Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 141

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Chapter 141. Who is the Slave (1)

 

“Cough! Da, damn it!”

 

It was the second day since he had run like a man possessed across Mountains and Rivers to the Source of the Soul Summoning.

 

He had somehow managed to almost reach his destination, but collapsed right before arriving.

 

“Cough cough! Ugh, I’m dying! Wa, wait, let me rest for a moment.”

 

The moment he plopped down, he nearly fell asleep instantly.

 

It was ridiculous.

 

His frame was large and sturdy, which wasn’t bad, but judging by how much good food he must have scavenged, his belly protruded. Naturally, his stamina was poor too.

 

“Huff huff! What a wasteful bastard! If you’re born healthy and well, you should think about training hard to become great, but you abuse this precious body like this?!”

 

There wasn’t a single thing about it that pleased him.

 

The only good thing, if anything? It was a young body. From what he could tell, it seemed to be around early to mid-twenties.

 

But even that didn’t please him right now.

 

In fact, even if he had entered the body of the most handsome man in the world with a hundred years of talent, this wouldn’t be a situation to feel good about.

 

‘Why did I come back to life?’

 

It had been a life lived with terrible hardship.

 

Even after death, he couldn’t properly return to the afterlife. Hadn’t he wandered this world like a ghost and nearly lost his self-awareness?

 

By great fortune, before becoming a specter from a ghost, a suitable host died and he barely managed to complete his final mission, but…

 

“Damn it! Something must have gone seriously wrong! How can this be possible?!”

 

It was exhausting.

 

With his body in this state, he felt the mental exhaustion was even more severe.

 

‘It would have been better to stay dead forever.’

 

A life where he never got to live according to his own will. Even after death, he couldn’t peacefully return to the afterlife – could there be another soul as pitiful as this?

 

He had thought he would finally meet true freedom after completing his final mission, but this mad fate had thrown him back into this world again.

 

“…I should at least check.”

 

Suppressing his desire to collapse, he stood up again.

 

Fortunately, perhaps because he had consumed plenty of precious Spiritual Medicine since childhood, the Internal Energy this body had accumulated was considerable.

 

From what he could see, it seemed to be the bloodline of an insignificant power, not even a Great Sect but among the unremarkable Small and Medium Sects, yet it had managed to gather this much Internal Energy.

 

‘Ugh, this is strange.’

 

Having dealt with Demonic Energy his entire life, he didn’t like the pure and clean orthodox Internal Energy.

 

Still, since Qi was Qi, operating it itself wasn’t difficult.

 

Thud thud thud!

 

His steps climbing the mountain were quite nimble.

 

He grumbled inwardly.

 

‘I can’t even use my real Martial Arts.’

 

But this was something at least.

 

After running up the mountain energetically for about an hour.

 

“Huff huff huff!”

 

His stamina was drained again.

 

There was plenty of Internal Energy left, but his stamina was too poor. It was an incomprehensible body.

 

‘There’s more than one or two incomprehensible things. Let’s not complain.’

 

After searching the mountain again for some time.

 

His eyes flashed brightly.

 

‘There it is!’

 

When he hurried over, the scent of blood still lingered faintly.

 

‘Beast blood?’

 

Looking at the ground, he could see dried bloodstains.

 

The traces were almost gone, worn away by the east wind, but the size and shape gave him the answer.

 

‘This is… the Yellow Springs Soul Summoning Diagram?’

 

Why? Why put the Yellow Springs Soul Summoning Diagram here?

 

“Hmm, there are definitely thick traces of demonic presence.”

 

The Demonic Energy had scattered, but he could feel the thick malice that the Demonic Energy had left behind.

 

He was certain.

 

‘This is why. This is why I returned to this world again.’

 

Traces left by Demonic Energy? You couldn’t sense them unless you had mastered Demonic Art to the level of an expert. It was a sense unrelated to enlightenment, one that could only awaken when your actual body became one with Martial Arts.

 

Naturally, this body had not learned Demonic Art.

 

Yet the fact that he had sensed the traces from that great distance meant this diagram was closely related to his reincarnation.

 

“…My goodness, this is absurd.”

 

Staring blankly around his surroundings, he let out a hollow laugh.

 

“I came back through such a botched soul summoning technique?”

