I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 269

Episode 269: The Scar in the Central Plains

Those who witnessed the divine presence of Ma Cheon So were silent.

She placed her hand on his wrist, drawing a circle like a butterfly toward the flying sun.

After that, the bear-like Seol Han-hae traced a path over Ma Cheon-so Jeong Su-ri and crashed into the wall.

Anyone who saw it would see that it was a clever way to use the opponent's power to strike first by using centripetal force.

If that's all, it's nonsense.

The regular strand of bone-breaking magic was cleverly and perfectly blocked.

That's how powerful the move Ma Cheon-so showed was. It was a natural movement of Mu-cho that was not a herbivore but was filled with enlightenment.

The divine status of a perfect being that even those gathered here cannot easily imitate.

'It seems that it is true that he was killed by the Great Swordsman of Weiso.'

Chun-gae whetted his appetite. It was the moment when the remaining remnants of doubt disappeared.

And that's not all.

'Hyunyang, close your mouth. You're drooling.'

There was also a strong scent of nonpartisanship.

The fact that the shaman of the time, the best swordsman, Hyeon Yang Do-in, who had been sitting elegantly, suddenly stood up and lowered his hat to his Adam's apple is proof of this.

"uh……?"

The shepherd just blinked his eyes like he had squandered all his wealth.

With this, it was revealed to the world that Ma Cheon So's reputation was not a lie.

of course.

"Ugh… A cheap trick to take advantage of my moment of carelessness…!"

The foolish bear had no clue.

What do you mean, careless? Are the people gathered here blind? I can tell just by looking at them.

"Whoaaaaap!"

Seol Han-hae rushed in again, shouting in frustration.

It's the same regular place as before.

Ma Cheon-so muttered with a bored look in his eyes.

"There is no change, no creativity. I guess there is nothing I can do about foolishness."

The moment the sword came close to his nose, Ma Cheon-so's eyes changed.

If you do it roughly, he'll keep bothering you. Should I cripple him… … or kill him?

"Snow Ark, stop!"

While I was lost in my thoughts, a man flew in from behind me like a ray of light.

Bam! Then he lifted Seol Han-hae's arm up and made him face the ceiling, then stabbed him in the empty chest.

"Kkuuuuk!"

Kwaaaaang! A louder roar than before rained down, and dust rose up in the air.

All the gathered attendees were shocked.

Just one person.

Except for Ma Cheon-so, who was just watching from afar right in front of my eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Is this what it feels like to have your prey stolen right in front of you? Ma Cheon-so was filled with a sense of displeasure.

How dare you suddenly barge in and interrupt during a fight. This is something that cannot be tolerated in the martial arts world.

But the man's next actions were even more shocking.

"I am Hyeon-yang, the 19th disciple of the shaman. I may be rude to ask. Is it true that what Bin-do saw was an application of the Taegeuk Muhwajang?"

"however?"

Thud. This time, he knelt down. His eyes were filled with guilt. You… …what are you?

"It is a crime not to recognize the elders of the temple. Please punish me severely!"

The crowd doubted their eyes. They rubbed their sleeves. Who is Hyeon-yang? He is the best swordsman of the time, Wi-heo-do-in, who was defeated by the overlord Geom-chi and, sensing death, passed everything on to him through the martial arts.

One of the Seven Dragons who reached the realm of Hwagyeong before reaching the age of 40.

That was the Taegeukryong Hyeonyang.

But get on your knees?!

Ma Cheon-so said as if it was absurd.

"Master was a shaman's disciple. Even if we share the same roots, there is no need to show this much respect."

He also knew Hyeon-yang. He wasn't particularly interested, but since they were similar in age when they were both Yang-gak, they were often compared.

So I didn't understand it anymore.

Hyun Yang's Taesabu was the best swordsman in the entire generation. No matter how high Ma Cheon So's distribution was, his roots were those of a lay disciple. Therefore, there was no need for him, the official great disciple of a shaman, to do this.

one.

"The Grand Master said that he had an older brother who grew up with him. He said that he had a story and did not formally become a shaman, but he changed his last name so that he would be remembered. Yes, that's right. That person is… his great-grandfather, the great swordsman Wisocheong."

I didn't know. It was a genealogy I never thought of.

Ma Cheon-so looked at Hyeon-yang in bewilderment.

