Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 42



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Old Eunwon

“Naksanjin! How are you still alive!”

“What, you speak as if you were looking at a dead body.”

Naksanjin was flustered. He was not the head of the Nakga family at the time of the Cheonhongdae Rebellion. To be exact, he was the head of the Taesang family, Noya.

If you were to choose the strongest person in terms of martial arts from a family, half of them would choose the head of the family, and the other half would choose the supreme head of the family.

The Taesang family head is the father of the family head. As he was also the family head, he learned the family’s martial arts by taking all kinds of elixirs, and he spent more time living his life devoting more time to those martial arts.

However, that doesn’t mean they were necessarily stronger than the head of the household. The position of the head of the household was a heavy position that supported hundreds or thousands of lives. Not only did it take a lot of time to perform miscellaneous tasks, but it also consumed a lot of mental energy.

So, some of them gave up their position as head of the household even though they were still more powerful than the head of the household. In order to prevent the depletion of their energy and blood due to exhaustion of their psychic power, and to devote their time entirely to martial arts.

Naksanjin was not like that. When he was the head of the household, his realm was like a thousand-year-old’s realm.

He was barely able to enter the lower ranks of the Five Great Families. However, his son, Nakmuncheol, achieved the union of heaven and man at a younger age, so he was naturally pushed out and became the head of the Taishang family.

And then… the price fell.

Namgung and Nak’s situations were almost the same. Both of them lost their heads of households due to the curse left behind by the devil, and Namgung’s head of household, the Supreme Head of Heaven and Man, even died.

Later, Kwon-Jun also killed the Namgung family head, so now Namgung Jin was the younger brother of that family head. However, the difference between Nak and Namgung was the history of the family that had been built up for a thousand years, so even if Namgung remained in the lower ranks of the Sipjeong, the family lineage was continued, whereas Nak’s family was destroyed.

This was the story of Gangseo Nakga that Kangho knew.

“Does that mean I can become a dog and enter the royal family?”

“Let’s speak straight. Weren’t you the noble Nara of the Jeongpa who didn’t give any help until you became a dog?”

The insults and swearing intensified. Of course, the one who was the most angry was Naksanjin. Since the fall of Nakga, an undying anger had settled in his heart.

The momentum of the gradually expanding fall was indeed not like before.

The unity of heaven and man. Other warriors were astonished by his spirit as he steadily preserved his vitality and blood while receiving the protection of the royal family, and learned martial arts by spitting out blood with anger as his driving force.

“Let’s stop there for now. We came here to see the rain, not to meet old acquaintances.”

At the prince’s words, Naksangjin nodded and turned his head. Namgungjin, who was about to open his mouth to say something, also had no choice but to sit down. That was what the prince had said.

‘You seem like someone without honor!’

Of course, I was cursing inside.

Following the falling rock, the black maiden gathered both hands near her waist. A strong energy gathered from her body along with a rough wind, and both arms stretched out in front of her.

Air currents. Two small typhoons shot out towards Yongwoon through her arms.

Crushing Wind. Yongwoon’s right hand turned red. And, he tore apart the two typhoons that were aiming for his chest.

Kwaaang! The wind that had become turbulent from the typhoon fluttered his black uniform and disappeared. Shock appeared inside the black maiden’s mask, and she tried to do something, but Yongwoon’s feet were faster.

“It’s so awkward.”

Hand knife. The red worm followed his hand, leaving a lingering scent. Yongwoon’s hand cut from top to bottom, and the black maiden’s mask split.

“Ugh!”

I saw a woman with a look of despair. I saw a face that looked similar but not the same.

‘They look alike.’

Nak-hyung-jin, how could I not remember that pervert’s face? The Grand Prince of Nak-ga. The guy with the grand nicknames like Kwon-ryong and all, he melted my body because he wanted aphrodisiacs and stimulants.

‘Daughter… no, sister.’

Yongwoon kicked the black girl’s stomach hard. Keuk- With a gasp, the black girl retreated far away, unarmed.

“I have the will to fight, but it’s not mine, and it’s not for me to watch the evildoing…”

Yongwoon said calmly.

“I don’t even feel like doing anything about this.”

Some viewers questioned Yongwoon’s sudden provocation. Was that his original personality?

Of course, Yongwoon also had the same mindset as the Black Knight. What kind of revenge was there on a guy who was a runny nose at the time?

His thoughts were spinning quickly. Hwimok’s words.

Jeong was just a sword. Although he didn’t know about the fate, Namgung betrayed the favor and killed him. As is the case with Sega, everything is a result of gains and losses. It means that there was a benefit to be gained even if he gave up his relationship with Ma-ui.

