Reincarnation of the Blood Demon - Chapter 19

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Blood Demon’s Rebirth
Chapter 19
Sword Mountain Blood Sea
The road to Qilian Mountain, leading to Blood Sect Headquarters.
“……Hm.”
The landscape that came into view bore no resemblance to the squalid appearance of Namhwa County.
It was a ceaseless vista of grandeur and dread combined—utterly beyond description.
Between blood-red pavilions that pierced the sky, colossal statues of blood demons stood arrayed in overwhelming display.
Within the thick crimson mist that spread like blood itself, an endless chant from somewhere pressed down on all sides, layering the already heavy and oppressive air until it crushed the very breath from the body.
‘Ghost Whisper,’ then.
A form of sorcery conducted through the senses of hearing.
It was the Headquarters’ defense—a measure that disoriented the direction sense and mind of any who entered its sphere of influence.
And it wasn’t merely Ghost Whisper; high-level Formation Arrays had been woven into this place as well, the blood mist that filled all directions being precisely that.
Any intruder without leave would never reach the Headquarters—they would wander eternally in that fog until they perished.
Truly, it was an impregnable fortress ruled by madness and deception.
When at last they reached the imposing Xuansteel Gate, both figures came to an abrupt halt.
“We have arrived.”
The Blood Sect’s elite infested the Headquarters.
Among them stood the Blood Heaven Palace, where the Blood Demon dwelled.
And beyond that, the Blood Demon Hall, where the Sect Master carried out his duties.
Two Blood Heaven Guards stood watch at the gate, their expressionless eyes sweeping over Jeok Unhui—the Third Young Master, who had not set foot in the Headquarters in five years.
Yet there was not the slightest flicker of disturbance in their gaze.
“…….”
Ju Igyeom’s expression grew enigmatic as he faced the Blood Heaven Guards, while Jeok Unhui’s eyes brightened with interest.
‘They’re cut from different cloth than those trash that swaggered in Namhwa County.’
This was not the sickening aura steeped in demonic techniques.
It was the refined killing intent that only true warriors could emit—honed through repeated trials on blood-soaked battlefields and in hellish crucibles of refinement.
They possessed the caliber of elite bodyguards to the Sect Master.
‘Yes, at least the guard detail should be sound.’
Jeok Unhui’s lips curved upward in satisfaction as he turned his gaze away.
The heavy Xuansteel Gate that divided the Blood Demon Hall from the outside world.
Carved in bas-relief upon that gate-thick wall was the image of a lone warrior, fighting single-handedly against countless opponents.
For some reason, it was not unfamiliar to him.
‘The Great Triumph of Blood Mountain?’
Whether in the sheer cliff-like terrain or in the attire of the opposing warriors charging forward—it all remained vivid in his memory.
It was among the most celebrated of feats performed by Jeok Sahyeok, the Blood Demon of five hundred years past, when he had single-handedly slaughtered hundreds while facing the main force of the Sado Alliance.
Seeing his own past life become legend, carved into a gate itself, stirred something strange within him.
As Jeok Unhui gazed at it for a moment, one of the Blood Heaven Guards standing watch at the Blood Demon Hall spoke in a low voice.
“The Third Young Master has arrived.”
The moment that quiet voice resonated through the space.
Screeeech——
With a metallic shriek, the massive Xuansteel Gate swung open of its own accord.
Within the revealed darkness of the Blood Demon Hall sat a figure upon a colossal blood-red Jade Throne, radiating an ominous and dignified presence.
‘……The Sect Master.’
Jeok Wiggeuk, the Blood Demon of this age.
‘Impressive. So he hasn’t been entirely stagnant after all.’
Adjusting an object of such mass through Void Manipulation required both advanced internal cultivation and considerable skill.
Even from that brief movement alone, one could sense that the Sect Master had reached no ordinary level of mastery.
“Come.”
A short, weighty command followed, and Jeok Unhui walked forward without hesitation.
Whoooosh——!
As the gate opened, a tremendous Qi Pressure surged forth like a wave, threatening to strangle the very breath.
Any ordinary master would have been overwhelmed, unable to take even a single step, yet Jeok Unhui’s stride remained utterly steady.
Step, step.
He treaded upon the Crimson Carpet that stretched before him, finally coming to a halt beneath the Jade Throne.
Ju Igyeom, standing beside him, fell to one knee with practiced ease, offering his respects.
“I bow before the Blood Honored One.”
But Jeok Unhui neither knelt nor bowed—he stood perfectly upright, meeting the gaze of Jeok Wiggeuk upon the throne directly.
Silence descended upon the Blood Demon Hall, and a tense atmosphere hung heavy in the air.
The audacity to meet the Sect Master’s eyes—an act of such irreverence that losing one’s head would scarcely seem a price to pay.
“…….”
A flicker of something unfamiliar began to stir in the Sect Master’s eyes.
“It’s been a long time.”
Jeok Unhui broke the silence first, his voice carrying neither fear nor deference—only a languid, brazen tone.
Jeok Unhui offered a casual bow, then smiled wickedly.
“Father.”
“……!”
The address was deliberately provocative.
Even Ju Igyeom, who had been kneeling, looked up in shock at the Sect Master, though the Sect Master’s reaction remained composed.
“It has been a long time.”
A penetrating gaze fixed itself upon Jeok Unhui like an arrow finding its mark.
“Has it truly?”
An ordinary man would have buckled under the weight of being regarded by a Blood Demon, but Jeok Unhui received it without flinching.
