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Baek Mu-seon returned to his house, shuffling his feet. The dilapidated house is so shabby that it does not befit the name of Hyeolcheonma, which once stood at the pinnacle of the Hyeolcheonma. Baek Mu-seon gritted his teeth and pushed open the door with his only remaining hand.
Anger, murderous intent, and shame were swirling in Baek Mu-seon’s heart. All the steps to get here were heavy. This was because he felt as if all the eyes looking in this direction were laughing at him.
“… monster… ”
Baek Mu-seon opened his mouth and muttered in a low voice. There was a familiar smell coming from inside the house. The smell of alcohol and drugs. A familiar smell other than those things. Baekmu-mu gritted his teeth and moved his feet towards the place where the smell came from.
Jennyella was sitting on the blood-covered bed. Unlike last time she wore a kimono, today Jennyella was wearing a black dress that hugged her body. Jennyella, who was crossing her legs on her bed, opened her mouth without seeing Baek Mu-mu walking in.
“Be ugly.”
Jennyella chuckled and laughed.
“Until four years ago, no one here in Travia looked down on you.”
Through whispering words, Baek Mu-seon realized. Jennyella was watching everything. It wasn’t surprising. Travia has Jennyella’s eyes and ears scattered all over her. Even if she wasn’t in the central district where Jennyella lived, she made such a fuss in the northern district, so there was no way Jennyella wouldn’t know.
“How do you feel?”
Jennyella asked, switching the legs she was crossing. Baek Mu-seon chewed his lower lip again, which he had chewed several times. His crushed lip burst and blood flowed, but Baek Mu-wayo did not care. He shuffled along, trying to ignore Jennyella’s words.
“What would have happened if you hadn’t lost four years ago? What if you didn’t cut off your arm? “If you had worked hard for four years without despairing, you might not have been defeated today.”
I didn’t want to hear it. Baek Mu-seon stretched out his trembling hand and lifted the bottle. Even though the bottle was only half full, Baek Mu-seon poured it into his mouth in one go.
“You will continue to sit down. In the meantime, Socheonma, who cut off your arm, will continue to grow stronger. The man who defeated you today will also continue to get stronger. What does that feel like? “How does it feel to sit alone, do nothing, and watch the footsteps of those ahead of you?”
“… shut up… ”
Baek Mu-seon put down the bottle. The trembling body and voice represented the misery that Baek Mu-seon felt. Jennyella burst out laughing.
“no. Can’t you even see their backs? They’ll keep moving forward, and you’ll just sit there… Soon they’ll go places you can’t see. And you will always remain a loser.”
I didn’t want to hear it. The feelings of self-destruction, defeat, and despair that I had been holding in so tightly come out. Baek Mu-seon collapsed in his seat helplessly. He looked at the empty liquor bottle and the limp left sleeve.
In his fight with Lee Seong-min, Baek Mu-seon keenly felt how big his left arm was. If his left arm had been intact he would not have been pushed so helplessly.
Even if I start practicing martial arts again, there is no way for my severed left arm to grow back. That is reality. No matter what magic or potion you use, a severed arm will not grow back.
“You know how, right?”
Jennyella sat on the bed and whispered like a tempting devil. At those words, Baek Mu-seon’s shoulders trembled slightly. This is something I’ve heard many times over the years. Every time he heard such words, Baek Mu-seon dismissed them and told them not to talk nonsense.
The reason he could say that was because of Baek Mu-seon’s pride. He’s okay even if he doesn’t have arms. I’m sitting down like this now, but someday I will be able to stand up again, and when that time comes, no problems will arise. Such vague faith and confidence had supported Baek Mu-seon. But not now. Now I have become painfully aware of the absence of his severed arm. The unfounded beliefs that Baek Mu-seon had previously held have completely disappeared.
“… If you become a vampire… ”
Baek Mu-seon’s mouth opened. The moment she heard those words, Jennyella thought everything was over. The joy she felt while seducing Baek Mu-seon for several years is coming to an end. Baek Mu-seon will no longer have to worry. He was completely broken and completely devastated.
‘Thankfully.’
