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Blood Flame Cult (3)
The Blood Flame Cult was a cult as proclaimed by the imperial family. They were people whose words, actions, and thoughts were uncontrollable.
As the religious sect is so large, the content of its sermons is likely to leak out often, but even the royal family has not been able to completely uncover the doctrines even after many years.
Jeongyeonshin asked quietly.
“Did you call me?”
“Yes, Grand Master.”
The Bloodthirsty Sword answered while kneeling and prostrating himself.
“······.”
Jeong Ga-jang was the best in Shinya-hyeon, Hanam.
If you don’t want to look ridiculous for flaunting your power, you have to be educated.
Even the children who were raised could not give up their studies.
Jeong Yeon-shin also learned the main characters of the Four Books and Three Classics, even if only superficially.
It is said that all things in the world have cause and effect. The same goes for events in the world of martial arts.
Going back to the results that were difficult to understand, there was an incomprehensible cause.
The blood cult of madmen was said to be an incomprehensible group. The qualities of the island of Ma Gwang-ik were also like that.
He created the martial art of the Blood Flame Sect that no one had been able to create since Master Dharma.
He even created a sword that could cause widespread killings with his swordsmanship. The swordsmanship was particularly unprecedented.
It was something that far surpassed the level of martial arts that he had possessed.
That’s why kidnapping was a natural thing. Cheongmyeong and Baekmirye said it before.
If the other faction finds out about Jeong Yeon-shin’s qualities, they have no choice but to persuade him or kill him.
The Blood Flame Cult simply took the lead.
“I spread the word throughout the headquarters.”
Chilsado raised his lips. His smile did not come across as beautiful. Was it because of the madness that seemed to be tearing at his skin?
A single red eye scanned Jeongyeonshin. She whispered slowly.
“Your extraordinary accomplishments, your creative talents that are unparalleled in the world, your character that does not let delusion get in the way of cutting the equator. What would happen if I planted a blood hole in your body? Our sect might see the birth of a new sect leader after a hundred or so years.”
Bloodletting is said to be a martial art within the realm of sorcery.
I heard that the moment you start to learn it, the nature of all the veins in your body, from the Baihui point to the brain, becomes distorted.
It creates a state in which it is easy to instill the doctrine of the Blood Flame Cult.
The martial arts religion of madmen.
They repeatedly break the mold with brainwashing in mind. They do not hesitate to elevate the enemy of the religion to the position of Taesa.
It was incomprehensible from a business standpoint. It was a social thing.
Jeong Yeon-shin responded calmly.
“It’s not funny to see you talking about the little cult leader. You’ve already beheaded many of your followers.”
“Children who have faithfully shed blood according to the doctrine will shed their flesh and go to the Peach Blossom Land. Our revenge is not just revenge. It is burning the land with blood. I hope that the Peach Blossom Land will be filled with happiness.”
“There is no history of rulers who have lived long and welcomed successors.”
“That is exactly what is meant by tilting. Only he will sit on the throne of the cult leader forever.”
Chilsado drew a smile with his eyes.
“The title ‘Little Leader’ is a literal one. As a Grand Master, please become my little leader.”
“Your Majesty!”
“Make the blood vessel more perfect!”
Before I knew it, many people had gathered from around me. Was it because the Blood Sect Sword was being used as an example in the middle of the street?
A circle of people filled with red flags formed. It was a bizarre sight.
Her voice was filled with excitement, as if she was glad.
“I have spoken of your qualities. There is an old doctrine of our school. It is the third verse of the Yeomhwajeol (炎火節).”
“I will overcome it with great strength!”
The swordsman who had called Jeongyeonshin the Grand Master shouted. His expression was solemn.
When Chilsado nodded his head slightly, the guy lowered his head as if embarrassed.
Chilsado looked closely into Jeongyeonshin’s eyes and said.
“It’s a passage about red hair. It’s a natural punishment that you will suffer the moment you learn the bloody art in the Central Plains. All sorts of scumbags who see you red will try to catch and kill the followers.”
“Don’t you often catch and kill common people?”
Jeong Yeon-shin spoke among the hundreds of Blood Flame Cultists.
That was because I wanted to see their reactions and decide what to do. But no one responded. Even Chilsado was like that.
Jeongyeon Shin felt as if she had fallen into another world all alone.
Chilsado continued speaking with a thin smile.
“It must have been natural in the first place. The reason the glorious traces of bloodshed have turned into a heavenly punishment is because of two groups of people. The political faction that boasts that they are righteous. The royal family that talks about being social.”
“······.”
“I will help you overcome it. You can easily change the blood circulation of the blood stasis into internal energy control. It is the quality that created the magical martial arts. You can turn the red hair of these children black.”
It was a request to make it impossible to distinguish the Blood Flame Cultists by their appearance. It meant to commit a disaster.
As soon as Chilsa-do finished speaking, several people suddenly stood up.
“I will overcome it with great strength!”
“Please complete the divine bloodshed!”
“Taesa! Aaaah! Taesa!”
Those crazy guys. Jeongyeonshin was shocked.
