A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 26



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26.

Zhang Yi sat on the floor and nodded slowly. Mao sighed in relief and sat down opposite him.

“You surprised me, sir. What the? No, you sent away the demons and assassins with one blow, and now you’re down after using some internal energy. That doesn’t make sense. What is it? Did you learn some kind of magic?”

Yes. I’m glad you think so. Jang-seo nodded as if he was annoyed and continued to talk roughly.

“Would a commoner like me easily become strong? If you eat and swallow whatever poison or medicine you can get your hands on, this is what happens.”

“You could shoot lightning from your hand back then. You’re strong.”

“It’s like a double-edged sword. The greater the power, the more side effects there are. So, Mr. Chil-gong-ja, please become stronger quickly. I don’t know when or what will happen to me.”

When Zhang Lishu brought up the anxious words, Mao’s expression suddenly darkened. Just like a trembling puppy. It was an unexpected sight.

Well, the more a person lives with a wall around others, the weaker they are when it comes to relationships.

So why wouldn’t he be afraid? He’s just pretending it isn’t true. He’s not even a child (20) yet.

‘Now that I think about it, Yoon-i and I are the same age.’

Next year, my younger brother will be of age. It’s already been 14 years since I last saw him. It seems like only yesterday that he woke up from his sleep and ran to me with his nose running and cried for me not to go as I was leaving on a cold winter morning.

‘How are you doing?’

I heard that he entered a prestigious school and is doing well. I think he has probably forgotten about himself by now.

After thinking about this and that, Jang Yi-seo slowly got up.

“Hey, should I rest a little more?”

“Okay. There’s no time, so listen carefully. The Seven Princes have already broken through the wall of climax a long time ago. However, when it comes to handling internal energy, they’re not even as good as third-rate ones.”

“Hey, third-rate shit… … . Oh, I get it. So, what? You want me to get an erection like that?”

“You wouldn’t ask a toddler to climb a mountain before he can even walk.”

“what?”

“The thing that the Seven Princes must complete before arriving at the Heavenly Demon Hall is this.”

Jang I-seo said with sharp eyes.

“It’s an extraction.”

As the saying goes, if you throw it with your palm, it’s a long wind. If you throw it with your fingertips, it’s a gust of wind. If you throw it with a sword, it’s a sword wind.

It’s like gathering all the energy inside your body into one place and then shooting it out as if you were blowing it out.

The first realm that Mao had to complete was the realm of eruption, the beginning of the climax.

“To do that, first of all, you have to make it follow you rather than chasing after your internal energy.”

“Follow me… … .”

Mao muttered with a serious expression. Zhang Yishu nodded with a determined expression.

“Yes. To do that, first, start by breathing slowly. Very slowly.”

“Okay. Take your time.”

Mao nods. His eyes look more realistic than before. Is it because he vomited blood and collapsed? They say even dog poop is good for medicine. Everything helps.

Jang Yi-seo smiled and looked at the forest path in the distance as he spoke.

“Let’s go, now.”

Then Mao walks out briskly and answers.

“okay!”

But Jang-seo stands there blankly and asks while looking up and down.

“Where are you going?”

“Let’s go.”

“Please carry it.”

“uh?”

“Please carry me. I’m tired right now.”

“I am the Seven Princes. You are my assistant.”

“Okay, then carry me.”

“Wow, is this a challenge to the subject and object?!”

“I said it was evangelism.”

Mao approached him and bent down, grumbling. Then Zhang Yi sat down on top of him. Little boy, your back is wide.

“Take it slow. Take it slow.”

“I got it!”

“Start from the Sojucheon River.”

“Oh, it’s a bit noisy. I can’t concentrate. I’d rather sleep.”

“… … .”

‘Chilgongja. I will raise you as a little cult leader, for sure.’

For now… …let’s take a deep breath.

Swish, my eyes closed.

*

It has already been 13 days since Mao and Zhang Yishe left.

Now it was the day of my one-on-one meeting with the leader, and it was also the last time I could practice.

In fact, although it was called training, all I did was sit cross-legged in an abandoned house and repeat deep breathing.

This was a special measure for the expulsion that Jang Seo had mentioned.

There was only one thing he wished for.

“Phew… … .”

I will slowly go around the world.

It was a task that only the Shaolin monks would do, but Mao was working tirelessly to make it a success.

The floor was soaked with sweat and the area under his eyes was hollow.

Zhang Li said that he just had to concentrate and move slowly, but Mao was a total idiot. How could that be easy with his usually absent-minded mind?

There were countless trials and failures.

But failure is ultimately just a step towards success.

‘Focus. Let’s focus. We’re there. We’re almost there.’

Mao finally did it today, 13 days later.

Woohoo!

“Okay, okay!”

I succeeded in slowing down the Great Stream for the first time with the dawn rising outside the window.

“Is this okay?”

As Mao looked at Zhang Lishu, who was leaning against the door with trembling eyes, Zhang Lishu also nodded and acknowledged his success.

“ha ha ha…….”

Mao lay sprawled on the floor drenched in sweat, all the strength draining from his body.

What on earth could possibly make me so happy? A refreshing smile spread across my lips as if my insides had been opened up.

Then he put his index finger between my eyebrows, shook his head, and said.

“I was a genius after all.”

It was absurd for Jang Seo, who had succeeded the first time after learning the method, but what could he do? He had succeeded, so it was okay.

