I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 77

Episode 77: Pursuit of Salgung

The war between the Murim Alliance and the Myunggyo is like a vast ocean.

No one thought about where it began or where it would end.

The accumulated grudge gave birth to revenge through the generations, and it became natural for them to point their swords at each other.

So it is not difficult to understand that the Wind Dragon was captured by Salgung.

Anyway, Mo Yong-hui is alive, and the lives of the agents can be returned in blood.

What I can’t understand is the past of Miinbong and me.

All my attention was focused on Hui, so I couldn’t see anything in Salgung, but Iza created a gliding scene right before my eyes.

I’m sure you know something.

“I asked if it was you who did it at Miinbong Peak.”

“No, you have to explain it in detail.”

“If you’re going to pretend not to know and just ignore it, then throw it away.”

“Oh, really? Then, does your sect leader know about that?”

“what.”

“Baekgangsi of Botasan Mountain.”

He’s sitting there talking like a swindler. I furrowed my straight eyebrows with a displeased expression.

Mount Botasan is a sacred place for Buddhism. What I’m saying now is no different from saying ‘Matthew Ping, the religious leader who lives in the palace’. In a word, it’s bullshit.

“I told you to think it through carefully before speaking.”

“You have to know to talk! I’ve never been to Miinbong Peak, and I’ve never heard of Jeokgangsi. What do you want me to talk about?”

Judging from his expression, he didn’t seem to be lying. But at first glance, he looked like a sly old man, so I narrowed my eyes and glared at him fiercely.

“Think carefully before you answer. I have continued the progress of the Heavenly Demonic Art. Killing you here is not a problem.”

“What, what?!”

“So tell me. The red dragonfly on Miinbong Peak, did you make it?”

“No way! Do you think making zombies is an easy task? I’m not the kind of person who would spend that much time on something! Why would I do something that won’t even break even?”

“You even created the ultimate evil spirit. Do you want me to believe that?”

Dongbang thumped his chest as if he was frustrated and refuted.

“That’s because the little sect leader acquired the Heavenly Demonic Skill that no one has mastered since his investigation, and because he was born with that kind of muscle. How could that be easy?! It would be faster to die and be reborn.”

Is it really true that he has no interest in it? If the Sword Palace that manages the Beauty Seal and the Poison Palace that makes the zombies are not related, then who on earth is…?

“Wait a minute. But what about the enemy?”

Dongbang stood up and slapped his knee as if something came to mind.

I nodded and described in detail what I had seen.

If you get a shock to the chest, it will explode like a bomb blast, or you will grow bones harder than diamond.

“Huh, this is really strange… … .”

“Do you know anything?”

“Do you know where the zombies came from?”

Why is the mood suddenly turning to history? I frowned and shook my head.

“This originally came from the West. The Ming religion itself originated from the fire-worshiping religion of the Pasa Kingdom, so it is a continuation of the Jiangshidae method.”

It was an interesting story, so I folded my arms and listened in silence.

“Even here, there are two major types of Jiangshi: the Wan Jiangshi, whose qualities are set from the beginning, like the Blood Jiangshi of the Potala Palace in the West Tibet or the Hwal Jiangshi of the Mingjiao, and the Dong Jiangshi, who grow as a single species.”

“so?”

“If Donggang City wants to grow, they have to be fed something, but their appetites are really something special… … .”

“Just get to the point.”

“Corpses. Most of them grow by eating corpses. Not exactly, but… … Well anyway. Didn’t you say there was a grave at Miinbong?”

The East looked excited as if it had found food. But it was a story too far-fetched for me to contain.

A corpse-eating, undead-grown zombie. Feeling the temperature difference between them, he asked about their blind spots in a calm tone.

“So, are you saying that he could be a zombie from the West?”

“Well, that could be the case.”

Dongbang shrugged his shoulders. That was just an unconvincing guess. He swallowed a sigh. It was a complete waste of time.

This happened in the middle of Myeonggyo, but even the Poison Palace didn’t know about it.

“No, but why didn’t anyone tell me about something like that that happened at Miinbong? I’ll go right now… … .”

“It’s no use.”

“Huh? It’s no use. If I go and see, I’ll know something. I can tell where he came from just by looking at his clothes!”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to find it even if I go. But… … tell me about yourself. Why you became my poet.”

I let out a frustrated tone and looked at him with softened eyes.

