The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 92

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 92
Nacheon Jingun regained consciousness after four days.
And the moment he awoke, the first person to visit him was
Jeok Yang-jin, the Sect Master of the Jayun Sect.
“How are you feeling?”
“I appreciate your concern. Not bad at all.”
In fact, my body felt considerably lighter than before.
Was it because I’d been freed from the poison’s grip?
But how had I survived that place?
“Did you subdue Sidokmagun, Sect Master? I owe you a tremendous debt.”
As Nacheon Jingun expressed his gratitude without knowing the full story, Jeok Yang-jin shook his head.
“It wasn’t me.”
“Then…?”
“Didn’t a disciple named Ilhyang recently join our sect?”
Why was he suddenly bringing up that brat?
Could it be…?
“Did that one die this time?”
He had considerable talent, that one.
The way he handled law artifacts was far from ordinary.
As regret flickered across Nacheon Jingun’s face, Jeok Yang-jin shook his head again and spoke.
“He was concealing his true identity.”
“What?”
“He’s at least at my level, if not higher.”
“That can’t be… At that time, clearly…”
When I’d observed him several times before, the aura he possessed was definitely only at the Foundational Qi stage.
“He must have mastered some special cultivation technique. Regardless, I owe my life to him.”
Jeok Yang-jin explained everything that had happened that day in detail.
After listening intently to Jeok Yang-jin’s account with a grave expression, Nacheon Jingun exhaled a low sigh and spoke.
“What could he possibly want?”
“I can’t fathom it. If the incident with Ghost Shadow Demon Lord hadn’t erupted, I wouldn’t even be able to guess what he was after.”
Jeok Yang-jin sighed with a complicated expression.
Then Nacheon Jingun asked carefully.
“If that cunning fellow was after our sect’s 4th Realm Spirit Vein, wouldn’t that make sense?”
The 4th Realm Spirit Vein is certainly precious. But would Won Young-gi have infiltrated while concealing his identity just for that?
Nacheon Jingun’s deduction lacked solid evidence, but frustratingly, he couldn’t think of any counterargument.
“…In any case, whatever his purpose was, the fact remains that he saved you. That alone makes this transaction quite profitable for us.”
He had saved one of the only two Won Young-gi practitioners in the Jayun Sect.
When you weigh the value of that life, sharing a portion of the spirit vein isn’t a great loss.
The time limit is only ten years anyway.
‘The only concern is not knowing what his true purpose really is.’
What if the Spirit Vein’s lease wasn’t his friend’s ultimate objective?
Then what in the world could he want?
My mind grew tangled with complexity.
“Let me ask him directly. I remember he wasn’t someone so sinister as all that.”
Nacheon Jingun.
This man’s good friend still saw the world through rose-tinted glasses.
Could someone who had hidden their identity all this time really divulge their true purpose so easily?
“I’ll go ask him myself. Where is he right now?”
“He’s already left. He said he had something else to purchase.”
At that very moment, Ilhyang had arrived at the Beast Market.
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“You need ten thousand pounds of Floating Stone, customer?”
“That’s correct.”
This was a big spender.
In the miscellaneous shop of the Beast Market—in other words, at the Jinseong Trading Company—the clerk Yeo-uk shot up from his seat and bowed deeply.
“What you see over there is our Floating Stone inventory.”
“But is this all you have here?”
At Ilhyang’s disappointed tone, Yeo-uk responded with an eager voice.
“Ah, naturally we don’t keep that much in the shop itself. But if you visit the outer warehouse, we have more stock.”
“Can you deliver the remaining amount to the Purple Cloud Sect?”
“Of course. For a customer like yourself, that’s no problem at all. Honesty and trust are the pride of the Jinseong Trading Company. We can send it immediately using a 4th Realm courier.”
“Then deliver that to the Purple Cloud Sect. And three thousand pounds of Spatial Tremor Stone, two thousand pounds of Compression Ore, and…”
Ilhyang, who had stopped by the Beast Market in Hyeontcheon Holy City, had gone from shop to shop ordering everything he needed.
To bring people from the Lower Realm to the Upper Realm, he would need a special artifact.
These materials were all for crafting it.
“Please come visit us again!”
“If you ever need anything else, please use the Jungsi Trading Company anytime!”
“Our Sinjeong Trading Company has everything you could possibly want! If you visit us in the future, we’ll treat you as our most valued customer!”
Since the materials weren’t all available at a single shop, Ilhyang had to visit each material store in the Beast Market one by one.
