Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 196



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 196

The night of the week (2)

A pavilion given by Nanju Buntaju.

Ilmok was sitting there cross-legged, looking down at the thousand-year-old Hasuo.

‘I was sad that I couldn’t achieve enlightenment even after fighting a life-or-death battle, but who would have thought that an elixir would pop out from here?’

I thought that maybe Nancheonhoeju had bought it to eat.

Even though Muin had been so lazy that he had gained a lot of weight, his internal energy was incredible.

‘You don’t want to practice, but since you have money thanks to the orchid, you wanted to solve it by taking some medicine.’

Or, on the contrary, it could be that he became even lazier because he had been consistently taking the elixir from the Black Market.

“You envious kid… .”

I could not help but shiver with envy as I pictured the lazy Nancheonhoeju who had been living for ten years.

However, in the end, it was because of that bastard’s laziness and wickedness that the elixir returned to Ilmok, and this was also truly a blessing.

‘This is also the grace of the Heavenly Demon… No. What am I thinking right now?’

Ichimoku, whose mind was suddenly filled with a strange thought, quickly shook his head.

‘That was a close call.’

As I was leading a pseudo-evangelism, there was a moment when I almost fell for the doctrine without realizing it.

“Phew.”

After taking deep breaths to calm his mind, Ichimoku closed his eyes and raised his spirits.

Centered around the main hall where the Buddha was sitting cross-legged, I could feel one person standing guard in each of the four directions.

It was also a way to prevent outside access, and in case something unexpected happened, it was also a way to protect against the Ichimoku going out of control.

After taking stock of the surroundings, Ichimoku put the thousand-year-old sewer in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it.

Thanks to the spiritual energy that had been attached to the thousand-year-old Hasuo, the presence of Hasuo passing through the esophagus and heading towards the stomach was felt.

“Swoop. Phew.”

Ilmok used the energy of his danjeon while taking deep breaths.

The energy that comes out from the dantian leads the clear energy from the Thousand Years Hasuo and runs through the blood vessels of the whole body, and in the process, the energy of the Thousand Years Hasuo naturally changes and begins to take on the same color as that of the Talhonmujeonggeom.

Even as the initially absorbed energy circulated through the blood vessels, new energy continuously emerged from Hasuo, and the energy in Ichimoku’s dantian went out to meet him again, further guiding Hasuo’s energy.

And when all of Hasuo’s energy was dyed with magic.

“Swoop. Phew.”

Ichimoku felt a slight tension and concentrated more.

‘From now on, it’s real.’

Absorbing the elixir wasn’t entirely safe.

Just as doping in modern times can lead to death or serious side effects, taking elixirs is just as dangerous.

Ilmok began to guide the energy that was running through the blood vessels of his entire body and gather it back into his danjeon.

But at some point, even though I hadn’t yet absorbed all the energy circulating in my blood vessels, my danjeon was filled.

Because the energy had increased due to absorbing the sewage, it was difficult to accommodate it in the current danjeon.

“Swoop. Phew.”

That is why Ilmok carefully divided each strand, as if packing a load into a small gap, and built up the energy of the blood vessels into the dantian.

Naturally, while feeling a slight pain in the lower abdomen that had reached its limit, the size of the lower abdomen gradually increased.

People often talk about the amount of internal energy stored in the danjeon as half a year or a year.

However, this expression was very misleading.

If a warrior who has trained for over ten years and has accumulated half a generation of internal energy uses all of his internal energy in a life-or-death fight.

Should the warrior use the same amount of internal energy as he had practiced throughout his life to collect half a generation again?

Of course that wasn’t the case.

Normally, if you were to recover the internal energy consumed in battle, it would take an hour at the fastest and a day at the longest to recover.

In other words, the standard for the amount of half a cup or a whole cup that people talk about refers to the size of the danjeon rather than the internal energy in the danjeon.

The maximum amount of internal energy that the danjeon can hold.

However, it was not the case that it took a long time to recover internal energy just because the danjeon was large.

As the danjeon grew larger, the suction power to suck in energy when the danjeon was empty also became stronger, and the blood vessels trained while growing the danjeon were also able to operate a much larger amount of energy.

And now, Ichimoku was using the energy of the elixir to increase the size of his danjeon.

Even while sweating coldly.

‘Fucking magic.’

It was one of the few drawbacks of the fraudulent magic that boasted an incredible growth rate.

Unlike the pure and gentle Buddhist and Taoist methods, the magic energy of the demonic spirits was extremely violent.

It was a problem even in normal times, but now that the size of the danjeon was increasing, if the magic energy in the danjeon had a seizure, it would lead directly to possession by fire.

In the early stages of initiation, the amount of magical energy was not much, and the dantian was not particularly expanded, so it didn’t really matter.

