Side Story Episode 85. Demon and Jeong (3)
“Hwaam!”
The sight of the young man stretching out with a languid yawn was quite a sight to behold.
His upper body, wearing nothing, was skinny. The long arms that were attached precariously to the torso with the ribs fully exposed looked like the front legs of a praying mantis.
“so.”
The sight of him picking his ears with his fingertips was the very act of carelessness.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“That’s enough.”
Unlike the man who looked like a beggar, the old man in full clothes smiled softly and drank tea.
The old man’s name is Yeondeung.
He was Jasodaema, who was said to be one of the most powerful figures in Protestantism.
And the identity of the old man who proudly treated such a great demon was none other than Baekheon, one of the ten demon kings.
There is no particular hierarchy among the Teenage Demon Lords. Officially, that was the case.
However, in today’s Protestant church, which has become a hotbed of corruption, laws and rules have long since been changed to suit the tastes of those in power.
Baekheon, the Glow-Blooded God Demon, was an expert who competed for the highest level among the Ten Demon Lords, and was possessed of power as great as his strength. Although he does not enjoy coming forward, in reality, he is the one who receives more bribes and entertainment than anyone else.
“Anyway, I didn’t know you had this side.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you care so much about your dead illegitimate child? “To be honest, I was surprised that they even let that son of a bitch back to our school.”
Yeondeung’s smile deepened.
“Is that possible?”
“hmm?”
“I am not a gentle person enough to share the affection of my flesh and blood with a simpleton who came out of the crotch of a lowly woman.”
Baekheon chuckled.
“I knew it would be like that. Then why did you care so much? “I heard that you also taught me the Blood Blood Demonic Art.”
“It was an experiment.”
“Experiment?”
“For a piece of trash, his talent wasn’t that good. “But as far as his body goes, he is surprisingly strong.”
Yeondeung drank tea again.
Every single thing he did was very sophisticated. He seemed like someone who had studied etiquette all his life.
“I have not yet realized the true meaning of the Bloody Demonic Attack. So I did a lot of experiments on his body. He was an incredibly strong guy, from his veins to his blood vessels… … . “He never thought he would lose like this.”
“therefore.”
Baekheon tilted his head.
“So to speak, this was not revenge on those who killed your relatives, but punishment on those who damaged your belongings?”
“exactly. And kinda… … “Isn’t that right?”
“what?”
Yeondeung smiled brightly.
“He may be trash, but he still has my blood mixed in with him. They say that a bunch of people who were worse than bugs worked together to kill that guy. Are you going to just let it go and use it?”
“… … .”
“Even dogs are told to touch their owners, but they have crossed the line.”
Baekheon chuckled.
“It’s like you.”
This was the reason why people were afraid of Jasohemp.
Jasodaema always treated people with a smile. He never lost his smile whether he was dealing with allies, enemies, superiors or subordinates.
And he laughed even when he killed people.
A person with unimaginable cruelty and madness that does not match his smiling face. A devil who has little interest in power, but is willing to use any inhumane means to get what he wants.
“But.”
Yeondeung tilted his head.
“Will things be resolved?”
“What kind of settlement do you mean?”
“I taught you how to get rid of smokeless scent and even blocked the information. “If you do this wrong, it could come back as a blowout that you can’t handle.”
Baekheon shrugged his shoulders.
“Did you see me as reckless enough to do something I couldn’t handle?”
“hmm.”
“Do you know why people chase power?”
“I think it might be because of a sense of superiority.”
“Of course there is that too. So, is that feeling of superiority simply a feeling that comes from manipulating others?”
“I don’t know.”
Baekheon’s eyes deepened.
“The reason power is good is because it guarantees freedom from discipline.”
“Hmm?”
“The greater the power, the greater the freedom. And once you reach the pinnacle of power, you can dictate the rules and laws as you please. “I eliminate things that are disadvantageous to me and create things that benefit me.”
“… … .”
“I am not the most powerful person in this school. That can’t be possible. However, it has enough power to quell the dissatisfaction of the Ministry of Information, which it controls arbitrarily.”
Baekheon hit the teacup with his finger.
Pusss.
The teacup turned into powder, and soon the tea inside vaporized, giving off a strong scent.
“Isn’t that why you came to see me?”
Yeondeung’s eyes were curved like a crescent moon.
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“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Even if it’s information control, the fact that it showed the enemy how to eliminate Unyeonhyang… … .”
“… … .”
“Who were you holding hands with?”
A faint smile appeared on Baekheon’s lips.
Yeondeung looked around.
Baekheon’s residence boasted such splendor that it could be said to be the room where the emperor of a country lives.
There were works of art everywhere, and one wall was entirely covered in gold.
The frame of the huge bed was also plated with gold and had large and small jewels studded here and there.
The table and chairs the two were sitting on were luxury goods made of the highest quality wood, and the tea cup that had just been powdered was also porcelain made by a world-class master.
‘No matter how many bribes I take, it would be difficult to make it up like this.’
Just disposing of the items in this room would generate five years of public funds for a decent sect. It was truly the end of luxury.
“Is it Homa Sangdan?”
“… … .”
“I guess so. “In order to put an end to the evil spirits, I have no choice but to give them swords.”
Yeondeung’s eyes deepened.
“Isn’t it dangerous? I don’t even know who they are… … .”
“Isn’t that none of your business?”
I could feel the insidiousness in the languid voice.
Yeondeung shook his head.
“It’s none of your business. However, since I am in the position of providing help, I hope that you will consider it as advice and not advice and accept it.”
“… … .”
