Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 630 Stories from the reign (5)

Huuuuuuuung!

The wind blew.

I closed my eyes and opened them, and before I knew it, I was at the entrance to the Demon God’s Palace.

‘It’s amazing again.’

When they imprisoned Dam Sa-yeong in Panma Pavilion and headed to Wudang Mountain in Hubei Province.

It covered that long distance at lightning speed. I had a vague confidence that I would be able to reach it before the fight ended, but I didn’t know how.

Now I understand. How was he able to cover that distance in an instant?

‘This is the true Chukji (縮地).’

Chukji, as the scholars call it, is a method of shortening long distances by folding the ground using Taoist techniques.

However, Seoryang, who reached the level of Zen as a martial artist, was able to clearly feel that the true meaning of Chukji was not folding the ground.

‘It’s not about folding the ground, it’s about opening the earth, inserting yourself into it, concentrating your consciousness on the place you want to reach and erasing the space.’

It was a method that could not be approached with martial arts common sense. This is closer to a martial arts technique than a martial arts technique.

For Seoryang, who had reached the ultimate level, it was meaningless to divide the boundary between martial arts and martial arts.

‘I can’t use it often.’

Chukjisul is a method that goes against reason.

In other words, it is not a power granted to Mother Nature. If you write it as if it were a meal, you will definitely be stopped by heaven.

Yes. Xiliang has already reached such a level.

Even though we haven’t opened the door to mythology, we’re at a point where we have to worry about heaven’s intervention.

‘There was a reason why Master didn’t use Chukji.’

He was a person whose very existence was a turning point. There was no reason to accelerate heaven’s intervention by using auspicious measures.

Xi Liang filed a complaint.

‘We got close to the point where he glimpsed, but now he is no longer there.’

Why?

I was very confused before I sent it to you, but once I did, I felt better than I thought.

‘Because I too will reach there someday.’

Seo-ryang, who was quietly looking up at the sky, chuckled.

“It’s not even funny. You should have stopped shaking by now, you idiot.”

He turned around and walked to the entrance of the Demon God Palace.

The black and white couple knelt down on the spot.

“Reigning Holy Cross, Heavenly Demon Immortal! The Black and White Twins meet the sect leader!”

“Are there any guests?”

“It is currently with the Great Protection Act.”

“good.”

Xiliang took a deep breath.

Even though it was my familiar home, it somehow felt like I had come to an unfamiliar place.

“Open the door.”

“Jonmyeong!”

Kugugoogung!

The main gate of the Demon God’s Palace was opened.

As Seoryang watched the slowly opening gate, he remembered the first time he entered the Demon God’s Palace.

‘I thought about all sorts of things.’

It was said that my heart was pounding as if it would explode at the call of the Heavenly Demon, the best demon in the world and the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

‘There were times like that.’

Xu Liang entered through the open door.

The sight of him entering the palace with his back turned was majestic.

When I think of him when he first entered the body of the Three Confucius and headed to Panma Pavilion, the difference was so great that it is difficult to even express it in words.

‘Now I really have to accept it deeply.’

That he had become a god.

It was now necessary to acknowledge that he had gone beyond the Demonic Martial Arts and had become a true Demon God, feared by all the Martial Arts in the world.

“Oh, Lord Seo.”

Namgungdan stood up.

Seo-ryang said with an apologetic face.

“I didn’t get the time right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that.”

Mudam knelt down on the spot.

“See you, leader.”

“You worked hard.”

“no.”

“How can I avoid your seat? It looks like you were having a good time talking.”

Mudam shook his head.

“You can do it again later when you have time. Isn’t that right, Lord Nangung?”

“of course.”

Xu Liang nodded.

“Then let’s finish our work first.”

“Let’s do that.”

Xiliang looked at the Namgung siblings.

‘…!!’

The two men unconsciously grabbed their sleeves.

Namgungryong swallowed his saliva and Namgunghwa looked at Seoliang’s face as if fascinated.

‘It’s huge.’

She was extremely shocked.

‘I’ve become a completely different person than I was back then.’

