I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 317

Episode 317 Summary (1)

A scolding broke out under the Tang Dynasty. His face flushed with anger, and you could tell just by looking at him.

"Where are you going with the Apostles in front of you?"

Hana Macheonso was cold and unwavering. She had no intention of bending.

"I have already sent an official document to each sect requesting that they send five-tenths of their forces. Your Majesty, please block their retreat route so they cannot retreat to Yunnan."

"Oh, really." He let out a sigh, his disappointment evident.

We came all this way together, and now you're telling me to go back? What kind of absurd situation is this?

No matter how much I thought about it, it was impossible. Dangjo opened his mouth to raise his voice.

But at that time.

"Please, Sasuk. I have no one else to trust but Sasuk."

"But this guy…!"

His clenched fist trembled. He should have immediately slammed the table and yelled at him to shut up, but when Ma Cheon-so bowed his head and pleaded, saying, "No parent can beat their own child," Dang Jo-ha finally let go, helplessly.

“……Are you confident?”

Ma Cheon-so was unable to easily answer Dang Jo-ha's empty question and became lost in thought.

The Four Kings, the warriors of the Sadoryeon, and the hypocrites of the Murim Alliance.

I was confident I could tear it all apart and swallow it.

If only he weren't there.

The king of fraud in the Apostolic Realm.

If you can't defeat him, who is at the top of the current martial arts world, then even if you win, it won't be considered a win.

Ma Cheon-so slowly opened his mouth.

“The Sadolyeon will… disappear from the martial arts world.”

"Lian Zhu was the one who fought against the leader. And what about the Four Kings? The ten kings of the world knelt before him. And yet you say you are confident?"

If we're going to measure his pride, there's no one who can compare to him. I know full well that he wouldn't fear something like the Apostolic Union.

So, all the negative views that we have now are… … .

'Are you that worried about me?'

It's love. Knowing that, I have to send it even more.

Ma Cheon-so spoke in a cold tone, as if cutting off his emotions.

"Lian Zhu was also seriously injured in the confrontation with the leader. Also…"

"Wow!" A massive amount of yang energy poured out from Ma Cheon-so's body. Tang Jo-ha gasped in shock and stepped back.

It's an intimidating feeling that makes you feel like your body will melt just by being near it.

This is the first time I've seen such intense internal energy. Even the leader Yang Taehong wouldn't be able to do this. What the hell is this guy…

"I never learned how to lose."

Hwaaak! As the momentum evaporated, Tang Zhao's shoulders slumped like a frog that had lost all its strength.

"So stop believing and go back now, Saseok."

He smiles. Ma Cheon-so gives him a warm smile.

"her……."

The questions that had been rising like a tidal wave were forced back into my mind.

Who the hell are you?

This simple word lingered in my throat hundreds, thousands of times before being swallowed.

Because I was afraid to hear it. Because I was afraid he might be my brother's disciple. No, I just didn't want to get further away.

So, Dangjoha turned away again and got up.

"Are you leaving right away? It's okay if you stay a little longer."

"Didn't you ask me to block the retreat? There must be a lot to prepare."

"…private tutoring."

Was it an illusion that the faintness in Ma Cheon-so's voice was palpable? Suddenly, a sadness seeped into Dang Jo-ha, and he opened the door without looking back.

"…You must come back alive."

So, I left.

Ma Cheon-so bit the inside of his mouth as he looked at the wide open door.

The high ground is just around the corner.

Once this war with the Apostolic Alliance is over, and the Central Plains becomes the realm of the Ming Sect, then…

'You're next. Wait, Anonymous.'

* * *

Myeonggyo Geumbong

Clatter clatter. The carriage wheels roll roughly over the bumpy mountain terrain.

Geomchi, who was sitting with his arms crossed and his eyes covered with a cloth, had his lips parted at the shaking buttocks.

It's already been two days. Where have I been going in circles? I realized why the imperial family failed to eradicate the Demonic Cult.

