A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 75



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75.

#Gift of the Heavenly Horse (3)

“You, with your limitations as a technical expert, have succeeded in accomplishing what so many other writers have failed to do. How can I accept this?”

The manifestation of blackness means that one has passed the high and difficult first threshold of the Heavenly Demonic Art.

It was like finding the successor to the Heavenly Horse that he had been waiting for so long.

But Jin Woo-kwang’s expression was no longer filled with joy, but rather bitter regret.

“At best, I’ve only blocked one of the nine heavenly gates. I’ve surpassed the first-class realm and reached the beginning of the pinnacle… … . Anything more than that is impossible.”

This was it.

The reason why I can’t be completely happy even though a worthy successor has appeared.

The reason why regret is so evident on your face.

The natural limitations of the old system.

Unless you block the remaining eight holes, you will never be able to accumulate enough internal energy to reach the state of a spiritual being.

This is the limit of heaven.

thus.

“I can’t entrust you with my successor or the safety of the whole world. So, live your life devoting yourself to my successor who will appear at any moment. That’s why I’m keeping you alive, even though you shouldn’t exist.”

A sentence of slavery, never to be able to be a master.

It may be a cruel thing to say, but for Cheonma, this alone was an enormous act of mercy.

Because I’ve been waiting alone for so long.

Because I didn’t want to give up the existence of Jang Seo-ran who had crawled up close to me.

That’s why it was a wise decision.

In any case, it was impossible for someone other than the Supreme One to possess the Heavenly Demonic Power.

“Instead, since you too have stepped into the realm of the Heavenly Demon even a little bit. Since you are my first successor at heart. Above all, I will give you the greatest gift.”

From none other than Cheonma came the bold statement that this was the greatest gift of all.

And when Jang Seo, who had succeeded in eating a new breakfast, slowly opened his eyes.

“Feel smart. I will only be able to teach you this once.”

The two hands of Cheonma Jinwookwang, who was sitting cross-legged behind him, were placed on his back.

“Ugh!”

And the overwhelming feeling of energy seeping into my head.

For a moment, his eyes shot open, and as if his spirit had left his body, the sight of a heavenly horse that he had never seen before appeared in his vision.

It is the sight of pitch-black flames slowly taking shape above the shoulders, as if transmitting a message.

‘That, that’s… …!’

Jang Seo, who witnessed this, swallowed a silent exclamation and trembled with horror.

I don’t know the circumstances, but I immediately guessed what his actions meant.

‘Heavenly Demon Sword… …!’

Yes. Right now, Jin Woo-kwang was teaching himself a part of the Cheonma Shingong.

And even though it may be just a small piece of the Yellow Dragon.

The enlightenment that comes from the greatest martial arts master of all time is incomparable to anything else.

‘When you reach the ultimate point of swordsmanship, you become a sword yourself, and the magical energy you release becomes a form of will… … .’

Jang Yi-seo forgot his own situation and thought of Cheon Ma’s appearance as if he was possessed.

It was as if he was sitting cross-legged in space, sending the shocking magic energy over his shoulders to create a shape.

And finally.

Kwaaaaaaah-!

A gigantic and absolute being took its place on Jin Woo-kwang’s shoulders with a resonant sound like the scream of a monster.

An evil spirit that shakes off the embers of the blazing black flame.

A terribly dark, ominous, and terrifying atmosphere.

“This is a heavenly demon.”

Ah… … Jang Yi-seo felt both fear and awe at the sound of Cheonma’s voice and trembled.

“And this is my gift of congratulations and comfort to you who have reached a dead end while pioneering a new path.”

Hurrruk!

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon ascended into the sky and disappeared into a spark. Then, the sky and the earth turned upside down, and as I felt myself falling, my vision returned to normal.

“Keuk… … !”

Soon, an unimaginable fire surged through my heart along with the coughing up of blood.

Hurrruk!

It was a truly excruciating pain that was unbearable.

