Reincarnation of the Blood Demon - Chapter 39

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Blood Demon Hall Reborn
Episode 39
Why in the world is this here?
This level of the Blood Heaven Secret Repository was devoted to martial arts—the accumulated martial knowledge of the Blood Sect, refined and collected over long centuries.
The level itself resembled a small library, with shelves stacked floor to ceiling with secret texts—a sight grand enough to inspire awe.
‘Not bad at all.’
The martial techniques here belonged overwhelmingly to the highest echelon, far removed from the degraded Blood Art he’d witnessed until now—techniques worthy of being called superior in every sense.
But.
‘I don’t particularly need any of this.’
He possessed the Heavenly Blood Sea Technique.
As he’d said before, the Heavenly Blood Sea Technique was the pinnacle of all Blood Arts.
Whether later generations had produced anything comparable remained another question, but certainly nothing in the Blood Heaven Secret Repository matched it.
The newly conceived Bright Moon Extreme Mirror Art was itself undoubtedly a Divine Technique, so there was no immediate need for additional martial methods.
Thus Jeak Unhwi merely skimmed through the later schools of martial learning at a leisurely pace, and it proved far more instructive than expected.
‘Fascinating. The trajectory of martial development laid bare in a single glance.’
The techniques of the Blood Heaven Secret Repository were organized chronologically.
Tracing backward through time, he could observe every fashion that had prevailed in each era, every decline and flourishing—the entire current of progression.
For Jeak Unhwi, this was a revelation.
‘In my day, there was no time for record-keeping or preservation.’
When the Blood Heaven Divine Sect was founded, the Central Plains was chaos incarnate.
The realm fractured into warring splinters, a pandemonium where anyone with strength dared proclaim themselves sovereign.
In an age where survival consumed every moment, the factions that preserved the records and wisdom of earlier generations were vanishingly rare—and they had, by the present era, become known as the Nine Great Factions and One Alliance and the Five Great Families.
‘So that’s where the strength of these so-called righteous sects draws its deep roots.’
Conversely, this explained why the majority of the heterodox black-path and demonic sects wielded little power across the realm.
‘They lack foundation.’
A single brilliant prodigy might flash across the sky for a moment, but without institutional backing, he was merely a brief anomaly, nothing more.
The Blood Sect had endured precisely because its founder, Jeak Unhwi himself, transcended the mere category of genius.
‘Otherwise, even the fiends wouldn’t have dared erase my existence entirely.’
This was fact, not boast.
Though they had expelled the Heavenly Blood Sea Technique and warped history, Jeak Sahyuk remained in the records as the founder of the Blood Heaven Divine Sect and as a human being.
Even the mysterious force that corrupted the Blood Sect had not succeeded in obliterating Jeak Sahyuk as an individual.
‘There are more than enough mysteries left to unearth.’
For instance: when exactly had the Heavenly Blood Sea Technique been erased?
How had the Blood Sect evolved before the Blood Demon emerged?
According to the records, there was a gap of roughly a hundred years between his death and the appearance of the Blood Demon, Jeak Domyeong.
It was beyond his reach now, but eventually, this too would demand investigation.
‘And separately—there was no Divided Mind Technique.’
That had been his primary focus in searching this level.
Finding the Divided Mind Technique, capable of wielding two mutually antagonistic forces—Blood Energy and Demonic Energy—simultaneously.
He had searched meticulously, leaving nothing to chance, yet found not a single technique resembling the Divided Mind Technique.
“I thought there’d be at least one.”
With a touch of regret, Jeak Unhwi simply ascended to the next level.
The third level, as perhaps inevitably, proved to be the medicinal repository.
The Blood Sect’s secret elixirs and rare medicines plundered from elsewhere were preserved in neat boxes—and astonishingly, among them lay a Great Returning Elixir.
‘When on earth did they steal this?’
The Blood Heaven Secret Repository itself was, upon reflection, nothing less than a colossal accumulation of sin.
Of course, if it galled them, they should have grown stronger—not his concern.
‘In my current state, ordinary elixirs hold no meaning, but the Great Returning Elixir—that’s different.’
At this juncture, where the balance of yin and yang was paramount, an influx of external Vital Energy would be catastrophic. The slightest imbalance and the Bright Moon would collapse, rupturing inward.
Yet the Great Returning Elixir alone was an exception.
Among all the elixirs under heaven, it was said to carry only the most pristine essence—the supreme medicine.
Containing no bias toward any single nature, its pure essence could not possibly disrupt the harmony of yin and yang. Moreover, it excelled at restoring Internal Injuries—so superior that the Blood Spirit Pill he had once received from the sect master was scarcely worth mentioning by comparison.
‘True, to the demonic masters of the Heavenly Mountains, it’s reputed to be deadly poison…’
Yet though the essence itself was pure, the entire process of refining the Great Returning Elixir had mobilized the secret teachings of Thousand-Year Shaolin. The Buddhist influence had permeated it that thoroughly.
Buddhist methods were renowned for their Breaking Evil power, so it was only natural that the demonic lords of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, who openly cultivated evil techniques, would be struck by it as fatal toxin.
But the Blood Sect?
‘We’re perfectly sound.’
It was a common misconception among martial artists, but Blood Energy itself bore no relation whatsoever to Demonic nature.
The source of Blood Energy was, naturally, blood—the fundamental life force of humanity—so with the Great Returning Elixir’s essence, there would be only synergistic benefit, never any adverse effect.
‘…Though, thinking about it more, that’s not quite right.’
