Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 32



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Yongbong branch

The combination of Plum Blossom Sword, Dokgo Guwol, and Yongun was awkward, but not so awkward that it was suffocating.

Dokguguwol and Maehwageombong were promising latecomers of the Jeongpa, so they had some kind of connection, and the two were not completely closed off.

[Poor guy.]

Dokgo Guwol got up first and headed to her guest room. As Geombong and Yongun were taking a short walk, she said this to Yongun.

[My father passed away before I was five, and his lofty interpretation of Dokgo Gugeom was so difficult to understand. My teacher said that no one was as proficient in Dokgo Gugeom as Dokgo Jinhan.]

Certainly, Dokgo Guwol is not an ordinary person. His talent is real. It’s just that he didn’t have a father to properly guide him, and the shadow of his dead father was too dark.

[Now, Dokgo Guwol’s uncle is the head of the Dokgo Se family. He wasn’t pushed out of the position of the head of the household, but Dokgo Gyeonghan also had a son, so he must have been under a lot of control.]

Dokgo Guwol’s mother died immediately after giving birth to him. Dokgo Gyeonghan, the current head of the Dokgo family, was not a person like Cheolsun Cheok.

“I get the gist of it.”

I knew it as soon as I met him. I had built up a little bit of respect for him, but that was it. If he wanted something in return, I would gladly help him… but I couldn’t reach out first. Yongwoon was very busy.

“Do you want to help?”

[If it is within the scope of what is possible, and if the Cheonjageom Sohyeop wishes.]

Plum Blossom Sword was a little naive, but she wasn’t stupid. She didn’t know how cruel Sega could be, and how obsessed he was with his position as the head of the household. And her own position, too.

Time continued to flow. Geombong occasionally came to see Yongun, and Yongun did not avoid her. The existence of rumors had no legs. What more so if it was Geombong, who was called Ohwa.

“Why are you coming again?”

“Gyu-rin is possessed by an evil spirit and keeps moving. As her older brother, can’t I just watch that?”

“Brother.”

It was Muk-seong who still looked at Yong-un with an irritated expression. When Geom-bong came, he would sometimes come to Yong-un and ask for help, but it was difficult because he not only attracted attention but also made Yong-un hostile.

“What are you learning from Master Punggae? You seem too clean to be a beggar.”

“You don’t know.”

“That son of a bitch.”

His words and actions were not like those of a Taoist priest, and his attitude was rough. However, Yongwoon was secretly satisfied with his visit.

To do work.

Jeong-i caught up with Shin, and adjusted her martial arts skills through her battle with Pung-gae. The ones who connected Gwi-ryeong-bo and Up-hwa-su were Ma-ui’s Geum-na-su, Jeom-hyeol, and An-beop.

The secret of Dokgo Gugeom is destruction. It was the same for the magic. There is no set method. It moves according to the opponent. That was Yongwoon’s own martial arts method.

The odds of winning are slim. That was Yongwoon’s own conclusion, and it was a number that would become meaningless when he actually mixed his hands.

However, the huge wall that had been completely invisible was now beginning to show its end. Although it was still insurmountable, I was satisfied just knowing that I had reached the end.

Because it means that martial arts is growing.

“What a weirdo.”

Jang Han-baek continued to mutter occasionally, but in the end, it only focused the others’ attention on Yong-un.

But even without Mukseong and Geombong, there would have been no one who did not recognize Yongun.

Yongbongjihoe is a stage for making one’s name known. Even if they are not from a famous family known from the beginning, all those who have mastered martial arts participated in Yongbongjihoe to make their name known.

But no one could touch even a single hair on Yongwoon’s head. Just a second. Some fainted at the gesture that contained no martial arts, and others surrendered with their joints bent in the blink of an eye.

“Ghost Prince, how are you?”

Dokgo Guwol came to visit, muttering. He had moved to the guest house where Yongwoon was staying and was bothering him every day.