If you know the way, you can go and catch it or kill it.

'At this rate, I'm going to die first. If you get stabbed by a noble spirit, the wound will last a long time.'

Even if I gathered my soul and performed lightness exercises right now, it would still take a long time, more than the promised ten days.

When you return, serious injuries are a given.

Perhaps because of that, my discontent grew even more intense, and I became so sensitive that I would get angry at the slightest provocation. Then, the carriage finally stopped.

Suddenly, the carriage door opened and a bright light filled the room from beyond the curtain.

"Get down."

"Am I a sinner? What are you ordering me to do?" The swordsman grumbled in a rough tone as he got out of the carriage.

The fresh air makes my tired body naturally stretch out.

"Can I take this off now?"

If you get one, you want two. As I step outside, the cloth covering my eyes is quite annoying.

But no matter how long I waited, there was no answer. No, I felt no movement at all.

"What the heck? You guys ran away and left me?"

As Geomchi unwrapped the cloth in absurdity, an eerie fog enveloped the front.

Thud thud. I heard the sound of a pile of dirt falling into the abyss as I took a step backward without thinking.

Let's take a quick look back and see a steep cliff.

"Oh, right."

The way they treat their guests is a mess. This is both rude and baseless. Where did they send their subordinates?

"What a great person he must be to be doing this. I need to see his face."

The corners of Geomchi's mouth twitched. He was angry. Very angry.

Thump, thump. I ignored the fog and everything else and walked briskly.

When we meet, I should put something on the table. Black is a bit much, but an axe would be nice.

I wonder if I made up my mind to walk for about 10 minutes.

The fog began to clear, and a human figure, though dim, could be seen in the distance.

Is that him? Whatever.

The corners of Geomchi's mouth rose even higher, and his steps quickened.

And the moment I judged I was within range, boom! My body flew out like lightning.

Wheeeeeeeek!

His hand, which had already reached my nose, drew a diagonal line. His aura was extraordinary. His momentum was unstoppable.

I figured that if he was going to die anyway, it wasn't worth talking to.

Crunch!

"huh?"

But fortunately or unfortunately, the shape became blurred and scattered into the fog.

There was definitely a feeling of being cut… … .

"What an interesting gentleman, this is. I'm so excited."

Geomchi tapped his foot and focused his mind. His head tilted, his eyebrows furrowed. Three steps to the left. He found it.

Wheeeeeeeek!

The fierce power of the Sword Chi was revealed once again. Kwakwakwak! This time, it was even stronger than before. The opponent's form, hidden by the fog-devouring bet, was shattered without a trace.

'Is it okay?'

Ssssss. No. This time it's fiction again. And besides…

"It's gotten longer?"

The number of people caught in the trap is two, three, five, ten, one hundred.

"You want to do it with me? Haha."

Is it witchcraft or a true method? Seriously, it really makes people feel bad.

Geomchi relaxed the stiff back of his neck and shook his hands.

It keeps hiding in the fog. Well, let's get rid of it first.

Phew. I take a deep breath and the blood vessels circulating throughout my body fill with my internal energy.

But it doesn't end here.

Kwaaaaang! Where on earth did it end? Pure white blood, exceeding the limits of my physical body's tolerance, rose from my entire body like steam.

It wasn't just his demeanor that had changed. His appearance had also changed. His hair was white, his eyes were white. Everything had turned pure white.

This is a strange phenomenon that occurs when you raise the level of the Baekmu Baekyo Gong (百武白擾功), a martial art of Geomchi, to its highest level.

"I'll save it. Let's just go with that much. I won't be hurt if I use it all up."

A tingling murderous aura spreads out in all directions.

Bang! And with the sound of space bursting open, white lines were drawn in a messy manner everywhere.

The new model was so fast that the energy flowing out of its body created a line.

And the result is… … .

Kwakwakwak! The earth split open, tearing everything apart.

Who said that the swordsman was the best?

If we exclude the three and some others who have ascended to the rank of gods… … .

