I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 215

Episode 215: An Unexpected Reunion (2)

Bam. I felt a hot hand grab the back of my head, and before I could kick the ceiling, I was forcibly pinned to the ground.

Kwaaaaang! Crackle, crackle.

As if a meteor had struck, a spiderweb-like crack formed around the area where it had touched Guyangryong's face.

Just looking at it was enough to make one frown, but Ma Cheon-so had no intention of stopping, so he lifted it up into the air and swung it very lightly as if he was tapping it.

Bam!

Then, an eerie sound like a crash of iron was heard, and Guyangryong was slammed into the wall faster than when he jumped.

Slurp, thud.

Then he fell to the floor in a powerless state.

Anyone who looks at this can tell that it's goodbye to life.

But.

“Shit.”

Ma Cheon-so snorts. As expected, Gu Yang-ryong, who had seemed dead, slowly rises.

He asked with astonished eyes, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“You…what are you?”

“It’s been a while, Gu Yang-ryong.”

What kind of greeting is this, so blatantly and in a mess? However, even this basic thought was not in Guyangryong’s head at the moment.

The flow of energy emanating from Ma Cheon So was now visible.

What is the bet?

It flows like wind through the blood vessels in the body through breathing.

Of course, there is a gap between the strong and the weak, and that becomes the path to death.

But Ma Cheon-so didn't have it.

It was as if the devil had taken up residence inside his body, it was perfect in itself.

An opponent you absolutely cannot kill.

It was the third time in his life.

“Heh… Heh heh. Don’t make me laugh!”

With Guyangryong's shout, the Thousand-Slayer Sword swings from his hand once again.

I brought both hands together in front of my chest, drew a circle, and then stretched them out forward.

Then, as if two dragons were shooting together, they flew straight towards Ma Cheon So.

Quaddududuk!

As the Thousand-Year-Old Beast passed, the ground would heave and the walls would collapse.

It is truly an enormous power.

Hana Macheonso stood in place, looked around indifferently, took a shallow breath, and said this.

“You pay for this.”

Then, he stretched his hind leg forward and stabbed the Thousand-Sal-Bido straight into the center.

It was as if my hand was being swallowed by the jaws of a giant dragon.

But that's just a stupid illusion.

Kwaaaaaaah!

The whole world was covered in a crimson blackness with a mad roar.

And Guyangryong saw it clearly.

A giant celestial demon that turned two dragons into dragons.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

*A murmur came from outside the inner quarters.

The tones were different, but the feelings were the same.

In that narrow space, something unimaginable is happening right now.

An ordinary person would have thought that a cauldron had exploded upon hearing the loud noise, but these people were different.

No, there were few who could grasp its value as well as these people.

Yan Nu, Murong Hui, and Dokjeol Dangjoha.

This was especially true because all three were experts who could foresee the times.

"earthly……."

Dang Jo-ha, who had been keeping his mouth shut the whole time, finally opened his mouth.

His words contained a great deal of meaning.

Who is Mr. Ma? How does he emit such powerful energy? What is going on?

But I had no intention of asking anyone else for the answer.

I had to ask directly and see for myself.

And that moment came quickly.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

I heard the sound of flames rising, and saw the colorful and intact inner quarters transform into a pile of pure white ashes, as if they had faced the storms of a long time in an instant.

The sight at that moment was so beautiful that I lost myself in it for a moment.

Ashes brushed across my palm. I unconsciously looked down at them and grabbed them.

And when he looked ahead again, he saw a spoiled boy lying in a miserable state, covered in soot and blood, and a man standing indifferently in front of him.

A face that cannot be hidden even by long, loose hair.

“Ma…teacher?”

It was Ma Cheon-so, the leader of the Myonggyo sect.

“Yeomno. Put it in the barn. There’s no need to drain the blood. It won’t flow anyway.”

“Okay. Senator…should I call you?”

When Yeomno approached and took a quick look, he could clearly see that he was on the verge of death. However, Ma Cheon-so was resolute.

“No need. It’s just light.”

If it was this light, if it had been just a little heavier, there wouldn't have been any corpses left.

"I get it."

One of them was faithful and simple.

He immediately carried it on his shoulder and confidently headed to the barn.

Then, Ma Cheon-so looked at Dang Jo-ha, who was standing there with his mouth open in bewilderment, and said:

“As you can see, the situation is like this. I will take you to the separate building.”

“Um… I guess not.”

Ma Cheon-so nodded slightly and headed straight to the annex at the back. Dang Jo-ha also followed him with hurried steps.

*Unlike the cramped and dreary main house, the annex had the appearance of a typical house.

In the center was a table, surrounded by orchids of all kinds.

Unlike the fierce aura I felt a little while ago, it is a truly cozy place.

So the two of them sat facing each other in the living room.

Unlike other times, Ma Cheon-so personally brought out the tea and served it to me.

His tone was completely different from the arrogant attitude he showed when he treated everyone with contempt.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long.”

It's not that he's being terribly polite. But if you think about his usual manners, it's a change of attitude that's like the creation of a new world.

It wasn't like this when I was dealing with Baekryosae, the leader of Ami's room. It was fortunate that I didn't call her a slut.

One, the two were different. It was natural when you look at their relationship.

Isn't he the grandfather of Jigijiuin Dangpyeongsan and the master who taught him medicine?

“Hmm…. It’s something that someone who finds it without permission will have to endure. You don’t have to worry about it.”

He spoke as if he was scolding himself for being rude and coming to see him without knowing that he was a quantum prude.

It was not out of favor, but it was the minimum level of morality that a political party should have.

