Chronicles of the Demon Faction novel - chapter 15

“… … This is all I know about Kojukrim.”

“It’s okay, that’s right.”

“Yes, yes.”

“huh? What are you doing? Eat Ma too. It’s nice to have a lot of legs.”

“I am okay. Please eat a lot, Mr. Seo.”

“Why don’t you do one? Eating just one leg makes me very full. The flesh is soft and I can’t catch it. It’s a delicacy, a delicacy.”

Ma Dong-pil’s face was stiff.

The sight of Seo-ryang chewing meat while smearing oil on his hands and mouth was a shock itself.

For the past few years, he has been managing the bamboo forest by going back and forth. To him, prostitutes were objects to be wary of and killed, but absolutely not food.

‘I can’t believe you’re thinking of boiling it.’

Isn’t that a bird of prey trying to kill himself?

Xu Liang looked very happy as he chewed and swallowed the delicately shredded flesh. Well, it’s understandable since you haven’t eaten properly for the past few days, but… … .

‘Oops!’

The scars from the prostitute’s toenails still remain on her back after running away from a few monsters. As I thought about it, the smell of white rice wafting up all over me was disgusting.

Seo Liang frowned.

“What is that look? Is it disgusting?”

“Oh no!”

“Didn’t you guys eat like this?”

Rather, I want to ask from this side. How did you even think of boiling and eating that heinous noble?

“We don’t really… … .”

“Well, when I go back after the mission, I’ll make a lot of delicious dishes and eat them, but I don’t think I need to clean them up myself.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Tsk tsk, but it’s perfect for body care, so let’s try it. Not stupid.”

Ma Dong-pil screamed inwardly.

Are you stupid? Even if you are not a ghost, there are many dishes to pamper yourself! No, apart from that, there’s no way a ghost can become a bodyguard?!

He barely swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat. Thoughts should be left as thoughts. It’s hard to forgive yourself the moment these blasphemous thoughts come out of your mouth.

But it wasn’t just the taste that made Xi Liang fool them.

“I heard that the bamboo became spiritual bamboo because of the concentrated spirit energy? You say it’s a drug so great that it could be the main ingredient of an elixir?”

“That’s right.”

“Then wouldn’t these guys be the same?”

“… … ?”

“Look at this body. It seems to be far from common sense. why did it change like this? Isn’t it because of the concentrated spiritual energy like the bamboo here?”

“… … ?!”

“In other words, doesn’t that mean that these guys’ bodies are also full of aura? Who knows that eating it will be effective in enhancing internal energy? Even if it’s not that, maybe it’ll save some energy.”

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes shook violently.

‘I’ve never thought of it like that before?’

But isn’t it plausible to hear?

“I have one more question.”

“… … .”

“Mr. Ma?”

“yes? Ah yes! Seo Gongja. Please ask me.”

“Why is this chicken head named Prostitute?”

Ma Dong-pil scratched his head. It was not a look that suited him, who seemed like a blunt soldier.

“My seniors call me that, so I’m good… … .”

“okay? Well, I guess so.”

She wiped her hands on her clothes. Ma Dong-pil’s complexion darkened at the sight of his apron glistening with greasy grease.

Those clothes, I need to wash them.

It’s already been covered in blood, so I think I’ll have to wake up, but there’s oil in there. He seriously contemplated whether to ask Hwanhuiwon for new clothes.

‘Confucius’ room needs to be repaired, and the room in the forest needs to be rebuilt. I don’t know if a prostitute will appear again, so it’s better to sprinkle some vinegar that they don’t like… … .’

Ma Dong-pil, who had been sighing deeply over various worries, was surprised to find out that Seo-ryang had disappeared.

“go… … No, Gongja Seo?!”

Then, a sound was heard from the yard.

“There you are. Because I came to drink water.”

“Ah, yes.”

Ma Dong-pil, who was hesitantly squatting, suddenly saw a pot in his eyes.

‘… … .’

A lot is a lot.

‘Enhanced internal energy?’

Ma Dong-pil snorted at the tempting possibility.

Why? The strong scent of white rice was not as strong as before.

