The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 123

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Chapter 123: Establishing Discipline at the Construction Site

The upper realm is also a world.

To live a basic life, a physical body is needed.

Immortals have no problem.

Because they ascend while keeping their physical bodies intact through transformation.

However, the Cheonin and sinners are different.

Bodies must be created for them.

For the Cheonin, to enable them to enjoy bliss and happiness; for sinners, to make them feel pain and despair.

For this reason, the Cheonin are granted healthy, vibrant, top-grade physical bodies, while sinners are given worthless, shabby bodies.

Though made similarly, the sinners’ bodies have limitations.

But very occasionally, those who try to transcend the limits of their worthless bodies often appear.

Especially martial artists.

Those who try to approach the level they achieved in the human world.

They were souls who had once experienced being absolute masters.

They remembered all the martial arts formulas they had learned when they were human.

One of them was Hyeolma.

The leader of the Blood Sect.

A martial artist who was notorious as a public enemy of Gangho Murim long before the Cheonma Divine Cult was born.

After his death, he fell to Black Bottom Hell and was doing hard labor digging the ground without rest, but he was firmly determined to escape this hell someday.

Hyeolma never gave up.

He had lost the body he had in the human world, but there was a body that could replace it.

Even if it was a worthless body.

Rather, this stimulated Hyeolma’s desire to challenge himself.

Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong.

The demonic internal energy cultivation method that defies heaven.

He secretly practiced Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong.

Deceiving the eyes of Chasa and Saja, avoiding even the attention of the fearsome Pangwan, in the terrifying hell, with an indomitable soul, with a heart that would never break.

Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong has seven stages in total.

Hyeoljong (Blood Seed), which plants the seed of true blood – this is the beginning, then Hyeolgeun (Blood Root) takes root.

Hyeoljang (Blood Growth) develops the power of blood energy, Hyeolhwa (Blood Harmony) harmoniously guides body and soul, Hyeoljeon (Blood Completion) achieves mastery of the divine art, Hyeolcheon (Blood Heaven) transcends human status, and Hyeolsin (Blood God) becomes an omnipotent being.

The mastery of Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong is precisely Hyeolsin (Blood God).

He would become a god and annihilate this damned upper realm.

The most difficult part of this process was avoiding the ceiling compression punishment of Black Bottom Hell.

When subjected to compression punishment, the existing body would burst into pieces and a new body would be granted.

This meant that the level of Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong he had worked hard to cultivate would be ruined.

He had to avoid it at all costs.

When the ceiling came down, he would dig deep into the ground to protect his body.

And finally, Hyeolcheon (Blood Heaven) level Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong.

He had transcended the status of his created body.

He had once again recreated the achievements he had made in Gangho Murim.

He had plenty of time anyway.

He would rise to Hyeolsin.

In the midst of this, he was dragged to this labor punishment in the Immortal Realm.

Working somewhere other than Black Bottom Hell?

This was good news.

Hyeolma had also heard facts through hearsay.

Unlike Hwangcheon-gye, which could be accessed through gates, the Immortal Realm was an open space, connected to the surrounding Hwansu Realm, Yoma Realm, and Cheon-gye.

It was sufficient for escaping and hiding.

But who the hell is this guy?

Suddenly pointing at him and saying…

“Chunsam, bow your head!”

Hyeolma was dumbfounded.

He was currently a prisoner, but he was once a legend of Gangho Murim who could make even crying children stop their tears.

‘This damn Immortal bastard…’

He had to endure it.

Although he had reached the level of Hyeolcheon (Blood Heaven), if he revealed his power here, he would attract attention, and if he attracted attention, escape might become difficult.

“…Let’s stop this. I’ll do as you say.”

“Your eyes say otherwise. I’ll have to beat you properly.”

Hyeolma was frustrated.

“What reason do you have for tormenting me?”

“Well, because you’re the most suspicious.”

“Just for that? There are plenty of suspicious guys among the prisoners from hell.”

