The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 5
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Evil Hegemon Martial God
Chapter 5
“Aaahhh!”
Crash!
A mad scream accompanied the loud sounds of things breaking and shattering.
Jegal Wiyeon was turning his room into a complete mess.
“I, I…! This Jegal Wiyeon…!”
Throwing the wine bottle in his hand was just the beginning—silk bedding worth easily over ten silver taels was torn to shreds like rags.
Moreover, he happened to throw an inkstone filled with ground cinnabar, making the room look as if a bloody storm had swept through it.
But redder than that were Jegal Wiyeon’s eyes.
It was partly due to all the alcohol he had consumed and the shock to his head from being struck by Jeok-un.
But mostly it was from rage and blood congestion.
He absolutely could not forget the humiliation from earlier.
That position should have been his.
The most glorious position of first place should have been his!
But that glory had been stolen from him.
Because of a cowardly sneak attack from trash he hadn’t even considered an enemy…!
“Jegal Jeok-un!!”
Jegal Wiyeon erupted in another roar, pouring out the rage welling up from deep within.
Just as he grabbed a piece of pottery beside him with one hand, intending to throw it as well.
Creak!
The sound of a door opening echoed from behind him.
‘These bastards!’
Jegal Wiyeon’s bloodshot eyes flashed.
“I told you not to let anyone in!”
Turning around, Jegal Wiyeon was about to throw the pottery he had grabbed at whoever entered, but.
“M-Mother…?”
Soon, realizing that the one who opened the door and entered was Lady Oh.
That is, his own mother, his eyes widened in shock.
“…”
Lady Oh’s face as she looked at her son was cold and emotionless, as if coated with a layer of wax.
“M-Mother…!”
Jegal Wiyeon failed to notice this, and like a child who had been beaten outside and returned home, he cried and approached his mother.
Due to being so drunk, he wasn’t just staggering—he was practically crawling.
Lady Oh’s eyes grew even colder as she watched this disgraceful sight.
“Sob, I… I have been wronged…!”
Jegal Wiyeon stretched out both arms, seeking comfort from his mother.
Smack-!
“Gah!”
What came back was a merciless slap.
Jegal Wiyeon could only blink in bewilderment.
Slap! Slap!
What came back were even more slaps.
Only then did Jegal Wiyeon notice his mother’s mood and looked up at Lady Oh with frightened eyes.
“M-Mother…?”
“Looking at your state, the family head’s words were not wrong. Shall I cut your tendons and have you expelled from the family?”
“!!”
Jegal Wiyeon’s face turned pale.
He knew better than anyone that his mother was not one to speak empty words without meaning.
While Jegal Wiyeon trembled in fear, Lady Oh approached softly and spoke.
“This mother can tolerate you taking a blade in the back. The bloodline of a martial family is bound to face such things.”
While Lady Oh maintained her ruthlessly cold voice.
She brushed the dust off her son’s body with affectionate touches and straightened his clothes.
Just as Jegal Wiyeon became even more terrified by this duality, Lady Oh whispered like sand.
“But not pulling out that blade and stabbing your opponent with it—that I can never forgive.”
“…!”
“If you fall for vile schemes, don’t despair—first think of even more vicious revenge.”
“…Jegal, Jeok-un.”
“Yes, make that worthless, insignificant bastard kneel before you and devour him.”
As his mother’s words continued, Jegal Wiyeon’s eyes became hazy as if intoxicated by some drug.
But within them, killing intent toward Jeok-un was clearly gleaming.
“Just follow this mother’s words. Then everything will work out.”
“Sob, Mother. I will certainly do so. Sob.”
“Yes, yes, my child.”
The grown young man clung to Lady Oh like a little child.
Lady Oh also held her child tightly in her arms like a small child.
In this somehow unpleasant and eerie scene.
“This mother will eliminate anything that blocks your path.”
Lady Oh’s eyes were glowing ominously.
* * *
The next day, the Jegal Family was in complete uproar over one rumor.
From servants and maids to blood relatives holding positions of some importance.
Everyone was noisily chattering about one topic.
Namely, the story that Jeok-un had taken first place in the Waryong Examination.
“My! First place going to Young Master Jeok-un! I truly can’t believe it!”
“But how could the Second Young Master escape faster than the First Young Master?”
“That’s what I’m saying. They say it’s the fastest time in the family’s history.”
“They even say it was faster than the family head himself.”
However, not everyone gave only positive evaluations of Jeok-un’s performance.
“Hmm, but isn’t something strange about this?”
“…It does smell a bit fishy, doesn’t it?”
“Right. The Second Young Master’s martial arts are mediocre, but his formation interpretation was even worse, wasn’t it?”
