I Prayed for a Murim Reincarnation, But I Was Born as the Youngest Imperial Prince - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90
The Young Master of Wolyeop Sect clung to Seonwu.
“Then… then what must I do to escape this conspiracy?”
“Let me ask you one thing first. If you truly practiced the wicked Energy Absorption Art, an Internal Energy Examination will reveal it. If not, nothing will show up.”
“Ah…!”
“Of course, knowing Patriarch Huangbo, he will likely claim that you managed to completely disperse the Demonic Arts while you were captured, but still…”
“No! I never learned any such thing!”
“Then did you truly practice only the internal energy of the Wolyeop Sect? That is the part I find strange. For this conspiracy to be foolproof, they should have killed you long ago to silence you, or you should actually possess that corrupted energy to completely frame you.”
“What…? Huh? Could it be?”
The Young Master of Wolyeop Sect’s expression suddenly grew even stiffer.
“Is there something else? You must speak honestly for me to try anything. If you lie to me and I find out later, I can do nothing for you.”
“It… it is not a Demonic Art, but there was something Maehyang from Aewolru taught me. Truly, it is not a Demonic Art! And it is certainly nothing that threatens my life!”
Seonwu thought for a moment.
“Tell me in more detail.”
“She said it was a special Art of the Bedchamber she knew, a Daoist Art of the Bedchamber that achieves the Yin and Yang balance to accumulate True Qi. She said it was like a game for men and women to play together to increase pleasure…”
“What if that is part of a Demonic Art?”
“What…?”
“What if Maehyang was hiding her identity as a Demonic Practitioner, and while you were building up internal power together, she secretly mixed a tiny amount of Demonic Qi into your body?”
“Uh… uh…?”
The Young Master of Wolyeop Sect could only blink his eyes.
“Of course, it would not be a large amount. If a lot of Demonic Qi had been injected, you would have noticed no matter how distracted you were.”
It was literally a method of subtly inserting a small amount of stealthy Demonic Qi.
Furthermore, instead of doing it all at once, it would accumulate gradually through the internal energy he practiced on his own, making it feel perfectly natural.
What came next?
During tomorrow’s examination, at least a trace of Demonic Qi would be detected.
He would claim he had no idea it was Demonic Qi, but there was no way such an excuse would work in this situation.
Patriarch Huangbo would argue that the weak traces of Demonic Qi were due to him frantically trying to disperse it inside the jail.
On top of that, he would claim the level of mastery was still low because he had only targeted weaklings who did not properly know Martial Arts.
Normally, they would have handled it right at the Wolyeop Sect, but the Prefect’s sudden arrival had merely delayed things, ensuring the proof would be revealed in front of everyone.
In his hands would be the Demonic Cultivation Manual found in the son’s room.
Inside the son’s body would be a tiny amount of accumulated Demonic Qi, entirely separate from the internal energy of the Wolyeop Sect.
By that point, even the Sect Leader of Wolyeop would faint, thinking he had raised his son poorly, rather than suspecting a frame-up.
‘How meticulous.’
It was truly flawless.
‘From making him practice it without knowing it was a Demonic Art, they must have invested quite a lot of time into this.’
They had spent time and poured in effort.
‘No, to be precise, the part taught to the Young Master of Wolyeop Sect might very well not be a Demonic Art at all.’
The Young Master of Wolyeop Sect was no third-rate Martial Artist.
He could naturally distinguish whether something was a Demonic Art or not, but he must have fallen into the trap because he failed to notice the subtle changes while exchanging Qi and internal energy between a man and a woman.
“What you practiced yourself may be normal, but did you practice it knowing exactly what kind of energy your partner was passing to you?”
“Uh…?”
As the young master could only utter blank noises, Seonwu intentionally let out a tsking sound.
“Tsk, tsk. You should have been prudent in all matters. You were completely blinded by a woman…”
To be fair, it was a scheme he had no choice but to fall for.
They could have just killed him on the spot to prevent any Internal Energy Examination, finishing the job with just the discovery of the Energy Absorption Art manual and eyewitness accounts.
With the Huangbo Clan and Demonic Practitioners working hand-in-hand, the plot was far too sophisticated for the successor of a mere mid-sized sect to avoid.
Still, getting kidnapped so easily and carrying the physical evidence inside his own body meant he had left himself wide open.
