Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 51



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He opened his eyes. It was an unfamiliar ceiling. The scent of herbs and the faint smell of incense. Yongwoon realized where he was.

“Are you awake?”

A deep voice. I felt uncomfortable on my own. Next to me, Jang Han-baek was lying in the same situation as me.

He grinned and gave a mocking laugh that never went out of style.

“What, did you think that when you opened your eyes, Gyu-rin would be taking care of you? Arthur, Arthur. As soon as your prayers stabilized, I gave Gyu-rin a banishment order. Did you think that you would just watch me like that?”

Yongwoon, who was about to open his mouth to say something, closed it. His mouth was extremely dry.

“Okay. I already told those guys, so they’ll come right away.”

Slap- Jang Han-baek, who had raised his body, leaned back on the bed.

“That son of a bitch.”

He was blankly staring at the ceiling when he asked quietly.

“Were you a disciple of the Hegemony Sect?”

“…”

“Don’t pretend not to know. Most people might not have noticed it, but my teacher and I couldn’t have missed it. I still remember clearly what I saw five years ago in the Kwonjon ceremony.”

This is an anecdote unknown in the Central Plains. When Jang Han-baek, who was drunk on pride and a sense of victory after the Yongbongjihoe, returned to Mt. Wudang, Kwon-jon was there.

Taehwagung (太和官), where Hyeonhwajinin resided while staying at Mt. Mudang. Geomjon, who was waiting there, requested a duel with Hyeonhwajinin, and the duel between the heavenly beings that surprised the entire Central Plains was held only under the observation of Hyeonmok, Hyeonseongjinin, and Mukseong.

No one was hurt. The only thing that was fought was the Ten Harmonies.

That day, the arrogance of silence disappeared. What is the use of being the best among young dragons? The sky is so high.

The supreme being of the four sects. Even if you become the leader of a shamanist sect in the future, such a person will appear. Even in the four sects, the demonic sect, or other sects.

The world is vast and there are many masters.

That day, Muk-seong realized how heavy the position was, how important the mission was, to become the top expert.

“I can’t forget that fist.”

Mukseong muttered. Gyeongcheon (驚天). A fist that startles the heavens.

That is only the beginning, the first second of all martial arts.

“Your fist is like a mosquito compared to that man.”

Yongwoon closed his eyes. He displayed Kwonjon’s martial arts. The repercussions will be huge.

“But wouldn’t it be better if things continued this way? The shaman has bestowed grace on the disciple of the fallen king.”

“hmm?”

“The Master has healed you.”

As soon as Jang Han-baek said those words, his memories returned.

One fist of the Heaven-breaking Fist, shocking the heavens.

The fist was extended. The energy of heaven mixed with righteousness, will, betting, and true energy distorted the air and advanced forward.

Even after drawing the Taegeuk, the silent sword did not stop. It continued to strike the Taegeuk, continuously strengthening its strength.

The storm of Qi and the Taegeuk collided. And then, they shattered.

Mukseong collapsed, spitting out blood, and Yongun followed suit.

At that moment, when the Tai Chi was finally broken, I lost the string of power. The blood vessels in my entire body were turned upside down, and my true energy and heavenly energy clashed.

And that warm feeling I felt when I closed my eyes…

“Did the swordsman cure me?”

“You fucking punk. If you don’t give me honorifics, I’ll use my innate wisdom to make your mouth a bowl.”

“Tsk,” Jang Han-baek clicked his tongue.

“Master, you are so rude. My student has fainted, and you are treating an outsider.”

“Master!”

Whoa! It was Seongmuha who appeared, pulling up the curtain.

“Are you okay- Huh!”

Seongmu forgot that Jang Hanbaek was next to Yongun. That was why he called him teacher and closed his mouth in shock.

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

“Hey, did the Paechondan infiltrate the Jeongpa Alliance as well? Uidang? That’s really novel. Did they get inspiration from medical prescriptions?”

“Huh? Yes? What is that-”

“That’s it. That old man has a headache right now and is talking nonsense.”

Yongwoon drank the water that Seongmuha had brought. The taste of the water was a bit unusual, but also familiar, so Yongwoon looked surprised after drinking it all.

“Hwangsasu (yellow sand water)?”

“Yes, yes! The book clearly states that the fourth one among the yellow waters is good for internal injuries of the whole body as well as wounds on the Imdok vein! I judged it to be the most suitable for the wound of the S-Yong Daehyeop!”

“I guess they haven’t made any progress there yet?”

“Alone! I read it…”

As he said that, Seongmuha looked at Yongwoon’s face. The seniors’ reactions when he showed off his talent were indeed not good. Surely, even the teacher-

“Well done.”

Sungmuha’s expression brightened at Yongwoon’s laughter. Indeed, the Master was different…!

“Are you really a disciple of the Paechondan? All the guys I’ve seen are just like that-”

“I said no.”

“Then what is the Fist of the Pajeon?”

“It’s just an imitation.”

“Do you think that makes sense? You’re not the reincarnation of Dharma.”

I had no obligation to tell Jang Han-baek. Things had become quite troublesome, but it was okay. I had thought about it to some extent.

“How many days have I been lying down?”

“It’s three weeks!”

“The Yongbong branch.”

“There is currently a duel between the Sword Master and Baeknyeo!”

“I see.”

Yongwoon closed his eyes and examined his body. His internal injuries had not yet fully healed, but his recovery power was amazing.

I was initially worried that there might be permanent scars that couldn’t be treated, but I was very lucky.

If I leave it alone, it’ll take seven days. If I take care of it myself… it’ll take another three weeks. It was a very, very cheap price to pay for torturing my body to the point of death.

In comparison, the harvest obtained is indescribable.