With Namgunghwa’s skills, it is difficult to even guess the level of Seoryang. It would be the same for anyone living in the contemporary martial arts world.

However, to Namgung-hwa, who knew Seoryang of the past, the presence radiated by Seoliang in the present was so shocking that it is difficult to describe it.

‘The body, prayers, and presence are all different.’

I heard that it was the best in the world and the best in all times and times, and I thought that it was indeed worth it. I don’t know how strong he was, but just the majesty in his eyes was enough to tell that Xiliang’s strength was beyond common sense.

‘monster…!’

At that time, Seo-ryang asked.

“It’s been a while, both of you.”

The Namgung siblings, who were startled, took the gun.

“See the leader.”

“Namgoongryong meets the religious leader.”

Xu Liang waved his hand.

“Once again, what a stiff greeting. It’s okay, straighten your back.”

“to…?”

“Aren’t you being too polite when you’re not from our school?”

The two people looked at each other with puzzled faces.

Seoliang said to Namgungdan with a sour face.

“I said I don’t like this kind of thing.”

“Hehe, what can we do? We said hello.”

“Couldn’t you have told me in advance?”

“Please don’t be too rude to the leader. Regardless of the leader’s strength and influence, this is a courtesy that should be shown to the head of an organization.”

“Ugh, it’s hard.”

Xu Liang waved his hands flippantly.

“Let’s go to the studio.”

“That’s right. But where have you been?”

Xu Liang smiled.

“I went to see you for a moment. I thought I could send you away now.”

Namgung Dan sighed.

A master is like a parent. Since I can’t let go of Lee Cheon-sang twice since he’s already dead, it probably means that I’ve finally let go of my heart.

“It’s been a lot of hard work.”

“Everyone else is having a hard time, so what? Let’s go.”

“Let’s do that.”

So the four people headed to the garden of the Demon God Palace.

Before we knew it, a drinking table had been set up in the pavilion in the garden. Only the black and white twins will know who made it and when.

“Let’s look at the items before we have a drink.”

Namgungdan took out the sword from his chest and handed it to Seoryang.

“Hmm.”

Seo-ryang, who was examining the dagger here and there, soon burst out in admiration.

“It’s amazing. It must have been a lot of hard work just to create it like this.”

“It’s not Hyeon-cheol that the leader saved. Rather, I’m embarrassed that we couldn’t handle it here.”

“What are you saying?”

“But how do you plan on casting it?”

“It’s not that difficult.”

Xu Liang pointed to the pavilion with his hand.

“Go sit down. It’s all over in one moment.”

A look of puzzlement appeared on Namgungdan’s face.

‘In just one corner? how?’

I was curious, but I thought there must be a way.

Namgungdan led the siblings up to the pavilion.

Phew.

A warm wind blew.

Seo-ryang tightened his hand as he held the dagger.

Kaang!

The sword was broken and only the blunt blade remained.

Seo-ryang’s eyes changed.

Rumbling!

For a moment, the sky seemed to darken.

Xiliang’s mouth opened.

“Socheongyeohwa (燒天劫fire).”

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Black flames shot out from his hand holding the dagger.

The heat was so great that it rivaled that of the Old Yuma Flower. However, that terrifying heat was only concentrated in Seoryang’s hands and did not spread to the surroundings.

It was a perfect control of real energy. Not a single ray of flame escaped his hand.

Cheeeeeeeee!

The black flame began to melt the dagger.

The Namgung siblings opened their mouths wide. Namgungdan’s face was also colored with astonishment.

‘A person melts that thing?!’

The melting speed was also incredible. The molten iron melted at high speed and was floating in the air, engulfed in black flames.

In an instant, Seo-ryang’s right eye turned red.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

It was Guyumahwa that followed Socheongeophwa. White flames erupted from the ground and penetrated into the molten metal that was wriggling uncontrollably.

Hwaaaaaaa!

All impurities have been removed.

The molten iron, which had been a cloudy gray color, suddenly became transparent. Although it had the characteristic ink color of Hyeoncheol inside, the surface of the molten metal was shining like glass.

