I Prayed for a Murim Reincarnation, But I Was Born as the Youngest Imperial Prince - Chapter 116

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Chapter 116.
At the same time.
Because Mandok Mazon’s massive Demonic Qi and Poison Qi had been detected from afar, a few people had come to investigate despite the remote location, wondering what on earth had transpired.
What they beheld were the unmistakable scars of a cataclysmic battle.
“Good heavens, what in the world happened here?”
“Mmm, someone in the Realm of Creation was definitely involved.”
At least one of the combatants was in the Realm of Creation.
Otherwise, this level of widespread devastation would never have occurred.
“Perhaps both were in the Realm of Creation… or maybe the other side used numbers, formations, and whatever else they could muster.”
And if the battle between the two had ended in a decisive victory?
“Then something truly monumental has taken place…”
“Just who was fighting whom?”
“Good grief, they obliterated the tracks so thoroughly.”
“Still, we can deduce who one of them was. These are the deep scars left by a truly horrific poison art.”
As much as someone had tried to erase the evidence, the remnants left by Mandok Mazon’s Nine Dragons Destroying the World ran far too deep.
“To wield poison arts of this caliber…”
“Even the current Patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Clan couldn’t manage this. Not by a long shot.”
This was not a level achievable in the Transcendence Realm.
Poison arts at the Realm of Creation level.
That narrowed it down to just one person.
To be precise, an absolute powerhouse of the Ultimate Demonic Realm who rivaled the Realm of Creation.
“Mandok Mazon… One of the Eight Great Demon Sovereigns of the Shadows fought here?”
And then, the Demonic Qi and Poison Qi had vanished abruptly.
He might have gone into hiding, but it was more likely that…
“Could it be?”
Is he dead?
The words hovered on the tips of their tongues.
It was too massive an incident to speak aloud.
But what if he wasn’t?
If he had survived and retreated from this place, where was the pursuit?
In the first place, why did the Demonic Qi cut off so suddenly?
If someone had subjugated him, word would surely spread before long.
The battlefield bore clear signs of being deliberately cleaned up after the clash.
And no matter how they looked at it, the one who tidied up didn’t seem to be Mandok Mazon, but rather the power of the opposing side that had defeated him.
The cleanup had successfully blanketed the Demonic Qi and Poison Qi.
“Just who clashed with whom, and what exactly went down?”
The layout of the scene suggested that Mandok Mazon had suffered defeat while the opposing force had triumphed, but they couldn’t be entirely certain.
They could only wait for the storm of news that would surely follow.
“Phew, we’ve witnessed something extraordinary today. Let’s head back and report this for now.”
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Around the time rumors began to ripple outward from those who had inspected the battlefield, the four companions returned to the Medical Pavilion.
The groaning patients welcomed Yaxian with profound relief.
Yaxian immediately set about neutralizing their poisons.
“Thank you so much.”
“You have my deepest gratitude.”
“You saved my life.”
Watching the expressions of gratitude from the patients and their families, Seonwu smiled warmly.
‘No matter the circumstances, this is the true essence of a chivalrous xia!’
Shifts in the Wulin’s balance of power or political squabbles were secondary.
When the malice and violence of someone like Mandok Mazon threatened to shatter innocent lives, one had to step forward as a shield, block the blow, and sever the evil.
‘Ah, this is exactly what it’s about.’
Of course, in terms of sheer numbers, killing Mandok Mazon meant stopping the countless atrocities he would have committed in the future, effectively avenging the many evils he had already wrought in the past.
However, it was difficult to visualize individual lives through mere statistics.
But seeing the rescued patients and their families rejoicing right before his eyes?
That made it feel completely real.
While the situation undoubtedly involved intricate conflicts between Demonic Practitioners, the medical community, and the Medical Pavilion, it was unacceptable for these people to perish from poison amidst that feud.
Once the treatment was finished, the time came to make a shocking announcement.
They had considered keeping it entirely secret, but people had undoubtedly sensed and witnessed the grand battle from afar, and someone would surely investigate the site sooner or later.
Furthermore, once Mandok Mazon vanished, the remaining Demonic Practitioners would eventually try to figure out what had happened, even if they didn’t realize it at first.
One way or another, keeping it a permanent secret was impossible, and since it was a triumph with no reason to be concealed, they decided it was better to bring it to light.
This would prevent anyone from questioning why they were hiding it in the first place.
Yaxian even summoned the members of the Beggars’ Sect nearby to ensure the news would spread far and wide.
