The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 89

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 89
‘Damn it! Curse this all!’
How had things come to this?
Why hadn’t that bastard fallen under the poison’s influence?
I had clearly watched him consume the Baeyeong Elixir laced with poison multiple times through an internal traitor within the Purple Cloud Sect.
Yet Jeok Yang-jin showed absolutely no signs of addiction.
‘Either this wretch has mastered some special cultivation technique, or he never actually consumed the poisoned Baeyeong Elixir.’
Which of the two was the truth?
During the actual battle with Jeok Yang-jin, Ghost Shadow Demon Lord found himself so consumed with curiosity and distraction that he couldn’t fully immerse himself in combat.
Unable to bear it any longer, he threw a question directly at his opponent.
Boom—crash—bang!
After landing a strike and creating distance between them.
Ghost Shadow Demon Lord spoke rapidly.
“Jeok Yang-jin! Why didn’t the poison take hold of you?”
“What nonsense are you spouting? Did you actually use poison on me?”
He hadn’t sensed anything like that.
As Jeok Yang-jin’s face grew urgent and he quickly reassessed his entire body’s condition.
“We’ve been selling you poisoned Baeyeong Elixirs all this time. So why are you perfectly fine?”
Suddenly, absurd words spilled from the enemy’s mouth.
While Jeok Yang-jin stood bewildered.
Ghost Shadow Demon Lord made no effort to hide his own panic.
In truth, the greatest weakness of this operation—which relied fundamentally on poisoning through the Baeyeong Elixir—was precisely this.
It was impossible to tell from appearance alone whether the target had been poisoned or not.
This was because the poison administered through the Baeyeong Elixir took the form of latent toxin.
Even the person who consumed it remained completely unaware of their own poisoning.
Then, at the critical moment.
When the special antidote was released.
The poisoning symptoms would explode outward in a kind of hybrid toxin method.
Only through such secrecy could even the Won-yeong Order Practitioners be poisoned.
This had been an unavoidable choice.
The problem was Jeok Yang-jin, who had heard Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s voluntary confession.
His expression, which had been filled with fighting spirit against Ghost Shadow Demon Lord until moments before.
Now bore a somewhat absurd emotion.
“Poison mixed into the Baeyeong Elixir? What? Then by now, Nacheon Jingun must be poisoned!”
The moment this thought connected, Jeok Yang-jin’s heart sank.
The core practitioners of the Purple Cloud Sect were himself and Nacheon Jingun.
Two Won-yeong Order Practitioners.
If even one of them disappeared from the sect, it was obvious the Purple Cloud Sect would face immediate crisis.
Ghost Shadow Demon Lord, already known to have been annihilated, had suddenly brought up old matters and sent a challenge letter requesting a duel.
I had been inwardly worried about what secret technique he might have prepared.
‘So such a thing never existed from the beginning.’
These wretches had simply laid their treacherous hands in advance.
“Kekeke, that’s right. Nacheon Jingun will certainly be addicted. That fool will be dealt with by Sidokmagun of the Black Night Sect.”
At Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s cackling, Jeok Yang-jin’s eyes flipped with fury.
“You cowardly bastards! If the Higher Sects learn of this, do you think they’ll sit idle?”
“Hehe, if they don’t sit idle? By the time they make their move, the entire match will already be decided. What will they possibly know by then?”
That was true enough.
Addiction or whatever else.
Once you won the match and disposed of the opponent’s corpse,
how could anyone discern the cowardly technique used?
Jeok Yang-jin clenched his teeth and surveyed his surroundings.
Already, the area around the Mountain Peak where they stood was empty save for the two of them.
Because the Mental Worlds they had each unfolded were far too intense.
Unless one was a Won-yeong Order Practitioner of at least comparable cultivation, one could not approach this vicinity.
“So you planned this from the very beginning.”
That was it.
This was a meticulously designed trap.
Though they were enemies, at least in this regard he had to acknowledge it.
But simultaneously, his fury only swelled further, so Jeok Yang-jin gathered his inner energy and shot a glare at Ghost Shadow Demon Lord.
In that moment, Ghost Shadow Demon Lord swallowed dryly several times and asked again.
“So what’s your answer to my question? Haven’t I kindly explained the circumstances to you? Then you should at least give me an answer. Isn’t that in keeping with honor?”
“…You mad apostate.”
To dig such a trap and then demand an answer.
A truly shameless creature.
Or perhaps one with a twisted mind.
And Jeok Yang-jin knew precisely how to make such madmen suffer.
By simply keeping his mouth shut to the very end.
He understood well that this would drive the other’s mind to the brink of rupture.
“What, you won’t speak? Is it really that difficult?”
Certainly, Ghost Shadow Demon Lord displayed an expression of restlessness watching Jeok Yang-jin refuse to answer.
Gathering his accumulated energy along with a talisman, Jeok Yang-jin declared,
“Even if you kill me, you will never learn the truth.”
“You wretched bastard?”
Crash—crash—boom!
The two resumed their battle,
and the collision was far more violent than before.
Now that they had seen each other’s depths, they rushed forward in earnest combat.
