I Prayed for a Murim Reincarnation, But I Was Born as the Youngest Imperial Prince - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114
A black sphere dropped where Mandok Mazon had just vanished.
Seonwu suppressed his lingering excitement and examined it.
“Huh? What’s this?”
Even at a glance, it was unclear if it was the Mazon’s core or something else, but the bead radiated a truly potent mix of Demonic Qi and Poison Qi.
In that exact moment, the surrounding space began to shimmer.
It looked as though a small Demon Gate was about to crack open.
‘Is it trying to escape?’
It seemed dangerous, but Seonwu could not let it return to the Demon Realm beyond the gate, so he quickly grabbed the core.
The core squirmed, slipping from his grasp as it lunged toward the tiny, freshly opened fissure.
Seonwu pulled it back with all his might.
Just as it felt like he might lose his grip, his Yeouiju suddenly generated a massive, overwhelming suction.
‘Whoa, wait!’
He had caught it, but he had never intended to absorb it into his own body.
Yet before Seonwu could make a conscious decision, the core vanished inside him.
It embedded itself directly within the Yeouiju.
‘Is this really okay?!’
Seonwu flinched as he recalled a tale of a certain prince who, after finally defeating a demon king, embedded a black stone harboring the demon king’s soul into his own forehead, only to become the demon king’s host all over again.
Fortunately, the black core within the Yeouiju remained suppressed by his other energies and did not run rampant.
‘Whew, it seems fine for now.’
Besides, unlike that prince, he did not have to agonizingly suffer alone.
Did he not have his Imperial Father, also known as Tianlong Dadi?
Once he explained the situation, showed it to him, and received a diagnosis, a precise judgment and solution would surely follow.
Since it was contained enough that it wouldn’t trigger a catastrophe immediately, he didn’t need to worry excessively.
‘More importantly, I actually took down a Mazon, didn’t I? I really defeated one of the eight.’
Mandok Mazon.
Though he didn’t know his exact rank among the Eight Great Demon Sovereigns of the Shadows, what remained certain was that even the lowest eighth rank was still a master of the Ultimate Demonic Realm.
‘I had a bit of help, but I spearheaded the victory!’
“Bloopers, hahahaha! I actually did it!”
Seonwu shouted in sheer exhilaration, laughing with a touch of boyish innocence.
Watching this, Yaxian Gal U-ryang fell deep into thought.
During the clash with Mandok Mazon, survival had been too urgent to allow for deeper reflection.
But now that the rush of victory and survival had subsided, this battle struck him as utterly bizarre.
‘If one of the Ten Supreme Venerables had clashed with Mandok Mazon in a Life-or-Life Duel and triumphed, I would accept it as natural.’
That would be a cause for admiration, not pure astonishment.
Yet the Chivalrous Dragon had won.
‘No matter how extraordinary a young master from the Eunhak Sect might be, achieving this at his age is simply…’
Of been sure, they had fought together.
And he had witnessed exactly what had been brought to bear in that clash.
‘Just how many peerless Divine Weapons appeared?’
The Demon-Subduing Divine Dragon Sword.
The Golden Needles of Life and Death.
The Brahma Bell from the West.
The As-You-Wish Treasure Clothing.
On top of that, wasn’t that divine aura constantly purging the Poison Qi none other than the legendary World-Saving Medicine and Poison Horn?
It evoked the sacred relic of Shennong, the Flame Emperor, who is a myth among physicians.
‘Though it wasn’t visible, he must have it on his person. Even if it isn’t that specific item, he definitely possesses another Divine Artifact capable of suppressing all toxins to rival it. Furthermore, a Tianlong Pill was produced without a second thought.’
Each one of these treasures was something even a prominent Righteous Sect would struggle to possess, let alone a ruined sect.
Some were mere names left in legends, while others had vanished entirely during the chaotic fall of the previous dynasty.
Some were even rumored to have entered the Imperial Court.
And every single one had appeared here.
Gal U-ryang and the Chivalrous Dragon alone could never have defeated Mandok Mazon.
The Earth Dragon Zhuge Jun’s formation had assisted, but it still wasn’t enough.
They had only managed the subjugation because they launched a Joint Attack utilizing the combined power of all these Divine Artifacts.
‘The only person who could possibly hold all of these…’
A sudden realization struck the White-Robed Yaxian.
This was impossible even for the next Commander raised by the Yuelongwei.
The only entity capable of harboring all this was a true dragon.
He bowed deeply toward Seon영.
The name Seon영 was undoubtedly a pseudonym.
And there was one royal figure whose name contained the character Seon.
The twenty-year-old youngest prince, who was reportedly in Secluded Cultivation.
The one whom absolutely no one had seen in recent years.
“Gal U-ryang, a humble rustic of the Wulin, pays his respects to Your Noble Highness. Chanse, Chanse, Chanchanse.”
