The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 87

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 87
Ghost Shadow Demon Lord and Sidokmagun.
These two Won-yeong Order Practitioners had invested tremendous effort into this assault on the Purple Cloud Sect.
First, they spent considerable time researching the gaps in the protective formation, and using vast resources, they secured internal collaborators to dismantle it.
Second, they injected minute quantities of poison into the Ship’s Shadow over an extended period—enough to remain undetected—to systematically erode the strength of the Purple Cloud Sect’s true pillars: the two Won-yeong Order Practitioners.
Sect Leader Jeok Yang-jin and Law Technique Sect Master Nacheon Jingun.
Sidokmagun had personally overseen this task.
After all, he possessed considerable expertise in the art of toxins.
By their reckoning, these two preparatory measures alone would suffice to dismantle a sect of the Purple Cloud Sect’s caliber.
In reality, the Black Night Sect had mobilized decision-stage and accumulation-stage practitioners.
But most of them were merely personnel brought along to control the Jiangshi.
From the moment the Purple Cloud Sect’s protective formation shattered, the outcome was already decided.
And now Nacheon Jingun had been subdued as well?
Even if they somehow managed to survive this ordeal.
The sect’s future was forfeit.
‘That’s why we grew careless.’
This was the lengthy excuse that Sidokmagun of the Black Night Sect could offer as he gathered Nacheon Jingun’s remains.
Of course, that alone did not explain the current situation.
Kwaaaaa―!
Even the actual flames of Hell would be colder than this.
In the instant he was struck by the tremendous pressure and highly concentrated inferno.
Sidokmagun did not even comprehend what had gone wrong.
However, the law artifacts he carried responded with remarkable speed.
They instantly erected a defensive barrier, protecting him safely.
Clang―! Screech―!
Two 3rd-tier defensive law artifacts shattered in an instant, and finally even the last artifact—the 4th-tier spirit treasure, the Demon-Faced Spirit Pearl—was obliterated.
The hellfire engulfed Sidokmagun entirely.
“Ugh….”
He could not even scream properly.
With his entire body melting away in terrible agony, he could only writhe on the ground.
In a single attack, his left upper body and lower half vanished.
Nearly half his head was blown away.
Yet even in that horrific state, Sidokmagun did not die.
“What? Was he a Lich?”
His vitality was extraordinary.
But upon closer inspection, he did not appear to be a true Lich.
A genuine Lich would have retained his faculties and launched an immediate counterattack despite such injuries.
‘But this is still problematic.’
Ilhyang clicked his tongue briefly and immediately began casting the next spell.
Or rather, he attempted to.
Had it not been for the Jiangshi swarming toward him at that very moment, it would have been so.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Boom—!
Twelve black-blood Jiangshi.
These creatures, possessed of monstrous strength that surpassed even the masters of the Murim, unleashed their demonic energy upon the location where I stood.
I seized that brief window to hurl the unconscious Nacheon Jingun far away, and in nearly the same instant, I activated Blink to escape the area.
Then Sidokmagun came into view—his body regenerating in real-time like that of a lizard, reforming from nothingness.
I grasped that matters were spiraling into chaos.
Yet even that assessment had to be completed in an instant.
The black-blood Jiangshi hurled themselves toward me with eyes blazing crimson light, moving with ferocious speed.
Remarkable aggression and judgment, truly.
“Fools.”
Vengeance for their master?
Or perhaps they acted under some other command—I could not say.
Yet if they charged in like this, why did they not see that their main position was left undefended?
Crash! Crash! Crash! Boom—!
The palace hall on this level where I had stood moments before was reduced to powder in an instant, its form utterly obliterated.
But I was no longer there.
Rather than fleeing far, I had instead reappeared beside Sidokmagun once more.
And then.
Flames that had gathered like clouds at my fingertips erupted outward.
[Chain Explosion—a cascading destructive spell.]
This possessed lower single-target destructive power than Hellfire.
Yet its range was overwhelmingly vast—a wide-area destruction spell of immense scope.
I drove it directly into Sidokmagun’s body, which was only now recovering.
Crash! Crash! Crash—!
Liches were troublesome precisely because of their overwhelming regenerative capacity.
So I incinerated everything within a certain radius entirely.
Flesh desperately regenerating from the ground.
Sidokmagun’s form was exposed to the pure white flames.
In an instant it transformed into blackened charcoal, and the earth around the area exposed to the flames bubbled and roiled as though lava had been poured upon it.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle—!
The acrid stench of burning flesh.
Where the flames had vanished, there remained what appeared to be charcoal—the remains of Sidokmagun.
Yet suddenly a small luminous form burst forth from that place, shooting outward like an arrow.
Whoosh—!
[Damn it! Damn it! This wretched bastard dares ambush me? I shall not forget this! I have memorized your face!]
The Small Human fleeing.
That was Sidokmagun’s Wonyeonggi—his primordial spirit.
Masters of the Won-yeong Order could, even if their physical bodies were completely destroyed, eject their true essence—the Wonyeonggi—separately in this manner.
And should one escape in such a state, while they could no longer elevate their realm, they could recover to their original level of power within a short span of time.
Was that why?
Half of the twelve black blood jiangshi desperately protected that small human form, while the other half lunged at me.
