Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 206

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Chapter 206. Seeds of the Divine (1)

Moyong Su Hyang tilted her head in confusion.

‘Thunder Gate? Ghost Spirit?’

These were words she had never heard before.

Of course, having matured somewhat, she had enough sense to know she shouldn’t interrupt the conversation between the two men, so she maintained her silence.

Moyong Bi tilted his head.

“What’s Ghost Spirit?”

“What? You don’t know?”

“How would I know? I was too busy beating them down.”

Though the conversation thoroughly lacked direct objects, both men understood what the other was talking about.

Neung Hyeong grumbled as he spoke.

“There’s something called Ghost Spirit Traceless Arts.”

“Sounds disgusting.”

“I agree. It’s an evil art from the stage before Jinhuang.”

Moyong Bi’s eyes immediately turned fierce.

“The stage before Jinhuang?”

“You have to properly master Ghost Spirit to enter the Jinhuang stage.”

Jinhuang referred to Jinhuang Fortress.

Even if he didn’t know Ghost Spirit, he couldn’t not know Jinhuang Fortress. With that cursed dark art, Guo Ho Gyun had not only cut down all his comrades but had to abandon his family estate for a long time.

“How were you able to sense that?”

Moyong Su Hyang was startled by her elder brother’s deeply sunken voice.

From his eyes to his voice, this wasn’t the elder brother she usually knew. This was the first time she had seen her elder brother get seriously angry like this.

‘Why?’

Moyong Su Hyang couldn’t understand Guo Ho Gyun’s anguish.

Neung Hyeong spoke with a troubled expression.

“It’s not a matter of martial arts or qi sensitivity. It’s because of soul imprinting.”

“Soul imprinting?”

“You know how dangerous Jinhuang techniques are, right? If someone used that on a boss to control them, that wouldn’t be good, would it?”

Boss referred to the Alliance Leader, meaning Neung Hyeong himself.

Moyong Bi nodded.

“That would be the case.”

“Of course, if one’s training reaches the ultimate level, they can devour even Jinhuang, but there’s always the ‘what if.’ When my martial arts reached a certain level of completion, I learned the one and only method to counter Jinhuang.”

“Imprinted on the soul?”

“It’s a type of mystical art. Since it’s a technique that drives people insane, you have to directly imprint the counter-method on your soul to avoid being affected.”

“To be honest, all your side’s martial arts are disgusting. Mystical arts, evil arts – damn, it’s like a bunch of studies.”

“Hey, don’t curse in front of my younger sister.”

Moyong Su Hyang couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Mister, are you a demon?”

Neung Hyeong pouted sullenly.

“How could I, who learned these sacred and filthy unorthodox martial arts, be a demon?”

“Then why is our elder brother talking about mystical arts and evil arts?”

“Mystical arts are used better by Taoist Priests, and evil arts aren’t only used by demons.”

“Then what exactly are you, mister?”

“…Just a mister, damn it.”

Moyong Su Hyang, who had been quietly glaring at Neung Hyeong, turned her gaze to Moyong Bi.

“Just in case, should I stick him with an acupuncture needle?”

It was half-joking, half-serious.

Stroking his younger sister’s head as if to calm her down, Moyong Bi asked.

“Anyway, you can sense those traces, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. Very faintly though.”

“Good detection ability. Huh? But what about with Guo Lao?”

Though he had completely burned away the traces of Jinhuang Fortress, if it was a technique imprinted on the soul, it seemed like he should be able to detect it, so he asked.

Neung Hyeong let out a bitter smile.

“That’s the really frustrating part.”

“…Don’t tell me you’re going to say it’s different from before because you learned unorthodox martial arts?”

“…”

“Your incompetence is beyond words.”

“Hey! Did I know this would happen?! If anyone should feel wronged, it’s me!”

“Has it weakened, or is it acting up on its own?”

“The latter, damn it.”

“It would be better if it had weakened. If it acts up randomly, it’s useless.”

“…But I sensed it just now.”

His muttering revealed his diminished confidence.

Moyong Bi clicked his tongue and said.

“So, the troublemaker was affected by mystical arts called Ghost Spirit?”

“There’s a high possibility.”

“What’s the difference from Jinhuang?”

