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Side story 151. Soaked in blood (1)
Dawn broke.
Lee Cheon-sang, who was sitting cross-legged and practicing meditation on a deserted mountain, suddenly saw a towering pillar in the distance.
‘It’s clear.’
My eyesight has improved tremendously.
Although the martial arts itself did not develop significantly compared to when he only trained the Geumgang Yachamagong, his overall body functions improved.
That wasn’t all. By using the Blood Flower Magic, Pocheon Gold Magic, and Red Phoenix Magic in sequence, the flow of magic energy became much smoother and the blood vessels became wider.
It is not a rise in level due to enlightenment, but the functions of the qi and body have been heightened, so that techniques and techniques that were previously impossible can be used naturally as if breathing.
If this isn’t progress, then what is? It’s not like you have to attain enlightenment to improve your martial arts skills.
‘It’s not a universal phenomenon.’
Lee Cheon-sang has now become more knowledgeable than anyone else about the realms and common sense of martial arts that martial artists use to distinguish between.
‘To others, this kind of magic operation is nonsense.’
Each magician has different breathing techniques, energy management techniques, and energy emission techniques.
Therefore, in order to use multiple types of similar magic, the nature of the accumulated magic must be similar, and the method of use must also be similar. However, only a very small number of magicians are able to perfectly use two or more types of magic.
Of course, when you reach the extreme, when the blood vessels of your entire body are opened and you can control and penetrate even the meridians, then theoretically you can use your magic without limits.
However, a mine that has reached that level does not necessarily use multiple magic techniques. There is no need to do so in the first place.
The expression “the ultimate demon” is a cliche, but it is an enlightenment that applies to not only the true art but also the magical arts. Those who have reached the ultimate demonic level do not necessarily learn miscellaneous magical arts, but rather focus on developing or applying the magical arts they have practiced throughout their lives into even more outstanding disciplines.
In other words, Lee Cheon-sang was using various types of magic like a master of extreme magic who was heading towards the realm of the innate. And he did it very naturally.
‘There was no room for logical possibility or impossibility.’
I never thought about creating three magic spells and how to use them. I just thought I could use them naturally.
Just as a baby doesn’t learn how to breathe separately, to him, magic was like air that could be realized by just knowing the rules and the law.
‘Why?’
I never thought of this as strange.
Lee Cheon-sang felt his magic.
‘The Diamond Princess.’
The basic one is a magic weapon that follows the magic technique of the Vajra Yacha Magic Sword.
‘but.’
Lee Cheon-sang raised his hand.
Woohoo.
The moment the magical energy that surged from the dantian passed through the first acupoint, the dark golden light faded and turned transparent, then slowly turned blood red.
It was the magic energy of the Blood Fire Demonic. From that moment on, the magic energy that had been lurking in his dantian also transformed into Blood Fire Demonic Energy.
I have accumulated magical energy using the Blood Fire Magic Art. In order to create magical energy, you must first experiment with its effectiveness. His use of true energy was a very natural act.
Of course, I tried to use the fortune telling methods of Pocheon Geummagong and Jeokbong Jinmyeongmagong. All of those methods were successful.
But did the magic energy built up by the three magicians collide with the magic energy of the Vajra Yacha magic energy?
No, it is not.
The magical energy accumulated by the three magicians was also pure internal energy of the two heavenly beings. This means that they did not exist as separate internal energy, but were gathered as one internal energy.
In other words, the essence of the true energy possessed by Lee Cheon-sang is not the Vajra Yacha Magi. It is the pure internal energy cultivated by Lee Cheon-sang, and in terms of attributes, it is an internal energy without attributes. It is a transparent true energy with no clear characteristics and variable properties.
‘Others are different.’
A problem that was so obvious that I never thought about it seriously.
No, it was a problem that Lee Cheon-sang himself had thought of as a limitation. Since he had never properly used the Blood Fire Magic, he thought that even if he used the Blood Fire Magic, it would not have the proper power.
Half right.
I have tried to use some of the Blood Flower Magic, but I have never practiced it properly, so I am not used to it. Since I am not used to it, it is difficult to utilize its power.
In other words, it meant that if you get used to it, you can produce powers that are the same as those of the martial artists of the Vajra Yachamagong.
‘Is this what it means to be mean?’
It’s not ordinary.
He was always like that. Neither his feelings, nor his thoughts, nor his actions were universal.
But now, even my studies were different from others. Depending on how I used it, it could be of great help, but the fact that I was different from others also made Lee Cheon-sang feel depressed.
but.
‘are you okay.’
I got a vacation, went into the dorm, and had a near-death experience.
At that moment, he realized that being different was not wrong.
Difference is another form of blessing. There is no reason to give affection to others, but if I do not acknowledge and accept my other self, I will ultimately be unhappy.
Lee Cheon-sang’s unique internal energy is a mystery in itself. Some may be concerned that this situation may cause problems in the future, but in any case, studying itself carries with it a risk factor.
The important thing is to acknowledge the situation I am in now and move forward in a better direction.
‘As a result, it is beneficial for me now.’
If you can learn various magic techniques, you can use them.
It is a great study and enlightenment in itself. It opens the way to becoming stronger.
‘I guess I’ll have to come into contact with it a lot.’
Woof.
The bloody magic gradually changed into a clean red color.
The red magic rising from his hand was beautiful to look at. This power that caused a strange vibration, making a whooshing sound, was none other than the Red Phoenix True Myung Magic.
After staring at his hand for a long time, Lee Cheon-sang looked back at the towering tower in the distance.
After a while.
Lee Cheon-sang disappeared from that place.
