Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 9



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The iron gate was noisy in the middle of the night. The whole building shook with a loud bang, and the members of the iron gate were startled by it and made a noise in confusion.

“You’re not killing me.”

I could tell just by listening to the sound. I had already roughly figured out the level and skills of my uncle and Cheolhakjae just by seeing them once.

Even considering everything including the surprise attack and weapons, it was taking a particularly long time.

The fight between Cheol-son-chaek, the head of the Cheolga clan and the younger brother of the head of the clan, and his nephew, Cheol-jae. Cheol-jae was buying himself plenty of time.

It was time for Yongwoon to heal Gaju.

Needles heated by fire and coated with medicinal herbs were embedded in various parts of the Iron Lord’s body. The Iron Lord, who was lying down with a pale appearance as if sleeping, was covered in cold sweat all over his body, and the space between his eyebrows was gradually narrowing.

Treating the internal injuries of a martial artist. Even if it is a detoxification, the patient’s stability is extremely important. If you touch the wrong acupoint, the internal injury is likely to become more serious, and if you do it wrong, you could even render the person disabled.

However, Yongwoon’s expression was extremely calm. Now that the world was shaken by the clash between the unmanned and the unmanned, he was no different from a clear mirror and still water.

‘I’ve treated patients in noisier places too.’

It was the same demon who had once spit right next to that damn old man when he literally destroyed a mountain and burst a river. At this point, it was no different from a breeze.

As time passed and the noise from the clash gradually died down and became quiet, a groan escaped from the iron master’s mouth.

“Ugh…”

“Are you of sound mind?”

Yongwoon asked calmly, spit between his eyebrows. Cheol Gaju, who flinched at the stinging pain, opened his eyes with difficulty.

It was hard for him to focus his eyes in the light that had not been there for a long time, but he quickly regained consciousness, as if he was indeed a famous warrior from Gwangseo.

“who…?”

“I am a doctor who has come to treat you. It has already been half a year since you lost consciousness.”

“half a year?”

“Yes. It’s common to say that it’s better not to overdo it, but unfortunately the current situation is not normal.”

The speed at which the blurred focus returned was fast. Ogijowon (五氣朝元). It was a wondrous recovery power that came from being a martial artist who had the five elements of nature embedded in his body.

Yongwoon briefly summarized the situation that was happening in the Iron House. The Iron House leader blinked to collect his thoughts, then closed his eyes tightly again.

“Sun Cheok ended up…”

“I guess it’s not something I didn’t know about.”

“No. It was all… my fault.”

There was a noise outside. This time it was close by.

The voices I had heard before were having a conversation.

It was a no-fault, no-iron policy.

A stern command to open the door and a refusal. A mixed atmosphere accompanied by the murderous sound of a sword being pulled out of its scabbard.

Clash. This collision shook the entire house. It was only natural. It happened right in front of our noses.

‘It seems that the Iron Lord can’t properly use his luck.’

Yun-gi-jo-sik. The act of circulating the energy inside the body and strengthening the internal energy must be done in a stable and unobstructed space. It was the same as acupuncture.

It was okay because the magician’s bedding technique was a skill that reached the heavens. If it wasn’t a divine skill that only a shaman could possess, there was no way that the Iron Lord could properly use his luck now that the energy waves were fluttering right before his nose.

That meant that the Iron Lord could not restore his original power. Half a year of absence was not enough to make up for it.

It was probably intentional, but Samhwachwijeong’s Cheolson-Cheok was fighting while randomly scattering his energy waves and killing spirits. It was a clever move to disrupt his brother’s luck while engaging in a fierce battle with Mu-Pyeong.

The iron master seemed to know that too. His eyes were wide open and not closed for the sake of luck.

Yongwoon, who had been thinking for a moment, asked Cheol Gaju.

“You know the situation. Can you give up three years of your life?”

Iron Man, who had been staring at the door, turned his head at Yongwoon’s sudden question.

“What does that mean?”