I watched silently before drawing a sneer across my lips, raising my hand with fingers extended like a blade.
“That’s only if you can escape from here.”
[Iiiiik—! Kill that bastard right now!]
Provoked by my taunt, eleven of the black blood jiangshi—all except one—hurled their qi energy at me, swinging it like axes.
Then.
Crackle crackle—
At the fingertip of my raised hand, something like a faint shimmer rippled.
This was lightning compressed to its absolute limit.
[Plasma cutter.]
Whoooosh—
The ultra-dense compressed lightning cleaved everything within its range horizontally in two.
Of course, within that cleaved range was precisely Sidokmagun’s spirit form as well.
Crack—!
[Ah… Father! I beg you, avenge this worthless son….]
The moment Sidokmagun’s spirit form was split.
A dark mist-like substance erupted from that spirit, scattering into the void.
I immediately rushed forward and sucked all of that mist-like substance into my embrace.
“Ha! A curse spell too? You really do have all sorts of tricks.”
I had consumed so much mana that my face had become deathly pale and bloodless.
Yet I managed to successfully collect every fragment of the scattering curse spell by greedily drawing in mana.
I gathered that black mist into a sphere and burned it away with flames as I spoke.
“This realm is a world where you can’t let your guard down even after killing everything.”
I was appalled.
Being a lich was already disconcerting enough.
But to set up a curse spell to activate after death?
Looking back now, the curse spell itself wasn’t particularly dangerous.
It was simply.
“A notification spell designed to reach someone far away.”
It was a type similar to a fingerprint spell that informed a distant party of one’s death.
This was the kind of curse spell worth using when you had strong backing.
But when faced with a master capable of recognizing and destroying it, it became utterly useless and shattered like now.
“Anyway, what do I do with this now.”
As I approached and examined the charred remains, I found myself involuntarily licking my lips.
Along with ten corpses that spilled out when Sidokmagun’s treasure vault shattered, an enormous pile of precious spirit pills and spirit stones had accumulated.
Moreover, law artifacts and cultivation manuals were scattered across the ground as well.
“He was wealthy.”
I was pleased.
I had needed many spirit stones to purchase materials in the Upper Realm anyway.
I never expected to resolve things this way.
Originally, I had planned to craft simple artifacts and sell them.
But this approach would save considerable time.
“This is garbage… and unfortunately, this one is completely shattered.”
I discarded the items that had been completely destroyed by the impact, and after haphazardly stuffing the intact ones into my spatial storage, I examined the well-preserved corpses scattered across the ground and muttered to myself.
I examined the well-preserved corpses scattered across the ground and muttered to myself.
“This is definitely the Upper Realm, after all.”
Even the Jiangshi I had obtained from the Lower Realm proved remarkably useful for quite some time, so I was well aware that the necromantic arts of this world’s Jiangshi techniques rivaled necromancy itself.
But the Black Night Sect’s elder-class necromancer—
The Jiangshi that Sidokmagun commanded operated on an entirely different level.
“He was far more skilled than I anticipated.”
As I examined the jade slip inscribed with “Profound Yin Heavenly Corpse Technique,” I found myself involuntarily marveling at this world’s necromantic arts.
The Profound Yin Heavenly Corpse Technique was likely the necromancy that Sidokmagun had been cultivating—the spirit-commanding arts of this realm.
Its depth was considerable.
The secret techniques for handling Jiangshi held little new knowledge for me.
But regarding the pharmaceuticals used in creating Jiangshi, there were aspects so intricate and diabolical that even I had to admire them.
Had my initial ambush not dealt a fatal blow, he would have been a rather troublesome opponent.
Liches in particular were fearsome with their regenerative prowess and bizarre curse techniques.
The longer the confrontation dragged on, the more power I would have expended.
“Still…”
The moment Sidokmagun’s spirit essence was severed, the black-blood Jiangshi collapsed to the ground like puppets with cut strings.
Though their upper bodies had been cleanly severed, they recovered from the severed portions without concern and gazed at me with vacant eyes.
It seemed the hypnotic command had been released once their master perished.
“Just collecting those alone would be a windfall.”
Yes.
To be honest, those alone represented an enormous harvest.
But what truly thrilled me were the ten corpses that had burst forth when Sidokmagun’s spatial storage ruptured.
These were on an entirely different level.
If the black-blood Jiangshi were one tier above Death Knight grade—
Then these corpses were one tier above that.
“These must have been intended to create death knight mages.”
It was a jackpot after a long time.
Death knight mages.
In other words, he had been attempting to create mages of death knight caliber.
Since mages were inherently difficult to cultivate, across the Seven Continents it was nearly impossible to create them as Jiangshi.
A true mage required a sufficiently powerful ego to begin with.
But the approach in this world differed somewhat.
Fundamentally, they weren’t created from mages but from the corpses of Celestial Watchers.
With sufficient resources invested, it seemed one could indeed create magical-type Jiangshi.
Moreover, these had already undergone all pharmaceutical treatment and magical procedures.
“But why didn’t I just wake them up and bring them along?”
A faint question crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.
Then I rapidly absorbed the mana scattered throughout the air, first imprinting myself as their new master upon the dark blood jiangshi, and
next, I began the imprinting process on the Night Mage lying on the ground.

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