I Prayed for a Murim Reincarnation, But I Was Born as the Youngest Imperial Prince - Chapter 111

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Chapter 111
The very moment the massive serpent forged of purple poison mist lunged toward Seonwu’s freshly arrayed party, Zhuge Jun activated the formation.
The wind blew.
A fierce gale howled.
The swirling winds coalesced into a wall, transforming into a fortress.
Between heaven and earth.
He drew in the Qi of the universe, coordinating and amplifying its flow along the formation formula, finally altering reality through human will.
A ferocious storm erupted, bridging the earth to the high heavens.
The advancing purple venomous snake clashed against the wind, locked in a fierce contest of power.
The poisonous energy strove to pierce the wind.
The wind fought to repel the venom.
“Oh?”
Mandok Mazon smiled leisurely despite the unexpected turn of events.
“Well now, even if it is a mere ten percent of This Seat’s cultivation power, to think you could withstand it. You have deployed a far stronger formation than I anticipated. The name Earth Dragon is not exaggerated in the slightest.”
For one of his age, it was truly magnificent.
Being so outstanding, he must be the pride of his family and the hope of the Orthodox Factions.
“If you perish here today by This Seat’s hand, your father will surely be filled with bitter resentment.”
Not only would he avenge Jinguo Manei, but he would also eradicate a talent that might have grown into a towering tree blocking their future path, so how could he not rejoice?
“I shall get a bit more serious.”
Double Serpent Copulation.
The purple poison mist bloomed even denser as two serpents reared their heads.
Each individual serpent possessed a more concentrated venom than the first, rendering this attack more than twice as powerful.
Across the mountain of death, where nothing more remained to die, the two venomous serpents advanced.
The ground dissolved into sludge, and even the boulders softened.
This was the Poison of Poisons.
The essence of the Heaven-Opposing Ten Thousand Poison Demonic Art cultivated by none other than Mandok Mazon.
Destruction swallowed the divine wind.
Though they bore the shapes of serpents, their fangs were the Poison Qi Manifestation itself.
The Gangqi pierced straight through the divine wind.
However, within the defensive wall of wind lay yet another layer of wind.
A counter-rotating breeze ground down the invading Poison Qi Manifestation.
The Divine Wind Four Symbols Formation had not fallen yet.
“Ho, look at this?”
Mandok Mazon laughed with genuine amusement.
“I underestimated the Earth Dragon far too much. He was already a much bigger catch than rumors suggested. To think I would have to deploy the third form instead of the second to break this.”
Nevertheless, his assessment of the formation was complete.
The third form would shatter it without fail.
“A fine trick. Time to sweep it away.”
The poison mist danced.
What he conjured this time was no serpent.
Three beautiful, exquisite flowers bloomed into existence.
The condensed purple poison mist shifted into a blood-red crimson.
The red poison mist danced, unfolding into the shape of full, lush roses.
Yet those petals were composed of concentrated venom.
Three Poison Blood Flowers.
The venomous energy slammed into the wall of wind.
The roots of the flowers burrowed into the barrier, and as the poison spread, cracks rippled through the domain of the wind.
Erasing the wind and seizing its territory, the flowers bloomed with increasing extravagance.
“You may take pride in this. Reaching a realm that forces This Seat to draw out my third form is not something just any of the Top One Hundred Masters can achieve. Become excellent fertilizer.”
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Mandok Mazon did not shout loudly.
However, because it was imbued with a profound internal energy, his voice, which sounded as though he were speaking normally, crossed the wall of wind and reached Seonwu’s ears.
And Seonwu merely snorted.
“Who said you could?”
It was time for a counterattack from this side as well.
Seonwu spoke to the Demon-Subduing Divine Dragon Sword.
‘Wait just a little longer. Let us strike the moment we draw Mandok Mazon into the formation.’
‘Heh, so it is a decisive finishing blow. Fine, an entrance worthy of this body.’
Seonwu immediately swallowed the Tianlong Pill.
