A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 36



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36.

#We need to throw another party (1)

Chu Hongran opened her mouth as she watched the silent Jang Yiseo.

“… … Please tell me when it is convenient for you. The girl will be waiting at the waiting room.”

I will listen when the other person feels like talking. That is very thoughtful. Jang Yi-seo nodded briefly in apology and replied.

“Thank you. You go ahead. I’ll come see you later.”

“Yes. Okay.”

Mao and Zhang Yishe, who had been waving their hands in greeting, immediately hardened their expressions and began to talk rudely as soon as she disappeared.

“Hey, Jang-seo. But I’ve always been curious. Why is your expression like that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you have a boil on your butthole?”

“Even if I say so.”

“You’re just like a demon.”

“Then are we demonic people or orthodox people?”

“No. I am a good believer of the church, and you are like a madman obsessed with magic. Look at your eyes now. You are like an assassin from the slaughterhouse.”

“Okay.”

“So what is it? At first I thought it was because of me, but you’ve been acting a little strange since you opened your eyes. Should I say you look angry?”

It’s because of your father. Jang I-seo let out a deep sigh.

I think it was called ‘Geun-muk-ja-heuk’. I’ve been living in the Demonic Cult for over ten years. I’ve done all sorts of things during that time. Among them, there were definitely some things that went against morality.

But in a corner of my heart, I never forgot Jeong Do-in’s spirit.

But how can I be so mad that I’m being crushed by magic?

He took a deep breath and said, “Enough is enough.”

“Stop talking nonsense. From now on, cultivation is the only way to survive, so be determined.”

“Huh. You thought I couldn’t do it? I’m not saying that if I stay in this house for a month, I can avoid the wind.”

That alone is not enough. But it’s a start.

As Zhang Yishu nodded, Mao smiled and tapped the back of his neck on Changlongdao.

“Okay. Let’s give it a try. I have no intention of stopping now that I’ve started. Should we just go inside?”

Mao stood curiously at the entrance again.

In the past, I would have just sworn and gone out to drink, but things are different now.

‘I opened the Cheonmajeon with my own hands. This is ridiculous.’

The newly reborn Seven Little Palace. And its first gate, the Gate of Good and Bad Fortune. Mao takes a deep breath.

“Euryaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!”

He immediately shouted and ran forward like an ox.

and.

“Ugh, ugh! Knock!”

I couldn’t even take two steps before I was reduced to a rag and fell down. Tears welled up in my eyes.

“Jang-seo, I’m so sick… … .”

Jang Yi-seo scratched his forehead. Then, he slowly approached him and grabbed the spear that he held out to him.

“I… I think I’ll have to sleep somewhere else starting today.”

“What are you saying?”

“No, you crazy guy! You have to let him in. How can he take all this and go?”

“Why are you going in the right direction? The road is so wide.”

“Then you should avoid it? Really? You try it yourself.”

When Mao gestured angrily, Zhang Yi looked at him with pity and then walked inside.

Then, swaaaaaak! As expected, an iron bar was shot out as fast as an arrow. However, Jang-seo dodged it by tilting his head back as if nothing had happened.

“uh?”

And then another step forward. Then this time a bar pops out from the lower right. Jang-seo lightly jumps up from his spot and easily dodges it this time too.

“What? It’s this easy?”

Moreover, as if it was a joke, he started to walk forward naturally.

Then, shushushushush!

At the same time, five or six shots were fired alternately. Jang-seo ducked down to drop them, then rolled forward to dodge them.

The movements were truly acrobatic.

Even at the end, he deliberately blocked the bar with his palm, and with the recoil from it, he flew to the opposite wall and landed inside the door as if he had stepped on the side.

“and…….”

Mao clapped his hands and exclaimed in admiration, forgetting that he had been teasing him. If I were to give him a score, he would give him full marks. Zhang Yi turned around indifferently and asked.

“Did you see it well?”

“Huh? Huh.”

“Okay, then.”

Okay? What. As Mao stared at him with wide eyes, Zhang Yi turned around and went into the Seven Little Palace.

“Hey, hey! Wait a minute!”

“why.”

“Just go? Me.”

“You have to come in on your own.”

“Just today. Can’t you just let me go for today? My stomach really hurts so bad. I couldn’t even poop for two weeks because I was so nervous. You know. I grew up precious, so I can’t poop unless it’s my house.”

“What kind of a bastard is sweeping the floor?” said Jang I-seo, snorting.

“Okay. I’ll show you how. Don’t be surprised by anything, just accept it calmly. Then, at some point, even those things will feel slow.”

“Calmly… …?”

Yes. Jang I-seo nodded with a rather serious expression.

This is the first sense that I wanted to teach you through the door of good and bad fortune.

It was cognitive power.

*

What is the difference between unmanned and ordinary people?

Aggressive instinctive movements that come out reflexively? Extraordinary movements that come from training?

Of course that’s true too.

But the most fundamental difference was in perception.

The idea that anything could be a threat to me and something I have to take down.

This is a mental attitude that prepares for situations in advance.

The opening of my eyes as an unmanned being started right there.

And the easiest way to do this is to become friendly with the threat.

of course…….

Jang Yi-seo smiled and entered Chilso Palace without mercy, saying:

“Come quickly. If you’re late, there’s no dinner.”

