Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 170

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Chapter 170. Parasite (4)

‘Not much has changed.’

After circling the Jegal Family’s inner courtyard once, a large map was drawn in Moyong Bi’s mind.

During his time as Alliance Leader, he had visited the Jegal Family several times.

Back then, there was no reason to memorize which buildings were where in the inner courtyard, but he at least remembered which direction the main buildings were in.

Sweeping through various parts of the inner courtyard wasn’t difficult.

Since the Brain Gate Heart Technique informed him of the demons’ locations, avoiding their eyes was easy. Most importantly, most of the warriors in the inner courtyard had lost consciousness due to some drug called Dream Form Demon Incense or something.

The demons probably thought it was a fairly simple yet reliable method, but they likely didn’t think that infiltrators other than themselves could also gain freedom.

That was understandable.

Logically, it would be hard to imagine there would be intruders who could break through the formation techniques of both the outer and inner courtyards in an instant.

‘As expected.’

From behind the warehouse building, he confirmed that several demons were moving the fallen warriors toward the Thunder Prison.

‘It means they’re only subduing them without killing. From the demons’ perspective, there’s no particular need to do so.’

There was only one answer.

‘It’s maintenance, not annihilation.’

One of the various hypotheses he had been pondering was proving to be fact.

‘Jeogal Myeong…’

No matter how much the demons helped, he absolutely couldn’t pull off something like this alone.

Even if his martial arts had reached the realm of transformation, it would be the same. This was a problem that had nothing to do with martial arts skill.

‘Someone is involved in the middle.’

And Moyong Bi had a pretty good idea of who that person was.

As the demons disappeared from view, he immediately entered a certain building.

This uniquely tall building was reminiscent of a spire.

This was precisely the information storage where the Jegal Family’s important information was kept.

‘Everything has been disabled.’

Usually, buildings like this would have numerous small formation techniques and mechanisms installed. Information documents were the most important managed items for any organization.

But now, all the formation techniques and mechanisms here had been dismantled.

‘This is a building managed by the Shin An Dan. It could easily be disabled by Jeogal Myeong’s orders.’

He went up to the top floor and quickly flipped through the documents piled up here and there.

Various pieces of information were listed. But the truly important information would be stored separately in some secret place.

However, the information here was sufficient for Moyong Bi.

What he was looking at were the movement patterns of the Jegal Family bloodline members.

There was no need to examine movement reports from the past several months. What Moyong Bi wanted was just a few days’ worth.

And he thought it would be fine to call the hypothesis that was gradually proving to be fact a certainty.

Whoosh!

Having achieved his goal, Moyong Bi immediately descended the spire.

‘Seven to the east, twenty-eight to the north, and to the northwest…’

Many.

The northwest direction from the spire was quite far from the inner courtyard, where the Jegal Family’s distinguished guests and scholars gathered.

‘I see.’

The current situation of the Jegal Family, and the martial arts of the passionate young man Jegal Ryun from his Alliance Leader days.

The connecting links were joined.

‘When obsession is severe, you can’t see left and right. That Clan Leader fellow forgot the middle path.’

Now he understood why the Jegal Family had ended up like this.

‘But even if demons had occupied various places without their knowledge, the Jegal Family’s capabilities were never to be taken lightly. They would have had quite a few places to request external help, so it wouldn’t be easy to be defeated like this in just a few years.’

Of course, Moyong Bi could also guess the reason for that.

Because the answer came when he put himself in their position.

‘Family.’

The Brain Gate Heart Technique activated more strongly than before.

Thanks to this, he could recall the evaluation that the former Clan Leader of the Jegal Family had made about his eldest son, the current Clan Leader Jegal Dan.

‘His martial talent is good and his mind isn’t bad either. He’s a sufficient child to entrust with succession. However, the problem is that once he focuses on something, he can’t look after his surroundings. He’s especially weak to emotions. His strong sense of responsibility is good, but I’m worried because he’s been building walls with outsiders since having his own child.’