The Swordsman made a scornful expression.

Then he approached and whispered in Hyeolma’s ear.

In a very small voice.

– But you’re the most suitable.

– Suitable? What do you mean?

– If I just beat you up, control will become smooth.

– …Huh.

– Let’s start with you getting beaten up. If your sacrifice establishes discipline among the workers, this too will be rewarding work.

– …Damn it!

Whoosh!

The Swordsman’s fist flew toward him.

Hyeolma let out a deep sigh.

‘It would be better to take the hit, right?’

Since his body had already reached Hyeolcheon, it wouldn’t hurt at all.

‘If possible, I should even pretend to die.’

Let’s put on a big act.

Naturally.

But?

Thwack!

“…Huh?”

His head spun.

Terrible pain followed.

Every single cell in his body screamed.

‘It, it hurts? It… hurts?’

Hyeolma looked confused.

It really hurt like hell.

Just one hit, but his body that had reached Hyeolcheon felt like it was being torn apart.

The Swordsman knocked down the dazed Hyeolma with a low kick.

Thud!

“Hiiik?”

Thump.

“There’s something called pounding among Earth’s martial arts.”

Then he mounted his chest.

“At first glance, it’s just like a dogfight, but…”

“W-wait!”

He raised his fist and aimed at Hyeolma’s face.

“There’s nothing better for educating scoundrels.”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack thwack thwack thwack!

Blood splattered in all directions.

Chunks of flesh fell away as well.

“Ahhh! Aaaahhhhh! Uaaaaah….”

“You pathetic fool, do you think you’re something special? Do you even know where you are?”

Thud thud! Thump thump thump thud!

Hyeolma’s mind grew hazy.

It was a terrifying fist that shook him to his very soul.

With each punch, the blood energy he had accumulated scattered helplessly.

His body that had reached Hyeolcheon began to crumble.

‘Why on earth?’

Meanwhile, the Chasa and Jeoseungsaja crouched down, watching Hyeolma get beaten.

“Tsk tsk, Swordsman, you’ll kill the sinner at this rate.”

“Chunsam is better at his job than I thought.”

“No way. We need to establish discipline. You saw Chunsam’s eyes earlier.”

“Is that so? But he won’t last much longer.”

Hyeolma knew who the Immortal beating him was.

‘The, the Swordsman?’

He had heard the name in the human world.

But wasn’t the Swordsman a legendary figure that only came from storytellers’ mouths?

The legendary sword god throwing punches like a street thug?

Thud thud thud thud!

“Ugh! Ugh! Kheuk! St, stop! Pl, please, st, stop.”

But the Swordsman had no intention of stopping.

He needed to make a proper example.

Though he was too weak to provide satisfying resistance.

Hyeolma was already a bloody mess.

His face was unrecognizable.

His body had nearly reached complete collapse.

“Oh my, hit him a bit more gently.”

“Should we give him a body replacement?”

“We should make him a bit sturdier.”

“Wait, what’s that guy’s current level?”

“Let me check.”

One of the Chasa said while flipping through the hell registry book.

“He learned Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong with his created body, and his current stage is the Hyeolcheon stage.”

“Hyeolcheon? Is that mastery?”

“No, there’s still the Hyeolsin stage left. That’s written as the ultimate level of Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong.”

“Hah, stupid bastard, he trained for hundreds of years and still hasn’t achieved mastery?”

“That’s why he can’t even take a few hits.”

“Quickly advance him to the Hyeolsin stage. That’s easier than making a new body.”

“Got it.”

Hyeolma doubted his own ears.

What was this about?

‘They knew everything?’

That he had trained Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong and reached the Hyeolcheon stage, all of it?

But more than that….

‘What do they mean by helping me achieve mastery at Hyeolsin?’

The Chasa put the registry book down on the ground and prostrated himself.

Then he picked up a brush.

“Let’s see, Hyeolma Wang Chun-sam, his current level is Hyeolcheon, so if I change the character Cheon to Sin….”