At least among humans, he would be the best in the world.

Kwaaaaang! With a final explosion, the swordsman's charge stopped.

"Now it's worth seeing."

Sigh. Geomchi smiled contentedly and looked around with his arms crossed.

Fog? At least not as far as the eye could see. He could no longer sense the person who had been toying with him.

At the end of the long, narrow road, only one old house remained.

Now I'm convinced. Just as I was, my opponent was testing me.

Are you worthy to come in?

"I wonder if anyone would say it's not a demonic cult. This is fucking bullshit."

Thump, thump. Geomchi's steps began again. He reached the manor and looked back. The mist, like a living being, swayed, filling the path he had once walked.

"Wow, I'll give up martial arts and learn magic."

What the heck, there's something like that. I have to admit one thing: as long as the Demonic Cult hides in Cheonsan, they'll never be caught.

"Give up on the Demonic Cult. Let's get along well."

Haha. I stood in front of the door and burst out laughing. Then, with a swoosh, a man appeared, passing through the closed door in a blur.

"You're a ghost now? You really give up."

Geomchi raised both hands. Is this a ghost den or a human den?

Fortunately, the man who came out looked relatively unharmed.

A person with curly brown hair, a high nose, and round glasses… … .

"Thank you for your hard work on coming this far."

"Western people?"

"It's called Banya."

The Magical Saint Banya.

There was one of the twelve messengers of the heavenly palace.

*

The first impression Geomchi got of Banya was that he was a very cheerful person.

Just looking at the conversations they were having while sitting across from each other in the front yard of the house, it was like that.

"Haha, I've always wanted to meet you, so it's an honor that you came here in person."

"For such a prestigious position, the treatment is poor. Well, since that's what you say, let's say it is."

"I understand. It's a place that would be difficult if its location were known."

"Looking outside, it seems like it would be useless to know."

"There aren't many who can so easily clear the mists of the Beauty Peak. Now I understand why they call it the Overlord. I'm impressed."

"Oh, yeah, whatever."

But for some reason, I kept thinking that I should keep my distance from the swordsman.

It started with a strange sense of discomfort behind a smile, and then those eyes. Those eyes that looked at the woman as if they were lusting after her were utterly irritating.

"So. Who came to the Apostolic Union?"

Banya, with a smile still on her face, pushed up her glasses and got to the main point.

"Yes. He said he was the leader. He didn't come alone. He came with a foul-tempered kid who could use a shovel, a man who spit out red blood, and some highly trained warriors. About thirty people?"

Banya nodded as if he could guess the relatively detailed explanation.

"Gu Yang-ryong and Hyeol-ra. They were together."

“……Is this the Demonic Cult?”

"It was true in the past, but not now."

"hmm?"

"They are traitors."

How can you say something like that with a smile and no change in expression?

Geomchi scratched his head at the complexities of the relationship. So, the leader who came then was a traitor who rebelled against the Demonic Cult, failed, and fled?

"That doesn't mean you can ignore them. Each and every one of them is extraordinary. Haha."

"Well… he wasn't an ordinary kid."

It was definitely so. He had been injured by Yeonju and couldn't fully unleash his Baekmu Baekyo Gong, but even considering that, he wasn't an opponent he could easily defeat.

"If you judge someone by their appearance, you might get into trouble. Gu Yang-ryong is an old woman in her sixties. And she hates being called a child the most."

"Huh… there are so many different things."

"I thought you were hiding and doing a good job of hiding all this time… Well, they're too powerful to just sit still. I understand. But what I'm curious about is…"

A chilling aura flickered in Banya's eyes.

"I wonder if the one who brought them… is the young sect leader Ma Cheon-so."

Swaaaah. Black mist poured out from Banya's body.

Kaaaak! A horrible, terrifying sound, like the cawing of a crow, spreads out like a tear.

Geomchi decided to correct his thoughts.

Here's another reason to keep your distance from interest rates.

'This guy is fucking dangerous.'