Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 208

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Chapter 208. Divine Physician’s Seed (3)

“Huh? That’s right?”

Neung Hyeong’s surprised expression immediately turned fierce.

“That damn bastard, don’t tell me…?”

“That’s right.”

“How long has he been watching us?”

Moyong Bi looked at Neung Hyeong as if he was ridiculous.

“What kind of bullshit are you spouting so confidently?”

“What?”

“Are you being narcissistic? Why? Is it because that Go Yeong bastard said something about divine descent?”

“…What are you talking about?”

“If he’s suspicious of anyone, it would be the Hong Clan, not us.”

“Huh?”

“The Hong Clan got destroyed before we left, you birdbrain.”

“What?!”

“Don’t view events so self-centeredly, My Lord.”

As Neung Hyeong made a dumbfounded expression, Moyong Bi continued with a troubled face.

“What I’m curious about is this. The Hong Clan had demons and Mage Scriptures. Since the demon who participated in the Late-Stage Expert competition was discovered, you could say they destroyed the Hong Clan under the pretext of eliminating evidence.”

“At the same time, they might have done it for fun, or as I mentioned before, to test the Black Plague.”

“Right. So there are two questions.”

“Two questions?”

“First, the Ten Swords Gate.”

Moyong Bi looked around the Ten Swords Gate.

“The Hong Clan aside, there were no demons at the Ten Swords Gate. Of course, there might have been people who secretly obtained Mage Scriptures, but if that were really the case, there’s no explanation for why they didn’t annihilate them like the Hong Clan.”

“It is a bit out of the blue. So it might be because of us, or more precisely, because of me.”

“The second is the timing.”

“Timing?”

“The Hong Clan was annihilated three months after the Late-Stage Expert competition ended. If it was because of the demon that appeared at the competition, it would have been proper to destroy the Hong Clan immediately.”

Neung Hyeong shook his head.

“Those bastards poisoned most of the Hong Clan people to death before testing the Black Plague. It means they were fine with rumors of demon appearances spreading. In other words, timing wasn’t important in that regard.”

“I used to think that way too.”

“You think differently now?”

“If they just happened to want to test it, I wonder what other reason there was for it to specifically be the Hong Clan.”

“Well, killing two birds with one stone…”

“They could have tested it in some unknown mountain village, and at the Hong Clan, it would have been much easier to just pick out those who learned demonic arts and destroy them, right?”

As if his head was gradually starting to hurt, Neung Hyeong scratched his head.

“Maybe they wanted to advertise?”

“This way is fine, that way is fine… I won’t rule out the possibility. But both you and I know that’s not normal, right?”

“It’s not ordinary.”

“Moreover, those bastards are moving organizationally. They’re doing this because orders came down from the upper organization. Having an organization means there’s a clear purpose, and ultimately it means there’s rarely meaningless slaughter or massacre.”

Though his head hurt, Neung Hyeong was also a smart person and had the sense to pick out wrong interpretations.

“I don’t know about other things, but regarding meaningless slaughter, we need to look at it from a different perspective.”

“Hmm?”

“Demons sometimes need to vent their bloodlust. Not all of them, but some do.”

Moyong Bi’s eyes turned cold.

“Well, that’s true too.”

They’re called demons because you never know which way they’ll turn. Someone might go crazy over lust, someone might feel ecstasy in murder, and someone else might go mad over food.

In that regard, the Sacred Blood Palace of the past was truly amazing.

They controlled demons who were crazed with desire and even waged wars. For those who knew military science, it was a tongue-wagging incident.

“In any case, massacring the Hong Clan might have had other intentions besides the Black Plague experiment.”

“You mean there’s a reason they massacred them at that specific time, not right after the competition?”

“Right.”

“There seems to be a clear reason for killing that woman called Hwang In Hwa.”

“Plus the vengeful spirit.”

“…Hmm.”

Neung Hyeong, who had been pondering, suddenly brightened up.

“Is this also an experiment?”

Moyong Bi shook his head.

“It’s too meticulous to be an experiment. That spy bastard was stuck there for several years.”

