Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 142

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Chapter 142

 

 

 

 

 

Since it had been quite a while since the family met, Tang Yung’s consideration allowed Zhuge Mungi to host Zhuge Munhyeon while waiting for the delegation in Hogu.

 

What thoughtful consideration indeed.

 

Hehehe, this is what you call hosting, right?

 

While pondering how to torment this guy, Zhuge Mungi asked.

 

“Why did you do such a thing?”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

 

His expression was cold as winter wind.

 

But far from getting angry, Zhuge Munhyeon was grinning broadly.

 

Keep it up, I’ll work you even harder.

 

“Didn’t you hate me?”

 

“I do hate you. Before and now.”

 

“Then why did you help me?”

 

“Who? Don’t misunderstand. I didn’t say it to help you.”

 

“You bastard…”

 

“Fix your manner of speech too, will you? What kind of attitude is that for someone hosting a guest? Don’t you think you need to be a bit more respectful?”

 

“…”

 

When he propped his chin and made an expression of pure delight, Zhuge Mungi gritted his teeth and trembled with rage.

 

This was immensely enjoyable.

 

Thanks to this, he was discovering the new pleasure of tormenting people.

 

After glaring for a long while, Zhuge Mungi seemed to worry his teeth might break and let out a sigh.

 

“Hah, fine. Fine. I’d rather chat with a dog than have a sincere conversation with you.”

 

“What’s wrong with what?”

 

“Even after aging, you haven’t changed one bit, you nasty-tempered bastard.”

 

“Look who’s talking. That’s rainbow reflection, you bastard.”

 

“Rain… bow… what?”

 

“You don’t know rainbow reflection? That’s something you should have outgrown as a child… You must have had quite a lack of friends, huh? Well, with that personality, there’s no way you’d have friends.”

 

“You, you…”

 

Having received a taste of his own medicine, Zhuge Mungi was so flabbergasted he couldn’t even finish his words and burst with frustration.

 

But he couldn’t help feeling grateful.

 

Tang Yung decided to bury the Unjang Pavilion incident after receiving a promise that the same thing would never happen again.

 

If Zhuge Munhyeon had wanted to pursue punishment for the disrespect shown to him, it would have been impossible.

 

Because of this, Cheon Giju and the Warriors of the patrol unit kept bowing their heads in gratitude to Zhuge Mungi.

 

He didn’t know how long those feelings would last, but thanks to this, Zhuge Mungi had gained recognition for his position as Advisor.

 

Though his younger brother was infuriating at every turn, he couldn’t help but be grateful.

 

The past was the past, and the present was the present.

 

“…Thank you.”

 

“What?”

 

“…”

 

“Say it again. It was too quiet, I couldn’t hear. What did you say?”

 

“I said thank you…”

 

“My, what a small voice. Did you skip meals? Come closer and say it. I’d like you to put your hands together respectfully and bow your head too.”

 

At those words, Zhuge Mungi’s face turned red as a ripe persimmon.

 

After hearing everything…

 

It was when he was trembling with clenched fists.

 

“Mm. I say, Advisor.”

 

“…?”

 

“My throat is parched, so go fetch me some water. Don’t send the servant girls or your subordinate Warriors, go yourself. I’d like the coolest one in Hogu.”

 

At his casual hand-waving manner of speaking, Zhuge Mungi finally couldn’t contain himself.

 

This damn bastard!

 

However.

 

“Ah, has the Bang Leader arrived?”

 

The moment Zhuge Munhyeon made a pleased expression, Zhuge Mungi’s head, which had been clenching his fist, whipped toward the back garden entrance.

 

No one was there.

 

Empty.

 

The patrol unit Warriors on guard duty met eyes and blinked.

 

“…Ah, I must have seen wrong.”

 

“…”

 

“What are you doing? Go fetch water, quickly. The Bang Leader personally ordered it… You’re not planning to neglect your hosting duties, are you?”

 

Though he wanted to kick the face of this giggling bastard, Zhuge Mungi gritted his teeth and turned around.

 

What a truly damnable bastard.

 

To grate on someone’s nerves this much.

 

Unable to contain his anger, he stomped out with heavy footsteps, and Zhuge Munhyeon laughed as if he was dying of joy at that retreating figure.

