A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 37



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37.

#We need to throw another party (2)

“Cheonma didn’t teach his martial arts to anyone. That’s why everyone is obsessed with the little sect leader. Then why on earth did he teach me his internal energy? Are you telling me to become the little sect leader?”

Ha, that’s ridiculous. It’s absolutely absurd. It would never happen to a mere novice like me.

So, to watch me slowly go crazy and die?

It’s not like it’s completely impossible, since he’s a Heavenly Horse. There’s also the fucking excuse of Yu-hee. But there’s no reason for me to do that to my subordinate. He’s even my son’s assistant.

Then there is only one thing left.

‘This is your homework. Find the starting point for healing your body.’

Nine-aperture limb body.

The miraculous method to cure this damned body is hidden within the evil magic of the Heavenly Demon.

so…….

If I find a way to survive, it’s the chance of a lifetime, but if I don’t find it, I… … die.

“after…….”

Jang Yiseon felt a chill down his spine and let out a deep sigh.

I was fully aware of my current physical condition, but I had no idea what this had to do with the treatment of the chronic kidney disease.

‘What is the difference between me before and me now?’

First of all, the impure internal energy that had been accumulated through crude methods and various weeds has now disappeared.

Although it is a magic, it is the internal energy of a Heavenly Demon. If we were to consider it as being pure without even a single trace of turbid energy, it would be comparable to the divine monks of Shaolin.

And one more thing.

‘A new quality has emerged that didn’t exist before.’

This was something I hadn’t really felt before I started using the brainwashing technique. But I was certain of it after seeing the brainwashing dye black.

It is clear that the current internal energy has properties.

That too is a devil’s attribute.

“This is a perfect demonic internal energy… … .”

Still, I don’t get it. No, it’s strange that there is such a thing as a treatment.

In the past, when I was training in the rock carvings, I once asked the elder, the God of Life and Death, Wei Zi Liang, about a treatment method.

At that time he said this.

‘Cure? None. It would be easier to revive the dead. Also, the delay of the nine rules is a measure taken by the just gods of heaven and earth to prevent any distortion in the human world. Therefore, you should not regret it or feel wronged. That would be going against the will of heaven.’

To be honest, at that time I had a feeling of resistance and thought that I would definitely get treatment at some point.

But as I lived, I realized a hundred times that the words of the God of Life and Death were right.

A hole in the dantian.

Easy to say. But have you ever seen the reality?

Danjeon is a universe and a vessel that cannot be touched or seen and that exists like fog inside the body.

How can you block the danjeon, whose existence you can only know by feeling it through a bet?

If it’s flesh, you should at least sew it up.

“But how does Cheonma know about a treatment method that even the God of Life and Death doesn’t know?”

That’s also questionable. But is that important? In any case, even the empty words of a stone-thrower are true words when he speaks them. Cheonma was such a being.

“Nothing will change if you hold on to unsolvable homework. Let’s take our time and look for it. We still have a month. And that’s not what’s urgent right now. We need to take care of our overdue debt first.”

Jang Yi-seo’s eyes narrowed and three words appeared in his head.

Slaughterhouse.

These are not the kind of people who will end things well if we just leave them alone. And we have no intention of leaving things that interfere with our mission alone.

Jang Yiseo jumped up from his seat. He opened the door and went out of the annex. Mao was lying dead in the hallway.

The corners of his mouth went up. It seemed like he had managed to get in. Judging from his appearance, he looked like he had been beaten to death and passed out.

Still, there was no need to worry.

Mao is a Heavenly and Yang-type body with perfect internal energy. In terms of physical health, he is at least one of the top three in the Demonic Cult.

‘Yes. You can do it like that, one by one.’

Jang Yi-seo gave me a proud look on the back of my head and disappeared down the hallway without saying a word.

And Mao, who woke up late… … .

“My stomach hurts. I think I’m going to throw up.”

I barely managed to get up, holding my aching lower abdomen.

The sight of them staggering and walking with a look of death is unlike any other zombie.

One of the Seven Princes of the World. It’s not something you can just do anywhere.

I walked towards the toilet with all my might. And then, at the last moment, I reached the last intersection.

“What, what is it… … ?!”

Ku-kung! The second masterpiece prepared by Jegal Gui-ryong.

One hundred and eight wooden statues with the faces of the Four Heavenly Kings lined up on both sides of a narrow alley.

A hellish battlefield where even a single touch of an arm would cause it to spin backwards like a cogwheel, activating another wooden crow, ultimately leading to an indiscriminate attack from 108 cavalry soldiers.

If you want to fight, fight.

I ended up facing the path of the 108 troubles.

“Hey, you fucking bastards! Huuuuuuuuuu!”

A crisis tends to strike at critical moments.

Mao’s suffering starts today.

*

Chwiseonru, which has established itself as a representative guest house of Wolha Village.

Even though it is relatively early, Wolgwangho is bustling with people, and the lanterns on Chwiseonru are shining brightly.

And on the top 8th floor, where all the guests hope to climb at least once, he was there as usual.

The true owner of Chwiseonru.

Jang Seo was looking over the ledgers as if they were official records.

“Considering that we were closed for a few days, we didn’t suffer much loss. You had a hard time.”

“Yes, as a token of our appreciation for coming, we offered each and every one of you a glass of Yeoahhong.”

“Girl Hong?!”

Jang Yi-seo’s face lit up with surprise. It makes sense. Yeo-ah-hong is the most expensive of all liquors. It’s like a knife flying and stabbing Jang Yi-seo, who is a money ghost. However, Jang Yi-seo is not just a money ghost, he is a smart money ghost.

