Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 235

Episode 235 One step toward a new world (7)

Lee Cheon-sang came up to the pavilion as he watched Seoryang leaving Panmajeong. Before we knew it, a small drinking table had been set up in the pavilion.

When you sit in your characteristic languid posture and raise your glass.

Jjaeng!

The glass fell. Pieces of the broken wine glass and alcohol splattered everywhere stained Lee Cheon-sang’s clothes.

Lee Cheon-sang looked down at his hands.

My hands were shaking as if I had a tremor.

‘I overdid it.’

Twenty years have already passed since I transcended the Extreme Demon and entered an unknown realm.

People in the world call such a state a mythical world, and Lee Cheon-sang himself called it that, but in reality, it is a state that is difficult to even name.

It just keeps getting deeper and deeper, and at some point you have to fly up to transcend ‘something’.

What is certain is that the moment one enters such a state, whether one is a deity or a super demon, one’s strength increases rapidly like an inexhaustible sea.

The power of the extreme demon was at a frightening level, but this level was on a completely different level.

Capturing the true universe in the human body. A state where even the laws of the universe are played with infinite power.

Even for Lee Cheon-sang, who possessed such vast energy, refining a magic sword was difficult.

‘Even though he was born as a human and is called a god, he cannot truly show the power of a god.’

There is also a level in the so-called new military equipment.

The shooting star twin swords carried by Xiliang had overwhelming sharpness, but it is difficult to say that they were truly new weapons.

The Young Demon Sword (???) carried by Jin Gwan-yong and the Mukwanggeom (???), Ma Dong-pil’s favorite weapon, can be said to be true new weapons.

On the outside, they seem to be inferior to the two swords of Yuseong, but the cavalrymen who can shake the universe when they unleash their hidden power are the Yeongma and the Mokwang.

Of course, it is difficult to find even one person in a generation who can bring out such energy.

The magic sword created by Lee Cheon-sang can also be used as a weapon of that level.

When viewed in the realm of magic or Taoism, Lee Cheon-sang did something similar to the ancient half-seon who contained ghosts or gods in their weapons.

It is truly not a human ability. Although he is neither a god nor a immortal, he is quite capable of being called a transcendent.

The problem is that as deep energy as deep as the sea is injected into the blade, its strength is reduced excessively.

There was no problem with injecting the energy, but sealing that energy deep into the blade was difficult even for Lee Cheon-Sang.

Lee Cheon-sang waved his hand.

Cheeeeeek!

The alcohol evaporated and the broken glass turned into powder and scattered.

Lee Cheon-sang took out another glass and filled it with alcohol, then burst into laughter at a thought that occurred to him.

“Has change come to me too?”

The successor, not the third person who was here just now, came to mind.

He, who had no affection for any of his disciples except Gogu, massaged them and brought them enlightenment.

That alone was surprising enough, but now that he has become his successor, they not only taught him martial arts, but also refined him as a horseman.

Lee Cheon-sang was not that kind of person. God just struggles alone and does not put in much effort for anyone.

“If I’ve changed, it’s probably because of him.”

When I first saw the third one, I thought it was just usable.

I was disappointed to see him grow up, and when he told me he was going to become a horseman, I wasn’t particularly impressed.

However, when the third person, who was free from the muzzle, came face to face with him.

He realized that something about his third child had changed greatly.

Perhaps even if he had not been brought to Panmajeong, he would have been able to fully see the change in his disciple.

The change in Seoliang was that big. It was no exaggeration to say that it was truly a transformation.

Such a man, Seo-liang, soon reached the rank of a supreme horse, and soon won the succession battle and became the head of Sogyo.

I can’t say that I didn’t have my own favoritism. The very fact that he danced with his disciple in the first place shows that Lee Cheon-sang has great interest and affection for Seo-ryang.

However, the teaching itself was transparent. Although the lean meat was thrown away, cooking it was entirely Seo-ryang’s ability.

Perhaps Lee Cheon-sang also wanted to confirm through that process.

I wonder if I can really place my hopes on this guy.

Is your faith in humans still intact or has it already disappeared?

“If this has happened, try flying.”

A faint smile appeared on Lee Cheon-sang’s face as he coolly emptied his glass. He looked a little tired and tired, but at the same time he looked very relieved.

“Three decades of external activities have been scaled back… As a god, it was a wait to end everything, but I think you can take on that role.”

* * *

“I stayed up for three nights.”

“….”

“Doesn’t that seem like a lie? It’s true. “I waited for three days without even sleeping.”

Seo-ryang’s expression became awkward.

“I’m sorry. “I didn’t know it would take this long.”

Hu Yaosheng snorted. He had a pouty expression, but looking under his dark eyes, it seemed like he was really waiting.

“So what have you been talking about so interestingly for three days?”

“We didn’t say anything in particular.”

“But why three days… huh?”

Only then did he see the sword hanging on Seo-ryang’s back. At first glance, the blade wrapped in black cloth seemed enormous in size.

“What is that?”

“This is a new sword made by the teacher.”

“The religious leader made you a sword?”

“yes.”

“By melting down the four swords you originally had?”

“That’s right.”

Hu Yaosheng shook his head.

“I don’t know much about martial arts, but… is something like that possible?”

“This is my first time seeing this too.”

“hmm.”

He looked Xiliang up and down.

The way he looked at the person who would become the next religious leader was so rude that it was unimaginable, but Seoryang didn’t seem to be displeased at all.

“For some reason, you seem much more relaxed than three days ago…”

“Is that so?”

“So you learned it? “The reigning Demon Emperor.”

Xiliang sighed.

“I can’t be bothered by the general military.”

