Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 48



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Silence against

Mukseong had not visited Yongun since the fight with Nakcheonhong. He had not visited Geombong either, but it seemed that he had locked himself in his quarters and was training.

Mukseong doesn’t like Yongun. Yongun seemed to know the reason, but he just accepted it calmly. There was no reason for him to go see Mukseong himself.

Mukseong, Jang Hanbaek. Nam Gyu-rin, the plum blossom swordsman, was recruited into the Hwasan faction by Plum Blossom Swordsman after seeing her swing a tree branch during her runny nose days, but Jang Hanbaek entered the Shaman faction in a rather ordinary manner.

The last disciple he had before Bongmun. He was recruited, so Mukseong’s father sent him to the shaman sect, and then disappeared.

He didn’t stand out from the beginning. It was true that he was a shaman from the moment he entered the shamanic sect as a disciple, but among them, he was right in the middle.

What changed his life was not the peerless martial arts of the shamanist faction, but the martial art called the Thousand-Bill Sword Technique.

The Cheonpil Sword was not a divine skill like the Taegeuk Hye Sword. It was an old sword technique that was kept in a corner of the public martial arts book that even the young third generation disciples could see. The young Jang Han-baek happened to see the martial arts, and that day his life changed.

Chance. I could only say it was a coincidence. The author of the Thousand-Bill Sword was not even revealed, and its actual power was not that great. The only unique thing was that an ink-like energy flowed from the tip of the sword.

The true power of the Thousand-Bill Sword was discovered by Jang Han-baek. When the Thousand-Bill Sword was unleashed, the swordsmanship that it originally possessed was maximized.

Jang Han-baek, who had made great strides while mastering the Thousand-Bill Sword, stood out the most among the three great disciples, no, among all the disciples of the Wudang sect, and after defeating everyone at the Yongbongjihoe five years ago, he earned the title of Mokseong (墨星).

If you stand out in the Yongbongjihoe, you will be given the nickname of Yong (龍) or Bong (鳳). Plum Blossom Sword Bong, Dokryong, and even Kwonryong, the former nickname of Muteonseung. However, if only one person stands out, that person will not be given that title later on, and that person was Jang Hanbaek.

Yongwoon and Jang Hanbaek stood unarmed. Jang Hanbaek stood awkwardly, holding a sword, and Yongwoon quietly looked at him while performing a horsemanship ceremony.

While the Seven Swordsmen were once again captivating the audience, Jang Han-baek, who was looking at Yong-un, opened his mouth.

“You are a very unpleasant person.”

“…”

“There are two reasons for this. The first, of course, is that snake-like nature.”

“What did I do?”

“You are not a bad person. No, if you look at it closely, you are quite good. At least, you are more honest than any of the Sega people I have seen, and even some Taoists.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s not a compliment. You’re dangerous. You’re not evil. You’re just crazy.”

“Are you crazy?”

“A madman is more dangerous than a villain. A villain knows that he is not righteous, but a madman does not know that. No, he does not care if he does not look right in the eyes of others. You are such a madman.”

Jang Han-baek observed Yong-un in Hanam, and read all of his past actions. The massacre of the Qingmu clan, the battles in Guangxi, and all of his ‘martial arts training’ in Hubei. In less than a year, he killed more than a hundred people.

Everyone had a ‘plausible’ reason. A reason to die. Among those killed by Yongwoon, there was no sage or Minsaeng.

There is only a reason.

The Yongun in the records was different from the Yongun I saw with my own eyes. I saw the Yongun who would shrug off his own unnecessary troubles and accept the cruel jokes of the Cheonjageom and Abok without showing any reaction.

Disconnection.

That sense of alienation was explained by the initial murderous intent. He was just… a crazy guy. If you cross the line even a little bit, he doesn’t see you as a fellow human being.

It lacks human feelings.

“There is nothing more difficult than a straight-forward madman, and unfortunately, the world of martial arts is full of such madmen.”

Yongwoon laughed. Kwonjon’s words came to mind. Only crazy people can reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

‘Then it’s half a success.’

“So, are you going to scold me?”

“No, I’m just telling you why I don’t like you. I’ve also heard you called crazy many times. The second reason I don’t like you is your martial arts skills. When I first saw you, you could have been defeated with just one Tanjigong, but the next time I saw you, you had to swing your fists. When we met again, it seemed like I had to draw my sword to win.”

