The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 92

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 92

The prayer bead split open like a cracking gourd.

The cross-section was so smooth it looked like the surface of obsidian.

‘No wonder they couldn’t find it even after examining the prayer beads. The joints fit together perfectly.’

As a test, Jeok-un closed one prayer bead again, and the hairline crack on the surface briefly appeared before disappearing like magic.

It was the result of precision craftsmanship that surpassed even perfection.

Hye-gwang Sim-eo must have personally added his own techniques to create this.

‘But this is…’

Jeok-un opened the prayer bead again and took out the small pellets inside.

More than ten gathered in his palm.

They had the round shape of dried fruit with somewhat wrinkled surfaces, and seeing them, Jeok-un smiled with satisfaction.

“You hid them quite cleverly, Hye-gwang Sim-eo. No wonder Shaolin couldn’t find them despite searching everywhere.”

Jeok-un picked up a fruit and examined it closely.

The more he looked, the more it appeared identical to the hawthorn berries he had brought.

But their efficacy was worlds apart – no, they couldn’t even be compared.

“Who would think these are the essence of Zhu’an Spirit Fruit?”

If anyone heard Jeok-un’s words, they would have collapsed in shock.

Zhu’an Spirit Fruit was comparable to the legendary Thousand-Year Ginseng, the supreme among spiritual medicines, and was a treasure that couldn’t be obtained with desire or acquired through wishes.

Simply put, Zhu’an Spirit Fruit was a priceless spiritual medicine that couldn’t be bought even with money.

As its name ‘Zhu’an’ suggests, when consumed by ordinary people, it restores youth, and when consumed by martial artists, it grants tremendous internal energy.

Naturally, not crude and turbid evil energy, but the purest and most refined vital energy.

This alone made Zhu’an Spirit Fruit a treasure people desperately desired, but there was another reason its name was renowned throughout Gangho.

‘Zhu’an Spirit Fruit is strictly managed by Shaolin. Even the Murim Alliance leader can’t easily obtain it.’

This was because it only grew in the sacred grounds of Songshan, where Shaolin Temple, the North Star of Jeongpa, was located.

So unless one destroyed and ransacked Shaolin Temple, or became a great benefactor to Shaolin, it was a treasure difficult even to glimpse.

‘And there are ten of them.’

It was natural for Jeok-un to be delighted.

“If not for Hye-gwang Sim-eo, I never would have obtained these.”

As mentioned before, Zhu’an Spirit Fruit could only be obtained from Shaolin Temple.

But there were circumstances behind why Pagyehyeolseung, who had fled Shaolin, possessed them.

Hye-gwang Sim-eo had originally been the most accomplished talent among Shaolin’s disciples of his generation.

But his character was equally arrogant, possessing a nature unfit to be called a Buddhist disciple.

The abbot of that time knew this, so despite his outstanding achievements, Hye-gwang Sim-eo couldn’t become the head disciple.

Hye-gwang Sim-eo couldn’t accept this fact.

Unable to suppress his resentment, Hye-gwang Sim-eo committed the grave sin of severely injuring his master and fled from Shaolin.

In the process, driven by thoughts of revenge, he stole the entire stock of Zhu’an Spirit Fruit.

It was truly a grave crime that would mobilize all of Shaolin.

Yet there was one reason Shaolin couldn’t find Hye-gwang Sim-eo.

‘They never imagined Hye-gwang Sim-eo would join the Six Souls Sect.’

That’s right. Surprisingly, the Six Souls Sect, which had now joined hands with Doyecheon, had hidden him.

But naturally, they hadn’t acted out of goodwill.

“A pill completed through the combined alchemy of Shaolin and the Six Souls Sect. What an incredible combination.”

The Six Souls Sect wanted the alchemy techniques Hye-gwang Sim-eo possessed.

Hye-gwang Sim-eo wanted the Six Souls Sect’s alchemy techniques.

However, only Hye-gwang Sim-eo achieved advancement in realm.

He secretly compressed only the purest essence of the Zhu’an Spirit Fruit, creating ten new pills with extremely enhanced efficacy.

‘Those are precisely these Zhu Hwan Dan.’

Zhu Hwan Dan.

That was the true identity of the pellets inside the prayer beads.

Hye-gwang Sim-eo’s original plan was to consume all these Zhu Hwan Dan to break through the wall of Hyeon-gyeong.

‘But the Six Souls Sect discovered this fact.’

Originally, treasures possess the sinister energy to kill their owners.

Thus Hye-gwang Sim-eo became hunted by both Jeongpa and the Six Souls Sect.

Eventually, he met his end at the hands of Shaolin’s Eighteen Arhats.

And so only the prayer beads remained alone in Sadocheon.

Looking at it this way, what a futile life it seemed, but.

“Hye-gwang Sim-eo wandering the nine heavens must be satisfied. This became the catalyst for Shaolin’s destruction.”

As he had said when first seeing Changsha.

Before his regression, Sapyeollyeon had lost Changsha to the Demonic Cult.

And the Demonic Cult, after thoroughly excavating the Sachenbo Treasure Vault, obtained these Zhu Hwan Dan from Hye-gwang Sim-eo’s prayer beads.

Cheonma bestowed the Zhu Hwan Dan upon the Ten Elders, strengthening their demonic arts several-fold.

The first target those eager to unleash their blood energy chose was precisely Shaolin Temple.

Thus Hye-gwang Sim-eo’s wish to destroy his own sect was fulfilled.

Jeok-un knew these secrets because such hidden history had spread throughout Gangho during Shaolin’s destruction.

