I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 235

Episode 235: Sacheonhoeju Macheonso

Gulp. The leaders of the three gates barely managed to swallow their saliva and sent their disciples out.

Then he gave orders not to let anyone approach him, and faced Ma Cheon So with a serious attitude.

Creak. Thump! As the door closed again, Ma Cheon-so sat up.

“Huh……!”

“Amitabha…….”

A sigh suddenly erupted. Was it really this big? It felt like Mt. Tai was weighing them down. This wasn't something that could be simply judged as a person with great spirit or strategy.

It was an energy that only an absolute being who had reached the heavens could possess.

'How… How can someone who is only a minor have such energy?'

'Did the monk see this coming? As expected, the seal of Daeoam is related to the horse ox… Amitabha.'

'Strong.'

Although they didn't say anything, the three people's opinions were the same.

You can feel it even without fighting.

He is a master.

An absolute master who can never be ignored.

The reason he was so conceited and overconfident was not because he had a high distribution or because he relied on his wisdom and was arrogant.

An absolute law that applies in the martial arts world.

It was just… … strong.

“Come in.”

Hwaaaaak! An eerie aura enveloped the three of them, as if they were being swallowed by a giant ogre.

However, they are also masters that cannot be left out in the Central Plains.

“The sword of Cheongseong does not waver…….”

Ha! Umuja flew in first with a bold shout. After leaping and drawing his sword, he immediately straightened his sword into a straight line and reached between his eyebrows. It only took a moment for him to blink.

'Xiao Zhao, the tiger god. Even a gentle tiger is just a tiger after all. People say he is gentle, but that is not true.'

A strange light appeared in Baekryo's eyes. It was only one move, but it seemed that he had put forth his full effort from the start, and there was no weakness in Umuja's sword.

Too close to avoid, too late to strike back.

'But why do they… …?'

In an instant, Baekryo's eyes caught sight of Murong Hui and Yan Nu behind him.

It's clear that Ma Cheon So is in a dangerous situation… …but he is relaxed without any hesitation.

Why?

The answer turned out to be an unbelievable result after a while.

“Huh?!”

Shh! Ma Cheon-so’s head tilted to the side. He thought it was impossible to avoid, but he lightly turned his head and swung his sword. Then, he grabbed the neck of Umuja, who was flying towards him so naturally, and slammed him to the ground.

Kwaaaaang!

There was a loud noise and a cloud of dust rose high.

Baekryo's eyes grew three times larger, and Dangbaeksu flinched and grabbed the poison needle in his bosom.

I couldn't believe it even after seeing it.

“No invitation…….”

There was no such thing as a herbivore. It was just a hand gesture made at will like that of a rascal.

But… … Umuja collapsed.

If a third-rate person saw it, they might not think it was anything special, but for those who reached the peak, it was something that broke common sense.

Martial arts are broadly divided into two types: mind techniques and beginner techniques.

Building up internal energy is the mind method, and using it is the basic method.

To give a simple example, the mind method is to train muscle strength, and the first method is to learn striking techniques.

However, this is only an example. The handling of internal energy is very elaborate and difficult.

Muscle strength can be easily felt just by clenching a fist, but internal energy requires tremendous concentration just to recognize its existence.

So, how difficult would it be to unleash an unknown power that is difficult to even feel?

So the existence was herbivorous.

To release internal energy, formalize every movement from breathing to making it manifest unconsciously through repeated practice.

But just a moment ago, Ma Cheon-so didn't have that.

“Ugh…….”

A groan, the pain felt deep in the bones, comes from below.

As the fluttering dust slowly settles, a frowning figure is seen lying on the ground.

On the other hand, Ma Cheon-so gestured to Baek-ryo to come too with an indifferent expression as if nothing had happened.

For a moment, I suspected that I had seen things wrong, but no. When I lowered my gaze, I saw that one of Ma Cheon So’s feet was mercilessly pressing down on Umu Ja’s wrist.