The Blood Sect has become far too twisted.
It would prove devastatingly effective against those madmen who built their power through Human Sacrifice Offerings—as ruinous to them as a devil’s art. Their Internal Energy was nowhere near the purity of true Blood Energy.
There was good reason why such a magnificent elixir lay gathering dust in storage.
His satisfaction plummeted as quickly as it had risen.
Jeak Unhwi frowned bitterly, turning the matter over in his mind.
‘Should I just take the Great Returning Elixir?’
Weapons and martial techniques held no great appeal. The same went for elixirs in general—but the Great Returning Elixir posed no such problem.
‘If I took that, I could recover from all my current Internal Injuries.’
More than recover—there would be an enormous surge of energy left over. That remainder alone would be enough to elevate a third-rate warrior all the way to the Peak Realm.
The Great Returning Elixir was said to be foremost among all man-made pills. Such an effect was only fitting.
Unless there was something else he hadn’t considered, taking the Great Returning Elixir would be the best choice.
‘Somehow, though, it doesn’t appeal to me.’
Jeak Unhwi, his brow furrowed, moved forward nonetheless.
He hadn’t yet made a final decision, and besides, he hadn’t explored the entirety of the Blood Heaven Secret Repository. Something better might still await him.
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Climbing another level until he reached the fourth floor—the highest level of the Blood Heaven Secret Repository.
Jeak Unhwi squinted and muttered to himself.
“Maybe I should just take the Great Returning Elixir and be done with it……?”
Odds and ends.
That was the only way to describe it.
One might ask how such things could occupy the renowned Blood Heaven Secret Repository, but only Jeak Unhwi could know.
“……This is literally just my diary.”
His voice trailed off in a daze.
For once bearing an expression of genuine shame, Jeak Unhwi flipped open a worn, weathered tome.
─Got scolded by Sibi again for leaving clothes scattered about everywhere. I’m supposed to be the sect master—why am I so powerless? Feeling down, might go gamble a bit…….
Snap!
“Damn it all.”
Jeak Unhwi shut the diary with unseemly haste. His pupils trembled as he scanned the title of the tome.
[Blood Heaven Secret Records]
An unnecessarily grandiose title. Of course, it wasn’t one he’d chosen.
A diary he’d written on idle whims—given such an impressive name, passed down to posterity.
‘Of all things, to write down such pathetic nonsense…….’
For the first time in ages, Jeak Unhwi felt vertigo wash over him. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Just thinking of how many people over the centuries had read this made him dizzy.
The problem was, this floor held more than just the Blood Heaven Secret Records.
[Blood Heaven Travel Records]
This one was a list of decent restaurants he’d noted while traveling about.
[Blood Heaven Heart Demon Extinction Technique]
That ominous-sounding title actually contained gossip and complaints about elder disciples and subordinates.
‘Seems like everything worthless under the sun ended up collected here.’
Thus, the fourth floor was the hall of relics.
At least, so the design suggested—the records and artifacts left by ancestors were displayed on this highest level as things of utmost importance.
Later sect masters had apparently been selective, preserving only what seemed worthwhile. But his ancestor Jeak Sak-hyeok had scraped together everything in the name of honoring the founder’s teachings.
‘How can the world be so cruel?’
Now it was clear why the Blood Sect was treated as a devil’s faction. Had he known such pathetic records would be preserved for posterity, he’d have written nothing of the sort.
He wanted nothing more than to burn it all on the spot—but doing so would mean life-or-death combat with the current sect master. So he held himself back.
‘If I ever become sect master again, I’ll burn every last one of these without fail.’
Vowing thus, with a deeply dejected expression, Jeak Unhwi swept his gaze across the fourth floor before turning to leave.
“There’s nothing worth taking here.”
A space filled only with worthless records and relics.
For scholars, it would be invaluable. For him, it was not.
And so, just as he was about to descend to the third floor where the Great Returning Elixir awaited.
“Hm?”
Jeak Unhwi stopped abruptly, his gaze shifting.
“Why is that here?”
An object left abandoned in a corner of this relic hall—something whose purpose was unclear even on this floor.
It was something Jeak Unhwi himself had nearly missed on his initial pass.
The instant he confirmed what it was, his previously hollow eyes blazed with sudden light.
“Ah, I nearly forgot about this!”
The single object to take from the Blood Heaven Secret Repository—now it was decided.
* * *
Back again, the Blood Demon Hall.
“……Are you quite certain that will suffice?”
Jeak Wiguk, his expression inscrutable, regarded Jeak Unhwi with the question.
The youngest son stood clutching some dark iron sphere in his palm as though it were a treasure beyond measure.
This was not what they had authorized him to retrieve, yet the boy nodded with genuine satisfaction written across his face.
“Yes, of course.”
“……Do you even know what it is?”
“I simply had a good feeling about it.”
Jeak Wiguk fell silent, at a loss for words. What could one say to intuition, after all?
“That artifact has been stored in our sect precisely because no one could determine its purpose. Valuable as Eternal Cold Iron may be……”
Eternal Cold Iron of that size could be procured anywhere, with no need to trouble the Blood Heaven Secret Repository.
Even Heuk Jigwang trailed off, seemingly unable to make sense of it.
Bearing the concern of all the elders upon his shoulders, Jeak Unhwi smiled with perfect confidence.
“Then this shall be my choice.”
It had to be this.
The mysterious iron sphere he had drawn from the Blood Heaven Secret Repository.
It was nothing less than the key to unlocking the legacy of Blood Heaven itself.

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