Gwisugongja was Yongun’s nickname that was slowly spreading. Gwisugongja was a nickname that was created from a mixture of his ghost-like hand movements and the jealousy that arose from his relationship with Geombong.

It was a strange nickname. It had the character ‘ghost’ attached to it even though it hadn’t shown the ghost report yet.

“What a shame. If I had seen you before the preliminaries started, I would have bet on you without a doubt.”

“You can just walk on the main line.”

“Huh! You’ll lose if you meet me?”

Even as he said that, Dokgo Guwol’s eyes were calmly assessing the odds of victory.

I will buy it.

It was crazy. The advantage turned into disadvantage. The time that passed was not even a month.

That conclusion stirred up a certain emotion within Dokgo Guwol. It was a sense of triumph.

‘…That’s not right.’

No, is that okay? It wasn’t in front of Yongwoon that Dokgo Guwol should have fallen. But… as a warrior who had swung a sword his entire life, it was inevitable that he would feel such feelings.

“Are you no longer receiving teachings from Master Punggae?”

“Yes. He said he did everything he could.”

“I can confidently say that you are the only person who would call Mr. Punggae so lightly.”

“It can’t be helped because it’s my nature.”

Yong-un was the one who called Kwon-jon a senile old man. The arrogance that had been solidified since the days of Ma-ui was not fixed even after he became Yong-un.

“Well, okay, let’s go watch the opening ceremony of the Yongbong branch. Isn’t it the first day of the main event?”

Yongwoon nodded. The preliminaries were over. Twenty-five people, including Yongwoon, had made it to the main event. Now, the real Yongbongjihoe would begin with the thirty-five people who had already advanced to the main event.

“It’s strange.”

Dokgo Guwol said so.

“A total of sixty people. Four more people need to be selected, but there’s no such thing.”

Yongwoon didn’t really answer that question. It was because of what Geombong had said.

The opening ceremony begins. The preliminary round was meant to be just an introduction.

The training ground. The place where the nine unarmed groups gathered was filled with people. There were also many people during the preliminaries, but not as many as now. It was full, almost saturated.

Even though there was a great chaos, it was a time when the righteous faction was dominant. The top faction in Jamryongbang was the righteous faction, and although the Sadoyeon had authority, it was losing its honor due to the joining of the Black Path.

The later indices of such a political faction. If only ten years had passed, those who would inherit the status of the political faction would be able to show off their martial arts skills. There couldn’t have been few people.

The VIP seats, which had never been occupied, were now full of people.

“It’s gorgeous…”

As Dokgo Guwol said, most of the Ten Jeong were sitting in the VIP seats.

Sword Immortal Hyeonhwajinin

Punggae (風丐) Cheonrinjan

Yaksha Buddha Heo Jin

The fall of a mountain with one sword, Jin Yang Jin

Purple Dragon Emperor (紫龍大帝) Defense Heaven

Dark Arrow Rain Dang-Hyeon

Thunder Heaven Sword Namgung Ho

Hyeon Yeong-seon (賢英扇) Jegal Cho-jin

Baekgun (White Prince) Donggwakwoo

It wasn’t just the ten most prestigious families, the heads of families whose names were known to all across the Central Plains, and the heads of the clans were all sitting in the VIP seats.

The VIP seats where many people, including the Heavenly One and the Heavenly Spirit, were sitting together were creating mysterious distortions in the air with just their energy waves.

The masters who encompass the Central Plains. Those who have reached the limit of what humans can achieve, receive the respect and admiration of all the spectators.

Dokgo Guwol’s uncle was also sitting in the VIP seat. Dokgo Guwol looked at him with a complicated gaze as he smiled and chatted with the other clans.

Yongwoon quietly looked at the faces of the VIPs. It was a strange feeling. It was not that he had not trained in martial arts as a magician, but seeing them as complete warriors felt strange.

It was only then that I realized how high my position was compared to my current achievements.

