The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 112

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Surviving in the Murim as a Mage: Episode 112
The Yongeul Sect had been counted among the top five powers in the Immortal Celestial Realm for ages.
Thus, they had always contended for supremacy among the sects.
They had ceaselessly checked the growing influence of the Demonic Sect Alliance.
Joining forces with other righteous sects, they hunted countless demons and contributed to the peace of the Upper Realm.
This was their pride.
‘Elder Heo was not meant to die like this.’
Yunhae Venerable.
Famous in the Yongeul Sect as a master of puppet crafting, he squeezed his eyes shut.
An utterly absurd incident had unfolded right before his eyes.
‘The Yeon Heo-gi Monk is dead!’
The Cheong-un Merchant had been slain.
None other than the Yeon Heo-gi Monk.
There were only three of them in the entire Major Sect Alliance.
The practical leadership had been eliminated.
‘And the opponent was Hwa Shin-gi from the Demonic Sect Alliance!’
Remarkably, something that should be nearly impossible in the Suxian Realm had occurred.
A lower-realm cultivator slaying a higher-realm cultivator.
This was a situation where the sect had to be informed at any cost.
They had to know that such an incomprehensible monster existed within the Demonic Sect Alliance.
‘But how?’
That creature had released dozens of Jiangshi to obstruct their escape.
Meanwhile, the Won-yeong Order Practitioners who should have faced this crisis together were paralyzed by fear, stumbling about uselessly.
A hopeless situation.
‘Just a moment….’
If he could only contact the sect before they all died here.
Then it would be a death worthy of meaning.
Yunhae Venerable made his decision and immediately mobilized the remaining twenty puppets, bundling them into a tight sphere to form a defensive formation.
Abandoning all offense.
Creating a purely defensive stance.
Solely to buy a fleeting moment in which to send a sound transmission talisman.
And the instant the formation was established.
Boom—crash—bang!
Ilhyang’s Black Blood Corpse Demons and Dark Knight Mages rushed forward, concentrating their full power to brutally pummel the puppets’ bodies one-sidedly.
Yet Yunhae Venerable laughed even as blood streamed from the corners of his mouth.
‘I have enough time.’
For vengeance.
The sect would exact bloody retribution for their deaths.
As Yunhae Venerable opened his mouth, now crimson with flowing blood, to transmit his voice.
“Well, well~ could it be you were aiming for this all along, Senior?”
“That’s right. Creatures like this always operate the same way. No need to waste energy unnecessarily. We just need to seize this single moment.”
What?
My voice wouldn’t come out.
I needed to relay the current situation to the Celestial Watchers, but….
Why wouldn’t my voice….
“Venerable!”
“Senior!”
Huh?
Why were they standing upside down….
Drip, drip―
Only then did Yunhae Venerable grasp the situation.
The arm of the Jiangshi that had pierced through the overlapping bodies of the puppets.
It was holding Yunhae Venerable’s neck inverted, ripped clean away.
“If that creature had resisted to the very end, it would have taken far more effort.”
“Indeed. This one was troublesome enough, but the puppets it controlled were quite formidable. At minimum, the three here were all Fifth-Tier puppets.”
Had Yunhae Venerable maintained composure and resisted until the end, it would have taken at least half a day.
Of course, under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been caught so easily.
But now, with both Ilhyang and Woo Ki-cheon nearly exhausted from battling Yeon Heo-gi Monk, there was no helping it.
That’s why I had unleashed my full power for just this single moment.
“I could tell from just looking at your eyes that you were going to contact your sect. So don’t feel too wronged about this.”
“….”
The head of Yunhae Venerable, eyes wide open in shock.
There, consciousness finally severed.
The body of the true form split apart, and a pristine spirit essence burst forth.
[Do you think the Yongeul Sect will leave you alone?! We will! We will absolutely have our revenge!]
“That may be so. But at least for now, they’ll leave you be, won’t they? They’ll know nothing of this.”
[Curse you, damn….]
Yunhae Venerable attempted to flee immediately, wearing a pitiful expression.
“Not a chance.”
Shwooosh―
From Ilhyang’s fingertips, which had been prepared in advance, a web-like mana net poured forth, firmly ensnaring Yunhae Venerable’s spirit essence.
And Ilhyang forcibly crammed it into the small iron box where the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord had previously been confined.
“Ugh… Even for a spirit form, being compressed like that must be incredibly painful.”
Woo Ki-cheon, who had experience as a spirit form, involuntarily made a disgusted expression.
Even with a body no larger than a palm when he was a spirit form, that iron box had been incredibly cramped.
A spirit essence was as large as an actual human body.
But if it were folded and stuffed into such a small box like that?
It wouldn’t take long before consciousness shattered.
[Grrrrgh…! Grrrrgh!]
Ilhyang paid no mind, pressing down repeatedly on the struggling Yunhae Venerable, who continued screaming, folding it smaller and smaller.
I locked them perfectly inside the iron box.
Crunch—
As I secured the final shackles on the iron box, I gazed at the frozen Won Young-gi Celestial Watchers.
From the moment Yunhae Venerable died, they had abandoned all will to resist.
In truth, they never possessed the means to resist in the first place.
Even deploying only the Black Blood Corpse Demons and Dark Knight Mages I had specially refined.
I could suppress three Won Young-gi Monks without difficulty.
“A good start. I’ve become wealthy.”
“Congratulations, Senior.”
