< Episode 42: Poisonous Man (3) >
-Snap! Pop!
Thick drops of blood dripping from Mo Qingyun’s palm.
King Baek Sa-ha, who was staring at this with disbelief, opened his mouth.
“Sweetheart. “Do you know what you just said?”
“well.”
“The fact that your blood is poison means that you have reached a level that even Nobu could not reach. Do you think that makes sense?”
Only 17 years old.
It is still too early to be called a young person.
Are you saying that he has reached a level that even he, who has practiced poison throughout his life, could not reach?
It was something I could never admit.
Mok Kyung-un smiled and said to him.
“Do you think it would be that difficult for someone who is said to be the greatest poisoner to just drink his own blood? “Seeing how you deny it every word.”
“what? “Who is this guy now?”
“If you do it, let’s taste it. “It’s not that difficult.”
Hearing Mo Gyeong-un’s words, Baek Sa-ha, the King of Island Poisons, narrowed his eyes.
If the guy’s blood was truly poisonous, he could only say it was truly shocking.
Baek Sa-ha hesitated for a moment and then stretched out his hand.
He then grabbed Mo Gyeong-un’s wrist and pulled it, letting the blood flowing from his palm drop into his mouth.
-Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Mo Gyeong-un’s blood wets his tongue.
The moment this touched his tongue, Baek Sa-ha’s eyes widened.
‘!?’
He had lived with poison his whole life.
The moment he tasted blood, he was able to instinctively realize it.
‘This······.’
It had to be poison.
A complex taste that spreads with a burning sensation the moment it touches the tongue.
This taste, of being one and yet able to feel numerous changes, was a type of poison he had never experienced before.
‘What the hell is this…’
It was no exaggeration to say that Baek Sa-ha’s ability to detect poison was at the highest level.
But he couldn’t tell what kind of poison it was.
The word is evidence that it was not formed by poisoning, but that the blood itself was poisoned.
“under······.”
An exclamation flowed from Baek Sa-ha’s mouth.
Even he, who preserved the poison in his body with the Permanent Sutra, could not have poisoned his blood itself.
However, Mo Gyeong-un’s blood was truly poisonous.
That means,
“······German.”
Mok Gyeong-un had truly reached the point of becoming a poisonous person.
Baek Sa-ha stared at Mo Kyung-un’s face with shocked eyes.
What on earth is this guy?
How did such a brat reach a level of mastery that even he, who had been practicing for decades, could not achieve?
Because it was beyond the realm of understanding, I was filled with questions.
Baek Sa-ha, who had been speechless for a long time, finally opened his mouth.
“How…how did you reach the level of a German?”
“What on earth does it mean to be German?”
“······What is a German?”
“yes.”
Mok Gyeong-un’s question made me feel a pain in the back of my head.
This guy had no idea what level he had reached.
It was beyond absurd.
“Are you trying to have fun with the old man?”
“I’m not joking, I’m just asking because I really don’t know.”
“under······.”
“Is it because my blood is poison?”
To Mo Gyeong-un’s question, Baek Sa-ha clicked his tongue and answered.
“okay. People themselves are poisonous. “That is the state of being a German.”
“iced coffee. Is that so?”
Mok Gyeong-un’s attitude of answering as if it was no big deal made Baeksaha feel embarrassed and jealous.
How could a kid like this achieve so easily what he himself couldn’t achieve even though he worked hard?
‘It’s so vain.’
I can’t believe that a kid who can’t learn poison or even use poison properly has reached the level of a poisoner.
It felt like all my efforts so far were in vain.
It literally feels like I found a pearl necklace hanging around a pig’s neck.
“······good. Don’t change the question. How did the blood become poisonous? “You will know the answer to this yourself.”
“what. “That’s right.”
“If you do it, teach me.”
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“Do you mean how?”
“okay.”
Hearing his answer, Mok Kyung-un scratched his head and let out a groan of worry.
“Hmm.”
“Do you not want to teach me?”
“From what I heard, it sounds like you really want it.”
“Is it all you want? “This is Nobu’s long-cherished wish.”
“is that so?”
“okay. So tell me what you know. “If you do that, I will teach you proper poison techniques so that you can utilize that poison.”
“The conditions are not bad.”