Yaxian drove the final Golden Needle of Life and Death into his Baihui Acupoint.
Ordinarily, it would be a fatal pressure point, but the Golden Needle of Life and Death instead vastly amplified his energy.
The Tianlong Pill melted in an instant, combining with the energy of great nature to become his strength.
In that state, he gripped the Brahma Bell from the West.
‘Mandok Mazon, that strength of yours may be poison, but it is also Demonic Qi.’
Hence, the Heaven-Opposing Ten Thousand Poison Demonic Art.
And to all Demonic Practitioners, this Brahma Bell would be a loathsome, perfectly countered Divine Artifact.
‘The Zhuge Patriarch could only use it to strike down groups of weak demonic monsters, but that was because he did not know the true method to utilize this Divine Artifact.’
It would be different if the Mantra Core engraved upon the bell was properly unleashed through the Peerless Prajna Divine Art.
He channeled the Solar Divine Art.
First, he unleashed a searing Fire Qi that could incinerate poison.
The Taiji Harmony Divine Art gently enveloped, integrated, and amplified this.
The unyielding Vajra Indestructible Divine Art anchored the surging energy, and leading it all, the Peerless Prajna Divine Art sublimated it into the energy of Subduing Demons and Banishing Evil.
He now unleashed this through the Brahma Bell.
Recognizing that these four energies were ultimately one, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.
First Form: One Heart Toward Buddha.
Gong.
A clear, resonant toll carried the energy of the Divine Art.
The four energies, purified through the Brahma Bell, transformed into a single Buddhist Sound of demon-subduing, expanding outward beyond the formation.
Instead of scattering widely, that energy coiled around the intense Demonic Qi, shattering and purifying it.
Even amidst the raging poison and storm, if one simply turned their mind, there was no reason they could not enter Nirvana.
To cast aside the Demonic Way was also to find emptiness.
“What!”
Mandok Mazon, who had been leisurely assuring his victory until a moment ago, altered his expression for the first time.
The Three Poison Blood Flowers failed to fully bloom and withered away.
The very power that had caused so many other lives to wither was now collapsing itself.
A pure Buddhist Sound was violently shaking his Demonic Art.
Though there were countless Sound Arts in the world, how many Sound Arts existed that could sever his Three Poison Blood Flowers?
“This is not Shaolin’s Lion’s Roar…. This bell toll…”
A certain report flashed through Mandok Mazon’s mind.
It was the rumor that the Brahma Bell from the West had appeared when Jinguo Manei was defeated at the Zhuge Clan.
Though its veracity had been unclear, it was said that numerous demonic monsters fell instantly after a majestic bell tolled.
Because of that, people wondered if the legendary Brahma Bell from the West had reemerged.
He looked at the young martial artist ringing the bell inside the formation.
Astonishingly, the internal force erupting from him was at the Transcendence Realm, and could even be considered among the upper ranks of the Top One Hundred Masters.
Judging by his features, he was unmistakably the Chivalrous Dragon whose drawing he had received.
Contrary to the rumors labeling him as merely at the Peak Realm, an immensely powerful and imperiously flowing Qi moved with him at the center.
Furthermore, it was incredibly pure and majestic…
“…It is the Peerless Prajna Divine Art!”
Currently, the object of greatest fear and hatred for Demonic Practitioners would be the Imperial Family’s Tianlong Dadi.
But if one limited the scope to the Wulin?
It was naturally Shaolin, their nemesis of over a thousand years.
And the Peerless Prajna Divine Art was the absolute worst enemy, one that anyone on the level of the Eight Great Demonic Venerables could not fail to recognize.
The Brahma Bell from the West carrying the Peerless Prajna Divine Art?
“Haha, hahahahahahat!”
Despite the shattering of his Three Poison Blood Flowers, he instead burst into hearty laughter once more.
“Yaxian was never the real issue!”
A candidate for the future Number One Under Heaven, raised in secret by Shaolin, wielding the Brahma Bell from the West.