“Ahem, the truth is, I have successfully subjugated Mandok Mazon alongside these three young heroes here.”
“……?”
It was astonishing news, but the listeners didn’t instantly break out in shock.
Because the name carried such immense weight, their brains couldn’t fully process the claim right away.
Chwipunggae, who had come from the Beggars’ Sect, asked a question.
“Um… Could you repeat that just one more time, Master Yaxian?”
“You didn’t mishear me. It’s true that we subjugated Mandok Mazon. If you head down to the southern part of Hunan Province, to the coordinates I specified, you’ll find the battlefield. Naturally, we obscured the exact techniques used so others couldn’t pry, but Mandok Mazon’s Poison Qi is incredibly potent.”
“…….”
No cheers erupted immediately.
Only bewilderment.
Suspicion.
Incredulity.
Yet, if it were true, profound joy.
Shock dominated the room.
It didn’t quite escalate to terror.
“Uh, is… is that really true?”
“If Mandok Mazon suddenly shows his face again after this, I’ll be utterly humiliated. And before that happens, people would come after me demanding to know who killed him, so why would I fabricate such a lie?”
“That… That makes sense.”
Chwipunggae conceded.
His agreement mirrored the sentiments of everyone else listening.
Zhuge Jun stepped forward to lend weight to the statement.
“It’s absolutely true. Haha, it was truly a miraculous victory. Well, you see, we thought it was highly suspicious that you all happened to be poisoned by those specific mushrooms, and since Master Yaxian had recently received a death threat, the three of us discussed it and realized something was amiss.”
When the Earth Dragon of the Zhuge Clan added his testimony, the claim gained immense credibility.
Furthermore, as concrete details were added to the narrative, everyone pricked up their ears.
‘The death of Mandok Mazon is top-tier information.’
Chwipunggae recognized this alone as urgent intelligence that he wanted to dispatch in all directions immediately. However, if he could convey the precise details of how it happened, it would become even more valuable.
‘Oh boy, I want to write this down right this second.’
Though he possessed a unique knack for remembering spoken words, it wasn’t flawless. He needed to catch every single syllable from this point forward.
“We suspected there might be an ambush near the herb harvesting grounds, so we set up a formation ahead of time.”
“Though it took a fair amount of time, of course.”
Seonwu picked up where Jun left off, spinning the yarn further.
It was a narrative where truth and falsehood were masterfully intertwined.
Broadly speaking, the ambushing Mandok Mazon had struck first, forcing them to start the engagement under disadvantageous conditions.
Even so, because he was such an absolute powerhouse, the battle had been incredibly arduous.
However, Yaxian possessed a special Divine Pill and a Grand Ritual that could only be used once in a lifetime, and so on and so forth.
“If that’s the case, Master Yaxian, about that Grand Ritual…”
Yaxian shook his head.
“The ingredients for that Divine Pill can never be acquired again. It was a precious heirloom passed down through generations within this Medical Pavilion. Truth be told, even the exact recipe has been lost to time. I only possessed the Grand Ritual to temporarily elevate my cultivation realm using it, but what use is that now? This marks the end of it. Since that end brought about the subjugation of Mandok Mazon, I have no regrets.”
“Ah, to think such a secret weapon existed. But as you say, it’s nothing to regret.”
If another one existed, various factions might covet the Divine Pill, but since it was gone, that wouldn’t happen.
Of course, some might suspect that he was hiding another one, but they wouldn’t go so far as to climb over the Medical Pavilion’s walls to search for it.
After all, without the accompanying Grand Ritual, the Divine Pill was only half as effective.
“More than my own efforts, the assistance of these three young friends was truly monumental.”
“Haha, my formation played a massive role as well.”
Jun readily claimed the Zhuge Clan’s share of the credit.
Seonwu also chimed in with an air of pride.
“The swords of my junior disciple and myself were highly active as well.”
If they humbly claimed they had done nothing here, people would suspect they had actually accomplished something far greater.
Conversely, what if they acted as though they wanted recognition for doing their part?
‘Ah, they must have done exactly that much,’ people would think.
Seonwu deliberately hyped up their achievements to create the impression that they had performed remarkably well for Peak Realm masters.
“Though my junior disciple and I belong to the same Eunhak Sect, our sword styles differ slightly. Thus, we combined our strengths to form a joint attack formation to assist Master Yaxian.”
“Mandok Mazon’s Poison Qi must have been extraordinary.”
“We wouldn’t have lasted without the Poison-Avoiding Pills Master Yaxian provided.”