"From now on, I will be asking for private tutoring more frequently."

A commotion erupted in the hall. It was an event that would change the world.

Not only did the chairman of the Sacheonhoe become the ambassador, but the Mudangjeilgeom, the symbolic figure of the Mudangpa, declared himself the mastermind.

From Cheongseong, Ami, and Tangmun to the Mudangpa, four of the world's most prestigious families were virtually subjugated to the Sacheonhoeju.

It was the appearance of a truly earth-shattering being.

'I'm screwed… What should I say to Jang Moon-in… It's all because of those guys… '

'You have to sacrifice to survive. You have to give whatever the Lord wants to survive! You have to go back to the temple. I shouldn't have listened to that bastard, Mok-gi-ja… '

The three little mice were shocked by the sudden change in situation.

The shepherd bit his fingertips and showed extreme anxiety, and Na Dae-yong staggered.

Lee Eom-dong ran to Seol Han-hae.

Now, no matter how much I racked my brain, there was only one thing I had to do.

It's like dropping a heavy head.

"Your Excellency… I have been rude. Please… show me mercy and generosity."

“Whatever you wish, I will definitely pay the price…….”

Mok-gi-ja and Na-dae-yong bowed their heads. It was truly a quick response like a rat. The audience clicked their tongues and criticized them.

Would it have been like that even if the Mudangjeilgeom hadn't come out?

"forgiveness?"

Ma Cheon-so opened his mouth leisurely. Everyone looked at him with eyes filled with anticipation.

What will he ask for? Money? Or insults?

Any humiliation of others is a joy. The atmosphere is at its peak.

But.

"Let's just say hello to each other. Enjoy. It's a banquet."

"Ahhh… Great Swordsman!"

He is a great man. He is truly a great man.

Hyun Yang was moved to tears by Ma Cheon So's generosity.

Chun-gae rubbed his ears to see if he had misheard.

Even the indifferent Jegalmun and Honghaksamun wiggled their eyebrows.

The little rats' faces barely brightened in relief at being alive.

Ma Cheon-so smiled and walked out of the banquet hall.

The remaining members burst into applause, saying that a noble person had appeared in the Murim Alliance.

One, they know.

Ma Cheon So does not know forgiveness.

Punish first, forgive later.

The sin has already been forgiven.

They must have reached their temple by now.

The cruel and ruthless punishment of the Apostles and Salim.

And so the banquet ended.

* * *

Green Peak (翠?峰), Gansu Province, Central Plains

A cold wind blew.

Gongdongsan Mountain, known as the place where the immortal Gwangseongja stayed long ago, is a place with a deep history and tradition that is so deep that it is called the first mountain of Taoism.

Even just looking at the exterior, nine temples were built on each of the blue peaks, and a dizzying cloud bridge was built, boasting a spectacular view.

Some people call it Cheonro (Heavenly Road) because it is said to walk in the sky.

In this way, the public park was a place where the fragrance of nature was preserved intact, free from the passage of time.

Today is the same as yesterday.

Tomorrow is the same as today.

The disciples had no doubts about this.

Until he showed up.

"Wow, it has to be quite high. Are you able to breathe?"

A man with a weary look on his face, leaning on his knees, sighed in relief upon seeing the temple built on the summit.

To be exact, it was a large signboard hanging like a gate.

【Gongdongpa (崆峒派)】

The man slumped down on the floor. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the fresh air seeped into his nostrils.

"Whew, the mountains are nice."

"What brings you to the community?"

But the leisure time was brief.

When I opened my eyes, which had been closed by the shadows, I saw Taoist priests waving their robes and blocking my way.

The momentum was extraordinary, and they were disciples of the Gongdongpa.

"just a little."

"hmm……?"

"Just rest a little more. Let's talk later."

"This is a forbidden area that only those with permission can enter. If you have no business here, please leave now."

The man scratched his head at the Taoist's firm tone.

"It was good for a while… Well, let's do that. Let's see the long story."

"What did you just say?"

"There is a well-off man lying at the foot of that mountain who wants to stay here for a while."

The man pointed to a mountainside that was hidden by clouds.

Are you crazy? The Taoists burst out laughing in amazement.

Since the public bathhouse is located so high up, it's rare to find someone looking for it, but it's been a long time since I've seen such a crazy guy.

