I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 122

Episode 122: The Master of the Heavenly Palace (1)

Shh …

At dawn when the full moon is setting.

A man wearing a golden mask stands blankly on a mountaintop overlooking Ilbong and Wolbong on both sides.

And then, five unexpected people were lying face down with their heads bowed.

“What should we do now?”

The first thing that came to mind was the refreshing voice of a woman. When I slightly raised my head, the moonlight revealed a beautiful beauty. Eyes that were sharp yet seemed to flow with sensuality.

Surprisingly, it was Baek Sa-hwa, the owner of the Palace of Hwanhee, Han So-so.

“What about Bisek?”

The masked man lowers his voice in a cold tone without even looking back.

Even though I only said a word, it felt like a weight of ten thousand pounds was pressing down on my shoulders.

“I have done as you instructed.”

“… … No matter how much you eat of the fruit of greed, you never feel hungry again. So if you eat too quickly, you will eventually burst. Without even knowing how many worms are in your stomach.”

“It’s my fault for being stupid.”

The man sitting next to Han So-so bowed his head even more deeply.

Surahyeolma Eultaesik. It was Hyeolra.

“No. When anyone grows for a long time, the place they are in will seem small. It’s just a matter of when.”

He turned around slowly.

Then the shoulders of the five people stiffened and strength gathered.

Han So-so, Hyeol-ra, Geomma Danjeong-hak, Dokma Dongbang, and Jeon Na-geo-gu-ma Cheon Se-min.

Five masters known as Myunggyo were kneeling in front of the school.

To others, it would be shocking and cause them to rub their eyes, but if they knew who the person behind the mask was, they would start prostrating themselves before even understanding.

“Master, please give the order.”

Cult leader.

The ripples from this word were enough to awaken the entire heavenly mountains.

He slowly took off his mask.

Then, surprisingly, a beautiful appearance that seemed to be not even in her forties was revealed.

Long, loose hair with pure white skin.

Decadent eyes and purple lips.

Is this what it will be like when the leader of the small religious sect, Ma Cheon-so, spends twenty years?

It has a truly devilish beauty, as if it had been turned back into a circle.

“How much do you know about the heavens?”

“… … I don’t know the details, but I suspect that he had been secretly in hiding in the Myunggyo for a long time, and that he joined hands with the Blood Princess. And then… … .”

Han So So’s words trailed off and her beautiful forehead furrowed. This was because she remembered the first time she had met him at the Palace of Hwanhee.

If the leader had not entered disguised as a delegation, we would have suffered a great defeat.

Because after that day, other princesses were attacked by the Heavenly Palace.

It was a crisis, it was a trap.

But surprisingly, the leader searched for them one by one and saved them all.

What’s even more surprising is that it wasn’t just the cult leader who saved them.

Seomhwageom Yauljin. He was also there.

“The Heavenly Palace has already spread across Cheonsan like a night spider. Since hundreds of years ago.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I was so shocked that I couldn’t even let out my breath.

At first, when the leader of the sect mentioned the Heavenly Palace, I didn’t believe it. After being attacked, I realized their true identity, but hundreds of years?

I just thought they were a group that had infiltrated from the Western Regions or Northern Yuan. I could never have guessed that.

“Did the leader know?”

Han So So opened her mouth.

“I knew it.”

“Since when… … .”

“From the moment you become a cult leader.”

“But why… … ?”

I felt embarrassed. Why did I leave it alone even though I knew this? I frowned.

“Princess Hwanhee.”

Matthew called her with a confused smile.

“Yes, Master.”

“It is not difficult to tell you, but you will have to be silenced by death.”

It’s true. This is not a lie.

Matthew Pyung’s eyes say so.

Han So-so lowered her head and opened her mouth in a low tone.

“… … I’m sorry. I won’t listen.”

“That’s right. You still have work to do. The Heavenly Palace… … has power, but it never steps forward. Like light and darkness. So when they share the same purpose, they can be friends who can take your back, but if they deviate even slightly, they can transform into the source of ominous omens.”

There was an inexplicable bitterness in Matthew’s tone.

“I don’t understand. What on earth do they want… … .”

“If you can understand in the first place, you won’t become an enemy.”

“Is the Little Leader in danger? He must be alone in the Seonghwa Palace right now.”