“Then perhaps he used dishonest methods…”
“Well, everyone’s keeping quiet about it, but if not that, then it’s simply impossible…”
No, in fact, the majority were casting suspicious glances.
It was performance that the Jeok-un they usually knew could never have shown.
“Hey, you people. Stop talking nonsense.”
“That’s right, didn’t the family head personally vouch for it and announce it?”
“That’s true, but…”
“From what I heard, the Second Young Master even identified weaknesses in the Soseng Paljindo and told them improvement points?”
“Come on, that’s ridiculous.”
Everyone had similar reactions.
First place could be accepted as luck or whatever.
But discovering weaknesses in the Soseng Paljindo and even suggesting improvements?
That was absolutely preposterous.
“But first place aside, last place is quite remarkable too, isn’t it?”
“Ah, you mean the Third Young Master?”
“Hehe, that’s funny too. There’s no record in history worse than his.”
“It’s truly an overwhelming last place. This record probably won’t be broken for at least a hundred years.”
Up to this point, it was just casual laughter and chatter.
Finally, when one additional piece of news was delivered, the reaction became even more heated.
“Th-they say Young Master Jeok-un requested the White Feather Fan as a reward for becoming first place?!”
“Then surely he intends to challenge the family head’s authority…!”
“…Huh? No, I heard he really just asked to borrow it for one day?”
“…Just one day?”
“No, what does that even…?”
Everyone reacted with incomprehension.
If he intended to challenge the family’s authority, that would at least make sense, but what kind of intention was it to borrow it for exactly one day?
While the inside and outside of the family was in complete uproar like a furnace of chaos…
“Hah, now I can finally begin.”
The person in question, Jeok-un, paid no attention to such things and was only preparing for the most important ritual in his Inner Sanctum.
* * *
The night before, after finishing negotiations with Jegal Mun, Jeok-un immediately headed to his Inner Sanctum.
-Do not let anyone enter until I give my command.
-This is a strict order, and anyone who disobeys will be severely punished.
Then he gave firm instructions to his servants.
It was a very simple command.
Forbid outsiders from entering and do not interfere with his work.
Was it because those who saw some potential in his performance might come to bother him now?
Or was it to relieve mental fatigue since he had just returned from regression?
Or perhaps because he had fought to the death and wanted to get some good sleep?
None of those were the reason.
‘Hah, finally I can train in peace.’
There was exactly one reason Jeok-un forbade outsiders from entering.
Precisely because he didn’t want anyone to interfere with his training.
Jeok-un’s goal was lofty.
Much more so than in his past days as leader of Sapyeonjeon and called Heukcheon Paegyeon.
‘Because I must defeat Cheonma.’
Kill that monster who would drive the world to destruction.
‘And I will devour the intact world.’
He had no intention of remaining merely as the greatest in Sapa or the foremost person of Sapa in this life, just as before his regression.
Sapa’s unification of the world and becoming the greatest under heaven.
That was his only goal.
So leisurely rest was like a luxury to Jeok-un, and he had no such intention at all.
Rather, he was filled with thoughts of not sleeping a wink and recovering his strength, then advancing even further.
‘First, I’ve fully recovered all the energy I consumed in the Formation.’
During the past night, he had fully recovered all the energy used to break through Soseng Paljindo.
Now it was time to create the perfect path.
‘In other words, it’s time to overcome the cursed dantian.’
Using Paecheongi in the Formation had only suppressed the cursed constitution.
Simply put, it was merely a temporary measure and couldn’t be considered creating a proper path.
‘Shall I begin then.’
Swoosh-
Jeok-un sat in lotus position and slowly observed his interior.
The internal cultivation method currently settled in his body was just one.
Socheonseong-gong (Small Celestial Star Technique).
The basic technique of Jegal Sega.
His achievement was merely at the 5-star level.
Though 5-star sounds impressive, it absolutely wasn’t.
Jeok-un’s current age was twenty, having just reached adulthood.
Since Socheonseong-gong was a basic technique learned from age eight, it was a martial art that should have been mastered long ago even if one achieved great success.
However, due to his cursed dantian, Jeok-un couldn’t even reach the latter part of Socheonseong-gong, let alone master it.
‘I was merely at the peak of second-rate.’
For a direct descendant of a prestigious great sect, being at the peak of second-rate was an absurdly pathetic level.
That’s why Jeok-un was always an object of ridicule and a symbol of mockery.
But now all of that would disappear.
Because the starting point itself was different from the beginning.
‘I begin.’
Swoosh!
Jeok-un began overlaying Paecheongi on top of Socheonseong-gong’s energy.
Reverse and scatter .
That energy changes the world .
Then, reciting the mental formula inwardly again, he reversed the energy of Socheonseong-gong that had been flowing in the correct direction.