The sword of silence came out of his scabbard without a sound. Although he did not wear the same hat as the other shamans, the Taegeuk symbol was clearly drawn on his sword.

Yongwoon smiled brightly.

“It is an honor.”

“That’s what’s creepy. The way he can kill people without blinking and still have such an innocent smile.”

The Seven Swordsman’s words end. He raises his hand to signal the start of the fight.

“Didn’t you tell me the third reason?”

“hmm?”

“Kyu-rin. Isn’t it because of her?”

Mukseong smiled twistedly. It wasn’t Jeon-eum. Chilgeomhyeopgaek’s arm paused for a moment.

“right.”

Jang Han-baek admitted it without hesitation. The seal of the school does not block the relationship. When Jang Han-baek was ten years old, Maehwa Ugeom brought Gyu-rin to the shaman, and that is how the relationship continued.

There was a lot of common ground. In many ways, their situations were similar.

But because they were the same, it was a dream that could not come true.

“It was just a childhood dream anyway. We both had too many burdens to bear. But that doesn’t mean I can let Gyu-rin marry a crazy guy like that.”

“Well, then! Get ready-”

The Seven Swordsman’s arm, which had been hesitating for a moment, fell down again. At the same time, the strong scent of ink stung Yongwoon’s nose.

“Get out of here, you bastard.”

“start!”

Boom!

A black light poured out. A black energy befitting the nickname of Silence poured out from Jang Hanbaek’s sword.

A black aura like ink spreads across the world, following the tip of the sword. Its power was stronger than any enemy Yongwoon had ever encountered.

Non-killing. The martial arts of the shamans do not kill people easily. Non-killing is different from the living sword, and that is why the martial arts of shamans and hwasan differ in their fundamentals.

It does not kill. It only subdues. The secret of the Thirteen Swords of the Shenmen was revealed in Jang Hanbaek’s sword.

The Thousand-Bill Sword maximizes the sword’s power and the subtlety contained in martial arts. The Shinmun 13 Sword is a sword that subdues enemies by attacking the Shinmun point in their wrists.

The energy in the dark light grew stronger. Along with the real sword, twelve dark swords poured down on Yongwoon at the same time, and Yongwoon stepped back to avoid them.

Jang Han-baek did not stop stabbing with his sword. Then, the dark swords continued to chase Yong-un and persistently aimed for his wrist.

Yongwoon’s hand turned red. At the same time, there was an order among the dark auras. The other eleven swords accelerated at the same time, blowing a second at the closest dark sword and extinguishing its aura.

It was a deliberate difference in speed. The moment one was blocked, the next one was unavoidable.

Boom! Yongwoon stepped on Jin-gak.

“Phew.”

He stretched out his red-tinted sword strongly.

Kwaang! The energy clashed with the energy. My fist and wrist were tingling. I could barely escape the blow if it was a fist filled with seven percent of my entire body’s energy.

The moment I thought that, a sword was swung from behind.

It was the gold sword among the five elements swords. The five elements sword is a sword made by imitating the five elements, as its name suggests. Ogijowon (五氣朝元). The true value of the five elements sword is now revealed from Jang Hanbaek’s realm.

The heavy and strong sword gained more strength from the dark light and struck down. Yongwoon’s eyes read the path.

It was a sword that swung down from above his head as if it was going to split him. He bought time by bending his waist backwards as if he was crossing a steel plate bridge. Nothing seemed to change. It was because he was trying to split his waist in two instead of his black hair.

However, Yongwoon’s body followed the ghost’s footsteps. Yongwoon’s body spun around in a circle with his waist down.

Kwaaang! The sword struck the ground, and the tip of the foot that rose into the sky aimed for Jang Hanbaek’s chin.

Jang Hanbaek’s hand touched Yongwoon’s foot. The hand that had been pulled out in advance and the foot that had been filled with power.

Yongun’s courage and Jang Hanbaek’s flower grafting took place simultaneously.

Crunch! It’s an unpleasant feeling. If I kick the wall with my foot, the pain comes back. But the foot that hit Jang Hanbaek’s hand… I felt nothing. It felt like all my strength had disappeared. It was like my foot had fallen into a swamp.

A cracking sound occurred under Mukseong’s feet. The power that Yongun poured out broke the floor.