“Kkaaaaaaah-!”

In the end, Jang Yi-seo could no longer bear it and screamed. It felt like the mark of the Heavenly Demon was engraved on his heart.

And after a fleeting moment that felt like an eon, the pain disappeared as if it had never happened, and my mind became clear as if cold water had been poured over it.

And then I realized.

‘The loneliness… has disappeared?’

That the loneliness that had been a constraint on my heart was gone.

What on earth is going on?

Jang Yiseo looked back in confusion. Hana Cheonma had already gotten up from her seat and was standing with her luggage behind her back.

There were so many things I wanted to ask.

What did you do to me? No, what was that devil? Why on earth was there a flame engraved in my heart?

I wanted to check everything.

But Cheonma’s kindness ends here.

“When your demon lord awakens, then check for yourself. If you can.”

Jang Yi-seo finally came to his senses and focused as his words seemed to pierce through his heart.

And then, without saying a word, he stood up and took the lottery ticket respectfully and sincerely.

“Thank you so much for teaching me.”

At this, Cheonma tilted his eyebrows and said as if nothing had happened.

“Even if it is only a fragment, your body has been given the same energy as me. Do you understand what this means?”

I know. It’s really screwed up. But I don’t think that’s the answer he wanted right now.

Jang Seo knelt down on one knee, bowed his head, and shouted.

“God of Heaven and Earth, Manmaangbok. I pledge my loyalty to the well-being of our school.”

But only if it is for the well-being of the Central Plains.

Cheonma nodded slightly, as if satisfied with Jang Yiseo’s answer. Loyalty to the school. That is enough.

“Now you have gone beyond first-class and reached the pinnacle.”

Jang-seo swallowed hard. He had forgotten about it for a moment, but he felt it the first time he opened his eyes.

The wall that would not open no matter how much you knocked on it your entire life has collapsed.

And that meant a lot.

You can build up more internal energy than before, and you can display much faster and stronger power when performing movements from the beginning.

In short, it means that you have become much stronger than before without having to use brain power.

‘Maybe I can open the magic wall too.’

A smile briefly appeared on my lips at the excitement of anticipation.

But maybe it’s too early.

Immediately afterwards, the thunderous force of Cheonma fell.

“That’s it for now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your body’s bets can no longer open new paths. The stronger the energy, the harder it is to shake off memories that have already been established.”

Jang Yi-seo was so flustered that he forgot about Cheon Ma’s words and they flashed through his mind.

‘This is my gift of congratulations and comfort to you who have pioneered a new path and reached a dead end.’

A new road and a dead end.

“then…….”

“Now the magic within you will continue to follow only the path set for you.”

Jang Yi-seo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

That’s right.

The energy of the Heavenly Horse is one. It is impossible to divide it into two.

In other words, the first hole was blocked, but the second hole was out of the question.

“Is it hopeless?”

Cheonma asked. Jang Yiseo shook his head calmly.

“No. I have already achieved a level I never could have hoped for.”

“Then will you be satisfied?”

This time, Jang Yi-seo shook his head from side to side.

“Neither. We will find the answer someday. It just won’t be today.”

“Haha, it seems that the dull and persistent ones are destined to live long lives.”

Cheonma said with a big smile. But things won’t go as planned. That’s another reason why he’s saving Jang Yi-seo.

He spoke in a more friendly tone.

“You are a great assistant.”

Sudden compliment. One thing that didn’t feel right. As expected, the words that followed were thorny.

“One, do other people see you like that?”

“What are you talking about… … .”

“You did a great job as an assistant. And the same goes for Mao. I realized it again today. If you look at his potential, he was a kid who was better than anyone else. Now, he’s finally starting to show it. So.”

A cruel and eerie smile appeared on Cheonma’s lips.

And then he looked straight at Jang Yi-seo and said this.

“I gave Mao the seal of the White Emperor. He didn’t seem to know its value, but you know what it means.”

The white chief’s seal?!