Seonwu flashed a wry smile.
“You figured it out?”
Faced with Seonwu’s lack of denial, Gal U-ryang lowered his head even closer to the ground.
“It is rare enough for anyone to reach the Transcendence Realm at the capping age, so who else could possibly possess all these Divine Artifacts?”
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t show any signs of this in front of the Earth Dragon. I enjoy interacting casually with that friend. If your slip of the tongue causes him to notice my true identity, I will be extremely displeased.”
“I shall exercise the utmost caution, Your Highness.”
Gal U-ryang bowed his head even deeper.
Yet, a sliver of doubt crossed his mind.
‘The Earth Dragon of the Zhuge Clan doesn’t know His Highness’s identity, which even I managed to deduce?’
A rising star put forward by a family world-renowned for its brilliant intellect?
‘Is he a single-minded genius who excels only at formations but lacks any social awareness?’
He hadn’t seemed that way.
Conversing with him on the way here, his personality seemed rather well-suited for navigating social dynamics.
Though Yaxian found it strange, how could he dare question the explicit instructions of King Wuryong?
Raising a suspicion like ‘Doesn’t the Earth Dragon actually know already?’ was a gamble to be made when one could handle the fallout, not out of mere curiosity.
“So, please rise. I dread to think what that friend might say if he sees you groveling like this.”
“I am deeply honored by your grace.”
“Watch your language first, Elder. If Yaxian uses such formal speech with me, it places quite a burden on a young Chivalrous Dragon, you know?”
Yaxian stole a glance at Seonwu’s beaming face.
Ordinarily, merely looking upon the imperial countenance without permission constituted sacrilege, but Yaxian was no stubborn fool incapable of reading the room.
“Ahem, the treasures of the Eunhak Sect are truly vast, and your martial arts are so profound that you managed to defeat Mandok Mazon. This is an immense blessing for the Wulin.”
“Indeed. It is quite a feat, but… well, there’s a lot I want to keep hidden, yet I exposed far too much. How should we handle the aftermath? Let’s discuss it together once the Earth Dragon and the Sword Dragon return.”
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Sensing that the battle had concluded, Jun and Absolute Shadow returned to Seonwu.
“Wow, we won? We really pulled it off, didn’t we?”
Even Jun couldn’t help but bounce around in excitement this time.
‘My god, although Seonwu did the heavy lifting, I actually played a part in subjugating Mandok Mazon!’
This achievement alone was practically enough to solidify his position as the next family successor.
Unless his rival brother managed something equivalent in the future, that is.
‘How on earth did he do it, though?’
It was deeply regrettable that he had been too busy controlling the formation to witness the duel between Seonwu and the Mazon first-hand.
He had continuously manipulated the formation to bolster Seonwu’s pure energy and suppress the Mazon’s toxic demonic aura, but he hadn’t watched it vividly with his own eyes.
While he could roughly grasp the flow of the battle indirectly, it was still a shame not to have observed it directly.
“Yeah, we did it. Hehe, how on earth should we brag about this?”
Seonwu let out a soft chuckle before turning his gaze to Absolute Shadow.
“You did well too.”
“Not at all, Senior. My contribution was a mere speck of dust; the glory belongs entirely to you.”
[By the way, Yaxian figured out my identity, but I made sure to silence him. Make sure you don’t give anything away to Jun either.]
At Seonwu’s command via Sound Transmission, Absolute Shadow swallowed his frustration.
‘Ugh, if only that punk knew Your Highness’s identity, I could properly whip him into shape without reservation!’
How could someone hailed as the Earth Dragon be so utterly oblivious?
Even Yaxian had figured it out!
‘Considering what Your Highness achieved today, it’s only natural for Yaxian to notice. So why is that Earth Dragon—or should I say earthworm—completely in the dark!’
Absolute Shadow never imagined that Zhuge Jun might actually know everything and was simply acting shamelessly.
In his worldview, it was absolutely unthinkable for a king to tolerate a mere Wulin martial artist acting companionable while fully aware of the royal identity.
Seonwu felt a bit apologetic toward Absolute Shadow, but he had no choice.
‘I want to remain comfortable around Jun.’
If Absolute Shadow glared with burning eyes, demanding proper etiquette.
Or if other officials rose up like a swarm of hornets to impeach Jun for his rudeness later on once his identity leaked, what would he do?
He had to protect the ultimate shield of ignorance.
Seonwu quickly shifted the topic.
“The Eight Dark Devils have long been a massive plague upon the populace. Today is truly a joyous day.”
Demonic Monsters violating the borders were certainly a major concern.
However, Demonic Practitioners operating inside the borders posed an equally severe threat.
The Eight Dark Devils were the absolute worst among them.
Having eliminated one of them, he certainly had earned the right to be proud.
