I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 383

Episode 383: Why Are You a Magician? (1)

'There were so many things I wanted to ask you… … but I couldn't bring myself to say them.'

The treasure ambassador suppressed his frustration and closed his murmured mouth.

At the time when Ma Cheon-so was hiding in the world, wrapped in the net of the world, many things happened in Shaolin.

All the monks, including the elders of the pagoda forest, vacated the temple, and when they returned, a ten-day wall had opened up on Mount Sung.

The reason was simple.

The two masters of Cheonwicheon, the leader Yang Tae-hong, and the leader of the Supreme Sect, Ma Tae-pyeong, engaged in a bloody battle.

'It was quite an interesting game of tag. I guess you were prepared for it, right?'

'Until you calm down, brother… I'll fight for you.'

It's fortunate that they were considerate, otherwise the entire Sungsan Mountain would have been blown away.

Of course, right now we're drinking together like two inseparable brothers.

"Please drink. Sometime… would you like to stop by Sungsan?"

The treasure ambassador chose one of the tens of thousands of words and brought it out.

It didn't mean anything special.

I just wanted to let him know.

How are Yang Tae-hong and Ma Tae-pyeong doing in Sungsan now?

Of course, there is no guarantee that Ma Cheon-so will survive after the funeral.

One, if there is a chance.

If he survives the pressure of the imperial family.

"Perhaps a new path could open in the martial arts world. The path to harmony. The Buddha of Infinite Life."

Knock, knock, knock. The treasured ambassador struck the moktak, turned, and went outside.

Ma Cheon-so absentmindedly looked behind him and then turned his gaze outside.

A large number of people perform rites in order.

It's just a difference of one threshold.

It would be something that could be overcome by simply lifting a foot, but the threshold for being a traitor is really high.

The moment Ma Cheon-so turns his head again.

"Each…."

A sweet voice calling him reached my ears.

His expression, which had been indifferent the whole time, brightened a little.

Chun-gae. That was it.

You can also see the sturdy Yasun and his sisters Yang So-hye and Hyeon-yang with complex expressions.

"What on earth is going on? Why is the spirit tablet of the old man… up there? Huh? Why is Pyeongsan…"

As soon as he entered, Chun-gae burst into tears. Yang So-hye also wiped her tears and felt sad.

Ma Cheon-so took their hands.

The sound of wailing echoed for a long time.

and…….

"Father… Pyeongsan…."

Dang Baek-su, the head of the Sacheon Dang family.

The owner, he finally appeared.

*

Late at night, on the third day of the funeral.

A small place was created.

Ma Cheon-so, who had not been interested in anything other than funerals, called his family together for the first time.

The tables were lined up in a long row, facing each other, and the atmosphere was really awkward.

I was so sensitive and uncomfortable that it felt like all eyes would be on me if someone coughed for no reason.

That was likely the case.

On the left were the concubines including Geomma, Dan Yehwa, Yalul Tak, and Cheon Jaesang, while on the right were Murong Hui, Chun Gae, Namgung Yena, Hyeon Yang, Ya Seon, and Yang So Hye, as well as Dang Baek Soo, Baek Liao, and Tae Gi Bang.

The magic and the righteous.

The Demonic Cult and the Martial Arts Alliance.

The very fact that they are sitting facing each other is nothing short of a miracle.

"Uh, um… well. Thank you for helping me not to feel lonely on my way home. Damn it. Even saying hello feels awkward."

As Taegibang's eyes turned red again, Baekryo, who was sitting next to him, consoled him.

It was surprising that she, the leader of the Amipa, was here, but after hearing the full story of Dangjoha's death from Taegibang, she rolled up her sleeves and helped with the funeral.

Of course, the Ami Samjeon, including Hyeopseung, didn't come. Excluding them and the Tang family, those affiliated with the Murim Alliance simply watched from afar.

"Still, it's fortunate. The military has freed the head of the family from the brain prison… Amitabha…"

As Baekryo sighed in relief, Chun-gae exhaled with a bitter expression.