After the size of the danjeon had expanded to a certain extent and the amount of magic energy had increased, the task of increasing the size of the danjeon was no different from walking on thin ice.

The reason why the achievement of magic skills stops after a certain level was also largely related to this.

Even without that, I was suffering from mental illness due to the side effects. It was common for me to fall into a state of possession while doing such dangerous work.

‘It can’t be like the Magic Hall.’

If it weren’t for the guardian deity of Ilmok, Yeom Ga-hui, who always protected him like a nanny, he would have either become possessed by demons or gone mad long ago.

And thanks to that experience, Ichimoku was quite accustomed to controlling his magic and growing his danjeon.

The first step was to guide the energy that flowed like a river through the blood vessels and towards the dantian.

Since my danjeon was already full, I had to be careful to grow it little by little. Even though I would have been directly affected by the possession of a fire demon if I had forced myself to put in a large amount of internal energy here.

But strangely enough, the energy heading towards the danjeon began to surround the outside of the danjeon rather than heading inside it.

As I thrust a tiny bit of magical energy into my already full danjeon, my danjeon began to shake as if it was having a seizure.

At that moment, Ichimoku used the energy surrounding his danjeon to alleviate the shock that had occurred in his danjeon.

The end of the Magic Hall. If you only drink the Unki breakfast, you will fall into the state of possession of the spirit. You can say that it is a skill that you discovered by racking your brain under the influence of evil.

It was a method created by taking inspiration from memories of wrapping fragile items in cushioning paper when packing them as Seo Ji-hoon.

How long did it take to use my internal energy while maintaining sharp focus and controlling the side effects of the magic that was always waiting for an opportunity?

“Phew.”

Ilmok, who had been absorbed in the mind’s practice, forgetting even the passing of time, opened his eyes with a deep breath.

For a moment, an intense glare emanated from Ichimoku’s eyes, but as soon as the energy dissipated, it returned to its characteristically indifferent gaze.

“About twenty years of experience, I guess.”

This was the result of absorbing every last bit of Hasuo’s energy.

Ichimoku, who had focused solely on internal and external training during the latter half of his time at the Magic Academy, was able to form a danjeon the size of a little over a year by the time he graduated from the Magic Academy.

And thanks to the twenty years of additional energy I put in today, my danjeon has now grown to about a year and a half.

Considering that it had only been a little over three years since he began learning martial arts, his growth rate was ridiculous.

This is because the magician naturally grows quickly, but it would have been impossible without the Bombardier Group and the Millennium Hasuo.

In the case of the Bombardiers, most of the energy absorbed by the Balmosa Wash was almost non-existent, but since the blood vessels were expanded and purified at that time, the amount of internal energy absorbed each time the mind method was used increased significantly, and over the next two years or so, they were able to accumulate more energy than the energy consumed by the Balmosa Wash.

But despite the absurd results, Ichimoku’s expression was not very bright.

“Ugh. It’s too bad, but there’s nothing I can do.”

Sadly, this time again there was no elevation or enlightenment.

However, thanks to my internal energy, I could say that the burden of unfolding the sword was significantly reduced.

When Ilmok confirmed his accomplishment and left the temple, the guardians of the law welcomed him.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Congratulations on your achievement.”

Ilmok nodded and asked.

“You’ve worked hard to protect the law. But how many hours have passed since I entered the Unki breakfast?”

“About four hours have passed, Your Majesty.”

At Jin Ha-yeon’s answer, Ilmok almost burst out laughing.

‘If this is what happens to a thousand-year-old sewage sludge that has been made with twenty years of effort, if you eat things like public oil or ten thousand-year-old ginseng, you would have to stay up all night or die from alcoholism.’

It seems that the saying, “too much of anything is as bad as too little” exists for a reason. In particular, those who have mastered magic need to be careful when consuming elixirs.

“And there was a message from the Buntaju. It was said that a list of all the Juruna Changgwan managed by the Nancheonhoe was compiled.”

“Since Confucius must have wasted his energy absorbing the elixir, we will take care of getting there.”

The corners of Ilmok’s mouth almost went up at Jin Ha-yeon and Dam-bin’s words.

‘Ugh. I’m glad I came to Jungwon.’

A subordinate who volunteers to take on the task. How wonderful.

Ichimoku, who had at least a modicum of conscience, blurted out words he didn’t mean.

“You must have had a hard time protecting the law. How about taking a break and going out?”

“You don’t have to worry, we’ll take turns resting and guarding the dharma.”

At Dam-bin’s sincere answer, this time he couldn’t hold back even a glance and smiled brightly.

* * *

Nanju’s red-light district had a somewhat chaotic atmosphere.

This was because rumors of a bloody incident that had occurred in a large manor not far from the red-light district had spread.

Since Nancheonhoe, which could be called the master of the red-light district, collapsed, it was only natural that a chaotic atmosphere would arise.

