Episode 331: What is the poison?
The tension that had been building up as it flew in collided with the large sword.
Despite the loud noise and impact, the sword did not break.
“Don’t be afraid! The moment you are afraid, you die!”
The one who shouted was Hyeolcheondoma, and the one who blocked the tension by holding up the long sword like a shield was Seo Daeryong. The long sword he was using was the one Hyeolcheondoma had given him as a gift. It was the same long sword he had used when he was young.
“Okay, let’s go again!”
An even stronger tension was emitted from the hands of the Bloodthirsty Demon.
Seo Dae-ryong injected his inner strength into the great sword and placed it in front of him again.
Boom!
It was a stronger force than before, but it held its ground this time too.
Behind the standing path, Seo Dae-ryong felt fearful. Even with this attack, his arm felt like it would fall off. He thought that if a stronger attack came, he might die. What if his master overestimates him too much? Should he tell him that he can no longer stop him?
At that moment, the letters engraved on the blade of Tao entered Seo Dae-ryong’s eyes.
Peerless.
These were the words carved by the Bloody Heavenly Sword Master when he was young. I could feel the state of mind that the Master had when he practiced at the time. The determination not to lose to anyone was contained in those two words.
‘Yes, I’ll hold on! I’ll hold on even if my arms break!’
The moment I clenched my teeth and pulled up my stamina, a stronger tension came flying in.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The merciless tension flew in with greater force and clashed with the will of the Western Dragon.
After a while.
dripping.
At the sound of the sword being knocked on, Seodaeryong came to his senses and raised his head. Bloody Heavenly Horse was standing next to the sword and looking at him. Could it be that he had lost consciousness while standing?
“Are you alive?”
“I think so.”
Seo Dae-ryong’s face was pale and his arms were trembling.
“Did I stop it?”
“okay.”
I was so happy that I tried to raise both my hands and scream. My arms and my whole body were in so much pain that I couldn’t move. I thought I was going to die from the pain.
Bloodthirsty Doma pressed down on the handle of the sword that was blocking his way. Then the sword fell into the floor with a snap.
And after leaning against the Great Sword, he injected his inner energy into his chest to heal his injuries. If he had blocked it one more time, he would have really died then.
“Are you afraid the sword will break?”
“yes.”
Seo Dae-ryong answered honestly.
“It’s natural to be afraid. But you have to believe. You have to have faith that you can block any attack. The Myulcheonmado style is a martial art that begins and ends with that faith.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
Bloodthirsty Demon took out a pill from his bosom and handed it to Seodaeryong.
“Take it.”
“What is this?”
“It’s the Magic Circle.”
Seo Dae-ryong was surprised at the word “Majeongdan.” Majeongdan was one of the representative elixirs of the Demonic Cult. This was the elixir that Geommu-geuk had obtained from Socheon-dong.
“I asked the cult leader and got one specially for me.”
“Something so precious! No!”
Then, Blood Heavenly Swordmaster glared at Seodaeryong and spoke coldly.
“Then isn’t my disciple precious?”
For a moment, Seo Dae-ryong was startled.
“no!”
“Then take it.”
Although he was surprised and embarrassed, he could no longer refuse, so Seo Dae-ryong took the Magical Dan. He used his mind method to dissolve the magical Dan’s medicinal effects.
The energy of the magic dan flowing through the blood vessels became great internal energy and was concentrated in the danjeon.
Slowly opening his eyes, Seo Dae-ryong’s eyes deepened. A magnificent internal energy that was incomparable to before stirred in his danjeon. Seo Dae-ryong was so moved that he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. He thought he would never be able to take an elixir like the Magical Dan until he died.
Seo Dae-ryong stood up from his seat and bowed deeply to Hyeolcheon Doma.
“I will never forget the kindness you have shown me until the day I die.”
He gave me the sword he used when he was young, and now he has given me the magic sword. He truly regards me as his successor. It is the result of him getting drunk at a bar and grabbing hold of his trouser leg. He will not let go of that hand until he dies.
“You need to have this level of internal energy to handle the second half of the Heavenly Demonic Way. And the training from now on will be much harder and more difficult.”
“I will definitely do it.”
Knowing that his disciple was working hard while reducing his work and sleep, Hwangcheon Doma nodded with a proud look. If Seo Daeryong overcomes this crisis, he will join the ranks of true masters.
Two people left the training ground.
As the two people, each carrying a long sword on their backs, walked side by side, they created an overwhelming atmosphere.
“Has there been any news from the young leader yet?”
“I got word that you were coming back, but I don’t know exactly when you’ll arrive.”
Seo Dae-ryong wanted to see the Sword Dance Theater so badly. He wanted to see it so badly that it appeared in his dream a few days ago. He had to meet him quickly and brag about the fact that his master had given him the Demonic Sect.
At that time, the demon of Namdojong came and reported to Hyeolcheondoma.
