A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 30



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30.

The wide open gates of Cheonmajeon.

The dark blue that had been swirling around was nowhere to be found, and the door was as red as lava. The heat was so strong that the entrance was burning and obscuring the view.

And the reaction of Baekya, the Gwangmyeongjwasa, who saw this was… … awe.

“I sincerely congratulate you on reaching new heights.”

He, who always looked down with a pale face, bowed his head for the first time and showed courtesy. In terms of rank, the fact that he, who was also a first-class noble, did this was truly the highest praise.

“No, why is the Left Commander doing this… … . Hahahaha!”

Mao scratched the back of his head in confusion. Then he tilted his head.

‘Is this the extent of it? Jang-seo ignored me, calling me an idiot.’

I didn’t say it was stupid, but in fact there was a big misunderstanding here.

First, Mao’s Dadaikkwon is a super-killing blow that explodes all of his internal energy at once. However, from the perspective of the Gwangmyeongjwasa, who had no way of knowing about this abnormal super-kill…

‘The Seven Princes have reached the pinnacle of skill!’

It was a situation where there could have been a lot of misunderstanding. Of course, it was a very serious misunderstanding.

‘Another small sun is rising. This is the power of the Heavenly and Yang Ji-Ji-Han chosen by the Supreme Being… …! It is a great blessing for our sect that one more person worthy of the position of the junior leader has been born.’

The Gwangmyeongjwasa’s eyes opened wide and the whites of his eyes covered the black ones, leaving only the size of grains of rice.

‘What, I’m scared.’

Mao, who had been in high spirits, flinched and took a step back. Although this may seem eerie on the outside, it is a phenomenon that only occurs when he is in a good mood.

After a while, Gwangmyeongjwasa regained his composure and asked meaningfully.

“May I ask when exactly you reached this level?”

“Oh, that… was it today’s time (3-5)? Was it midnight (1-3)?”

Hmm? Gwangmyeongjwasa tilted his head. It wasn’t a typical answer. However, achieving such a high level at such a young age is something that no ordinary person could ever achieve.

“Today… … you mean?”

“Oh, isn’t it? Wait a minute. This used to be my power. Should I say it was a long time ago? Yes. It was a long time ago. So, about four years ago?”

“So you’re saying that you’ve been hiding this incredible power since you were 15 years old?!”

Little by little, distrust begins to form in the eyes of the left-wing leader.

“Uh-huh-huh. Tremendous power? Gwangmyeongjwasa. Did you just say tremendous power? Say it again.”

Mao put his hand to my ear and smiled like a pervert. The left-hander coughed in vain to express his displeasure and tried to respond.

“Ahem, many have opened the gates of the Heavenly Demon Hall, but never has there been a time when the power was so overwhelming that it was boiling over. So what else could it be if not an incredible power?”

“Uhhhh… … That’s right. Incredible power. This is my Dadaikkwon. It’s a martial art that I created myself.”

That’s nonsense! The Grand Duke’s Heavenly Sword is not even to that extent. The eyes of the Gwangmyeong Left Master were filled with suspicion. Then Mao responded with a displeased look.

“Oh, of course it helped. But it’s the same as if I did it. Hahahaha!”

As expected. There was someone who helped. Then that’s right. This is something that is absolutely impossible to do alone. Who is it? There must be no expert in our school that I don’t know. Is it an elder? The Gwangmyeongjwasa asked with his eyes sparkling.

“Who is that person?”

“Hmph!”

Huh? A Westerner? The moment Guangming Zuo looked at him with a puzzled look, Mao suddenly twisted his body to the side and slipped through the gap in the closing door.

Kuung!

And the doors of Cheonmajeon closed again with a magnificent roar.

“… … .”

The monk Gwangmyeong, who was left alone, stood there for a long time with his eyes wide open.

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Kuung!

Mao, who had barely entered the Cheonma Hall, looked at the closed door and cleared his throat.

“Whoa, that almost happened.”

Since I had used up all my energy with the Dadaikkwon, it would take at least 15 minutes for me to recover to some extent. If the door had been closed from the outside, I would have lost my breakfast and had to go back to Chilsogung without being able to move.

“Ha, it’s been a while since we had such a fun conversation.”

Ugh. Mao banged on the door and shouted in regret.

“Hey, Gwangmyeongjwasa! Are you there? Let’s continue our conversation next time. What a great power! We’ll start over from there. Do you understand? Don’t forget! Gwangmyeongjwasa-!”

He desperately hoped that his cries would reach him.

But right then.

[What’s the fuss?]

A cold, shrill voice rang out from somewhere, as if pouring cold water on him. Then Mao’s face turned pale and his entire body trembled.

“Wife, Heavenly Horse… … , Father… … .”

Cheonma Jinwookwang.

That’s it. It was definitely his voice.

[If you’re here, come in.]

It felt like welcoming a god. Meeting the Heavenly Demon in the Demonic Cult had that much meaning. Mao slowly turned around at the entrance with a tense expression on his face.

Then, the majesty of Cheonma Hall finally comes into view.

Technically, this is where my stepfather lives, so this is Mao’s real home. However, this was his first time coming here.

‘Because I couldn’t come in in the first place.’

So in my imagination, I thought it would be a devil’s den with blood flowing, bats flying around, and corpses all over it.

When I actually got there, it was neat and tidy. No, it was more elegant than I expected.

Although it is dark overall inside the cave, the high ceiling is filled with expensive moonstones like the Milky Way, creating a soft light, and the neatly finished walls are painted with gorgeous murals.

A red carpet was laid out in the center of the street, and on the left and right, gorgeous decorations were lined up in rows to create a path.

A beautiful and enchanting place, like looking at a palace in the Western Regions.