Graaahhh—!
Kyaaahhh—!
Mournful ghost songs filling all directions.
Yet Jeok Yang-jin didn’t even blink, deflecting every technique the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord unleashed.
The Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s primary arsenal consisted of the spirits he had accumulated over time.
In other words, he commanded Ghost Generals and Ghost Soldiers to construct massive formations and launch attacks.
His earlier decision to unleash the Thousand Ghost Soul Binding Technique across the entire Purple Cloud Sect territory, flooding this region with an enormous horde of spirits, had been merely one preliminary step to fortify his Mental World further.
Against him, Jeok Yang-jin relied primarily on pure martial techniques for his offensive strikes.
The reason the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord, despite surrounding Jeok Yang-jin from all sides and appearing to hold the advantage, dared not recklessly charge forward was simple.
The talismans Jeok Yang-jin withdrew from his robes with each motion.
Those talismans boasted truly devastating destructive power.
‘Damn it—one careless mistake and I’m truly dead.’
The unintoxicated Jeok Yang-jin proved far more formidable than anticipated.
Consequently, the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord attempted to maintain distance while engaging him.
Yet Jeok Yang-jin desperately sought to close the gap.
However, the Hundred Ghosts that the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord personally commanded, in addition to the Ghost Generals and Ghost Soldiers, made it impossible to draw near.
Both combatants understood clearly.
Each was hunting for a single lethal strike against the other.
Yet remarkably, their realms of power were astonishingly similar.
Because of this, even should one eliminate the other, both knew with certainty that they would suffer catastrophic damage afterward—damage from which recovery would be impossible.
‘Perhaps we’ll both suffer mutual defeat.’
The same thought surfaced in both their minds.
Yet neither could halt here or attempt to flee.
Should they do so, a lethal blow would instantly strike the back of their heads.
As they patiently probed, each seeking an opening to land a decisive strike.
A subtle shift occurred.
The Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s eyes gleamed.
‘An opening? No… this is a trap!’
A momentary, lethal vulnerability appeared in Jeok Yang-jin.
The Ghost Shadow Demon Lord initially flinched, preparing to exploit that opening with a powerful strike.
But he rapidly regained his composure and instead widened the distance further.
‘That old fox would never expose such an opening!’
He had nearly fallen for it.
The bait had been that lethal.
Yet remarkably, Jeok Yang-jin simply stood motionless in place, his expression darkening.
He did not advance to attack.
Witnessing this, the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord grew emboldened and sneered.
“Kehehehe, so you thought I’d fall for such a foolish trap?”
“….”
Jeok Yang-jin offered no response to the mockery.
He merely gazed at the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord with a complex expression.
“Stop probing and come at me!”
Just as the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord, his face brimming with excitement, was about to intensify his assault.
Jeok Yang-jin, who had been defending against the assault, suddenly opened his mouth.
“I accept your proposal.”
“…What? What are you saying right now?”
While Ghost Shadow Demon Lord stood bewildered, unable to grasp the situation.
Two massive talismans blazing as brilliantly as the sun materialized from Jeok Yang-jin’s fingertips and swept across Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s front.
‘A decisive gambit!’
This was undoubtedly his trump card.
Ghost Shadow Demon Lord instantly erased Jeok Yang-jin’s earlier muttering from his mind.
He mobilized his hundred ghosts to intercept the talisman attack bearing down upon him.
It was likewise the most formidable technique he had been conserving until now.
Ting—
The dharma treasure within his robes.
He shook the Ghost King’s Bell, condensing all his hundred ghosts into a single mass.
Thus summoning the king of all hundred ghosts.
The Hundred Ghost King.
Grrrraaaaaahhhhh—!
Originally, the Hundred Ghost King was a specter of a grade that an intermediate Won-yeong Order Practitioner could not handle.
So he had summoned only an incomplete corporeal form of the Hundred Ghost King.
Yet even so, an enormous strain fell upon Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s spirit and soul.
But.
‘I’ve won!’
Only exhilaration filled the corners of Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s mouth as blood streamed from it.
His opponent had revealed his trump card first.
This was already a loss in a battle of endurance.
And in a contest decided by a single card’s difference, everyone knew that the card played last held a hundredfold advantage!
Craaaaaahhhhh—!
As if to prove this, the colossal Hundred Ghost King, with a low roar, batted away the two incoming talismans with its fist.
Boom—! Boom-boom-boom-boom—!
In the process of colliding with the talismans, Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s spirit and soul shattered and suffered grave damage.
Yet Ghost Shadow Demon Lord, his body half-reduced to rags, watched the Hundred Ghost King charge toward Jeok Yang-jin with a smile of supreme satisfaction.
In that instant.
Right beside the completely unsuspecting Ghost Shadow Demon Lord.
A figure materialized like a phantom.
‘What—?’
When a person is too startled, words fail to emerge properly.
Indeed, as Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s mouth gaped open and he could do nothing.
Shhhhiiiiing—
From Ghost Shadow Demon Lord’s crown to his groin.
A blade wreathed in pale blue flames crossed back and forth dozens of times, searing through him.

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