A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 73



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73.

#Gift of the Heavenly Horse (1)

‘The cult leader took special note of him. That means he wasn’t someone who happened to be promoted to assistant.’

Heukya looked at Jang Yiseo intently.

In fact, the reason he came here today instead of Baekya was to see him in the first place.

There are two reasons.

One is that one of his original roles was to check and manage the warriors of the Ilbaekma Castle, the core force of the Demonic Cult.

But since one of them, Sado-cheol, has gone missing, it is natural to investigate this.

And the second reason was that the prime suspect in the Sado-cheol incident was a young assistant who was not yet 30 years old and of humble origins.

I came out because I found this strange and wanted to see it with my own eyes.

‘But I should have just asked. I tried to tease you for nothing and ended up hurting myself.’

A situation where I fell for my own trick. Black Night made an annoyed expression and said with his lips licking his lips.

“That cheeky guy.”

But contrary to his harsh words, the shadow that had been wrapping around Jang Yi-seo’s body returned to its original position on the ground.

This means admitting defeat. It means taking responsibility as a strong person.

“I’m late in greeting you. This is the assistant manager.”

Jang Seo-do then lightly took the lottery ticket as if he didn’t care anymore. Then Heuk Ya’s eyes widened.

“You have some guts.”

This time, I was serious. I wasn’t afraid of defeat, nor was I intoxicated by victory. This was the real deal.

Black Night’s expression softened slightly.

“Force isn’t always everything you need to support someone.”

It was well received. Jang Seo also responded refreshingly.

“I’m not that stupid.”

“Huh, it’s good that you didn’t miss it.”

At this, Heukya let out a sly laugh for the first time. Jang Yiseo thought. His personality is now showing a little. He hates being judged and is quick-tempered. He often makes hasty judgments.

“But you still don’t have the skills to break the Ark of Slaughter. Even if he died, it wouldn’t mean you did it yourself.”

It would be appreciated if you thought about it in advance. As Jang Yiseo smiled with multiple meanings, Heuk Ya casually took out a piece of paper from his bosom and threw it to him.

Thump. Jang Seo-ga took the card and looked at it. It was a round card with black and white on the front and back.

That too, a sacred tablet with the seal of the Lion of Light on both sides!

“This is… … !”

“It will come in handy once. That will be my duty.”

Black Night took a step back from the door he had been blocking as if he had nothing more to say.

Although the words were simple, the meaning contained in this pack was not so light.

The moment you push this pattern in and spit out your will wherever you are, it will immediately become the order of the Gwangmyeong Left and Right Lions.

Although it is a one-time use, this means that there is nothing you cannot do in the Demonic Cult with just this one. It is truly an incredible privilege depending on how you use it.

“Why don’t you like it?”

“Okay. I’ll use it well.”

“Damn it. Go away.”

“yes.”

Jang-i stood confidently in front of the door, carrying the unexpected gift of a badge in his bosom.

And he placed his hand lightly on the door.

Woohoo!

As soon as he started to move, a terrible evil energy started to boil inside his body. His face and the back of his hands, which had been normal, began to reveal dark blood vessels, and the grooves in the large iron door also began to emit a black light.

‘You are facing death.’

Black Night had a gut feeling. Jang Yiseo was now standing at the crossroads of life and death. He had given him a divine seal out of respect, but he had died a violent death today before he could even use it.

His eyes narrowed and he looked at the door slowly opening, lost in thought.

‘Whether you take that divine tablet with you to the afterlife as pocket money, or use it for the Seven Princes after you come out. That too is your fate. However, I have a feeling that today won’t be the last day of your horoscope. Tsk tsk.’

The gate leading into Cheonma Hall.

Looking at his back, Gwangmyeong Woo-sa quickly turned around.

* * *

“Hehehehe… … Woohahahahaha!”

Mao burst into laughter, unable to tell the difference between the two as he watched the wind blowing by.

He blocked the wind of the Heavenly Horse. And he did so with a confident, head-on confrontation.

What a heart-warming experience this is.

‘Jang I-seo, I showed you exactly as you said. Properly.’

My tingling palms feel like medals.

Honestly, I felt better this time than any other time I trained with Jang Seo. It was as if the yang energy surrounding my palm had suddenly become as hard as a diamond.

Yes, that’s right.

At that moment, I felt like I had become indestructible.

And this was something that even Jang Seo had not expected.

Mao unintentionally withdrew it and wrapped it around his palm right before he made his bet, out of fear that it might be breached at a critical moment.

“You always exceed my expectations.”

But no matter what the process was, what was important was that he surprised the best in the world, Cheonma Jinwookwang.

Quagwagwa!

Cheonma looked at the strong wind blowing towards him and smiled sincerely.

I really liked it. I was satisfied.

The aftershocks that hit my coat like a typhoon. And that red-hued wind. And the confidence of my child.

That’s all there is to it.

“You pass.”

Shuaaaaah! As soon as Cheonma stretched out his hand, all the wind that was flying in was sucked into his hand like a whirlwind.

And then, as if nothing had happened, everything became quiet.

Pass. With a sound of the hot heat from his hand cooling down in an instant.

