Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92

Kwaaa―!

The aura of Meorhon that had filled the cave pierced into Namgung Cheon’s chest.

A foreign energy fundamentally different from his existing internal power.

The pure internal power in his dantian rejected Meorhon and clashed violently against it.

“…!”

Searing pain that burned from deep within his bones and bone-chilling cold that seemed to pierce his entire body struck simultaneously.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Pain so intense that an ordinary body would have had its meridians burned and blood vessels burst and melted.

‘However, my body is different.’

The body reconstructed through the Jeoncheon Reverse Muscle Transformation Method easily withstood that destructive energy.

The problem was the energy itself.

If he accepted it as is, demonic energy would fill his dantian, which meant becoming a demon.

Therefore.

‘I don’t need demonic energy.’

Namgung Cheon gritted his teeth.

‘What I want isn’t demonic energy, but the original principle that Meorhon contains.’

Then he had to filter it out.

He had to strip away the impure energy created by those unworthy and take only the pure essence hidden within.

Namgung Cheon concentrated his consciousness, extending his dantian’s internal power throughout his body and emptying his dantian as much as possible.

Into that nearly emptied dantian.

‘Push it in!’

He lured Meorhon’s energy into his dantian.

And then.

Wooong―!

He operated the Cheonggung Daeyeon Simbeop.

‘Daeyeon (Great Evolution).’

The pure energy that returned to his dantian spread like a net and enveloped the corrupted Meorhon.

Whoosh!

Burning away the impure and demonic energy with pure internal power, leaving only the principle of Meorhon at its center.

Only that remained.

A task requiring extreme mental strength, like filtering a single grain of gold from a massive river.

‘If I make even the slightest mistake, the entire dantian will be contaminated by impure energy, leading to an irreversible situation.’

Namgung Cheon focused all his nerves on his dantian.

After a considerable amount of time passed.

‘…So this is it.’

Transparent energy with the dark red color drained away.

An absolute crystallization of destruction that bore no attributes while simultaneously negating all attributes.

Namgung Cheon carefully settled that crystallization deep within his dantian.

Wooong.

The vibrations throughout his body subsided.

He immediately examined his inner state.

Deep within his dantian, in the middle of the sea of blue internal power.

A fragment of transparent energy that was neither black like demonic energy nor blue like internal power was quietly submerged.

‘Most of the power disappeared along with the impure energy.’

Namgung Cheon let out a hollow laugh.

The majesty that seemed capable of melting the entire Bigo was nowhere to be found.

The pure essence of Meorhon that remained after removing the demonic energy had become the size of a small seed.

‘Still, I’ve definitely obtained it.’

The principle of destruction that erases existence itself.

However, just accepting this much had pushed his mind to its limits, so he couldn’t use it recklessly.

His mind would wear out first.

“…Hoo.”

Extreme fatigue that weighed down his entire body.

‘Right now, it’s impossible to incorporate this power into martial arts or imbue it into sword energy.’

But this was enough.

Because he knew how to nurture this weak power.

By gradually cultivating it like this.

‘I’ll regain that power that could sever all cause and effect.’

Though it was merely a weak ember now, it would eventually become a great fire demon that burns everything.

Finishing his thoughts, Namgung Cheon looked around.

‘There’s nothing… left.’

Starting with the bookshelves, all the secret manuals had turned to ash.

The worst situation from the Demonic Sect’s perspective.

However, from the moment the Seven Great Demonic Families, the Young Sect Leader, and Daehobpyeong turned their backs on Cheonma, they had essentially abandoned these Cheonma Seven Vaults.

‘Cheonma Seven Vaults….’

These were things he had thought unrelated to himself since he had awakened as the third son of Namgung, not as a demon.

But in the end, he was the only one who could fully open those vaults.

Then.

‘I have no choice but to take everything.’

Both what belongs to Namgung and what belongs to Cheonma.

‘Rather than choosing one of the two, I’ll obtain both.’

That would be the privilege granted to one who lives two lives.

* * *

“….”

Yang Jin gripped his sword tightly while staring at the Wandering King who had suddenly appeared.

His pride as the eldest disciple was supporting him, but he couldn’t hide the cold sweat running down his spine.

It was Mujin who broke this tense silence.

“Master… are you really my master?”

“Yes.”

The Wandering King answered briefly.

Then he slowly turned his head and carefully examined the face of his disciple who was looking at him with trembling eyes.

The face of his disciple who had returned ten years ago with empty eyes after completing his revenge.

That face, which he thought wouldn’t be much different, had changed more than expected…

“You’ve changed.”

Mujin smiled slightly and spoke.

“Yes, thanks to someone, I’ve emptied myself a little. It wasn’t easy though.”

“Right, emptying one’s heart isn’t easy.”

The Wandering King smiled slightly and turned his head.

