Obtaining Heavenly Demon Martial Arts in the Magic Era - Chapter 63

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63
The Demon Spirit that had seized Dan Cheon-woo’s body could even mimic the memory of the third son of the Hwan-un Clan perfectly, having absorbed his memories entirely.
He deftly picked up a mobile phone and dialed a number.
Before the dial tone sounded twice, the call connected.
“Have a top-tier Demonic Flying Airship ready in front of the Sipman Daesan research facility.”
With that terse command,
shortly after, a massive airship capable of carrying easily two hundred people descended in front of Sipman Daesan.
Whoooosh—
The powerful wind from the landing process sent the grass rippling across the ground.
The sleek black fuselage bore the cloud emblem that symbolized the Hwan-un Clan, gleaming in the sunlight.
“Wow… is this what power feels like…?”
Lee Ye-rim stood slack-jawed at the sight of the enormous airship.
“We will ensure your comfortable journey to Korea.”
As the airship door opened with a soft hydraulic hiss,
warm cabin lighting spilled out, and flight attendants in crisp uniforms came into view.
“We’ll show you to your seats.”
They guided Cheon Do-hyeon and his party into the cabin.
“Please hand over your luggage.”
Their Korean was impeccable.
Yet there was something unsettling about it—the lip movements didn’t quite sync with the words, like a dubbed film out of alignment. Looking closer,
they wore small black devices beneath their chins.
‘Real-time Translation Devices…’
Those unaccustomed to such lavish service moved like broken tin soldiers as they entered.
Lee Dae-gwang in particular walked nearly on tiptoes, anxious about getting dirt from outside onto the thick carpet.
“Ha ha… this kind of treatment feels strange.”
“Right? More than strange—it’s depressing. Stuck with Gaebang of all places… meanwhile, some people live every day like this.”
Lee Ye-rim glanced sidelong at Jegal Seo-rin.
Sure enough, she was already seated with graceful composure, accepting the attendant’s escort with ease.
Feet together, hands arranged neatly, posture flawless—the bearing of someone who had spent a lifetime in such surroundings.
“Thank you. We’ll be able to travel comfortably because of you.”
“It is our honor to serve you.”
The Demon Spirit’s demeanor had become markedly more modern, influenced perhaps by Dan Cheon-woo’s memories.
“What should I call you from now on?”
“I’ve forgotten my old name. Please, just call me Cheon-woo for convenience.”
“That… yes, Cheon-woo…”
It felt strange to use that name for the face of someone they’d been trying to kill moments ago.
While Cheon Do-hyeon settled on how to address him, a small commotion erupted in one corner.
“Wow… there’s a shower room inside!”
“And—is that a pool table?”
The airship’s amenities were the cause.
Lee Ye-rim’s eyes gleamed like a child’s as she took in the airship’s various facilities.
Lee Dae-gwang adjusted his glasses as he made his way through each room, and eventually his jaw dropped.
Dan Cheon-woo graciously introduced the other services as well.
“That’s hardly all. I ordered the finest cuisine prepared.”
A banquet of delicacies prepared by chefs belonging to the Hwan-un Clan awaited them.
Along the long table, dishes with steam rising gently in white plumes were arranged in neat rows.
Dong Po Pork. Fragrant eggplant stir-fry. A dessert of shrimp poached in Longjing Tea. Properly brewed Pu-erh Tea released its enticing aroma.
“Slurp… there are so many dishes I’ve never seen before.”
“Yes, many seasonal specialties.”
Jegal Seo-rin, well-versed in Chinese cuisine, had already begun skillfully arranging portions of the various dishes onto her plate with practiced grace.
The rest of the party cautiously sampled a few items, following her lead.
One bite of Dong Po Pork.
The meat melted on the tongue, and the savory soy and subtle sweetness struck simultaneously.
“……!”
“It’s delicious!”
Lee Ye-rim pulled the dish toward her as if afraid someone might snatch it away.
Lee Dae-gwang took a sip of Pu-erh Tea, then sat with his eyes closed for a long moment, as if savoring the deep aroma.
Everyone’s meal was deeply satisfying.
The food disappeared as quickly as an eye blink.
“There was Peking Duck just a moment ago…!”
“That was an afterimage.”
“……”
After their fill of food, the group washed up and changed into the clean clothes that had been prepared for them.
The hot water seemed to wash away weeks of accumulated dirt and blood, along with the lingering traces of Demonic Energy in a single sweeping current.
There was a small incident as they emerged from their baths.
“Ye-rim… you looked like this?”
“Dae-gwang, you look like a movie star now that you’ve cleaned up!”
Lee Ye-rim and Lee Dae-gwang looked like entirely different people once the grime was gone and they’d donned fresh clothes.