But that was that, and he still deserved a good clicking of the tongue.
“What… what should I do now?”
“First, I need to check if there is Demonic Qi residing in your body. If it is truly there, I will burn it out for you. Fortunately, you could not have practiced it for long, so you will not die.”
The Young Master of Wolyeop Sect turned pale.
Burning away Demonic Qi that had integrated into one’s internal energy.
It sounded simple enough at first glance.
However, while it was hard work for the one doing the burning, the one undergoing it had to wager their very life.
Though people here often lumped everything under the term ‘internal energy,’ one had to distinguish between ‘the internal energy that serves as the vessel’ and ‘the internal energy used’ on a daily basis within that vessel.
‘In game terms, the former is maximum mana, while the latter is current mana.’
It was the difference between the maximum capacity of internal energy and the current level of internal energy.
Circulating energy through a single Great Heavenly Circulation could quickly restore the internal energy contained within the vessel.
On the other hand, the vessel itself was a different story.
Things changed once one reached the Transcendence Realm, but up until the Peak Realm, daily martial training consisted of strengthening and expanding this vessel, which took a long time.
People often used the expression ‘accumulating internal energy,’ but in Seonwu’s eyes, that was a conventional phrase and not entirely accurate.
It was more appropriate to describe it as expanding the vessel of internal energy.
Centering around the Dantian, it flowed through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
Furthermore, it extended to all sorts of Fine Meridians and even the internal organs.
By expanding and strengthening all of them to hold more Internal Force, one’s achievement in internal energy would rise.
And expanding such a vessel naturally required immense effort, time, or a great deal of Spiritual Medicine.
Of course, most successors of prestigious Noble Clans used Spiritual Medicine instead of time.
Practicing internal energy was not about pouring water to fill a cup; it was about solidifying it thoroughly and sturdily until it became a part of one’s own body.
Expanding the vessel itself through that process was internal energy cultivation.
Going even further past the energy channels and their surroundings to strengthen the skin, flesh, muscles, and bones belonged to the realm of External Martial Arts, which required pouring in even more Spiritual Medicine…
Leaving that aside for now, the important point here was that the small amount of Demonic Qi the young master had unknowingly practiced was not water sitting in the vessel, but had already become part of the vessel itself.
Burning that away meant injecting chemotherapy to batter and kill cancer cells.
The problem was that whether they were cancer cells or demonic cells, they were already part of the body. If you killed and burned them away, how could the body remain unharmed?
The entire body would suffer severe Internal Injuries.
‘If he had practiced it a lot, the shock might have killed him instantly… but if it were that much, he would have noticed it before now, right?’
However, the Young Master of Wolyeop Sect also realized what it meant to have it burned away, and his face turned stark white.
His physical condition was already a total mess after being beaten by Patriarch Huangbo, and now he had to burn out the Demonic Qi that partially formed his being.
“Are… are you sure I won’t die?”
“If a reaction to Demonic Qi comes out of your body in front of the Prefect and the Local Elites tomorrow, do you think you’ll live?”
“…….”
“At that time, it won’t just be you dying. Your parents, children, siblings, relatives, and sect members. Everyone will be ruined. Does that not terrify you?”
“…Please do it.”
The Young Master of Wolyeop Sect finally grasped reality.
If he could not overcome this hurdle, his entire house would truly be destroyed, and he would die a dog’s death.
Leaving his watch post, Seonwu unlocked the jail door and stepped inside.
“Oh, Great Hero?”
“You shouldn’t do this…”
“I was the very first one to apprehend him at the scene. Can I not conduct a brief interrogation a little early?”
The Huangbo Clan martial artists and Constables, who knew nothing of the unfolding conspiracy, looked at one another.
This felt a bit too rushed, but it was also awkward to flatly tell him to get lost.
The Smiling Killer Dragon of the Eunhak Sect possessed that level of fame and martial skill.
Above all, everyone knew he had arrived at the scene even before Patriarch Huangbo.
They stood guard to keep ordinary people from approaching carelessly, but could they really call the Smiling Killer Dragon an ordinary person?
“Still… the trial is tomorrow…”
“I will just ask him a quick question. I won’t drag it out for more than Yike.”
“Groan, only for Yike then.”
Seonwu flashed a bright smile, sat down in front of the young master, and grabbed his wrist.
“Why did you commit such an act! If you wish to die without pain, confess submissively.”