And unfortunately. Jennyella smiled a small smile. She felt grateful to Lee Seong-min. If Lee Seong-min had not defeated Baek Mu-seon, it would have taken longer for Baek Mu-seon to choose to walk the path of Inwai. At the same time, it was disappointing. He wanted to enjoy it a little more.
‘Fun things always come to an end.’
Jennyella looked at Baek Mu-seon. Baek Mu-seon sat down and was looking at Jennyella. Those earnest eyes. Looking into her eyes a mixture of longing and hesitation, Jennyella stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
‘But it’s okay. Because the next one is already ready.’
In fact, I am more interested in Lee Seong-min than Baek Mu-seon. Although he refuses to become a vampire for now… How long can I refuse? I think I would give up on being human if there was even the slightest chance.
“me… “Make me a vampire.”
Baek Mu-seon’s mouth opens. When he heard that. Jennyella trembled, her shoulders shaking slightly. Those words that are finally uttered after losing all pride as a human being. It was Jenny Ella’s greatest pleasure to watch the conflict until she heard it, and to break it down through her repeated seductions. Jennyella slowly stood up.
“What do you plan on doing if you become a vampire?”
“… “I’m going to kill that bastard.”
“Ahahaha!”
Baek Mu-seon will not be able to achieve his wish. Because Jennyella won’t let Lee Seong-min die. However, even if it was not his death, it seemed okay to give the equivalent despair through Baekmu. Maybe that could be an opportunity.
“Come this way.”
Jennyella said, snapping her fingers. At those words, Baek Mu-seon tried to get up. No, not like that. Jennyella muttered quietly and shook her head.
“Crawl.”
The sound of giggling laughter made Baek Mu-seon’s face distort.
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Gwangcheonma sat sullenly, holding her puffy cheeks with both hands. Seongmin Lee sat crookedly and glared at Gwangcheonma. Gwangcheon-ma glanced at Lee Seong-min’s gaze shooting at her and then sighed deeply.
“Well, don’t look at me like that. We all care about Mu-yeon… ”
“What would you have done if I were weaker than the Blood Heavenly Demon?”
“… “If that were the case, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”
“Let’s say he was on par with the Blood Heavenly Demon. “What would you have done if I had been killed by the Blood Heavenly Demon during the fight?”
“That kind of thing… I was sure it wouldn’t happen. “From what I have seen, your strength was in no way inferior to Mu-Yi’s.”
“What if I almost died anyway?”
“Oh, my goodness! “If something like that had happened, I would have intervened appropriately to stop it!”
Gwangcheonma could not stand it anymore and shouted. Lee Seong-min ignored Gwangcheonma’s shouting and picked up the bread. Next to Seongmin Lee, Rubia was chopping meat using a fork and knife.
“It looks like you’ve seen everything you need to see. “I will stay around here until next year.”
“Next year. “Does that mean I have to stay in this city for months?”
Gwangcheonma grumbled. But that didn’t mean he was showing off his dislike. Rather, he stared at Lee Seong-min with shining eyes.
“you. “Do you have any intention of becoming my disciple?”
Lee Seong-min’s jaw stopped chewing bread at the sudden words. Gwangcheonma continued speaking while looking at Seongmin Lee’s blank eyes.
“My martial arts skill is called Blood Hwanshinmagong, and it is a Shingungjeolhak that will not be overlooked no matter where you put it. “Although there are many divine martial arts techniques in Eria, I am confident that martial arts such as blood ghost demonic arts are not common.”
“… “I have no particular desire to learn more martial arts.”
“What are you talking about? The more martial arts you learn, the better. Even if you can’t use it properly, the hidden martial arts can function as a secret weapon!”
There are three martial arts that Seongmin Lee has learned. Jahasingong, Gucheonmugeukchang, and Muyeongtalhon. Although Muyeongtalhon is a teaching method and plays the role of strong qigong, it is bound to fall short in professionalism when compared to the excellent strong qigong called Blood Hwanshinmagong.
Lee Seong-min also had a desire to learn Kang Qigong. But that didn’t mean he could be praised.
‘My talent is miserable.’