Lee Ye-rim in particular—her wild, bristling hair had settled into a composed frame, and the perpetually fierce expression she’d always worn transformed into something else entirely.
The face that had seemed to harbor such raw frustration with society
now carried an undeniable feline charm.
Lee Dae-gwang’s rustic appearance had vanished as well. With his beard neatly trimmed and his hair combed back cleanly, he looked like a distinguished scholar.
Cheon Do-hyeon found himself particularly captivated by Lee Ye-rim’s transformation.
“You’re really beautiful, you know? You should dress like this all the time!”
“Enough. Stop flattering me.”
Lee Ye-rim waved her hand in embarrassment.
Even so, the tips of her ears flushed slightly pink.
“…My lord. But surely I’m prettier, aren’t I?”
That was when Jegal Seo-rin, who had been quiet until now, posed an awkward question.
“……”
Do-hyeon turned his gaze toward her.
There stood Seo-rin in a light cardigan draped over her shoulders instead of her usual white hanbok-style dress.
Her half-dried hair, still carrying that fresh moisture, fell softly along her shoulders.
There was a different kind of charm layered over her usual elegant purity.
Naturally, both possessed their own appeal.
Lee Ye-rim, with a dangerous allure so fierce it seemed she might scratch herself raw from within.
And Jegal Seo-rin, who appeared at first glance to be a virtuous and modest wife, yet harbored the cunning charm of a nine-tailed fox once you saw through her.
Each in her own way pushed things just slightly too far.
‘No matter whose side I take, this won’t end in a happy ending for everyone….’
“You’re both fine, I suppose…”
Cheon Do-hyeon tried to gloss over it carelessly, but when he glanced to the side, even Lee Ye-rim had her ears pricked up.
“….?”
Now that he thought about it, the cabin had fallen unnaturally silent.
Looking around, everyone was quietly closing their mouths and staring solely at Cheon Do-hyeon’s lips.
Even the flight attendants had stopped pouring drinks, standing frozen with empty cups in their hands.
A cold sweat ran down his spine.
“…You’re all waiting for my answer, aren’t you…?”
In the end, Cheon Do-hyeon couldn’t give an answer, and he found himself tormented by them for quite some time afterward.
“Ooooooh!”
“Indecisive fool.”
“Coward!”
“Just confess!”
“…Who said that last one?”
The group then underwent prepared massages to ease the fatigue from their bodies.
The skilled hands of trained masseurs loosened their stiffened shoulders and calves with gentle care.
All the fatigue that had accumulated while staying in China seemed to drain away completely.
“I’m sooooo drowsy, I don’t want to land…”
“Seriously…. I want to stay on board a little longer.”
“Should we just circle the world one more time?”
“Why are Korea and China so close?”
Outside the Demonic Flying Airship’s window, the landscape had gradually shifted to something familiar. Gray-toned cities, mountain ridges visible beyond them, buildings of a familiar style.
A typical Korean urban landscape.
And so the group crossed the border and found themselves back on Korean soil, which had already begun to feel like home.
“When we get back, we’ll rest some more.”
“I’m taking a break from work for a while myself.”
“Lord Cheon, when we reach Korea, please help me out. It’s my first time there….”
“……”
In any case, Seo-rin had changed as a person ever since Sipman Daesan.
‘It’s not as if a Demon Spirit has possessed her….’
It was natural—having faced a crisis together, she’d simply grown more at ease.
Yes, well, all’s well that ends well.
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Jegal Clan Head’s Office.
Afternoon sunlight lay in long streaks across the rosewood desk. Stacks of documents awaited his signature, beside them a half-empty cup of Pu-erh Tea. Resting next to these was his personal phone, which now vibrated once.
Buzz—
Jegal Gyeong’s concentration shattered, and he furrowed his brow.
Few people possessed his private number, so he set aside his irritation and reached for the phone to read the incoming message.
[Father, it’s me, Seo-rin…]
Reading the first sentence, his chest tightened.
To the world, he was called a Clan Head without blood or tears—but before his family, especially his daughter, he was merely an ordinary father.
He felt his fingers tremble slightly.
[Please don’t worry about me so much. Cheon Do-hyeon is taking good care of me.]
Crack—
For reasons he couldn’t name, the moment he read that second sentence, his expression froze cold.
The pen in his hand snapped in two without his conscious will.
Taking good care of her, she’d written. What did those words mean to a father with a daughter?
‘That Cheon Do-hyeon…! If he so much as lays a finger on my innocent Seo-rin, I’ll—’
[The expedition to Sipman Daesan was successful. Here’s what happened….]
What followed was a brief summary of events that had unfolded at Sipman Daesan after they left the Jegal Clan Estate.
“……!”
He’d heard rumors of a descendant of the Celestial Demon and had passed along information about Sipman Daesan, though he’d harbored few real hopes.