It was truly unexpected that Dang Baek-su showed up at the funeral.

Zhuge Tong, who fought without blood or tears, performed such a good deed.

'Anyway, I told you, you're a crazy senior. If you're going to come, you might as well come with me.'

Chun-gae kicked the ground in vain, feeling regretful. Thinking of Zhuge Tong, his heart felt as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.

"The leader is eating."

In the awkward atmosphere, the door finally opened with a creak, and Ma Cheon-so appeared. Geomchi followed behind him as if escorting him.

The expressions on his face as he entered the middle of the street were varied.

Some people felt sorry for him, while others felt bitter at the word 'cult leader'.

However, Ma Cheon-so's gaze was indifferent as always.

Finally, he took his seat in the center seat and opened his mouth.

"I'm sure you had a lot to ask. Thank you for waiting."

It was nothing special, but his words made many people's hearts ache.

It's been so long since we last met, and yet no one has been able to share the joy of this refreshing reunion.

How could my heart not melt when I was told that such feelings were acknowledged?

I'm still in the process of falling into one emotion.

There's something I need to hear from him directly.

Everyone here heard the story.

The reincarnation of Ma Cheon-so. And the existence of those known as Cheongung, who are secretly active in the world.

It was unbelievable, but I had to hear it from him directly.

"I am."

Ma Cheon-so opened his mouth again.

"I am Ma Cheon-so, the leader of the famous sect you call a traitor. From the time I was born until now."

Ah… …. I feel mixed emotions.

Those on the Jeongpa side, including Namgung Yena, closed their eyes tightly.

On the other hand, Dan Ye-hwa and the members of the Demonic Cult showed joyful laughter.

"But before that."

But? Everyone's expressions change to one of doubt.

"I had another life. The life of a quantum sage who lived as a Jeongdoin."

Silence fell.

The name Yangjakak came out of his mouth.

Namgung Yena and Yang Sohye suddenly burst into tears.

That's right. That's it.

"I realized all this later, but I will no longer deny it. Two lives coexist within me."

He himself admitted it.

That he is both a quantum and a heavenly being.

How on earth should I accept this situation?

The countless situations that could arise from this are running through my head.

One thing was the most important.

The path he will walk.

Degree and magic.

Which path did he choose?

Everyone's attention was drawn to his calm lips.

And then the mouth opened.

"I must have the martial arts world."

Boom! A bolt from the blue fell.

The Magic Road.

That was the path that Ma Cheon-so chose.

Those who were in the political arena felt as if they had been struck by lightning at his announcement.

Doesn't wanting to own the martial arts world mean that the Demonic Cult will dominate it?

Bang! Chun-gae said, slamming the table.

"Gak-ah, that's not it. Think again. Don't you know what kind of people the Demonic Cult is? You really are bloody bastards!"

A child? Han So-so's beautiful brow furrowed.

"Want to bet? Is your blood really blue?"

"What the hell are you betting on? Just because you look pretty doesn't mean you're okay? Don't you know what the situation is right now? As soon as the sun rises, a hundred thousand troops will be coming here. You're traitors, traitors. Reveal your true colors even now…"

Stop. Ma Cheon-so raised his hand.

At this, Chun-gae tightly shut his mouth and raised his lower lip like a child who had been hit hard. "Hey, your eyes are wide open again, aren't they?"

"Chun-gae."

"Why? What?"

"Is the martial arts world normal now?"

"that……."

"What has the Murim Alliance done to get to this point?"

"What have you done? For the well-being of the martial arts world for a thousand years…"

Thump! Ma Cheon-so took out a nameplate and placed it on the table.

A golden plaque signifying the Heavenly Palace.

It's a heavenly dragon.

And there, written in Western language, was a name that everyone knew.

【Cheonggungsaja Dangpyeongsan】

Their friend is Dangpyeongsan, who learned the magic of Banya.