Danjeonghak asks cautiously.

But there is no worry in Matthew’s eyes.

Rather, what I see in him now is a vicious murderous intent.

“You all, lead your flock and gather at the Somyeong Palace as I told you.”

“Your name… … .”

The leader, Ma Tae-pyeong, smiled and spread out his palms.

Woohoo!

Then, a long branch that had fallen from under a large tree was caught in his grasp with a sharp object.

Then he turned his body again and looked at the daily and monthly wages alternately.

“I will let him know that I am back. He will surely respond to my question.”

“He… who is he?”

“… … Lord of the Heavenly Palace.”

Hwaaaaak!

The hem of Matthew’s clothes fluttered, and an indescribable momentum rose up.

Four people grimaced, covering their eyes with their sleeves, under the uncontrollable wind pressure.

Then, Matthew Ping’s shoulders were pulled back as far as they could go, and the tree branches that had been covered in strong energy and even their main body had become faint shot out with great intensity.

Wheaaa …

In an instant, it flies like lightning towards the peak.

“I have returned. To break the chains between you and me. So… … Face me, Master of the Heavens.”

The sound of Matthew’s sermon echoes across the mountaintop.

The four people who had prostrated themselves scattered to various places without a sound and disappeared.

“Everything will go as planned.”

* * *

Zhuge Tong knelt down, his eyes covered with a black cloth and completely bound.

I didn’t know where this place was or how I got here.

I remember following the path of the Three Elders and Banya, but after that, I felt as if I had fainted and nothing came to mind.

I came to my senses and perked up my ears to try to figure out what was going on, but all I could tell was that the floor was cold.

“You’re awake but you don’t say anything or ask questions. Why? Do you think you’ll find out anything if you pretend to pass out?”

The affectionate tone or meaning behind the words is never peaceful.

The Three Elders, Prajna.

It was his voice.

“You’ll tell me when the time comes anyway, even if I don’t ask. Otherwise, I would have killed you.”

“Haha! As expected, Cheon Gi-ja is good at talking. Just wait. I’ll let you go. But, since this is where the master is, it would be a bit much for someone like Cheon Gi-ja to know, right?”

“At least… … it will be something useful.”

“That is for the master to decide. Please follow me.”

Bam. The cloth covering Zhuge Tong’s eyes fell away, and the surrounding scenery came into view.

It was a narrow corridor with all sides blocked off. There were ornate patterns engraved on it, and in front of me, I could see Banya walking towards the wall.

Does that mean I should crawl on my own? Zhuge Tong took a deep breath and began to crawl, hitting the back of his arms on the ground.

Swish, swish.

It was only a ten-step walk, but already sweat was forming on my forehead and I was out of breath.

Banya looks back and smiles brightly.

“Is it hard? It’s okay. But be careful not to dirty the place where the master is, or you’ll have to wipe it off with your blood.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“great.”

Banya nodded and placed her hand on the wall. Then, a strange noise was heard and the passage opened.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

“Servant of God, Banya. I come to see you, Master.”

Thud. Banya knelt down and bowed her head.

A narrow, square room. A hollow ceiling. A bookcase in the center.

It was indeed a humble residence for the master of the heavenly palace, but Zhuge Tong could tell that the person standing before him was the mastermind controlling Mingjiao from behind the scenes.

[[You’ve returned, my messenger.]]

A man turns around leisurely.

He wears a golden mask from the West and a blood-breathing robe. Furthermore, he displays the Six Combat Battles, so it is impossible to guess who he is.

As Zhuge Tong swallowed dry saliva, he slowly approached him, looked down at him, and spoke.

[[You are the child of the Zhuge family who wandered a long way to get here.]]

“Nice to meet you. My name is Zhuge Tong.”

[[Reading the weather is something that is too difficult for an uncivilized human to handle, so you must pay a price. The strangeness of your life is also due to that.]]

“… …Is that so?”

Zhuge Tong’s eyes shone with intelligence as he answered calmly.

Know your past.

This happened a long time ago, and only a few people within the political party know the details.

That is to say.

As expected, the author is the one who started the work, or is someone who has the ability to see a thousand miles away even in this cramped space.

Well, if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t be in this state. I would have been cutting off their heads and burning them together with the cult leader.