“Ah, so the important thing isn’t the vengeful spirit, but why the spy exists at the Ten Swords Gate?”

“Is your brain finally working now?”

“No, it seems even more blocked?”

When an incident breaks out with some degree of cause and effect revealed, Neung Hyeong shows quicker wit than anyone.

But like this, in situations where there’s little information and unclear causality, he was also terrible at deduction.

So Neung Hyeong admired Moyong Bi.

“Hey, you’re really good at picking out this and that?”

“I haven’t gotten the right answer yet.”

“Still, it’s not easy to trace through things like that in sequence.”

“After being screwed over so much by some bastard-like guys in the past. I had to rack my brains so hard to block and counter before getting hit.”

“…Tsk.”

“Still, I need more time to think.”

“Right now, no matter how much we think, it’s just fantasy. We need information, not thoughts.”

“That’s true too.”

Moyong Bi looked north.

“It’s a bit early, but I guess I’ll have to borrow some strength.”

* * *

Three days later.

Clang clang clang!

Moyong Su Hyang’s sword and saber techniques that swept like a storm were truly admirable.

Moyong Bi smiled.

“Very good.”

“Huff huff! Wh-what is?”

“The linking techniques of your sword and saber are excellent. It’s really not easy to become this skilled in just three days.”

Moyong Su Hyang, who showed the amazing skill of smiling while breathing heavily, readjusted her stance.

“I’m still far from it.”

“No, it’s sufficient.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s stop here for today.”

Disappointment appeared on Moyong Su Hyang’s face.

“I can still do more, so why? Are you busy by any chance?”

“Unless I’m extremely busy, nothing is more important than overseeing your martial arts.”

“Then why?”

“Because this level is just right for now.”

Whoosh!

Moyong Bi spun his spear once and thrust it into the ground.

“Training to the extreme every single day – if only the body could endure it, there would be nothing better. But the human body isn’t steel, and even if it were harder than steel, martial arts isn’t a study learned only through the body.”

Moyong Bi pointed to his own head.

“Since you’ve been training relentlessly and intensely all this time, let’s maintain your condition with moderate physical training for a while and start proper contemplation.”

“Contemplation… so you mean to think more deeply?”

“At least for you right now, I think such a process is necessary. Not for immediate strength before your eyes, but to see further ahead.”

Moyong Su Hyang pouted her lips.

“I did quite a bit of that before Elder Brother left for the Jegal Clan too.”

“Still, trust me and try it. You don’t think I’m doing this because I’m afraid you’ll grow too fast, do you?”

“Hmm.”

Moyong Su Hyang obediently retrieved her sword, then tilted her head at a sudden thought and asked.

“By the way, where did Uncle Neung go? I haven’t seen him for three days.”

“I gave him something to do.”

“Huh? Don’t tell me it’s because of the Ten Swords Gate incident?”

“Something like that.”

“Ah, why! Tell me! I’m one of the trio formed to destroy conspiracies too!”

Moyong Bi was dumbfounded.

“Trio? Destroy conspiracies?”

“That was a demon’s doing, right? Next time there’s something to investigate, I should join in too!”

“You fool, do you know how dangerous this work is?”

“If you don’t take risks, you can’t get stronger quickly.”

“Where did you pick up such words?”

“Hehe, Guo Lao said that.”

Moyong Bi glanced to the side.

Guo Lao, who had been silently looking down at Dark Shadow sprawled out carelessly, smiled bitterly and said.

“Sometimes I tell old stories to the Youngest Miss.”

“What kind of old stories did you tell her?”

“Stories from when I was training.”

Like everyone else, Guo Lao had gritted his teeth and trained to become the best.

But he wasn’t satisfied with just that. Training was just training; he thought experiencing real combat was important to truly develop his skills.

He went out into the harsh world with just a sword and returned after wandering the world for three years.

When Guo Lao returned, he had become a true master.

“Well, there must have been more impressive and instructive stories.”

“Life and experience are lessons themselves.”

“Guo Lao has become quite shameless too.”