“Literally. I can restore up to sixty percent of my original strength using three years of the head of the household’s true energy. The time that Mu-pyeong gives me will be enough. Will you do it?”

True energy or innate energy can be said to be the source of existence and life that humans possess from the moment they are born. Literally, it is longevity and vitality.

The iron lord looked at Yongwoon as if he was looking at a monster.

“A genius? A member of the Demonic Cult?”

It was a reasonable suspicion. Usually, martial arts that utilize innate energy usually have terrible and vicious side effects. Human life force is on a different level in terms of power and danger than ordinary internal energy.

That is why most of those who deal with the innate spirits have no choice but to be magicians. Or they are the last resort for those who aim for the Donggwi Eojin.

“I hope you don’t insult my secret technique like that. It’s called So-un-saeng-gong (召殞生功). What should I do with it? Should I use it?”

The iron lord hesitated for a moment to respond to the unexpected suggestion that he was the innate guardian deity, but that only lasted for a moment.

Another clash. As the wave of energy flowed into the room, the resolve hardened.

“I will do it.”

The eyes of the iron man who raised his shaky body with his will were burning brightly. It was a spirit that was enough to make his emaciated body invisible.

“What can’t I do to protect my family?”

Yongwoon chuckled and put down his saliva.

“Sit cross-legged. There is no such thing as a knot. At some point, power will burst from your heart, so lead it well. If you try to block it, it will be easily blocked, so don’t try to block it.”

As the clash unfolded right before their eyes, there was a certain tension in the room. Of course, it was only the Iron House owner’s. Yongwoon was extremely calm.

“There are three hundred and eighty-nine qi and blood vessels in the human body. Among them, there are eight that control the innate qi. I will touch them.”

“…I will believe that it is a trustworthy secret. After all, it is a savior to my life.”

“I trust you. This is the second time the Iron Lord has used it.”

“hmm?”

Yongwoon closed his mouth. When he simultaneously touched two acupoints near Cheolgaju’s chest, Cheolgaju also closed his mouth. This was because he felt a hot heat coming from his middle-distance, that is, his heart.

It wasn’t a lie that Yongun was trustworthy. He was the one who created and personally used the Sounsaenggong.

The death of the demon. In that last bloody battle, the thing he used was the Sounsaenggong. At that time, he didn’t give three years like now, but his entire life.

Only by doing so was he able to defeat the two top-class Cheonyeong Gyeong masters at the level of Ogijowon.

Yongwoon’s fingers continued to move. The human unconsciousness that controls the innate energy. He opened the eight gates in charge of it.

Immediately,

Hwaaaaak!

The innate energy of the Iron Lord soared greatly. The intangible energy was so powerful that it could distort reality.

The fighting beyond the door even stopped for a moment due to the enormous energy that shook the entire room.

The skin of the iron man immediately became lively. At first glance, it seemed as if he was getting younger. However, Yongwoon knew that this liveliness was paradoxically calling for death.

It was a kind of returning light. So-un-saeng. It was literally a method of calling death and continuing life.

If things were left like this, the Iron Lord would surely die. Of course, since Yongwoon only wanted three years of life, his bleeding did not end.

In addition to the Palmun, he also stimulated several other acupoints located around it. Then, the energy of the Iron House, which was burning as if it was going to break the house, gradually diminished.

It wasn’t getting weaker. It was stabilizing.

The unconscious dam that controlled the innate energy opened and closed for a moment. However, the energy that had already poured out heated up the body of the Iron Lord, and soon the Iron Lord circulated that energy throughout his body.

“Okay.”

As Yongwoon got up from his seat, the door to the master’s room broke open.

Boom!

The one who flew into the room while spitting blood was Mu-pyeong. Beyond his body, who kept his loyalty at the risk of becoming a eunuch, was Cheol-sun-chaek, the uncle of Cheol-hak-jae, holding a sword.

Cheolsonchaek and Yongun’s gazes crossed. Yongun’s eyes drew a sharp line, and Cheolsonchaek’s eyes were filled with anger.

