Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 265

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Chapter 265. The Great Demon’s Immortality (5)
Moyong Bi left the Alliance Leader’s Residence and wandered near the Inner City rather than returning to his quarters.
There was no particular reason—he simply wanted to take a walk.
‘The night sky is beautiful.’
It was a sky where even a single cloud was difficult to find.
The moon shone brightly, and the stars glimmered with mystery.
The Sealed Demon Divine Spear resting on his shoulder seemed to cry out on its own. In the quiet night, with no one around, it appeared eager to stretch itself.
‘The situation has become far too complicated in such a short time.’
It had been quite a while since he’d been entangled in factional strife like this.
Perhaps that was why, despite only a few days passing, he felt a strange weariness.
When he had resolved to revive the family, he’d been so consumed with urgency that he hadn’t even noticed his own exhaustion.
‘Still, I must persevere.’
Moyong Bi reflected on the present moment.
His purpose had always been clear: to revive the family, to dispel the unjust shadow cast over the Moyong Clan, and to restore them to their former glory as the proud Moyong Noble Family.
But to achieve that, there was much work to be done.
‘The business in Wuhan should be expanding well. Su Jeong is clever, but with Seok Woong there, there’s nothing to worry about.’
Seok Woong, who had escaped the despair of his past and begun to display his talents as a genius once more. As long as he remained, I had no concerns about the family’s business or administrative matters.
The only thing that gave me pause was military strength….
‘That should be fine too.’
Guo Lao alone was reliable, and there was also Neung Hyeong.
‘By now, he’s probably shouting his lungs out and driving the disciples like madmen.’
The feeling was peculiar.
‘To think I’d come to smile remembering that bastard’s face.’
This was why people say you never know how life will turn out.
‘I miss them.’
Perhaps it was because it was nearly dawn.
I missed the family in Wuhan.
The person I missed most was, of course, Su Jeong.
‘She must be training hard by now.’
Guo Lao would be watching over her well, and Su Jeong was not one to lack effort, so by now she might have even stably integrated the Honyuan Martial Arts into her body.
Moreover, the faces of Seok Woong, Guo Lao, and Neung Hyeong, as well as each member of the Fire Sword Group, came to mind in succession.
‘It feels as though we’ve spent over a decade together, though it’s only been a few months.’
Moyong Bi’s eyes, which had been gazing wistfully into the empty air, suddenly grew cold and sharp.
‘The Ho Yeon Clan.’
Even the faces of enemies he’d never met came to mind.
‘It’s still difficult to comprehend.’
Why had they specifically targeted the Moyong Noble Family?
‘They must have had some connection to the Demon. But were they truly subordinate to it?’
Strangely, that didn’t feel right.
In fact, even upon cold analysis, it made no sense. If the Ho Yeon Clan had truly been a demon’s den, there would have been some sign of activity back then.
They had moved after his death, and having prepared for a very long time, they thoroughly dismantled the Moyong Family.
‘I don’t know what their true purpose is, but if they’re extending their claws into the Martial Alliance to seize power, we’ll inevitably meet soon.’
They would have already heard that he was with the Alliance Leader.
They would react first, no matter what form it took.
‘How intriguing.’
Killing Intent naturally arose within him.
An intense Killing Intent that didn’t spread outward—something only he himself could feel.
‘If just one proper opponent gets caught, I’ll strip away flesh piece by piece and expose your true nature to all under Heaven.’
Wooong.
The Sealed Demon Divine Spear let out a slightly stronger cry.
Moyong Bi, who had calmed it by tapping the spear shaft with his fingers, settled his buttocks onto a small rock placed nearby.
‘Now that I think about it.’
A wistful expression crossed his face as he smiled and surveyed his surroundings.
‘It’s truly vast.’
He had known the Martial Alliance was vast even in the old days, but he had been so busy with Alliance Leader duties that he had never calmly observed the surroundings like this.