Xi Liang clenched his fist.

Gurgling.

The molten iron gradually took the shape of a dagger. The blade had an extremely sharp and flashy appearance, rather than the rough shape it had before.

He raised his left index finger.

Cheeeeeeeee!

A hole was drilled in the wall of flames, allowing cold air to flow in.

At the same time, a lot of hot smoke rose. The smoke alone was enough to melt a wall.

Seoliang controlled his demonic energy delicately yet thoroughly. If even the slightest bit of heat leaks out, the entire patronage will turn into a sea of fire. Not only will the sponsorship be ruined, but Namgungdan and his siblings can also be burned.

The fire he handled was so terrible. It was so powerful that even the power of a transcendental expert could not withstand it for a moment.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! Cheeeeeeeek!

It went through the heating and cooling process several times.

“hmm.”

Xu Liang smiled.

“This is enough.”

He clenched his fist.

Phew!

Socheongyeophwa and Guyumahwa, which were burning as if they would set the world on fire, disappeared in an instant.

Cheeeeeeeee!

A huge amount of smoke came out from the dagger.

It wasn’t just cold air hitting me. The air, whose temperature dropped sharply due to Seonyang’s Seoncheon Magi, acted like water in itself.

A large amount of smoke rose high into the sky. From the outside, it was almost as if a fire had broken out in the Demon God Palace.

But even for a moment.

Slurp.

Seoliang, who had cooled the sword to the appropriate temperature with the help of the old crimson sword technique, sharpened the blade.

Taaaaaaaaaaa!

Ash from the surface of the blade fell with a clear sound.

“Well this should be enough.”

Xu Liang waved his hand.

Whoa!

All the smoke and fire that had been disturbing the garden disappeared.

“So what do you think?”

Seoliang ascended the pavilion and handed the dagger to Namgungdan.

Namgungdan looked down at the dagger as if he was possessed.

“…Amazing.”

At first glance, the blade boasted perfect proportions. The sword, which was perfectly symmetrical without any error based on blood tone, looked monotonous at first glance, but showed off its exquisite beauty.

“I told you about the swordsmanship separately at the school’s blacksmith shop. Leave it to me later.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you. Rather, I am grateful.”

Namgungdan looked at Seoliang with trembling eyes.

“Master Seo has truly become a martial god.”

People often give the title Martial God to those who are strong beyond the standards.

However, the martial spirit that Namgungdan spoke of had a different weight. If there really was a god in charge of martial arts in the world, it would be difficult to deny even if that god was born in the body of Seo-ryang.

Xu Liang shook his head.

“Making a sword is no big deal. What’s really important is what you will do with that sword in the future.”

“Of course that’s true.”

Namgung Dan’s face became serious.

“Thanks to the help of the Seo sect, the Uicheon Sword Spirit of the main family has been completed. Now, I would like to hear what I can do for the sect.”

“I will do it… Actually, there is nothing special for the matriarch to do for me.”

“What do you mean? The cult leader clearly didn’t tell you. In exchange for creating a sword spirit, please do me a favor.”

Xu Liang smiled.

“If it’s a favor, it’s a favor, but in the end, of course it’s Namgung’s job to do. So there’s no point in even calling it a favor.”

“What is that?”

“Take care of Anhui.”

“…?!”

“From now on, the Namgung family is the royal family of Anhui Province. And the owner of the royal family is the Namgung family.”

Namgung Dan’s eyes wavered.

“What kind of nonsense are you saying?”

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

“No, this isn’t a matter of whether you like it or not. The king’s wife? Or maybe the emperor…”

“If that’s the case, don’t worry. The emperor knows it too.”

“…?!”

The three people looked at Seo-ryang with shocked faces.

Xu Liang said as he poured alcohol into a glass.

“Uicheon Sword Spirit is a sacred object that symbolizes the king of Anhui. And I, the master of the world, created that sacred object.”

“…!!”

“This is a request, a suggestion, and an order at the same time. From now on, Anhui will be ruled by Nangong.”