Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 164



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 164

God is great (1)

As time passed, I also gradually adapted to the changes.

Of course, that means adapting to the schedule, not the actions.

“Now that you seem to have somewhat adapted to the paralyzing poison, let’s try practicing with the new poison.”

Instructor Eun-ryeo recommends a new poison as if it were a given, and the disciples happily accept it.

Even.

“Ugh… keuk…”

Those who failed to detoxify and showed symptoms of paralysis or seizures also often appeared.

After going through that, I saw him drinking poison again the next day, and I started to feel dizzy.

Of course, if other people heard my complaints like this, they would find it ridiculous.

Because I was always the first one to detoxify the poison.

The training started with a small piece of the first Numbipwan, but it gradually grew in size every day, and after a few days, he was eating half a whole Numbipwan.

As the concentration of toxin that needed to be detoxified increased, some officials found it burdensome to detoxify, but I was able to expel the toxin in an instant every time.

In a way, this could also be said to be the greatness of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

‘That thing was inside my body.’

In a situation where I was at my wit’s end, I would do my utmost to drive out the poison.

Anyway, after a few days of training with the paralyzing poison, I drank a new poison.

“Once the poison spreads through the body, it is nearly impossible to deal with it with your own internal energy. However, since it is not a poison that directly threatens life, let’s first experience the characteristics of the poison firsthand, and then learn how to quickly suppress the poison before it spreads.”

When I was practicing San-gong-dok, I had that thought. Since the magical energy of the Tal-han-mu-jeong-geom disappeared, I thought the side effects would also disappear.

The conclusion was quite the opposite.

As if suffering from withdrawal symptoms, the swordsman started to have a seizure when he was unable to control his magic.

In addition, they drank small amounts of serious poisons that could melt the internal organs, skin, and bones, and also tried taking elixirs and the like.

The situation of taking herbal medicine in a group was a bit strange, but nothing like that happened.

“Ugh… .”

If someone gave off an aura that seemed to be under the influence of elixir, Instructor Eun-ryeo would often knock them unconscious.

In addition, I had time to experience various poisons.

I have also experienced things that are absorbed through the skin or through breathing, rather than being ingested.

In an environment that felt like a mad scientist’s biological experiment, Ichimoku seemed to have some idea about the ‘poison’ of this world.

‘It turns out that everything that is harmful to the body is poison.’

Although they were all called poisons, each poison had a different aura.

That is why it must have been Instructor Eun-ryeo who first instructed that students be directly poisoned by the poison.

Various energies entered and exited the body through food or tea. Even through breathing, energies entered and exited in the same way.

Among the countless energies that will enter and exit your body as you live, the key is to detect and push out only the energies that are harmful to your body.

‘On the other hand, if you don’t recognize it as poison, it means you may be exposed to it little by little without knowing it.’

The black bean tea that the three death penalty drank was like that, and the sulfur and mercury that the sorcerers said were good were like that.

If it was blatant and quickly destroying the body, then that would be one thing. If it worked subtly over the years, or if it affected the mind rather than causing direct illness, then it would be hard to regard it as poison.

* * *

While Ilmok spent each day fighting a bloody battle with poison, subtle changes were also occurring in the meditation club.

It was said that the number of practitioners belonging to the meditation club was decreasing little by little every day.

The reason why new practitioners flocked to the meditation club was because of Ilmok.

‘I’m going to become friends with Prince Pal at the club!’

‘I wonder what kind of image the famous Prince Eight will show at the club?’

‘There must be a reason why you joined the meditation club. Perhaps you want to achieve enlightenment through meditation.’

Their illusions as they joined the club with these thoughts in mind were shattered within a few days.

“Drrrrrr.”

Thanks to the sight of Ichimoku sitting cross-legged and falling into a deep sleep whenever club time comes.

At first, everyone turned a blind eye to reality.

‘Hey, are you snoring?’

‘Well, I guess I misheard?’

