The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 126

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

 

Chapter 126

 

The Dragon Scale Clan member looked up at the sky.

 

Why did the endlessly blue sky feel so resentful today?

 

He wished it would at least rain.

 

Drip-.

 

Leaving behind the tears that flowed without him knowing, he regenerated his wings.

 

“Why are you crying? It’s not like I asked you to do something difficult.”

 

When he attempted suicide, even while reciting the Revival Incantation, the wings that had disappeared were left as they were – this must be quite a ruthless human.

 

“Hmm. It’s not like revival energy… Interesting.”

 

That Monster’s gaze turned toward his legs.

 

Eyes that seemed to want something.

 

Right, rather than being taken by the Monster.

 

Slash-.

 

The Dragon Scale Clan member cut off his own leg.

 

Then he regenerated it again.

 

“Oho.”

 

Jeok Wigang watched again with curiosity.

 

“Hmm. I think I roughly understand how it works.”

 

Already?

 

After seeing it twice?

 

“Interesting. This guy’s body is crawling with incredibly tiny bugs. Those things regenerate his body back to its original state.”

 

My goodness.

 

It’s true.

 

He can see that?

 

Immortal Cicada Insect .

 

That was the identity of the insect inside the Dragon Scale Tribe’s body.

 

An insect that regenerates all wounds as long as there’s breath left.

 

Jeok Wigang examined the severed leg.

 

The insects were still wriggling around.

 

“I should take this and study it.”

 

Holding the leg and reciting an incantation, a black space appeared in the void.

 

The Dragon Scale Tribe member was startled upon seeing it.

 

“A, a subspace?”

 

“Why are you so surprised? Ah! Right. You said you know magic too, didn’t you? Wow. You’re quite useful. I really made the right choice keeping you alive.”

 

Oh, no.

 

I’ve become even more useful.

 

Now there’s really no way to escape from that Monster.

 

“Since you might commit suicide while I’m away.”

 

It seems he’s going to place a restriction.

 

However, even knowing this, I couldn’t avoid it.

 

I was caught instantly and the restriction was placed.

 

“Now you can’t even dream of suicide.”

 

All hope has disappeared.

 

Now there’s only one hope left.

 

The dimensional passage to Hundred Demon Heaven opening.

 

Surely, if I escape there, he won’t be able to follow.

 

Right.

 

Since there’s at least one hope, let me endure.

 

“What? Are you planning to escape there when the Hundred Demon Heaven dimension opens?”

 

“Hieek!”

 

I was really startled.

 

Can he read minds too?

 

When I truly looked at him like he was a monster, Jeok Wigang spoke with a slightly displeased expression.

 

“I don’t like that expression?”

 

“Ah! I’m, I’m sorry. I was so surprised that I…”

 

“Why? Were you surprised because you know Baekma Heaven?”

 

“Yes. How do you know about Baekma Heaven?”

 

“That guy over there also came from Baekma Heaven.”

 

“What?”

 

He was surprised once again.

 

To think that the commander he had tried to kill was a colleague from Baekma Heaven.

 

A colleague had been right under his nose.

 

Ye Yahyeon scratched his head and revealed his identity.

 

“I’m the Poison Life Demon God, ranked sixty-second.”

 

Poison Life Demon God.

 

He had heard of him before.

 

He remembered hearing that he was someone who used poison like himself.

 

“Why didn’t you say so earlier? If you saw my transformed appearance, you must have known my identity.”

 

“I knew. That you’re from the Dragon Scale Clan. But… I didn’t want to embarrassingly beg for my life by saying we’re from the same Baekma Heaven.”

 

The words about not wanting to beg for his life made him feel pathetic about himself.

 

Wasn’t he begging for his life right now?

 

“Ah, but Older Brother is an exception. The difference is so overwhelmingly vast that there’s nothing shameful about it.”

 

The Dragon Scale Clan member also nodded at Ye Yahyeon’s words.

 

“I am the Silver Dragon Demon God.”

 

Jeok Wigang’s voice was heard.

 

“Save the introductions for later and decide what you’re going to do.”

 

The Silver Dragon Demon God pondered for a moment, then sighed and spoke.

 

“I will follow you.”

 

There was nothing else he could do.

 

He couldn’t run away, nor could he die.

 

There was only one thing he could do right now.

 

Follow.

 

“If you want to run away, go ahead. The fun of chasing isn’t bad either.”

 

You call that talking now.

 

“Now shall we move to a different place and have a conversation?”

 

The Silver Dragon Demon God nodded his head.

