A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 80



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#Master of Changryongdo (1)

Jang Yi-seo swallowed his breath and recalled the evil spirit the cult leader had shown him.

A celestial demon that trembled with an intimidating air as if it were going to burn everything.

It was clear that if he were to awaken it and deal with it, the Demonic Cult would be thrown into chaos.

Isn’t that obvious?

What if the Cheonma Shingong, which can be called the symbol of Cheonma, is performed by a mere assistant and not even the leader of the religious sect?

It only takes a moment for things to turn into a mess.

But even knowing that, Cheonma taught Cheonmagwi. He was the one who prioritized the Demonic Cult over anyone else. And he didn’t just throw a spell at me, he gave birth to me in my heart.

why?

‘When your demon lord awakens, then check for yourself. If you can.’

Because I know I won’t be able to wake up.

That’s because I know full well that it’s impossible to wake up from the dead with a regular body.

Although it is not exact, it seemed that at least 2 levels of internal energy were needed to smoothly handle the Heavenly Demon.

An amount that can be accumulated after 120 years of training in the proper way. To put it more simply, it meant the end of the peak and the beginning of the ultimate realm.

So, what is Jang Yi-seo’s current level of internal energy?

Exactly one generation. It was exactly half of a cycle, or 60 years.

If we were to rate it as a realm, it would be the beginning of a peak.

‘It’s not easy for even those who can fly and crawl to reach the pinnacle, and for me, it’s only possible if I block at least four holes.’

This is why Cheonma taught Cheonmagwi so confidently.

Because I knew I could never wake up.

So there was no promise to come next time. There would be nothing more to expect.

But I don’t regret it. Rather, I feel good.

As Cheonma’s interest grew, the mission would have become more difficult.

‘Wait a minute. But you didn’t notice the loneliness, did you?’

No, that can’t be. The God of Life and Death said that he would never know about this… … Besides, if he had known, he wouldn’t have let me live.

Phew. I took a deep breath.

Anyway, now that even loneliness is gone, I am practically free.

But that doesn’t change anything.

It doesn’t change the fact that my essence lies in the right path.

As long as they don’t cross the line first.

‘The rock carving only said to make Mao a cult leader, and did not say anything about what happened after that.’

If you think about it positively, it could be seen as just putting the weaklings above them to prevent war, but Jang knew better.

That things in this world don’t always turn out that easily.

Even if Mao is promoted to the position of a cult leader after many twists and turns, will that be the end of everything?

you’re welcome.

If we did it carelessly, it would only cause civil war in the Demonic Cult.

And maybe that’s what the rock carvings wanted.

‘Whether my mission succeeds or fails, the closer Mao gets to the sect leader, the greater the opposition within the school. That means more frequent disputes and more divisions. It’s a situation where we’re falling into a state of self-restraint.’

But if the balance of power between the two kingdoms collapses… … .

‘The Murim Alliance may start the war first.’

Yes, that may be overthinking it.

But Jang-seo didn’t want the world to fall into chaos for any reason. He also didn’t want to be a sacrificial lamb swept away by that storm.

‘I hope it goes well.’

of course.

‘I should do everything I can to prepare for this.’

Jang Yi-seo took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyelids.

Then, outside the window, a red-haired boy was seen running into the inner room, screaming in the morning breeze.

“Euryaaaaaaa!”

A master who takes care of many things.

‘You have to become stronger first.’

Seven Princes Mao.

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“shit!”

Mao lay on the floor with his arms crossed and swore.

At the entrance of the inner room, the iron weight that had blown him away is once again rolled up to the ceiling.

Unlike in the past, he could now endure being hit. No, to be more blunt, he was confident that he could endure it. But that wasn’t what Mao wanted right now.

“Why aren’t you getting hurt? Why?”

I wanted to avoid it.

Aren’t you the one who has blocked the leader’s strong wind? Then, you should learn how to dodge it gracefully, not just take it.

But even though I knew exactly where it was coming from, my footwork just wasn’t up to par.

“The kid and the old man managed to escape without a hitch. How can I, a genius, do that? Why? Could it be because of my innate dignity…?”

Reasonable reasoning. Mao put his index finger under my chin. Then he immediately started to roll his body to the side of Degururu. Then, chin! Something blocked his way and he stopped. Soon, a shadow fell over his face.

“I wouldn’t normally call this a majestic sight. It’s a bit threatening, I guess. It’s just so amazing.”

“Jang-seo!”

Instead of the blue sky, I see his smiling face.

“What’s going on? You’ve been busy these past few days.”

“What are you doing this early in the morning? You’re not even cleaning the floor.”

“ah.”

Mao laughed heartily and jumped up. Then he shook his body and said.

“I thought that if my body rolled, my head might roll well too.”

You, the one who can confidently say that, are the true winner.

Jang Yi-seo smiled and looked at the inner quarters as he spoke.

“Were you trying to avoid the iron fist?”

“Oh, but that’s okay. There’s no rush now. I’ll take it slow.”

“There’s no rush, but you came out to practice so early.”

“No, that’s… … I’m bored… … .”

When Mao kept scheming, Zhang Yishu looked at him blankly and said.

“Do you know that?”

“what.”

“You really can’t lie.”

“What, you little brat?”

“Don’t go around trying to deceive others.”

The moment Mao was about to say something, Zhang Yishu turned around again, looked at the inner quarters, and stabbed him in the heart like a dagger.

