Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 87

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“That’s not all. The young girls who left to find helpers brought back Muk-in Chongkwan from the Chongwanbu and Museong from Yakwang-jeon, didn’t they? Don’t you understand even now?”

Yakseol paused her breathing for dramatic effect, then continued with emphasis.

“We’re the only ones being left out…!”

“…!!”

Mahu was so shocked that she hit her back against the chair with a loud thud.

‘This can’t be. Yakseol is right.’

She got goosebumps.

How could she have said ‘go see Seo Yeon Khatun’ in such a situation?

In this grand flow of events, Mahu and her eldest son Cheonmu Hyeon were unable to exert any influence, and were even about to kick away an opportunity that had come to them.

Mahu grasped Yakseol’s hand tightly and said.

“Thank you, my daughter. Thanks to you, I’ve escaped a crisis.”

“Not at all, Mother. You must have been displeased by my clumsy actions, yet you’re being understanding. I’m simply grateful. And…”

Yakseol smiled brightly.

“Since things have come to this, how about expanding the game?”

* * *

“Fourth Young Master! What a pleasure to see a familiar face.”

“Have you been well? Sangwan Baek.”

Cheonmu Seong smiled warmly and welcomed Muk-in Chongkwan’s visit.

He was exactly the person with the skills they needed.

“I’ve been fine, except for the Fourth Young Master rejecting the Chongwanbu and holing up in Yakwang-jeon.”

“Haha. You haven’t changed.”

“If you submit a transfer request even now, I’ll promise you five times the treatment you receive at Yakwang-jeon.”

Museong smiled ambiguously at Muk-in Chongkwan’s enthusiastic recommendation.

‘Am I crazy?’

However, outwardly he spoke with a humble expression.

“As long as I can serve Mashin, what difference does it make where I work? Please distribute the good treatment you were going to give me to other subordinates. If five people receive twice the treatment, they’ll work even harder.”

“Tsk. There’s no one worthy of that.”

Museong didn’t bother to voice the fact that this very attitude was why the Chongwanbu had no people.

“Look carefully. There must be someone.”

As the deputy head of Yakwang-jeon, it was better for the Chongwanbu to collapse entirely than to unnecessarily displease the Sangwan Baek and fall out of favor.

After exchanging brief greetings, the two headed to the problematic location.

Muk-in Chongkwan stood at a distance, looking into the orchard and clicking his tongue.

It looked like Riser was sitting cross-legged in the center, surrounded by two Mazongs and Mujin.

“So it’s really true that both Mazongs are simultaneously guiding the child.”

“Indeed. Please hurry. If you deploy the Manheolseongchinbo, I’ll handle the rest.”

Muk-in Chongkwan nodded.

Then, as he concentrated, a dark blue orb formed like a droplet at his fingertips and floated directly above where Riser, the two Mazongs, and Mujin were entangled together.

“Miss Jegal, that martial art by any chance…”

“That’s right. It’s the one we saw in the classroom.”

Jegal Lin swallowed nervously.

The dark blue orb spun around Riser and her surroundings as if defining a territory, then shadows began to fall from its trajectory like black waves overflowing.

The unique martial art that Muk-in Chongkwan had devoted his life to designing from principle to implementation.

Manheolseongchinbo.

This amazing martial art was a demonic art among demonic arts that could draw a luminous map of energy flow from past and present with a single manipulation, like drawing constellations in darkness.

“I’m amazed every time I see it. I’ve never seen such beautiful demonic art.”

“I’m pleased that the Fourth Young Master says so, but will it be alright?”

Museong also knew what Muk-in Chongkwan was worried about.

The characteristic of Manheolseongchinbo, which made all energy flows and meridian usage traces visible as light, tended to be less useful the more skilled the opponent was.

It was the same with people like Swordmaster and Poison Master, who could only be called masters by anyone’s standards.

‘It’s certainly dazzling.’

The intense light spreading from the dantian, with all meridians activated to their limits, made it difficult to observe detailed energy flows. It just made everything look like a large mass of light.

“It’s fine.”

Museong smiled and opened the medical case he had brought.

Then he took out tinted glasses from an inner drawer and put them on his face with a click.

“As you can see, I’m quite well-prepared.”

Muk-in Chongkwan nodded with a pleased smile.

‘I should have brought him to the Chongwanbu.’

* * *

“I acknowledge defeat and formally apologize.”

“Yes, I accept. Now please eat the dumplings.”

“Alright…”

The effect of the Brachiosaurus was tremendous.

Mujin apologized for carelessly disparaging Riser’s imagination and accepted his defeat in the bet.

-The monster you created is more amazing than the dragon and phoenix I imagined!

Through this painful experience, Mujin grew one step further…

“It’s not a monster, it’s a dinosaur. Its name is Brachiosaurus.”

“Dinosaur? Terror dragon?”

Ah. So that’s what it meant.

Scientists really do name things carelessly.

“Tell me honestly. This is a setting you made in childhood, right? The name Brachiosaurus is unnecessarily fancy, so it seems like that kind of thing.”

Mujin thought the Brachiosaurus was purely Riser’s imagination and kept teasing her about it.

“I suppose one does think about dinosaurs a lot in childhood.”

But Riser was detached.

Since it wasn’t a setting she had created herself, being teased didn’t really affect her.

“By the way, anything is fine for the bet prize, right?”

“Oh right, there was that.”

Riser glared at Mujin.

If he was planning to weasel out of it, she wouldn’t let it slide.

“Hey. Don’t misunderstand. It’s just that the Brachiosaurus made everything in my head fly away. How could I think about trivial things like bets after seeing something like that?”

“I did though.”

“You were the one doing the surprising.”

Mujin continued the conversation while chewing on meat dumplings.

‘It was pointless, but it was worthwhile.’

For Riser, the reward for winning the bet was secondary at best.

What was important was diverting Mujin’s attention somehow so he could continue eating the meat dumplings he was sick of without much thought.

‘Roughly speaking, it looks like he’s finished about 60.’

That meant one cycle of internal energy had been transferred to Mujin.

If she could transfer just half a cycle more, the tedious dumpling eating show would be over.

“So what do you want? I’ll buy you anything, just say it.”

“Will you really buy me anything?”

Riser’s eyes sparkled.

Mujin chuckled and nodded.

“If it’s for sale.”

There was no need to add various face-saving conditions.

Among things sold for money, there was nothing in Mount Shiwandai that Mujin couldn’t buy.

“Then please buy me land.”

Riser answered as if she had been waiting for this.

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