Reincarnation of the Blood Demon - Chapter 9

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Blood Demon Reincarnation
Chapter 9
Suction Blood Origin Constitution
‘This is absurd.’
Juk Unchwe, his eyes closed in meditation as he examined his own body, let out a hollow laugh.
“It’s already healing?”
He couldn’t say exactly how much time had passed since entering Yunqi Zhuoshi, but it couldn’t have been more than a day.
Yet the meridians that had been grievously damaged in the deadly duel were nearly healed.
‘Perhaps it’s because my body has adapted to this savage constitution, and this is the most robustly developed region.’
Bone and tendon were also regenerating noticeably, though slower than the meridians.
Even accounting for his deliberate focus on recovery during Yunqi Zhuoshi, the rate of healing made no sense.
‘Even Shaolin’s monks probably don’t recover like this.’
Those warrior monks of Shaolin who trained in the supreme External Cultivation—the Yijin Jing that Bodhidharma himself was said to have left behind—eventually reaching the Vajra Indestructible Body.
Could they truly achieve this degree of regenerative power?
He doubted it.
‘This flesh grows more wondrous each time I examine it.’
Even as a wry smile crossed his lips, Juk Unchwe’s expression grew grave once more.
‘Yet with all this flesh, survival itself is hardly guaranteed.’
Healed meridians and bone meant nothing—the chronic affliction that plagued him had not improved one whit.
If anything, the vicious Baleful Qi coursed more violently through the restored pathways.
‘Which is why I must act now.’
Before anyone took notice, in this calm before the storm—the safest window.
And while this body still possessed enough vitality to sustain him.
‘The body hasn’t fully recovered… but there’s no helping it.’
In this situation, time was everything. It was worth accepting some risk.
Yet frankly, the path forward remained murky.
‘Normally, to cure a sickly constitution, one would need to…’
Undertake systematic exercise, cultivate regular and healthy habits.
Or perhaps consume transcendent Spiritual Medicine, achieving complete rebirth from the foundation itself.
‘But none of that works for me.’
What this body carried was no mere illness—it was a curse.
‘Suction Blood Origin Constitution.’
An aberrant physiology that drew in the world’s Qi with every breath.
The problem was that it consumed not just pure energy, but every murky and corrupt force as well.
Even now, Juk Unchwe’s body accumulated Baleful Qi as though possessed by spirits.
‘No wonder I’m frail.’
All his life force was spent suppressing the Baleful Qi that filled him—no wonder even walking felt like torment.
Spiritual Medicine? Pouring pure energy into a body choked with Baleful Qi would only cause conflict.
In the end, there was only one solution.
‘The Baleful Qi must be eliminated.’
All the fundamental problems stemmed from it.
Once the Baleful Qi was gone, the body would recover naturally.
More than recover—he was certain he would grow stronger than any ordinary External Cultivation master.
‘The potential slumbering in the Third Young Master’s body exceeds even what I possessed in my past life.’
Without deliberate cultivation, it would strengthen naturally through martial training.
But theory and practice were not the same.
This constitution had an entrance but no exit—ordinary Yunqi Zhuoshi couldn’t expel it.
‘Even I can’t grasp how to do it, and that says everything.’
It felt as though heaven itself had decreed he should abandon all hope of longevity.
But Juk Unchwe was not one to accept such a verdict meekly.
‘If there’s no exit…’
He would simply carve one open himself.
“I’ll break through and forge my own path.”
It was crude, simple, and violent—but also the most effective method.
Yet that approach required him first to gather the Baleful Qi spread throughout his entire body into a single point.
‘I must compress it.’
Compress the Baleful Qi throughout his frame to its limit, then expel it all at once.
The concept wasn’t difficult. The execution was the problem.
‘How do I gather scattered Baleful Qi into one place?’
This was the greatest obstacle of all.
The Baleful Qi had already burrowed deep into his blood vessels and marrow, taking root. It would not yield simply to the prodding of his will.
He needed something else—a stronger force.