 

Originally, soul calling techniques and soul summoning techniques required countless sacrifices.

 

Demonic tools containing the essence of a thousand people’s blood were basic, and various curses and Evil Arts had to secretly tear open gaps in the heavenly principle to summon souls.

 

Naturally, such things couldn’t be easy. Even if the sacrifices were prepared, it would take at least fifty years, plus the work of thoroughly refining a body that matched well with the soul’s nature.

 

In other words, considering various factors, it was a technique that realistically required close to a hundred years.

 

“You used beast blood as sacrifice? I don’t even see traces of curses? And this body? My soul perfectly matches this body?”

 

Setting other things aside, there was a fundamental question.

 

“Why summon me while going to such lengths?!”

 

If someone was dead, leave them dead – what kind of dog-like glory are you trying to enjoy by grabbing the hair of a human who died satisfied and seating them in the Saba World?

 

‘I don’t want to be a palace master again!’

 

A silent scream echoed through the mountain.

 

Having lived suppressed for decades, he couldn’t bring himself to speak such impious words aloud.

 

But seeing that his nature remained the same despite living suppressed for all that time, his tenacity and stubbornness were truly remarkable even by his own assessment.

 

As he sat down clutching his hair and groaning, he suddenly discovered something strange.

 

“What’s this?”

 

When he swept away the broken branches, part of a geometric pattern still remained, not yet erased.

 

Quietly examining the pattern, he was startled.

 

“What? Wasn’t it the Yellow Springs Soul Summoning Diagram?”

 

No.

 

It was the Yellow Springs Soul Summoning Diagram. But it wasn’t the complete Yellow Springs Soul Summoning Diagram he knew.

 

“…God Summoning Incantation?”

 

It was so absurd his nose got stuffy.

 

“You mixed the God Summoning Incantation with the Yellow Springs Soul Summoning Diagram? What kind of clumsy prank is this?”

 

There was nothing wrong with mixing them. If you were just going to play around.

 

But if they tried to achieve something with this, it was such a stupid act that it couldn’t even be called clumsy.

 

“So, I returned to this land through pranks that can’t even be called half-baked?”

 

Was this even possible?

 

Could you summon a person’s soul without things like thousand people’s blood, demonic tools, or curses?

 

Were the high priests of the Sacred Blood Palace, who had prepared and prepared again for all that time, blockheads without even a speck of experimental spirit?

 

“Good heavens…”

 

The face of him who had slumped down looked extremely troubled.

 

‘I can’t figure out what these guys wanted at all. From what I can see, it doesn’t seem like their purpose was to summon me again…’

 

Should he call it fortunate?

 

If they had summoned him again, he would have found those bastards and turned all their heads into triangles.

 

‘Do I have to live for the palace again? Damn it, having to repeat a life that was already harsh enough…’

 

Biting his lips in frustration, his eyes suddenly widened.

 

“Wait a minute.”

 

He stood up abruptly and looked around.

 

No one was there.

 

And he couldn’t sense the bastards who drew this ridiculous scribble either.

 

“…”

 

That’s right. There’s no one watching.

 

And there’s no one who knows me.

 

‘Those bastards who drew this graffiti weren’t after me. I don’t know if they used proper sorcery or not, but anyway, I wasn’t their target.’

 

Then?

 

“…Freedom?”

 

Suddenly his spine tingled.

 

“Can I, can I start my own life?”

 

A smile slowly spread across his face.

 

“Does this mean I can now live as I please without getting entangled with those bastards?!”

 

Suddenly it felt like a ray of light had descended from heaven.

 

If only I pretend not to know.

 

If only I keep my head down and live quietly, I’ll never have to get involved with demons again.

 

I would be free.

 

“Uhahahaha!!”

 

Laughter burst out from the exhilaration and thrill.

 

“This is an opportunity! A golden opportunity to live my own life!”

 

Martial arts? I know hundreds. How to make money? I don’t know, but can’t I just steal it?

 

I can live well, patting my full belly in comfort. I can do whatever I want, eat whatever I want, build a palace-like house in a scenic place and raise a few dogs while living a life where each day is a blessing.

 

Thinking positively, a future without even a trace of shadow drew itself out perfectly.