 

How refreshing.

 

At this rate, even old grudges might disappear.

 

“…You’re being excessive.”

 

“What’s excessive about what?”

 

“He’s not even a child… What on earth is rainbow reflection anyway?”

 

“Hmph! Whatever I do is my business.”

 

Mujin, who had been watching the two, shook his head, but Zhuge Munhyeon didn’t care.

 

Rather, he was proud.

 

Thank you, it’s fine.

 

He absolutely detested such exchanges.

 

So embarrassing…

 

He planned to torment him by ordering him around for the next two weeks. It was revenge if you could call it that. Though it might seem petty, if he wanted to take his revenge his own way, who could interfere?

 

“At times like this, you’re exactly like a child. Others would criticize you.”

 

“Let them criticize.”

 

“Aren’t you ashamed of the title Violent Dragon?”

 

“Not ashamed at all. I’m originally that kind of person. I’m quite proud of it.”

 

“Really… Confucius is someone you understand yet don’t understand.”

 

“Don’t bother trying to understand. It’ll only give you a headache.”

 

“…I’ll do that.”

 

Mujin, who had long given up on winning arguments against Zhuge Munhyeon, sighed once more.

 

“But how’s your head?”

 

“It’s still throbbing. Why did you hit me so hard?”

 

“What are you saying? Should I have let you attack the Tang Family’s secret Bang Leader? Do you know how urgent the situation was?”

 

“Even if you had left me alone, the secret Bang Leader wouldn’t have suffered any harm. He didn’t even use hidden weapons.”

 

“Ha!”

 

At Mujin’s grumbling, Zhuge Munhyeon couldn’t hide his bewilderment.

 

Of course he didn’t use hidden weapons.

 

The Tang Family’s secret division.

 

He knew their abilities better than anyone.

 

If the secret division’s main force was deployed, most mid-level sects would be completely annihilated overnight.

 

Their hidden weapons are stealthy, powerful, and incredibly accurate, so most victims probably wouldn’t even know how they died.

 

There’s a saying that in large-scale battles, the Tang Family’s Hidden Weapons Division is the best—and for good reason.

 

Hidden Weapons Division Leader Tang Yung is the head of such terrifying individuals, and he’s among the top five masters within the Tang Family.

 

But even such a Tang Yung cannot underestimate Mujin’s abilities.

 

With just the third seal, Mujin has the skill to make him take a step back. What if the fourth seal were released?

 

I guarantee that even with hidden weapons in Tang Yung’s hands, the result would be clear.

 

Unfortunately, the problem is losing one’s sanity.

 

“Hmm, but why do you keep trying to release the seals at every opportunity?”

 

“Well… something keeps urging me on.”

 

“What?”

 

“How should I put it, it’s like someone is speaking to me from within my heart? Telling me to let it out, to crush the opponent… When I listen to it, before I know it…”

 

“What? You’re hearing the Demonic Spirit Voice?”

 

“Demonic… Spirit Voice?”

 

“Damn, have you already reached that stage?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“No wonder you can’t hold back.”

 

As I frowned deeply and muttered incomprehensible words, Mujin tilted his head curiously.

 

What exactly is this Demonic Spirit Voice…

 

“Mujin, this won’t do. The energy inside your body seems desperate to possess you.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“The Demonic Spirit Voice is proof that the demonic energy within your body has begun to develop its own ego.”

 

“E-ego?”

 

“Well, it makes sense. If it had remained sealed, it might have been different, but you’ve already awakened it.”

 

“What exactly do you mean by that?”

 

“I told you before that energy also possesses life.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“The demonic energy sealed within your body seems to have begun awakening sooner than expected. Well, it makes sense since it’s already emerged into the world once. This thing probably covets your body.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

That’s how demonic energy works.

 

Usually when martial artists fall into Qi Deviation, there are cases where they forget their original personality and act as if they’ve gained a different ego.

 

What they hear at that time is the Demonic Spirit Voice.

 

It urges the body’s owner to embrace it, and eventually takes possession of that body.

 

Death and destruction.

 

It makes them think of only these two things.

