Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 305



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 305

Meadow (5)

Junghyun takes a deep breath and calms his face, which is red as if it’s going to burst.

The group, traveling by horse or carriage, arrived at the vicinity of Ilmok a little late.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s not me, it’s them who are the problem.”

When Ilmok turned his head and looked to the side, he saw some of the nomads approaching them.

Among them, a nomad who looked quite old spoke first.

“Thank you for saving me.”

When Ohallak interpreted the old man’s words, Ilmok answered.

“I was worried that we might have interfered unnecessarily, but were you perhaps hunting that spirit?”

The old man shook his head at Ichimoku’s question.

“How could we possibly hunt such a spirit? It seems to be the master of Mount Kangai, as I heard through rumors, but we were also in a difficult situation when the spirit suddenly attacked us.”

At first glance, I had a feeling that things would work out easier than I thought.

‘There’s no need to go through the hassle of arguing over ownership.’

When Ilmok discovered the spirit, the first thing that came to mind was its horns.

If only I had those horns, it would be a lot easier to carry out the stopgap measure I had in mind for Jeong-Hyeon.

However, it is ridiculous to hunt a spirit and take only its horns while giving up its insides.

I was wondering how to negotiate, but given the current atmosphere, it didn’t seem like negotiation was necessary.

“If you do, we will take care of that spirit. Oh. Now that I think about it, it seems like there are people injured by that spirit, but we have excellent doctors on our side, so we will help treat them.”

“Hahaha. I’m grateful that you helped me, but you’re even offering to treat me. I don’t know how I can repay your kindness.”

As the old man responded with a soft smile, Ilmok turned his head and looked at Seo Jae-pil.

“Hahaha. Trust me and leave it to me, Incarnation.”

Seo Jae-pil, who answered like that to the masked man, went to the village first with the doctors to collect the medicine.

Ilmok and the rest of the group also headed to the village with an old man who appeared to be the chief.

Some of the unmanned people followed behind, carrying the spirit’s corpse.

After arriving at the village, Ilmok gave instructions to the men.

“I’ll check to see if it’s poisonous, and if it is, I’ll use the meat for food later. Just take care of the horns, tendons, and entrails.”

“I will follow your orders!”

The Shinkyo’s warriors responded with a very devout voice, perhaps because they had just witnessed the martial arts of Ilmok.

While he was giving instructions to the soldiers, Seo Jae-pil was already examining the wounded with the members of the National Assembly.

Muin, Jin Ha-yeon, Joo Seo-yeon, and Jeong Hyeon were helping the doctors treat the patients, and the nomads were also helping them.

Ilmok approached the old man who was watching the doctors treating him.

“Excuse me, are you by any chance a member of the Jarchigod tribe?”

As Ohalak interpreted Ilmok’s words, the old man looked at Ilmok with a slightly wary expression.

“You are the Jarchigod tribe, yes, but did you come looking for us on purpose?”

“I’m sorry to startle you. Actually, I came here because I heard rumors about a body thief. I think I might know who that villain is.”

“Is that true!?”

The eyes of the old man, who showed a startled reaction, were filled with a variety of emotions swirling around.

The most prominent emotion was regret.

How did they, who once commanded the northern grasslands, end up being pushed to a place like this?

It was partly because of the death of the Khagan known as Batar, but a bigger problem was the disappearance of his body.

This led to a feud with the Merkit tribe, and many of their capable warriors were killed.

‘If only Khagan had lived, the warriors wouldn’t have been injured like this today.’

The old man, who had no choice but to take on the role of chief because all the capable warriors had died, could only lament the reality of the tribe being almost annihilated by a spirit.

After giving the old man a moment to collect his emotions, Il-mok asked.

“Could you please draw the face of the Kagan whose body you are talking about? If it is the face I know, then it will be clear who the villain is.”

The old man looked puzzled, but soon nodded as if he was grasping at straws.

The old man called in one of the nomads, a woman who was the most skilled painter among the Jarchigod tribe.

Following the old man’s instructions, she drew the Kagan’s face as she remembered it.

After examining the portrait she had drawn, Ilmok nodded.

“I see, that’s what it was.”

It was very similar to the face of the zombie I saw during the bloodshed at Cheonmabidong in Sacheon.

Ichimoku opened his mouth to face the old man who was looking at him with an expression of mixed doubt, anticipation, and anxiety.

“Recently, there is a group of evil people called the Blood Cult that has been active in the Central Plains to the south.”

Ilmok told him about the evil deeds that the Blood Cult had committed in the Central Plains and the zombies that had appeared in Cheonmabi-dong.

The old man, who had been making a face of doubt ever since he heard the word “jiangshi,” shook his head and staggered at Ichimoku’s last words.

“And the face of that zombie is very similar to the face in this portrait.”

“This can’t be happening….”

Ichimoku quickly reached out and supported the old man who was about to fall.

The old man had a hard time coming to his senses when he heard the news that their great chieftain had not only disappeared but had also been turned into a zombie by a group of evil people.

The old man, who had been suffering from dizziness for a moment, barely came to his senses and looked up at the masked man who was supporting him.

“Who are you that you know so well about that place called Blood Cult?”

“We are the Maitreya Sect, and I am the incarnation of Maitreya. We also know this because we have been involved with those evil blood cult members in the Central Plains several times.”

“The Maitreya Bridge… .”

The old man muttered the name several times as if trying to remember it.

As if trying to reassure the old man, Ilmok added:

“The Blood Sect has now become the enemy of the Central Plains. Not only our Maitreya Sect, but the entire Central Plains is desperate to catch them, so Khagan’s revenge will soon be realized.”

