The 53rd variable is the envoy.
“haha.”
The heavy breathing of Seodaeryong, who was lying on the ground, spread out toward the night sky.
The moon that had been floating high up was nowhere to be seen. It was a practice session that started before dinner after work, but it was now well past midnight.
‘I finally did it!’
He swung the sword a thousand times again, even though he felt like he couldn’t swing it even once. Swinging this heavy sword two thousand times in one day.
Seo Dae-ryong couldn’t believe what he had accomplished. Of course, his posture would have collapsed later, but he gritted his teeth and swung.
He wanted to get up and go home, but Seo Dae-ryong couldn’t move. He was so sleepy.
Seo Dae-ryong had a dream.
The sword dance was in danger, surrounded by enemies. At that very moment, the enemies rushed at the injured man.
The pottery extended like lightning and swept away the enemies. The enemies swept by the pottery turned into blood cakes and disappeared.
Then, just like a plum blossom falling gracefully, he came down between his enemies and the swordsmanship. Now that he had become the greatest master of Taoism, he was holding a large sword like a bloody sword.
He looked back at the sword dance and asked with a faint smile.
“Are you okay, sir?”
A satisfied smile appeared on the lips of the sleeping Seo Dae-ryong.
“Right arm! You came!”
At the end of the sword dance, which was full of emotional emotion, Seo Dae-ryong turned towards his enemies and spoke coolly.
“I’m here, so rest! Get a good night’s sleep!”
Then a familiar voice was heard from somewhere.
“Why don’t you just get up now?”
Seo Dae-ryong instinctively ignored those words and turned around. He didn’t want to wake up from such a pleasant dream. The dream of becoming a master and traveling the world was also his real dream.
Seo Dae-ryong continued to sleep.
After saving the beauties who were in danger in his dream, he set sail together. He woke up with a happy smile as he watched the women fight each other to monopolize his love. Among them was his junior, Jo Hyang.
It was the first time in my life that I woke up smiling like this.
I felt so good. I didn’t want to get up… … But where am I?
A strange ceiling.
No, it wasn’t completely unfamiliar.
‘no way?’
Seo Dae-ryong suddenly sat up and screamed.
“Ugh!”
Aside from the pleasant dream, my whole body ached as if it was going to break. It felt like someone had been beating me with a club all night.
Seo Dae-ryong looked around.
‘Here?’
It was the very same bedroom where he had drunk alcohol and slept.
‘Oh my God! Why am I sleeping here?’
I remember swinging it the second thousand times and then lying on the floor.
Fortunately, the blood clot machine was not in the room.
He got up groaning and walked cautiously.
When he walked to the window, Seo Dae-ryong was startled.
In the yard where he had swung his sword yesterday, Hyeoncheon Doma was swinging his sword. Seo Daeryong, who was about to run over and greet him, stopped.
My eyes were captured by the sight of him swinging his sword.
Blood Heavenly Sword Master swung the sword in the exact same posture he had taught himself yesterday. The way he held the sword was the same, and the way he swung it was the same.
At that moment, Seo Dae-ryong knew. The training that he had been taught was the training that Blood Heavenly Demon had done when he first learned martial arts.
‘It wasn’t that you did it randomly just to make me suffer.’
At that moment, Bloodthirsty Demon, who had been swinging his sword as if he had eyes on his back, suddenly spoke.
“Can I just pretend not to have footnotes?”
“Huh! So that’s it?”
The sun was high in the sky.
“Ugh! I’m late.”
Seo Dae-ryong quickly put on his clothes and came out.
“I will go.”
Seo Dae-ryong bowed and turned around to leave, but then turned back again.
“Thank you so much for letting me sleep again.”
Even if Hyeolcheon Doma had given me money or given me a report, I wouldn’t have been this upset. Oh, of course I would have been happy, but it was different from how I feel now.
For Bloodthirsty Doma, wouldn’t it be harder to put someone in his own bed than to give them money? The feeling of being valued was incomparable to anything else.
“If something similar happens again, just throw me in any guest room. Just drink it and I’ll see you later this afternoon.”
Then, Hyeolcheon Doma asked with a surprised expression.
