A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 41



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41.

#What kind of person are you (2)

Maeng Hui shouted confidently, trying hard to deny his own discouragement.

“Are you threatening me right now?!”

The threat is what you did.

“Your Majesty, what do you think of yourself? If you take away the Meng family. If you take away the status of the Sixth Prince. Then what is left?”

“… …What else do you need?”

Maeng Hui asks with wide eyes. You really don’t know, so you’re asking. Yes. That could be possible. A powerful family with a first-class status in the Demonic Cult. And innate talent. You might think that’s all.

however.

“Isn’t the most important thing missing?”

The spy in the rock carving, Jang I-seo, had different thoughts.

“Personality.”

“what?”

The value of being a human being is not something that is created by one’s background from birth, but something that one creates for oneself as a purpose.

“If you live by relying on the power of others, you will eventually have to live up to the expectations of others. Let me ask you. What kind of person are you, Lord Yuk Gongja, right now?”

“……uh?”

“Isn’t hiding behind the status of your family because you fear that family the most? Look at yourself. Are you not cowering in fear of your family? And I say it again, stop threatening with your family. It won’t work on me.”

If it’s money, then what? At Jang Yi-seo’s words, Maeng-hui’s focus became blank as if he had lost his mind.

It was the first time anyone had ever said something like that to me.

Everyone was afraid of my family, and so they pretended to be nice to me.

Treated as a background, not as a human being.

And the same goes for the people of the Maeng family, including my father Maeng Cheol-yong. They didn’t see me as a human being.

‘Remember, if you are not acknowledged by the leader, you are nothing.’

They treated him only as a puppet to receive the leader’s approval.

But… … I’ve never seen an assistant like this before. A guy from humble origins.

The first time I told him that was wrong.

“When the sun rises tomorrow, go home immediately. If you stay here and something happens, I will not be held responsible. This is a warning.”

Jang Yiseo quickly turned around and went upstairs.

Maeng-hui, left alone, sat blankly, lost in thought for a long time.

Until the moment the morning sun rises.

blankly.

and.

“Hey kid… … . Let me sleep too.”

Mao, who was leaning against the wall outside, also spent the long night with a smirk.

*

The next morning.

Jang-seo, who woke up early in his new residence, sat on the platform in front of the long window and fell into meditation.

The main topic was, of course, the question of how to treat the chronic kidney disease.

‘Dantian exists but does not exist. It is an intangible house that cannot be grasped or seen. Therefore, the only way to guess its form is to feel it through the internal energy contained within it. Focus your mind on your inner self and slowly move it to find out whether there is a path or not.’

Yes, to put it simply, it was like walking through a cave with your hand against one wall.

By drawing this in your head, you can understand the shape of your danjeon, and through this, you can also figure out what the nine-point body is.

‘So, the only thing that can feel the nine holes, or block them, is internal energy.’

Yes, that would be it. So, it would be that Cheonma covered the turbid bet in his body with magic.

But how.

How on earth can I block the hole in my dantian with my internal energy? Are you telling me to split my internal energy into threads and sew them together?

“Phew… … .”

Jang Yi-seo’s eyes opened slowly as he let out a long, long breath.

That’s all for today’s meditation.

Jang Seo-ga stood up from his seat and opened the tightly blocked wooden window.

Then, sunlight streamed in, and the main building and garden came into view at a glance.

“But did you try?”

Sigh. A smile appeared on Jang Yi Seo’s lips.

It was because of Mao lying on the floor in front of the main building. Even yesterday, he was waiting in the annex building, so I thought he would stay out all night and play tricks.

Judging from the messy clothes, it seems like he put in some effort.

“Yes. I’m half willing to do it.”

Jang-seo straightened his clothes and went out into the hallway.

I looked around the empty rooms, but I couldn’t feel any movement.

“Did you leave?”

The Six Dukes, Maeng Hui.

It looked a bit young and pitiful. It was like seeing a child abandoned in the middle of the desert.

Normally I would have tried to be a bit more picky, but now was not the time to worry about others.

There are hundreds of mountains to climb to make Mao a cult leader right now.

Besides, who cares about whom? At least the six princes are pushed around in the house.

“Some guy called himself hyung and he’s sitting there raging and saying he’s going to kill me. Tsk.”

Jang Yi-seo licked his lips and went out of the annex. As expected, Yuk Gong-ja was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone home early.

On the other hand, Mao is in a deep sleep, snoring as if he is going to pass away. It seems like he will never wake up.

“Hmm.”

Let’s look around. There is a bowl lying in front of the pond. This will do.

Zhang Yishu filled a basin with water and stood in front of Mao. Mao, startled by the sound, frowned and got up.

“What? When did you come… … Phew!”

Chomp!

A splash of cold water was poured on my face.

“What, what is it!”

“Get up.”

“Hey, dude! You’re awake! Can’t you see?”

“Show me.”

“Oh, if you really look closely, you’ll see that he has a grudge against me.”

What about resentment? It’s all love. Jang I-seo snickered and helped him up. And right then.

“good morning.”