Crack!
At the same time, terrible pain struck as if his entire body was being torn apart and shredded.
This was going against the natural order, so it was natural for it to be painful.
However.
‘Now it’s bearable.’
Jeok-un endured that pain without even a single groan.
Before his regression, he had experienced situations worse than this hundreds of times.
This level was pain he could endure with a smile.
And finally.
The moment he succeeded in reversing Socheonseong-gong enhanced with Paecheongi for one complete cycle, that is, achieving ‘reverse small circulation.’
The pain disappeared as if washed away, and massive changes began inside his physical body.
Wooooong…!
Crackle!
Cheonhyeong (Heavenly Punishment).
In other words, his dantian, which he had thought was a curse sent by heaven, was transforming into a normal one.
‘If the venerable Sinui had seen this, he would have fainted from shock.’
Even Sinui, the greatest physician in the Central Plains who had taken on Jeok-un’s treatment at Jegal Mun’s request only to give up bitterly, wouldn’t understand this sight.
Even with complete transformation, the actual form of the dantian changing was absolutely impossible.
‘It truly was heavenly fortune.’
Jeok-un’s realization of how to overcome Cheonhyeong was an extremely coincidental event.
During the time when he was expelled from his family and wandered the Central Plains as a masterless warrior, hiding his identity.
Jeok-un finally faced a crisis of death.
In that hopeless situation, when he resolved to die together with his enemy, he first awakened the Paecheongi carved in his blood.
Using Socheonseong-gong in reverse to make his remaining handful of energy run wild was.
‘Precisely the beginning of everything.’
Thanks to that terrible coincidence of that day, or perhaps heaven’s arrangement, Jeok-un survived.
He recovered his cursed dantian and became a completely different being, dominating battlefields.
After that, he obsessively pursued martial learning and endlessly continued fighting with the strong of the martial world.
And finally, combining the practical experience gained on battlefields with the martial principles and insights of countless masters stolen with his eyes, plus the Paecheongi carved in his blood.
‘Shine forth, seven stars-.’
He newly established Jegal’s martial learning within Jeok-un.
Buzz…
Mystical energy that was wondrous just to behold flickered around his dantian area, creating a total of seven points.
The arrangement of those seven points, not yet filled inside, was exactly like stars rising in the dark night.
The ruler of all stars called Jamidaeje, the guide of astronomy.
It was the Big Dipper .
‘Socheonseong (Small Celestial Star). Jegal’s martial arts are about communicating with the stars.’
Tamrang , Geomun , Nokjon , Mungok , Yeomjeong , Mugok , Pagun .
In the dantian that had overcome the heavenly punishment, a total of seven stars were engraved.
And each time a new star was opened, his realm would rapidly ascend.
Before his regression, Jeok-un had reached Oseong . That is, he had reached the realm of the fifth star, Yeomjeong.
He had reached the peak of the present realm and ascended to become the greatest in Sapa.
‘Even so, I couldn’t inflict a single fatal wound on Cheonma.’
However, it wasn’t hopeless.
As mentioned before, the starting point was different.
It was different from the past when he had lost one eye and was forced to waste precious time.
Moreover, new insights that he hadn’t obtained before his regression were waiting for him.
Imbued with all the history and martial learning of Jegal Sega.
Yes, something that only the family head could learn.
‘Daecheonseong Divine Art .’
The Daecheonseong Divine Art was exactly that.
Of course, he had no intention whatsoever of becoming the head of the Jegal family, but he would definitely obtain the Daecheonseong Divine Art.
If he could absorb that supreme ultimate art that Jegal Wiyeon couldn’t obtain even after offering his entire family to Cheonma, and further develop the Heaven-Defying Technique.
In this life, he was confident he would never lose to Cheonma.
‘And this will be the beginning of that.’
Wooooong!
Suddenly, a tremendous resonating sound that seemed like it would burst his eardrums erupted.
7th star, 8th star, 9th star…!
At a speed that would shock the people of Jegal Sega into falling over, his achievement in the Small Heaven Star Art rapidly ascended.
Peng!
Pepeng!
At the same time, surpassing the peak of second-rate to the beginning of first-rate.
Beyond the beginning to the maturity of first-rate.
Beyond maturity to the peak of first-rate.
His original realm also rose at tremendous speed.
Swoooosh!
Inside his dantian, the interior of the first star that had been empty began to fill with a soft pink light.
Only after that enchanting light covered his entire body.
Swoosh.
Jeok-un slowly opened his two eyes that had been closed.
“Not bad.”
Finally, Jeok-un had easily shattered the wall of the lofty peak.
He had awakened the first star, ‘Tamrang ‘.
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