“Come?”
“You have to come.”
“They won’t let me off easy even if I’m sick. Today is the second thousandth time.”
At the words two thousand times, my whole body turned red and I screamed that I couldn’t do it, but my mouth said yes! After all, my mouth wasn’t tired.
After answering forcefully, Seo Dae-ryong ran out.
“It’s late! It’s late!”
I was so tired I thought I would die. I didn’t even want to think about practicing again today, but strangely, I felt good.
I wanted to keep learning from Hyeolcheondoma. To be honest, I wanted to look good to him.
* * *
The potion was completed over several days.
I put the prepared medicine into a palm-sized vial. There were still five days left until the blood transfusion.
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Now that the potion has been made, I plan to go scout out to the seat of the leader of the Wind God Cult today to check if the secret passage is working properly.
After getting off the mountain, the place I arrived was a wasteland located not far from Pungcheon Bridge.
It was a place with a few twisted trees and rocks, squirming poisonous insects and snakes, and trash blown in by the wind. It was a place where no one would come even if they stayed there all day.
There was a large rock there, and I successively manipulated the hidden devices underneath both sides of the rock.
Swish.
Then the rock opened and a passage appeared. I was amazed at that time, but even now I can see that it was a really well-made machine. How could they make a passage like this without showing any signs?
As we entered the rock, the door closed automatically.
As I manipulated the hidden device again from inside, a door opened on the floor.
I took out the night watch and went down to the underground passage. The passage was wide. It seemed like a passage made to transport the lightning bell in case of an emergency. Thanks to this, I was able to steal the lightning bell through here.
I took out the bottle and applied the medicine to my face and hands.
When I apply this medicine, even people with a keen sense of smell cannot smell me.
I walked slowly down the hallway.
I stopped a little way from the secret passageway in the room where the throne was. I used to go closer to examine it, but now I didn’t need to. There was a safe way to examine it.
I closed my eyes and let out my qi. A single ray of qi went down the passage. After turning a corner and going a long way, the qi reached a secret passage.
I had no idea that I could use this thin and long filament to explore in real combat until I first learned this secret technique from my father.
The energy escaped through a small gap in the passage.
The moment my energy entered a new space.
A tremendous presence was felt on one side.
‘It’s the leader of the Pungcheon Church!’
Indeed, the aura felt unusual, as if it were that of a cult leader. I quickly moved my energy in the opposite direction.
What I found again was that sensitive sense of smell.
Sure enough, he was near the thunder bell.
My spirits disappeared as I checked on both of them. Since it had already happened once, there was no need to risk being caught.
After completing the reconnaissance safely, I returned to the mountain.
After finishing my meal of beef jerky, I sat cross-legged and practiced the Cheonmahosingong.
For the remaining five days, I will stay put and stay locked up in the mountains. If I wander around aimlessly and get caught up in some strange incident, I might get into trouble.
Not creating variables is the least courtesy I can show for my past efforts.
* * *
The day of the blood festival has dawned.
Before leaving, I looked up at the sky and wished for a successful day.
When my father told me about two ways to stop the witchcraft, I thought to myself that there was a way that was a hundred times easier.
I went down the mountain, hoping that my thoughts would turn out right and that I would be able to finish this project safely.
The road to Pungcheon Bridge was crowded with people wanting to participate in the ceremony.
They came from various groups. From the leaders of the great sect that had relations with the Pungcheon Church, to the unofficial members of the small sect who wanted to at least get a stamp of approval, to the merchants who tried to sell their goods to the attendees.
On the day of the Blood God Ritual, everyone, regardless of their social status, had to walk to Pungcheon Bridge like this. This was the authority of the Blood God Ritual.
I watched them walk from a distance and headed towards the wasteland where the secret passage was.
As I walked there, many thoughts came to mind.
What if the door suddenly doesn’t open? What if the event is suddenly canceled? What if the leader of the Fengchun Church changes the way to ring the bell? What if I misunderstood how to get it?
In this way, anxiety rushes to eat away at our souls.