‘Accomplishments of this caliber…!’
Recruitment of the Hwan-un Clan’s third son.
Sacred Treasures of the Celestial Demon Cult.
Military forces of the Celestial Demon Cult.
As he read through the text, a chill ran down his spine.
‘But were there survivors from the Celestial Demon Cult? Military forces…’
Beyond that, he wondered how she’d secured the allegiance of the third son, and just how many Sacred Treasures had been acquired.
The message was too brief to contain such details, and as he read what little she’d summarized, curiosity bloomed in him like thirst.
He wanted to summon Jegal Seo-rin at once, sit her down, and hear the full account.
But judging by the timestamp, Jegal Seo-rin had already arrived back in Korea.
“…Sigh.”
With a wistful exhale, he continued reading.
And then Jegal Gyeong’s eyes stopped at the final sentence.
[Cheon Do-hyeon sent a gift to the Jegal Clan Estate—please don’t be surprised.]
“……”
A sentence that left an uneasy aftertaste.
A gift sent, and she warns him not to be surprised.
What on earth had he sent?
‘Probably something like a Sacred Treasure from the Celestial Demon Cult…. Does it contain mysteries profound enough to warrant such a warning?’
He was still lost in speculation when it happened.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!
Urgent pounding on the office door.
“My Lord! My Lord! Disaster has struck!”
Having served Jegal Gyeong for years, the servant dared not open the door, but called out urgently from beyond it.
“Monsters, monsters have appeared on Yung-jung Mountain!”
“What? Monsters?”
What an absurd report.
Though skeptical, he’d served alongside these attendants long enough to know they didn’t speak nonsense. He scrambled to arm himself and rushed out of the estate.
Thin mist wrapped around the ridgeline of Yung-jung Mountain. Through that haze—
“Ugh… aaaagh!”
A servant stumbled backward, crying out in terror.
And before that servant stood—
Grrrrrr—
Grotesque monsters that seemed merely to have borrowed human form, filling every space.
“!!!!”
Celestial Strength Guardians, Ghost General Guardians, and Blood Guardians—the protectors of the Celestial Demon Cult.
A corner of Yung-jung Mountain where birds once sang and wind stirred the branches now seemed to be fouled by the Demonic Energy they exhaled.
“Raise the Protective Formation, raise it now!”
Before those who hurried to establish the formation at Jegal Gyeong’s cry—
— Aaahhh….
— Crrrrrrr.
A mummified, desiccated thing in human form—a Celestial Strength Guardian—crept forward cautiously and held out something in its hand.
“What, what is this? Back away! Hwah!”
— Grrrrrr.
Baring its teeth as if enraged by Jegal Gyeong’s reaction, it dropped something at his feet without further ceremony, as if demanding he take it.
A long, cloth-wrapped object tumbled to the ground and unraveled, revealing what had been concealed.
It was—
“The Unsu Sword….”
The very blade Jegal Yun had given to Cheon Do-hyeon before they parted ways.
Only then could Jegal Gyeong deduce that these monsters were somehow connected to Cheon Do-hyeon.
“It can’t be….”
Don’t be shocked, was it…?
Jegal Gyeong hurriedly bent to gather up the Unsu Sword.
“What’s this?”
Inside the cloth wrapping lay a letter penned in careful handwriting.
The paper felt thick and smooth beneath his fingers—not ordinary stock, but aged parchment that appeared to have come from the Celestial Demon Cult’s main temple. The faint scent of ink clung to it.
The letter’s contents read as follows:
I have acquired a sword in Sipman Daesan.
As I cannot allow such a noble blade to remain with me,
I return it herewith.
Furthermore,
for the sake of the Jegal Clan’s safety,
I send a contingent of the Celestial Demon Cult’s elite forces
in the form of a garrison detail.
I hope these will ease the Clan Head’s worries….
— 58th Celestial Demon, Cheon Do-hyeon —
“……”
Jegal Gyeong’s hand trembled faintly as he read through the letter.
58th Celestial Demon.
Those five characters shone with a certain weight upon the page. It meant Cheon Do-hyeon had become the legitimate successor of the Celestial Demon Cult.
But contrary to the expectations of the 58th Celestial Demon,
Jegal Gyeong’s worries only mounted with each passing day.
“G-go on now, you can leave!”
Deaf to Jegal Gyeong’s protests, the Celestial Strength Guardian, the Ghost General Guardian, and the Blood Guardian faithfully guarded the area around Yung-jung Mountain according to Cheon Do-hyeon’s orders.
From that time onward, rumors spread that monsters had been spotted near Yung-jung Mountain, and people began to avoid the road leading to JG Investment.
And thus, by some stroke of fortune, the Jegal Clan had become safe from visitors!
“Damn it!!!”
Of course, this was hardly the form of protection they would have preferred.

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