The Reincarnated Hunter Sweeps Up All Fortunes - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32
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Pokryeol Magun began to recite the incantation of the Explosion Flame Burning Heaven Technique.
“The Solar Yang Fire devours the heat of heaven and earth, and the heat burns through the meridians, becoming the seed of flame…….”
The Demon-Slaying Blood Meridian Sword was a grim name in its own right, but Pokryeol Magun’s demonic arts were of an entirely different order of savagery.
If you broke down the technique’s name, it meant burning the heavens with exploding flames.
The Demon-Slaying Blood Meridian Sword had at least the noble meaning of severing demons and writing scriptures, but this—this was simply burning, burning endlessly, burning even the sky itself.
Yet that incantation had lodged itself in Imgang’s mind.
‘Damn. I need an evasion strategy.’
Imgang had no desire to become a Demon Cultivator. Who in the Martial World would willingly become a public enemy?
He had to buy as much time as possible.
“Uh…… if you could go a bit more slowly…….”
Pokryeol Magun completely ignored Imgang’s words and continued reciting the incantation.
He neither slowed his pace nor stopped. It was as though he were speaking to a wall—he refused to acknowledge Imgang as a conversational partner at all.
“……I didn’t hear that. Just once more, please…….”
Thud.
Pokryeol Magun’s palm strike drove into Imgang’s chest.
He wasn’t trying to kill him—the blow was restrained.
Truly. Restrained.
But that was by Pokryeol Magun’s standards.
“Gasp……!”
Imgang’s body flew backward and slammed into the Cave wall.
The impact to his back drove all the air from his lungs. His bones hadn’t broken or cracked, but the taste of blood filled his mouth.
“Cough! Cough!”
Even as Imgang coughed, Pokryeol Magun continued reciting the incantation.
Starting from the very part Imgang had claimed not to hear.
‘Like a mad Demon Cultivator bastard!’
Imgang cursed inwardly. But the moment he reminded himself that the man was actually a Demon Cultivator, even the curses lost their force.
Telling a madman he’s mad—that’s just stating the obvious.
‘Hell. I have to memorize this.’
If he didn’t memorize it, he’d get hit again. And if he got beaten to death before becoming a Demon Cultivator, it would all be over.
Imgang began memorizing the incantation desperately.
He knew his memory wasn’t particularly strong. He hadn’t even understood the incantation of the Great Force Breaking Technique—the system had registered it automatically for him.
Having grown accustomed to the convenience of skills registering just from reading them, his memory for recitation had atrophied…… or rather, it had always been this way.
As a result, memorizing the incantation was not going smoothly. He’d memorize one verse and forget the previous one. He’d memorize three verses and lose two.
His head throbbed as though his brain were overloading.
Around the midpoint of the incantation.
Pokryeol Magun suddenly stopped his recitation and fixed his gaze on Imgang.
“Recite the incantation I’ve taught you so far.”
…… It was a test.
He wanted to protest at being forced to learn without warning, but he scrambled through his memory and recited desperately.
“The Solar Yang Fire devours the heat of heaven and earth, and the heat burns through the meridians, becoming the seed of flame…….”
His words faltered midway through the recitation.
What came next?
Thud.
“Gasp!”
He got hit again.
This time it was his flank.
Imgang fell to the ground rolling, and Pokryeol Magun looked down at him.
His eyes were emotionless crimson pupils.
“Again.”
“…….”
Imgang began reciting the incantation again, his eyes welling with tears.
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Several days passed.
At last, he had memorized the entire incantation.
“……I did it. I did it.”
Even by Imgang’s own estimation, it was a miracle.
Behind the miracle was violence.
Taking beatings every single day had been his brain’s desperate struggle to survive.
Imgang was Pavlov’s dog incarnate.
Wrong meant struck; right meant pain; pain meant memorization.
But something was off.
Until now, every martial technique manual had registered as a skill the moment he read or heard it.
The Great Force Breaking Technique, the Demon-Slaying Blood Meridian Sword, the Blue Wind Falling Leaf Sword—all of them.
This time he’d memorized the entire incantation, but it hadn’t registered.
When he opened the system window, the Explosion Flame Burning Heaven Technique was nowhere to be found.
‘Why didn’t it register?’
Imgang tilted his head in confusion.
Crack.
“…!”
Hit again.
This time for no reason at all.
Or so it seemed.
There was a reason, actually.
“How dare you be distracted in my presence.”
His eyes had drifted into empty space while checking the system window—apparently that counted as inattention.
Imgang looked up in disbelief, but the moment he caught Pokryeol Magun raising his hand, he quickly cast his eyes down.
‘These Demon Cultivators really are insufferable bastards……’
He shuddered inwardly. Still, he decided to shelve his questions about the system for now. Avoiding being struck was more pressing. He could wonder later, but violence was happening right here, right now.
“Sit in lotus position and practice Qi Circulation according to the incantation of the Explosion Flame Burning Heaven Technique.”
At Pokryeol Magun’s words, ice ran down Imgang’s spine.
Skill registration aside, he’d memorized the entire incantation.
If he practiced Qi Circulation by the incantation now, Demonic Qi would flow into his Dantian.
The moment Demonic Qi took root in the Dantian, he would become a Demon Cultivator.
Demon Cultivator status: locked in.
‘I absolutely cannot do this.’
Imgang resolved to refuse the lotus position even if it meant taking a beating.
“I refuse.”
Crack.
His jaw snapped to the side, stars exploding across his vision.
He’d expected this much.
“I refuse but will… no, I will not do it.”
Crack.
Another hit.
He’d seen that coming too.
After days of taking blows whenever Pokryeol Magun felt bored, the pattern was unmistakable.
“I, I will do it.”
Crack.