After a moment of hesitation, he tore off his chest. Since he was such a big guy, even though I sliced it thin, it was as long as noodles.

Ma Dong-pil put the flesh in his mouth and chewed it.

‘hmm?’

Are you better than you think?

I thought it would be tough, but I was surprised. It’s not greasy, but it’s chewy and light, doesn’t it seem like you can eat it just like that?

Ma Dong-pil tore off the breast several times and ate it. Somehow, the more I eat, the more it seems to stick to my tongue.

‘If you throw away your prejudice, it tastes like cooking… … .’

Ma Dong-pil, tearing off the long flesh again, flinched when he felt a dark shadow.

he turned his head.

Seo-ryang entered the kitchen and was smiling.

“How does it taste?”

Ma Dong-pil answered awkwardly.

“… … It is excellent.”

“Eat like that, jasik.”

“I apologize.”

“Stop apologizing and let’s chew in earnest. Rip off a leg.”

“I’m fine now… … .”

“Take it off, man.”

“yes.”

So the two of them squatted in the kitchen and ate a huge bowl of boiled rice as if hiding their eyes.

He would never have imagined that his disciple would live in Gojukrim, catching and eating ghosts.

“Ugh, I’m going to explode.”

“Slurp.”

“Are you drinking soup too?”

“… … .”

“Eat a lot.”

“Slurp.”

* * *

The two went into the bamboo forest around the residence.

“You installed it around here?”

“That’s right. It is a base method with a total of eight directions, and if you are good at geographical features, you can build a basic… … .”

“It’s an octagonal camp.”

“Ah, did you study Jinbeop too?”

“What happened? well built anyway Even though it was modified irregularly, it manages to do its job.”

“You notice.”

“There is nothing to look for and say. What do you see when you just look at it?”

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes were filled with admiration.

Jinbeop is a study that is different from martial arts. Just because you have some knowledge, it wasn’t a light study to know.

‘You’re amazing.’

Seeing this, it was clear that the teacher’s disciples did not just do it. I thought that I should be good at not only martial arts, but also in many fields.

furthermore… … .

‘Those eyes.’

Seoryang carefully looks around the bamboo forest.

Ma Dong-pil’s face was stained with confusion.

‘What kind of person would the Three Gongja be?’

Even though he looked infinitely light, once he became serious, he gave off a presence that was hard to dare to touch.

Just by looking at his eyes, his eyes are so impressive that even a super master who has already reached the top of the world can believe. Not to mention, he doesn’t show any sign of frustration even though he lost his martial arts due to the infancy. If he did, he would have been extremely depressed and could not have dreamed of living a normal life.

In addition, the knowledge of the jinbeop that ordinary people take two or three years just for initiation is amazing. Although he lost many memories of Protestantism, he did not lose the memories necessary for the vicious Gangho.

The more you know, the more you build up your doubts.

“Mr. Ma.”

“Yes, Confucius Seo.”

“Eat alone tonight.”

“Doesn’t Gongja have any thoughts?”

“I have no plans for dinner, but I have too many other thoughts. I think I need to do some tidying up. Pay roughly and get some rest too.”

“Ah, I see.”

Seo Liang swayed and entered the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed, he picked up the secret grade of Jinmagong, which he had placed by his bedside, and read it earnestly once again.

‘No matter how much I think about it, this is correct.’

Now come and learn magic again?

Yes. You can. Even though he was watering, he participated in the process of devising the dark shadow machine. His eye for martial arts was one step higher than that of other teenage masters.

However, even with that perspective, it is difficult to transform high-level magic arts into attributes. because you’re not used to it.

It would be several times faster than others, but that wasn’t enough.

The fastest, strongest, and farthest martial arts.

“As expected, I can’t give up the shadow technique. I have to go to the Dark Age unconditionally.”

Then why don’t you learn magic?

no.

Seo Liang shook the secret class.

“Even if you look here and there, there is nothing like this.”

Jin Magicong (眞魔功).

One of the two foundation works that support the new religion along with Ma Hwan Gong (魔煥功).

It wasn’t because the level was high. Rather, those two martial arts are only at the level of fireflies in front of the full moon compared to the teenage magic.