He calls the blood pore divine and demands the development of the oral cavity.
If you want to overcome it, you have to change the color of your hair. Isn’t it all a contradiction?
I thought socializing would be more conservative. It wasn’t.
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Their temperament was close to chaos. They were people who were satisfied with good things.
In order to become active in the Central Plains, he invited Jeong Yeon-sin as Grand Master.
They were obvious guys, but the eyes looking at Iphwangseong’s island were already filled with admiration.
In the midst of the frenzy, the Seven Apostles laughed.
“Young Master. You will pave the way for the future of our school.”
Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t answer. She just stood there silently, her eyes downcast, lost in thought.
Only after a moment of chaos did the bastards disperse.
Only then did Chilsado stretch out his hand again. He could feel the waves of energy that were woven into his long fingers as if they were his daily routine.
The density of contact was enormous. It seemed like a realm where there was no burden of thought in using internal energy.
She gently grabbed Jeongyeonshin’s sleeve, as if she could never get away.
The Seven Apostles licked their lips.
“Let’s go. My little sect leader. Our great teacher.”
Jeong Yeon-shin followed silently.
At the main building of the Blood Flame Cult, a gust of wind brushing my cheek suddenly felt pleasant.
Was it because I realized early on that I would die soon? Or was it because I was born with a strong heart?
The Blood Flame Cult was a completely different world. I couldn’t help but think differently.
‘Wouldn’t the martial arts of Chukki be special?’
It was called the power of regeneration.
Maybe, maybe. Could it be that one can change one’s fate not with the fruit of the Heavenly Tree, but with ignorance?
The young grandmaster walked silently.
After passing several temples with the Chilsado, a grand palace-like hall appeared.
Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been taking in all the sights of the enemy camp, counted the number of floors of the wide staircase at a glance.
Thirty-six. A number with a lot of meaning.
‘Thirty-six heavenly stars of Taoism. Thirty-six of the Buddhist afflictions.’
The religious sects were said to have many symbolic structures within them.
It is said that it is often used as a clue to decipher visionary martial arts.
I climbed the stairs, trying not to wink at the Seven Apostles.
The moment we reached the end, the bright red gate opened by itself.
“Come closer.”
The voice was smooth.
A handsome man with white hair sat alone on a high throne and gestured.
He had a noble appearance, with a pure white face and a refined nose bridge, enough to make one feel like royalty, but he was lying loosely on the floor of a wide chair with one leg up.
There doesn’t seem to be any particular momentum. He is a Blood Flame Sect leader who is considered one of the best in the world in terms of martial arts.
‘no way.’
Jeong Yeon-shin thought of Iphwangseongju, who was enjoying the breeze with a gentle smile.
It was right before the duel with Masain, the successor on her mother’s side. It was only very late that she realized the existence of the treasured sword hanging from her waist.
“The leader said. Didn’t you hear?”
One of those standing in a long line on either side of the Blood Flame Cult Leader spoke. His tone was high-handed.
He was a middle-aged man with jet-black hair.
Unlike the Blood Flame Cult Leader, he had a powerful prayer wrapped around his entire body, so much so that you could tell right away that he was another apostle.
“Is there an apostle above the Grand Master?”
Jeong Yeon-shin asked without changing her tone.
He called himself Grand Master.
The Seven Apostles next to him burst into laughter.
There was a sense of joy in the eerie echo that echoed through the luxurious interior.
Even in the presence of the cult leader, the laughter did not stop.
“Your question is valid. The ranks of a Taesa and an Apostle are not different.”
She answered with a bright face.
“It is disgusting that that scoundrel of the Iphwangseong clan is calling himself the Grand Master of our religion. His future has not even been decided yet.”
The middle-aged man spoke with a calm expression.
The apostles show all kinds of words and actions in front of the leader.
It was different from the other disciples, including the Blood Sect. It was an incredibly free spirit.
The guy continued speaking slowly.
“I have already received permission from the leader. If what I have heard about your qualities is true, even if I were to grant you blood, it would not be able to cleanse your body and mind from the sect’s ethos. You will have to undergo countless trials in the future.”
“Samsado. Listen carefully.”
The expression on Chilsado’s face disappeared. A wave of energy spread throughout his body, as if he was about to have a seizure.
“Your child is not a vessel for the cult. Don’t be jealous.”
“You’re talking about clichés.”
It was the voice of the Blood Flame Cult leader.
He gestured leisurely. At the same time, his white hair, which had grown white, swayed slightly. It was a movement that seemed to be alive and separate.
Phew.
A cool breeze blew. The energy that had filled the temple with a tingling sensation was swept away in an instant.
The sharp and mysterious aura that is unique to Chilsado has also disappeared without a trace.
It was such an elaborate method that it was hard to guess the gist of it.
Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly felt her wrist being pulled taut. Chil-sado’s hand holding the sleeve was tense.
“first.”
Under the protection of the cult leader, the three apostles spoke slowly.
“I will have to experience your ignorance. The news is so widespread, and the Seven Sado are obsessed with you, so shouldn’t I report to you? It’s a very basic matter.”