“Now, cruel…….”

“I never learned how to look after others.”

Ha! Mo Yong-hui snorted inwardly. The one who would even excuse a criminal when it wasn’t time to kill him was none other than Yang Ja-gak.

It's just that the birth itself has become cruel, and it's also provocative.

If you're going to do it, do it properly. That way, you won't have to do this troublesome thing twice.

“Come out-!”

As if he had heard correctly, Baekryo pulled out his Baekbaek sword and unleashed his sword.

The black energy shot out like a net, and Ma Cheon So kicked the ground.

Papa pat! Then, a fan of dust flies up and meets this.

'Do you think you can block it with a pile of dirt? You may be skilled in martial arts, but your numbers are shallow!'

When is the most dangerous time for those who have reached a high level at a young age through chance?

That was when I first met a seasoned expert.

A split second decision made due to lack of experience can mean the difference between life and death.

In Baekryo's eyes, this was the moment. The confidence in victory was engraved in him.

Nashim is a herbivore that contains the secrets of pleasure and change. It is like a net, and if you don't cut it, you can't escape. Of course, it is nonsense to block your view with a pile of dirt and avoid it.

It was clear that Ma Cheon-so would soon become defenseless and panicked.

Baekryo threw himself into the dirt with a venomous expression on his face, intent on ending it once and for all.

But.

“Huh…?!”

Kung! Baekryo's pupils shook, and a ringing sound poured into his ears. He felt a heavy blow as if a huge boulder had been thrown at his side. His body lost its balance and fell over.

I was so shocked that I didn't even feel any pain.

'You lured me…?!'

It's hard to believe, but that's what happened.

The moment Baekryo flew into the dirt pile, Ma Cheon-so, who had been waiting like a ghost, struck him in the side.

There was no way to know how he had prevented the outbreak.

'It wasn't that I avoided it… … I waited. It was I who was shallow. It wasn't just my martial arts skills that were outstanding. How could it be… … .'

Thud. Even Baekryo was hit in one breath.

Dang Baek-su wet his dry lips and muttered while holding the poison needle between his joints.

“I have a monster brother.”

“……You can come at once.”

Ma Cheon-so absentmindedly looked at Umuja and Baekryo.

The two people who barely managed to get up staggered and found their positions.

There was a strong determination that it could not end like this.

Dang Baek-su nodded and said.

“The specifications are disappointing.”

“Let’s get started.”

Pfft! The leaders of the three gates simultaneously flew forward without saying who would go first.

There was a brutal noise that continued for quite some time.

Until the moment when everyone is satisfied and can accept it.

Even the disciples standing outside the wall with their ears open trembled with fear.

It continued like that.

*A lot of time passed, and before we knew it, it was time for the sun to set.

The disciples still stayed outside, and the Haewoo Pavilion was quiet.

“Umm…….”

Umuja opened her closed eyes and sat up straight.

“Ugh……!”

Omansang frowns at the pain that surges in like a flood. There is no place that is holy. It wasn't a dream. He looks around with a dejected face.

It was inside the room. And Ma Cheon-so was seen reading a book on the table at the end.

“Mr. Ma……”

“Are you awake?”

“Ugh… How long have I been like this?”

“It’s been a little over an hour.”

Huh. He let out a sigh and lowered his head. How could this be so filthy? A man named Jang Moon-in was beaten so badly that he fainted.

He raised his head again and looked at Ma Cheon So. There was no shame or anger in his eyes.

Rather, it only contains longing and fear, as if looking at a monster.

Hmm. I looked down at the groans of the tossing and turning, and saw Baekryo, who was lying next to me, struggling to get up.

“Don’t be upset, it’s not just the manager who fainted.”

What a boring joke to hear as soon as you wake up. Baekryo made a bitter expression at Umuja’s words and glanced at Macheonso in the same manner.