And then the self-hypnosis continued.

‘Yeah, I heard from my father that when you go on a mission, it’s also important to get plenty of rest when there’s no fighting.’

‘That’s not sleeping! It’s deep meditation, almost like sleeping, trying to achieve enlightenment!’

But self-hypnosis only lasted for a day or two, and I began to realize the truth one by one.

The truth that Confucius, who is called a genius, may actually be an incredibly lazy person.

And around that time, their classmates from other clubs started to seduce them.

“Hahahaha! You should join the physical beauty club too! In martial arts, external skills are also important! As a martial artist of the new religion, shouldn’t you also cultivate your physical body?”

Deung-ak, who caught the eye of Dokgo-pae and joined the body beauty club, also spread the word about the importance of body beauty.

“As a believer of the new religion, the most important thing is doctrine.”

Needless to say, the popularity of the doctrine study club was also great.

“I can personally perform the great deeds of the Heavenly Demon. What a wonderful thing this is!”

Surprisingly, several new members of the theater club also showed interest.

Of course, thanks to the new recruits, there was now a senior guard who would feel out of breath whenever he went to that empty lot.

About twenty days had passed like that.

There were now only five practitioners left in the meditation club.

When Ilmok and Instructor Chuilhwan had not yet arrived, Choi Woong and his friends asked a question to the junior sitting across from them. The only junior still remaining. Towards Cheon Soo-ryong.

“Does your junior have any plans to move to another club?”

“I hate to say this, but we have no choice but to stay.”

“It’s all because of Confucius.”

The three of them couldn’t bring themselves to tell Ichimoku that they would receive mental training the moment they left the group. It was too embarrassing to tell their juniors.

To those three, Cheon Soo-ryong nodded and answered.

“I also stayed because of Confucius Ilmok.”

While all of my classmates realized the truth and left.

“I will definitely fight against Prince Ichimoku once again. That is why I am staying in the club.”

Cheon Soo-ryong’s faith, which was once broken and then stitched up by the ‘truth of the eight Confuciuses’, was strong.

Because the mysterious gold-plating technique that he had shown that day was still lingering in his mind.

A master who uses such great techniques would never be lazy, right?

Even the eight Confuciuses were said to be swordsmen. Considering that a man who mainly trained in swordsmanship would have displayed such a level of golden technique, it is even more absurd.

That was the conclusion of the thousand-headed dragon.

He has reached a point where he cannot see the truth even though it is right in front of him, and he just accepts what he wants to believe.

As is often the case with those who believe in false truths, Cheon Soo-ryong spoke with sparkling eyes.

‘… You want to fight against Prince Ichimoku again?’

‘Even after being treated like that at the military parade?’

The trio looked at Cheon Soo-ryong as if he were a madman.

* * *

To the west, beyond Cheonmandaesan Mountain. The grassland of the region called Sae-oe in the central plains.

There, where what appeared to be nomads were gathered together, a man dismounted from his horse in a hurry and entered the largest tent.

“Your Majesty the Khan!”

The chieftain was praying for the one and only God he believed in. Despite the anxious attitude of his subordinate, Mukhtar Khan calmly finished his bow and rose.

The man, who realized too late that he had interrupted Khan’s important time, knelt on the floor with his face ashen and trembled.

“Get up.”

“Lord, I have committed a sin worthy of death.”

“It is done. If you have come to me for something truly important, wouldn’t God forgive you?”

At Mukhtar Khan’s words, the man swallowed thickly.

If we interpret Khan’s words the other way around, it means that he would kill himself if it was something unimportant.

But even though the man was nervous, he was confident.

Because they were confident that even the Khan and the gods they served would forgive them for this level of information.

“It is said that a change has occurred among the pagan group living in the southeastern mountains.”

“change?”

“The frequency of wandering around the Tian Shan region has decreased considerably, and instead, the majority of pagans are traveling to and from the Xinjiang region.”