White robes entered his line of sight.

“Just like the relationship between those people and me.”

At those words, Yang Jin’s eyebrows twitched.

Yang Jin spoke to the Wandering King in a sharp voice without lowering his sword.

“I understand the agreement has been broken.”

Even at the sharp voice, the Wandering King remained calm.

“Agreement….”

He took a step closer to Yang Jin with his hands clasped behind his back.

“When a disciple is in mortal danger, was there some agreement that the master should just stand by and do nothing?”

“….”

“Just as you did. When my disciples who challenged me in the past were dying, didn’t the elders swarm together to try to kill me? And that was after sending assassins first.”

Yang Jin closed his mouth.

It was an undeniable past.

The Wandering King’s eyes grew coldly subdued.

“Just as you protect your own family, I too was merely trying to protect my disciple. Was that wrong?”

“….”

Grind.

Yang Jin clenched his teeth.

However, he had nothing else to say.

Moreover, if he persisted any further here, a battle with the Wandering King would inevitably break out.

If that happened, everyone present here would disappear with a single stroke of his sword.

‘The situation isn’t good, and there’s no justification. It would be best to return and report for now.’

Yang Jin sheathed his sword.

Click.

Then Yang Jin glared at the Wandering King and spat out.

“…I understand. I’ll withdraw for today. But Kunlun will not forget what happened today.”

The Wandering King chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

“Don’t forget. I won’t forget either. Now get lost. I need to catch up with my disciple whom I haven’t seen in a long time.”

Grind.

Yang Jin, who gritted his teeth at the Wandering King’s words, glared at him before turning his gaze away and speaking to those standing behind him.

“…Let’s go.”

At Yang Jin’s command, the Kunlun disciples retreated like an ebbing tide.

The mountain path that became empty in an instant.

Mujin let out a sigh of relief and slumped down.

“Phew, I aged ten years.”

“Stop exaggerating.”

The Wandering King clicked his tongue and sat down next to Mujin.

“By the way, what brought you here? Especially when your relationship with Kunlun isn’t good.”

Mujin asked while taking out a bottle of liquor from his bundle.

The Wandering King took the bottle and took a sip.

“I was chasing something.”

“Chasing something?”

“Yes. Some guys called the Gold Insect Sect.”

The Wandering King’s gaze turned toward the distant depths of the snow mountain where blizzards were raging.

“Those bastards were doing terrible things to innocent people, so I followed their trail, and they crawled all the way up here.”

At the mention of the Gold Insect Sect, Mujin made a puzzled expression.

It was a name he was hearing for the first time.

“What do they do?”

“Who knows.”

The Wandering King shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s certain is that innocent people are dying wherever those bastards go.”

He continued while shaking the liquor bottle.

“Since those bastards climbed Kunlun Mountains, I was keeping watch for now. After all, it’s one of the Nine Sects. But seeing Kunlun blocking off the mountain instead of stopping them… it seems like they’re plotting something with those bastards instead.”

Mujin nodded his head.

Given the circumstances, that seemed to be the right way to think about it.

The Wandering King glanced at Mujin and continued.

“In the midst of all that, I sensed your energy. So I came.”

At those words, Mujin narrowed his eyes.

“Wasn’t it you who leaked the information in the first place, Master? With the intention of having me climb Kunlun instead.”

At Mujin’s words, the Wandering King tilted the liquor bottle and muttered quietly.

“Ten years ago you were terribly oblivious….”

“Master.”

The Wandering King reluctantly nodded his head.

“Yes, that’s right. I thought they wouldn’t touch you. Since you’re well-known. But they seemed to have gone crazy from being holed up in the mountains and tried to mess with you, so I came.”

“I’m so grateful I don’t know what to do with myself.”

The Wandering King and Mujin looked at each other and chuckled.

However, at that moment.

Rumble―!

A tremendous vibration was felt.

At the same time, an alien energy rolled in from afar.

“…Demonic energy?”

The Wandering King’s eyes sharpened.

Mujin also looked up at the mountain with a surprised expression.

The Wandering King’s voice dropped low.

“Those bastards finally caused an incident. Whatever it was.”

“Shouldn’t we go take a look?”

Mujin spoke urgently, but the Wandering King silently stared up at the mountain for a long time.

Eventually, the Wandering King’s brow furrowed.

The demonic energy that had been raging like a storm was no longer spreading and remained in one place, like a great river blocked by a dam.

The Wandering King’s eyes deepened.

‘Is someone controlling the demonic energy?’

If so, then who could it be?

Did even Kunlun’s sect leader step forward?

While questions led to more questions.

“…It’s gone.”

The ominous energy that had covered the mountain completely disappeared without a trace.

“Master?”

Mujin called him with a worried tone.

“Be quiet for a moment.”

The Wandering King spoke quietly.