“When I sweep away the Six Souls Sect this time, I should thoroughly collect their alchemy techniques too.”

Of course, seeing how desperately they had tried to capture Hye-gwang Sim-eo, the manufacturing method for Zhu Hwan Dan likely didn’t exist separately.

But there would certainly be the Six Souls Sect’s unique pill-making techniques that served as the foundation.

Jeok-un resolved to obtain them.

“Phew, I wonder if those Baekya Unit guys know their leader is running around breaking a sweat for their sake.”

Jeok-un had no intention of using the Zhu Hwan Dan solely for himself.

After all, spiritual medicines had set limits on the efficacy each person could absorb.

Consuming too much would become poison rather than medicine.

‘I’ll just keep about three for myself. The rest should be used to strengthen those guys.’

The battle with Doyecheon that would determine Sadocheon’s future was imminent.

Furthermore, there was also the war with the Demonic Cult.

His subordinates absolutely had to become stronger.

If they couldn’t reach much higher realms than now…

‘Those guys could die too.’

The subordinates who had died in war.

And the image of himself left alone came to mind.

Jeok-un’s eyes grew heavy.

But that was only momentary.

‘I’ll just change it.’

Watching those guys die before him once was enough.

Jeok-un would absolutely never let that happen again.

For that, first.

“Let’s secure this.”

Thud thud.

Jeok-un shook off his thoughts and put all the Zhu Hwan Dan into the pouch containing hawthorn berries.

The hawthorn berries and Zhu Hwan Dan in the pouch were completely indistinguishable to the naked eye.

This way, even if the warehouse keeper checked when he left, he would never be caught.

No matter how meticulous the warehouse keeper was, he couldn’t know how many hawthorn berries were in the pouch, nor imagine that the number had increased.

“Now, is there only one last item remaining?”

Jeok-un moved again and rummaged through the treasures.

Swoosh! Swish swish!

He roughly checked various precious treasures and carelessly tossed them aside.

The well-organized precious treasures scattered everywhere.

If the warehouse keeper had seen this, he would have clutched his neck, but unfortunately there was no one to stop Jeok-un.

“Damn, it’s buried really deep. Where the hell is it?”

Jeok-un muttered to himself as he rummaged through the treasures, then suddenly stopped as if struck by lightning.

A gleam appeared in his eyes.

“Found it, you little thing.”

The last item Jeok-un had been searching for.

It was a mask used in Gonggok.

Gonggok was a musical drama that added lyrical melodies based on romantic stories.

Both commoners and nobles loved it without distinction.

And in Gonggok, there were cases where masks were worn depending on the character, and the mask Jeok-un now held was one such case.

The role this mask represented was none other than.

“Uhui, isn’t it.”

It was Yu Meiren, famous as Xiang Yu’s wife.

The splendid patterns drawn on the mask seemed to gaze at Jeok-un.

‘This doesn’t seem like a coincidence.’

Jeok-un suddenly thought all of this seemed like a gift from his ancestors to him, who carried the blood of the King of Western Chu.

So Jeok-un apologized in advance for the rudeness he was about to commit.

“I’ll excuse myself for a moment, ancestor.”

Jeok-un immediately flipped over Uhui’s mask.

Like Hye-gwang Sim-eo’s prayer beads, what Jeok-un wanted to take wasn’t the mask itself.

Tok tok!

It was this fluttering silk thread attached like an ornament behind the mask.

The silk thread, thin as a cicada’s wing and semi-transparent, fluttered in his hand.

It seemed like silk, yet also like a thin sheet of paper.

Jeok-un let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the item.

“Phew, finally I won’t have to suffer because of that cheap human skin mask anymore.”

It was just yesterday that he was caught because of the human skin mask when destroying Hyeollyeom-bang’s branch.

But now that he had obtained this, he wouldn’t suffer for the same reason again.

‘No one would know.’

Even if you combined all the divine weapons and treasures in this place.

That this silk thread was the most valuable treasure.

“At times like this, I can’t be more grateful for knowing the future.”

Jeok-un smiled wickedly and expressed his gratitude to the original owner of the silk thread.

“Master Sintu, I shall make very good use of your Thousand-Face Paper from now on.”

Sintu was called Sintu because he was literally a ‘thief who reached the divine realm.’

He was the sect leader of Muyeong Gate for generations, and since appearing in Gangho, no sect leader had ever been caught even once.

Sintu was truly a legendary thief, no, a gentleman bandit who appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

After the previous Sintu, Muyeong Gate’s top priority instruction was just one thing.

‘Find the Thousand-Face Paper.’

But the later Sintus never knew the location of the Thousand-Face Paper throughout their lives, so even now they were searching the entire Central Plains like a long-cherished wish.

But unfortunately, it had come into Jeok-un’s hands like this.

‘I will never let it go.’

…For Muyeong Gate to get the Thousand-Face Paper back had become impossible until Jeok-un left this world.

Jeok-un stretched and loosened his body.

“Now then, shall I prepare to go attack Geumhwang Sangga.”

He had obtained all the treasures he wanted.

So Jeok-un planned to head to Geumhwang Sangga as soon as he left Sachenbo Treasure Vault.

Now there was only one preparation left.

‘Let me see if your reputation is true or false, Thousand-Face Paper.’

Jeok-un steeled his resolve and without hesitation wrapped the Thousand-Face Paper around his face.

The moment the fluttering silk thread touched Jeok-un’s face.

Swoooosh!

Swish!

The silk thread stuck to his face like wet paper and began emitting enchanting rays of light.

And.

Swish!

Jeok-un’s black hair began changing to white as snow.

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