“Dark money whose source is unknown is bound to cause problems. “It is not the money itself that causes the problem, but the hole through which the money comes out.”
Lotus Lantern smiled.
“Isn’t a body burned late bound to cause an epidemic? “It would be better to sort it out quickly if possible.”
Baekheon’s eyes became sharp.
“I didn’t know you were so knowledgeable about the world that you could even give me advice.”
“I don’t know about power, but I’ve seen a lot of people fall.”
Yeondeung stood up from his seat.
“Is there anyone else who would be this grateful? As the person who gave me the grace goes on for a long time, I will have to ask for favors again and I will have something to help with. In other words, wouldn’t Gwanghyeol wouldn’t have listened to my request if it wasn’t beneficial?”
Baekheon’s eyes softened.
“If you have a favor to ask, please let me know anytime.”
Yeondeung said with a smile.
“If you need sharpening, please let me know anytime. “I will try to resolve it somehow within my power.”
“Mutual aid. Good, me too.”
“I’ll just go and see.”
“How about stopping by the palace before you go?”
“If it’s a palace… … ?”
“You mean Gyojujeon?”
“… … !”
For the first time, the smile disappeared from Yeondeung’s face.
Baekheon stood up and turned around. Then the beautiful Sibi draped a long cloth over his thin shoulders.
“You even visit me sometimes, but that was so insensitive. “I wonder if the religious leader would be upset.”
“… … .”
“Please stop by and have a drink. “It will be good for you too.”
“… … “I will keep that in mind.”
Baekheon chuckled and wrapped his arm around Sibi’s shoulder.
“Okay, let’s go to the pond and play again. “Call the kids.”
“Yes, master.”
He was truly living in the forest.
A person who lives crazy about money, women, drinking, singing and dancing.
However, Yeondeung could see that Baekheon’s martial arts skills had improved even more than just a few months ago. This is because his once clear state of martial arts has now become blurred.
‘A tiger pretending to be a fox.’
Yeondeung turned around.
‘Even if I were given a thousand dollars, I wouldn’t want to live like that.’
* * *
Last night, ten seriously injured people died.
There was no other way to take action. Fortunately, the three remaining people were able to survive thanks to Yang Baek-ho’s order for a day’s rest.
Fortunately, their symptoms were improving quickly. As long as you don’t overdo it anymore, you will be able to recover without any problems.
That was the problem. That you should not overdo it.
‘I guess I’ll have to send it back.’
With the rest, my burning will to fight has subsided a lot.
Now was the time to move quickly and stealthily. In many ways, it was not good to carry the injured person at such a moment.
After assessing the strength of the remaining group, Lee Cheon-sang immediately sat cross-legged.
He also had significant injuries. However, thanks to the tremendous resilience of the Geumgang Yasha magic, his life was much more manageable than others.
‘There’s no need to focus on recovery.’
The demonic spirit gained momentum and was repairing itself.
Instead of focusing on recovery, Lee Cheon-sang looked back at his martial arts skills.
‘It didn’t go as well as I thought.’
Geumgang Horse Winning, Yacha Blood Field, and Bukcheon Ma Hyebo based on Geumgang Yacha Magic Gong.
Clearly, the three martial arts combined seamlessly in practice as if they were one.
But Lee Cheon-sang wanted more.
It was clear that he needed to become stronger, but there was a limit to how strong he could be through simply training.
Growing in practice. There is no better training than testing your martial arts skills against an opponent with clear hostility.
‘Heavy blood… … .’
He had memorized all the seasons of the Jaso Daemon and the nine verses of the Blood Blood Demon Gong.
It was a martial art that was too precious to just forget. When looking at the teachings and teachings, Bokhyeol Magic Gong was an in-depth martial arts that was not inferior to Geumgang Yacha Magic Gong.
However, because their characteristics were so different from each other, it was nearly impossible for Lee Cheon-sang, who was based on Geumgang Yacha Demonic Art, to use the martial arts of Blood Blood Magical Arts.
‘Still, I thought I could use its power.’
The explosive magic attack was a fierce and destructive magic attack.
Although he has a problem with endurance, he boasts such great strength that it is not thought that it is a problem. In other words, it was a magic attack suitable for attacking the enemy in a short period of time, and it was a martial art that I could be defeated if I did not succeed in it.
Lee Cheon-sang dug into that very point.
What if the power of the Explosive Blood Demonic Gong can be wrapped around the Geumgang Yacha Demonic Gong?
What if we could remove the endurance issue and only utilize outstanding power? So wouldn’t it be possible to become stronger than now?
‘It’s possible.’
Lee Cheon-sang was sure. This is because he interpreted almost all of the magic tricks.
‘But it’s dangerous.’
It had to be that way. This was because the explosive magic attack required tremendous durability of the body.
If you are a skilled magician from the beginning, if you throw out that violent and explosive energy now, your blood vessels and blood vessels will be completely destroyed, and you may become crippled or, in extreme cases, die.
‘then.’
In Lee Cheon-sang’s half-enlightened eyes, he saw a red nightshade stuck in the ground.
‘Couldn’t we leave that violent flow to the weapons?’
It was nonsense. In the first place, in order to extract internal energy and release energy, the only way is to transmit it from my body.
but.
‘Is it possible to create a passage in the diseased organs that allows the blood of the human body to play the same role?’
Unconventional thoughts that no one has ever thought of, deepening concerns.
The eastern sun was already rising.
From afar, Yang Baek-ho called the monarchs.
Lee Cheon-sang rose from his cross-legged position, and there was a faint expression of anticipation on his face.
“… … “It’s not impossible.”
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