[[But if Jim takes you in, you may be able to escape from those bonds.]]

“Thank you for your words… … Weren’t you trying to punish me? My inadequate strategy didn’t reach the young sect leader, and the Great Heavenly Emperor ended up failing.”

[[Do you think so?]]

“Isn’t it?”

As I raised the corners of my lips, I felt Banya’s sharp gaze.

But Zhuge Tong only looked at Cheongungju without even looking at her.

Now was not the time to cater to Banya’s temper. He had to risk his life to prove his reason for being.

[[If I had wanted to punish you, there would have been no reason to call you here.]]

Woohoo!

Zhuge Tong’s body rose up by the power of others and moved forward like a cloud.

A wooden doll on the table came into view on its own.

The leader on the line laid out like a race is… … the leader of the small group, Ma Cheon So.

[[The origin of the Heavenly Palace is to receive the price of sin. It doesn’t matter who it is, as long as they are worthy of paying.]]

The price of sin. The qualification for responsibility. Zhuge Tong chewed on his words and hardened his expression.

Interest is not a mere lowlife who is greedy for power by putting the leader first.

He is the one who hides a larger scale.

“What is the price… …?”

[[It is self-destruction. The followers of the Myungsung religion must harm each other and wash away their sins with the blood they shed. Only then will their atonement be fulfilled.]]

“Are you planning to start a civil war with your own hands?”

[[There is an eternal order to all things, so if the era of peace is prolonged, a greater disaster will come, and after destruction, a long period of peace will be achieved. Their sacrifice saves the lives of innocent people.]]

It was sophistry and far-fetched. But his voice was full of strength. It was a display of confidence that he had achieved this so far.

[[It’s still hard to believe.]]

“… … Isn’t that an over-interpretation? If you’re going to be that picky, wouldn’t it be better to just erase the famous school?”

The same would apply to the sky.

[[Even if they disappear, new ones will take their place. That is the truth of the universe.]]

“If you do that, all the bloody calamities that have occurred in the Myunggyo up until now were all done to eliminate the believers in this Great Heavenly Festival… … .”

Zhuge Tong could not continue speaking because he saw Ban Ye’s mad smile.

Minimum line.

If I continue talking here, I’m sure I won’t be able to avoid getting in trouble.

I swallowed my saliva and slowly opened my mouth again.

“… …Why are you telling me this?”

Even though I have no internal energy, I was assisting the leader of the sect until recently.

There must be another reason why he is telling me these things.

[[Jeong, Sa, Ma, Sae-oe. And the Imperial Family. The balance between the past will be broken and overflow, and an era of chaos will come.]]

I didn’t know about the new queen and the royal family, but I already knew that as the power of the government grew, war would come.

“Are you telling me to… stop the war?”

[[Even if you block it, once you pass the critical point, disaster will surely follow, so any effort is useless.]]

Fatalism again? Zhuge Tong frowned. He thought that these people were very worthy of the name of religion.

No, Cheongung is a demonic cult and a heresy.

“Then what do you want from me?”

[[Lead the followers of the Myungsung religion and drench heaven and earth in blood. Create an endless battlefield and kill and kill again. That is why I am taking you in.]]

The End. What the Lord of Heaven wants is for everyone to die and fall, ending the war.

Zhuge Tong’s hands and feet trembled at this madman’s proclamation.

This isn’t just a problem for the Murim Alliance and the Myunggyo. If the Myunggyo’s demons go to the Central Plains, bloodshed in the mountains will become a daily occurrence.

“Why… … me?”

Zhuge Tong asked in a trembling tone.

Although he gained fame by being called a genius, it was only a memory of the past.

What on earth did you do to deserve this?

[[You have already paid the price long ago, so you are worthy of being my child.]]

“What is that… … ?”

Before Zhuge Tong could finish speaking, the Heavenly Princess recited an ominous spell as if chanting a Buddhist prayer, and a pure white energy shape appeared from her fingertips.

And then slowly approaches Zhuge Tong and covers him with it.

Ss …

The ring tightens around the body and slowly digs into the body.

“Khaaaaaaaah!”

Zhuge Tong’s eyes turned bloodshot and bloody tears streamed down his face.

An unimaginable pain surged through me, as if each bone was being ground to pieces, but I couldn’t even move my body as if it was bound.