You Have Been Invited to the Auction House of the Gods - Chapter 137

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137

 

After the Research Lab Dungeon disappeared, the Medical Camp quickly regained stability.

 

The WHO Hunter Corps chose to remain, while I decided to return home.

 

Since the source of infection was gone, there was no particular reason for me to stay.

 

Most of the supplies I had brought were left behind locally.

 

The Ethiopian Government proposed appreciation ceremonies and official schedules, but I politely declined them all.

 

Although the Research Lab Dungeon had disappeared, it was hard to believe the Cult had completely withdrawn.

 

Since the Doctor had fallen into my hands, there might be additional intervention.

 

Staying here itself was a risk.

 

I left Ethiopia after receiving Director Heinrich’s apology and words of gratitude.

 

I arrived in Korea in the evening.

 

I quickly handed the Doctor over to Sadangpae.

 

The interrogation wasn’t conducted immediately.

 

As soon as we arrived in Korea, Yamyeong went on a business trip.

 

It seemed he had caught wind of something in Africa.

 

There was Yamyeong’s absence, but there was no need to rush things now.

 

With Liu Chen, time was pressing because he didn’t have much life left,

 

but the Doctor was in very healthy condition.

 

Most importantly, this time I planned to prepare thoroughly so the Cult Leader wouldn’t intervene.

 

When I arrived at the Guild Building, it was a little past 10 o’clock.

 

I took a shower, had a simple meal, and sat down at my desk.

 

Using this raid as an opportunity, I planned to teach proper Martial Arts to the Guild Members.

 

Of course, there was Martial Arts Training led by Zhang Qingye, but it was still insufficient to call it Martial Arts.

 

It was merely at the level of helping them sense the concepts of Internal Energy or Mana.

 

The Martial Arts I experienced in the Heavenly Demon’s training were on a completely different level from that.

 

It was truly a power worthy of the name Martial Arts.

 

If the Guild Members could use Martial Arts,

 

their survival time would greatly increase during long-term raids or emergency situations.

 

That wasn’t all.

 

Besides combat, it could be used in quite a variety of fields.

 

Things like Movement Techniques, Pressure Point Strikes, and Sound Transmission.

 

But I couldn’t readily start writing.

 

“…”

 

I stared at the blank Paper for a long time before leaning back in my chair.

 

Everything was good. No matter how I looked at it, learning Martial Arts would benefit the entire Guild.

 

But there was one problem.

 

“Would the kids be able to use Demonic Arts?”

 

The problem was from the very beginning.

 

Who was my Master?

 

Heavenly Demon Hyeonmu-wol.

 

The most dangerous person in the world, who uniquely unified orthodox, unorthodox, and demonic sects to establish a demonic dominion over Earth.

 

Wasn’t she the kind of person who was recorded in history books as an unprecedented supreme master under heaven?

 

It was fine that I was her first Disciple.

 

Of course, I had also tried being a rising star of the Orthodox Sects.

 

I had also tried fighting against Hyeonmu-wol with things like Mount Hua’s Plum Blossom Sword or Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Arts.

 

However, the biggest problem was that Demonic Arts were the only Martial Arts I knew best and could teach.

 

Demonic Arts handle Demonic Energy.

 

I might be fine since I have ghostly energy, but the guild members weren’t.

 

Even if I were to inject ghostly energy into the guild members, that would create another problem.

 

Whether demonic energy or ghostly energy, these weren’t forces that humans could handle.

 

There was a reason why Ethiopia’s medical staff had nightmares for days after being treated inside the ghost energy barrier.

 

Why do you think the Demonic Sect is called the Demonic Sect?

 

Because it’s full of crazy bastards.

 

Only people like Hyeonmu-wol and I could achieve great success with it, but for ordinary people, going insane was just a matter of time.

 

But teaching them Orthodox Sect martial arts that I knew felt… a bit wasteful.

 

It wasn’t because the martial arts were precious.

 

As long as one didn’t go insane, demonic arts were more powerful than any other force.

 

‘I need something like a warm iced americano…’

 

A contradictory combination like Cold Fire.

 

I ignited Frost Fire at my fingertip.

 

‘Seeing that I can create this, it doesn’t seem impossible…’

 

I slowly closed my eyes.

 

I recalled words in my mind.

 

Warm iced americano, Cold Fire,

 

A power that contains both yang and yin energy simultaneously…

 

A flame that’s sacred yet eerie.

 

‘Wait… a sacred yet eerie flame?’

 

Something caught my attention in the combination of words floating through my stream of thought.

 

‘Don’t I already have this?’

 

The Golden Flames that Shin In-seon had mentioned I emitted.

 

I sat in lotus position and circulated the energy I had recalled within my body.