I don't even remember how many times I was hit. I was beaten to the point where I lost my will and couldn't even lift my sword. I was beaten to the point of death.

There was no mercy. Jang Yoo-yoo changed the country to the point where you wondered if he was really Jeong Do-in.

The last person to wake up, Dang Baek-su, also had a reaction that wasn't much different.

Of course, there was no older brother in front of the fist.

Anyway, they lost and he proved himself.

It was a shocking experience that the three members of the Jeongpa clan were defeated by an unknown syndicate that was nothing more than a contractual agreement.

I had a lot of questions.

What kind of person was the master? Did he receive any training in martial arts? What kind of elixirs did he mainly take? Did he not appear to have done so from the beginning?

However, due to the sake of pride, it is now impossible to ask each and every one of them. They were the ones who demanded proof from Ma Cheon So, and they were the ones who lost. What more can I say?

There was only one thing to say now.

“Mr. Ma. Please lead the Sacheonhoe!”

The heads of the three gates politely accepted the lottery and made a request.

Ma Cheon-so put the book down on the table and slowly looked at them.

And said.

“Don’t try to match me, don’t try to know me. Just follow what I decide. That’s the condition.”

"hmm……."

The three people sighed at the self-righteous remark.

I was somewhat prepared for it, but when I actually heard it, I couldn't help but feel repulsed.

one.

“Then no one will treat the Sacheonhoe lightly. Whether it’s the Murim Alliance or the Sadoryeon.”

The three people's gazes were intertwined in the air.

That's it. No more shaking.

They shouted in unison.

“Please take good care of me, Hoeju!”

A smile appeared on Ma Cheon-so's lips.

It was finally the moment when the owner of the Sacheonhoe was decided.

Also, no one can ignore them anymore.

Even more so if you know the truth.

If they find out that he is the leader of the Demonic Cult.

*Becoming the president of the Sacheonhoe meant a lot of changes.

We must face the many challenges that will come to Sacheon in the future as a person in charge, not as a third party.

From minor disputes between sects to major life-or-death decisions.

Ma Cheon-so had to be directly involved in everything.

For him, who is moving in secret while avoiding the eyes of the heavenly palace, it is bound to be a burden.

But even so, the reason I accepted it was because there were also benefits to it.

“Hoeju, when will you visit the Murim Alliance?”

The Murim Alliance.

Since he was the chairman, he had a reason to attend the summit.

In other words, this means that you can now encounter the celestial spies hiding inside more quickly and naturally.

Of course, it will become more dangerous.

“The Murim Alliance will come later. There are things to take care of first.”

The heads of the three gates looked puzzled.

It was only a few days ago that I became the host, and today I was just planning to have a quick chat and then head back.

More than anything, there wasn't a single spot on my body that was unwell, so I planned to spend a few days resting and breathing in the fresh mountain air.

But it seems like there's something that's been waiting to be resolved. It's too sudden to be considered a good driving force.

Of course, there is so much to do.

Jeong Il-sim had to return to Cheongseong, resolve the issues with Amipa and Manwol Sangdan, and deliver news of the alliance to the Murim Alliance.

But that's not something we need to do right now.

“Hoeju. Today is the first day of the Sacheonhoe. So, there’s no need to overwork yourself.”

“Didn’t you hear from Suhanseong?”

“What are you talking about?”

When Umuja asked again with her eyes wide open, Ma Cheon-so let out a shallow breath.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

“Let me in.”

Ma Cheon-so threw out all explanations and said something out of the blue.

Creak.

Then the door to the annex opened and two people appeared.

One is Suhanseong, the great disciple of Cheongseong, and the other is.

“Death penalty… what a sight….”

It was Taekibang who appeared in rags. He shouted loudly, breathing heavily, not caring about the gazes pouring down on him.

“The Apostles… are trying to start a war!”

The pupils of the three people shake without any obstruction.

Second World War.

The omen has sounded.