“under! Not bad conditions? Hey. “If you learn poison techniques from Nobu, you will be called the best among the later masters.”
“Is it that much?”
“That’s right.”
This is a tree cultivation practice that has already reached the level of mastery.
He had enough qualifications to climb up to the 8th floor of the Pamadok Sutra if he were to teach.
But then something completely unexpected came out of Mok Kyung-un’s mouth.
“Can we change the conditions a little bit?”
“what?”
“It’s not that difficult.”
Baek Sa-ha clicked his tongue again at Mo Gyeong-un’s words.
He is the one with the liver sticking out of his stomach and is now trying to make a deal with him because he thinks he is the one who is disappointed.
“······What do you want?”
“It’s not that difficult. “The elder just told me what I wanted to know…”
It was that moment.
“Ugh.”
At that time, Baek Sa-ha grabbed her chest.
Then his eyes became bloodshot and he looked at Mo Kyung-un with a puzzled expression.
‘This… what the hell…’
The reason Baek Sa-ha was embarrassed was simple.
It was because I felt pain burning from my chest.
Baeksaha was able to immediately find out where this pain came from.
‘Nonsense.’
This was a phenomenon that occurred due to poisoning.
The white death was absurd.
He reached the level of poison attack and had the ability to neutralize other poisons penetrating the body with the hundreds of poisons he had in his body.
however,
“Cluck… Cluck…”
Dark red blood flowed from his mouth.
Baek Sa-ha’s eyes shook violently.
“How can this be…”
It was absurd.
Does it make sense that the so-called King of Island Poisons is a poison that cannot be neutralized?
[Serious? This is it?]
At that moment, I remembered what Mok Gyeong-un had said about dying.
He made people feel uncomfortable by talking about his dispatch to Germany as if it was no big deal.
However, I realized that I was dying from a poison that was spreading rapidly.
‘Did this guy… really mean it?’
It wasn’t a bravado to stimulate oneself.
Baeksaha hurriedly chanted the Perm Poison Sutra and attempted to neutralize the poison of the Mok Sutra that had penetrated into the five organs and six parts and spread further.
-Sssssss!
Dark red steam flowed from his shoulders.
It was a phenomenon that occurred while relieving poison.
Because he had deep inner strength, he was somehow able to release the poison, even though it was late.
But the problem lay elsewhere.
-Pakak!
“Oops!”
Baek Sa-ha, who was praying for fortune, grabbed the back of her neck.
“Elderly?”
“Off.”
Mo Kyung-un looked at him in confusion.
Still, even though he is a master of poison, is he able to eliminate his own poison on his own? I was watching, but something was strange.
Baek Sa-ha’s eyes were becoming cloudy as she clutched the back of her neck.
Something seemed wrong.
‘Hmm.’
Mo Kyung-un tried to lay Baek Sa-ha down to check her condition.
however,
-Knock knock knock!
‘huh?’
The legs that are in the lotus position do not relax.
No, it’s not that it just didn’t go away. It’s because I’ve been in this position for a long time, so the bones and muscles in my lower body have become quite weak.
Mok Gyeong-un placed his hand on the acupuncture point there.
‘······Is this why you kept sitting?’
By touching the acupoint, Mok Gyeong-un learned Baek Sa-ha’s secret.
It seemed as if paralysis occurred as the miasma in the acupuncture points of his lower body collided with the miasma of the body and the flow was blocked.
‘Have you been preventing the poison from flowing back?’
So it seemed like I just kept sitting.
Mu Qingyun slowly climbed up Baek Sahe’s acupuncture point.
The poison seemed to have flowed back through the main acupuncture points along the path through which the true energy moves and reached the brain.
The cause is probably,
‘Is it my blood?’
In order to relieve Mokyungun’s blood, that is, the new poison, the true energy in the body was further dispersed, but it seemed that it was unable to prevent the backflow of the poison.
‘What should I do with this?’
If left alone, he would either become a vegetative state or die.
At this time, I didn’t know if there would be some promise if I could help prevent the miasma flowing back by infusing it with real energy, but the problem is,
‘Could it be a scam?’
Your own morale actually causes your true energy to dissipate.
Rather, it could have had the opposite effect.
While he was thinking about what to do, he heard the voice of a young man in his ear.