That one he didn’t see coming.
“…Why did you hit me this time?”
Crack.
……
Four straight blows. Now he understood: words didn’t matter. Actions alone would speak. But Qi Circulation—that was the line he wouldn’t cross.
Even if it meant taking a fatal beating.
Better to die from blows than to become a Demon Cultivator.
When Imgang clenched his teeth and held firm, Pokryeol Magun’s eyebrow twitched.
Thwack.
“…!”
Pokryeol Magun’s hand moved, striking an acupoint.
Imgang’s entire body went rigid.
He couldn’t speak or move. His eyes wide as saucers, his body completely petrified, Imgang was forcibly positioned into the lotus pose by Pokryeol Magun.
‘No……!’
Imgang screamed silently inside, thrashing mentally. He tried to draw up his Internal Power to break the Acupoint Sealing.
He’d heard somewhere that there was a way to unseal acupoints by circulating Internal Power, but he’d only learned martial techniques haphazardly and didn’t know how.
‘When I escape from here, I’ll learn it no matter what!’
The resolve was grand, but reality was cruel.
No matter how much he gathered his Internal Power, the seal wouldn’t break. His power merely sloshed uselessly in place, like water trapped behind a dam.
Without knowing the method, and sealed besides, failure was inevitable.
“Stop wasting effort.”
Pokryeol Magun let out a cold laugh and placed his hand on Imgang’s back. At that touch—slithering and chilling like a serpent crawling across bare skin—Imgang’s body convulsed.
Then it came.
A torrent of Internal Power surged in, violent and scorching as a volcano seconds before eruption.
He was forcing the Minor Heavenly Circulation to activate.
“……!”
Imgang tried to resist with everything he had, but it was useless. The depth and density of Pokryeol Magun’s Internal Power was overwhelming—though that wasn’t the real problem.
Imgang’s own Internal Power still wouldn’t move.
“It’s pointless,” Pokryeol Magun said flatly.
“Quantity of Internal Power alone determines nothing. Internal Power without Intent and Will is worthless—worse than having none at all.”
His Internal Power flowed along Imgang’s Meridians. It felt as though the vessels themselves were being scorched. The pain was so exquisite that nausea clawed up his throat, making him want to retch up everything in his stomach.
“You see? Merely applying a seal prevents your Internal Power from flowing at all. How is this different from water pooling stagnant in a hollow?”
Pokryeol Magun spoke as though Imgang were already his successor, instructing him with the authority of a master.
“Intent is what gives direction to Internal Power. Will is what drives force along that path. Without both, Internal Power is merely stagnant—incapable of accomplishing anything.”
The Acupoint Sealing prevented Imgang from responding aloud, so he grumbled silently instead.
‘What kind of nonsense is that?’
He couldn’t make sense of it no matter how hard he tried. Giving it direction? Driving force through it? Intent? Will? Was this Newton’s Second Law of Motion or something?
He’d never thought about such things because his skills activated automatically. He just breathed a little and his Internal Power circulated; he channeled that power and became stronger. That was all there was to it.
No one had ever taught him otherwise.
Pokryeol Magun noticed the vacant glaze in Imgang’s eyes and stopped explaining.
“…Words won’t work. I’ll teach you through your body instead.”
With that, Pokryeol Magun’s Internal Power initiated the Minor Heavenly Circulation. Imgang’s own power was forced to move in tandem, compelled entirely by the will of his master.
Qi rose from the Dantian, traveling up the Conception Vessel. It passed through the abdomen, the chest, the throat, and into the head—then descended once more along the Governing Vessel.
‘…Ugh.’
It felt obscene. Having his own Internal Power manipulated by another’s will was like insects crawling beneath his skin.
Yet simultaneously, a faint sense of what the Minor Heavenly Circulation truly was began to crystallize.
The pathways through which Internal Power flowed. The structure of the Meridians themselves.
Things he had never felt in his entire life were now opening before him, forced open by Pokryeol Magun’s dominating touch.
Apart from the revulsion, it was wondrous.
Nothing like the snap of a skill activating.
It was when the Minor Heavenly Circulation was roughly halfway complete that something strange occurred.
“…What in the—?!”
A martial cultivator possessed three Dantians in total.
The Lower Dantian beneath the abdomen, the Middle Dantian at the heart, the Upper Dantian in the head. Only from the Middle Dantian onward could one access and unlock the Conception and Governing Vessels—and from that point forward, one transcended the realm of ordinary humanity.
Imgang’s current cultivation was Second-Rate, which meant he possessed only the Lower Dantian.
The Middle Dantian had never opened. It had never even formed.
And the moment the Minor Heavenly Circulation passed through the region of the heart—
—something extraordinary happened within that sealed Middle Dantian.
Hummmmm.
A wave of Qi, distinct from Pokryeol Magun’s Demonic Qi and from Imgang’s own Internal Power alike.
A crimson-gold aura blazed to life.
[The Demon-Slaying Blood Meridian Sword’s aura has sensed the Demonic Qi and awakens.]
The aura of the Demon-Slaying Blood Meridian Sword.
The power of an ascendant sword art—one that had reached the Three Ascensions by slaying Demon Cultivators—lay dormant within the sealed Middle Dantian, waiting.
Because it had never been opened, it had not appeared on his status window, and thus he had never known.
In an instant, the two auras collided within Imgang’s body.
CRASH—!
An explosion erupted from within. The two forces clashed, and his Meridians convulsed violently.
‘Hrk……!’
The Acupoint Sealing kept him from crying out, but the shock transmitted itself fully. Imgang’s eyes rolled back.
Ping!
[You have sustained internal injuries.]
A notification he’d never seen before.
Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Thanks for the helpful update!
As if I needed to know something I didn’t.

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