“I thought it was just a normal bug…”

Cheolsonchaek muttered, biting his lips. The life force enveloped Yongwoon’s entire body. Yongwoon snickered. Cheolsonchaek’s eyebrows twitched-

“Sun Ce.”

But there was no time to express that anger, because there was a powerful energy flowing out from Cheoljicheok right next to Yongwoon.

Woo-wook- The energy that had been wrapping around the Iron Lord’s body was sucked into his body. The Iron Lord’s eyes, which had been sitting cross-legged, opened wide and his eyes burned brightly.

He slowly got up. There was no sword in his hand, but Cheolsun Cheok could not swing his sword rashly.

“…Ouch.”

“older brother.”

The iron sword wasn’t the only thing in front of the house.

The whole family was already in an uproar because of Philosopher Jae, Cheolsun Cheok, and Moopyeong. All the members of the Guangxi Iron Family, who did not know English, gathered behind him.

It was a chaotic situation. The reason why the outside of the house was in disarray was not only because of Cheolson Cheok, Cheolhak Jae, and Moo-pyeong.

The remaining three-tenths of the Sega clan, which Cheolson Cheok had already drawn into his forces, were in a standoff with them.

The originally wide passage in front of the main hall was occupied by the forces of Cheolson Cheok. Beyond that, there were those who did not agree with his intentions.

However, all those who were fighting stopped fighting as soon as the door to the house was broken down, because the Iron Lord, who had been lying in bed for half a year, opened his eyes.

Yongwoon quietly dragged Mu-pyeong behind him. He really didn’t care about his reputation and was just trying to buy time. Yongwoon treated his internal injuries.

The two most lofty brothers of the Iron House looked at each other in silence. One had a sword, the other had none. The one with the sword had lost strength, but so did the one without it.

The iron master showed no anger. Instead, his eyes were filled with only sadness and regret. This was despite the fact that the villain who had subdued me for half a year was right in front of him.

Slowly, Gaju’s mouth opened.

“…Was the Apostle League that scary?”

Cheolson Cheok answered immediately.

“It’s scary. It’s really scary. Brother, I told you this half a year ago. The Guangxi Railway Company is a frog in a well. Even if you become the king of frogs, you can’t defeat the wolf.”

The eyes of Cheolsoncheok, who spoke like that, had a firm will. However, the firm will was not complete. Because the guilt, despair, and self-loathing that Yongwoon had seen on the first day were mixed in there.

“I am the only one who has gone to the martial arts world from this iron gate. If you had gone to the martial arts world, you would have felt the power of the Sado-ryeon. The likes of Ogi-jo-won… are widespread in the Central Plains. It is not a place where you can dare to deal with them!”

“Then what? Will the Jeongpa Alliance make a life-or-death decision with the Sadoryeon? Haven’t I told you this many times?”

“Then, if the central figure of the Apostolic Corps were to come to Guangxi and bow his head, would you do it?”

“…”

Cheol-sun-chaek did not answer Cheol-ji-chaek’s question. At that time, everyone around him, including Yong-un, could see why Cheol-sun-chaek had put his brother in critical condition.

An upright man who lived with chivalry and righteousness in mind. This was because he realized that he would not point a knife at Sadoryeon, but would not kneel to them either.

He cried out to the iron fence as if pleading.

“Brother! There is no such thing as justice in this world! There are only hypocrites who call themselves the righteous party but harass the people and blatant corrupt officials! How can you not know that?”

“As a martial artist, do you think I wouldn’t know that? There is just a line that cannot be crossed!”

“If we don’t cross that line, will the Cheolga clan be destroyed?”

Cheolsonchaek’s question. Cheoljichaek’s mouth stopped.

No one in the room opened their mouths. It was just a gloomy conversation between the two brothers.

Clang! The sword fell from Cheolsonchaek’s hand. Realizing that he could not defeat Cheoljichaek, he lowered his head. To Cheolsonchaek, who had never killed him and had no intention of killing him in the first place, there was no point in resisting any longer. They were only blood relatives.

He just muttered.

“In the end, what is right is broken…”