A person’s character doesn’t change that easily.

Conversely, sometimes it can change drastically due to a single event.

The current Clan Leader Jegal Dan was the former, and the ‘someone’ who had orchestrated this incident from the middle was likely the latter.

‘Well then.’

Moyong Bi took a deep breath.

While secretly sweeping through the inner courtyard, he had recovered his internal energy to some extent. Even though the Three Pure Infinite True Formula was the supreme divine art of Taoism, such recovery power would be difficult – it was thanks to his innately transformed true qi.

‘Shall I enter the source of the problem?’

Swoosh!

Moyong Bi launched his body.

Where he headed was the residence of one of the several people that Jegal Chung Ho, a member of the Jegal Family bloodline, called uncle.

* * *

Boom!

The explosive sound that heated the air was reminiscent of the roar of a majestic mountain king.

With that single strike, four or five demons were sent flying and collapsed.

Those who fell could not rise again.

Hiss.

The corpses began to shrivel rapidly. Their demonic arts had been broken and their vital essence was forcibly released.

‘A master!’

Baek Sa’s eyes wavered.

‘Where did such a master suddenly come from?!’

A strange face where indifference and bitterness coexisted.

His movements matched such a bizarre expression.

The enemy wasn’t fast, and the punches he threw weren’t strong.

Yet all his subordinates were toyed with by those footwork techniques, and not one subordinate could block even one of those punches.

Even Baek Sa himself wasn’t confident he could defeat that unknown master.

“How absurd.”

Neung Hyeong said, brushing off his fists.

“You’ve learned wrong, terribly wrong. Why are you all so clumsy?”

A famous sword, if not held properly, would instead harm its owner or create gaps in the mind.

That’s how Neung Hyeong saw the descendants’ martial arts. They had all learned the demonic arts from the Seongheolgung era, but without exception, they were all clumsy.

Of course, they were only clumsy from Neung Hyeong’s perspective – they were skilled enough to be called first-rate anywhere they went.

‘Though they’d be called third-rate if dragged into a prolonged battle.’

Whooom!

The Heavenly Dragon Emperor Demon Divine Art roared once again.

Was it rejoicing at defeating demons? Neung Hyeong ignored the divine art’s resonance.

“Who are you?”

Clear displeasure had risen on Jeogal Myeong’s face.

“What kind of dog bone bastard are you? Reveal your identity.”

Neung Hyeong didn’t answer his question.

He might have cursed, but this was a guy he didn’t want to exchange a single word with. He was a guy whose vulgarity had reached its peak.

Instead, he pointed at Baek Sa.

“You.”

“…?”

“You’ve learned the Yin Snake Demon Art.”

Baek Sa was startled.

“Who are you?”

It wasn’t quite respectful speech, but he didn’t speak down to him like Jeogal Myeong either.

No, he couldn’t. Baek Sa had felt an inexplicable sense of pressure from the moment Neung Hyeong first appeared.

He couldn’t even guess the identity of that pressure. If he had just a little more time, he would have realized that the pressure came from the insight of a half-immortal who could see through everything.

“You’ve raised your achievements with the Overlapping Technique again in the midst of all this.”

“…!!”

“Don’t you know about the side effects?”

A voice that even carried a sense of melancholy.

Baek Sa suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of anger. It was rage without a known cause.

Piiiiik!

He gathered his fingers and whistled, and a terrifying aura arose from far away. He had called for reinforcements.

‘Damn bastard.’

Neung Hyeong smiled bitterly.

‘Making me have to lay hands on them after all.’

Who could understand this bitterness of having to attack his descendants?

But he hesitated no longer. He had already made his decision, and now he would do his best to ensure this decision didn’t produce half-hearted results.

And he wasn’t feeling only regret about this situation of fighting against his descendants.

Paang!

A speed he had never shown before.

Seeing his opponent approaching rapidly, Baek Sa thrust out both palms.

It was the Yin Snake Ghost Palm.

Kwaang!