 

“By the way, you. What’s your name?”

 

“…It’s Son Gang.”

 

“I see. Son Gang. Let’s get along well from now on.”

 

***

 

Son Gang transformed into human form.

 

“You’re handsome.”

 

“Th, thank you. Dae-hyeong.”

 

Before he knew it, he was calling Jeok Wigang “Dae-hyeong.”

 

And he was able to hear in detail about all the things Son Gang had been doing.

 

That most of the reasons the Imperial Palace had become this way were all because of Son Gang.

 

Hearing this, Jeok Wigang chuckled and said.

 

“If I had known first that you were from Baekma Heaven, I would have sought you out first. Then, things would have been much easier.”

 

Son Gang bowed his head deeply.

 

“What are you going to do about Noble Consort Man?”

 

“I’ll drive her out.”

 

“How can you drive out a woman who bore an imperial grandson?”

 

“The imperial grandson that woman bore is actually not the Emperor’s child.”

 

“What? Then whose child is it?”

 

“It must be the seed of one of the other men she slept with.”

 

“Slept with?”

 

“She’s so lustful for men that she can’t fall asleep even for a day without a man. So I disguised several men as eunuchs and brought them into the palace.”

 

Smack-.

 

“Kek!”

 

When Jeok Wigang struck his head, Son Gang clutched it and groaned in pain.

 

“Geez! You really did all sorts of things.”

 

“I, I’m sorry.”

 

“Are you certain it’s not the Emperor’s bloodline?”

 

“Y, yes. The Emperor has never once shared a bed with Noble Consort Man.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes. Even though I gave her an aphrodisiac, he never mingled bodies with Noble Consort Man until the very end.”

 

“Why?”

 

“In my opinion, he seems to truly love the Empress. So even when he wasn’t in his right mind, he appeared to reject any woman who wasn’t the Empress.”

 

At Son Gang’s words, Jeok Wigang smiled coldly.

 

As expected, he had read people correctly.

 

“Damn. If I’d known things would work out this easily, I wouldn’t have bothered creating Seochang.”

 

“What? Seochang?”

 

“I’m making it to keep you guys in check. Right now.”

 

He had no idea.

 

Wait, could it be that the eunuchs who disappeared after being sent away…?

 

“What? Worried I made it with the eunuchs you sent?”

 

He really is a ghost.

 

“That’s right. Right now those guys are diligently building an organizational structure in secret.”

 

“Hah…”

 

“Since I’ve already made it, I’ll use it for now and disband it later if problems arise.”

 

“I will manage it.”

 

Jeok Wigang shook his head.

 

“No, you need to come with me.”

 

“Yes…”

 

“You have a separate job to do.”

 

“What would that be?”

 

“You need to guard our house.”

 

“What?”

 

What’s this about now?

 

Is he telling me to become a guard dog for the house?

 

“You need to protect our family, who I treasure most. What job could be more important than this?”

 

Ah, I misunderstood.

 

Something felt strange in his heart.

 

To entrust him, who had been an enemy, with protecting those most precious to him.

 

Could he do the same if he were in that position?

 

He absolutely could not do such a thing.

 

Son Gang looked at Jeok Wigang.

 

He was a being with a completely different caliber.

 

“If you entrust them to me, I will protect them with all my heart.”

 

“That’s how it should be. You don’t know about the other Baekma Heaven bastards, do you?”

 

“From what I’ve heard, several have infiltrated Central Plains martial arts sects. They’ll probably make their move when the time comes.”

 

“You don’t know which sects?”

 

“No.”

 

“This is troublesome.”

 

It’s not like there are just one or two sects in the Central Plains.

 

“Did they go to major sects? What do you guys think?”

 

Ye Yahyeon pondered for a moment, then spoke.

 

“If it were me, I would go to a small sect and cultivate it to my liking.”

 

“What about you?”

 

“I’m the opposite. I would go to a major sect, seize key positions, then gradually absorb it.”

 

He shouldn’t have asked.

 

Now the possibilities had expanded to include even small and medium sects in the Central Plains.

 

He couldn’t go around searching for all of them one by one.

 

Then there was only one method.

 

‘I have no choice but to make our side stronger.’

 

Jin Mu Sect comes first.

 

He needed to research ways to strengthen Jin Mu Sect.

 

Simply training hard doesn’t make one stronger.

 

One must satisfy the conditions for possessing strong power to become stronger.

 

In the martial world, there’s something called fortuitous encounters.

