Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 23. Leaving the Bamboo Forest (1) As

Lee Cheon-sang entered Panmajeong, the surrounding landscape turned into a barren cliff edge.

Gloomy weather. It wasn’t raining, but the sun wasn’t up either. The sky filled with dark clouds was moving at a fairly fast speed.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes, who were sitting in a deserted pavilion and sipping a drink, suddenly lit up.

Flash! Crumbling!

Blue lightning struck all over the dark clouds.

Click.

He put down his glass and looked up at the sky.

What would that absolutely bloody sky look like in the eyes of the Protestant Absolute?

“Sirang (豺狼)?”

What Lee Cheon-sang saw was not the sky.

Beyond the sky, I break through this crazy, realistic fantasy and trace the sky of Gojuklim, one of the three great secret sites of Shingyo.

Deep interest appeared on Lee Cheon-sang’s face.

“Has the Lord of Ancient Bamboo Forest given up his spiritual territory?”

In the history of Shingyo, there have been only a handful of times when Sirang came out of the territory.

In the first place, Sirang was someone who should not have come out. This was because Sirang’s spiritual energy tuning was necessary for the Gojuk Forest to be maintained.

In other words, Gojuklim has maintained its existence to this day, even though it has been exposed to a small number of people. So it’s just an unexpected thing and it’s not a big problem.

What I’m curious about is this.

‘why?’

Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes.

After a while.

‘I don’t know why.’

Among the three great secret powers, only Panmajeong was under his will.

The same was true for past religious leaders. If I had not proudly reached the level of being called a Heavenly Demon, I would not have been able to get a glimpse of the situation in Gojuklim.

Of course, even if you have reached this level, it is absurd to know what happened in such a distant area.

The reason why he and the past Heavenly Demons were able to get a glimpse of the two secretaries besides Pan Ma-jeong.

My heart is pounding.

Lee Cheon-sang put his hand to his chest.

The Yujin diagram engraved on the powerfully beating heart changed the formation of Panmajeong at will.

‘It’s always mysterious.’

The formation unfolded in Panmajeong and the remaining part of the area was a fake based on the formation formed by Gojuklim. So, you can only peek into the gaps, but you cannot see the whole thing.

He placed his hand on his chest and listened to the heartbeat, then held the bottle again.

Grumble.

A glass that fills slowly.

Lee Cheon-sang’s face became indifferent again.

“Is it the third?”

third.

Officially the third and unofficially the fourth student with a lot of energy.

I received it thinking it was an Imoogi, but it degenerated into a snake worse than a viper due to the tainted power it had.

However, after miraculously surviving the poisonous spell, his eyes changed.

More precisely….

‘I feel like I’ve become a different person.’

Although they are the same disciple, they are also not the same disciple.

There is no need for rumors or testimonies to identify a person. All you have to do is look into the person’s eyes.

‘It was a good idea to call it Panmajeong.’

There was one reason why the third child was called Panmajeong. Because he hoped his eyes were wrong.

As a child, the third child reminded me of my past.

This guy looks so much like himself when he was young. They were incredibly similar, not only in their behavior but also in their way of solving problems of thought and desire.

That was the reason why I was particularly disappointed by the deterioration of the third of my disciples. It is assumed that the transformation of the disciple who most closely resembles oneself could become one of one’s numerous futures. He couldn’t tolerate that.

So I hoped. I hope my eyes are wrong.

And the third child surprisingly listened to his simple wish.

To be exact, I only listened to half of it. It wasn’t the disappointing student he saw, but it wasn’t the student from the past who looked like him either.

‘It’s death…’

Lee Cheon-sang emptied his glass.

‘I guess I’ve been to the afterlife.’

He appeared a little servile and sometimes said surprisingly kind words, but in the end, this was his true nature.

Death.

He had an explosive killing intent hidden deep in his heart that seemed like he could kill anyone in the world if he wanted to.

Eight months passed after sending such a disciple to Gojuklim.

The disciple is still alive and has not yet learned the magic techniques he taught.

Even Sirang left the territory. The timing was too appropriate to be a coincidence.