“Eww! That heartless bastard. Do you think I can’t do it? Just wait and see. It’s me, Mao-!”

Wheaaaaaa, thud!

“100 million.”

It will take quite a long and painful time, though.

*

“oh…….”

Jang-seo, who came inside, let out a faint exclamation of admiration at the sight of the newly renovated Chilsogung Palace.

I thought that of course Jegal Gui-ryong would have done a good job with the organs, but I didn’t know that he would even take such great care in making the exterior.

In particular, the main building where Mao stayed had shed its shabby appearance and was now a wonderful blend of red-painted wood, black walls, and dark gray tiles.

And in the small garden next to it, there is a pond made of stone and even a small table and chairs for drinking tea.

I already knew you would do well, but I didn’t know you would be this delicate.

Above all, a small two-story annex was built that wasn’t there before, and that was where Jang Il-seo would be staying from now on.

‘You did this in just two weeks? You’re a monster.’

To this extent, it would be understandable to say that it was shoddy construction. However, given the picky nature of Jegal Gui-ryong, that would be impossible.

Of course, a lot of manpower and capital would have been invested to solve it in a short period of time, but it didn’t matter.

The amount is significant, but the pockets where the money comes from are also significant. In any case, it’s all Mao’s share that has to be paid.

Creak.

Jang opened the door to the annex without hesitation. And immediately the corners of his mouth slightly rose.

“It’s useful.”

I’m saying that I really like it.

The first floor was just a red lacquered floor with rough pillars and stairs.

It’s the perfect place to practice.

As I went up to the second floor, there were two empty rooms on each side, and as I passed through the hallway and went to the end, I came across a large room with a window overlooking the main building.

I guess I’ll just stay here from now on.

“after.”

After looking around the annex, Jang Seo came back down to the first floor, sat down in the middle, and sat cross-legged.

I changed the Seven Little Palaces to awaken Mao’s senses, but now he has a three-foot nose.

Woohoo!

When Jang Yi-seo placed his hand on his lower abdomen and lightly moved his small circulatory system, his blood vessels turned black and a terrible magical energy gushed out from his body.

It is the internal energy of Cheonma.

What happened when the magic he shot seeped into his body.

But anyone who has had a taste of swordsmanship in the martial arts world knows how absurd this is.

The so-called Cheonma demonstrated the highest level of skill called Geukche Jeon Gong (隔體傳功), which is usually used when a master is about to pass on his internal energy to his disciple just before he dies.

Usually, to make this successful, the disciple would have to drink only water for a few days to cleanse his body, then wash his marrow to clear the blocked qi and blood, and then have him learn the corresponding method so that he could receive the internal energy. It was an extremely dangerous and enormous undertaking with a chance of about 30%.

“But Cheonma threw it to a passing dog as if telling it to eat it. He didn’t even touch his own body.”

I can’t believe it even though I experienced it myself. But actually, what’s more absurd than this is…

“I never thought that I would live to see the internal energy of the Heavenly Demon for free.”

This means that he, a spy, has acquired the cult leader’s inner strength.

“after.”

Anyway, it’s absurd, and since it’s already happened, we need to check it out.

Jang Yiseo exhaled and converted the magical energy in his body into brain energy.

『Thunderbolt Method』

Dismissed!

All the bets in my body turned into lightning and I finished the Great Circulation in one breath. And then I was startled. It was already fast, but it was incomparable to that time. No, was the Great Circulation this refreshing?

“This is the power of Cheonma’s internal energy… … .”

I feel like I can do anything right now.

In a word, ultimate pleasure.

This time, Jang didn’t stop and took his brainwashing techniques to the extreme.

Okay then.

Phage crackle!

The brain matter that had leaked out of his body was swirling around, and his hair stood up in all directions like a devil. Then Jang-seo raised his hand to check the leaking brain matter, opened his eyes wide, and shouted.

“The color of the brain… has turned black?!”

Brain magic is a magic that uses internal energy as its raw material. The original murky internal energy has been replaced with the Heavenly Demon’s magic energy, so the color has changed.

“To be influenced like this.”

It was truly mysterious. It even felt sharper than before. It felt somehow more destructive.

Passssss.

As Jang Yiseo took a deep breath and released the brain magic, his hair fell down and pure magic energy settled into his body once again.

“hmm…….”

And Jang was confident.

It has definitely gotten stronger. It’s not like the amount has increased, it’s just that the material called internal energy has changed. The effect of the brainwave has increased so much that it can be clearly felt.

For Jang, it was an absolute opportunity that only comes once in a lifetime.

The problem is.

Woof! Suddenly, black tendons began to pop up all over his body, and at the same time, his eyes began to fill with a vicious magic and murderous intent.

“Ugh… … .”

A chilling thought creeps into my mind, making me want to tear everything apart and kill it all right now.

As I was betting too hard, the speed at which the magic was eating away at my body also increased.

Simply put, the body could not withstand the magical energy leaking out from the hole in the dantian.

This is the aftereffect of the gift given by Cheonma.

To be more precise, the absence of a method to control this terrible magic.

That name was also the absence of the brilliant Cheonma Shingong.

And this meant one thing.

The end of this road is nothing but despair.

Go crazy or die.

That’s a really shitty ending.