-Do you have a monthly list?
-yes?
-The one called Cheonjidan.
-Oh, that? I carry it with me.
Mok Gyeong-un, who could not see any effect even if he ate it because he had not mastered the energy of health, just wrapped it in his pocket and carried it around.
-okay. Put the Moon Myeong Dan in the mouth of an old sentient being and try to stop the poison that has reached the bloodstream of his brain.
-A miasma that went up to the brain?
Mu Kyung-un looked at the back of Baek Sa-ha’s neck.
Then, I immediately removed the hand that was holding the back of my neck and placed my finger on the acupuncture point that connects to the brain.
-Sigh!
And then the ceremony of putting on clothes was performed.
The poisonous energy that had been rising through the ritual of concentrating on one finger was concentrated into one point and soon entered through Mok Gyeong-un’s finger.
“Cough.”
At that moment, Baek Sa-ha, who had lost consciousness, came to his senses.
“Are you awake?”
“You… how are you?”
Mok Gyeong-un said to him who did not know English.
“I think it would be difficult to help you directly, so let’s do something with this.”
“what?”
-Okay!
Mo Gyeong-un immediately put the Heaven and Earth Dan into Baek Sa-ha’s mouth.
‘This?’
Baeksaha, who put this in his mouth, instinctively realized that this was an elixir.
Even so, the current flow of true energy was broken while relieving the poison of Mokgyeongun, so it was impossible to stop the poison flowing back.
Baek Sa-ha, who was in no position to hide anything,
-gulp!
It swallowed the heaven and earth just like that.
As it was certainly an elixir that Cheonjihoe was proud of, the moment I swallowed it, I could feel the hot energy gradually spreading out as it went down my esophagus.
Originally, he was supposed to use it to make it his own, but
‘Push out.’
Baeksaha had to use the energy of the elixir to push back the miasma flowing back.
If I didn’t do that, I might not end up paralyzed from the waist down, but my entire body would become paralyzed and I might end up in a vegetative state.
-Ssssss!
It was at a time when Baek Sa-ha was struggling with the energy of the elixir.
Mok Kyung-un muttered as he looked at him.
“It’s strange. I don’t know why I’m fighting poison. “You just have to accept it.”
‘!?’
At that moment, Baek Sa-ha’s eyes shook strongly.
* * *
About 50 years ago.
Young Baek Sa-ha knelt down and asked the middle-aged man who was lighting incense.
[What on earth do I have to do to reach the eighth level of the Permanent Poison Sutra?]
[······.]
[Are you not going to answer? father.]
The middle-aged man was none other than Baek Yu, Baek Sa-ha’s father and the founder of the Baek family.
He was a man who overturned the orthodox belief of the martial arts community that the Sacheondang family and the Guyang family could not be defeated with poison.
As Yeon Jong-jong, the head of the Sacheon Dang family at the time, died at his hands, the Jungwon Martial Arts recognized Baek Yu as the new Grand Master of Doggong.
The Permanent Poison Sutra (波魔魔毒經) is a poison technique created by Baek Yu, the founder of the Baek Family, and has become a season of fame along with the Tang Family’s Mancheonhwagyeong Sutra and the Ouyang Family’s Harmony Technique.
However, the process of learning this Permanent Sutra was not easy, and as one went up each level, it became more difficult to attain enlightenment, so except for Baek Yu, the creator, none of the sons reached the 8th level, which is called Geukseong.
The same was true for Baek Sa-ha, who was the second son but became the eldest son.
[Isn’t the eighth level of the Permanent Sutra impossible without the Father?]
[······.]
Baekyu has no answer.
The reason he did this was because this was the shrine where his eldest son’s memorial tablet was placed.
The eldest son, Baek Seong-ha, who was practicing the 8th layer of the Permanent Poison Sutra, died due to reflux of poison, which blocked blood flow to the brain and paralyzed his entire body.
[Please tell me. father.]
[······.]
[If this continues, won’t I also lose my life like my brother while trying to learn the eight layers?]
After the young Baeksaha lost his older brother, he became skeptical about learning the Permanent Sutra.
The eldest son lost his life and the third brother became paralyzed from the waist down.