The art of grafting. A magical power that allows the power of the opponent to flow out. It is one of the secrets of Taegeuk Hyegeom and the essence of the shamanist school.

It is said that if it reaches that extreme, the opponent who extends his fist will die instead, and even if it does not reach that extreme, it is said that it can reflect the opponent’s power to some extent.

The rain stopped. It wasn’t interrupted, but the two maintained that strange posture. Yongun floating upside down in the sky, and Jang Hanbaek blocking the steps toward the sky.

Jang Han-baek laughed and said, “Huh!”

“As expected, the sight is so strange. I couldn’t return it.”

Have you ever dealt with these people in Jamryongbang and just ‘let them go’ with the help of Ihwa-Hapmok?

The floor beneath Jang Hanbaek’s broken feet. The floor was a little hot. It was the yang energy of the karma tree.

“What is it? Is it a blood clot?”

“You don’t need to know.”

The tip of his foot moved slightly. There was a very faint gap between the middle joints of his fingers. Yongwoon jumped into the air, taking advantage of that gap. Jang Hanbaek did not stop him.

Yongun quietly settled down at the end of the unarmed barracks.

The secret of karma and the secret of acupuncture are mixed at the tip of the foot.

It was expected that he would use the grafting technique. That was why it was a targeted move. Since Yongun’s footsteps are a point point, they can easily penetrate the weak gaps in the qi and blood vessels, and since it is a karma water, it can block the qi and blood vessels while damaging the blood vessels.

But the silence seemed perfectly normal.

‘She’s a shaman after all.’

The practice of strengthening internal energy. Shamans value internal energy and energy. It was a sect that focused on purifying and training the blood vessels and increasing the absolute amount of internal energy.

Mukseong tried to return the force as it was, but he felt that the power contained within was not ordinary and seemed to throw it out of his body.

It was possible because they were both shamans, and because the realms of Jang Han-baek and Yong-un were different.

Mukseong spun the sword around in his hand. Although he didn’t show it, his blood vessels became sensitive to the hot yang energy for a moment.

It didn’t matter. When you enter Ogijowon, the natural energy transforms into your body’s internal energy just by breathing, and your body’s wounds are healed. Furthermore, the internal energy method of the shamanist faction is Taegeuk Shingong (太極神功). It was a method that was counted among the top three in the central plains.

Three breaths. The boiling blood flow stabilized again. Jang Hanbaek’s eyes turned to the energy of Yongun that he had abandoned just a moment ago.

Only the dug floor was covered with azaleas. What kind of martial arts is that? What kind of secret does it contain?

Although his worries about Gyu-rin had not disappeared, his jealousy towards Yong-un had actually faded.

A short sum. Even though it was short, the two showed each other the secrets of their martial arts. The grafting of the two, and the point-blooding.

Such emotions blossomed in Jang Han-baek’s heart. Curiosity, pride, and… joy.

Once again, a silent aura spread through the world. The sword stretched upward, and the momentum of silence became solid once again.

Mukseong sighed. With a sigh, he let go of those feelings.

The Shamanist sect’s masters do not kill their enemies. Most of their battles end with the enemy’s weapons being blown away or the enemy falling down exhausted.

Jang Han-baek changed his mind. He had a feeling that he shouldn’t waste time.

He had a rough personality that made him seem extremely vulgar and definitely not a Taoist, but he was not a scoundrel who acted thoughtlessly without knowing his place.

Rather – the orthodox faction, and the shaman. He knew better than anyone that he was the young symbol of that heavy and huge group.

That’s why it was a personality that was created. It seemed like the burden would actually disappear if I pretended to do so on the outside.

You can’t lose. You can’t be close.

This is not a battle against Yongun alone. The Crown Prince, the White Lady.

Not only them,

It was a bloody battle that had to be shown to the Sapa and the demonic cult members who were watching from that watchtower, as well as the entire Central Plains.

As always, the immense pressure of the moment shackled Jang Han-baek’s sword. However, Jang Han-baek blew it all away with one breath.

Must live up to expectations.

Geom-seon closed his eyes upon seeing Jang Han-baek’s firm expression. Familiar, yet completely unfamiliar… It was the heavy burden of the young disciple that had been visible since the last Yongbongjihoe.

Jang Hanbaek’s sword drew a circle, and ink energy followed it.

It was the Taegeuk Hyegeom (Great Sword of Wisdom).