Of course, this was the beginning and the end of the morality he could show, and Ma Cheon-so knew full well that he would soon snap at him like a grumpy old man, so he couldn't help but snicker.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ah. I laughed because I remembered the old days, so you don’t need to worry about it, old man. More importantly, why did you come all the way to Haewoo Pavilion?”

He seems polite, but he really isn't. Dang Jo-ha frowned strangely and licked his lips.

But since I didn't come here to look for a son-in-law anyway, I asked in a nutshell.

“Do you know who I am?”

Are you trying to kill my spirit from the start? Ma Cheon-so nodded his head coolly and answered.

“There must be someone in Sacheon who doesn’t know the elder of the Tang family.”

Are you saying that you still call me Nobu when you know that? Dangjo snickered and asked me questioningly.

“Do you know what is happening in Sacheon right now?”

“You’re still the same,” Ma Cheon-so said, smiling slightly at his sharp tone.

“Where in this vast Sacheon can there be more than one or two things to do? The stories of the women along the river are endless.”

“Do you think that’s all you came here to ask? Cheongseong and Ami look like they’re going to start a war at any moment.”

“I know that too. I wouldn’t have come here just to hear the opinion of a single manor owner.”

“Huh, of course not. Haewoo-gak? What would it be like to know the insides of a vagabond you’ve never heard of?”

A wanderer. Well, that's not wrong. Ma Cheon-so shrugged his shoulders and responded indifferently.

But then, it became natural for me to get angry.

What a clever guy. Usually, he'd just have to be yelled at a few times and he'd start talking on his own, but for some reason, he just has this look on his face like he's telling me what to do.

Eventually, unable to bear the frustration, I asked for the matter.

“I’ll ask you straight out. You have to tell me the truth.”

“If you are confident that you can pay the price.”

“Why is Salsu here?”

Salsu. If there's one person who can live here, it's Guyangryong.

And this is an unplanned question.

'How much do you know? The Murim Alliance doesn't really know the Princess of Bigungju, except for Han Soso. The only people who know are the elders. If they knew Guyangryong, they would have discussed his nickname, Daecheonsal, instead of Salsu.'

There was no change in his expression, but inside him vast thoughts flashed like lightning.

Salgung and Hwanheegung are also active in the Central Plains, but unlike the elders who call themselves Madura, they move while completely hiding the fact that they are a famous sect.

The Seven Great Palaces exist solely to maintain order in Cheonsan.

Moreover, Guyangryong is the Great Heavenly Swordsman, considered the best assassin in the world. It is impossible for his appearance to be this well-known.

Because everyone who faced the Great Thousand Killers would have died.

Ma Cheon-so's mouth opened.

“You found out, thank you.”

“Huh! With no hesitation in his hand and his momentum intact, who can wield such a pitiful dagger? If not Salsu, then who else? Judging by his skills, he must be a famous guy.”

Of course, I only guessed by looking at the rain. I don't know his real identity.

Ma Cheon-so took a sip of tea and said, regaining his composure.

“Then why did Salsu come here?”

“Huh! You must have committed many sins, right? Someone must have put a gold bar around your neck.”

“Since such a great adult has granted us the legitimacy of killing, I look forward to the future of the Central Plains.”

He gave it back and received it verbally. His hands trembled at the sarcastic tone.

“Go! The guys here seem to be no ordinary ones. The assassin who took out my poisonous snake ended up like this at your hands. So it’s natural for me to suspect you!”

“What suspicion are you talking about?”

“Apostolic Society. Could it be that you are a spy sent by the Apostolic Society?”

Phew! You got it wrong. It's not a discipleship, it's a cult. It's not a cult, it's a religious sect.

Ma Cheon-so hid his laughter and accepted it calmly.

“A nameless master who is unknown to an adult of that level becomes a disciple? That is truly believable logic.”

“Do you dare to play a joke with an old man?”

“You came all of a sudden and are being harsh. Isn’t that what you really wanted?”

Words won't do it. Dang Jo-ha took three deep breaths and narrowed his eyes as he asked.

“Ugh… Alright. Why are Cheongseong and Ami looking for you?”

“Do I need to know everything about the person seeking it?”

“You bastard-! Can’t you hurry up and tell me? The head of the Army’s academy said that you can definitely solve the problem.”

“Is that so? Then go and ask him yourself. I’m curious too. In Ami, you drew the line first and sent me here, and Cheongseong told me not to come back again, but you brought Salsu and oppressed me. Did you ask why Salsu came? Then I’ll ask you too. Is Sacheon originally this rude?”

“What, what?”

“You do one thing too. If you came here to show off, then just say whatever you want without listening. If you came here because you want something, then just pay the price and take it.”

“Gaaaaal-!”

Kwak! What was going to explode, exploded. Dang Jo-ha slammed the table and shouted.

He was so angry that he looked like he was going to tear me to pieces with his eyes.

Hana Macheonso muttered while looking at Seo Gwi, who had become an innocent sacrificial lamb.

“It’s a day with a lot to receive.”

“Have you seen such a white guy? Answer me straight. Who are you?! Reveal your truth!”

“There are many things I’m curious about.”

“Hey you-!”

“The bullies aren’t that great.”

Who am I talking to? I couldn't stand the rudeness I experienced for the first time, so I left.

Shhhh!

For a moment, a strange light appeared in Ma Cheon-so's eyes, and a small smile appeared.

And just like with Guyangryong, this time too he was faster.

It's just that the level of martial arts was different.

Woohoo!

The flying rain is wrapped around the Taegeuk pattern drawn by Ma Cheon-so's hand and flows lightly to the side.

Then, all the strength left him and he felt like he was floating.

Even if you didn't use up any internal energy, it's not ordinary to be able to get through a single attack from a poisonous creature.

There was one more surprising thing.

“Taegeuk dance makeup (太極無化掌)?!”