Looking around from the path that led to the small wild mountains, he could see torches flickering at various distant points where Warriors were standing guard duty.
‘A small nation, indeed.’
The Martial Alliance operated by its own laws, but at the same time, there were countless people who had not learned Martial Arts.
They earned money by conducting business or being hired as Laborers within the Martial Alliance. Considering such things, it was not strange to think of the Martial Alliance as a small nation.
‘It’s certainly different from before. Back then, during wartime, neither the Inner City nor the Outer City felt this peaceful.’
That was precisely why it was more dangerous.
True threats don’t strike when everyone is vigilant—they arrive when everyone has let their guard down.
‘But that’s strange.’
Moyong Bi found himself frowning without realizing it.
‘Sleep somehow won’t come.’
Typically, such a state meant one of two things.
‘Advancement in Martial Arts.’
His Infinite True Qi had developed, and the foundation for learning the Forbidden Demon Formula had been established.
This was a change that occurred as the Brain Gate Heart Technique entered this stage. It was unfamiliar because it was a different form of advancement than before, but it was both joyful and worrisome because it was a process of creating his own path.
‘The Infinite True Qi is blending perfectly with the Brain Gate True Energy without any collision. This is impossible at this realm.’
As a result, his spirit had awakened.
As the upper Dantian expanded and the density of True Energy increased, his eyes grew brighter and his other five senses became more acute.
Because his mind remained constantly clear, sleep did not come easily. That was the first reason.
‘This state is not good.’
Even Masters are human. Humans must necessarily sleep.
Of course, as one’s realm rises and the density of Qi increases, the body naturally begins to adapt to that density, and sleep naturally decreases. That is certainly a normal change.
However, if the spirit awakened before the body could adapt to the changed Qi, if sleep time was greatly reduced as a result, then this was clearly a burden on the body.
Sleep must be taken, even deliberately. If not, at least Meditation should be practiced.
‘But that aside….’
The awakening of the spirit due to advancement in Martial Arts. That was the first reason sleep would not come.
Then what is the second reason?
Whoooosh.
The wind that swept in brushed past the nape of my neck.
Rather than coolness, I felt a sharp edge. Against my will, goosebumps rose along the nape of my neck.
‘….’
Moyong Bi, who had been glaring forward with cold eyes, soon smiled.
‘A warning from the Brain Gate Heart Technique.’
Though it varied from person to person, when the upper Dantian developed to an extreme degree, an ability close to premonition emerged.
That premonition also developed in the aspects each individual considered important. For some, weather could be crucial; for others, it might be affection or worry toward a specific person.
There existed merchants who sensed that a guest with an innocent appearance was actually a murderer, and extraordinary blacksmiths who could read the moment their friends or brothers faced great calamity. All of them were people with developed upper Dantians, whether they knew it or not.
Then what of Moyong Bi?
‘Killing Intent….’
Rising slowly from his seat, I gazed up toward the summit of the wild mountain.
Whoosh.
Unfolding the White Deer Riding Wind, I ascended to the summit in an instant, speaking in a calm voice.
“There were times when my mood would sour. I thought perhaps my worries had accumulated unknowingly because the matters I undertook were so vast, but that wasn’t it.”
Woom! Woom!
The Sealed Horse Divine Spear cried out once more.
The spear’s cry felt different from before.
‘Indeed, a Divine Weapon and Strange Artifact.’
The Sealed Horse Divine Spear had known. That an incomprehensible threat was approaching.
Moyong Bi removed the Sealed Horse Divine Spear from my shoulder.
“Your stealth technique is remarkable, but you lack the scent of an assassin. I don’t sense the sinister nature unique to assassins.”
From the calm voice, violence gradually awakened.
“Come out now. I don’t much care for muttering alone on a moonlit night.”
Rustle.
Before long, a shadow revealed itself from behind a massive tree across from Moyong Bi.
Moyong Bi’s eyes flashed.
