Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 33



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Yongbong Branch (2)

It was intentional. I had no choice but to say so.

The prince’s procession cannot be shabby. It means that it stands out, and so, whether in Hanam or any other city, there are bound to be eyewitness accounts of it.

The distance from Beijing to Henan is not short. Moreover, as the second son of the emperor, the crown prince, he must be caught in the information network even more.

But until he reached the main gate of the Jeongpa Alliance, the Jeongpa Alliance did not know.

Moreover, the fact that there is a prince.

The wind chime clicked its tongue.

This was a provocation. No, can something the imperial family does to those in the martial arts world be considered a provocation?

“Is this close to a declaration of war…”

Even as they spoke, time passed. The crown prince’s procession, which was blatantly emitting aura from the bottom of the hill, was accompanied by a palanquin and several guards.

As the doors to the grand hall opened, the first thing that came in was, of course, a palanquin. A man who looked to be a little over a foot tall was sitting on the palanquin that four warriors had lifted on their shoulders.

Prince Zhu Hoshen (朱扈深). Even in Gaebeop, information about him is extremely scarce.

He was the second son of the emperor and was appointed crown prince at the age of 18. He was feared and called a “heavenly man” by high-ranking officials in Beijing.

It was a rumor from before he was even an adult. It was said that at the age of fifteen, he had surpassed his older brother to become crown prince, and had earned the fear of the old men of Beijing.

However, he remained silent for twenty years after that. When he suddenly announced that he would attend the Yongbongjihoe in the imperial palace, no one expected his appearance.

The Central Plains, the Gangho, and the Murim. Since the creation of this world, the imperial family has not been able to interfere in any way.

Time passed again. The prince came in and showed his face. As a citizen of the country, his duties were set.

Beneath the VIP seats, everyone knelt. It was natural. Even if he was not the emperor, but the crown prince – it was unimaginable for a common soldier to stand upright and look at him.

Yong-un was the same way. He didn’t care about things like being the crown prince or your majesty, but for extremely rational reasons.

He still can’t handle it. The phrase “official duties are inviolable” was also, in the end, a logic of power. The current Yongwoon was an existence that was worse than an insect compared to the royal family.

But what about the political alliance?

They are the holy land of the martial arts masters and cover half of the central plains. They are the representative of the word martial arts.

Since the time of the Great Rebellion, the martial arts world has already disregarded the imperial family’s dignity. What will they do now?

“…under.”

The prince smiled faintly. A crooked smile. The leader of the Jeongpa faction, and those in the VIP seats… did not kneel.

Kung (鞠躬). Kneel down and do not bow your head. Stand stiffly and bow your back while doing the pokwonrye.

The waist is not completely bent. The head is not completely lowered either. It is an ambiguous greeting. However, because of that, it conveys the clearest intention.

VIP seats. Built far above the entrance. They did not come down.

“…My father should have seen this sight.”

Although no internal energy was involved, the prince’s voice filled the arena. Some of the guards standing next to him became fierce, while others did not.

Yongwoon quietly observed the warriors. Some wore masks, some did not. Masks? Coincidentally, all those who did not become angry at the prince’s words were those wearing masks.

“Raise your head.”

In Beijing, in the imperial court, every step and every word is created with meaning. The dark struggles and mental plans that tangle here and there, born and gone from the tongue, are as cruel as the life and death of the martial arts world.

The prince who survived in such a place simply shrugged his shoulders. He did not have the dazzling appearance befitting the title of prince, but – that invisible spirit that did not come from the unmanned realm swept through the arena.

“Your Majesty the Crown Prince.”

Hyunhwajin said softly. He is a Taoist. He does not like this kind of political squabbling. But even so, he was the leader of the political faction. It means that he has already immersed himself in dirty filth.

The prince nodded.

“It is an honor to see the highest dignity of a shaman.”

“Don’t say that. Bindo has stepped down from his position as the head of the shaman clan. Even now, he only holds positions that are too much for him.”