“Do you feel resentful that you were hit by the bloodless one?”

“… … !”

Mao’s eyes widened. Then Zhang Yishu’s questions continued without pause.

“Do you want revenge?”

Revenge… you want to get it?

Mao mumbled for a long time, his mouth wide open in thought.

What is this feeling right now?

To be honest, I was just happy the day I got hit. I think I consoled myself with the thought that I had persevered and not given in to that crazy dog.

But after I returned from breakfast, something felt strange.

I felt a strange sense of shame and humiliation whenever I closed my eyes. It grew bigger as the days went by, and now I didn’t even want to sleep.

It certainly was.

“Honestly… … That’s right. No matter how much I think about it, I feel like I have to punch that kid in the face.”

“Why? Because you hate the other person so much?”

“No. He’s mad at me.”

Hmm? As Zhang Yishu tilted his head, Mao began to pour out his heart in a rambling manner.

“I used to think that kid was always covered in fog. You know, that feeling. It’s like no matter how much I wave my hand, I can’t reach him. It’s like I’ll lose no matter how hard I attack. That’s why I never thought about winning. But it’s weird. Right now, I really don’t want to lose. I really want to win. Jang-seo. Am I weird?”

No… … . That’s very, very normal. And that’s a very good idea.

Jang-seo spoke softly, hiding his joy.

“We call that competitive spirit.”

“Cheering spirit?”

“The desire to win. The delusion that if you just try a little harder, you can win. Chil-gong-ja has finally obtained the first impulse to become stronger.”

“The will to become stronger… … .”

A martial artist is someone who must train throughout their life. Jang Yi-seo thought that there were four essential qualities that a martial artist could never forget.

First is the competitive spirit of wanting to win.

Second, patience to endure hardship.

Third is self-esteem and believing in yourself.

Fourth, the unwavering determination to achieve the goal.

I believed that, regardless of good or evil, without this mindset, one could never achieve anything beyond a certain level.

why?

Because you will continue to question the practice you are doing.

Because every time you do that, you will become lazy and weak.

And Mao was not a martial artist, so he didn’t have much opportunity to have such feelings. So every time he practiced, he had to try hard to find a reason.

To open the door. And to live.

‘But it was after I successfully blocked the wind of the Heavenly Horse that I first developed a sense of pride.’

Even though he was able to block Cheonma, he was beaten to death by Myshin, who was worse than the dirt on his toenails. And to top it all off, he was beaten to death by the bastard who killed his friends.

Mao felt resentful there.

And this became a telephone restoration.

“Do you want to defeat the Bloodless One?”

Mao nodded without hesitation to Zhang Yishu’s question.

“Oh. Enthusiastically.”

“Okay. I’ll make that wish come true.”

“Really?”

“The showdown will be in a couple of months. It will be a grand showdown in Maga.”

“Wait a minute. Isn’t that too sudden?”

“I have already reached an agreement with Myshin.”

“Suddenly?! When on earth?! I just decided?!”

The day you were beaten to death and passed out.

“What is this? Am I the only one who finds this weird?”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. What’s important is the will to win. In that sense, the training will be very harsh.”

Ha. Mao nodded with a dazed expression. Then, his eyes gradually brightened and he clenched his fists.

“Okay. I’ll do anything to win! Woohoohoo!”

As expected from Mao. I like how simple his thoughts are.

So now all that remains is a winning strategy.

Jang-seo narrowed his eyes and became lost in thought.

The way for a martial artist to become stronger is very simple.

Learning martial arts.

And here again it is largely divided into two.

The mental method that strengthens the bet that becomes the driving force and the physical method that implements it.

‘And most people end up frustrated in the method of heart that requires innate talent and the luck of fate. But Mao… … .’

“Come on, world! I am the genius Mao! Woohoohoohoo!”

Swaaaaaa! Even though it’s just a smile, it has such great power that it can spread its wings all the way to the bamboo forest.

If you look at just the internal energy, it’s already at the peak of its potential.

so…….

‘That means I just need to learn martial arts that match my extreme power. And that… …I already have it.’

Jang-seo untied a broad-bladed sword from his back. It had a black iron sheath wrapped in red cloth.

“Huh? Wait… … That’s… … ?”

And only then did Mao see this and mutter with narrowed eyes. Because it looked so familiar.

The eyes that had been filled with suspicion finally turned into a shout of joy the moment Jang Seo pulled it out.

“Changryongdo-!”

A famous sword with a flying dragon engraved on a wide gray surface.

It was the sacred object that had been bestowed upon him by the cult leader and had been sealed away.

And this was the only way Mao could become strong like a storm in a short period of time, and the reason he had boasted to Maishin.

‘Cheonma taught his children martial arts that would allow them to rule the world if they opened the gates of Cheonmajeon. To Muhanseong, he gave them the Fist of the Overlord. To Sahaeryung, he gave them the Illusionary Step. The details of the others are not known, but it is certain that they have entered the closed palace.’

But what that Heavenly Demon gave Mao was only one thing.

It was the divine water dragon sword that was given to me when I first became a disciple.

And when Mao swung it without knowing it… … .

‘Come on, Jang-seo! Save me!’

He displayed unimaginable sword skills, as if he were possessed by a swordsman who could control fire. And it was clear that this was due to the cruelty of the previous person embedded in the sword.

Although we haven’t figured out who Jeon In is, it’s clear that he was a great master.

In other words, it means that some of his martial arts skills are contained therein.