Jang Yiseo’s eyes lit up.

The seven successors, who were originally Cheonma’s children, could not establish power.

The only people who can be appointed are assistants.

This was a strict order given because other successors might block the path of the sect leader in the future.

However, there was one exception to this.

That was the seal of the general.

The privilege of being able to officially form an organization with the number preceding it.

‘And the Heavenly Demon granted the seal of the seal to only three people.’

That was the first, the Thousand Weapons. The second, the Infinity. And finally, the third, the Four Sea Spirits.

They have made many achievements and it took a long time for them to obtain this.

Thus, Cheonmugi and Muhanseong obtained the seal of Baekinjang (百人將), and Sahaeryung obtained the seal of Sipinjang (十人將), and each established their own forces.

But Mao was given the seal of Baek In-jang, who had not even obtained the Four Seas Commandery. This was a special privilege that no one could understand.

It’s the same as saying that the cult leader is openly favoring Mao.

And then… … .

‘Everyone will be looking at Mao. It won’t be a good look.’

Cheonma smiled faintly as he saw Jang Yiseo’s rather serious expression and continued speaking.

“Why do you think you, who are from the 7th rank of the illegitimate children, were able to sit in that position and still be safe?”

Jang Yiseo’s eyebrows twitched. It was definitely not a day of peace where the wind blew. There was an attack by the slaughterhouse, and he fought and won against Sado-cheol, one of the Hundred Horse Saints.

but…….

“Because no one cared.”

Cheonma Jinwookwang cruelly criticized the harsh reality.

Yes, that’s right.

The real competition for the cult leader was not the mere assassination of the slaughterhouse or the family feud of the Maga.

The real ones were the seven successors, the council of elders and the Oryongdang surrounding them, and the numerous eccentric members of the Demonic Cult.

And the reason they’ve been silent until now is because it’s just ridiculous. Because it’s not worth caring about.

But will it be like that in the future?

No, not at all.

From the moment he received the seal of Baek In-jang, it was clear that indifference would turn to interest, and then to sharp pressure.

“Are you afraid of the impending crisis?”

Cheonma spoke again in a tone that had become affectionate as if the storm had passed.

Only then did I realize.

“no.”

That he is now giving himself a new homework assignment.

“No? From the moment you leave here, you will become targets for elimination.”

“I know.”

That his way is to give people a crisis and turn it into an opportunity.

“Then what are you going to do? Are you just going to take it?”

Jang-i answered as if possessed.

“I will… … raise you. I will show everyone that you are not a sprout that the Chilsogung can trample on, but a giant tree that cannot be looked down on.”

Many will try to trample on you, and no one will want to come into your arms. But you will do it anyway.

Because that’s the best agent in the rock carving, Jang Seo.

Cheonma looked at the aforementioned Jang Seo’s face, smiled with satisfaction, and spoke softly.

“That’s the way to go. That’s what will protect your fate.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

“You can go now.”

Cheonma waved his hand. Then Jang Yiseo’s body, which had been lying face down, stood up on its own.

Jang Yiseon realized.

That this was the last unofficial meeting with Cheonma.

Although he was an enemy, Jang Yi-seo sincerely paid respect to Cheon Ma, who he had no choice but to acknowledge, and then turned around after taking the lottery ticket.

The task to be done has been decided.

The white robe he gave was both a crisis and an opportunity.

The real competition for the position of the sub-religious leader starts now.

As I was walking down the hallway of Cheonmajeon with a very heavy face, I suddenly reached the end.

“Jang-seo!”

At the entrance, a tall, manly, red-haired man smiles brightly and waves.

Maoda.

Looking at the naturally innocent face of the guy, the wrinkles on his forehead that had been hardened slightly smoothed out.

“Are you alive?”

“Of course it is. How about you?”

“Isn’t that a genius assistant?”

Phew! Mao laughs. Zhang Yi also smiled and said.

“Let’s go back. Home.”

The second breakfast with the leader has concluded.