“Doesn’t that mean you’re not the highest dignity? You could say that not only for the Wudang faction, but for the entire Central Plains.”

It was childish talk. It was a subtle way to boost pride. It was subtle, but also obvious. It was not something that a mortal would do.

Before Hyunhwajin could say anything, the prince smiled and shook his head first.

“Well, it’s just a joke. I’ve always admired the world of Gangho, and I’m moved by the spirit of negotiation, so I came here in person. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in advance.”

“Where would His Highness the Crown Prince not be able to go? It’s just a shame that he didn’t give me a heads up in advance so that I could have treated him more splendidly.”

“Haha! Thank you for your words. It’s just that… I was just joking around a little bit because the organization called Gaebong is proud to be an intelligence organization that can rival our Geumuiwi.”

As he said that, the prince looked at a beggar in the VIP section. Pung-gae adjusted his hat.

“I hope you enjoyed my prank.”

“…I am embarrassed by Your Majesty’s excessive attention to me.”

Of course – the information about the Jeongpa Alliance comes from Gu Hal-i Gae-bong. Gae-bong didn’t know. It means that their information network, which was widely spread throughout the Central Plains, did not reach them.

Punggae lowered his head with a stern expression.

The prince got up from the palanquin with a smile. He lifted his feet into the air, holding onto his pack, and just like that, he stepped onto the sky.

“Walking in thin air…!”

Someone shouted like that. The prince was now thirty-five years old. Only a master of the Heavenly Welcome Realm and the Heavenly Youth Hall could perform the Heunggongdapbo stably.

It was said that he had become one of the best martial artists in the world at the age of thirty-five.

The prince’s steps were neat. He walked briskly, carrying his luggage on his back, as if he was walking on flat ground, and reached the VIP seat.

The prince was still smiling. A smile without even a hint of mockery or emotion. No intention could be read from his face.

“Surely there isn’t no place for me?”

“Of course not.”

From the moment the wave of excitement was felt, the area behind the VIP seats was bustling. Soon, a comfortable and luxurious chair was prepared right next to the leader.

“It’s no different from the chair my father sits on.”

What does muttering mean?

As the prince sat down, two warriors emerged from his shadow. They were two of the warriors who had been guarding him by the palanquin.

One with a mask and one without.

‘The Invincible Sword of Magic, Han Joong-jin…’

It was the name of a warrior who did not wear a mask. His eyes were deeply sunken and his gray-white hair was carelessly blowing in the wind. His face was not only covered with wrinkles but also with numerous scars.

However, even though there were numerous martial arts masters next to me, my stable momentum did not seem to diminish at all.

He was a member of the military, not a martial artist. Nevertheless, there was no one who did not know his nickname, let alone his openness.

The anecdote where he was isolated alone in a battle with northern barbarians ten years ago, and when hundreds of horsemen came to trample on him, he slaughtered them all with a single sword and then leisurely returned to the camp was very famous.

Magum, who could have been given the title of General, but refused it and spent his entire life on the front lines, was now in the Central Plains.

That too as the Crown Prince’s escort.

‘Then what is the other one?’

The eyes of the wind chime quietly observed him. The black clothes covering his body and the white mask that had no special features. He stood quietly behind the prince without saying a word, and there was no doubt that he was also a master.

‘Unity of heaven and man.’

I could tell by itself.

“I really ruined the mood. Oh, down there.”

The prince pointed with his finger at four masks wearing the same black attire.

“These are the four warriors I mentioned who will be participating in this Yongbongjihoe. They are all excellent people who can enter the Jamryongbang.”

Yongwoon, and even if he wasn’t there, the momentum of countless others poured into those four. It could also be seen as a restraint.

But even so – no one moved. The four unmanned men still stood their ground, masked and stubborn.

“Then shall we start over again?”

As the prince spoke, resting his chin on his hand, Hyeonhwajinin rose from his seat. The palanquin and the bearers went out the door, and the men in black followed suit.

Even though Hyunhwajin had come forward, the atmosphere was very, very different from before the prince arrived.