It seems that he is not the current Namgung Jin, but Nak Sang Jin and Nak Ga’s Noya crawled into the imperial family when their family fell into ruin.

‘…It’s still just a guess.’

However, apart from that speculation, Nak Sang-jin had no good memories. They were enemies who had killed each other to begin with.

The ill-fated relationship between Gangseo Nakwa and Ma-ui began when Ma-ui arrived in Gangseo while traveling around the Central Plains. Ma-ui’s nickname was as famous among the common people as it was among the martial arts world.

A god who cures most illnesses without any cost. There was a constant stream of patients coming to the shabby temple, and they were all poor people who had illnesses but could not afford to get treatment.

One day, while he was treating them, the unmanned people of Gangseo Nakga came to visit him.

It was an overbearing appearance to ask for treatment for my family. Ma-ui didn’t even use polite language with Kwon-jon. Naturally, he refused.

Then, Nak Sang-jin came. He was desperate to look good in front of his son, and he came to Ma-ui and destroyed the temple with a single gesture.

[Congressman Naburangi’s neck is stiff.]

It was a bad relationship. Nak Sang-jin, Nak Mun-cheol, Nak Hyeong-jin. None of the three respected Ma-ui.

[If you don’t get cured, I will kill you.]

They killed him for saying such things. He and his son.

The black girl clenched her teeth again. Her name was Nakcheonhong, and as Yongwoon had guessed, she was Nakhyungjin’s younger sister.

The poisonous eyes were similar. However, what was contained within was only desperation, and they were completely different from those of the fallen angels I had seen as a demon.

Yongwoon’s eyes had seen more than others, so he couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you want to be recognized?”

Nakcheonhong didn’t answer. She leaped again, the wind whipping around her once more.

The founder of Nakga is a man who was called the Wind God of two hundred years. It is said that all martial arts contain wind, and when one realizes its secrets, even the winds of heaven and earth move according to one’s will.

Explosion whirlwind

A violent and violent wind blew over Yongwoon’s body as if it were going to tear him apart.

A single gust of wind was strong enough to burn a hole in Yongwoon’s sleeve, but Yongwoon remained calm.

Once again, the hand turns red. The light is more magnificent and powerful than the fight with the poisonous dragon, and it was the result of eating the Great Ring.

The Great Hwandan was created through the relics of a great monk, and the hellish karma tree was strong and life-threatening, but it was not a talisman.

The gap between Yakshabul’s eyebrows narrowed slightly, and the red lingering scent distorted into a line.

Phew! As I waved my hand following the ‘line’ that Yongwoon was seeing, the fierce wind parted and disappeared. Just like when I tore up Hwangbo Jinheon’s Three Books of Heavenly Kings, I tore it while looking at the ‘knot’.

It was progress gained by reading the Dokgo Gugeom’s Gujeol. Yongwoon and Dokgo Gugeom, both shared the same core.

Reading the enemy’s path and distorting it. Dokgo Gugeom saw the first step, and Yongwoon saw the body’s movements and the flow of internal energy.

As he reached Samhwachwijeong, his eyes became clearer. There were flaws and weaknesses in his internal energy mixed with his martial arts.

There are dozens of muscles in the face. All of these muscles express emotions and make facial expressions, so not many people can hide them all.

Moreover, since emotions are expressed in the eyes and the entire body, the thing that the magician reads best is the minds and emotions of others.

Nakcheonhong’s face was hard, but it was even more visible because of that. The desire for recognition.

‘It’s a shame, but…’

But that’s not something you can overlook.

‘I wish I could realize it.’

If there was any sense of guilt, it was only Nakcheonhong. In any case, it was Ma-ui who took away her life as a noblewoman.

So I will pay you back.

Once again, the wind gathered around Nakcheonhong as he vomited blood. He had been forcibly raising his internal energy, and his blood and energy were distorted, but he was still trying to attack Yongwoon despite suffering internal injuries.

It was a meaningless attack. Nakcheonhong also knew that. But he was still pushing himself.

He didn’t wait. His footsteps, like a stroll, made him stand right in front of Nakcheonhong like a shrinking earth. When Nakcheonhong flinched, Yongwoon’s hand moved quickly.

The same black ink. The hand that did not contain the karma hit the acupoints on Nakcheonhong’s body.

Doo doo doo doo doo! The wind that had been gathering with my internal energy disappeared into the heavens and earth again. My entire body’s veins became rigid and my internal energy hardened in the lower dantian. This was also a point of Daenak.

If you look back here, it ends. But Yongwoon didn’t do that. His hands turned red. His eyes turned to Nakcheonhong’s lower abdomen, and his hands stretched out.