However, Jinma-Gong and Ma-Hwan-Gong had one advantage that was incomparable to Teenage Magic.

“Are you sure. I don’t know about the Magic Balls, but some of the Teenage Magic Balls are based on the Jin Magic Balls.”

In two of the three teenage magic arts that Chun Ha-jin read, more than eight percent of Jin magic skills were melted into them.

It was twisted beyond recognition, but it couldn’t fool his eyes. Clearly, Blood Magic Gong and Pocheon Gold Magic Gong were improved versions of Jin Magic Gong.

In particular, in the case of Pocheon Gold Magic, some of the other 14 magic skills were also combined martial arts.

In terms of Saiham, Blood Magic Gong is one level higher, but in terms of power, Pocheon Gold Magic Gong is superior. By disassembling and reassembling low-level magic arts, a much higher level magic arts was created.

And it is like shadowy prayer.

‘Amyeonggi is different from the old school’s Jeolhaks, which have been perfected after succeeding generations. He is a young martial artist who has not yet passed a generation.’

It is an excellent qigong in itself, but an unfinished martial arts. In other words, the nature, character, and level of qigong can all change depending on how you treat it.

And for that piece, Xiliang chose Jinma Gong.

If so?

“… … I will become a magician.”

A single drop of ink in clean water contaminates the entire bowl.

Magic is just like that. In particular, Jin Magicong was far ahead of Teenage Magician in the operation of primitive magic. Literally, it could be said that he was the parent of many demonic schools possessed by the Heavenly Demonic Church.

Seo Liang hesitated.

Do you think there will be problems with the improvement? Not at all.

Rather, the problem is that it is too easy to combine. Darkness itself was a martial art that had room for improvement, and with that piece, Jinmagong was a perfect magic technique.

Did you say that poles and poles go hand in hand?

Although they are both martial arts on both sides, the compatibility between the two martial arts was good enough that if they were determined and focused, they could organize everything, even the gugyeol, within 10 days.

Perhaps the newly born martial arts will at least be more destructive than the shadowy period, and will change more stably than the jinmagong.

Seo Liang bit his lip.

‘shit! I can’t help it. Have you already made up your mind? If you linger around here, you’ll never get out of here for the rest of your life.’

It’s not just something you can’t get out of. After living as an incompetent trio, he might get caught up in a political strife and be stabbed to death.

Definitely high bamboo forest here.

It’s dangerous, but it’s also an opportunity. If you do well, you can even draw and eat a huge amount of elixir here.

Youngjuk could be poisonous? gibberish!

There is a muaegong that purifies even takgi in the air. It will take some time, but changing it into a perfect elixir is not a problem.

“Every situation forces me to make one choice.”

The light of determination shone in Xi Liang’s eyes.

“Then try it, well. There is no other way anyway.”

Maybe there is, but killing time with more complicated thoughts is a waste of time.

“Let’s get started.”

Seo Liang began to improve his martial arts in earnest by culling his Amyeonggi, Jinmagong, and several magicongs that would become the cornerstone.

As you might have guessed, improving martial arts was not difficult. It was so smooth that it felt like it was my destiny to enter the Cheonma Shinkyo with the Amyeonggi.

After ten days and two days like that, he created a new martial art.

The level of the new martial art was high enough to blow away even a hint of bitterness. A martial art of such a high level that it is questionable whether it would be possible to achieve great success even after establishing a system for oneself was created.

He slowly adapted to Gojukrim while training his new martial arts.

It’s been 15 months since I developed a new martial art.

He was attacked by demons, and won an easy victory.

again after a month.

He went inside for a full-scale tour of Gojukrim and met other ghosts. In that battle, he was almost killed and came back to life.

After three months, gaining momentum from martial arts, he went deeper into Gojukrim.

And there, he found a young bamboo that hadn’t fully ripened yet.

After a bloody fight with the monsters guarding the area, the spirit bamboo that was barely obtained was fortunately able to remove the poison with Muae-gong’s purifier.

Adventures into deeper regions, martial arts that quickly become attached to the body, and life and death experiences that are difficult to fathom.

One month, one month, and another month.

Eight months have passed since Xiliang entered the ancient bamboo forest.