‘A force powerful enough to draw in all the Baleful Qi from his limbs and the finest meridians of his entire body.’
And such a force, he already knew.
‘The Suction Blood Origin Constitution.’
Over the past four days, while remaining in his quarters, Juk Unchwe had examined his own constitution and flesh with meticulous care. He was certain.
‘With the Suction Blood Origin Constitution, I can draw out even Baleful Qi.’
Shhh, huuuh—
As he stilled his mind, his breath flowed forth with measured calm.
The scant True Qi remaining within his body, together with freshly drawn Qi channeled through his breathing, responded to Juk Unchwe’s will.
Thus summoned, the Qi wrapped around his entire form like a guardian aura—from crown to sole, leaving not the smallest gap.
In other words, he sealed it so completely that no external Qi could flow inward.
‘This body is like an endless vortex that devours all it touches.’
So what would happen if he forcibly blocked every opening of that vortex?
‘Ordinarily, a vortex would simply cease—but my case is different.’
Unlike a vortex, the Suction Blood Origin Constitution was an inborn nature. It could never vanish so long as he drew breath.
Sealing the entrance would not erase it; instead, it would seek an outlet and rage all the more violently.
The consequence was inevitable.
‘All the pulling force directed outward would instead turn inward upon my own body.’
In that instant.
Crack, crack, crack……
From the Baihui Point at the crown of his head to the Yongquan Point at the sole of his foot.
A strange, piercing suction arose in a heartbeat.
The pull, faint at first, swiftly gathered strength.
It was startling that this was no artificial manipulation at all—merely the raw, natural power born of his constitution itself.
‘No wonder the body cannot endure when this remains constantly active.’
But there was one difference from his ordinary state. Now, in this moment, it obeyed entirely Juk Unchwe’s will.
‘Who says one must sit quietly and await death? I need only turn it against itself.’
Crack, crack, crack, crack—!
As if to mock Juk Unchwe’s resolve, the suction suddenly intensified.
A terrible pain, as though his very entrails were being wrung. It screamed at him to release, to let go, to surrender.
His insides twisted, and dark, congealed blood trickled from the corner of his mouth—yet he did not withdraw the Qi encasing his body.
Instead, he curled his lips and laughed, his face flushed with blood-red fervor.
‘So that is the principle.’
During those four days of study, he had only hazarded guesses; now, having felt it in his own flesh, he understood with certainty.
‘All thirty-six thousand acupoints of my body, and all three hundred sixty-five blood vessels, are already open.’
Ordinary martial artists must practice to open closed passages—but I was born with the lock already broken, the doors standing wide.
With the boundary between inner and outer collapsed, external Qi pours into my hollow frame like water flowing from high to low.
That is the true nature of the Suction Blood Origin Constitution.
‘If one grasps the phenomenon and its cause with precision……’
One can express it structurally, like a formula.
Just as countless Great Masters in the Jianghu derived martial arts from natural phenomena, so too did Juk Unchwe.
The operating principle of the Suction Blood Origin Constitution—mere constitution though it was—inscribed itself naturally in his mind like the incantations of a divine technique.
—No Boundary Between Inner and Outer; The Body as Boundless Void.
Since no border separates inside from outside, this form becomes one with the infinite emptiness of the cosmos.
—Emptiness Hungers for Fullness; Hunger Devours All Things.
Hollowness begets the craving to be filled, and that craving swallows every mote of creation.
And thus at last.
‘Xingxue is achieved.’
This was the heart of the Suction Blood Origin Constitution—and the unnamed divine technique born in this moment.
‘As yet it has no name, and it is incomplete……’
But with careful refinement, it would surely become a masterwork worthy of being called a Divine Technique.
In the moment between death and life, another martial art had been created.
It should have been impossible—yet it became possible because the one who achieved it was the founder of Hyeolcheon Shinjiao.
‘For now I use it upon myself, but if I could only redirect this pulling force toward an external enemy……’
A monster would be born that devoured every scrap of Qi it touched.