No way?

Hyeolma felt it.

The abundant blood energy rising from his Danjeon.

All stages of Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong flashed through his mind.

“Ahhhhh!”

A surging sense of exhilaration.

This was Yeokcheon.

Absolute power that could destroy the heavens.

Wooooong!

His entire body boiled with blood energy.

Hyeolsin, the stage of shedding human limitations and advancing toward omnipotent existence.

Now he finally realized.

He had become a god.

“You bastard!”

Hyeolma sprang up and shook off the Swordsman who was on his chest.

“Uhahahaha! I’ll kill you all.”

That’s when it happened.

Swoosh!

Suddenly the Swordsman grabbed Hyeolma’s arm.

“Huh?”

Then he jumped up and threaded the arm between his legs.

“What are you doing….”

“Yeah, armbar.”

The Swordsman vigorously extended his body and leaned back.

Crack crack crack!

“Kyaaaaaahhhhh!”

His elbow bent backward.

He tried to summon the blood energy filling his Danjeon to shake off the Swordsman’s grip, but it wasn’t enough.

It didn’t budge at all.

“I’ve been wanting to try this.”

Crack crack crack!

This wasn’t ordinary pounding, and it wasn’t just any armbar.

It was an MMA technique executed by the Swordsman.

Even mastering Yeokcheon Hyeolmagong was completely useless.

“Oh! But it’s not breaking. Thank you, Chasa sir. Thanks to you, I can feel some resistance.”

The Chasa became triumphant at the Swordsman’s praise.

“He should be quite sturdy now.”

“Now he’ll work better than others too.”

“The other guys won’t be easy either, right? Is this guy the only one using his brain? There are plenty here who secretly learned martial arts.”

“Hmm, that’s true. Should we raise the other guys’ levels too while we’re at it?”

“Let’s see how they do, and if they seem too weak, we’ll raise them.”

Sinners who learned martial arts with their created bodies.

There were actually quite a few of them.

One of them was Cheonma.

Like Hyeolma, Cheonma had also relearned Cheonmasingong to mastery in Muganjok.

Dreaming of escaping Hwangcheon-gye.

But Cheonma ended up witnessing Hyeolma getting beaten by the Swordsman.

Unable to move, getting beaten mercilessly.

‘…I, I need to be careful.’

It wasn’t just Cheonma who felt this way.

The eyes of the delinquent prisoners who had initially swaggered out the door with a carefree attitude changed.

They looked sharp and alert.

Perhaps because of that…

“Alright, move out! Let’s go to work.”

As soon as the words fell, the prisoners moved quickly.

Thud thud thud thud!

Cheonma also ran along, reading the mood.

“Huh!”

That is, until he got tripped by someone’s foot and tumbled down.

Crash!

“Look at this bastard? How dare you trip over my foot?”

“Insolent fool! When Gonryun Seonin sticks out his foot, you should have dodged it properly.”

“Maehwa Seonin is right. It’s because he has no manners, no manners!”

“Ugh, my ankle hurts.”

“Let me see. Tsk tsk, my sneakers got dirty.”

“Sambong Seonin, should I endure this?”

“Oh my! If you endure it, you’ll get stressed. Let’s show him some refreshing justice.”

Gonryun, Maehwa, Sambong – three immortals representing the martial realm.

They surrounded the fallen Cheonma and slowly approached.

“Why, why are you all doing this?”

Gonryun Seonin spoke first with a chilling smile.

“I heard you destroyed our Gonryun sect? I tried not to care since I cut ties with the mortal world, but seeing you right in front of me, I can’t hold back.”

Maehwa Seonin too.

“Did you master the Heavenly Demon Divine Art to the end? Let’s see how much you can endure.”

Sambong Seonin as well.

“I’ll also release Mudang’s grudge.”

Cheonma’s eyes were gradually filled with despair.

Meanwhile, regardless of what was happening outside.

Yama and the high-ranking magistrates finally set foot on the first floor of the multiplex.

