation is the Sword Immortal Hyeonhwajinin.

After ten years of sealing after the Cheon-gwang Great Rebellion, the head of the Wudang faction had changed.

The decisive battle between Hyeonhwajinin and Cheonma was not known. However, Hyeonhwajinin felt responsible for Bongmun and stepped down from his position, and at Heoun’s earnest request, he accepted the position of the leader of the Jeongpa faction.

“I do not participate in the Yongbong branch.”

Jang Han-baek, who was walking leisurely with his arms crossed at the back of his head, suddenly spoke. He was still staring at Yong-un as he walked, and he still had not let his guard down.

“I won last time, so why would I participate again? If I do that, other people will just look at me with resentment.”

“Then the reason I came to Hanam is…”

“Yes, that’s why you know it too. It’s just annoying and irritating…”

Yongwoon didn’t know what the rumor was. But it was obvious that even if he asked Jang Hanbaek, he wouldn’t get an answer.

The story of Seon-gol was roughly told to Jang Han-baek by Geom-bong through Jeon-eum. A man with the medical skills to treat Seon-gol.

What can I say? Jang Han-baek didn’t change his attitude. How can a writer who is a member of the National Assembly blow his life away like that?

The borderline became more intense. Geombong was so upset about this that he didn’t know what to do.

But… if you think about it, it was natural. Yongwoon’s killing intent. Even now, it wasn’t easy for Geombong to face Yongwoon.

Yongwoon, who I had been moving with for almost a month, was a mysterious man who was honest and affectionate. How could such a murderous spirit come from such a man?

Geombong shook his head. Cheongunjinin also had the nickname “Hyeol” (blood). She decided to believe in the Yongun she had seen so far.

[What’s the rumor?]

Yongwoon asked Geombong. Geombong was a little startled, but thought for a moment before answering him.

[Originally, the Yongbongjihoe is a convention of the Jeongpa. It doesn’t prevent the Sapa, Jeongsajigan, or other gray factions from participating, but it’s mainly the Jeongpas who come.]

[What, you said you were participating in Sapa too?]

[It’s not Sapa. It’s the Emperor.]

Yongwoon raised one eyebrow.

[The royal family suddenly expressed their intention to participate.]

The distribution of power changes with the times. The power struggle between the martial arts world and the government has changed each time, but the basic outline has not changed.

Inviolable official duties.

The Emperor’s land is vast. And the Sega and the Sects… they become kings themselves in places where the Emperor cannot reach.

In the present age, the imperial family has been powerless. When the Demonic Cult appeared, when the Righteous Sect formed the Alliance, when the Evil Sect formed the Apostolic Alliance, they… did nothing.

But then, all of a sudden, they came to the Yongbong branch.

‘What’s going on?’

That is why Jang Han-baek, who was training at Mudeungsan, came to Hanam. He was the best follower of the Jeongpa, the first in Jamryongbang.

It was a show-off and a restraint.

“You’re here!”

The gatekeepers are tying the knot. The gatekeepers of the Jeongpa Alliance were all solid warriors who had achieved external prowess. Their prayers were in order, and their eyes were filled with clear energy. This was true even though they were not Taoist warriors.

The gate of the Jeongpa Alliance was indeed loud and magnificent. It was like a huge fortress. Suddenly, Yongwoon understood why the royal family was displeased with such activity.

Although it was not a castle in Hanam Province, the walls of Jeongpamyeong were over 500 jang thick, and its size was similar to that of the Forbidden City.

It was a gate as large as the castle itself.

There was a huge crowd in front of the gate of the Zhengpa League. The crowd could be divided into two groups: three rows on one side of the gate, and ordinary visitors on the other.

“Get in line one by one! Those who cause a commotion will not be able to participate in the Yongbongjihoe!”

“Hey you! Don’t be a jerk! What are you doing right in front of the Jeongpa Alliance!”

All those standing in line were unmanned. I could tell just by looking at them. They were people who had come to participate in the Yongbong branch meeting. They had come to make their names known.

Their gaze turned directly to Yongwoon and his party. Even if it wasn’t them, everyone was looking at them.

The two Taoist priests who personally guided the way. No, even if it wasn’t Jeong Pa-maeng, there was no one in Hanam who didn’t know the faces of Geom Bong and Muk Seong.

I couldn’t help but look at Yongwoon. The gazes were filled with doubt. Yongwoon ignored them indifferently.

Yongwoon did not stand in line. Geombong said that there was a separate application window for children of prestigious families and later disciples of well-known sects.

Yongwoon wasn’t one of those two, but Geombong could do that much.

“Please tell me your name, nickname, and sect you belong to.”

A separate window inside the Jeongpa-myeong. Usually, they don’t ask about such details. But the man sitting in front of me had a completely unfamiliar face.

Yongwoon thought for a moment. Toui. It wasn’t a bad nickname, but he didn’t like the word “doctor.”

“My name is Yongun, I don’t have a nickname or any sect affiliation.”

Yongwoon had good eyesight. He could see the woman sitting at the window’s window’s eyes getting colder. But that didn’t mean she ignored Yongwoon. Behind him, Geombong, Jang Hanbaek, and Jeongpa’s most famous later index were waiting for this man.

“What kind of guy is he?”

I heard Gyu-rin’s story. I also heard the small talk between Gyu-rin and the guy. The conversations they had while introducing various places in Jeongpa-maeng. In the midst of all this, Gyu-rin called him Yong-un, and the guy called Gyu-rin Gyu-rin.

Originally, Jang Han-baek was not interested in other people. The only people he was interested in were his connections that he had seen before and the masters who touched his heart.

He is a foreigner. But for some reason, my gaze kept turning to him.

It wasn’t just because I was alive. Something, something…

“Are you interested in that guy too?”

What he sensed before he heard the words was a serious stench. Jang Hanbaek reflexively frowned.

The distance was not wide. The swordsman was also like that.

This… extremely strong and peculiar stench was so strong that it was memorable. It meant that someone knew it.

An old man who puts one arm on Jang Han-baek’s shoulder and picks his nose.

The clothes were full of holes as if rats had eaten them, and the fingernails were completely black with dirt.

The white uniform that Jang Han-baek was wearing was stained. His face quickly became sad. He couldn’t shake the hand off. It wasn’t even possible in the first place.

So he had no choice but to greet her with a heavy heart. All he could do was block out his sense of smell. Even so, the stench pierced through him.

“Are you here…”

“Yes, I came. You came too, so there’s no way I wouldn’t come, right? It’s been a while, Gyu-rin.”

Yong-un’s eyes widened as he greeted the two as they emerged from the warehouse. Right next to Jang Han-baek… a beggar. An old man who could be called a beggar among beggars.

Yongdubangju, the master of openness. Punggae greeted him with dirty hands.

“Nice to meet you. You cured my brother, right?”