Seongmin Lee chewed his mouth. The achievements of Gucheonmugeukchang, Jahashingong, and Muyeongtalhon were able to be overcome to some extent through Denir’s ordeal. In a way that puts a terrible time on lack of talent. But what if you learn the Blood Phantom God Demonic Art here? How long will it take for the Blood Hwan Shin Demon Gong, the art of Shin Gong Jeol, to reach the level?
[There is no need to think that way.]
Heo Joo intervened.
[What about your talent not being that great? Well, since you say so, I believe it… It’s martial arts, it’s magic, and in the end, it’s a disgrace. If I am at your level, I will be able to master the newly learned martial arts in no time.]
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‘It’s easy.’
[There’s nothing bad about doing that, right? Kang Qigong is a martial arts technique with good versatility. It can be applied to all martial arts. If you are at a good level, you will be able to quickly learn the skills to the point where you can apply them in practice, and it is also a good thing that there are more techniques you can use. Isn’t there someone in front of you who can teach you martial arts?]
Lee Sung-min sighed heavily at Heo-ju’s gently flirtatious words. There was a reason why Lee Seong-min did not think so positively. In the past, Lee Seong-min had learned the Hundred Steps Divine Power, but he had not yet been able to use it properly. In fact, it was correct to say that it was not that it could not be used, but that it was not used. If you compare the Baekbo Shinken and the Nine Heavenly Arms, the latter was an overwhelmingly superior martial art.
“I don’t want to be a disciple.”
“… then?”
“Can’t you just teach me martial arts?”
“Have you seen such a shameless bastard? ”
In response to Lee Seong-min’s insinuating words, Gwangcheonma let out a sigh while shaking his shoulders. Even as he said that, Gwangcheonma was quite seriously lost in thought. And not long after, Gwangcheon Ma nodded his head.
“… what. It won’t matter. “You can be said to be my benefactor just by helping me overcome my madness.”
“Well, I’m giving it to you as a reward for going south together.”
“I think you’re going there for a wanderlust, so it’s not something worth repaying.”
Gwangcheonma muttered like that and put her hand in her arms. What he took out was a small subspace pocket, and Lee Seong-min looked surprised because he did not expect Gwangcheonma to carry a subspace pocket.
“What is that expression?”
“I didn’t think an elderly person would use such an item.”
“What do you think of this position?”
The title of principal and the seemingly ignorant attitude are the same. He just thought he was a warrior from the core. Gwangcheonma put his hand into the subspace pocket and took out a clean book.
“This is the highest level of the Blood Phantom Demon God’s Demonic Art.”
“Why are you carrying a secret stash?”
“After I started suffering from mania, I wrote down my symptoms whenever I was conscious. I also added my own sentiments. He didn’t know when he would die… “I wanted to leave evidence that there was a warrior named Gwangcheonma Byeokwonpae in this world.”
Gwangcheonma muttered like that and handed the blood-hwanshinmagong secret to Lee Seong-min.
“I was born in the martial arts world of Jungwon and came to this world a few decades ago. He was embarrassed at first, but he was amazed that the world was bigger than the martial arts world, and he liked it.”
While listening to Gwangcheonma’s words, Seongmin Lee placed his hand on the secret book of Blood Hwanshinmagong.
“There were many strong people in this wide world. I’ve been lucky enough to survive so far, but I thought I couldn’t be lucky forever. I might die someday. As I began to suffer from mania, my worries and fears grew. “I wanted to leave behind the fact that a warrior named Bonjwa existed in this world, so I created the secret rank of Blood Hwanshinmagong.”
Gwangcheonma muttered that and burst into laughter.
“I thought it would be a wonderful thing if the person I was in contact with learned the blood ghost magic technique and used it to dominate the world. “I never thought I would hand it over to someone else like this.”
“… “Don’t expect too much.”
“You are an excellent expert. They say Socheonma Wijihoyeon is amazing, but I have never seen Socheonma in person. So, among the young masters I have seen, you are the best. “You will be able to quickly learn the Blood Phantom God Demonic Art.”
Lee Seong-min sighed while listening to Gwangcheonma’s words. Is that really the case? In the midst of such small worries, Lee Seong-min opened the secret book of Blood Hwanshin Demonic Gong.
[Would you like to learn the Blood Phantom God Demonic Art?]
Lee Seong-min nodded at the voice he hadn’t heard in a long time.
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