 

If this energy could replace demonic energy, Ashin could once again soar to greater heights.

 

While circulating energy through his body like this, he quickly filled the empty notebook.

 

***

 

“Phew…”

 

I let out a deep breath and put down the pen.

 

The result was successful.

 

I could operate demonic arts without straining my body.

 

The mental cultivation method was also simple.

 

Taking inspiration from the way I circulated energy under the plum tree,

 

it was a structure where energy circulation revolved around me as I emitted Karmic Fire.

 

The disappointing thing was that I couldn’t test this mental cultivation method myself.

 

I immediately went down to the underground training ground.

 

It was past 12 o’clock, but there was someone inside the training manual.

 

‘I knew he’d be cultivating.’

 

A large man sweating profusely while cultivating.

 

It was Zhang Qingye.

 

I was well aware that he would oversee the guild members’ martial arts and then do personal cultivation until dawn.

 

As I approached, Zhang Qingye, sensing my presence, turned his head.

 

“Vice Guild Master? Have you already returned from Africa?”

 

He greeted me, but right now it didn’t register in my ears.

 

I put on a business smile and opened my mouth toward him.

 

“Cheong-ye, do you know anything about demonic arts?”

 

***

 

Zhang Qingye devoted himself to martial arts research every night.

 

It was partly to maintain loyalty to Han Sang-in, who had taken in someone abandoned by the state,

 

but above all, it was because Zhang Qingye himself was a martial artist.

 

For him, who had followed the elite martial artist path since birth, there was one goal.

 

To restore the martial arts recorded in historical texts.

 

It was an ideal he had resolved upon when he lost his family due to a Dungeon Break.

 

If those fantastical martial arts recorded in historical texts, or rather unofficial histories, were truly real,

 

his family and close friends wouldn’t have died so meaninglessly.

 

And since he had caught even a small glimpse of that clue, he had no choice but to devote himself even more to cultivation.

 

That day was no different.

 

As he continued his cultivation until midnight, he sensed a familiar presence.

 

Seeing as they came at such a late hour, it must be the Vice Guild Master who had gone on a business trip to Africa.

 

He finished organizing his martial forms and walked toward the guild master.

 

“Guild… no, Vice Guild Master. I heard you went on a business trip to Africa, but you’re back already?”

 

From what he had heard, this time a plague had broken out due to an Abnormal Phenomenon.

 

He acknowledged that he was a Hunter in the strongest tier,

 

but a plague was a different matter entirely.

 

While he had faith that he would somehow resolve it, that didn’t mean he hadn’t been worried.

 

‘Still, judging by his complexion, it seems to have been resolved well.’

 

But something was strange.

 

Beyond just looking good, he seemed happy about something.

 

No, it would be more accurate to say he looked excited.

 

And the words that came out of his mouth were quite unexpected.

 

“Cheong-ye, do you know anything about Demonic Arts?”

 

For a moment, Zhang Qingye doubted his own ears.

 

And he came to a realization.

 

Ah, the Vice Guild Master has finally lost his mind.

 

He had thought that a crazy bastard might truly go insane someday, and it seemed that day was today.

 

“Vice Guild Master, you’ve finally gone cra—”

 

Before he could finish his words, the Vice Guild Master thrust a notebook at him.

 

“Take a look through this.”

 

“…”

 

Zhang Qingye looked back and forth between the Vice Guild Master and the notebook.

 

Right, he only had suspicions so far but no concrete evidence.

 

If he read through what the Vice Guild Master called Demonic Arts, he could get a solid confirmation of his suspicions.

 

He was indebted to him. If the man had truly lost his mind, shouldn’t he at least try to stop him?

 

Zhang Qingye opened the book with suspicious eyes.

 

And the more he read, the more his expression hardened.

 

As if being drawn into the passages in the book, he read through the notebook, forgetting even to breathe.

 

And only after the last sentence passed and blank notebook pages appeared,

 

did he let out the deep breath he had been holding.

He let out a deep breath that he had been holding.

And he spoke the words that came to him instinctively after reading those passages.

And he spoke the words that instinctively came to him as he read the passage.

“Sun and Moon… Divine Arts.”

“Sun and Moon… Divine Art.”

Like the taiji where yin and yang circulate,

It is like the taiji where yin and yang circulate,

the passages were like the natural order where life and death intertwined.

They were verses like the laws of nature where life and death are intertwined.

“Oh, that’s a good name. I was writing down whatever came to mind, so I hadn’t decided on a name yet.”

“Oh, that’s a good name. I haven’t decided on a name yet since I was just writing down whatever came to mind.”

“…”

 

Zhang Qingye looked at him with an incredulous expression.

 

Does that man even know what he just did?

 

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