‘A powerful one.’
Moreover, it was not just one.
‘Comparable to Jong Mu Seok. But that flawless aura….’
One brimming with real combat experience. I could tell at a glance.
Furthermore, behind him, massive men clad in night garments on both sides were no ordinary fighters either.
“Grrrrr.”
Mixed with their natural breathing came a sound resembling the cry of a wild beast.
Their backs were hunched, and their unusually long arms extended down below their knees. Matching their massive frames, the drooping arms were packed with tremendous muscle.
“Northern Martial Dragon Moyong Bi… so we meet like this.”
The man standing in the center wore a bizarre mask.
A mask evoking the image of a skull. The hollow eye sockets were deep and dark as an abyss.
Moyong Bi’s eyes deepened.
‘Eyes closed?’
The atmosphere felt distinctly ominous.
“You speak well. Haven’t you been watching me for quite some time?”
“How did you know?”
His voice carried not the slightest hint of tension.
No tension, yet Killing Intent overflowed in abundance. Beneath that languid demeanor lay an intensity of emotion—closer to revulsion than rage or hatred.
Moyong Bi spoke in a flat tone.
“You’ve been reeking of yourself everywhere you go. I didn’t notice at first, but gradually it began to irritate me.”
“….”
“I thought you’d never reveal yourself if you just pretended ignorance and lingered in crowded places. So I came up here myself to meet you.”
“Your magnanimity is impressive.”
“Your magnanimity surpasses ours. Following someone around the Martial Alliance, in the Inner City no less, while deliberating when to strike at the Alliance Leader’s direct subordinate—that’s no ordinary feat, is it?”
“Do you know who we are?”
“Insects.”
“…?”
“Bothersome insects that pester people, aren’t you? Like mosquitoes that buzz around your ears on a midsummer night when you swat them. That’s exactly what you lot are doing.”
Whoosh.
A thick wave of Killing Intent erupted from the Skull Mask Assassin’s body.
Though he seemed to be releasing it in excitement, the Killing Intent itself was extraordinarily refined. This was clearly someone who had lived his entire life controlling his Killing Intent through immense training.
“Your skill with words rivals even the Ten Supremes.”
“My mouth alone isn’t worth boasting about.”
Crack, crack.
A sinister sound echoed from the Skull Mask Assassin’s hands.
The sound of his fingers writhing.
‘Hm?’
Moyong Bi’s eyes flashed.
‘His fingernails?’
His nails, which had been perfectly normal moments before, suddenly elongated into sharp points.
The Skull Mask Assassin spoke coldly.
“Any last words?”
“Don’t steal my question.”
“Don’t feel too wronged. After I kill you, I’ll soon send your bloodline to join you….”
Crash!
Furrows formed beneath the Skull Mask Assassin’s feet.
Moyong Bi had already lunged forward, thrusting his Spear. Had the Skull Mask Assassin not seized the Spear shaft with both hands, that single strike would have bored a hole through his skull.
A vicious smile spread across Moyong Bi’s face.
“Did you think I’d lose my composure and grow violent when you threatened my bloodline?”
“….”
“Correct. I’m the kind of man who finds it difficult to remain calm when dealing with those who threaten my bloodline.”
The hand gripping the Spear twisted slightly.
In that instant, the Skull Mask Assassin’s hands fell away without his own volition.
Whoooosh!
Around the terrifyingly spinning Bone Demon Divine Spear, pure white True Energy began to radiate outward.
“When you were young, did you ever catch flying insects and pluck off their wings and legs?”
Whoooosh!
As the rotation intensified, the radiating True Energy rapidly converged.
The Skull Mask Assassin shouted tersely.
“Seize him.”
Thud!
The two burly men who had remained silent until then lunged toward Moyong Bi.
Moyong Bi laughed palely, wielding his spear.
“How thoughtful. You’re about to give me the experience of becoming an insect with all six legs and wings plucked clean.”

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