The only one who was okay was himself, but no matter how much he thought about it, this Pamadoggyeong was a martial art that no one other than his father Baekyu, the founder, could have learned.
[Pamadoggyeong is the path to becoming a poison.]
[Are you saying that again?]
[The ultimate definition of poison is to become poison yourself.]
[By what means? From the moment I learned the poison technique, I have to live in a state of constant tension, unable to sleep properly. How on earth can a person become poisonous?]
[You just have to comply.]
[······What on earth is that compliance?]
[I don’t understand it now, and I know that this father is very dissatisfied. However, you have no choice but to realize it yourself.]
[······.]
‘Conformity… compliance… that bastard compliance…’
Such vague advice even to my son.
As a result, one son died and another son became disabled. Is this the way it is?
Baeksaha made a promise to himself after that day.
Rather than doing the unreasonable thing of following in his father’s shadow, he decided to pioneer his own path.
33 years later.
[haha···.]
Baek Sa-ha is breathing heavily while wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.
He couldn’t help but be shocked when he got injured in a one-on-one match with someone for the first time in nearly ten years.
I had never competed with Hoeju, who was said to be the best expert in Cheonjihoe.
However, there was a time when he competed directly in a friendly fight with Ho Tae-gang, one of the five kings who received the title of Eight Saints and the King of the Five Kings who overcame the wall.
Even though I felt a certain amount of gap back then, I have never felt this much helplessness.
‘How can this be?’
Even King Pabu, who had climbed over the wall, could not take his poison head-on.
This is because they know the danger of the power of poison.
However, the person collided with him head-on, sending away all of the indiscriminate poison mist.
Poison that could not be reached had no effect on the person.
‘A high-level technique of flower grafting that even toxins can be easily shed.’
This was only possible if Jinki was treated like breathing.
‘Ghost sword (ghost sword)······.’
This guy was truly a monster.
I was almost feeling ashamed of myself.
However, due to this confrontation, Baeksaha realized his shortcomings.
If you can’t handle truth in detail like this person, you can’t go any further.
So he refined himself again.
If I could manipulate my vitality minutely and be able to move as freely as breathing, I might be able to succeed in reaching the 8th level of Permanent Sutra, which I had given up on.
However, his judgment could be said to be half right and half wrong.
Baeksaha, confident that he could handle the true energy as precisely as breathing, challenged himself to the 8th level of the Permanent Sutra.
The 8th floor, where only Baek Yu, the founder and father, succeeded.
I was confident that I would succeed this time.
but,
[Off.]
Baek Saha did not reach the level of the 8th floor.
Since I was able to handle the true energy in detail, I tried to achieve harmony with the miraculous energy.
However, the lower body became paralyzed due to the reverse flow of poison.
He became like his third brother.
‘······Is the polarity of the Permanent Sutra impossible?’
In the first place, the level of German might have been impossible for anyone other than his father, who was a great master.
Baek Sa-ha, who was paralyzed from the waist down, went into seclusion under the pretext of three years of mourning.
The goal was not to achieve the 8th layer of the Pamado Sutra.
I just hoped that I could suppress the refluxing miasma and return my paralyzed lower body to its original state.
But even now it has remained stagnant.
‘Do I have to live like this with half my body disabled?’
He was becoming more and more tired.
however,
[It’s strange. I don’t know why I’m fighting poison. You just have to accept it.]
The moment I heard Mok Gyeong-un’s words, I suddenly remembered what my father Baek Yu had said.
[You just have to comply.]
‘Compliance?’
It was the exact moment when I remembered those words.
Baeksaha released the miasma that had been regurgitating and the miraculous energy that had been blocking it.
And I discarded everything I had thought about separating it.
OK,
-Gooooooo!
The true nature and venom of Baekshahe, which could not mix like water and oil, began to blend together.
Then,
-What a mess! Damn it!
Cracks appeared on Baek Sa-ha’s skin.
The phenomenon is,
-The old sentient being is lucky. He’s going through a complete transformation.
This was just as the young man said.
Bone metamorphosis.
His body was transforming to accommodate his new awareness.
A body worthy of the 8th level of the Permanent Poison Sutra that I had longed for.
It didn’t take very long.
Baek Sa-ha’s body was already fully prepared.
I was just forcibly blocking it.
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