Everyone’s eyes widened in amazement.

“Hehe, so this is the multiplex I’ve only heard about.”

“Even the first floor is amazing.”

“Who is that portrait on the wall?”

“The name is written there, Kim Tae-ju.”

“Ohhh, truly a handsome young man.”

“Great King, let’s go up the stairs.”

The second floor was the shopping mall.

As soon as Yama went up, he opened his mouth wide and exclaimed in admiration.

“Th-this is heaven.”

They were beings for whom hell had been their home.

They had lived for eons in dark, damp, and filthy environments.

Their eyes couldn’t help but spin.

“Where are the cigarettes?”

“They’re piled up here in abundance.”

Demon Valley Immortal quickly said.

“You can’t smoke here.”

“Hehe, I know that much. I’ll smoke in hell.”

The goods displayed in the shopping mall.

Yama and the magistrates took baskets and swept items into them.

“I’ll help you check out.”

“Here it is.”

Yama took out the credit card he received from Dok-seon.

Since no coins had been deposited yet, it would go into the negative…

Anyway, after finishing shopping with baskets full of goods.

“Oh! I heard there’s a place where you can experience the culture of other worlds through stories and videos.”

“You can go up to the 4th, 5th, and 6th floors.”

“R-really?”

Yama and the magistrates hurriedly went up to the 4th floor.

And they didn’t come out of there for quite a while.

Not until the sinners finished their work and returned to hell.

* * *

Dictator Min Tanu’s house was in the middle of a military base.

The Capital Defense Command where the core military power of the Republic of Burma was concentrated.

All of his closest associates were also here.

Therefore, if they just cleaned up this place, more than 90% of the military’s power would disappear.

Subduing them wasn’t difficult.

Ilisambaeyi transformed into his true form after a long time.

The massive body of the Three-Headed White Tiger filled the base’s training ground.

“Grrrrrrr…”

A spine-chilling roar that would make even masters lose their fighting spirit.

It echoed throughout the Capital Defense Command, no, throughout the entire capital of the Republic of Burma, Nay Pyi Taw.

The entire Capital Defense Command was enveloped in silence.

No one could move and everyone trembled in fear.

Meanwhile, Tae-ju searched every corner of the building, captured Min Tanu’s closest associates and influential military power holders, and poisoned them.

Then he threw them into the same room as Min Tanu.

They would handle the rest themselves.

After that.

‘A dictator would probably have at least one secret vault…’

He had to secure his travel expenses properly before returning, didn’t he?

It would definitely be inside the mansion.

What would count as valuable items in this era?

Gold bars? Jewels? Art pieces or antiques?

Of course, those also had value, but above all else, elite mana crystals.

If there was a vault, it would be full of crystals.

‘Should I look for it?’

Tae-ju expanded his ki sense.

Just in case he might feel the energy of crystals.

Starting from the top floor of Min Tanu’s residence, slowly going down floor by floor.

‘Nothing here.’

Not on the lower floor, not on the floor below that, and finally after going down to the basement.

“Oh!”

The energy was becoming increasingly distinct.

The first door leading to the basement.

It was locked, but he could just break it down and enter.

He took out one of his Talmyeong Flying Daggers.

Creak, creak creak!

As he cut out the lock part of the door.

Weeeeeeee!

The alarm bell rang throughout the entire residence.

So what?

Are there any bastards who would come running?

Opening the door, I see stairs.

Going down, there’s another door.

Creak!

Cut through that one too.

Finally, after going all the way down to the bottom floor.

‘This is it.’

A massive vault appeared before my eyes.

It seems they turned the entire basement on the lowest level into a vault.

‘As expected!’

This is how a dictator’s secret vault should be.

Now let’s open the vault door.

The thick vault door.

Tae-ju drew the Swordsman’s sword, Manribibeom.

Whiiiing!

Sword energy gathered thickly.

Swoosh!

That thick vault door was cut like tofu.

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