‘Did Sirang see something in the third child?’

Grumble.

The cup is filled once again.

There was an incredibly deep smile on Lee Cheon-sang’s face as he looked down at the glass of wine.

A smile of pure joy. However, deep blood, utter destruction, and unfathomable death lurked within that smile.

“I hope this is a good sign.”

Sirang (豺狼).

Unlike the precious objects that someone in ancient times who created Gojuk Forest realized his imagination into reality, Sirang is a true spirit object that lived and died repeatedly on its own.

When it sheds its old body and returns to being a baby again, it absorbs all the vital energy around it. Thanks to this, it has earned the stigma of being one of the greatest monsters in the world.

However, there was a real reason why Sirang was criticized as a monster.

When Sirang appears, war breaks out within the country.

The curse of death and the legend of causing war were the reasons why Sirang was treated as the worst disaster on earth.

“…What will happen to our school?”

* * *

“Huh! “Huh!”

Ma Dong-pil reached the point where he could see the entrance to Gojuk Forest and looked back, breathing heavily.

“Confucius!”

Sigh!

Thick blood filled the air.

Pabababak!

Even though he was running forward, Seoryang’s sword cutting, cutting down all the flying lords, was truly a state of art.

Kwasik!

He shattered the bamboo with a single kick and caught the falling tree with his hand.

Damn it!!

The thick bamboo split into dozens of pieces with just the force of one’s grip.

Seoyang took a big step forward.

Quang!

With an exciting advance, the pieces rose into the sky.

Burbubbubbuk!

All those pieces pierced through the torsos of the masters without missing a single one.

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes widened as he witnessed them screaming and falling to the ground.

‘Great cancer technology!’

It was like seeing a red-leafed flower, the pinnacle of cancer technology. I couldn’t believe it when I saw how they managed to put so much effort into all those pieces without wasting a single one.

That wasn’t all.

“Damn it!”

Bye!

The prostitute’s head was blown to pieces.

It was a fangak that spun around in the air and struck like a whip. It was a strategy that even a well-trained general could use, but it was very timely and powerful.

Seoliang took out a piece of paper containing tea leaves from his arms and ripped off the end.

Piiiiing!

Tea leaves flying to the left like a memorization.

That heavy scent stimulated the sense of smell of the prostitutes in front.

The prostitutes hesitated in embarrassment.

A swarm of Nokchok and Seongseong rushed in behind them.

Quad deud deuk!

The bodies of about a dozen prostitutes were blown apart. It was unable to bear the weight of Nokchok’s kicks and the crowd of Seongseong.

Seo-ryang swore.

“You bastards! Have you guys lost your sense of smell?!”

Whoa!

He tried to block the movement by throwing the corpse of the courtesan at Nokchok, but he exploded it with an amazing front kick.

Seoryang was filled with despair as he watched Nokchok calmly commit an atrocity that even the legendary Heavenly Horse could not attempt.

“What a cruel bastard! “Wherever you look, you are a spirit creature!”

Oh, they call it precious.

“I know? “You guys are the ones I chewed, opened, tasted, and enjoyed!”

Faaagh!

At that moment, Maenggeuk rushed through the space between Nokchok and Nokchok. The fangs that reached down to the bottom of the jaw and the sharp claws looked strong, as if they could tear off an iron plate.

Xu Liang’s eyes wavered.

Even if you catch it, I don’t think you’ll be able to eat it.

Wow!

‘Ugh!’

With one swipe of the front foot, three sheets flew backwards.

It feels like all the joints in my body are creaking. My thigh muscles throbbed as if they were torn, and my vision wavered slightly. The cover was torn and blood was seeping out.

Xu Liang was dumbfounded.

‘What’s so strong?’

If I hadn’t instinctively raised my knife to block, this blow would have torn off my upper body.

In fact, only a little blood is bleeding from Maeng Geuk’s front foot, which was cut by the blade. It was a sword loaded with demonic energy, but that was all it hurt.

“You big cat!”

Phew!

Astonishment appeared on Ma Dong-pil’s face.

