Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 154

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Chapter 154. The Storm of Blood Beyond Change (4)

Returning home, Moyong Bi immediately oversaw Moyong Su Hyang’s training.

Now seventeen years old, Moyong Su Hyang had grown noticeably in just three months.

She had grown a bit taller and her face had matured considerably. As time passed, she seemed to resemble Moyong Su Jeong more than Moyong Bi.

Of course, her intense gaze and distinctive temperament remained unchanged.

Moyong Bi, who had been seriously overseeing her training, suddenly thrust out his spear.

Clang!

Moyong Su Hyang’s movements as she blocked the spear strike with her short, thick saber were extremely agile.

She reacted immediately even to the sudden spear strike. This meant she was reading what was happening around her through qi sensitivity while concentrating on her training.

Moyong Su Hyang grumbled.

“This time my heart really skipped a beat.”

“Elder Brother’s heart pounds every moment as he attacks with the resolve to potentially wound his beloved younger sister’s body.”

“Ugh, don’t say things like that.”

The sight of her vigorously rubbing her arms as if getting goosebumps was quite a spectacle.

Moyong Bi burst into hearty laughter.

As time passed, his relationship with his great grand nieces only deepened. Perhaps the two of them had remained the same, and it was he who had awkwardly kept his distance.

Now he truly regarded both of them as sisters.

“But do you have some worry or something?”

“Hm?”

“You seem a bit different from usual.”

She was particularly sensitive to Moyong Bi’s emotions compared to others.

Moyong Bi let out a bitter smile.

“The Hong Clan Sword Family has been massacred.”

“What?!”

Moyong Su Hyang was shocked.

“The, the Hong Clan Sword Family? The entire family was massacred?”

“Yes.”

He no longer tried to hide such matters unless absolutely necessary. It was something she would learn about in time anyway.

“What happened? Was it perhaps the Ten Swords Gate…?”

“It doesn’t seem to be them.”

“Then why?”

“The Hubei Branch has dispatched people. The truth should be revealed soon.”

“Wow.”

“Anyway, you should focus on training hard. I told you because I thought you might feel left out later, not to stop your good training.”

“Ah, I understand.”

At least when it came to training matters, she became more serious than anyone else.

Moyong Su Hyang focused again and looked at her blade tip.

Whooom.

With an intense resonance, the Twin Dragon Qi rose along the saber.

Moyong Bi’s eyes deepened.

‘As expected, she’s fast.’

How long had it been since she reached the sixth level, and she was already at the eighth level.

Any martial art becomes more difficult to progress as the achievement level rises.

Yet Moyong Su Hyang had raised her Twin Dragon Qi from the sixth to eighth level in just three months.

Even with talent, effort, and a former Martial Alliance Leader overseeing her martial arts, this growth rate could be called abnormal.

‘Soon I could probably teach her the Blood Sword too.’

Flame Saber and Blood Sword.

Combined, they were called Flame Blood, and among the martial arts learned by the direct bloodline of the Moyong Family Estate, they were extremely combat-oriented martial arts.

Learning just one would earn recognition as a master anywhere, but if one could completely master both different sword techniques, they might discuss reaching the pinnacle of Jianghu.

Of course, personal enlightenment would be more important, but the fact that it provided such a solid foundation showed how excellent the Moyong Family’s martial arts were.

‘No. Let’s not rush.’

She had already perfectly internalized the Soul-Splitting Flame Dragon Saber. But that wasn’t the end.

Was it finished just because she had internalized the basic sword form?

The more advanced the martial art, the more extreme the variations in sword forms. The incantations for the Flame Dragon Saber were also more than twice the amount of any other first-rate sword technique.

As it was an external family martial art, she needed to become so familiar with the incantations that she could forget them, and know how to instantly split sword forms according to situations.

It would be better not to pass on the Blood Sword until she reached that level.

‘If she advances to the True Dragon Dual Origin Art, that would be a different story.’

After overseeing her training for a while, Moyong Bi spoke up.

“Let’s stop here for today.”

“Is that enough?”

“More than enough – it’s excessive. Take it a bit easier.”

Moyong Su Hyang grinned and swung her sword through the empty air again.

Once she got into the flow, her speed in returning to focus even after being interrupted was lightning-fast.

Moyong Bi found such a great grand niece endearing.

‘This much is sufficient.’

Moyong Bi moved locations and headed to the training ground where the Fire Sword Group was practicing.