“They say the young leader has arrived.”
Seo Dae-ryong’s expression brightened.
“Go and see.”
“yes.”
Seo Dae-ryong ran like the wind because he wanted to see the face before entering the temple.
In his haste, he did not notice that the face of Hyeolcheondoma was just as happy as his own.
Now, all I wanted to do was watch the sword dance.
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“Why is it so late?”
In response to Chwima’s question, Ilhwageomjon emptied his glass instead of answering.
“It’s nice to drink it after a long time.”
The two were drinking at the Chumongru in Daechurim.
“What about martial arts training? Are they coming from the Murim Alliance? Or is there something you can do to show off to some guy who’s good at using swords?”
Even if it weren’t for the rumor that Ilhwageomjon had fallen into a state of martial arts mastery, it was obvious from his behavior that would have been unimaginable in the past.
She had not even put on any makeup in front of the horse and was wearing only a pure white martial arts uniform, but now she was wearing a gray martial arts uniform with dirt on it. She had been practicing martial arts right up until just before coming here.
“He is called the Sword Master, so he must end things with the sword.”
“So why? Why all of a sudden?”
Ilhwageomjeon poured alcohol into his own glass.
“What’s the big deal about someone practicing martial arts?”
The words, ‘I’m embarrassed,’ were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to say them. That drunkard would probably ask me all sorts of questions, and I couldn’t give him an answer like that.
I was embarrassed about the things related to Saujong, and I was also embarrassed about the way I cared about my appearance. Thinking back on the past when I had conflicts with Hyeolcheon Doma, it was the same.
“Still, it’s nice to see.”
Ilhwageomjon’s mood improved at Chwima’s one word.
“I heard you’re cutting down on drinking and practicing these days?”
Chwima was not a drunkard who drank too much. Chwima’s eyes, which had begun to control his drinking, were different from before. He was not the type of person to drink alone while watching everyone else change.
“It’s all the leader’s fault.”
Ilhwageomjon smiled faintly. It was true. Not only himself, but the other demons had changed because of the small cult leader.
“Is it time to arrive?”
“It will come when it’s time to come.”
Ilhwageomjon could guess why Chwima was angry.
This time, Geommu-geuk took Ma-bul with him when he left the school. He must have secretly wanted Ma-bul to go with him. Wasn’t Ma-bul someone who supported the Grand Duke? You can see his disappointment dripping down his glass. He was good at talking nonsense when he drank, but he wasn’t the type of person to express his emotions like this.
‘Little Leader, I guess it’s because of you.’
Ilhwageomjon emptied his last glass and stood up.
“Why? Are you going to leave already?”
“I have to practice.”
“No! It’s been a while since I came here, so I’ll play some more.”
“Let’s do it next time. Today is an important training day.”
At those words, Chwima emptied his drink again.
“The religious leader abandoned me, and my friends abandoned me. Yes, my only friend is alcohol.”
Ilhwageomjon looked at the drunkard Samdae and said,
“Is that really so?”
Although he knew what she meant, Chwima didn’t look away from his glass.
The concubine who came to the two men reported politely.
“They say the young cult leader has returned.”
Chwima jumped up from his seat.
“Where are you going?”
“My younger brother went to Saewae and came back, so I should go and check it out.”
To Ilhwageomjon, those words sounded like this. Let’s go without me and see how well I did!
“Don’t go and cause trouble!”
“Anya, you’re going to get drunk there.”
The horse leapt up and crossed the lake on a watercraft.
Yes, everyone went back and forth between the sword dance and the school. It’s a shame that we never went out even though we were close friends.
Ilhwageomjon boarded the boat with Yeobin.
“Do you have a lot of hands?”
Yeo-bin, who was rowing, smiled faintly because she knew that he was talking about drinking.
Ilhwageomjon usually didn’t say anything to her, but today he had something he wanted to say. As a woman, and also because he cared about Chwima.
“I regret my past. Please don’t be like that.”
Although many of the words were omitted, Yeo-bin could tell what she was talking about.
The boat carrying the Ilhwa Sword quietly crossed the foggy lake.
* * *
Poisonous smoke rose from all over Cheondokrim.
Today was a special training day for the Cheon Dok Rim Doks.
Most of those who began training had one to three poison pouches on their waists.
Due to the nature of poison training, it was not possible to practice spraying poison from the outside like this often. There was nothing more dangerous than a weak poisoner. Therefore, when training was done, it was done under the strict control of seniors.
If they were poisoned, the seniors who had at least five poison sacs would immediately detoxify the poison. This was because if the poison smoke were to blow away in the wind, something terrible could happen. Detoxification is always more difficult than poisoning.
A little further away, in a space where poison was sprayed, they were practicing detoxification using various herbs prepared there. It was an extremely dangerous training where if you were late, you would lose your life. This place was directly supervised and managed by seniors who had more than seven poison sacs.