In times like these, you have no choice but to believe in yourself. Belief that such misfortune will not come, and even if it does, you will overcome it. The best weapon to fight anxiety is belief in yourself.
I arrived near the room where the Fengchun sect leader’s throne was located through a secret passage, and waited there for the right time to arrive. Of course, I had applied a drug that would block my sense of smell all over my face, hands, and body.
It was decided when I would move. When I started striking the thunderbolt thirty-six times, that was the time for me to initiate the operation.
How long did you wait in the dark like that?
I began to hear a faint bell ringing. I counted the sounds and waited.
When the bell rang thirty-three times, he moved slowly and went down the secret passage.
When the thirty-fifth bell rang, I quietly opened the secret passage in the floor next to the throne and went outside.
The chained master was about to ring the final bell. The Fengchun sect leader did not allow anyone else into this place where the sacred water was, so there was only a man in chains.
The moment he rings the thirty-sixth and final bell.
I used my Wind God Sabo. I used my Shadow Treasure to approach the chained man. I approached him silently like a ghost and simultaneously took a picture of his demon blood and blood transfusion. He fell asleep while standing without even realizing that he had been hit.
It happened in an instant, but it was a technique that demonstrated the best skills in succession.
After subduing him like that, I went to the Blood Buddha erected behind the Yin Thunder Bell.
The time given to me now is the time it takes for the leader of the Pungcheon Church to return here.
When I pressed hard on the closed eyes of the blood fire, the blood fire opened its eyes wide.
The blood fire that opened its eyes was scary.
I pressed it again and the pupils popped out.
There was about a third of white liquid inside the bulging pupils.
This is why I have come such a long way.
The roots of the soul-binding technique learned by the Soul-binding Demon Lord were the magic of the Blood Cult.
The successor of that blood sect is this Pungcheon sect.
Up to this point, even my father knew the facts, but there was one thing he didn’t know.
Blood and eye purification water.
It was a holy water that was secretly passed down only to the leaders of the Pungcheon Church.
If you put this blood-staining essence into your eyes, you will be able to see the method of destroying the Blood Cult’s sorcery. You will be able to see the true nature of the sorcery with your eyes.
I heard that it was made and passed down from ancient times to prevent rebellion within the school, but the manufacturing and management methods were only passed down to the leader and his successors, so outsiders never knew about its existence. The person who told me about this was none other than Neungbaekgun (凌白郡), the son of the leader of the Pungcheon school.
The last time I came here, I ran away with the thunderbolt so I didn’t have time to put this in.
Now was finally the moment to obtain the blood purification essence.
I took out the blood fire eye. There was a small hole above the eye.
Knock knock!
The blood droplets in the right pupil are one drop in the right eye.
Knock knock!
The blood droplets in the left pupil are one drop in the left eye.
When the blood droplets got into my eyes, they felt hot and burning as if they were on fire. It was painful, but fortunately, I didn’t lose my sight.
As the pupils returned to their original positions, they went inside and the blood fire closed their eyes again.
Since there was enough essence left in the pupils, it would be possible to give it to the next successor without any problems, and they would not even know that these two drops of blood essence had disappeared.
I entered the underground passage and blew two gusts of wind before the door closed completely.
Shh.
The chain master woke up.
He was momentarily confused, but soon confirmed that there was nothing going on around him and started doing his own thing. It was a move that no one but a master like me could ever have pulled off.
I wondered why that man was tied up like that, but I wasn’t in a situation where I could save him, even though I didn’t know who he was. He wasn’t someone whose fate would change with my regression.
I quietly escaped through the secret passage.
When the time came, I was determined to collect the Dafa materials and related karma one by one, but thanks to the Demon Lord, I obtained the Blood Anxiety Essence sooner than expected.
Whatever the reason, there is a joy that comes from accomplishing something great. Especially this time, when you gain an ability you never had before, the joy is hard to put into words.
Not only because I was able to kill the Sub-Honma-Jon, but also because I believed that this new power would be of some help in my journey towards the Fire Weapon.
After exiting the secret passage, I could have enjoyed the blood festival at the leisure of a victor, but I ran towards the main school without looking back.
Until the very end, the variable was the messenger.
