I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 311

Episode 311: The Supreme

Hanam Sungsan Shaolin Temple Tower Forest

Over the millennia, countless martial arts schools have experienced rise and fall.

One thing I can say for sure is that the position of the self-proclaimed top has never changed.

Buddhist disciples who have passed down the will of their founder, Bodhidharma, for a thousand years.

A guardian deity of the martial arts world who wears yellow robes and recites mantras whenever chaos strikes the central plains to correct it.

Shaolin Temple.

It was them.

Among them, Taprim was a place where the elder monks lived in seclusion, away from the secular world, and could be called the root of Shaolin.

But… … .

"Om Ive Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha (Om Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha)."

"Om Ive Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha (Om Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha)."

As if something had happened, hundreds of old monks were blocking the secluded forest path behind the pagoda grove, sweating profusely and chanting mantras without stopping.

It was hard to believe that this was their daily routine; their closed eyes were tense and their complexions were drenched in sweat.

That was understandable.

It was as if a demon had been captured and imprisoned, as an invisible bet flowed out like smoke from above their shoulders, forming a large barrier that enveloped the forest.

Kookung! Kookugung!

One of the opponents seemed to have no intention of remaining still, so he shook the barrier as if he was shaking.

Accordingly, the voices of the old monks rose to their peak and they continuously poured out their internal energy.

"Immeasurable Life Buddha… If this continues, I'll wake up. Where on earth did the donor go?"

The old monk sitting cross-legged in the center with his hands clasped together muttered in an impatient voice.

His nickname is Shinseung.

He is one of the ten best martial artists of his generation and the best martial artist in Shaolin at the time.

That's right.

The great monks gathered here are the roots of Shaolin.

These are the elders who guarded the 108 Arhats and Janggyeonggak of the previous generation.

"You're here!"

At someone's shout, the elders' faces were filled with relief.

Shin Seung also took a shallow breath and got up.

A middle-aged man approached her. Now that he was here, Jungwon would be safe today.

today…….

"I'll be back soon."

“Please, Immeasurable Life Buddha.”

As soon as Shinseung put his hands together, the man nodded and turned his steps towards the forest path.

A tall, angular figure and a short beard give him a truly masculine impression.

A single, old, plain iron sword hung on his waist. Perhaps because he was an extraordinary man, even that seemed extraordinary.

"Phew…."

As he reached the place where the invisible curtain was drawn, the man took a deep breath.

Kookookookookung!

Then, as if the inside sensed that a guest had arrived, the vibration became louder.

There was no surprise. It wasn't something that happened just a day or two ago.

The man knew full well that the current situation was nothing more than a complaint calling out to him.

"I'll go in, brother."

Thump. The man stepped forward, offering a friendly greeting along with a lottery ticket.

Okay then.

Swaaa …

The man remained calm. He slashed the incoming shockwave with his iron sword, only the wind blew. Silence fell again.

Thud, thud.

He crossed the path and entered deeper. A circular area with a small pond and a pavilion in the center came into view.

It was originally a place for the elders to rest, but now it has become the den of a monster that lies there with its arms crossed.

"What a pity. If only we had been a little later, the people outside would have been able to enter Nirvana."

What about Nirvana? It probably just means killing me and getting rid of me.

“……Don’t say useless things when you have no intention of harming me.”

"Haha! Every word comes with a weight to bear. I'm worthy of bearing it."

Phew. The lofty threats, delivered with a smile, leave me sighing. What on earth is the symbolism behind his presence here? It's so frustrating.

"Why did you call me today?"

"This is why… It's not the right time for an older brother to call his younger brother."

“……At least if it were you, my brother, I wouldn’t have kept you here under the threat of being killed.”

"Haha! Instead, you're just as likely to imprison me here in Sungsan, so it won't be a loss, right?"

"The Shaolin monks are enough to create a barrier."

"Do you want to test your qualifications as a big brother again? If you want, I will."

As the man raised his left arm, all the natural power was absorbed into his hand.

Kwarrrr. Then, a spiraling sphere appeared, and the heavens and earth shook again.