“Jinhuang can control the target according to the caster’s will, but Ghost Spirit can’t give detailed commands. Jinhuang can truly be called soul manipulation, while Ghost Spirit is closer to a type of hypnosis.”

“Damn it, if this job goes wrong, you’re going to get beaten to death.”

“Why are you acting up again?!”

“It’s all your fault, you bastard! If you don’t want to get beaten, you better catch whoever used that damn technique!”

Neung Hyeong, who was about to curse back, soon closed his mouth.

‘Damn it.’

He had learned from watching the Mu Dang Faction that one cannot be free from responsibility. He couldn’t bring himself to say he didn’t want to.

Crucially, Ghost Spirit was a technique that even he thought was too dangerous.

If a demon had killed someone, he would have grumbled and gone to catch them, but this incident was something he couldn’t even grumble about.

Hypnosis and soul manipulation were that dangerous.

“Reading the traces means you know where the Ghost Spirit Traceless Arts were performed, right?”

“…That’s right.”

“Follow me.”

Moyong Bi strode toward the main gate of Ten Swords Gate.

The gate guards who had been nervously watching the three people from afar swallowed and asked.

“How may we help you…?”

“Open the gate.”

“Pardon?”

“We don’t have time, so open the gate first. Before I smash it to pieces.”

One of the gate guards frowned.

“I don’t know who you are, but picking a fight…”

Crash!

With an explosive sound, the main gate shattered to pieces.

Horror filled the gate guards’ faces. Before they could even perceive it, an iron spear had shot out.

Moyong Bi swung the spear shaft left and right.

Thwack!

The two men hit in the head collapsed on the spot.

Moyong Su Hyang was flustered.

“I-is this okay?”

“If they had quietly opened it, these two would have gotten tired too.”

Moyong Bi entered Ten Swords Gate without hesitation.

“Who goes there!”

“Intruders!”

Swordsmen rushed in from all directions.

Moyong Bi didn’t bother explaining anything to them.

Thwack thwack thwack!

After knocking out all those swordsmen, Moyong Bi turned to Neung Hyeong and asked.

“Where is it?”

Neung Hyeong cleared his throat. Moyong Bi’s method of ruthlessly beating down the swordsmen felt much more chilling than he had expected.

“Over there.”

“Don’t stay far away, follow right behind me!”

“Ah, stop being so irritable.”

“Shut up, you bastard!”

Shrill!

The sound of a whistle echoed through the air.

Moyong Su Hyang was extremely tense, but the two men remained calm.

“Who, who are… Gasp!”

The elderly man was greatly shocked upon seeing Moyong Bi.

“Moyong Bi?!”

“Move aside.”

“Wh-what is the meaning of this! Breaking in during a period of mourning?!”

“What’s so special about destroying you guys that I’d need to target a mourning period? Stop talking nonsense and move aside.”

“What?!”

Thwack!

Moyong Bi didn’t ask three times.

After sending even an elder flying, he pointed to a building.

“That building?”

“That’s right.”

“The weapon storage, I see. Let’s go.”

“I got it, damn it.”

The three people entered the weapon storage.

They could feel countless people moving outside the building, but Moyong Bi and Neung Hyeong paid them no mind.

Moyong Su Hyang was flustered, but at the same time felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Her elder brother’s terrifying martial arts were so incredible that they could turn the Ten Sword Gate, which once claimed to be the master of Wuhan, into a third-rate sect.

Without any effort whatsoever, he had smashed through everyone blocking their path and entered. She thought it might be going too far, but considering the Ten Sword Gate’s evil deeds, there was no better comeuppance than this.

‘Amazing, so amazing.’

Neung Hyeong pointed at the floor.

“The strongest qi can be felt here. It’s flickering.”

Moyong Bi frowned.

“I don’t feel anything at all.”

“I’m telling you it’s there.”

“You and Su Hyang stay here.”

“Wh-what? Where are you going?”

“Just wait when I tell you to wait.”

Shortly after Moyong Bi went outside the storage.

Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack!

Terrifying sounds of impact penetrated through the storage walls.

The door had almost no gaps due to humidity control, but if such brutal sounds could be heard, he must really be beating them thoroughly.

Moyong Su Hyang asked Neung Hyeong.