The Medical Pavilion did possess Poison-Avoiding Pills.
But were they potent enough to withstand Mandok Mazon?
To address this, Yaxian quickly added to the story.
“Those Poison-Avoiding Pills were also highly unique items crafted from incredibly rare ingredients. There are no more left.”
“Is it impossible to manufacture more?”
In response to Chwipunggae’s inquiry, Yaxian shook his head.
“I don’t even know the method to create them. The knowledge was lost to time, and I merely had some leftover medicine that was passed down to me. If I knew how to make them, I would have sold them to make a tidy fortune, which is quite a shame.”
To Chwipunggae’s ears, it sounded entirely plausible.
While Yaxian wasn’t a money-grubber, he was someone who would earn funds where he could to expand the Medical Pavilion.
‘A Divine Pill and Grand Ritual that drastically boost internal power in an instant might be dangerous to mass-produce, but Poison-Avoiding Pills wouldn’t pose much of a burden even if manufactured and sold…’
Of course, mass production didn’t mean churning out thousands of pills.
There was no way a Poison-Avoiding Pill capable of working against Mandok Mazon could be created so easily.
But even if they could only consistently produce one or two pills a year, it would be a highly lucrative side income.
The fact that he hadn’t done so meant he truly couldn’t.
“Ah, goodness. I don’t mean to dare doubt your words, Master Yaxian. To think it was Mandok Mazon… You have accomplished a truly staggering feat. This is a tremendous blessing for the Wulin!”
“M… Master defeated Mandok Mazon?”
“Control yourself and speak accurately. The role of the Zhuge Clan’s formation was also immensely significant. It would be troublesome to speak as if I accomplished it all on my own.”
Zhuge Jun nodded beside him.
“The Divine Wind Eight Trigrams Grand Formation of our main house is a legendary array where even a master of the Realm of Creation would perish if they entered carelessly.”
This was a historical fact, proven by chastising the arrogance of Realm of Creation masters.
Naturally, since one couldn’t simply carry a grand formation around and throw it at enemies, the reputation of the Divine Wind Eight Trigrams Grand Formation rested on the fact that even Realm of Creation masters would avoid it or dismantle it slowly from the outside once it was deployed.
Without that level of renown and power, the Zhuge Clan would never have been able to comfortably contend for a seat among the Five Great Clans despite their lagging martial arts.
“Of course, the four of us couldn’t possibly deploy a formation of that scale on the spot. What we actually deployed was the Divine Wind Four Symbols Formation. While it is insufficient to handle a Realm of Creation master on its own… that is where Master Yaxian’s Divine Pill and Grand Ritual, along with the martial arts of my two friends, truly shone.”
This, too, was a clever tapestry of lies and truths.
In reality, they had deployed it in a rush under tight time constraints.
However, these matters always depended on how one framed them.
The public would adjust the details in their minds to make the story reasonably consistent.
Even so, any minor doubts about how Mandok Mazon could lose would be buried by the sheer weight of the outcome.
They would simply assume the Demon Sovereign had grown careless and suffered a massive blunder.
They would believe it somehow worked out.
“Still, a Demon Sovereign is a Demon Sovereign. If he hadn’t been arrogant and had given his all from the start, or if we had lacked the time to set up the formation and had to rely on an abbreviated version, we would have lost. It is a heavenly blessing that everyone is safe, for he was formidable.”
Appropriate humility and acknowledgment.
With this, the truth was suitably altered, creating a reasonable narrative that wasn’t entirely a fabrication.
“This Medical Pavilion wishes to be known for its medicine, not its martial arts, and in the first place, the martial arts of our main sect are nothing spectacular. However, we have no reason to hide the defeat of Mandok Mazon, which is why we are revealing it like this.”
To wrap up Yaxian’s conclusion, Zhuge Jun nimbly chimed in.
“Oh, why do you speak so humbly? While my family’s formation is exceptional, how could it possibly match Mandok Mazon on its own? It was all thanks to Master Yaxian generously exhausting the hidden treasures of the Medical Pavilion.”
“I only did it to survive, so what’s so grand about that? But even so, without your formation… or at the very least, if it weren’t for the two from the Eunhak Sect, we would have fallen just short.”
With this, a fitting story was fully constructed in the minds of the audience.
Yaxian and the Earth Dragon had each contributed significantly, and while the Chivalrous Dragon and the Sword Dragon had assisted, their shares were relatively small.
And Mandok Mazon was truly dead.
Now, it was only a matter of time before this explosive tale spread like wildfire.

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