‘It must have seemed like a big deal. For someone like Ogi Jo-won to act so arrogantly…’

There was no shame. Only memories came back vividly.

“They are indeed the great men of Cheon Yoo Bang. How great they are… It’s amazing.”

The one next to Yongwoon muttered like that. The other warriors seemed to see it that way too. Yongwoon found it amusing that they were standing there with their shoulders tense and their expressions solemn.

Baekgun Donggwakwoo. When the Gunwoonghoe was first established, he acted arrogantly and annoyingly by offering to give him the position of elder. At that time, Baekgun was hit by Kwonjon and was left in agony, but only the three who were present knew.

Brain Cheon-geom Namgung-ho. The one who killed that man’s father was the devil. The emotion read on his face was not good, so I put Sal (煞) into the blood just in case.

After killing the Grand Prince of Nakga, I tried to go straight to him to negotiate after leaving the Demonic Cult, but he killed the Demonic Cult in Namgung himself. Could I have negotiated right before I died? I didn’t do that. I didn’t want to ask for my life from those who had already drawn their swords.

Dangho, the dark comrade. He could be seen as the one with whom I had the deepest relationship. He used to annoy Ma-ui for no reason because of his inferiority complex toward his sister, but Ma-ui found him cute and played with him quite a bit. The reason Dangho gave up poison and focused on secret techniques was largely because of his sister and Ma-ui.

‘Didn’t that guy from the Mengjiandan come out? I thought he was also a member of the Jeongpa Alliance.’

The last of the last of the meng dog groups – the white doctor who had incited Namgung and Nak was nowhere to be seen. The first sentence that Hwi-mok had said made my mind complicated, but it was certain that the white doctor himself was involved. It was information obtained by torturing one of the warriors who had surrounded Ma-ui in Cheonghae.

‘I have to get revenge on that guy too.’

While they were looking at each other indifferently, a man jumped high into the center, unarmed.

A stunt where he spins five times in the air. The audience was amazed by his dazzling moves. He appeared lightly unarmed and gave a round of applause to the audience.

“The Seven Swordsman greets the martial artists!”

Seven Swordsman. He was a member of the Jeongpa faction who was active in Anseo. He was famous for his fierce determination to fight, and there was no one in the Jeongpa faction who didn’t know him, so he was enough to attract the attention of those gathered in the VIP seats.

“I am so honored to be given the position of guide for this Yongbongji meeting, so I will dedicate myself to it and work hard!”

Applause poured in. The guide’s appearance meant that the real beginning was now underway. The excitement was gradually rising.

A lot of boring words came out of his mouth. Words like glory, justice, and chivalry… When he finished speaking, the old man in the robe sitting in the VIP seat stood up.

He was the leader of the Jeongpa faction and the swordsman Hyeonhwa Jinin.

The applause grew louder. Everyone in the VIP section also clapped their hands.

When Hyunhwajinin declared the sealing of the gate, there was no end to the suspicions about him. However, after the Cheon-gwang Great Rebellion, everyone knew of the might of Cheon-ma, so the reputation of Hyunhwajinin, who fought Cheon-ma one-on-one, rose even higher.

He took over the position of the leader of the Jeongpa faction after the end of the Bongmun. Hyunhwajin also played the lottery. He didn’t show any intentional pressure or majesty, but he had a spirit that came out naturally without him having to consciously let it go.

“The three great leaders of the political faction greet the martial arts comrades.”

Yongwoon closed his eyes and tried to listen to Hyunhwajinin’s speech, but Hyunhwajinin opened his eyes.

I immediately shut my mouth.

The atmosphere in the VIP seats has become fierce.

“What? Why did your Majesty stop talking?”

Those who were so puzzled were all ordinary people who had not learned martial arts. Those who had reached a certain level all turned their heads back.

“Oh, really. How blatant.”

Jang Han-baek was grumbling.

The huge doors of the convention center opened, and a loud roar echoed throughout the venue.

“Bring His Highness the Crown Prince here!!!!”