“Mister.”

“…Don’t ask questions. My stomach hurts too.”

“Soul Pacification, Ghost Command – I don’t know what those are, but they’re evil martial arts, right?”

Neung Hyeong nodded seriously.

“They’re techniques that would be better off disappearing from this world.”

“Even so, why is Elder Brother so angry?”

“…”

“Don’t you know?”

“I know. But I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

Neung Hyeong pointed at the closed door with his finger.

“Can’t you hear those merciless sounds echoing from outside right now? If I tell you without permission, I’ll obviously end up in the same state, so how can I tell you?”

“Didn’t you say before that our Elder Brother wasn’t even worth a single punch to you?”

“…You don’t know how merciless that bastard becomes when he’s angry.”

“I’m seeing it well enough right now.”

Neung Hyeong let out a bitter laugh.

“That’s nothing compared to what he can do, you fool.”

“Have you seen it?”

“I’ve seen it to the point of being sick of it.”

Moyong Su Hyang’s eyes sharpened.

“How did you see something that even I haven’t seen?”

“Ah, I don’t know! Don’t ask me!”

“Fine, let me ask just one more thing.”

“Stop it!”

“Do you know why demons are suddenly rampaging in Wuhan?”

For a moment, Neung Hyeong hesitated.

“Isn’t it strange? Of course, those wicked bastards could be biding their time and grinding their teeth in resentment, but they appeared right from the Late-Stage Expert tournament, destroyed the Hong Clan Sword Family, and now they’ve even touched the Ten Sword Gate.”

“…”

“If this isn’t happening everywhere across the land, there must be a reason why it has to be Wuhan specifically, right? I have no idea at all.”

“That’s…”

Neung Hyeong clenched his fist tightly.

“I’m curious about that too.”

His face looked extremely troubled.

Moyong Su Hyang, who had been staring at him silently, soon let out a sigh.

“Why do adults have so many secrets?”

“You have plenty of secrets too.”

“What secrets do I have?”

“Would you tell me if I asked about the color of your undergarments?”

Swish.

“What I mean is, everyone has things they don’t need to tell others.”

“If you say something like that one more time, I’ll tell Elder Brother.”

“I won’t, I won’t! Damn it, you won’t even let me explain properly! Then don’t ask!”

“Your explanations are vulgar.”

“Geez, I should watch my words.”

How much time had passed like that?

Creak.

The sound of the storage door opening was truly spine-chilling.

“Phew.”

Having stuck his spear somewhere, Moyong Bi came dragging two people by their necks.

Thud!

After throwing the two onto the floor, Moyong Bi closed the storage door.

Neung Hyeong’s eyes lit up.

“What are these bastards?”

Whoosh!

The fierce finger wind released the paralysis points of both men.

Though the paralysis was released, the terror shadowing their faces did not disappear.

Moyong Bi asked coldly.

“Answer truthfully. One lie equals one tooth pulled out.”

“Yes, yes!”

“The killer’s name is Go Yeong?”

“That’s correct!”

“How many times did that bastard visit the warehouse before causing trouble?”

“He, he visited steadily for about five days before the incident occurred! He came unusually often, so I remember clearly!”

Moyong Bi looked at Neung Hyeong.

Neung Hyeong nodded.

“Once isn’t enough.”

Moyong Bi’s eyes turned back to the two men.

“Who did this Go Yeong meet here?”

“That… I don’t know.”

“…”

“I, it’s really true! Sometimes he would come when no one was around! It’s not a lie!”

Moyong Bi turned his gaze back to Neung Hyeong.

Neung Hyeong spoke fiercely.

“How does it make sense that no one was there? Then what, did he dance by himself here?”

“I also… I also don’t know.”

“If you get caught spitting lies, your wrist flies off, you.”

“It’s really true! Please believe me!”

“If no one was there, then who… huh?”

Neung Hyeong, who suddenly realized something, looked around and asked back.

“Where’s the Warehouse Keeper?”

Moyong Bi’s eyes flashed.

He immediately looked at the small window. The only window attached to the warehouse looked extremely sturdy.

One of the swordsmen said while trembling.

“Two days ago he said he was going down to his hometown…”

Neung Hyeong growled.

“That bastard.”

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