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Jamiru, which opened early in the morning, was deserted, befitting its grandeur.
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Yi Cheon-sang went in without paying attention. He was basically a resident, but all the resident soldiers in the inner court were famous for their delicious food.
He sat by the window on the first floor and immediately ordered vegetable and meat porridge.
The points were sharp. There were many high-ranking officials among the internal warlords, and they were basically stronger than the external warlords.
Lee Cheon-sang sat alone and looked out the window.
He wasn’t really looking to see anything. These days, he often just stares around without thinking or gets lost in his own thoughts.
How much time had passed? Meat porridge and stir-fried vegetables were placed in front of him.
He looked out the window, picked up his spoon, and said.
“You do know that disobeying an order is a felony, right?”
“Ugh.”
The person sitting across from Lee Cheon-sang, who seemed so natural, was surprisingly Heo Pil.
“I knew you’d come here sometime. I heard that the Lord of Madness and the Lord of the Criminal Law frequent this place.”
Lee Cheon-sang said, taking a spoonful of the soup.
“What about the kids?”
“I’m doing well. I’ve been training hard. I heard there won’t be any missions for a while.”
“I gave you the position of deputy editor. But why did you come here?”
“I didn’t come here because I was worried about you, Your Majesty. I received an order.”
“command?”
Heo Pil whetted his appetite.
“The Lord told me to follow him.”
Lee Cheon-sang’s spoon stopped.
But that was only for a moment, the stirring of the spoon over the hot porridge was still gentle.
“Your Majesty?”
“Yes. That’s why I had no choice but to transfer the mission to the main instructor.”
Heo Pil chuckled.
“What on earth are you doing here? Why else would the Lord have told you to follow me?”
Lee Cheon-sang ate the meat porridge in silence.
Yang Baek-ho knows very well that he is special to him. It was purely human affection, without any political reason.
But no matter how much he tried, he wouldn’t have known what kind of situation he would be in if Lee Cheon-sang hadn’t told him.
‘Have you noticed?’
He was a very stubborn and opinionated person, so he didn’t have many close friends, but there were still quite a few people in the civil war who admired Yang Baek-ho.
Among them was Doheon, the leader of the Gwangma Dynasty.
‘Is it you?’
That was highly probable.
I don’t know if Yang Baek-ho found out on his own or if Do-heon told me, but the important thing is that my actions are being watched.
Not only Do-heon and Yang Baek-ho, but also many other people are watching him.
“By the way, what is that knife?”
Heo Pil’s eyes turned to the chair next to Lee Cheon Sang. There, wrapped in a white cloth, was a white bone sword.
“It’s fire.”
“Fire?”
“Fire that attracts moths.”
Heo Pil’s eyes deepened.
“I don’t know what it is, but there is a reason why the Lord sent me.”
“I didn’t know much, so I only sent you. It wouldn’t mean much to send anyone else.”
“I’m not that weak.”
“If you break the seal, then yes.”
“… … .”
Heo Pil, who had been quietly looking at Lee Cheon-sang, sighed.
“So, who’s coming?”
“I don’t know.”
“… … Are you dealing with people you don’t know?”
“Those who want to find out something from the White Bone God, or his political enemies, will come to me.”
“… … ?!”
“This sword is a sword I received from the White Bone God Demon.”
With those few words, Heo Pil realized how things were going.
“Are you crazy, sir?”
“… … .”
“You’re saying that you got involved in a fight between a non-combat unit and a third-rank unit, and the Senate?”
“You must be hungry from waiting until dawn. Order some for yourself too.”
“Will you be able to eat after hearing that? I came here to help, not to kill you.”
“Then go back.”
“If you go back, you’ll die! For disobeying orders!”
“I will write a letter to the Lord. Take it back with you.”
“……shit.”
Heo Pil sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair.
“I feel like drinking since morning.”
“Should I order you to do it?”
“Okay! If you get hit with a knife while drinking… …!”
At that moment, Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes sparkled.
“Quiet.”
He looked at the entrance to the Jamiru.
He was a man with a haggard complexion. His clothes were shabby and torn, and he was seen wrapped in bandages.
Heo Pil also felt something unusual and swallowed hard, raising his spirits.
Lee Cheon-sang took a bite while chewing on his stir-fried vegetables.
“Do you still have any regrets about winning?”
“… … .”
“This time I won’t stop.”
It means that he will not stop swinging his sword.
The man, Hongsan, stared at Lee Cheon-sang quietly, then walked over and sat down on the remaining chair.
Heo Pil was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the monster. This was because he had no idea whether this guy was an enemy or not.
Hongsan, who was looking at Lee Cheon-sang with bloodshot eyes, said casually.
“I am…….”
“Has the order to remove been given?”
“… … !!”
Hongsan’s eyes widened.
“How did you know that?”
“If he had intended to fight, he would have struck right away, and his prayers are too unstable to be called a messenger.”
“… … .”
“When I heard about it, it seemed like you were acting rashly, but the organization doesn’t like that kind of thing.”
“Why don’t you spread out the mat?”
“So, what do you want me to do?”
Hongsan couldn’t open his mouth easily.
Lee Cheon-sang put down his spoon after eating a few bites.
“How is your physical condition?”
“what?”
“I asked if I could use a knife.”
It was a question whose meaning was difficult to understand. Hongsan frowned and looked at Lee Cheon-sang.
Lee Cheon-sang untied the cloth of Baekgoldo Island.
“The tail is attached.”
“… … ?!”
“If you didn’t come here to target me and don’t want to die, then do your share.”
Saaaaak!
A faint murderous aura seeped into Jamiru.