“How dare you!”

The one who caused the uproar was, of course, Nak Sang-jin.

It is the unity of heaven and man. It is the highest state known as the limit of what humans can achieve, where they can freely control the energy of heaven and their will itself has power.

In the blink of an eye, Naksanjin was standing right next to Nakcheonhong. The empty space grabbed Yongwoon’s hand, and Yongwoon immediately moved.

“Where do you dare-”

Just now, Yongwoon tried to destroy the lower abdomen. It was an attempt to end the life of a warrior. Although he had no blood ties to Nakcheonhong, he was still useful.

Kwak! The air distorted. Naksanjin strained his eyes.

He uses his energy to escape from the intangible device. Nak Sang-jin’s eyebrows twitch, and Yong-un’s hand reaches out to Nak Sang-jin, not Nak Cheon-hong.

The red aura hand distorted and headed towards Naksanjin’s chest.

“bloke!”

The space was greatly blasted open by the wind and the sound of Noh Ho-seong.

Kuung! A powerful qi membrane burst out from him and exploded in front of Yong-un. Yong-un was blown out of his unarmed position by the tremendous pressure of the qi, and a wind that was incomparable to that of Nak-cheon-hong swept around Nak-sang-jin.

“That savage doesn’t even know the subject!”

To Cheoninhapil, the Samhwachwijeong was no different from a bug. It was even more so to Naksangjin. He was even more furious just now than when Yongun tried to destroy Naksanghong’s danjeon.

Throwing a squirt at yourself was like having a bug crawl on your face.

“Take a look-”

Couldn’t show it. Heart sword. The new intangible energy pouring out from the VIP seats ‘cut’ the intangible energy of Naksanjin.

“Cough-”

The formless machine is my will that acts on the world. When I open the upper chamber and enter the Heavenly Realm of the Will, the existence of will directly affects the world, and that is why just now, Naksanjin was no different from being mentally devastated.

“You have crossed the line.”

The swordsman, Hyeonhwajin. He was still sitting in the VIP seat, looking at Naksanjin with an indifferent gaze.

He didn’t move. And yet he overwhelmed the fallen warrior.

Naksangjin, who was staggering for a moment due to a severe headache, was deeply embarrassed inside.

‘How can there be such differences even though they are the same heaven and earth!’

The sword of the mind of the swordsman cut through the formless energy of the Naksanjin without any resistance. This meant that the Hyeonhwajinin was more solid and powerful than the Naksanjinin in terms of his will, and it was a huge wall in the unification of heaven and man.

Akmun Naksangjin shouted with his eyes wide open.

“That guy just tried to break my dantian!”

“How can you be so sure?”

“What kind of nonsense is that! The water that came out after the bloodletting was already over-”

“I think you misunderstood.”

Yongun rose from the dust. Yongun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly. Naksangjin looked at Yongun with glaring eyes.

“Misunderstanding? Are you saying that I misunderstood?”

“Does your granddaughter look stiff from the blood clots now?”

At those words, everyone looked at Nakcheonhong.

“…”

There was Nakcheonhong, who had lowered her head. There was also blood on the corner of her mouth, but it was dead blood, and the chaos caused by the excessive use of internal power… was organized.

Naksanjin’s eyes shook.

“What.”

“I just forbade the internal energy and adjusted the twisted blood vessels to avoid overdoing it in a simple non-life-or-death situation. At the end, I gave the lower dantian a little shock to prevent the closed internal energy from becoming turbid.”

It is a truth mixed with lies. It is true that he healed the wound, but if he had actually stretched out his hand, his danjeon would have been broken. However, even if the fall occurred, or even if he had not, this would not have happened.

Because everything was intended to move the falling jin.

“What…”

Yongwoon laughed. His acupuncture was so good that even the two of them did not notice it. How much worse must it be for Naksanjin.

The expressionless swordsman spoke in a low voice.

“Naksanjin, I don’t know what to call you, but you just interrupted the Yongbongjihoe that was clearly in progress.”

“No… No! Definitely-”

“What does His Highness the Crown Prince think?”

The one holding Naksanjin’s leash was the prince. He did not stop Naksanjin, nor did he look at him with angry eyes.

The prince’s gaze, which had been directed at Yongwoon, then turned to Geomseon, and he shrugged.

“Our Baekho Dangju made a mistake.”

The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

“I am the owner of Baekhodangju, so I must take responsibility…”

Naksanjin looked at Yongun with eyes filled with confusion and anger. As Yongun, who had been shaking off the dust from his body, was touching his internal wounds, the prince’s voice came out again.

“I have a proposal for you, Leader Jeongpa.”