“Yes. Five years, to be precise.”
The Sect Master studied him in silence.
His eyes held the look of one recalling a not-distant past.
At the clash with the Founder of the Jeok Clan, father and son had surely locked eyes.
When Jeok Unhui showed no reaction, as though oblivious to it all, the Sect Master drummed the armrest once and spoke again.
“Have you overcome your body constitution?”
After testing his son once, he moved straight to the heart of the matter, without even a greeting.
There was no warmth to be found—no joy at seeing his son after so long, none of those sentiments one might expect.
Jeok Unhui made no objection and nodded.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Struggling to survive, inspiration struck me. There’s no law saying one must die, is there?”
“I see.”
He nodded as though unmoved, yet something like heat flickered briefly in his eyes before dimming.
It was only a moment—impossible to grasp entirely.
The Sect Master continued as though nothing had happened.
“What you displayed against the martial artists of Namhwa County must be the fruit of this.”
“Correct.”
Jeok Unhui affirmed it readily.
“I could share the technique with you, if you wish.”
“No. Such a constitution would only be usable by someone like you. There is no point.”
He was right. Even Jeok Unhui, who in his previous life had ascended to absolute power and seen and heard much, had encountered the Xueaxing Xueyuan Body for the first time.
‘From the beginning, anything less than a Third Young Master’s physique wouldn’t survive even three years.’
He suspected that was why it had never been recorded in history.
They died before ever being documented. He might well be the only one in a thousand years.
The Sect Master’s questions continued.
“Namhwa County has been turbulent of late. Why?”
“I seized the opportunity to instill some discipline. Left idle, they seemed to have forgotten who their master was.”
“By what measure did you decide which sects to eradicate and which to spare?”
“Those who overstepped were purged. One cannot carry decay. Rotten flesh must be cut away.”
“Well spoken.”
The Sect Master yielded more readily than expected.
Jeok Unhui had braced himself for censure over his reckless actions, yet the Sect Master seemed genuinely to approve of his words.
‘So the elders are at odds with him over demonic techniques—he’s still sharp, it seems.’
Yet how could such a man have been so harsh to his own son?
Jeok Unhui suspected various political entanglements were at work, but let it pass for now. His own arrival was not without purpose—he had come with a request.
“Which brings me to my point. I have a request.”
“A request?”
A glimmer of interest crossed the Sect Master’s eyes.
As the reports had shown, he stood before his father and asked directly for what he needed, without hesitation.
Jeok Unhui spoke without ceremony.
“I wish to establish my own organization. Grant me permission.”
This was the matter of a personal military force he had mentioned to Ma Hyeol-jin long ago.
Leaving the branch sects of Namhwa County to languish in disarray indefinitely would be folly.
To compete with other capable figures within the sect, one needed a power base of one’s own—that much was essential.
The number of sects he had reorganized and brought under his dominion this time was considerable; together, they would amount to far more than a mere military force.
“…….”
The Sect Master did not answer immediately.
He simply gazed at Jeok Unhui with cold, penetrating eyes.
At that, Jeok Unhui added with brazen composure.
“Why, don’t my elder brothers each have their own organizations as well?”
“That was possible because those fools earned their merits fairly.”
“And isn’t subduing Namhwa County in less than ten days a merit in itself?”
“One might say the true failure was leaving it neglected until now.”
The Sect Master’s profound gaze fixed upon Jeok Unhui.
His meaning was clear: Namhwa County was territory that rightfully belonged to the Third Young Master, so allowing it to remain abandoned all this time was the real fault.
Jeok Unhui let out a soft laugh and replied.
“So pushing a son toward death, yet finding it so difficult to grant him a mere organization—is that what you’re saying?”
His words were even more provocative than before, yet the Sect Master’s expression remained unmoved.
That arrogant, fierce gaze—as if daring him to continue.
And Jeok Unhui did exactly that.
“From the start, you sent me to die, didn’t you? Cast into a foreign land at ten years old, with a body constitution barely better than a cripple’s. Unlike my brothers, I received no support befitting the True Son—only a single guard. Yet if unifying Namhwa County in that state is not a merit, then what difference is there between that and your hoping I would die?”
Even then, the Sect Master did not answer.
He merely observed Jeok Unhui in silence, as if asking whether he had finished.
Jeok Unhui released his final words.
“This is my first request in fifteen years of life, Father. Do you despise me that much?”
……!
He asked because he genuinely wished to know.
Jeok Unhui had expected little reaction, but the Sect Master’s face hardened at those words.
Within his blood-red eyes, blue light surged violently.
“Surely not…….”
The moment Jeok Unhui was about to say more—
“Enough.”
Thud———.
A pressure so intense that breathing became difficult descended upon the entire Blood Demon Hall.
……!
The Sect Master, his gaze restored, now laid bare his Internal Cultivation.
Jeok Unhui did not retreat, meeting his eyes directly.
In an instant, he was pulled into the Sect Master’s heart.
* * *
Splash—.
Whoooosh———
The sound of waves from somewhere, and around his ankles, a hot, viscous liquid coiling tight.
Suddenly, Jeok Unhui realized he stood in an entirely different world.
“What is this…….”
An endless sea of blood sprawled before his eyes.
And when he lifted his gaze, what appeared to him was a Sword Mountain in the center of that blood sea, formed from countless blades stacked upon one another, reaching toward the heavens.
The world of Sword Mountain Blood Sea.

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