The success of So-un-saeng-gong who does not use innate wisdom, the reproduction of Kwon-jon’s authority.

Above all, victory in the duel with Silence.

The remaining mountains are…

‘Probably a white woman.’

Yongwoon asked Seongmuha.

“Did anything special happen?”

Seongmuha nodded vigorously with an excited expression.

“Really! There were so many!”

The beginning of something special came right at the end of the rain.

Seongmu-ha didn’t see what happened. Just… an overwhelming, huge momentum flowed out just by looking at it, then a deafening roar and the wind blew, and all he knew was that the rain was over.

A wind that seemed to tear the air apart. The next sight was… a huge crack that had shattered right down to the capstone, and two fallen men.

“Huh!”

The unarmed state was not perfect.

Along with him, the other audience members were dumbfounded. What kind of martial arts could be this bloody? Most of the audience members were not martial artists, or even if they were martial artists, they had never seen such a heaven-bending, miraculous battle.

In that scorched earth scene where the sky was distorted, unarmed people turned to dust, and even the energy still remained like residue, the swordsman moved first.

In the blink of an eye, Geom-seon was next to the fallen Yong-un. Geom-seon’s eyes widened as he felt Yong-un’s pulse on his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, Sung-mu-ha was next to Geom-seon.

“uh?”

“Your energy is quite similar to this child’s energy. Are you from the same school?”

Seongmuha was confused by the sudden change in his vision. And then the second thing he thought about was, even if he revealed it-

“It’s okay. If we don’t take action now, this child will die. I’ve wrapped a curtain around him, so no one else will be able to hear your answer.”

“…Yes. To be exact, he is my teacher.”

“Martial arts?”

“It’s medicine. And, a little bit of martial arts too…”

“As expected, you are skilled in medicine.”

Heuk! It’s Yongwoon lying down. His body, which had been spitting up blood while lying down and looking up at the sky, began to convulse.

The blood vessels became prominent and the skin seemed to be torn apart. The body began to disintegrate, and the swordsman’s hand moved gently.

As I tapped various parts of his body, Yong-un’s breathing, which had been intense, gradually became quiet, and Yong-un’s body, which had been trembling like it was about to break, became stable.

Seongmu didn’t know what to do. Geomseon looked at him gently and said.

“Don’t worry. Your body’s regenerative power is at an extraordinary level, so you’ll definitely get better. Your body’s characteristics are also very… excellent.”

“Thank you, thank you-”

“Has this child ever told you anything about my body? Or his own affairs?”

Seongmuha shook his head. Geomseon laughed.

“I see.”

As the swordsman waved his hand, the noise outside suddenly grew louder in Sungmuha’s ears. All the audience members were sticking their heads out to check the unarmed situation, and the members of the National Assembly were flustered in a place that was hardly even called unarmed.

“Everyone, go to Mukseong.”

Among them, there was Ui Dang Ju and Seon Ui Do. The same good-natured gaze. Those eyes were directed at Geomseon, Yong Woon, and finally Seong Mu Ha.

For a moment, I felt goosebumps. And the stench. But the stench soon disappeared, and Seon-ui nodded and moved towards Jang Han-baek in the distance.

“This is the victory of the noble prince.”

A short speech. There was a moment of uproar, but the audience was convinced.

The ordinary unmanned forces could not properly understand what had happened. All they saw was that Yongun had emerged, Mukseong had defended, and both had fallen and were unable to get up.

Above all, the words of the swordsman. He was Hyeonhwa Jinin, the master of silence and one of the best masters of the Jeongpa.

Who would object if he said so?

The one who gave a standing ovation there was the crown prince.

“Excellent. The future of the sect is very beautiful.”

Along with his praise, the Undefeatable Demon Sword and the Naksanjin clan behind him, as well as the two heads of the families of Murong and Peng, began to applaud.

The applause was contagious. The other VIPs who had been making expressions of disapproval, as well as the other regular audience members, all began to applaud.

It was a worthy cause.

**

“Is that the end?”

“yes?”

“I don’t know what’s so special about it.”

“Huh?! It’s that swordsman! It’s that swordsman! I personally examined the Master’s body!”

“That would be a more appropriate reaction.”

“It was done.”

As he said that, Yong-un staggered and got up from the bed. The bandages wrapped around his entire body were squeezing his body tightly with his movements, and Seong-mu-ha was startled and stopped him.

“What, what are you doing! You still need to rest-”

“The next non-combatant is fighting Gyu-rin, so what’s the point of resting here? I know my body well.”

Yongwoon was a fool if he didn’t know his own body. It was true that he had severe external injuries along with internal injuries, but he was recovering.

It’s not like I’ll get stabbed directly. Just go and rest.

A commotion was heard outside the door. Yong-un, whose senses were still unstable, could only see who was in front of him after the door opened.

The door opened wide and what was visible was the Mengjian Group. Yongwoon’s eyes instantly turned fierce. Even though time had passed, he could recognize it right away. There was no way he wouldn’t recognize that disgusting face.

A good impression. An impression that was created.

‘Still, it hasn’t changed the fact that he’s doing that to my face.’

The moment the blind men turned their heads, Yongwoon put all his killing intent to rest. He tried to ignore his enemy and pass by.

It’s not time yet. Baeknyeo is more important right now. Meng Jian Dan paused for a moment while looking at Yongwoon, but Yongwoon didn’t look at him.

I tried to pass by with that thought in mind, but I stopped when I sensed the numerous groups behind the blind dog group, the chaos, the stretcher in the middle of it all, and the faint scent and energy.

“Urgent! An elixir! Bring me any second-grade elixir!”

“Damn it! I lost too much blood! Bloodsucking plant! Bloodsucking plant not yet!”

“My body is getting colder and colder…!”

Yongun froze.

It was Nam Gyu-rin.