 

“This is life. This is what life is. I’ve lived doing that bullshit my whole life, but I can’t live like that for this second lifetime too.”

 

Rubbing his palms together in anticipation, he stood up from his spot.

 

“Good, good. Let’s go down first. Go down and fill my belly first, then with a joyful heart plan my future…”

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“Fill your belly with what?”

 

“Fill it with something delicious.”

 

“Something delicious? Blood and flesh?”

 

He frowned.

 

“How can you eat such things so crudely? With a well-prepared formal meal… Huh?”

 

Startled, he turned around.

 

Before he knew it, a young man was standing there. He held a spear in his hand, and his appearance was quite impressive.

 

He was surprised by the opponent who had approached without any presence, but he was more surprised by the young man’s posture.

 

‘Oh ho, look at this guy?’

 

He was genuinely impressed.

 

“You, which school are you from? How do you use the Natural Stance at such a young age?”

 

“…”

 

“Hehe, how interesting indeed. Even in that era, there were few who could use the Natural Stance at your age. Moreover, one as naturally flowing as you…”

 

Huh?

 

“Natural… natural…”

 

Somehow that stance looks familiar? Unpleasantly so.

 

“By the way, what is your name?”

 

For him who had lived his whole life being revered, etiquette of the outside world was something he only knew through books and information.

 

In other words, he only understood so-called universal social skills intellectually.

 

Whether fortunately or unfortunately, the other party didn’t question his pathetic social skills at all.

 

“…I had a hunch, but it was as expected.”

 

A terrifying gleam appeared in Moyong Bi’s eyes.

 

“Demon Immortal Neung Hyeong.”

 

Neung Hyeong was startled.

 

“You, you know me?”

 

“How could I not know?”

 

“What? Don’t tell me you’re the one who drew this graffiti-like Underworld Soul Summoning Array?”

 

“Where would I have nothing better to do than draw such unpleasantly disgusting graffiti with blood? Are you in your right mind?”

 

“What!”

 

Vivid anger rose on Neung Hyeong’s face.

 

“How dare you flap your wicked tongue in front of this lord, you must not value your life.”

 

“You’re talking bullshit, you bastard.”

 

“Ha! Where did such an ill-mannered bastard appear from? In my life, I’ve only seen one person as rude as you.”

 

Neung Hyeong’s face, which had been crumpled with displeasure, suddenly became innocent.

 

That’s right. There was exactly one person.

 

With exactly that posture, exactly that look in his eyes, exactly that way of speaking, the legendary nemesis who had turned his world upside down at first meeting.

 

“Uh… hmm…”

 

“…”

 

“By any chance, do you know someone named Moyong Cheon?”

 

Moyong Bi smiled coldly.

 

Neung Hyeong felt goosebumps for a moment.

 

That characteristic twisted smile. That unpleasant smile that seemed to smell of raw fish was identical to his nemesis from those days.

 

That wasn’t a smile that could be similar due to bloodline.

 

A smile that could never come out unless it was the person himself.

 

“No way?!”

 

“The stench you’re giving off is giving me a headache even now. Damn, you seem even more fucking annoying than back then.”

 

“Mo, Moyong Cheon?”

 

“Long time no see, Lord Neung.”

 

In that moment, Neung Hyeong recalled the memories from back then that he wanted to forget but couldn’t.

 

‘So you’re Moyong Cheon, the Martial Alliance Leader I’ve only heard about in rumors. This lord is the current Sacred Blood Palace Master Neung Hyeong.’

 

‘Oh my, it was Lord Neung. So we finally meet face to face.’

 

‘…Lord Neung?’

 

‘Anyway, are you ready to die? You eventful bastard.’

 

‘Where did this young bastard sell his manners!’

 

Neung Hyeong’s mouth fell wide open.

 

Moyong Bi readjusted his grip on the spear.

 

“Second lifetime? Come try twenty lifetimes, I’ll drill a hole in your head each time.”

 

“Aaaah!”

 

Neung Hyeong instinctively turned and fled.

 

However.

 

Crack!

 

A large stone that flew like an arrow struck the back of his head.

 

As he lost consciousness, Neung Hyeong thought.

 

‘Oh God.’

 

Please play your jokes in moderation.

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