He was the unknown closest confidant, the Heavenly Palace Lion.

He took the place of the Huns who died at the hands of Ma Cheon-so.

In return for killing the quantum angle.

When everyone was speechless, Ma Cheon-so spoke calmly.

"Jegal Mundeungdo, Jegal Tongdo, Pyeongsan Yido. They were all puppets of the Heavenly Palace. I ask again. Do you have the confidence to protect the martial arts world from them?"

… … No, you little shit. Chun-gae turned his head sharply.

I'd heard the story roughly. It was said that a secret force called Cheongung had taken control of Cheonsan, the imperial family, and the Martial Arts Alliance.

What difference would it make if a demon cult replaced him?

Even so, it is treason.

"Chun-gae. I'm not trying to convince you."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm telling you. The martial arts world is already over."

"that……!"

"And we are not the ones who, as you think, are the ones who flow with blood and commit murder. We are the elders who plotted the rebellion, and they are now in Cheonsan. And they too, I will erase with my own hands."

Chun-gae felt his stomach turn as he watched Ma Cheon-so speak, even holding a glass of alcohol, as if it was nothing.

"So. Let's say everything you said is true. The Murim Alliance has fallen, and let's say you gathered here are different from the Demonic Cult. But who would understand that? The whole world is pointing fingers at you and calling you traitors, so who on earth would…!"

"Traitor."

Tak. Ma Cheon-so said, putting down his glass firmly.

"Can I just erase that?"

Chun-gae's eyes widened and he looked Ma-cheon-so up and down. What the hell are you talking about? How can you erase the imperial order?

"If the world says so… then the world can be changed."

“……Are you crazy? Are you really going to commit treason?”

"It's just about bringing down the emperor and returning him to his original position. Naturally."

Oh. That's treason. Chun-gae gaped in amazement. And that's not all. Everyone is like that.

Did he really go crazy after coming back from the dead?

Hana Ma Cheon-so chuckled and took a sip of her drink, as if she had no intention of explaining further.

"I'm not forcing you. If you don't want to come forward, just stay out. It won't take long."

This is really crazy.

One, why is that?

This feeling that everything will really come true, just like Ma Cheon-so said.

It was a night where I was drinking more and more, with countless worries.

*

The awkward moment lasted quite a while.

"So, the eldest son of the leader of the Ma family was Yang Si-ju… There must have been a reason why he followed the Tang elders so much. Amitabha Buddha…"

"It is well known to all the world that Tang's grandfather and Gak-i were close."

Perhaps because they had been drinking heavily, everyone felt a growing sense of regret and sighed.

No matter how many times I listened, I shook my head, and no matter how many times I watched, I couldn't believe it.

Mr. Ma was the leader of the Demonic Cult, and his son, Yang Ja-gak, was the leader.

Who would believe this?

"What was the leader like back then?"

When Yal-Tak asked bluntly, Chun-Gae tilted his head back and began to speak with dreamy eyes.

"The cub is …… It was a dog."

"Poohaha!"

They were getting closer little by little like that.

Meanwhile, Ma Cheon-so had already left the place and was standing in a deserted place, looking into the distance.

The long river, lit by red torches, becomes increasingly thicker.

It seemed that the heavenly palace had made a proper decision.

Since martial arts alone wouldn't be enough to win, it was clear they were planning to push through with human wave tactics. Judging by the fact that they had brought all the government troops under the Ministry of War there.

"The Murim Alliance… seems to be in the rear ranks, so it seems they're trying to attack us when we're tired."

Geomchi, who had been silent the whole time, followed me and began to speak quietly.

"I guess so."

Ma Cheon-so answered lightly, not seeming particularly surprised.

Silence fell again, and Geomchi opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Can I ask you something?"

Ma Cheon-so remains silent. This is an expression of consent.

"Why did you choose magic?"

"It's quite refreshing to ask a cult leader."

“……You know very well that I didn’t ask the cult leader.”

Sigh. Ma Cheon-so's head turned.