“Do you understand now what I mean when I say let the bet chase you?”

At Zhang Yishu’s question, Mao sat up abruptly, nodded his head strongly with confident eyes.

This time I knew for sure.

“I understand now that I’ve been slowly trying to get my bearings. Up until now, whenever I got excited, I would run off on my own. I was such a troublemaker.”

Yes, that is correct.

“That’s right. A bet is like an angry animal. It has a short temper and tries to run away first, and when you try to catch it, it runs away even faster. That’s why you have to control it through breathing. It follows you to where you want it to go. That’s how you teach it.”

As Zhang Lishu spoke, gesturing as if he was swimming, Mao nodded several times.

Although I wasn’t used to it yet, I could clearly feel the bet wriggling in my danjeon, and I slowly followed it according to my will.

“So now you can gather your energy wherever you want?”

Mao swallowed dryly at Zhang Yishu’s question. To be honest, I don’t know. But if we force them to stay in one place like we did when we followed them, wouldn’t it be possible?

“You can do it.”

Okay. Now all that’s left is practice.

“Come out.”

Creak.

Zhang Yishu stepped out of the abandoned house. Mao followed him out, and in the small open space in front of the abandoned house, there was a huge rock that looked like a dragon’s egg.

It is larger than the two long swords combined and has a flat front, making it perfect for engraving text.

Jang Yi-seo nodded and said,

“start.”

A state that can be called the threshold of climax, the state of discharge.

Phew… … ha… … .

Mao takes a deep breath.

and.

“Euryaaaaaaaah-!”

Wedge!

He threw down the gauntlet without hesitation, with a shout.

Liar!

Then, a cheerful noise is heard as if something is exploding.

But… … .

There is no change in the rock.

Shh …

Only a cool breeze, like the sea breeze of a seaside town, keeps blowing.

Mao muttered in a calm, composed manner.

“What… … Did it fail?”

I clearly pushed the ball to the tip of my palm and shot it with all my might. The rock was intact, as if no fly had landed on it.

Zhang Yixian answered while blankly examining Mao and the rock.

“Yes… … it failed.”

“Eww! Why!”

Mao grabbed the rock and screamed. No. Tell me it was a dream. Tell me it hurts! I thought I had succeeded, but this is a failure. Does that mean I should just stand there blankly, unable to open the door to the Heavenly Demon Hall, and then come back?

Listening to Jang Seo’s nagging the whole way here?!

“I won’t do it. I can’t do it. Just hit them all!”

Mao rolls around on the floor and throws a tantrum.

But Jang-seo just stared at the rock as if he had lost his mind. He didn’t tease or scold anyone. He just stared blankly.

‘The release failed. The bet was condensed in the palm of my hand, but I couldn’t cut it off in time. As a result, the bet didn’t come out and just stayed at my fingertips. So it was a failure. However… … .’

Zhang Yishu looked at Mao, who was rolling around, with serious eyes.

I felt it clearly earlier.

The moment Mao shouted, an enormous amount of extreme yang energy burst out from within his body like lava.

‘If that hand had touched the rock, the rock would not have just shattered, it would have completely turned to dust and disappeared.’

This is why Jang Seo-ri became cold and frozen.

I already knew that Mao was a once-in-a-hundred, if not hundreds, of years, and I also knew from experience how much power could be unleashed from a lightly thrown fist.

But now I see that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

Perhaps Mao’s internal energy… …was already comparable to that of the elders of the sect.

‘Is this the power of the Heavenly and Yang Body that builds up internal energy just by breathing? No way… … I never thought I would end up envying that guy.’

“Aaaah! I’m a genius. I’m a genius. But I lost to a rock? Why. Why! Why-! It’s all your fault! You, you punk!”

As I look at that figure, clutching at a rock and whining, I feel even more helpless.

After that, Zhang Yi shook his head and approached Mao.

“It’s not a complete failure, so stop. If you’ve gathered energy, you have to let it out. What if you just keep it there?”

“Huh? Let me go?”

When Mao asked innocently, Zhang Yi stood sideways in front of the cliff and took a light posture. His feet were shoulder-width apart. His right hand was spread out with his palm facing the back of his chest. His left hand was stretched forward.

“Look, instead of gathering the bet in your hand and stretching it out, you send the bet out at the same time as you stretch your hand out. And the moment you aim for the target.”

Shhh! Jang Yiseo twisted his waist forward and shot the arrow behind him towards the rock wall.

Then, bang!

There was a loud noise and a cloud of dust rose up, and soon his palm print was deeply engraved into the rock face.

Mao looked at him with wide eyes, and Zhang Yi slowly turned towards him and finished speaking.

“Let go of the string of the bet that is being shot out. Let the energy that was running into your palm extend outward.”

“Oh… … Oh… … Oh-! Hey, why are you telling me that now? I got it. I got the feeling! This time, it’s real.”

That’s right. Zhang Lishu smirks. Even though Mao looks stupid, he’s not dull. He just seems to be lacking compared to the Tian Yang Ji Che. Since we’ve already started dealing with bets, it won’t be hard to break it off.

“Try it.”

Zhang Yishu took three steps back, and Mao approached where he had been standing.

“Just now, my feet were spread this far apart, and my hands were about this much.”

Soon, Jang-seo began to clumsily imitate the movements he had made.

Oh my… … there isn’t any?

#I was a genius after all (2)