‘Fist Dragon was not Shaolin’s true successor!’
The Chivalrous Dragon.
This brat was the real deal.
On top of that, he possessed the Brahma Bell from the West?
If he could seize that detestable Dharma Treasure today and destroy it down the line…
“Capturing Yaxian matters little. Letting him go matters little. However, you brat shall die by my hand today.”
“We will have to see who dies once we clash.”
Beside Seonwu, who boldly shot back, Yaxian grew tense and channeled his internal force to its absolute limit as well.
‘Though he managed to shatter Mandok Mazon’s technique, there is no way that was the Great Archdevil’s ten tenths cultivation power.’
The terrifying part was that Yaxian lacked the confidence that he could have withstood that poison flower on his own, even though it was clearly unleashed as a casual probe.
The chasm between him and Mandok Mazon was vast.
‘The only one to rely on is this young friend, the Chivalrous Dragon!’
Even so, if he did his utmost, he would surely be of some help.
The Vitality Restoring Poison Medical Art was, after all, the ultimate counter to poison techniques.
‘I can at least assist for a strike or two. Beyond that… I can only truly trust the Imperial Family’s secret weapon.’
Mandok Mazon discarded any lingering thoughts of underestimating his enemies.
‘The Brahma Bell from the West and the Peerless Prajna Divine Art. On top of that, Yaxian and the Zhuge formation cannot be ignored either.’
Individually, he could easily crush someone like Yaxian.
The Zhuge formation would also have shattered under his third form.
But if those two elements were assisting the Chivalrous Dragon, it was no longer a trivial matter.
‘There is no way This Seat will lose, but I must do my best.’
He glanced at the Three Talent Poison Humans guarding him.
“Ilho, Iho, Samho.”
“Yes, Venerable One.”
“I shall deal with the Chivalrous Dragon and Yaxian. When I unleash my ultimate move, that formation will instantly weaken significantly. I will open a path, so you three will strike the Earth Dragon of Zhuge, who controls the axis of the formation at that moment.”
“We receive your command.”
“Jian Long appears to be by Earth Dragon’s side, so you will have to face them together. With the three of you, it should be well within your capability.”
All three were Poison Humans who had attained the Peak Realm.
‘Jian Long is widely rumored to contend for the top spot among the rising stars, so he won’t be an ordinary Peak Realm practitioner, but still.’
Could they possibly lose a three-on-one fight?
“Leave it to us.”
“Very well.”
Mandok Mazon surged his ten tenths cultivation power.
The poison mist grew incredibly dense, obscuring all sight.
It reached a density where nothing would be visible unless one was a master with exceptional visual acuity.
Watching this, Seonwu also intuitively sensed that the Mazon was about to unleash an ultimate move of maximum power.
In this situation, there were two choices.
Disrupt it before he could use it.
Or prepare an equivalent ultimate move to neutralize it.
Piercing through the domain of poison to disrupt him was difficult.
Making a prompt decision, Seonwu also summoned all his cultivation power and poured it into the Brahma Bell from the West.
The energy of the spiritual medicine drawn out by the Golden Needle of Life and Death intertwined to amplify him.
The colors of the poison mist shifted multifariously.
Red, black, yellow, green, blue.
The five colors entangled, flashing dangerously and dazzlingly.
The venomous energies, each harboring a distinct form of death, merged and divided as they prepared for annihilation.
Nine Dragons Destroying the World.
The poison mist reared up, transforming into a nine-headed dragon.
The heavens, terrified of that venomous energy, shrouded themselves in dark clouds and averted their gaze.
The sun lost its brilliance and hid behind the clouds.
‘Demon-Subduing Divine Dragon Sword, I’m counting on you.’
‘Leave it to me.’
The sword soared into the air on its own, cloaked in Sword Gang.
Enveloped in a Gangqi that contained the starlight, it let out a dragon roar, vowing to slice away the incoming poison qi manifestation.
Yaxian likewise gathered his channeled cultivation power into both hands.
