Episode 103
Where should I go?
“Are you trying to add the colors of Cheonmahoshinkong to Dokryongsimgyeol?”
‘Oh. That’s right. That’s why I chose the Dokryongsimgyeol as my basic technique in the first place.’
“I’m sure it would be the best for hiding magic.”
“However, I wonder how efficient it will be-“
‘Cheonmahosimgong is originally close to a method of mental cultivation. I should try it too.’
Cheonmahosimgong was a new art that encompassed the three levels of martial arts.
It was hard to guess what kind of reaction it would have compared to the Samjongmuhak that I had previously learned.
Now, the duel with the Lion King is just one day away.
It was right when I was entering the initiation phase.
First, I sat cross-legged.
And while falling deeply into samadhi, he used the poisonous dragon’s heart.
The lower abdomen was shaking.
Then he moved the Black Dragon Flag.
As the middle dantian is directly connected to the lower dantian, the two energies mix and amplify.
An infinitely cold atmosphere.
I felt like my meridians and my entire body were getting cold.
Next, I opened the upper gate and used the Ghost Prince’s Book to its maximum.
The alcohol power flowed down the meridians and joined the two energies.
Although they had different origins, the three types of true energy began to move as if they were one body, flowing through the meridians in an instant and becoming one.
I gradually accelerated the pace.
Then, tremendous pressure was put on the Samjongjingi.
It keeps going round and round, and round and round… … .
Even though his meridians were so overloaded that he screamed in pain, and even though he was so tattered that he was on the verge of tearing, he continued to repeat the exercise without stopping.
My body was shaking with pain, but I was able to endure it somehow, as if the extreme training methods I had used up until then had not been wrong.
Then, at some point, the boundaries between the three elements, which had been separated like water and oil even though they flowed together, disappeared and they truly merged into one.
Thanks to this, the number of sheep has been reduced by about three-tenths.
Instead, the density has increased tremendously, and with continued airflow, most of the impurities have been removed, making the purity clearer.
In the process, many things were mixed and became one.
All of the original characteristic elements of the Samjongjingi, such as toxicity, negative energy, and evil energy.
Instead, only one essential thing remains.
Devil.
It was a pure devil.
“This is the Cheonmahosimgong that I’ve only heard of… …!”
“It’s truly amazing to see it with your own eyes.”
“The origin of the legend of Hosimgong was said to have been created to create pure horses.”
Cheonmahosimgong accepts everything.
All the magic that exists in Cheonsan, as well as the various strange magics of the Seventy-Two Four Gates, and even the anti-magic magic of the Jeongpa.
But it also rejects everything.
Those who do not follow the pure horse.
He wants to destroy all those who do not worship, submit, and are not loyal.
If they come into your ‘we’, you accept them, but if they don’t, you thoroughly consider them your enemy.
There was no process of persuasion or training here.
That is why Cheonmahosimgong always claims to be the leader of all magic arts and claims to be the root.
It was for this reason that I was able to integrate the different true energies of the three danjeons into the Cheonmahosimgong.
Just awakening the pure spirits allows them to transcend their individual characteristics and take on a more essential power.
It goes without saying that the efficiency of the energy, with its boundaries gone and its purity and density both increased, was beyond words.
Fortunately, my passion for purebred horses remains the same as it was then, so I was able to easily get into the Cheonmahosimgong.
The best part was that as long as you hid your pure horse, it would appear to the outside world as if it were no different from before.
It can hide magic.
.
Time continued to pass.
.
.
How much time has passed like that?
When I opened my eyes again.
Squeak!
“What are you doing, Confucius? The Lion King is waiting. There is chaos outside-”
The door opened with a bang and Dang-gon came in urgently.
But the moment his eyes met mine, he stopped talking.
Because the ghostly fire in my eyes will shine brighter than ever.
The stifling air that filled the room for a moment made his heart tremble.
That was the majesty of the pure horse, the heavenly horse.
I ended up laughing.
“Where should I go?”
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The next best sword in the world.
Cheongunjeokha Cheongseongsingeom.
These were all nicknames and titles referring to Lee Cheol-san, the recipient of the Order of Merit.
However, Lee Cheol-san himself felt burdened by the nickname rather than liking it.
‘What is it about everything that is so grandiose?’
He didn’t really have any great desire for fame.
I simply trained steadily with the sword because I liked it, and I did my best in my role as a high disciple because I liked the peaceful atmosphere of the sect.
But when I came to my senses and saw that they were calling me that, it would be strange if it didn’t feel awkward.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.
No matter how far one may be taken by a Taoist monk who has escaped from the secular world, it is difficult to completely escape praise and expectations at a young age.
However, he himself tried not to be too swayed by public opinion.
If you pay attention to each and every one of those things, you could harm the essence.
In that sense, I repeatedly told myself not to put too much meaning into this descent.
He is only visiting the family of the monk as a guest under the strict orders of the monk, and does not have to think about anything else.
‘Still… the fact that I can meet the great Elder in person-‘
Lee Cheol-san recalled his encounter with the dark spirit he had encountered while coming down from Cheongseongsan Mountain.
‘So you’re the guy who arrogantly took the nickname of the best scholar of the Sacheon clan while leaving behind the talented people of your own clan. You certainly seem like a man of character.’