But the detailed atmosphere was subtly different in each room.

There were some who trembled in fear and watched closely, and there were also some who tried to become independent by taking advantage of the collapse of the Nancheonhoe.

In the depths of one of those towers, [Jinhongru], the Jinhongru master was frowning and deep in thought.

“Your Majesty, now is your chance.”

At the words of his confidant and the general in charge of guarding Jinhongru, Jinhongruju shook his head.

“We don’t know the identity of those who attacked Nancheonhoe, nor their purpose. It would be dangerous to move recklessly.”

“The Taecheongru has already started moving. If we wait like this, we might end up paying them a bribe.”

“Then what are you going to do when those who attacked Nancheonhoe come back?”

“Hasn’t it been quiet for half a day already? The master of the Jeongpa who passed by last night must have been enraged by the actions of those wicked men and killed them before leaving.”

“I know what you are worried about. But things in this world don’t always go so smoothly.”

“I like your carefulness.”

In the middle of a heated conversation, Jin Hongruju and Musajang turned their heads at the sound of a woman’s voice suddenly interrupting.

A secluded place where darkness has fallen.

There, a woman appeared, dressed in black nightgown and her face covered by the mask of an angry Four Heavenly King.

visor!

The warrior quickly drew his sword, but Jin Hongruju stretched out her arm to stop him.

Jin Hongruju, who had stopped the warrior, took the lottery ticket and bowed to the intruder, saying:

“The lowly ones see the new heaven of Nanju.”

“!!!”

While the warrior looks surprised, a smile appears on the lips revealed through the woman’s mask.

It was a strange smile. Even though only the eyes and mouth could be seen, there was an inexplicable sexual aura flowing out of it.

“In addition to being cautious, you are also very perceptive.”

The woman said that as if she liked it. Dam-bin gave instructions.

“Call in all the women working here at Jinhongru.”

Although it was natural to ask why, Jin Hongruju turned her gaze to the commander without hesitation.

After a while, the chief returned there, leading the gisaengs working there.

When enough people gathered, Dam-bin opened his mouth.

“From today, Jin Hongru will be operated under the protection of our Mireukmyungyo, and five cents of the profits must be paid as a protection fee.”

At her words, the warrior stopped himself as he was about to shout, ‘What an outrageous proportion!’

‘Wait a minute. Oh pun? Not oh hal?’

Compared to the money previously donated to the Nancheonhoe, it was practically a steal.

However, Dam-bin’s words were not over yet.

“However, from now on, the kisaengs will also have to be paid the exact price for their labor, and anyone who tries to forcefully prevent those who want to work as geishas or quit being kisaengs will be punished by heaven.”

At her unexpected words, the eyes of the gisaengs who had been brought here and were trembling opened wide.

One of the courtesans mustered up her courage and asked Dam-bin.

“Um, what happens to our debt?”

Dam-bin answered that question with a smile.

“Don’t worry. Now, Nancheonhoe has disappeared from this world, and your debts were taken with you by the Nancheonhoe master when he departed for the afterlife.”

It was a tone strangely filled with pride.

The person who ordered this work. He was proud of the eight princes.

‘His appearance of caring for all living beings is truly a model of teaching.’

In fact, Ilmok had been thinking of abolishing the brothels and freeing all the kisaengs. However, after hearing the story of the three women in the Nancheonhoeju Hall, he changed his mind a little.

This was because, in the atmosphere of the time, women who had already been sold as prostitutes knew that if they were sent back to their hometown, they would suffer badly.

So the alternative was to wipe out their debt and give them a choice.

And Ilmok’s instructions did not end with the gisaengs.

“Also, I will return the money that Jinhongruju used to forcibly purchase gisaengs by Nancheonhoe. Don’t feel wronged.”

When the other person brought up the story that she had been too afraid to bring up, Jin Hongru let out a sigh of relief.

“I can only give thanks for the mercy of the new heaven.”

When Jin Hongruju bowed again and said so, Dam Bin nodded and said.

“As I said before, this place will now be operated under the protection of the Maitreya Sect, so you will be required to follow its doctrines from now on. There will be a meeting later, so please make sure to attend.”

“I will obey your orders.”

“In addition, I will entrust Rooju with the management of Taechungru in addition to this place.”

“I am ashamed to say this, but the Lu Zhu there is not one who would listen to me.”

“There is no need to worry about that. The punishment from Maitreya has already fallen on that person.”

A smile appeared on the lips of the masked woman who spoke like that. A smile that smelled of blood.

Jin Hongruju, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat due to the strong smell of blood, quickly lowered her head.

And when I raised my head again, the image of the woman wearing the angry mask was nowhere to be seen.

But the pungent smell of blood still lingered.

‘Tonight. There’s going to be another bloody storm around here.’

Jin Hongruju, who was usually told that she was too cautious, realized that her caution had saved her life.