"It looks like you live in the lower village. Get down quickly before you get hurt. This is not a place for a fool like you to frequent."

The Taoist man shook his head and turned away.

But.

"Jang Moon-in and Gong Dong-o. Let's just pass six and call it a day. I'm tired too. I'm exhausted from bringing the gentleman up here instead of to the volcano. He whined like a little kid."

Volcano? Are you talking about the Volcano faction? Judging from the fact that you even mentioned the common oro, you don't seem to be an idiot.

I felt a momentary sense of discomfort and looked at the man again.

Although he looks very ordinary, one eye with a long black scar stands out.

no way……!

"Reveal your identity!"

Chaeng! The Taoists simultaneously drew their swords and aimed them at his neck.

A beam of light shines sharply along the sword's blade.

One man ignored this and stood up with a calm expression, as if he had no fear.

Then he said with a smile.

"Me?"

Light questions and dry saliva naturally pass down the esophagus. A moment of heightened tension.

The corners of his mouth went up.

"Sword chi."

The King of Swords. He appeared in the public mountain.

"The Taoist priests don't want to step down! Let them get down."

Yes-! As soon as Geomchi's command was given, men in black uniforms began to pour out from the bushes.

The Taoists' eyes were filled with shock. This is an intrusion. We must inform them. The moment they were about to shout urgently.

Phew! Thud! My throat was pierced by an arrow flying in.

Bang! And then Geomchi pulled out the arrow and stabbed the other Taoists on his left and right in one breath.

“Choooosh!” said Geomchi, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as blood spurted from the severed artery and splashed onto his face.

"The lotus is breaking. Let's finish it quickly."

"yes-!"

"yes-!"

Waaaaah-! With a shout, a black wave swept into the public mountain as if it was going to engulf it.

Now that the world's attention is focused on the martial arts competition.

The bloody disaster of the Apostolic Union was unfolding.

*

Heungsan, Honam, Central Plains

As Gongdongsan was falling into ruin at the hands of Geomchi, Hyeongsanpa was also experiencing unexpected changes.

No, in some ways it was even worse than the communist dictatorship.

"Since the chief priest went to the blind in person, this time there is good news……"

dump.

"Priest? Are you okay……."

dump.

There was no sound or rumor. It was as if I had been possessed by a ghost. Huh? I was dead.

One, two, three… … As the half-moon passed, the sect was littered with corpses, and when everyone realized it.

"Tch, it's an intrusion… Kkuk!"

It was full of boys clutching swords and masked men.

They were Guyangryong, Lee Ho, and the assassins called Sallim.

"It's late. It should be faster. Hehe."

"Is this what you did? How could you do such a heinous thing…!"

"This was it."

Swaaaak! As the boy drew his sword vertically, a long, semicircular sword energy shot out.

Kkaaaak! Screams rang out, and the warrior's body was torn into two, leaving a cold corpse.

This is the martial arts of Geomchi.

"I can't be like him. Then what about this?"

This time, he grabbed the blade of the sword with his index and middle fingers, rotated his hand, and shot it forward.

Kwaruruk! Then, the sword energy contained in the sword rotated fiercely and scorched the area in front.

"Are you okay? Hehe."

"What the heck are you doing…."

The Hyeongsan faction disciples were astonished.

It was because I felt that the stories that were unfolding while just spouting out nonsense were gradually becoming complete.

Using their own deaths as fertilizer.

"Monster…monster…."

Monster? Yes, that's right.

The absolute powerhouse of the Myongseo sect and the greatest magician of all time, Daecheonsal Guyangryong.

"Whether it's the swordsman, the cult leader, or the lotus leader. I'll kill them all. Wait. It'll be fun. Kick… haha!"

He lived solely on the instinct to kill.

I've been feeling a strong sense of defeat lately.

The leader of the religious sect, Ma Cheon-so. The noble king of fraud. And the tyrant Geomchi.

As time passes, I secretly feel an extreme sense of anxiety about the law of all things being swept away by new waves.

Accordingly, Guyangryong chose a path without even realizing it.

Something I've never done in my life, or rather, something I had no reason to do.

I decided to try my best.

Whether it's an ambush or a head-on confrontation. Rather than simply swinging the sword to kill, they now have to think about ways to ensure a sure victory.

In this way, his martial arts skills, which had been at a standstill, began to advance again.