Sword God Reborn

Chapter 297 : Good job, Neung-heo

Cheon Mubaeck tore off his tattered upper garment and tied it around his wound. He had bled quite a bit, so he needed to stop the bleeding.

The fight with Cheongwangma had been quite fierce.

"It would have been a headache if it weren't for the fortunate encounter."

He smiled bitterly as he lightly replayed the fight.

The dantianization of the whole body.

Although he had already achieved the unprecedented feat of the coexistence of three dantians, now Cheon Mubaeck had perhaps left another mark in history.

Since ancient times, the lower dantian had been the foundation of internal energy.

As time passed, the concepts of the middle and upper dantians had emerged, and attempts to develop them had begun, but they were only a few.

But not long after Cheon Mubaeck had achieved the great feat of the coexistence of three dantians, he had even created the concept of the dantianization of the whole body.

"To be precise, it's a state of having no dantian."

If you define a dantian simply, without thinking too deeply.

A vessel that contains internal energy.

But now, if you were to say, Cheon Mubaeck had no dantian. There was no way to know where to accumulate external qi.

But when Cheon Mubaeck took a breath.

"..."

All his senses woke up at once. At the same time, he felt them vividly.

His skin, his countless pores and sweat glands. The external qi of the surroundings seeped into his skin, and at the same time, it was emitted through all the pores.

That's right. Cheon Mubaeck's energies were spread throughout his whole body.

The dantianization of the whole body.

Cheon Mubaeck's body itself had turned into a dantian.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly and looked at Cheongwangma's corpse.

Perhaps from Cheongwangma's point of view, it would be unfair.

Because he had been in the lead for a while, and then Cheon Mubaeck had had a fortunate encounter and had reversed the situation.

"Don't feel too unfair. A fortunate encounter is not made by chance, but by necessity."

Perhaps from the moment Cheon Mubaeck had first taken the immortal qi into his body.

The conclusion of now might have been decided.

Therefore, this was not a victory that Cheon Mubaeck had won by getting a fortunate encounter by luck.

"I won because I was strong."

Although it seemed truly arrogant, Cheon Mubaeck did not waver a bit.

Because it was an unmistakable fact, and an immutable truth.

At that moment, Neung-heo's sullen voice pierced Cheon Mubaeck's ear.

"Keung... Don't be so self-absorbed, and please save me. My lord."

When he turned his head, Neung-heo's face was pale. There were no major wounds on the outside. But it was fatal that he had used his internal energy in the Evil Person Sealing Formation, and he could not even move his body.

"You're alive?"

"Well, of course, I'm Neung-heo. The One-Eyed Serpent Neung-heo. Am I going to die from a guy like that?"

"I saw you getting beaten like a dog earlier."

"I was just going easy on him."

"You said you saw the grim reaper?"

"I saw him faintly earlier... Hey, you bastard. You're a purely bad bastard. This son of a dog, son of a cow, son of a pig, son of a sea anemone. Get the hell away from me. Get the hell away before I beat you half to death."

Neung-heo suddenly shouted, looking at Cheon Mubaeck.

Even the great Cheon Mubaeck was momentarily unable to grasp the situation and made a dumbfounded expression.

Neung-heo's face changed to a calm one and he said.

"I just saw the grim reaper next to you, my lord, so I chased him away. Don't misunderstand. I wasn't talking to you, my lord."

"..."

Cheon Mubaeck silently looked at Neung-heo. Neung-heo stealthily lowered his gaze.

"You're not going to just leave your only subordinate, who fought to the death, like this, are you?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"What? Whether to treat me or to just leave me?"

"No, I'm thinking about whether to just finish you off."

Neung-heo prostrated himself. It was truly a quick change of attitude.

"I'm sorry. My lord. I think I went crazy for a moment because the guy's demonic qi penetrated my brain while I was fighting. Please forgive me just this once, and please save me. I feel like my dantian is going to tear."

At the sight of him, who was now beyond calm and was shameless, Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue.

"It won't tear, you bastard. It's tougher than you think."

In any case, Neung-heo was lucky. The Bigwang that Cheon Mubaeck had seen was surely a skilled person. The fact that he was by Cheongwangma's side was proof of that.

To be honest, it was unexpected.

"The fact that he drove the Ghost Demon away was not just because the Ghost Demon was tired."