“We are genuinely delighted to have eliminated one of them thanks to Yaxian,” Jun chimed in.
“Tut-tut, what did I even do? You youths did everything; I merely lent a small hand.”
Yaxian genuinely meant those words, free of empty flattery.
His assistance had been minimal at best.
In reality, King Wuryong had orchestrated nearly the entire victory.
“No, that’s not true. Jun’s formation was vital, and Absolute Shadow worked tirelessly as well. Though I suppose I did do quite a bit… but Elder Yaxian definitely contributed the most, right?”
Yaxian had lived far too long not to catch the hidden command beneath those polite words: they needed to frame the story this way.
“Ahem, now that I reflect on it, it does feel as though I did the most heavy lifting.”
The Demon-Subduing Divine Dragon Sword chimed in inside Seonwu’s mind.
[Hey, let’s keep it real! The Divine Artifacts, including myself, did the most work.]
[Quiet, now. Who’s denying that? But utilizing the Divine Artifacts is ultimately a testament to my ability to mobilize them.]
[Now that is a blatant steal of credit!]
[Come on, do you really think I don’t appreciate your efforts? I’ll make sure to write a detailed report to Imperial Father later about how helpful you were. It’s just that your existence is a trump card, you see.]
[Hmph, well, fine. This grand entity is indeed the ultimate trump card.]
After placating the Divine Dragon Sword, Seonwu continued aloud.
“We’d prefer to keep the treasures of the Eunhak Sect hidden from the world for now, so you’ll keep this a secret, right?”
When Imperial Royalty asks you to act like you saw nothing, very few individuals would dare scream that they actually did.
“Naturally, I saw absolutely nothing. However, explaining the defeat of one of the Eight Great Demonic Venerables with just what’s visible on the surface will be difficult. Can we truly conceal the fall of Mandok Mazon?”
If they forced it, it could be kept under wraps for a short while.
Yet even if the rest of the world remained ignorant, the Demonic Practitioners would know.
If Mandok Mazon went after Yaxian and never returned, they could easily deduce what transpired.
If they couldn’t hide it from the enemy, hiding it from the rest of the Wulin would mean missing a major opportunity to catch the foes off guard.
“Which is why we must inflate the role of the formation.”
Seonwu still had no desire to reveal his identity.
‘To do that, I must completely conceal the Divine Artifacts I carry.’
Honestly, if he traveled around with such a dazzling array of Divine Artifacts, anyone—not just Yaxian—would guess his true lineage.
But simply claiming that Yaxian and three Rising Stars of the Three Dragons defeated Mandok Mazon through a Joint Attack defied all logic.
Jun caught on and sent a Sound Transmission to Seonwu.
[Hey, judging by the looks of it, you must have flashed more than a couple of Divine Artifacts. What’s the plan now? I couldn’t see them clearly from afar, but I felt some incredible auras. Yaxian must have seen them directly, right?]
[What else? We keep it a secret. Yaxian agreed to cooperate.]
[So I should keep pretending to be clueless?]
[Yeah, just nod along and accept that the Eunhak Sect is a profoundly mysterious place with an absurd number of treasures.]
“I’m asking this as a close friend, but please keep the existence of the various Divine Artifacts in our Eunhak Sect a secret,” Seonwu said aloud to Jun.
Jun nodded readily.
“Understood. If word gets out that you possess so many treasures, it’ll only attract unnecessary greed. I will keep it strictly confidential.”
Only Absolute Shadow glared at Jun with a burning gaze.
‘Seriously, is this guy supposed to be the Earth Dragon, yet he swallows that story hook, line, and sinker?’
With just a bit of thought, anyone would find it bizarre!
How could a single ruined sect harbor not just one, but multiple treasures of that caliber in its vault?
Even finding a single one would warrant a deep investigation into the sect’s hidden history, yet he just brushes off the existence of all of them?
Even Yaxian realized he is part of the Imperial Family, so how can the Earth Dragon not know?
‘Is this bastard brilliant at formations but completely hollow when it comes to actual brains?’
People often assume that being smart means excelling across all fields, but that was far from the truth.
Some geniuses could calculate mathematics flawlessly while remaining utterly clueless about human politics.
Seeing how he blindly accepted those words without a shred of suspicion, this guy might be useful for formations, but he was entirely unfit to be a strategist.
‘Far from being the successor to Zhuge Liang, he’s just a half-baked specialist who only knows formations.’
It was infuriating, but what could he do?
If he spoke up, he would be violating his master’s explicit command to keep it a secret, so he had to endure.
Jun felt a sharp prickle at the back of his neck from the intense aura Absolute Shadow was radiating, but he pointedly ignored it.
‘I know nothing. I truly know nothing. I am forever clueless.’
Life remained much more comfortable when he stayed blissfully ignorant.

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