Each time, the clerks called for the highest-ranking person in their shop.
And when leaving, the top manager would come out barefoot to personally see him off.
‘Money really does open doors.’
After paying for the materials with the Spirit Stones he’d received from the Black Night Sect,
Ilhyang used teleportation to return to the Purple Cloud Sect with a considerably lighter heart.
‘I’ve gathered all the urgent materials now.’
Without haggling, I paid exactly what the shops asked, lavishly spending Spirit Stones to gather everything, then returned to the Purple Cloud Sect to receive the bulky items I’d ordered delivered, storing them one by one in the storage chamber.
Meanwhile,
Man Chong, who had been rebuilding the collapsed palace halls at the entrance, approached with curious eyes and peered over.
“Hmm, what in the world did you buy so much of? What are all these things for, exactly?”
Man Chong asked with an inquisitive expression, but Ilhyang simply smiled faintly without offering much explanation.
“There is such a thing. And since it seems I’ll be busy for a while, I’ll ask for your understanding in advance.”
When Ilhyang dodged the question and smoothly changed the subject, Man Chong pouted and spun around sharply.
“Tch! I’m busy too. You know the formation completely collapsed this time, right? Ugh, we really have a lot to do. Junior Guard, didn’t Beobgi Dangjoo give you separate work to do?”
“Well… yes, that’s right.”
Man Chong still didn’t know Ilhyang’s true identity.
Jayun Sect Master.
Jeok Yang-jin hadn’t made any particular mention of Ilhyang to his disciples.
He had only instructed them to leave him alone and observe from a distance.
“Still, it’s fortunate that Beobgi Dangjoo has recovered.”
“Indeed. It’s fortunate.”
Nacheon Jingun appeared to have completely shaken off the addiction.
Ilhyang nodded inwardly and left behind Man Chong’s whining about being mobilized for manual labor.
He climbed a small mountain on the outermost edge of Jayun Sect Territory.
This was the area permitted by Jeok Yang-jin.
It was a place where a reasonably sized flow of spiritual energy from the 4th Realm Spirit Vein coursed through.
Since Jeok Yang-jin had directly granted permission to make it his territory, Ilhyang ascended to that place.
There, Nacheon Jingun stood with a somewhat troubled expression.
“I’ve been waiting for you quite a while.”
“It appears so.”
“I’m curious about your reasons for hiding your identity until now, but I won’t ask. However, there’s one thing I must know. What is your purpose?”
At the direct question, Ilhyang smiled faintly.
At that smile, Nacheon Jingun swallowed dryly without realizing it.
Ilhyang.
It was true that this mysterious high-ranking practitioner was the sect’s benefactor.
It was also true that one must repay a debt of gratitude.
But what if this person’s purpose threatened the sect’s very survival?
‘I would have to stop him.’
Strangely, his physical condition was better than before his injury, but Nacheon Jingun remained vigilant.
He touched the small hidden blades within his sleeves while fixing Ilhyang with a steady gaze.
Ilhyang met Nacheon Jingun’s tense stare head-on and nodded.
“My purpose harbors no ill intent. It will not bring harm to Jayun Sect.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Ilhyang nodded at Nacheon Jingun’s rather firm gaze.
The man had seemed like a good-natured, spineless fool most of the time.
But he wouldn’t let things slide carelessly even in a situation like this.
‘That’s fortunate, at least.’
I had thought he was a complete fool with no sense of security and blind trust in people, but it seems that’s not entirely the case.
There’s room for improvement.
“I intend to establish a sect based in this place. I will become its founder.”
Nacheon Jingun’s jaw moved slightly in acknowledgment.
This was information I had already heard from Jeok Yang-jin beforehand.
So this is where things become important.
“Then let me ask again. Are you of the Jeongzong or the Demonic Sect Alliance?”
The Upper Realm Immortal Cultivation Realm had suffered from severe factional strife for an extremely long time.
Jeongzong and the Demonic Sect Alliance were the apex of that factional conflict.
They had been in opposition since before the Upper Realm even came into existence.
In truth, if there hadn’t been the common enemy of the Demon Immortal Realm, the two forces would have clashed catastrophically long ago.
“Neither.”
“Don’t tell me you’re planning to establish a third faction?”
“That’s precisely it.”
That’s impossible.
There had been factions in the past who attempted such bold moves.
But most either came under attack from both sides, or simply faded away naturally before long.
Without the support of a major power, one could not endure in the Upper Realm for any extended period.