A chill of dark imagination lingered only briefly before Juk Unchwe’s expression, eyes still closed, grew grave once more.
‘Such research can wait until after I have escaped this crucible.’
For this was no time to indulge in luxury.
Crack, crack, crack—
From fingertip to sole, the suction force worked through every inch of his body without exception.
If there was a force pulling inward, then there had to be a source.
The source was the Dantian.
A considerable mass of Baleful Qi accumulated in the blood vessels of his body was being drawn down into the Dantian with tremendous force.
‘So, you were the crux of it all.’
It was as he’d anticipated.
There was no other reason why the darkest energies would gather at the Dantian.
Crunch-crunch-crunch…!
Though the Dantian had already reached its limit, the Baleful Qi forcing its way in compressed itself stubbornly, carving out space.
Those energies—dark and ominous enough to be called the breath of death itself—now gathered even more thickly than before.
Crack—crack—.
In an instant, frost began to form on the skin around Juk Unchwe’s Dantian.
The moment the scattered Baleful Qi converged in one place, that energy reached the absolute extreme of Yin Qi.
It resembled at first glance the work of a master of Ice Technique, but it was entirely different.
The frost blooming across the skin was not clean white, but rather an intensely dark, sinister black.
“Ugh…!”
The blood vessels around the Dantian were corroded by a savage cold.
A pain that felt as though his bones were freezing and shattering tore through Juk Unchwe’s mind.
Yet he paid it no mind.
Instead, using the incantation he had just devised, he pulled even harder at the Baleful Qi.
Crackle-crackle-crack—!!
The Dantian, ready to rupture at any moment, continued to receive an influx of Baleful Qi.
When even the last grain of Baleful Qi that could be drawn up had gathered in the Dantian, he moved.
“Krrgh…!”
Juk Unchwe, grinding his teeth, reversed the incantation he had been chanting.
The force that had acted from outside to inside now reversed, working from inside to outside.
In truth, casually reversing an incantation that had only just been created was tantamount to suicide.
But this monstrous body and the seasoned will of an absolute master made it possible.
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
The Baleful Qi compressed in the Dantian reversed course in an instant.
Even amid this, with tremendous mental fortitude, Juk Unchwe suppressed the waves of Baleful Qi without a tremor, ensuring that no vital vessels were damaged.
As a carriage travels smoothly down a well-maintained road, the Baleful Qi rushed swiftly along the blood vessels.
What remained now was to cleanly expel the Baleful Qi that had reversed through the predetermined channels.
There was, however, one problem.
‘The energy is far stronger than I anticipated.’
It was so heavy and cold that he could feel the movement of the energy distinctly himself.
Compared to any cold he had experienced before, it was on an entirely different scale.
It felt like swallowing whole an iceberg made of eternal ice.
‘Damn it—even when I fought those Bing Gong bastards, it was nothing like this.’
If things continued this way, before he could expel it, the blood vessels through which the Baleful Qi passed would freeze and shatter.
This meant that extreme Yin Qi was seeping into his body.
The moment it did, he would feel unbearable pain and become a living chunk of ice.
It was all the more dangerous because vital organs like the heart and lungs lay close by.
One misstep and all his internal organs would freeze solid.
‘The esophagus won’t work. Then…’
He altered the pathway on the fly.
Abandoning his plan to expel it through his mouth, he redirected the flow of Baleful Qi toward a body part that was near and dispensable in an emergency. His left arm.
Crunch-crunch-crunch—!
As the Baleful Qi traveled from his shoulder through his forearm and wrist, and finally burst through the palm of his hand, Juk Unchwe’s eyes snapped open.
With his remaining hand, he gripped his left wrist firmly.
“Now—.”
Screech!
The moment the cursed Suction Blood Origin Constitution deployed in reverse.
“Get out of my body.”
A chunk of Baleful Qi erupted like a projectile, tearing cleanly through the wall of Bangjujeon and flying far beyond.
Boom—!!

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