On the other side, training to throw poisoned weapons was in full swing. It was a must-learn technique before being able to use poison freely. The senior instructing them was telling them the reason why the most poisoned people die. The number one cause of death for poisoned people is dying from their own poison!
After one training session, all the Germans gathered together.
The Poison King stepped forward before them.
“In real combat, when the drones confront us, there are two reactions. They either run away without looking back, or rush at us fiercely. They only think about killing us before they can spray their poison. Since they attack while holding their breath, most of them are hit without even being able to use their poison properly. Even if they do well, they are just a bunch of fools.”
The Poison King standing before the Germans was completely different from his usual appearance. At least for this moment, he had come out of his own world and was leading his subordinates.
The meaning of the twelve pouches on his waist is not well known to the rookies. The more pouches there are, the greater the respect.
“The most important martial arts for a German are neither poison techniques nor secret techniques. They are the method of defense and lightness. When someone chases you, you must run away while poisoning them, and when they run away, you must be able to chase them faster. You must avoid an opponent who swings his sword while holding his breath. Your life depends on the fight at that moment. Do you understand?”
A loud reply came from the Germans.
“Okay, then let’s begin training.”
Then the senior Germans came out and started practicing the Dharma and lightness exercises.
The Poison King stood silently and watched the training.
Then the merchant came and reported.
“The young cult leader has returned… … .”
Before he could finish speaking, the Poison King was no longer there. It was the moment when everyone got to see for themselves what kind of lightness the Poison King had.
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I stood still and took a deep breath.
There is a unique smell to our school. When I come back after being away from school and smell this smell, I feel relieved and think, I am finally back.
The first person to greet us was Seo Dae-ryong.
“Your Majesty!”
If it were just the two of us, I would have run to you and hugged you without hesitation.
Seo Dae-ryong came with a polite face and greeted me.
“Did you have a nice trip?”
“How have you been, sir?”
The truth flew into my mind.
-I missed you! Please take me with you next time!
-Who guards the Hwangcheon Pavilion?
―You’ll get by just fine without me! I’ll follow you no matter what! I told you clearly!
-Okay, let’s go. Cross the room filled with blood poison and thousands of poisonous snakes, and pass through a place where a giant demon is about to step on you and burst you. You should enjoy the tension of your shadow suddenly rising and trying to kill you.
―… … .
―… … .
– It’s a shame, but I have to protect Hwangcheon-gak. No organization can run without me.
How can I not know? His heart that wants to go out with me. How much he must miss those days when we went to the Little Dragon Temple together. So hurry up and become stronger, my right arm!
If the first person to welcome me was Seo Dae-ryong, the first person to welcome Ma-bul was Dok-wang.
He came running like the wind and landed in front of us. He asked Mabul urgently.
“My poison! Where did you get the poison?”
I said, blocking the way of the Poison King.
“I’m back. I’ve safely returned from the life-threatening mission!”
The Poison King pushed me aside and looked at Mabulman.
Even Ma-bul’s eyes, which were facing him, were lively. Wasn’t it Ma-bul who had suffered so much for this moment?
“Here it is.”
Mabul put down the box he was holding. The Poison King squatted down in front of it, and I and Seodaeryong also squatted down to watch it.
I slowly opened the box and there were poisonous plants lined up in a row.
“Oh! You’ve dug up so many? From the cold poisonous grass to the English Buddha grass! This small poisonous grass is really hard to dig up. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
The Poison King was overjoyed. It wasn’t like, “Let’s show the Poison King that we’ve dug it up and are happy.” He was truly and sincerely happy that he had found the poisonous plant.
How could Ma-Bul neglect his work of digging up poisonous plants?
“It’s truly a gift from heaven.”
“You were lucky.”
Only then did the Poison King glance at me.
“What did you can?”
I wish I could answer that I was more surprised by the look in her eyes that said she had no expectations at all.
I said, pointing to one of the poisonous plants that the Poison King had canned.
“I was the one who suggested digging up that mountain when you dug that up. If it weren’t for me… … .”
The Poison King did not even listen to my pitiful words and started to gather up the boxes one by one and spoke to Ma-bul.
“Come eat some food later!”
“Let’s do that.”
The gazes of the Poison King and the Demon King met in the air. I shouted in the meantime.
“I’ll go too!”
But the Poison King left without even answering.
The face of Ma-bul, who was looking at the back of the Poison King, showed no trace of the hard work he had put in to dig up the poisonous weed.
“I knew this would happen. Just give me one root. You ruthless Ma-Bul-Lord!”
Then someone spoke from behind.
“Then next time, make sure to go out with someone you like.”
When I looked back, I saw that Chwima was walking towards me.
Then Mabul spoke to me with a meaningful look in his eyes.
“Now it’s your turn to show off.”
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