Kookookookookung!

"……Let's go that way."

Thud. The man lightly kicked the seat, and the man floated up as if riding a cloud and arrived at the pavilion.

He too is truly extraordinary.

The man looked down at the monster, who was still grinning, and then sat down on his seat.

"Is it okay?"

"Enough."

Paaah! The gathered bets disappear back into their original places. The more I look at this martial art, the more absurd it becomes.

It is generally accepted that internal energy is stored and used in a vessel called the dantian, but this monster uses all kinds of energy from all directions.

It's hard to imagine how many generations it would take for all the elders of Shaolin to pour out their internal energy just to stop this one person.

There was silence for a moment, and then the man spoke with a determined expression.

"Please let me go now."

It was truly strange. The reclining monster, with its handsome features, seemed to be about the size of a two-year-old, but instead, a man who appeared much older was paying him a respectful respect.

"No way."

"I have to go back."

"Then Shaolin will disappear."

"older brother!"

"I fought with you for two years, and clinked glasses with you for a year. It was a pretty good time."

"You can do it even if it's not here."

"The moment we leave this place, you will return to your place, and I will return to mine. Is that okay?"

I can't take my eyes off the monster's eyes, as deep as the deep sea.

Is it good? It can't be good.

It was something that should never have happened.

because.

"You are the leader Yang Tae-hong. I am the leader Ma Tae-pyeong. The Central Plains will once again face the ordeal of calamity."

Because he is Yang Tae-hong, and this monster is Ma Tae-pyeong.

That's right.

They were here.

In the pagoda forest of Shaolin Temple.

"But it's okay. If that's what you want, I'll grant it too."

Yang Tae-hong clenched his teeth and tried to suppress his heart that was about to burst.

I know.

If this monster does something, he will definitely do it and more.

I can't even imagine what would happen if I went outside.

This is especially true because I have seen his abilities hundreds of times.

"The Sadoyeon still exists in the martial arts world, and the Manakmunju is still alive and well."

And there is a heavenly palace in Cheonsan. Ma Tae-pyeong nodded peacefully at Yang Tae-hong's appeal.

"But why do you keep holding me back? We have to stop them."

This is the forty-seventh time I've heard it.

"That's not our job."

This is the forty-seventh time I've said this.

"It's not our job. It's not our job. We're helping what we don't have. You always say the same thing. Who on earth are we supposed to do this for? If not us, who can stop them?"

Your son. And my son.

He'll stop it. And someday he'll come find us here.

Matthew smiled. His beauty was so striking that it made time seem insignificant.

Yang Tae-hong vented his anger, grumbled, and turned his head away. He knew I wouldn't tell him anyway.

"Don't laugh."

"Just set the table."

"Do you think it's easy to ask the Shaolin Temple to buy you some alcohol?"

"Aren't you going to eat too?"

"I am stopping the devil for the sake of the martial arts world."

What does that guy have to say about the expensive Yeo Ah-hong? Snicker. Yang Tae-hong grumbled, but as he took out a bottle of alcohol from his bosom, a smile escaped his lips.

Matthew snatched the open bottle of wine and turned it over without even a glass.

"Take the drink the devil gives you."

Ttrrrr. The alcohol that had been falling began to gather in front of Yang Tae-hong, as if climbing a path. Yang Tae-hong gently cupped it with his hand, and the alcohol spun around, transforming into the shape of a glass. This feat was only possible because the two had reached the other side of the world.

“If something happens to the Murim Alliance… I won’t sit idly by.”

"Stubbornness."

"Will you only do it, brother?"

Yeah, that's why he's so stubborn.

Matthew poured the bottle of alcohol into my mouth.

'I'll be running away soon. I'm tired. So… … Come quickly, son.'

It was a day in Shaolin when a gentle breeze was blowing.

* * *

A manor near the Shanxi Chuhuangmen Gate

While Jegalmun and his followers were locked in a rock cave and suffering from severe torture.

Outside, a battle of wits was in full swing, riding the chaotic currents.