The speech continued. Naturally, the hall was quiet due to the boring words, but the audience was glancing at the crown prince, not Hyunhwajinin.

“Finally, I will show you the rewards from this Yongbongjihoe.”

Only when those words came to mind did everyone change their focus.

As Hyunhwajin gestured, three people entered unarmed through the door under the VIP seats.

“I will give you the privilege of taking any weapon up to the second level from the infantry of the Jeongpa Alliance.”

As he said that, an unarmed man opened his chest. Inside the chest was a bronze plaque with the number two (二) engraved on it.

Just as elixirs are graded from fifth to special, the Jeongpa Alliance also grades their weapons. The Infantry Pavilion is like a treasure trove that holds all of the Jeongpa Alliance’s weapons.

The word “second-grade” made many warriors stir. Even if it wasn’t a rookie weapon, it was a weapon that could be called a famous sword.

“I will give you the privilege of selecting a first-class martial arts course at the martial arts academy.”

A silver plaque engraved with the number “一” was placed inside a wooden box.

The commotion grew louder. The Muhakwon was where the Jeongpa Alliance gathered all of its martial arts books.

Although it does not contain the martial arts of the Sipjeong or other schools, there were many swordsmen in the world who pursued righteousness.

If they were unable to find a disciple right before they died, most of them would head to the Jeongpa Alliance and donate their martial arts skills to the Martial Arts Academy.

First-class martial arts meant martial arts below the level of the Divine Arts. Considering that the so-called Divine Arts were the peerless divine arts of the shamans and Shaolin, first-class martial arts were the best martial arts that could not be obtained even for a thousand gold coins.

Excitement filled the eyes of many of the people who participated in the Yongbong branch, especially the wild men.

‘The mood has barely returned.’

Hyunhwajin sighed inwardly and opened the last gold box.

“That’s the prize for first place.”

That was the end of his words. However, as soon as the golden box was opened, a mysterious and warm energy filled the entire venue, and no martial artist could have not known what it was.

Summoning Corps. A first-class elixir that the Shaolin Temple can only make once every ten years.

Yongwoon’s eyes were fixed solely on the summoning platform.

Jeong, Gi, Shin.

All that was needed for Samhwachwijeong was now energy.

The completely unmanned people were excited and chattered among themselves. The first prize was to give the Summoning Corps, which was a conclusion that was hastily discussed when the offer came from the imperial family.

The rewards were even more overwhelming than the previous Yongbong branch meeting. This was also a show-off.

‘…It doesn’t suit me.’

As Hyunhwajin thought to himself, a loud applause was heard from next to him.

It was the prince. Even though it was a noisy convention hall, it gradually became quiet when that one person began to applaud. The prince, who had been smiling and clapping, made a trembling expression.

“What is this? I can’t even clap properly.”

The prince who was speaking like that smiled brightly and said.

“I also did not come empty-handed. I individually rewarded the unmanned people I liked the most.”

Apart from the antipathy towards the prince, the heat grew stronger. That’s what the prince said. Even if it’s for the sake of saving face, the reward will not be small.

The ones who were nervous were those in the VIP seats. The words that they would be given separately, the four warriors that came with the crown prince.

Even without any momentum, he sets the mood. Every word and action overwhelms the crowd, and there is an invisible weight to it, as if it should be done naturally.

Every word and action was intentional. The moment he came, the clapping, even the way he talked about his own reward when the reward of the Jeongpa Alliance came out… it was all something that could only be seen as intentional.

Everything was ominous.

The event continued separately from the excited crowd under the VIP seats. What was naturally revealed was the match table for the Yongbongjihoe.

As soon as he saw it, Yongwoon sighed.

“It’s become annoying.”

[Lecture 64]

Yongun Dae vs Hwangbo Jinheon

There was no need to look for it. When he turned his eyes to the powerful momentum directed at him, Prince Urine was glaring fiercely at Yongwoon.

Yongwoon smiled and waved at him.