“Your circumstances are complicated. Let’s do it quickly.”
No one was angry at Jeong Yeon-shin’s response.
The leaders of the Blood Flame Sect were as calm as the clear waters of the mirror.
No matter how twisted the direction was, each of them had built up their own practice high.
Aside from his martial arts skills, he was fearsome as a person.
“No need to talk for long. Come.”
The three apostles stretched out one arm.
Woof!
A bloody aura rose from the bastard’s heart. A faint red current began to pile up in layers, forming a circle.
It wasn’t the power of the sword. It wasn’t the combination of martial arts and true energy, but rather the barrier was created solely with internal energy.
‘Workshop and defense all in one.’
Jeong Yeon-shin saw through the bastard’s method. A very sharp energy swept through. It was a storm of sharp energy created by Jin-gi.
It would be far worse than throwing out your inner strength and hands together. Even so, it was an unrealistic feat.
“The level of your true energy management has reached a level that can be discussed throughout the world.”
“Isn’t that the kind of person who sees the seeds of the Yellow Emperor in a state like those of those who wear black clothes?”
Those standing in line couldn’t hide their exclamations of admiration.
Jeongyeonshin stared blankly at the wall of internal energy that appeared across the street. Chilsa-do whispered in his ear.
“It’s a test that our school’s later indices take when they are promoted to Blood Sect Swordsman. If you can hold out for just one breath, you’ll be granted an elixir.”
“What happens if you tear it?”
Jeong Yeon-shin asked calmly.
Phew.
He stepped forward while casting the Demon Destruction Skill. From his right hand raised to his chest, clear energy waves spread in all directions.
It didn’t drag on for long. It just built a capital and brought it down as a wall.
Hwaaaaak!
The moment it was captured, a red whistle began to sweep across the area.
From Jeongyeonshin’s hand, a visible red current swept in all directions.
The water that was embedded in the wall took on a cold blue light. It was tearing apart the walls of internal energy that had been built up to a high level.
It didn’t take even a second for it to disappear. There was a brief silence as the red wind dispersed.
“···If it is truly a martial art created by one’s own hands.”
The three apostles opened their mouths.
“He is truly a dangerous man······.”
The guy took a step back.
The sharp expression on his face was different from the backstep. Jeong Yeon-shin noticed it right away.
It seemed like some evil plan was brewing in the hearts of the Blood Flame Cult’s apostles.
At that moment, the Blood Flame Cult Leader opened his lips.
“That aerodynamic, true energy operation method.”
“······?”
“It was indeed something I didn’t have to worry about.”
As he began to speak, the atmosphere in the room changed. Even the apostles bowed their heads in excitement as if they were believers listening to the sermon.
“You can learn the martial arts of the best class just by studying the nine-legged sword? There would be no reason for the great school to pay attention to the qualifications of its disciples.”
“······.”
“Your skills are added. I can feel that your own interpretation of the magic power of the Pasa Hyeonjeong has been incorporated. The reason why internal energy has a specific nature is not only because the path of energy is different. The intention is important. That’s why you need a teacher.”
The Blood Flame Cult Leader spoke with a smile, as if he were Jeongyeonshin’s teacher.
‘That’s true.’
Jeong Yeon-shin nodded inwardly. She had already said this when she had taken Chil-sado’s eyes.
Even if you only have a little bit of magical power in your martial arts, it is difficult to get started.
It was said that one must be born with a talent of the highest order in order to hone it.
If it were easy to learn martial arts, the Blood Flame Sect would have been destroyed long ago.
That was right. No one had mastered it.
Jeong Yeon-shin is not a fool. Naturally, he created a secret recipe and handed it over to Iphwangseong Mugo.
The Demonic Spirit of Heaven was a rare martial art that brought great achievements.
But the last news I heard was disappointing. It was that even the great lords were not able to enter.
“You were the only problem.”
The Blood Flame Cult Leader smiled faintly.
“So you came to our school.”
“······.”
“You have ruined the test with your outstanding skills. The Grand Master deserves a reward. Bring it to me.”
As he clapped his hands once, a man walked out.
Judging by his careful footsteps, he seemed to be a servant.
He was holding high over his head a table covered with golden silk. An antique box resting on top caught my eye.
The Blood Flame Cult Leader made a small gesture. As the attendant knelt down and lifted the table, the Cult Leader opened the box and took out a crimson ring.
“What is it?”
Jeong Yeon-shin asked calmly.
At the same time, a strange atmosphere emanated from the Blood Flame Cult Leader’s body. It was not normal.
The moment she slightly lifted her beautiful chin, she had a charm that seemed to explode with energy.
There were countless anecdotes about the master of the Blood Flame Sect. It was said that he would sink his teeth into the nape of one’s neck and suck out one’s vital energy and blood.
Even so, there are many victims who die laughing.
The Blood Flame Cult Leader raised his lips and spoke.
“It is a poison that narrows the blood vessels. It is the vision of our school.”
There was something magical about his laughter. It was a smile that dazzled people.