Quiet, slow movements. Filled with silence where not even a breath could be heard.

Watching that scene from afar, Moyong Bi nodded inwardly.

‘I won’t need to interfere there for a while.’

He had already taught Jin Gwang all the combat techniques of the White King Conquest Art.

While detailed oversight was good, it would be better for them to learn in their own way first and then make adjustments later.

Having finished checking the Fire Sword Group’s level, Moyong Bi now headed toward Guo Lao.

Clang!

Surprisingly, Guo Lao and Dark Shadow were practicing with real swords.

“Insufficient.”

“Hup!”

“I’ll go again.”

Flash!

Guo Lao’s sword extending from low to high was like a dragon ascending from a calm lake that had been stirred.

Moyong Bi’s eyes sparkled.

‘No matter when I see it, it’s a beautiful sword.’

Clang!

Dark Shadow, who blocked Guo Lao’s sword strike by pressing down, was pushed back five steps.

Guo Lao nodded.

“Much better than just now.”

“Is, is that so?”

“The essence of assassination martial arts has been well drained, but the extreme temperament you occasionally show keeps holding you back. You mustn’t fear retreating. Whether protecting someone or protecting yourself, flexibility is essential.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Guo Lao, who had stopped speaking, looked at Moyong Bi.

When Moyong Bi silently nodded, Guo Lao also bowed in return and spoke again.

“The Fortress Protection Sword Style is both the beginning and the end – the sword form is simple but contains the ultimate essence of self-protection. I won’t teach you ascending sword techniques until you perfectly master the Fortress Protection Sword Style.”

“Yes!”

“Try to protect yourself again. I’ll go with twice the power as before.”

Guo Lao’s sword became increasingly fierce while Dark Shadow’s sword became increasingly flexible.

Moyong Bi, who had been watching the two with a smile, finally turned his steps toward his residence.

Arriving at the small courtyard in front of his residence, Neung Hyeong came into his view.

Whooooom.

Neung Hyeong’s face as he sat in lotus position devoted to energy cultivation looked surprisingly peaceful.

‘Who would think of a Demon Immortal looking at that face.’

Three months’ time—perhaps what had changed the most was Neung Hyeong.

Neung Hyeong had decided to train in esoteric martial arts, and Moyong Bi immediately released the seal on his internal energy.

That wasn’t all.

Moyong Bi actively helped Neung Hyeong. He tried his best to assist him, knowing that his foolish pride would prevent him from asking questions even when curious.

Was that why?

Neung Hyeong, who would absolutely never do such a thing under normal circumstances, came to find Moyong Bi whenever he had questions.

In truth, most of his questions were things he didn’t really need to ask. His doubts stemmed from unfamiliarity with orthodox martial arts flow, and having reached the realm of Grand Master, he could find the path with just a little contemplation.

But as time passed, truly troubling matters arose.

While Taoist divine arts might be one thing, Buddhist martial arts were particularly incompatible with demonic arts, making them difficult to interpret even with his supreme insight.

This was partly because Buddhism and demonism had developed in completely different directions, but Buddhist martial arts especially possessed the characteristic of being difficult to properly cultivate without understanding Buddhist scriptures.

For one unfamiliar with Buddhist scriptures and enlightenment to master Buddhist martial arts required constant practice and reflection, constant philosophical thinking.

In that sense, Moyong Bi was an irreplaceable friend and teacher to Neung Hyeong.

Because at least for now, Moyong Bi was the only one who could understand such enlightenment and converse with him about it.

Of course, in reality, he didn’t consider him a teacher, let alone a friend.

Moyong Bi turned away from Neung Hyeong and entered the room, bringing out a large bundle.

Sitting on the wooden platform, he unwrapped the bundle and carefully examined each book inside.

How much time had passed?

Whooom.

A golden aura spread from Neung Hyeong’s body. His energy cultivation was nearing its end.

Moyong Bi chuckled softly.

‘Your ancestors would shed tears of blood if they saw this.’

A bastard who was even called a Demon Immortal was training in esoteric Buddhism’s supreme martial arts. It was truly a sight that could be seen nowhere else.

“Whoop!”

With a deep intake of breath, Neung Hyeong opened his eyes, and clear spiritual light dwelt in them.

For the spiritual light of Buddhist law to shine from the Demon Immortal’s eyes—truly a magnificent sight.

“Mmm, this is quite refreshing and good. There’s actually some fun in learning it.”