For a moment, silence fell.

“Oh, oh my?”

Mao, who had been excited with anticipation, suddenly realized the reality of the situation as it ended too blandly and cooled down.

What did I just do?

‘I tried to… kill the cult leader!’

His pupils shook violently and his legs trembled violently.

Who is Cheonma?

Heavenly King, the Lord of Heaven, Manma Angbok.

As stated in the covenant of the new religion, Manma is a being revered as a god.

Attacking someone like that… … .

Cheonma opened his cold eyes and asked.

“Who taught you this?”

“Yes, yes?”

“That cute plan of provoking me and then counterattacking me.”

“Yes, it’s treason! No, it’s a conspiracy!”

Mao immediately fell flat on his stomach and did a prostration. At this, Cheonma narrowed his eyes and looked up and down.

“Just answer the questions. Is that the assistant Aider?”

“No, I can’t say.”

“That’s right.”

“That’s right. It’s him.”

I’m sorry, Zhang Yi. I got caught. Mao clenches his fist.

But at that moment, surprisingly, my body slowly stood up on its own.

“Huh, huh?”

“You have a good teacher.”

Mao blinked at Cheonma’s affectionate words. And only then did he realize that he wasn’t trying to hold him responsible. He was praising him.

After letting out a deep sigh of relief, he spoke with a relaxed face.

“Yes, well. It’s mostly because I’m a genius.”

“Haha, okay. I guess so.”

“Right? Hahaha!”

As Mao burst into an innocent laugh, Cheonma also felt good and stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Honestly, I had no expectations whatsoever from the Seven Princes.

Although one has great qualities, they alone cannot make one the best.

The spirit and fortune that embraces people, and even the outstanding five senses and intuition.

It was something that could only be done if everything came together.

Among them, Chilgongja, who had the worst talents, was growing beyond my expectations.

And that too, rapidly.

Moreover, you have done the homework I gave you so perfectly.

At this point, it’s only natural that a reward be given.

“I should give you a gift.”

“Really?!”

“okay.”

Mao’s eyes widened and he smiled greedily. The last time I received the divine water, it was just something that was taken away and returned, but this time it was real.

‘What should I give you? Could it be… the legendary Heavenly Demon Sword?!’

It’s really simple to think about. If it were that easy to give away martial arts, why would they fight so hard for the position of the leader of the sect?

Cheonma Jinwookwang was originally a man who didn’t think long. He quickly finished his thoughts and opened his mouth leisurely.

“The other children had something, whether it was martial arts or the power to support me. You have nothing.”

“There is a market.”

“I will give you the seal of a hundred-man general.”

“Huh? What? A funeral director?”

At the moment when Mao was about to argue in confusion, a sinister murderous aura emanated from Jin Woo-guang’s body. Then, he had the illusion that a giant evil spirit had emerged from behind him.

‘Euuuu. What, what is it?’

Is this an optical illusion or not? What on earth is that?

Mao shivered and lowered his gaze. Even though their eyes met, it was eerie, as if he had been left alone on top of a mountain made of corpses.

Even the most reckless and clueless Mao sensed this immediately.

‘If you go any further, you’ll die.’

“Young lady, I will now… …take a step back.”

Mao bowed his head and stepped back.

And the remaining Cheonma slapped my palm once and muttered.

“Is this the same principle as the shaman’s “Saryangbalcheongeun” (四兩撥千斤) that reverses the opponent’s strength? No. It’s different. This is a massive amount of yang energy, like the sun, added to the opponent’s strength, breaking the balance of yin and yang and changing its direction.”

Jin Woo-kwang nodded. And a very satisfied smile appeared. Mao had clearly done it without thinking, but in any case, this was a new realm that even he had never experienced.

In other words, it means that there is still much to learn.

“Which one is stronger, the positive energy that returns and the evil energy that devours everything? I wonder. How far will the power you return to me end?”

This gives us one more thing to look forward to.

This is like a great joy to the Cheonma who has reached the top.

Of course, today’s real dish is something else.

Cheonma walked outside without making a sound.

And only when we reached the long hallway did he finally appear.

“You came.”

The child I had been waiting for and wanting to see the most for a month.

“Cheonmajijon Manmaangbok. I am the assistant. I greet you, the leader.”

This is his appearance.

*

How much Cheonma had been looking forward to meeting Jang Yi-seo.

When I opened my eyes from sleep, I saw nine night pearls and remembered the three letters of his name.

‘Jang I-seo.’

Do you know how great this is?

No, probably most people don’t know.

But think about it differently.

Cheonma Jinwookwang.

He is the best in the world, embracing ten thousand horses.

As he climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down upon the thousands of troops, he pointed to one of his aides, a man of humble origins, numbered 18,928.

Even the name is accurate.

This is absolutely impossible without enormous expectations.

But.

Even though I waited so long.

“You never found the answer.”

A cold voice like cold tea flowed out of Cheonma’s mouth.

That was understandable.

Jang Yi-seo’s body was already covered in ugly, swollen black blood vessels, and it wouldn’t be strange if they burst and killed him at any moment.