All of his senses enveloped the entire mountain.

Soon, one energy was clearly felt.

“An energy similar to the Sword Emperor’s….”

At the Wandering King’s muttered words, Mujin spoke up.

“Ah, the young master!”

Mujin brightened at the Wandering King’s muttering.

“…?”

Before the Wandering King could ask what he meant.

The energy that had been felt on the mountain path was now close.

Eventually, one person appeared, cutting through the white snow field.

“Third young master of the Namgung Clan, Namgung Cheon, pays respects to the Wandering King.”

“….”

The Wandering King stared intently at him without any response to Namgung Cheon’s polite bow.

After doing so for quite a while.

Slowly, the Wandering King’s mouth opened.

“What did you see up there? You came looking for me in this snow mountain to tell me that, didn’t you?”

The Wandering King’s sharp question.

Namgung Cheon nodded his head.

“Yes, that’s correct. In the heart of Kunlun Mountains, unidentified individuals were excavating a cave filled with demonic energy.”

The Wandering King’s eyes narrowed.

“And you suppressed that demonic energy?”

“It was by chance. All I did was thrust my sword toward the dark energy inside the cave.”

At Namgung Cheon’s words, the Wandering King quietly stared at him.

Then he soon chuckled softly and nodded his head.

“Yes, since it’s the Sword Emperor’s son who said it, I should believe you. However…”

The Wandering King’s gaze sharpened.

“What do you want?”

“Please protect that place.”

At Namgung Cheon’s immediate response, the Wandering King’s expression turned infinitely cold.

“Kunlun will try to erase the traces, so stop them? Are you asking me to wage war against Kunlun?”

“If that is the path they desire, then it cannot be helped.”

At those words, mockery formed at the corners of the Wandering King’s mouth.

And then.

“How insolent.”

Kwaaa—!

A tremendous energy burst forth from the Wandering King’s entire body.

It was the same energy that had overwhelmed the Kunlun Sect warriors and Mujin in one fell swoop just moments ago.

The energy that seemed to spread in all directions soon gathered together and shot toward Namgung Cheon all at once.

Crack.

With the sound of grinding teeth, Namgung Cheon’s knees swayed as if they would buckle.

Pressure like Mount Tai crushing his entire body.

His dantian churned, and blood vessels burst, turning his vision red.

However, Namgung Cheon drew up all his internal energy to face the pressure head-on.

At the same time, a thought occurred to him.

‘This energy… it’s the same as what I felt while coming down the mountain earlier.’

That meant the Wandering King had unleashed this energy toward someone.

In other words, the Kunlun Sect.

“…They are those who didn’t stop at monitoring your disciple, but tried to kill him.”

The Wandering King’s brow twitched.

Namgung Cheon swallowed bloody saliva and stared at the Wandering King through his blurring vision.

“To cover up their shame, they targeted none other than the Wandering King’s disciple.”

Mockery formed at the corners of Namgung Cheon’s mouth.

“If you let them erase those traces now, they’ll wipe their mouths clean as if nothing happened and talk about cooperation again. Is that the result the Wandering King desires?”

At those words, the Wandering King narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Namgung Cheon, who refused to bow his head to the end.

‘How peculiar.’

The energy he emanated was certainly clear and upright like other late-stage disciples of the Orthodox Faction.

But what lay within was different.

Reason and venom that didn’t waver even when facing death.

He pretended to persuade with courtesy, but in reality, that arrogance sought to grasp and shake his opponent.

That contradictory yet arrogant attitude brought forth someone from the Wandering King’s memories.

A person with red eyes who looked down upon the world alone and proudly.

‘He resembles him.’

A deep smile spread across the Wandering King’s lips as he felt intrigued.

Who would have thought those insolent words, almost like threats, would actually please him.

Swoosh.

Like a lie, the Wandering King’s momentum subsided.

As the energy that had been crushing him disappeared, the breath that had been blocked in Namgung Cheon’s mouth burst forth.

“Huff…”

Though his entire body was drenched in sweat, Namgung Cheon stood tall without collapsing and stared at the Wandering King.

The Wandering King, who had been making eye contact with Namgung Cheon for a moment, turned his head to look at the distant Kunlun Mountain Range.

“Good.”

A brief acceptance.

The Wandering King’s eyes sank coldly.

“As you said, the price for holding a blade to my disciple’s throat… I’ll make sure they pay it properly.”

Just as those hypocrites had tried to do in the past.

“So you do your part as well. You were planning to inform the League, weren’t you.”

“…That’s correct.”

“Yes, there’s nothing better than hypocrites for catching hypocrites. Go.”

Turning his back to Namgung Cheon, the Wandering King spoke lightly.

His voice was mixed with thick mockery.

“Now even the term ‘Nine Sects’… will become embarrassing to mention.”

Since one of them would soon crumble.

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