“A glass of Yeoahhong… … . It’s not too strong, so it leaves a lingering aftertaste, and the fruity aroma whets your appetite. I couldn’t help but order more. Plus, it’s expensive, so it’s usually just piled up in the barn. It hurts to bleed, but it was a great choice to show off. Praise.”

“You are too kind.”

Chu Hongran smiled bashfully and lowered her head, perhaps out of embarrassment. Then Jang Yiseo smiled the brightest smile of the day and closed the book.

The daughter of the Moryong family, who is said to be incredibly intelligent.

It’s a shame to tie up such a resourceful and talented person in a mere guest house.

Ttorr.

Chu Hongran filled the glasses on the splendidly arranged table. Jang Yiseo grabbed the glass and glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

I can see worry behind that gentle smile. Perhaps it’s because of the expression I saw on my face at Chilsogung earlier.

“I went to Cheonmajeon.”

Jang Yi-seo calmly and calmly began to speak. Then, Chu Hong-ran opened her eyes wide and nodded with a moved expression. It meant that she was ready to listen.

He then went on to explain everything, one by one, from the story of his own constitution, the nine-legged body, to how Cheonma Jinwookwang had transmitted magic energy to his body and told him to find a way to cure it. He left out the part where he said he was going to die right away.

We drank alcohol and ate snacks in between. Time passed quickly.

Half an hour has passed since then.

Chwi Hongran’s eyes were red.

“With that body… … you’ve been doing such great things until now… … .”

“It’s not a big deal. I just saved up some money. And I’m fine. You know that.”

“Master… … .”

Although Jang Yiseo never said anything about brainwashing, she was also the daughter of a famous martial artist in the Central Plains. He knew that she had extraordinary skills that were far more advanced than what he was known about.

That’s why it was even more shocking. He was living with the horrible fate of having a hole in his lower abdomen.

I thought I knew a lot about him. But I still don’t know much. That makes me even sadder.

When Chu Hongran looked at him as if tears would burst out if he touched her, Jang Yiseo said in a whiny tone.

“I’m not dying. Don’t worry. If someone saw me, they’d think I was doing it today or tomorrow.”

“Isn’t it dangerous? If you go this way, Master, I… … .”

“Who goes? And even if something happens to me, you will definitely return home. Just go and live well.”

Although an era of peace has begun, it is against the strict doctrine for a believer without rank or authority to go out of Cheonsan without permission.

The moment he left, he was chased by the counterintelligence unit and the entire group was destroyed.

So, even though there was no way to send Hongran out now, he definitely wanted to bring her back to her family someday.

however.

“Master… … Are you feeling very unwell?”

Chu Hongran ignored his words and immediately took him by surprise. As expected, he’s smart. Jang Yiseo nodded in the end.

“… … Yes, that’s right. If I don’t find the answer within a month, I’ll go crazy and die.”

Finally, tears fell from her eyes. Jang-seo shook her head and emptied her full glass.

Then, Chu Hongran sniffled once, wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and opened her bloodshot eyes wide as if she would not cry anymore.

Because she knew that crying would only burden Jang-seo. Moreover, she trusted him more than anyone else.

“You’ll be okay.”

“Of course. That guy is not the kind of person to talk nonsense. And I will find the answer.”

Could that human possibly mean Cheonma? Hehe. Chu Hongran burst into laughter at the harsh words. Then she answered vigorously.

“yes!”

At this, Jang Seo also smiled brightly and nodded.

“Okay, that’s that. There’s something I need to do soon.”

“I will do anything you ask me to do.”

Chu Hongran closed her eyes tightly, shedding the remaining tears, and answered in a voice full of determination.

As expected, he’s trustworthy. I don’t envy ten men.

Jang I-seo said with a sly smile.

“We need to throw another party.”

And it was a very big feast.

* * *

The eastern end of Cheonsan Mountain.

Here, compared to other places, the terrain is relatively flat and the temperature is low, so there is a place called Jumaji (走馬地) where the famous horses of the Magyo are raised.

It is a place with the character for running (走) and horse (馬), and it was named that way because it is said that a famous horse is born by running freely on a wide hill without a single fence.

And the family that had managed this dungeon for generations was the Meng family, one of the three most prestigious families in the Demonic Cult.

The Meng family of that time was more powerful than ever before, the morale of the Meng Gap Ghost Horse Corps was at its peak, and the head of the family had mastered the family martial art of the Great Breaking Spear Technique.

And that’s not all. There’s also Maeng Won-won, the nephew of the cult leader and adopted daughter of the cult leader, and Maeng Hui, the youngest son and nephew of the cult leader.

He even achieved the honor of having two children registered together when Jihak (not even 15 years old) was still a child.

And it was generally agreed upon that this was all due to the near-perfect nature of the head of the household and the third elder, the divine spear demon Maeng Cheol-yong.

A family that is truly complete in everything.

It definitely was. No, it had to be that way.

certainly.

“Uncle! I’ll be back!”

A girl riding a pure white horse in Jumaji smiled brightly and waved.

Her name is Maeng Won-won.

Although she was only sixteen years old, she had already caught the cult leader’s eye at an early age and became his fifth adopted daughter.

“Please. Knives are not to be handled carelessly. Until I get used to it, I will… … .”

“What are you talking about? I even blocked my father’s wind with this.”

“Are you talking about the leader’s style?!”

That doesn’t sound like anything.

“I’m a genius. Don’t you know that?”

I don’t know, so I’m like this. I’m out of breath because of the absurdity. How did a guy who’d never even properly held a sword in his life stop the cult leader’s strong wind?

“I told you it’s true?!”

Jang Yiseo nodded. Okay, I understand. Okay.

“Would you like to give it a swing?”