“Is there anything to notice? Since you have become a small religious leader, you should receive the teachings. “I just overlooked it.”

A small surprise appeared on Hu Yaosheng’s face.

“I was rather surprised. “Did you understand it all in three days?”

“It’s hard to say that I understand everything. I figured out how it operates and just memorized the rest.

“There were so many martial arts techniques that I thought I was getting a headache.”

Xiliang touched his chin. He looked like he was struggling.

“It’s definitely a great horse attack. Unlike Guyumagong, it is very systematic.

At the same time, the level of difficulty is one order of magnitude higher than that of Guyumagong… I guess this is truly a perfect martial arts technique.”

In an instant, I focus on the reigning Demon Emperor Qi. Rather than saying that he has good concentration, it probably means that his reigning Demon Emperor is that impressive.

Hu Yao-sheng’s eyes calmed down.

‘He’s such an amazing person.’

Although his level of martial arts was not high, he had read quite a bit of magic.

A genius’s insight does not discriminate between literary and martial arts. Aside from Lee Cheon-sang, the person who analyzed Shingyo’s magic techniques the most would definitely be Ho Yo-seong.

So he could see how great Seoliang’s abilities were.

‘Where did I get this talent? Or can we just say this is a talent?’

Even in their teenage years, most people are extremely skilled magicians who would not be able to achieve great success even if they devoted their whole lives to it.

Moreover, the reigning Demon Emperor is the ruler of all demonic forces in the world and the history itself that has supported the Thousand Year Demonic Dao.

You figured out the operating principles of such magic in just three days?

‘It’s impossible with martial arts or interpretation skills alone. It is an instinctive insight into the essence of martial arts. It’s clear that the sense itself is on a different level from that of any other martial artist.’

Hu Yao-seong chuckled.

“Isn’t it really amazing?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I look at Lord Sogyo, I feel like he is the leader of an organization or a decisive weapon.

“I don’t want to tell you this, but martial arts is so prominent that it seems unsuitable for the position of religious leader.”

Xu Liang grinned.

“I think so too. “I’m already frustrated.”

“When you say that, I have nothing to say.”

Hu Yaosheng said while brewing tea.

“Oh, and you can speak comfortably.”

“Is that so?”

“…It’s such a frighteningly fast change.”

“For some reason, I don’t want to use polite language towards the general.”

“Kyahaha!”

After serving tea, Hu Yao-seong took out a map from his arms.

“Look.”

“What is this?”

“This is a map of Shaanxi. “Even the small side roads around the adjacent castle are described in detail.”

Seoryang, who was about to say that he didn’t need it, soon accepted the guidance.

Regarding the area north of the Yangtze River, he was quick to comment. However, it is only a memory from when he was King Sal, and it is normal to not know what Seoryang is like now.

“I’ll take it well.”

“So did the religious leader give permission?”

“of course.”

“great. “But there is one problem.”

“What problem?”

“Due to the nature of this job, we cannot provide any notable escorts. Of course.

The area north of the Yangtze River is the territory of the Uicheon Alliance, so if they see a large number of demons, they will immediately be on alert.

“It can be much more dangerous than sending a bunch of escorts.”

No matter how strong Xiliang’s martial arts are, he cannot take on Uicheon Meng alone. Even if just two teenagers gather together, their lives could be in danger.

“On the other hand, poor escort is also a problem. If Master Xiao is detected by the enemy’s intelligence network, troops will be dispatched immediately.

“I won’t mess with it, but I won’t leave it alone either.”

“I guess so.”

“What are you going to do? Do you just want to go with the bare minimum escort?”

Xu Liang chuckled.

“It’s enough for just Dongpil to go with me.”

“Wouldn’t that be a bit dangerous?”

“Besides, I have two more guards who are just as good as Dongpil.”

“…ah!”

Hu Yao-seong looked at Xiliang with new eyes.

“What on earth is that spirit creature? I know that the tremendous tiger is a monster ‘created’ by the Beast Palace Lord, but I have no idea about the other one. And that of the Beast Palace?”

“no.”

“sure.”

“He’s just my friend.”

Ho Yo-seong was at a loss as to how to react to this remark that seemed to give up human dignity.

“Well… no matter what, it’s very dangerous. Moreover, it would be wise not to show the two spirit creatures carelessly. “It stands out so much.”

“That too.”

After thinking for a moment, Seo-ryang grinned.

“I guess there’s a need to go through this difficult process.”

“What do you mean?”

“No matter what, shouldn’t we just be able to safely enter Shaanxi?”

“Yes… but. “Is there any other trick?”

“A trick? Well, I wouldn’t say it’s a trick, but… you just have to achieve your goal somehow, right?”

Ho Yaoseong became somewhat anxious.

“Master Xiao.”

“huh?”

“It’s a bit hard to say this, but having a problem at home and doing something abroad are completely different issues. “You know, right?”

“Of course I know.”

“Yes. I’m glad you know. So what do you plan to do?”

“Don’t you think we’ve been forgetting about one organization for too long?”

“You mean iron-blooded?”

“Hey, if you get involved with those guys now, the problem will get bigger.”

Xiliang narrowed his eyes.

“I wrote it down as a hostage, but there is a person in my residence who I call a guest. “I’ve been playing around for a while, but I need to make the most of this opportunity.”

* * *

“Hmm.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, it’s a little cold.”

“It’s cold?”

Cherry put saliva on her index finger and waved it in the air.

“It’s gotten quite cool, but it’s still hot, right? Besides, this is the South, sister.”

“I know. I know, but…”

Yeo Sang-rin trembled.

“Is it because of my mood?”