“Is that so?”

“Gasp!”

Startled, Neung Hyeong jumped up.

“You—when did you get here?”

“I came sneaking like a little mouse so I wouldn’t disturb your energy cultivation.”

“Bastard, I thought my heart was going to fall out.”

“Your heart didn’t stop even when stabbed with a spear, so what’s the problem if it falls out?”

“This guy, even when talking, he just has to—”

Neung Hyeong, who had been grumbling, brightened his eyes.

“By the way, what are you looking at?”

“Martial arts secret manuals.”

“What manuals? Where did you get them?”

“I got them from inside my head.”

“Ah? So they’re Moyong Family Estate’s secret manuals?”

Moyong Bi closed the book and wrapped up the bundle again.

“Let me ask you something.”

“What?”

“You know the Black Death Demonic Art, right?”

Neung Hyeong immediately scrunched up his face.

“Why that vulgar demonic art?”

“Vulgar? You demons who cultivated by sucking up corpses scattered across battlefields tormented us so much.”

“Ah, damn! I wanted to burn that thing! Those damn old bastards kept pushing for it, so I had no choice but to approve it!”

“For that excuse, it was too strong.”

“Aesthetic sense is as important as strength.”

“I never felt any aesthetic sense from you though?”

“Were you people even in a position to appreciate my nobility? Damn, even the old bastards didn’t understand.”

“The Black Death Demonic Art has appeared again.”

“What?!”

Neung Hyeong was shocked.

“There’s someone who learned that demonic art? That’s difficult stuff.”

If even the great Neung Hyeong called it difficult, even a considerable genius wouldn’t be able to learn it stably.

“As of midnight yesterday, the Hong Clan Sword Family collapsed.”

Moyong Bi told him everything that had happened today.

Since he had been keeping him informed of all the events he’d experienced, not just today’s events, Neung Hyeong had become well-versed in the surrounding circumstances.

Neung Hyeong’s complexion changed moment by moment.

“They poisoned them and then struck them one by one to experiment with demonic arts?”

“Yes.”

“…They must be quite insane bastards? But anyway, can those guys do that?”

“Why?”

“Anyone with decent insight would definitely be able to see through that it’s a demonic art of the Black Sect. What would that mean? Isn’t it like saying ‘we’re going to cause some trouble in the future too’?”

This was why experience was important.

Sama Hyeon was also of Sima bloodline, so he would be smarter than himself or Neung Hyeong. But he couldn’t immediately read this far.

When someone moves in a certain way, what kind of ripple effect it would have.

The two people who had fought fiercely in top-tier Jianghu organizations could naturally think of such aspects as easily as breathing.

“I didn’t tell Sama Hyeon, but it seems like things might get a bit dangerous.”

“What will?”

“This incident was likely carried out by the same organization as those who eliminated Bang Hyo, who was captured by the Huabei Branch.”

“Of course it would be…”

Suddenly, Neung Hyeong’s eyes changed.

“Back then, who was it that handled the Bi Chang Moon matter? Didn’t you say it was someone from the Jegal Clan?”

He was someone comfortable to talk with in a different sense from Sama Jin Gung.

“Jeong Gal Ryun. The Current Clan Leader’s younger brother.”

“Hmm, a Jegal.”

“Perhaps they’ve already begun their work.”

Neung Hyeong tilted his head.

“Are you close with the Jegal Clan guys? You do seem to get along well enough with those young siblings.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to become close.”

“Aha? You’re going to get some help in growing your family?”

“Apart from that, Sama Jin Gung is using the Jegal Clan to fight underwater battles with the Mu Dang Faction. A proper public opinion war hasn’t erupted yet, but they’ll have a real confrontation soon.”

“If even the Mu Dang Faction is involved, it’ll be interesting in many ways?”

“Interesting and serious.”

“So? Are you going to go give them a taste of your sword?”

“I might have to do some spear work along with the sword.”

“Well, it’s been a while since I’ll get to stretch my body properly. After all, back then you were so flashy… wait?”

Neung Hyeong’s face turned fierce.

“You bastard! If you leave, what am I supposed to do about the Blood Explosion Correction Technique?!”

“That’s why you’re coming too.”

“What?”

“You’re going to do a job with me.”

“…?!”

“If you don’t like it, just die.”

Neung Hyeong’s mouth slowly fell open.

“…Isn’t this guy really crazy? Is a person’s life a joke to you? Huh?!”

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