At the entrance, a cute boy came in with an awkward greeting.

“What’s wrong, Aesong? Didn’t you go home?”

Mao asks, raising an eyebrow in caution.

The Sixth Duke, Maeng Hui. That was him.

There was sweat dripping down his forehead, as if he had just come from a run in the mountains early in the morning.

“Today… I couldn’t go because I had some urgent training to do.”

“star.”

That’s a really low-level excuse. Mao snorted, and Meng Hui looked at Zhang Yishu’s expression, trembling like a guilty child.

Actually, I went to the vicinity of Jumaji and came back as if I was possessed. Honestly, I didn’t know why I came back. But I felt like I had to do it.

I wanted to stay by his side a little longer and watch him. What kind of person is he? Whether what he said was really true.

‘But what if they just tell me to leave?’

I was so stupid that I didn’t think that far ahead.

But.

For some reason, Zhang Yi only glanced at Mao and asked him questions as if he was not interested.

“You weren’t able to go home all night?”

“You have to let me go. There are metal balls falling from the ceiling, and spears shooting out from the walls. How can I get there!”

Still, he went as far as the main room. At Mao’s grumbling, Zhang Yi strode inside. Mao naturally thought of the large iron weight that would fall from above.

But.

“uh?”

Even though Jang Seo-ga went inside and looked back at me, there was no response.

“What is it? Why is it like this? Is it broken?”

Even though Jang Seo went down the hallway and came back out, nothing happened.

It wasn’t like this until dawn. The moment Mao followed inside in shock.

Crunch. There was a slight sensation as if the floor was sinking, and then boom! An iron weight fell from above.

“Eww!”

Bam! Mao is hit and bounces back. Jang Yiseo, who was able to lightly fly away before crashing to the ground, gently supports her waist.

Then he glanced at the main building and asked.

“Do you know the difference?”

Oh, I see. Mao nodded and answered.

“That kid is picking on people.”

No way. Jang-seo shook his head and glanced at Maeng-hui.

“Have a nice trip.”

“Huh? Me? Me?”

“yes.”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Maeng Hui nodded vigorously and suddenly stepped inside the house. But why am I listening to Assistant Jang? I felt something strange, but somehow I felt good.

“Okay, okay?”

Maeng Hui reached the entrance, turned around, and asked shyly. This time, the iron weight did not fall.

“Look at this. It really does discriminate between people!”

As Mao made a fuss, Zhang Yi pointed to the floor where Meng Hui was standing and said:

“The answer is because of the weight of your steps.”

“weight?”

Yes. That’s why Zhang Li and Meng Hui are okay, but Mao is not.

It was the weight of the gait that caused it.

“You can come out now.”

When Jang Yi-seo speaks to Maeng Hui, he walks out again without making a sound. Considering that he is only fifteen years old, everything from the basics to the level is amazing.

“Weight? What do you mean?”

Mao urges the answer as if he is dizzy.

“There are only two ways for the Seven Princes to successfully complete the leader’s homework in one month. One is to learn the peerless secret method.”

Step method.

Yes, the most basic martial arts are the movements of the feet.

If you can’t use the method, no matter how great your martial arts skills are, you won’t be able to use them to their full potential, and you won’t be able to escape from dangerous situations.

So, learning the Dharma is the easiest way to avoid the cult leader’s style.

“Tax-saving method-! Let’s do that. I’ve got a feeling. Look. Look at the skill. You get the feeling.”

Mao moves his feet alternately and does the Odubangjeong.

“No way.”

“Oh, why!”

Of course, learning the method would be the best way, but it is impossible to avoid the wind of the Heavenly Demon within a month.

There is only one way left.

That’s dealing with the weight of your body.

The Restless Room was the place to teach Mao the very basics.

“Even if you learn martial arts, a month is not enough time. So the best thing to do is to heighten your senses and remove the weight from your steps to maximize your agility.”

“Get rid of the weight… … Is that possible?”

Pot! Seeing is believing. Zhang Yishu’s new form suddenly disappeared, and at some point, he stood on Mao’s shoulder.

Wow. Meng Hui was surprised by the quick movements, and Mao was embarrassed and looked very displeased.

“What the heck? I feel so f*cking sick.”

“Can you feel my weight?”

“Uh. It’s a bit heavy.”

“No, I didn’t feel it, my lord. I just rose from my shoulders to my head.”

“What the f*ck!”

Thump. As Zhang Yishu lands on the floor, Mao shouts that it is dirty and taps his head.

But honestly, I was surprised.

Because I didn’t feel the weight when it got on my shoulders or when I changed the position of my feet above my head.

“and…….”

This is still an area that is impossible even for Meng Hui. I was truly amazed.

“Betting is not just about sending out a bet. It is much more complex and profound than that. For example, you can send a bet to Haji to apply a load, or conversely, you can disperse and eliminate the accumulated bet with each step.”

“The secret of a thousand-pound hammer!”

Meng Hui, who was sitting next to Mao, suddenly raised his hand and shouted.

Yes, that is correct.

#The Calm Before the Storm (1)