In a situation where increasing the distance was not enough, Confucius jumped into the arms of Mangeuk. He admired his tireless stamina and was surprised by the situation that suddenly occurred.

“Confucius!”

Yikes!

Xu Liang’s back was stained with blood after being grazed by Meng Geuk’s claws.

Sparks flew from Seo-ryang’s eyes. There are no bones hurt, so that’s enough.

‘it’s okay!’

Quang!

With a sudden movement, his left hand struck Meng Geuk’s chest.

Whoa whoa!

Maeng Geuk flew backwards and collided with the rust tip and fell.

It is a martial art of tremendous strength. The sight of a huge leopard that weighed well over 200 pounds falling through the air was truly spectacular.

But Seo-ryang’s expression actually became rotten.

“That crazy guy!”

Crumbling!

A violent act that tore the body of Nokchok as if there was no problem at all.

Blood is flowing from the nose and mouth, and the sight is truly gruesome. The heinous murderous sight in her eyes reminded me of the resentment of my only daughter glaring at the murderer.

Xiliang bit his lip.

‘You’re saying you’re fine even after being hit by a bomb blast?’

Poksangyeong is a type of internal heavy hand technique and was a world-class handcraft that maximized the techniques of dark sutra.

It may be said that it is a magic technique that protects even the internal organs, but it is an instant death technique that kills with just one hit.

Even if it is a valuable item, it cannot possibly be capable of protecting its organs. A single blow from the Nokchokdo Poksangyeong, which I had hacked to pieces, ruptured my heartstrings, and I left for the Hwangcheon Road.

At that moment, Seoryang realized the reason.

‘Damn it’s because of Yeongjuk.’

The spiritual energy of the Youngjuk that I drank hastily has not been replaced with demonic energy yet. Pure, unsubstituted spiritual energy lowers the power of demonic energy and makes its concentration lighter.

‘There’s nothing I can do right now. ‘We have to find another way.’

The sword doesn’t work and the multiplication method doesn’t work either. Of course, I won’t faint overnight.

then?

“Ugh! “This is a fucking scam!”

Fuuuuuuu!

Seoliang ran towards Ma Dong-pil.

“Dongpil! run!”

“Yes yes!”

Ma Dong-pil ran quickly. He seems to have regained his breath in just that moment and uses a powerful new technique.

Crumbling!

The earth rang.

With Maenggeuk at the head, the one remaining Nokchok and dozens of Seongseong rushed out. Another week flew in the distant sky.

“Gasp!”

Seo-ryang’s breathing also became slightly rougher.

He was the one who poured out explosive killings mixed with arrogant and profanity. Although he had become extremely disciplined thanks to reiki, it was not something that could be endured after only eight months of training.

When you see him running side by side with Ma Dong-pil with that kind of body, he can be said to be the best of his time in terms of stamina and magic.

Xu Liang’s eyes lit up.

“They’re all here!”

The entrance to Gojuk Forest.

This is an area where the concentration of reiki is noticeably weakened. Even if just one person falls from the bamboo forest, they will lose their breath.

It was then.

Faaagh!

Xu Liang’s eyes wavered.

The bamboo trees on the left and right near the entrance were withered. The bamboo, which had been soaked with moisture and rotted away, was shaking precariously as if it would break at any moment.

‘Shit!’

He put his hand on Ma Dong-pil’s back.

Ma Dong-pil had a look of puzzlement in his eyes.

‘Confucius?’

Seo-ryang took a short breath.

“Sigh!”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Ma Dong-pil’s speed became twice as fast. He didn’t have the energy to throw out the wind, so he threw it directly.

Ma Dong-pil passed through the entrance in an instant.

At the same time, five or six snakes jumped at Xu Liang from left and right.

Paaaaaaaa!

Although the movement speed was slow, the hunting speed was three times faster than the running speed of the fierce beast.

“Confucius!”

“This is a mess!!”

A moment of desperation, as if the molars of the metaphors were about to sink into Seoryang’s torso at any moment.

Faaagh!

Xiliang’s body rotated, creating a red-hot gust of wind.