“Hehehe.”

Moyong Bi looked down at Dark Shadow.

“Is that guy unconscious by any chance?”

“He is.”

“Why are you just leaving him?”

“I’m checking how quickly he regains consciousness. It’s one of the guards’ training methods. Even Young Master wouldn’t know about it.”

The world is certainly vast.

Moyong Su Hyang sharply interjected.

“Anyway, so I’m going to investigate this incident together with Elder Brother. It’s not like there will be immediate sword fights, but I need to learn these things one by one to become useful, right?”

“You’ve always been useful.”

“I need to become more useful.”

Moyong Bi looked at his youngest sister’s earnest eyes for a moment and chuckled.

“Fine. Since we’ve already dipped our feet in once, it’s not bad to see it through to the end.”

Moyong Su Hyang cheered.

He hadn’t noticed before, but Moyong Su Hyang laughed quite often.

Perhaps she had lost that bright and cheerful nature due to her dark past.

Now that the Moyong Family had regained its vitality, she was truly showing the appearance befitting her age without reservation.

“By the way, where is Ja Dam? I don’t see her today particularly.”

“Ah, Elder Sister Ja Dam?”

“Elder Sister?”

“If she’s older than me, she’s an elder sister.”

“That’s refreshingly simple. So?”

“She’s with Elder Sister Su Jeong right now.”

Both Moyong Bi and Guo Lao were surprised.

“She’s in the Family Head’s Office? Elder Sister wouldn’t have accepted her.”

“No? Elder Sister called her? She said let’s have tea and chat.”

“Huh?”

“It’s been like that since yesterday. They seem to chat for almost an hour each time.”

Moyong Bi looked toward the Family Head’s Office with surprised eyes, then soon nodded.

‘Certainly.’

When he concentrated his energy sense, he caught Ja Dam’s subtle presence.

‘Su Jeong is also working hard.’

Though she said she wouldn’t let go of her anger and hatred toward the Mu Dang Faction, she must have thought it would be rude as a family head to treat a guest poorly.

Furthermore, since it was someone her younger brother brought directly, she was trying to build a relationship while suppressing her anger.

‘Su Jeong is also making efforts as much as Su Hyang, or even more.’

It was a good sight.

Even if it’s difficult and chaotic for now, everyone is living by moving forward step by step like this.

“I understand. Su Hyang, rest and use your head a bit.”

“But that contemplation thing, how exactly do you do it?”

“Is there a method to contemplation? You just think and immerse yourself.”

“…That’s it?”

“If I must tell you, it’s not simply studying martial arts formulas or scriptures, but looking back on the training you’ve accumulated so far or analyzing your own concepts well…”

That’s when it happened.

“Oh my, a family as tiny as mouse droppings with no gatekeeper calling itself my residence.”

Familiar grumbling could be heard from beyond the main gate in the distance.

Whoosh!

Two people immediately leaped over the wall and entered.

Surprisingly, those two were Neung Hyeong and Sama Hyeon.

Moyong Bi’s eyes lit up as he approached the two.

“Welcome.”

Sama Hyeon seriously cupped his fists.

“Let me formally greet you again. Sama Hyeon, leader of Ho Buk Ji Dan, pays respects to the Grand Young Master of the Moyong Family.”

At his introduction, Moyong Su Hyang was startled.

‘Ho, Ho Buk Ji Dan leader?!’

Moyong Bi smiled bitterly and waved his hands.

“Didn’t you come as a guest?”

“Still, I must observe proper etiquette.”

It seemed Sama Jin Gung had told him about his identity.

‘That loose-lipped fellow.’

Well, it couldn’t be helped. He would still keep it secret from the other Sama Clan members.

“Thank you for coming such a long way, but since the matter is what it is, I’d like to hear what you have to say first.”

“I was thinking the same. I’ll tell you right now.”

“Here?”

“Yes, I’ll inform you of some quite serious information first.”

Sama Hyeon’s face was quite tense.

“Recently, five small and medium sects in Hubei have been found completely destroyed.”

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