Among them, Jeong Yun-hoe, the leader of the Chohwangmun clan and the acting head of the clan, was the same.

"I thought Jegalmun would stay in that place for a thousand years, but it only lasts ten years…"

A sigh of regret escaped me.

I thought that in just a little while, everything would be over.

Yang So-hye would have married Gong Bi-ho, and the child born from their marriage would have been raised as the successor to the Cho Hwang-moon clan. Then everything would have been perfect.

It was truly absurd for a future that he, the leader of the bridge, hoped for, but there was a reason for it.

"Master, may I come in?"

"Come in."

As Jeong Yun-hoe answered with his eyes tightly closed, the door opened with a creak and a man appeared.

This is Gong Bi-ho, the ambassador of the Cho Hwang-mun. Unlike his behavior towards Yang So-hye, he is very polite to the bone.

"I've received word that Master Ma of the Sacheonhoe has been appointed acting president. He's said he's asking half of the first-class warriors from each sect to be sent to the blind… What should I do?"

"What a reckless guy. What did the other sects say?"

“We’ll have to wait and see… but it seems like we’re following this trend.”

"Old foxes? You said you'd listen to a young, blue fox?"

When I asked him, bewildered, Gong Bi-ho nodded heavily. His eyes were filled with conviction. Jeong Yun-hoe shook his head in disbelief.

"No matter how much resentment Jegal Mun and his followers have accumulated, this is not the end of the road. Will the Jegal clan just sit back and watch? It's obvious that he will soon come out and return to his military post. Everyone must know this, right?"

"Yes. But the problem is that Sacheonhoeju has captured the rock carving. Isn't that where even Jegalmun and his minions slept? Since we don't know what's inside, I guess they're just pretending to match it for now."

"Is that all you're saying?"

"It's not a small thing. The third member of the Habuk Peng family was accused of raping and murdering a woman. He's already been taken to the brain prison… He's supposed to be an example of sorts."

Tsk tsk. Jeong Yun-hoe's tongue hit the roof of his mouth. Why did he make a fuss like that?

The sects and the Jegalmun clan being played around by a mere child. It's so pathetic.

"If you look closely, even Jegalmundeng is truly foolish. It would be a waste to leave the rock carvings empty… tsk."

"I bet you never thought they'd barge in during the martial arts tournament. Plus, the Sabos and the Saryongdae were already outside, so you were caught off guard."

"So, the Sacheonhoeju is a fool. The crowd's interest will soon wane, and then the old foxes will use that as an excuse to strangle him… Isn't he a blind man who can't see even an inch ahead of him?"

This time, too, Gongbiho nodded firmly. Not a single word was wrong.

This was the current situation that everyone was watching.

War with the Apostolic League? The destruction of the Gupailbang? To the masses, it might have been a matter of life and death, but to others, it was simply the natural course of rise and fall.

Jeong Yun-hoe naturally belonged to the latter.

"Whatever it is, it's a good thing for us. We just need to weed out the disobedient ones, starting with the butler."

"Yes. I will answer you accordingly."

Jeong Yun-hoe smiled with satisfaction. Then, with eyes brimming with anticipation, he surveyed Gongbiho and asked.

"So, how's things going with that kid?"

"That's…."

Gong Bi-ho shows a bewildered expression for the first time.

That child. He was referring to Yang So-hye.

"Not yet? Why are you taking so long? You could have just forced me into the bridal chamber."

"Just a little… more time."

“You are so weak. How can you possibly lead the Chohwangmun?”

"I will work hard."

When Gong Bi-ho speaks in a cut-off voice out of frustration, Jeong Yun-hoe's eyes turn cold.

"I've told you many times. The effort you should put in isn't to acquire women, but to master the First Emperor's Ten Martial Arts. That's not effort; it's simply taking. Women, family, sacrifice—that's not your job."

"Yes. I will keep that in mind…"

Gongbiho answered, panting heavily as if he was out of breath.

The last words I couldn't bring myself to say continued to weigh heavily on my chest.

'father…….'

It's a secret that only the two of them can reveal to anyone in the world.