“… The border has weakened. If so, have you found out the reason?”

“Yes, Your Majesty! I hear it is because of the last disciple of the Heavenly Horse, whom the pagans worship as a god!”

Mukhtar Khan, who hesitated for a moment at the name Cheonma, asked calmly as if nothing had happened.

“The last disciple of Cheonma? What has he done?”

“It is said that the pagans are pouring all their energy into carrying out the task proposed by the last disciple.”

“Hmm. That last disciple seems to be quite an accomplished man.”

At Mukhtar Khan’s words, a sneer appeared on the lips of his subordinates.

“Because they are foolish pagans. I hear they are just children who have not even completed the pagan educational institutions.”

“Are you talking about that strangely named place called the Magic Hall?”

“Yes. I heard that the reason there has been a change in them recently is because the last disciple preached what he had realized during his first practical training.”

“This is my first internship….”

Mukhtar Khan opened his mouth with a strange expression as he recalled the information he had about the pagan hordes.

“Then how many more times will the last disciple participate in the practice?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Hmm… If a single word of advice from a young disciple moved an entire group of pagans, then the Heavenly Demon’s love for his last disciple must be extreme.”

“What are you talking about? To play around with a young girl who is not even twenty years old? Those pagans are truly foolish.”

While his subordinates were zealously cursing the Heavenly Horse Religion and Heavenly Horse in front of him, Mukhtar Khan was stroking his beard and organizing his thoughts.

And no matter how much I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that there was no opportunity like this.

“Tell the warriors to prepare for a holy war.”

Although Mukhtar Khan named it a holy war, he had no intention of waging war against the entire ‘Cheonma Sect’.

About thirty years ago, when he was just beginning to be recognized as a warrior, he had seen it with his own eyes.

A being worshipped as a god by a group of pagans. The power of the Heavenly Demon.

It was a truly surreal sight.

It wasn’t just that with each light gesture of Cheonma, his father and brothers were torn apart like mosquitoes.

It felt like seeing a god, not a human, because it was a sight of him daring to display powers that were not permitted to humans.

On that day, a divine rest came to the clan of Mukhtar Khan, who had gone into hiding in the Cheonmandae Mountains to plunder.

A fair rest called death.

On that day, while the entire clan was slaughtered, only a handful of people managed to escape and survive.

Mukhtar Khan barely survived, but the events of that day were never erased from his mind.

God is God, but he is a god who leads everyone to death. The presence of the evil god gnawed at his mind. It was as if he was under a curse.

One day, Mukhtar Khan, who was growing thinner day by day because of the curse, had a very special experience.

He was introduced to the doctrines of Western religions, which had begun to spread in the area where he lived several decades ago.

Originally, Mukhtar Khan believed in the god Tengri like other nomads. However, after coming into contact with the doctrine they preached, he was able to free himself from the memory of the evil god. He was freed from the curse.

From that day on, Mukhtar Khan was reborn. He was reborn as a warrior who served a god greater than the evil gods.

As a warrior of the one and only God, Mukhtar Khan continued the holy war at the forefront to spread the word of God.

And now, decades later, he has become the Khan of a tribe as large as the one his father once led.

‘This too is God’s will.’

For those who were prepared, it was definitely God who gave them a chance. A chance for revenge.

Of course, they were not gods, but warriors of God. They could not dare to directly confront the evil god.

That is why the target he was aiming for was not Cheonma.

“Let’s see if tears of blood flow from the eyes of the evil god.”

That day, while his parents and siblings were slaughtered, he ran away to live alone and shed tears of blood, just like he did. He will also make the eyes of the evil spirit shed tears of blood.

Just as he had lost his own family, he killed his youngest and most beloved disciple.

He didn’t care how many tribal warriors died in the process.

Because it was a temple.

The god who sheds tears of blood was not a god, so it was a holy war to prove that the god one believes in is the only god in this world.