Immediately after I spoke, Woo Ki-cheon offered his congratulations.
The Won Young-gi Monks, their faces deathly pale, prostrated themselves on the ground in unison.
“P-please spare us, Venerable! We will do anything you ask. We can give you as many spirit stones as you desire!”
The Won Young-gi Celestial Watchers pressed their foreheads to the ground in desperate supplication.
But I shook my head with an indifferent expression.
“Your Jeo-mul Platform is already mine now. If I’m giving you what’s already mine, that’s not negotiation. Is your life worth nothing but spirit stones?”
“Th-then….”
Paralyzed by terror, the Won Young-gi Celestial Watchers couldn’t think straight.
They had always positioned themselves as predators, treating people as resources.
They had never once imagined being on the receiving end of such treatment.
“If I had been weak, I would be in your exact position right now. So let’s not harbor resentment toward each other.”
“Please… show mercy….”
I smiled faintly.
“Did you ever spare those who begged for their lives?”
“….”
The Won Young-gi Celestial Watchers fell silent, lowering their heads.
They couldn’t bring themselves to lie.
My cold gaze seemed ready to pierce their hearts at any moment.
“Since these bodies have many uses and I don’t intend to damage them severely, there’s no need to be so afraid. There will be no pain.”
Watching the trembling Won Young-gi Monks, I felt no guilt whatsoever.
This realm had always been this way.
Besides, they had launched the first strike, so guilt was the last thing I should feel.
All I felt now was deep satisfaction from the abundant harvest.
“None of these three are combat types. They’ll be suitable for conversion into Liches.”
If I kept them confined in boxes, they would become obedient soon enough.
Then I wouldn’t reach the level of the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord, which was tier six.
But I could create an additional Jiangshi of approximately tier 5.5.
I didn’t waste any more time and gestured with my chin.
The Black Blood Corpse Demons then lightly twisted the necks of the Won Young-gi Monks, who had given up all resistance in terror, severing their lifelines.
Then.
Boom boom boom—!
Small spheres of light burst forth from the dantians of the Won-yeong Order Practitioners.
Those were their true forms—their Won-yeong essences.
Unlike the Yunhae Venerable, they didn’t even dare entertain thoughts of escape.
They merely huddled together in place, trembling uncontrollably.
Ilhyang leisurely crafted an iron box before them, meticulously inscribing sealing incantations into its surface.
“If you obey my commands, I won’t destroy your essences.”
[P-please, we beg for your mercy, Venerable….]
[Our Yongeul Sect has a secret base where we’ve accumulated resources from the Deep Three Continents!]
[I-I know the location of a secret realm in the Deep Three Continents!]
[I also know where a spirit stone mine is!]
[I know the location of a rare spirit herb field!]
The three men desperately spilled every precious piece of information they possessed in their struggle for survival.
They had no choice.
Being trapped in a Soul Furnace and squeezed eternally was the typical outcome they faced.
To survive this moment, they had to try anything.
Ilhyang listened to their words obediently before nodding.
“Get inside here for now.”
After placing one essence into each of the three small iron boxes,
Ilhyang exhaled a deep sigh.
“…It’s finally over.”
Ilhyang collapsed onto the ground with an utterly exhausted expression.
Sweat poured profusely from his back.
Though he appeared fine, he had actually pushed himself perilously close to his limits.
And Woo Ki-cheon was in the same condition.
His body was in abnormal shape from secretly breaching the Yunhae Venerable’s puppet defense formation at the end.
“I’m dying here, Senior. I don’t understand why this is so exhausting even though I’m a Jiangshi? Is this normally how it is?”
“You’ll recover quickly enough.”
“Ugh, I’m dead but this is killing me. Hahaha.”
Watching Woo Ki-cheon joke around, Ilhyang chuckled softly, had the Jiangshi guard the perimeter, then carefully sat down and tossed a few medicinal pills into his mouth.
‘I’ll recover as much as possible before moving.’
From the start, I had fortunately encountered enemies at a manageable level.
But this was luck at play.
What if two monsters of Yeon Heo-gi’s caliber had moved together?
Or if those creatures just now had been slightly more cautious?
‘I probably would have become materials instead.’
Though the battle had concluded well, there was an enormous variable in this engagement.
The maintenance duration of the Dispel net was far shorter than anticipated.
I nearly failed to bind them at all.
Thinking carefully about why,
it appeared the artifacts existing in this world were far more powerful than I had imagined.
‘The Qingyun Merchant’s defensive artifacts were all destroyed, but they were impressive nonetheless.’
To neutralize the overwhelming power of the Dispel, all of the Qingyun Merchant’s artifacts had either melted away or shattered like fragile glass.
Several of them appeared to be at least tier-6 artifacts.
If I had controlled the Dispel’s power to recover them, though?
The mere thought of the outcome sent a chill down Ilhyang’s spine.
When facing an enemy, I had to commit fully with the intention to kill without hesitation.
‘I cannot afford to act like those fools I’ve cursed for their stupidity. The Qingyun Merchant died because of carelessness. I must never forget that.’
Ilhyang closed his eyes and settled into a lotus position, his breathing gradually becoming calm and measured.
The tremendous mana of the Deep Three Continents began to flow rapidly and continuously into Ilhyang’s now-empty heart circle, replenishing it in real time.
And beside him, Woo Ki-cheon observed this swift recovery with an enigmatic gleam in his eyes.

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