 

It’s literally just going insane, but in the past, the Demonic Sect had researched this in various forms.

 

Those consumed by demonic nature tend to have incredible combat power, so they thought if used well, they could be employed as tremendous military force.

 

Thus began the research.

 

They forcibly made people learn the Ascending Demonic Arts, drove them into Qi Deviation, and studied the results.

 

Thinking about it now, they were evil bastards who did all sorts of things to become stronger. They used fellow martial artists as test subjects.

 

Anyway, what became known through that process was the Demonic Spirit Voice.

 

Whether the demonic energy truly gained its own ego as I described, or whether the inner self sleeping deep within the heart awakened, was never perfectly defined.

 

However, the moment the Demonic Spirit Voice is heard, the martial artist undergoes an awakening and shows exactly two types of behavior.

 

Either they overcome it, or they fall into Qi Deviation, become intoxicated with demonic nature, and go mad with killing.

 

One of the two.

 

Since the Demonic Spirit Voice has begun to be heard, if Mujin is left alone, disaster will surely strike.

 

Like the nickname playfully given to him, he might truly become a Demonic Taoist. He would be recorded as having brought tremendous calamity to the world.

 

That would be troublesome.

 

I wouldn’t be able to face Wudang who entrusted him to me, and I didn’t want to lose this well-raised disciple either.

 

“You’ll probably need to do some cultivation.”

 

“Cultivation?”

 

“Right. If your body is taken by demonic energy that has gained its own ego, you can no longer maintain a rational state. You’ll truly become a demonic martial artist.”

 

“What? A demonic martial artist?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“I-is there a method?”

 

“There is, but it will be painful…”

 

“I’ll do anything. A Wudang disciple becoming a demonic martial artist? That absolutely cannot happen.”

 

“I think so too.”

 

“What should I do?”

 

“There are two methods.”

 

“…”

 

“Learn Shaolin’s Immovable Heart Method to maintain a mental state like Clear Mirror Still Water even against the temptation of the Demonic Spirit Voice and overcome it.”

 

“Damn! How can I learn the Immovable Heart Method right now!?”

 

“Of course you can’t learn it, so there’s only one method for you.”

 

“What is it? Don’t keep me in suspense and tell me quickly.”

 

“Become stronger than the demonic spirit and forcibly suppress it.”

 

“Stronger than the demonic spirit… what?”

 

“You remember what I taught you?”

 

“Which thing?”

 

I’m talking about doing Qi Circulation Breathing during every moment you breathe.”

 

“Ah…”

 

“From now on, you’ll cultivate in earnest.”

 

“…”

 

Mujin’s expression became blank.

 

He had a detached feeling like someone who had lost everything in the world.

 

That cultivation… he had already tried it.

 

He nearly died.

 

Probably, I guarantee, only Zhuge Munhyeon would be capable of such cultivation.

 

“Hey, why are you spacing out like that? Are you planning to become a demonic martial artist?”

 

“That’s not it, but…”

 

“Don’t worry. I have a method I devised to help you achieve results quickly.”

 

“What?”

 

“It’s called the Time Forgetting Formation.”

 

“…A formation technique that makes you forget time?”

 

“Right. It’s a formation technique designed to create an Illusion Formation that attacks intruders, making them continuously engage in combat inside it.”

 

“Continuously…?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Mujin unconsciously nodded his head.

 

No one cultivates by fighting every single day.

 

First of all, there are no opponents.

 

But if you cultivate while treating illusions as opponents? It’s natural that you’d achieve results faster than usual.

 

“I, Elder Brother Munho, and Gwan Hwiping all cultivated that way. They’re probably still doing it now.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Of course. However, you’ll also practice circulating qi at every moment. While we wait for the delegation, during meals and sleep—no, you’ll cultivate while reducing even your sleep time.”

 

“Ah…”

 

Just hearing about it sounded exhausting.

 

That damn Heavenly Demon bastard.

 

Leaving behind something as useless as the Mad Soul Art and twisting his life like this.

 

Ill feelings toward the Heavenly Demon grew in Mujin’s heart faster than before.

 

Growing abundantly.

 

Not knowing that the very person who created the Mad Soul Art was right in front of him.

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