While speaking those words aloud, he channeled the Peerless Prajna Divine Art to thoroughly search the young master’s insides.
As the supreme Buddhist divine art, which even Daoist Sects deferred to when it came to Demon-Subduing Power, swept through the young master’s entire body, the covertly hidden Demonic Qi finally revealed its true colors.
‘Wow, this is incredibly stealthy.’
The amount was small, but even considering that, it was only found because it was the Peerless Prajna Divine Art. An ordinary martial artist from a clan or the government office would never have detected it.
Of course, that was only under a casual inspection. If they suspected him from the start and deliberately searched continuously regardless of whether the subject suffered Internal Injuries or not, they would eventually find it…
But unless they were already treating him as a confirmed criminal like this, they usually wouldn’t go to such extremes.
Yet before the Peerless Prajna Divine Art, the Demonic Qi could not hide and manifested its true form.
Seonwu was about to burn it instantly when the sudden thought struck him that this man might actually die.
‘The wounds from Patriarch Huangbo’s beating are so severe that doing this normally won’t work.’
However, he did not possess only a single divine art.
The Taegeuk Yangui Shingong rose alongside it.
A harmonious and gentle energy followed behind the majestic, peerless aura, softly enveloping the young master’s insides.
The Young Master of Wolyeop Sect’s eyes flew wide in shock.
‘No, how can he possess two such incredible orthodox energies?’
Although his experience was limited, he could tell that this Qi was incomparably profound compared to his own sect’s internal energy.
He could easily believe the first energy belonged to a divine art of Shaolin.
And the second energy seemed perfectly fitting for a divine art of Wudang.
Of course, the Eunhak Sect could not be the joint successor to Shaolin and Wudang, but even so, how was this possible?
While the soft energy that harmonized Yin and Yang protected him, the majestic Demon-Subduing Power mercilessly scorched his Demonic Qi.
To be precise, it meant burning away the parts of his body where the Demonic Qi had blended in.
Without discriminating between blood vessels or internal organs.
And either by coincidence or necessity, the places where the Demonic Qi had settled heavily happened to be vital areas and highly sensitive spots for a man.
Kicking those spots from the outside would cause agonizing pain, so exploding and burning them from the inside brought a torment beyond words.
“Aaagh!”
A scream that was anything but an exaggeration burst from his mouth.
However, because Seonwu had deployed an Energy Barrier, the scream could not escape into the outside hallway.
Seonwu offered a silent prayer in his heart.
‘That must truly hurt.’
Though he had never experienced it, he imagined the pain must be similar to shattering a massive kidney stone without anesthesia during a medical procedure.
He was protecting him with the Taegeuk Yangui Shingong, but it was only to keep him from dying, not to numb his sensation of pain.
‘Well, the medical arts of this world are highly developed beyond comparison to the actual Ming Dynasty, so he will recover.’
If this were the real Ming Dynasty level, he might never have been able to use it again.
As for the mental trauma…
Well, he would recover eventually, right?
He needed to clear his name and survive first.
The Young Master of Wolyeop Sect eventually blacked out.
The crotch of his trousers grew damp, dyed crimson as blood, rather than urine, seeped out.
Seonwu stood up after properly managing the internal injuries to ensure the man wouldn’t die.
“Sigh, what a stubborn fellow. He refuses to confess to the very end.”
The watching Constables, as well as the Huangbo Clan martial artists, shuddered.
‘That… that guy… he definitely targeted that specific area…’
The Smiling Killer Dragon of the Eunhak Sect was a terrifying human being.
Of course, any torture was permissible against a Demonic Practitioner, but to aim straight for that spot right from the beginning.
He was truly a frightening man.
What made him even scarier was that he turned around and flashed a perfectly casual, bright smile at them right afterward.
‘Is his title Smiling Killer Dragon because he smiles while he ruins people?’
Naturally, no one there was brave enough to suggest changing his title to his face.
“It seems I’m not cut out for this. Let’s just wait for everything to be revealed during tomorrow’s trial.”
“Yes… let’s do that.”
“I shall head back inside. I leave the rest of the watch to you.”
“Haha, this was our duty all along. Please go rest.”
‘Let’s make sure we never cross him.’
Unaware that he had accumulated a minor bout of notoriety instead of a heroic reputation, Seonwu returned to his group.

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