While his skill in subtly contesting martial forms might be closer to the bottom tier of the Top One Hundred Masters, he possessed at least one ultimate strike when it came to purely unleashing raw power.
Here, Seonwu too concentrated his gathered energy into the Brahma Bell from the West, preparing his ultimate move.
Zhuge Jun also instantly calculated the possibilities that would unfold in this single clash.
First, if their strength was insufficient and they were wiped out in one fell swoop.
In that case, they would all simply go to the underworld together.
If it turned out like that, there was no need to worry. They would just die, so what else could be done?
He merely hoped it wouldn’t be the case.
Second, their strength completely overwhelms the opponent, subduing them instead.
In this case, it was a victory without any need for concern.
However, he figured it wouldn’t be easy.
Then, the third case.
Their respective powers clash evenly.
“If the two forces collide violently, the Divine Wind Four Symbols Formation will open for an instant, and I expect the Mazon’s guards will aim for that gap to charge in here.”
“You want me to block them.”
“Yes, this place is, so to speak, the eye of the storm. It is the center of the formation, so this spot alone is not protected by it. Once the enemy enters… I’m relying entirely on you.”
“…Trust me.”
Dan Suyeong glared with his eyes but gave the opposite answer.
“I mean, can I really trust you?”
“The Senior Brother’s chances of victory depend on how well you perform, so do you think I would slacking off?”
“That makes sense.”
Jun closed his fan, acknowledging the point.
“My life also depends on you, so please take good care of me. To receive the protection of Jian Long, well now, it’s quite an honor.”
“…….”
Dan Suyeong gnashed his teeth.
‘Damn it, to think I have to protect this obnoxious bastard with everything I’ve got.’
But an order was an order.
Furthermore, it was an order with a very clear reason.
‘It is obvious that this guy’s formation will be helpful to my liege in facing the Mazon. On the other hand, even if I stay by his side, it would be difficult for me to directly intervene in that fight.’
With his current cultivation realm, he would only drag him down.
Therefore, the command to guard Jun’s side so he could focus on operating the formation, and to handle any miscellaneous demonic creatures on his own, was entirely rational.
It just ruined his mood.
Having to protect an irreverent bastard who casually threw around his liege’s name.
Even if that name was a pseudonym.
‘But my liege’s command is what matters, not my mood.’
In the worst-case scenario, even if he had to resort to mutual destruction with the demonic practitioners, he would ensure this slacker survived.
That way, the fellow could continue to control the formation and support his liege in facing the Mazon.
Just when would the day come when that guy learned his liege’s true identity and lost his mind in shock?
That day needed to come quickly so he could badger him to his heart’s content.
As expected, he should survive instead of choosing mutual destruction.
‘It would be too frustrating to die without seeing that day.’
Harboring a distant expectation, Dan Suyeong gripped his sword.
“I will guard you flawlessly. You make sure to properly operate the formation supporting Senior Brother as well.”
“Of course. This is a fight where everything fails if even one person doesn’t do their part, isn’t it?”
Jun gently fanned himself once more.
‘Hmm, it’s a bit petty, but teasing this friend is surprisingly fun.’
His conscience pricked him slightly, but it wasn’t as if he was causing any genuinely malicious harm.
It was just amusing to see that indignant look, which came from not knowing that he already knew Seonwu’s true identity.
‘I should pretend to be clueless until the very end.’
At any rate, it was now time to concentrate on the formation.
‘Whew, the Divine Wind Four Symbols Formation will only shave off a bit of that immense power, and the rest is up to Seonwu.’
This was actually his first time operating this formation in a real battle.
And of all things, the opponent for this practical test had to be one of the Eight Dark Devils.
It was terrifying.
Though he was teasing Dan Suyeong while feigning composure, he was honestly terrified.
‘Even if that idiot Seonwu is a total wuxia fan, fighting for real instead of watching through a screen must be terrifying for him too.’
He merely hoped they could all gather and laugh again once everything was over.

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