This is the Cheonma Hall that I only heard about.

Gulp.

Mao swallowed and took a step forward. He had finally come this far. Now he could confidently meet his father.

I often saw forks in the road to the left and right, but I didn’t pay attention. Cheonma was right there, at the end of the road. I was sure of that.

And before we knew it, we had reached a point where the entrance we came from was no longer visible.

“Ugh!”

Finally, the final destination came into view.

A room filled with bookshelves on all sides, and a long wooden table in the center that can seat a dozen people.

He was sitting right at the end of the table.

Bright red lips on pure white skin.

The more you look at the gaze, the more you become absorbed in it, to the point where you feel like you are possessed by a devil.

A beautiful man with a silver hair who would not look older than 70 years old.

The true best in the world of his time.

Cheonma Jinwookwang.

His adoptive father was sitting there.

“Heavenly Demon Lord Manmaangbok! Seven Princes Mao, meet your father!”

As soon as Mao saw him, he fell flat on his face and bowed down. Then he trembled. He was afraid. This was not simply because of the background given by the name Tianma.

From the moment I entered the room, my body felt heavy as if I had dived into water. My lungs felt suffocated as if half the air had disappeared.

It was my instincts, not my head, that were warning me.

Kneel down. Serve.

Otherwise you die.

This was the magic energy of the Heavenly Demon that penetrated deep into one’s bones even when one was still.

Moreover, the silence was so eerie that I couldn’t even hear the sound of chewing, even though I was eating first with chopsticks.

So how could I not tremble?

“You’re late.”

It’s a meaningful statement. Is it because I’m late for breakfast today, or because I’m late entering Cheonmajeon after two years?

There was only one thing that had to be said now.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m late.”

As Mao buried his head and offered a sincere apology, Jin Woo-guang absentmindedly picked up a piece of meat and ate it, chewing and swallowing it silently before speaking.

“Sit down.”

“Yes? Yes!”

Only then did Mao suddenly stand up and sit down on the opposite end of the table. Then he glanced at Jin Woo-guang.

‘It’s the same. It’s exactly the same as when he appeared in Mark that time.’

The white night sky of Gwangmyeongjwasa was the same, but Jinwookwang was young and beautiful, as if time had stopped.

A gorgeous outfit with a strange combination of black and white.

Eyes full of compassion that look on as if they are indifferent.

And an expression on his face that leaves you completely clueless as to what he’s thinking.

Everything was no different than when we first met.

“Did you come alone?”

“Oh, that’s… … I came with you… … .”

“Come in.”

“Yes? Yes… … .”

Mao moistened his parched mouth and picked up his spoon. Looking at the table, he saw that it was laid out in an extremely ordinary manner.

Meat, vegetables, broth. Thinking about it, I was rich, but I knew very little about Gastrodia elata.

I just thought they were heavenly beings, but seeing such a simple diet gives me a strange feeling.

“Why? Does it not suit your taste?”

“Oh, no? No, it’s not. It’s very delicious.”

“You know the taste without eating it.”

“Oh, that… … I’ll enjoy it!”

As Mao began to eat his food in a hurry, Jin Woo-guang smiled innocently at him and then continued eating.

To be honest, Mao didn’t know whether it was going into his nose or his mouth. He just hated the awkward silence, so he ate it diligently.

About 15 minutes had passed like that.

Before he knew it, Cheonma had finished eating and put down his spoon. Mao, who had been secretly watching him, immediately put down his spoon as well.

Then Cheonma wiped his mouth with a white cloth and spoke softly.

“I thought you would never come again. How surprising.”

“I’m sorry… I’m late.”

“It’s done. I thought that if it wasn’t today, our relationship would be over.”

What that means is that if you hadn’t come today, your relationship with your father would have ended.

Mao smiled awkwardly, tapping his chest as if he was embarrassed. Then Jin Woo-guang asked.

“You couldn’t have reached the level of provocation on your own. Did the third one help you?”

Unlike Gwangmyeongjwasa, Cheonma was able to strike Mao in an instant. This shows that he was well aware of Mao’s level.

“no.”

Mao told the truth calmly.

“Then you have met a noble person.”

You are a noble person. I feel good hearing that from Cheonma. He said while rubbing his philtrum with his index finger.

“I just got to know this guy. He nags a lot. But he doesn’t say anything wrong… … .”

“Get rid of it.”

“yes?”

Did I mishear? Get rid of it? Mao opened his eyes wide and looked at him. Jin Woo-kwang rested his chin on his arm and smiled affectionately.

“The nobles you meet when you are poor will never forget you from that time. So as you grow, they will want even greater things. So get rid of them. They will grab you by the ankles and become the legs of assassins who will come up at any time.”

“Ah, no… … but… … .”

“It doesn’t have to be now. But when the time comes, kill me.”

It was a cruel thing to say. Mao corrected his foolish thoughts while looking at the side dishes after hearing Jin Woo-guang’s cruel words.

How is this humane? This is the absolute supreme Heavenly Demon. I felt once again that he was a being with a different mindset from me.

“Now that your child has come, I cannot help but give him a gift. Take it.”

Jin Woo-kwang still rested his chin on his arm and lightly waved his hand in the air. Then, a sharp noise began to be heard from behind.

The sound was rapidly approaching. Feeling a sense of crisis, Mao suddenly got up and turned around.

“Uh, that’s?!”

Then, out of nowhere, a sword flew towards him like lightning.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

It was a knife he knew very well.

A famous sword with a flying dragon engraved on a wide surface.

The sacred item, the Blue Dragon Sword.

The spear that he had received in the past and then taken away was flying towards him with a fierce momentum like frost.

That too, towards my heart!

#Cheonma Jinwookwang (2)