 

Obtaining a fortuitous encounter makes one stronger.

 

Then?

 

‘I just need to become a fortuitous encounter myself.’

 

He could just create fortuitous encounters.

 

Spirit Medicine?

 

Just make it and that’s that.

 

Divine weapons?

 

Just make them and that’s that.

 

Martial arts?

 

Same thing – just create them and that’s that.

 

Bone Transformation and Body Renewal?

 

Just do it for them.

 

‘Well, these are all things I can do.’

 

Jeok Wigang thought lightly of things that would horrify others if they heard.

 

‘I’ll need renowned physicians too.’

 

He would need many people to heal the wounded.

 

Preventing the loss of fighting strength was also an important matter.

 

Should I learn medical arts too?

 

Who was the most famous divine physician in the Central Plains again?

 

On top of that, he needed to establish strongholds throughout the Central Plains to be ready to respond to Baekma Heaven at any time.

 

There were truly endless tasks to accomplish, but they had to be done.

 

For the safety and happiness of his family.

 

‘I wonder if Wiun is doing well?’

 

The successor of Jin Mu Sect, Jeok Wiun.

 

He absolutely must not be weak.

 

He must become even stronger than Grandfather.

 

‘Proper training…’

 

While thinking, he looked at Son Gang and Ye Yahyeon.

 

He smiled slightly.

 

‘Nothing beats real combat for certain training.’

 

If the opponent was Baekma Heaven, he would definitely grow stronger.

 

In the process of real combat, he might overcome life-threatening situations, or he might actually die.

 

But it still had to be done.

 

After all, didn’t they say that people become stronger after overcoming the brink of death?

 

If he crossed countless crossroads between life and death, at some point he would surpass Grandfather.

 

I should create an incantation that can revive someone even if their breath stops.

 

‘This won’t be easy.’

 

I might have to go beyond the Nine Script Rings after all.

 

I’ve been avoiding it because it’s bothersome, but I need to do it to make my younger brother stronger and to increase the Martial World’s power.

 

And while I’m at it, I’ll make those guys stronger too.

 

Looking at Jeok Wigang who was staring this way with a sinister smile, I felt somewhat uneasy.

 

Meanwhile, Jeok Wiun, who was training diligently at the Jin Mu Sect.

 

“Achoo!”

 

Suddenly sneezed.

 

“What? I suddenly felt a chill run through me. Did I train too hard?”

 

He was rubbing his body here and there and tilting his head in confusion at the sudden cold he felt.

 

***

 

That evening.

 

Jeok Wigang visited the Imperial Secretariat.

 

“Your Majesty! The Cabinet Grand Scholar requests an audience.”

 

Upon hearing news that Jeok Wigang had come, he jumped up from his seat and shouted.

 

“Bring him in at once!”

 

Creak-.

 

The door opened and Jeok Wigang entered with quick steps, about to bow when Ju Seo-gi rushed over to stop him.

 

“You don’t need to go through such trouble every time you see Us.”

 

“There is proper etiquette.”

 

“We will abolish that etiquette. So please don’t do it.”

 

“I understand, Your Majesty.”

 

“Thank you for accommodating Us.”

 

“I am deeply honored, Your Majesty.”

 

“What brings you at this hour? Has some problem arisen in the palace?”

 

“Not at all. Everything is running very smoothly, so you need not worry.”

 

“Hahaha! Indeed, We have been reviewing all the policies coming up, and they couldn’t be more perfect. It feels like having an itch scratched exactly where it needs to be. Hahaha!”

 

“I’m truly relieved that they meet with your approval, Your Majesty.”

 

“Like it or not! Hahaha!”

 

He laughed cheerfully and asked again.

 

“Then what matter brings you to seek We?”

 

“It’s about Noble Consort Man.”

 

At the mention of Noble Consort Man, his laughing expression instantly hardened.

 

“Hmm. We had forgotten about her.”

 

The fact that Jeok Wigang had come must surely be no ordinary matter.

 

“Well… what is it? Has she caused some trouble?”

 

“You should prepare to banish Noble Consort Man.”

 

“Wh-what are you saying? No matter how badly she behaved, she is the woman who bore We a child.”

 

“That child is not of Your Majesty’s bloodline.”

 

“Not of Our bloodline? But We certainly shared her bed?”

 

“Do you remember that time?”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s question, His Majesty shook his head.

 

“We had too much alcohol, so We don’t remember well.”

 

“There is testimony that Your Majesty never laid a single hand on her body.”

 

“What do you mean by that?”

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