Looking at his eyes, I can see that he is genuinely kind to me. If he had no connection to Miinbong, he would not be a person I should be hostile to.

“Oh, right. Something was strange earlier. Did you lose your memory?”

“You don’t even know that, even though it’s poetry? You just spread rumors, so everyone except you knows.”

When he nodded, Dongbang started making a fuss for a while, saying things like, “Lie down on the bed,” “Open the lid,” and “I’ll make some medicine.”

I politely declined, but eventually raised my voice, and he coughed in vain and continued speaking.

“Others just call the leader a swindler and a loser, but in my eyes, he was just a sick person. A hopeless, destitute person dying. Do you remember what the leader said to me when he first saw me?”

Medicine. Give me medicine. I said so.

He was said to have cried out in pain with his eyes wide open and to have been hanging on to his leg, crying.

A child born with a pulse defect whose cause is unknown.

“At first, no one knew. They offered whatever they could, whether it was elixirs or martial arts. But when they used internal energy, their blood and energy would boil and they would writhe in pain as if they were going to die… … .”

That’s why the East said that it searched the whole world to fix me.

The story goes that what started out as loyalty became curiosity, and then compassion, and he became a poet.

“At first, I thought it would get better soon, but as time passed and there was no improvement, everyone started to gossip. They said he should be dethroned. They said he was unworthy. There were many who wanted to harm him. How could that young child handle it? Everyone was jealous and had murderous intentions. So, in order to appease their feelings, they started to touch Mt. Mihon.”

It was a tough life.

But I didn’t feel any deep sympathy for him. Even so, it doesn’t justify the evil he committed.

“Then why did I enter Cheonma-dong…?”

“That’s right! If there’s no way to cure it even after searching through all things in the universe, there’s only one thing you can rely on. It’s the Heavenly Demonic Art, the art of reversing the heavens. Tsk tsk.”

Now I understand.

Ma Cheon-so entered Cheonma-dong with one last hope to break the deadlock.

But he lacked the talent to carry it out.

He was cured of his veins, but was unable to avoid being possessed by the devil and died.

“You. You helped me a lot. You don’t seem like a very nice person… … .”

“What? You’ve set fire to the palace twice and you’re saying something like that? All I’ve done so far is… … .”

“Okay. I don’t want to know.”

“As expected, human nature doesn’t change. I just lost my memories, nothing has changed!”

Eung! Dongbang pursed his lips with a blushing face.

As I burst into laughter, he licked his lips and asked in a very serious tone.

“What are you going to do now? Surely you didn’t leave Cheonma-dong without thinking about it.”

“Why? Are you curious?”

“The story that there is a zombie on Miinbong Peak. The birth of the Cheonma zombie. The fact that the young cult leader has taken over Cheonma’s progress. These are all serious matters that will shake the heavenly mountains. But… … . More importantly!”

Judging from the way she sets the mood by tapping the precious Yellow Heavenly Jewel, she is quite intelligent, as expected of a princess.

I nodded my head, asking him to tell me more.

“Why is no one paying attention to the leader of the small cult who visited the Sword Palace and brought the monster who was killed to the Poison Palace?”

“Well. Because it’s out of your interest?”

“Nonsense! Do you think the princesses of Cheonsan are blind? Whether it was the Palace of Hwanhee or the Palace of Sangjae, the story should have come from somewhere… … . Hmph!”

Why are you so surprised? Is it because I’m laughing? Or is it because you feel a murderous intent?

If you go to the East, there is nothing but a wall, so you keep taking steps backwards. Like someone who is completely terrified. But, perhaps because of his nature, his mouth does not stop.

“Surely not… … The Presbyterian Church is not behind Sangjae Palace… … Somyeong… …!”

“Princess.”

I approached him, calling him softly. His pale appearance was even more haggard than that of a zombie.

“So, So-Seon-Lord! Before becoming the Princess of the New East, as the So-Seon-Lord’s divine will… … .”

She covered her mouth as if she was about to touch him.

The dilated pupils shake.

“I won’t kill you since you saved his life. But if you’re going to do it, do it till the end. Properly.”

“Th, what is that… … .”

“You know what I want.”

No matter how much you run wild like a hawk, only the branches will shake and the roots will not change.

I looked at him with a hardened expression, and he swallowed hard as if he had something to say.

“Are you trying to become a cult leader? What on earth have you done…?”

“It’s a natural thing for a young cult leader.”