In the Central Plains, the reality was that they were fighting for power using their blood ties as an excuse, but Ilmok spoke positively for the time being.

“… That’s fortunate. If anything, we would like to join in on the war.”

“Don’t worry. We, the Maitreya Buddha, will punish them on your behalf.”

Ilmok said very confidently.

It was Ilmok and Mireukmyungyo who instigated the fight between the Blood Sect and the Jeongpa forces.

So, if the Jeongpa defeats the Blood Sect, wouldn’t that ultimately be the work of the Maitreya Sect?

“You seem very surprised, so I think it would be better for you to go in and rest for a while.”

“Thank you very much.”

The old man, who bowed his head to Ilmok and greeted him, eventually went into Pao to rest.

Since then, people from the Cheonmasingyo sect, led by Seo Jae-pil, have been taking care of the injured for a long time.

After completing various treatments, such as applying medicine to injured areas or setting broken bones, Seo Jae-pil sighed pleasantly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.

“Phew.”

When the nomads kept expressing their gratitude for their hard work, Seo Jae-pil smiled and replied.

“Hahaha. We just helped you according to the teachings of the Maitreya Buddhism.”

That smile was starting to resemble something similar to Ichimoku.

At that time, the unmanned personnel who were in charge of the mission of grooming the spirit goat approached Ilmok.

“Incarnation, the horns and tendons you mentioned. And the inner lining.”

As he said this, the warriors knelt on one knee and held out the horns, tendons, and inner lining they had each brought with them in both hands.

‘It’s really big.’

Ilmok, who was looking down at the size of the ignorantly large horn, picked up the horn with his hand and called Jeong-Hyeon over.

“Miss Jeong. Would you like to come and see me for a moment?”

“Oh, I understand, Your Majesty.”

As Jeong-hyeon approached with a puzzled expression, Ilmok placed the horn next to Jeong-hyeon and compared its length.

“???”

While Jeong-hyeon made a puzzled expression, Ilmok nodded on his own.

“It’s fortunate that Lady Jeong is on the tall side for a woman.”

“???????”

“You should keep these horns and tendons, Lady Jeong. You will need to take care of them after you return to Nanju.”

Ilmok, who had handed the horn and tendon to Jeong-hyeon, who had a puzzled expression, then took care of the inner part of the mountain goat.

“Hmm.”

Ilmok, who was pondering for a moment what to do about this, soon called Jin Ha-yeon and Joo Seo-yeon together.

“I think it would be good for the three of us to divide this dish into thirds and share it.”

“This is the inner part of the spirit that Confucius has caught, so it seems right for Confucius to consume it.”

When Jin Ha-yeon said that without any hesitation, Ilmok shook his head.

In fact, Ichimoku’s internal energy was lacking compared to his realm.

Internal energy is usually proportional to the period of time spent learning martial arts, but Ichimoku’s internal energy grew incredibly quickly compared to the period of time he spent learning martial arts.

The fact that he initially absorbed the Bokma Group and received a bee slaughter from Cheonma. In addition, the martial arts that he learned from the thousand-year-old Hasuo and Ilmok after dealing with and eating the Nancheonhoe are fast-growing magic arts, so they are less noticeable.

In that sense, consuming the inner parts of a mountain goat at once was not a bad choice.

but.

‘My internal energy has increased considerably since I underwent a complete transformation. Besides, even if it’s not an elixir, I think I can find a way to increase my internal energy if I do it right.’

A little while ago.

When the goat’s head was pierced with the Sword of Ascension, Ichimoku was able to catch a glimpse of a possibility.

Although, it required a little more verification.

“I don’t lack any internal energy right now, so I think it would be better if the three of us shared it. The three of you are my concubines and bodyguards, so wouldn’t it be good for me if your internal energy increased?”

At the end of the poem, the three women looked at each other, wondering what to do.

“Confucius.”

Jeong-hyeon, who stuttered less than usual, quickly turned his head and looked around.

Ichimoku also seemed to have noticed something and turned his head to follow her.

Beyond the empty field of vision, a hundred men who looked as if they were lightly crossed were forming a circle and approaching them as if they were surrounding them.

While the soldiers and the civilians prepared for battle, the nomads, including the adult males who were still in good health, began to take up their weapons one by one.

“You take the patients and their families into Pao and protect them.”

Although Ohalak interpreted Ilmok’s instructions, they hesitated and looked clearly troubled.

“Is this incarnation’s power still lacking?”

When Ilmok asked again, the nomads remembered the masked man killing a mountain goat just a moment ago.

“Go, thank you.”

After expressing their gratitude to Ilmok, they took care of the families and the injured and entered Pao.

Meanwhile, the nomads who had surrounded them in a circle came closer, and one of them rode his horse forward and let out a shout full of inner energy.

“Did you think you could get away with stealing the game of our great Mango tribe!!”

When Ilmok looked at Ohalak, Ohalak interpreted what he was saying.

“Prey?”

Ichimoku, who had a puzzled expression, soon understood what was being said and laughed in vain.

‘Those guys who don’t even show their noses when killing spirits, how absurd.’

At that moment, the man who stepped forward shouted again, as if he had seen the sword in Ichimoku’s hand.

“If you give me the spirit of the mountain, I will spare your life!”

The smile on Ichimoku’s lips twisted as he continued to threaten her.

From laughter to cynicism.

Wherever you go in the world, there are bound to be black people and Muslims.

‘It’s a good thing I didn’t take off my mask yet.’

The only thing that the Maitreya Buddhism could give to such people was divine punishment.