‘Elder… what the heck-‘
‘Are you talking about me?’
‘Yes… it is.’
‘Can you see anything?’
‘… … .’
‘What do you see?’
‘… Tae-se (太歲).’
‘Huh?’
‘That’s what you look like to me, sir. What on earth are you, sir?’
‘Haha! He really is a strange guy. Is that what you mean he sees?’
Taese is one of the many monsters worshipped in Taoism. He was originally a god of blood and a saint who slept deep underground and appeared in anger when humans tampered with the ground, harming them.
It is classified as an evil god because of its horrifying appearance as a red lump of flesh with thousands of eyes, but it is also classified as a good god because it makes the land fertile and makes forests lush.
So, in many sects, they tried to avoid places where the energy of Taese was overflowing, or if that was not possible, they often performed the ritual with utmost sincerity.
It meant that it was not something that could be overcome.
But in Lee Cheol-san’s eyes, the dark zone appeared in exactly that position.
The problem was that Amzon answered in a language that English couldn’t understand.
‘Is that what you see?’
Doesn’t that mean he’s actually hiding something?
Lee Cheol-san wanted to ask that.
But I couldn’t ask.
Because the Dark Lord suddenly reached out to him.
‘If you pass this test without a hitch, you will be able to enjoy the luxury of having ten years of accumulated effort wiped out in one breath.’
I don’t quite remember what the Dark Zone test was.
Because back then, all I had to do was struggle to survive.
But when all the tests were over, Lee Cheol-san realized that Am-Jun had never said such things in vain.
Not only had his internal energy advanced, but his realm had also surpassed it by two levels.
Extreme concentration instantly broke down the wall that had been blocking him.
But before he could even express his gratitude, Amzon suddenly disappeared.
The fact that he was a dark being was only later discovered by asking the elders of the temple about his impressions.
‘What on earth did you want to confirm from me, sir?’
No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t come to a clear conclusion.
From then on, the shadow of the dark zone began to settle in the center of Lee Cheol-san’s heart.
Perhaps even more deeply than Master Jang Moon-in… … .
Although he didn’t tell anyone, it was like Lee Cheol-san had another teacher.
But now I finally get to see him.
I was thinking of asking him when we met in person.
Why on earth did you give me this opportunity?
If he, the great disciple of Cheongseong, were to try to trick him into transferring to the Tang sect, he would refuse.
but.
‘…If He desperately needs me and convinces me, can I refuse?’
Lee Cheol-san thought about it that far and then shook his head hard.
‘Don’t be arrogant, Cheolsan. You may be thinking this way because you misunderstood the teachings that the Dark Lord gave you simply to pass the time. If you want to refuse, it’s not too late to do so after seeing him in person.’
While he was calming down like that, Lee Cheol-san was finally able to arrive at Guryongbun-ga.
And without realizing it, I completely forgot about my worries about the dark zone.
“It was a long… journey… to come… … Thank you for your hard work, Ambassador…”
“Sister, what is your face?”
“Ha, haha… You look really tired… … ?”
Doesn’t this just look like you’re tired?
Lee Cheol-san forced himself to hold back the words that had risen to the tip of his tongue.
The appearance of Dang Gyu-jin, who came out to greet us, was quite a sight.
I thought she had put on makeup and worn a hat to cover herself up, but the bags under her eyes and sunken cheeks made her look like a walking zombie.
“Follow me… … .”
“… … .”
Thump, thump… … .
As I watched the back of Dang Gyu-jin walking weakly ahead, I began to worry that something might have happened in the Guryong branch.
But it was soon discovered that this was not because of the division.
“Wow… Iron Mountain… … My brother… … .”
“Welcome… come… … .”
The appearances of Yoo Su-min and Sima Xian, who were waiting for them at the Blue House, were not much different from those of Dang Gyu-jin.
They all had a close relationship thanks to a group called Choksan Gyoyeon.
“… What on earth has happened to you all?”
“Work? Yes, it happened. Hehe!”
“It’s such a pleasure… … .”
“… … .”
Dang Gyu-jin and Yoo Su-min looked at each other and laughed heartily.
That sight seemed somehow eerie.
Dang Gyu-jin, who had a charming smile, and Yoo Su-min, who was always playful, both looked like they had been worn out by the times.
Lee Cheol-san looked back at Sima Seon-ui absentmindedly.
She seemed to be in slightly better condition than the other two.
Even though he looks tired, can you see a hint of pride in him?
“There was training.”
training?
“We were just about to start. You’re right on time. Would you like to come with us?”
Going together? Where?
Sima Xian’s unique way of speaking, cutting things off and only saying what he wanted to say, was still the same.
But Lee Cheol-san couldn’t even ask where the place was.
Because three women were suddenly rising from their seats.
“Just try losing without achieving anything, really… … .”
“Then how about we just bury them all together in the back mountain, sis?”
“Oh my. That’s a great idea. How can Min Mae be so smart… .”
“If you’ve tormented us that much, you must have been prepared for that.”
“Are you going to join the pre-sale?”
“Huh? Yes… … .”
“Anyway, he’s dead, for real.”
Lee Cheol-san thought as he watched the three women gossiping among themselves and plotting an unknown plot.
I don’t know what happened, but I have a feeling that if I provoke those women for a while, things won’t go well.
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