The expression on Dongbang’s face changed colorfully. At first, it was surprise, then it was seriousness, and finally, it was filled with bitterness.

“Even if you become a Heavenly Horse… … it won’t be easy.”

I was curious. How could he say something like that even after knowing that he had made progress in the Heavenly Horse.

He continued speaking as I tilted my head and looked at him.

“If the Great Heavenly Festival of Myeonggyo is being brought forward, then a significant number of people have already passed… … .”

Dongbang explained what happened at the Secret Palace Conference a while ago.

But that wasn’t enough to understand. As if he had anticipated the question, Dongbang shook his head and continued.

“The Bloodless Princess is someone who has reached the realm of Talma. Also, since she has been preparing for a long time, she is much stronger than you think. And that’s not all. Considering the Elder Council and Guyangryong, it is outrageous! So for now, go somewhere far away and hide. I will send you a message later when the situation improves… … Hey, hey! Where are you going?!”

I turned around as I walked and said absentmindedly.

“Somyeonggung.”

“No, I told you to hide there. Why are you hiding there!”

Why? Since I was reincarnated into this body, there is no place to retreat. No matter how strong they are, there will be a way.

Maybe if I could just match the Chohwang Shipmuryu to the Cheonma Shingong… … .

“I have to find a way.”

“I said there isn’t any!”

“Poison Princess, forget what everyone already knows. I told you. If you’re going to do something, do it properly. I’ll say it again. Once you’re on my back, the only thing that gets off is a corpse.”

“Oh, right!”

“I’m going, I’m going to say it.”

“What is this going to be like in my later years… … . It’s driving me crazy.”

He grumbled for a while, putting his quiver on his belt and getting ready. He was an old man who was strangely not unpleasant.

“But is there really a way? If I just add one, nothing will happen? Young Master!”

I opened the door without answering and just raising the corners of my lips.

Squeak.

The bright sunlight was dazzling. I turned my head, covering my forehead with my sleeve.

But. Why are you still here?

“Are you… teasing me?”

“What? Didn’t you hear me tell you to go?”

It’s Mo Yong-hui. He’s back.

I told him to go to the Murim Alliance, but he just stood there and waited with his arms crossed.

“I sent a guy who can’t even escape thirty miles from his master. So, did you have a good walk? With that guy here, the chances of survival have increased.”

At Dongbang’s words that followed, both my face and Murong Hui’s face hardened.

You can’t get away.

“You didn’t say anything like that.”

“Even a yellow dog doesn’t steal food from other people’s houses, so how could a zombie escape from its owner?”

“You… were toying with me!”

Mo Yonghui’s body is burning, and Dongfang is giggling. I pressed my temple with my index finger. My head is throbbing.

But still.

The answer is set.

“Let’s go. To Somyeong Palace.”

* * *

Myunggyo Subong Jangsi-byeon Birugol

A tall man in a nightgown affectionately strokes the back of a bright red weasel.

On the other hand, the indifferent gaze scanning the surroundings is piercingly cold.

It was Lee Ho, the 22nd rank in the Myunggyo hierarchy, who had set out for Birugol to find Heukhwaseong under the orders of Guyangryong.

However, this is only a story from the perspective of the realm, and when he sets out to kill, he is the kind of person who would make even the most skilled of warriors shiver.

The best assassin in Cheonsan, aside from Guyangryong, was Lee Ho.

His mood was uneasy the whole time.

It was something that was incomprehensible from the beginning.

The palace was attacked, and Guyangryong identified the culprit as Heukhwaseong.

However, even after deciphering the blood incense book, which is called a spirit, no traces were found outside of the scene.

So the place I came to was Birugol, where the Heukhwaseong first appeared.

The problem is.

‘There is nothing. Everything has burned down and only ashes remain.’

The Birugol has disappeared. Did they do this because they knew they were coming?

Lee Ho carefully placed the red weasel blood incense on the floor. Then he sniffed and slowly looked around.

He waited in silence.

The blood incense book that had reached the entrance began to spin around.

‘Found it!’

His eyes sparkled, and the blood incense ran at a frightening speed unlike before.

As he gestured forward while watching, the dark new models quickly ran after him.

Shush, shush shush!

They are the killers of the murderous palace.

They escaped from Birugol with the blood incense. Lee Ho also flew away.

Until the Blood Incense Book finds the culprit.

It won’t stop.