“…Is that truly all there is to it?”
“Yes.”
For now, it was.
Ilhyang regarded Nacheon Jingun with eyes utterly devoid of deception.
“I see. I believe you.”
Ilhyang observed Nacheon Jingun’s momentum deflate, and thought once more that he was still someone who trusted people too easily.
Yet he offered no further commentary.
Nacheon Jingun had already broken into a genial smile and even offered words of encouragement.
“Then I look forward to working with you. We’ll be living under the same roof for the next decade, after all.”
“I look forward to it as well.”
And so Nacheon Jingun vanished toward the ruined Law Artifact Hall.
I remained alone atop the mountain peak, sitting quietly as I surveyed my surroundings and fell into thought.
“No matter how I look at it, having visitors arrive like this is rather inconvenient.”
Even if I was merely renting a room within the Jayun Sect’s territory.
The landlord bursting through the door so casually was still far from ideal.
So I took a moment to observe the flow of mana that filled the surroundings like tangled threads, then nodded while perched upon a rock.
“I should construct a proper dwelling first.”
I extended my hand and slowly wove my magic.
First, a residential area to receive guests.
Crunch, crunch, crunch—
The earth’s surface rose as a massive structure began to take shape.
With unlimited mana at my disposal.
For a 6th Circle Grand Mage, constructing buildings through magic was hardly a difficult task.
In moments, a series of impressive palace halls materialized in succession.
And after that….
“…At that location which will become the center of the spirit vein, I should erect a Magic Tower.”
The formation that had enveloped the entire Jayun Sect shattered, leaving the 4th Realm Spirit Vein completely uncontrolled as spiritual energy ran rampant.
For that reason, it seemed prudent to separate and set aside in advance whatever portion of the 4th Realm Spirit Vein’s energies I was permitted to claim for future use.
To accomplish this, I needed to make the spiritual vein seep naturally into the Magic Tower.
But this required some preliminary work.
“First, I should manifest my Mental World.”
Murmuring thus, a 6th Circle Grand Mage’s Mental World unfurled across the earth in an instant.
Centered on Ilhyang, an enormous mass of luminescence materialized.
It swiftly transformed into a blazing sphere of light as brilliant as the sun, surging skyward from the ground and creating a colossal pillar of radiance.
And in that moment.
“What in the world is this…?”
Every Disciple of the Jayun Sect engaged in reconstruction work witnessed the massive column of light erupting from the mountain peak toward the heavens.
Nacheon Jingun and Jeok Yang-jin reacted first.
Whoosh—
As if by prior arrangement, both figures materialized near the pillar of light in an instant, unable to conceal their bewilderment.
“This… isn’t this a territorial proclamation by Hwa Shin-gi the Venerable? Have I misunderstood something?”
“….”
To Nacheon Jingun’s flustered question, Jeok Yang-jin offered no response.
He merely stood drenched in cold sweat, overwhelmed by the tremendous spiritual force radiating from the luminous mass.
“It appears it was indeed Senior Hwa Shin-gi, Sect Master.”
After a moment of studying the light mass with a complicated expression, Jeok Yang-jin spoke, releasing a deep sigh.
“I cannot fathom why this mysterious Senior Hwa Shin-gi has appeared in this land at this particular moment.”
With the master of Hyeoncheon Holy City—the true center of this realm—gone, an unknown Hwa Shin-gi Venerable had emerged.
This concerned both Jeongzong and the Demonic Sect Alliance.
Neither faction could afford to ignore such a development.
“…We must prepare to receive outside guests.”
There was no way to conceal this.
Had there still been a formation as before, perhaps.
But in a place now completely exposed like this, such a massive territorial proclamation could never be hidden.
Jeok Yang-jin felt a headache beginning to form.
Then.
CRACK-CRACK-CRACK—!
As if an earthquake had struck within the pillar of light, massive tremors shook the earth, and the rocky mountains rose like awakening giants.
These colossal stone giants positioned themselves in a circular formation at regular intervals.
They then fused tightly together, melting and solidifying under tremendous heat and pressure.
A wall as hard as metal materialized, and in an instant, a towering structure was completed.
“Remarkable… This is truly an extraordinary technique. I have no idea what fundamental method underlies it, but it is magnificent. Extraordinarily practical!”
“….”
Unaware of Jeok Yang-jin’s conflicted thoughts, the Law Artifact Hall Master Nacheon Jingun simply gazed at the colossal tower completing itself before his eyes in real time, uttering exclamations of wonder.

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