The sinister yet destructive palm force of the Yin Snake Ghost Palm crumbled against Neung Hyeong’s White Lotus Diamond Palm.

Baek Sa’s eyes wavered.

‘Crushed?!’

No.

This wasn’t crushing but annihilation. It wasn’t smashed by force, but an exquisite move that applied power to the weak points of the palm force and collapsed it from within.

It was an impossible technique unless one completely understood the energy manipulation arts of the Yin Snake Demonic Art or was a master who had reached the realm of Martial God and could read and counter the flow in an instant.

“You trash bastards!”

Kwaang!

Blood spurted from Baek Sa’s nose and mouth.

He had dodged momentarily, but surprisingly, his opponent’s fist wind had accurately read where he would dodge and attacked half a beat faster.

The shockwave of the fist wind he couldn’t properly block shook his entire body. The penetrating Heavenly Dragon Subduing Demon True Energy was shaking the energy of the Yin Snake Demonic Art from its roots.

“If it were war, I would have tried to understand that you had no choice! Because it’s not a matter of victory or defeat, but life and death!”

Kwakwang!

There was no mercy in the Bodhi Diamond Divine Fist.

He swung the Yin Snake Ghost Palm with both hands that couldn’t even properly gather strength, but Neung Hyeong’s martial arts, which targeted Baek Sa’s openings with divine technique’s counter methods even while enraged, didn’t allow the word ‘confrontation’ itself.

“But where is there any righteousness in this sordid and idiotic behavior! Do you bastards really want to be devoured by demons?!”

Neung Hyeong’s anger was natural.

He had learned demonic arts as a means.

Because he had to win. Furthermore, he thought of the very harm that could be gained from learning demonic arts as a test.

The palace disciples under his command in those days also got angry without exception when someone called them the Demonic Path. Some even called themselves the Demon Lord, but that was merely an expression of will to win even while bearing the yoke of demons, not truly claiming to be demons.

The Sacred Blood Palace washes away impure hearts and sins before the Sacred Fire and worships God.

They had simply made the choice to become demons themselves to spread God’s descent and God’s teachings to the world.

But these bastards were different.

They were running wild to the point where it was questionable whether they were really affiliated with the Sacred Blood Palace or whether they even served God.

This aroused unbearable anger in Neung Hyeong.

Kwang! Perperpeng!

Under the merciless fist and palm strikes, Baek Sa’s body became bloodied in an instant.

All the martial arts of a peak master or higher, now a master on the verge of the Demon Manipulation Realm, were being countered.

“If all of you are living such lives now, I won’t grieve either! No, I’ll gladly drive you from this world with a joyful heart!”

A sense of responsibility that began to sprout little by little while looking at his pathetic descendants.

Making them open their eyes through death. Neung Hyeong realized at this moment what his role was in coming back to the world.

“Kraaaak!”

Baek Sa let out a strange cry and thrust out the Yin Snake Ghost Palm once more.

Neung Hyeong coldly threw a punch.

Thud!

With a dull impact sound, Baek Sa was sent flying far away.

An internal heavy hand technique that struck directly to the chest, this one move ruptured his heart meridian.

Pususu.

The fallen Baek Sa’s body began to shrivel up.

Other descendants were running from far away, but Neung Hyeong paid them no mind.

“I correct myself. I should show mercy to you as well.”

Slowly rotating his fist as he approached Jeogal Myeong, Neung Hyeong’s face harbored terrifying killing intent.

“I’ll strip away your miserable life with my fist. That’s mercy, isn’t it.”

Jeogal Myeong glanced at Baek Sa with transparent eyes and chuckled.

“Yes, you do have some skill.”

“Some skill?”

“But that level of martial arts won’t even come close.”

Hwaaak!

A reddish aura arose from Jeogal Myeong’s body.

“I’ll finish you within five exchanges. I’ll tear off your limbs one by one and hear who’s behind you.”

Neung Hyeong shouted angrily and charged forward.

“Behind me there’s only that Buddha bastard now!”

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