"Hehehe. I'm the One-Eyed Serpent Neung-heo."

"Yes, you're great."

Cheon Mubaeck broke the Evil Person Sealing Formation in an instant. As he became able to control the senses of his whole body, it was not difficult to find the foundation stones that formed the formation.

"First, do some qi circulation."

"Keung."

Neung-heo closed his eyes and barely managed to sit in a cross-legged position. Soon, heat rose from the top of his head.

How much time had passed? Neung-heo, who had barely managed to control his qi, sighed.

"Is it over now?"

"I've caught Cheongwangma."

"Then what's left?"

"The Heavenly Demon and his lackeys."

"The Heavenly Demon will be taken care of by you, my lord, so I guess I'll have to take care of the lackeys."

"Wow. Now you're volunteering to fight. It's very touching."

"Well, they're just lackeys, aren't they?"

Cheon Mubaeck flinched for a moment and looked at Neung-heo with a strange gaze.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you not know what kind of guys are next to the Heavenly Demon?"

"Well, there must be some pretty strong guys. But since the leaders of each sect were all crushed by your hands, my lord, there won't be any stronger guys, right?"

Neung-heo had gained a lot of confidence. Although he was not skilled enough to defeat a sect leader, he had fought well against Bigwang, who assisted the sect leader.

If it weren't for the Evil Person Sealing Formation, Neung-heo thought that even if he lost, he could have used a move of mutual destruction.

Although there would be lackeys next to the Heavenly Demon, well, there wouldn't be any sect leader-level guys, right?

"There are."

"What?"

"Before he was the Heavenly Demon, he was the leader of the Demon Sect."

The root of the Seven Demonic Sect, the pure demon that had announced the birth of the demonic path.

It was the Demon Sect.

"In a word, they're on a different level."

"Uh... on a different level?"

"The world of the strong is the demonic cult."

"Yes."

"It's a world where all justifications are brushed aside with just one point of being strong. In such a world, until now, the Heavenly Demon has only been produced from the Demon Sect."

"......!"

Only then did Neung-heo's face harden, as he realized what he was saying.

A world of the strong.

Although many demonic people had challenged the position of the Heavenly Demon, they had not been able to overcome the wall of the Demon Sect.

Even a demonic person of a lowly origin like Hyeokryeon Cheongang, who had come into Cheon Mubaeck's hands, was leading a strike force, so the demonic cult was a place that valued 'skill' more than origin.

The fact that the Heavenly Demon had only appeared from the Demon Sect until now in such a demonic cult did not mean that the influence of the Demon Sect was great, but only led to the conclusion that the Demon Sect demonic people were purely strong.

"So do you think his right-hand men are weak?"

"Uh... but they won't be at the sect leader level, right?"

If they weren't at the sect leader level, Neung-heo was quite confident.

Even if he couldn't completely defeat his opponent, he thought he could have a good fight.

Cheon Mubaeck looked at him as if he were pathetic.

"Hey."

"What?"

"Cheongwangma, the Poison Demon, the Blood Buddha, and the Ghost Demon. Why do you think they all fought at the front, sweating profusely, and were all broken by me? Originally, the strongest guy stays in the back and puts on airs, and the ambiguously strong guys fight at the front, don't they?"

"..."

"You don't remember well, do you? The other title of those sect leaders is the demonic cult elder. Elder. But do you think the elders are all just the seven sect leaders? In leading this huge force? Do you know why I snorted at Cheongwangma's last proposal?"

Cheongwangma's last proposal.

That if he chose him, he could lead half of the demonic path and cause a civil war.

Cheon Mubaeck knew well how absurd and ridiculous that was.

"At best, it would be a relief if he could make even 20% his own force."

"Then, what should we do?"

"If that Baek-gi guy comes back, it will be to some extent. While I'm catching the Heavenly Demon, Baek-gi can take care of the rest."

The Sword Venerable was a great comfort. At the very least, he was a skilled person and a top disciple that Cheon Mubaeck could surely trust, and moreover, wasn't he the number one under heaven of the current generation?

"Then what about me?"

"You... hmm. Just find a suitable opponent and fight well. Don't die for no reason. If you die, I can't imagine how Seolyeong will look at me."

"Good grief. I'm quite useful, you know. Don't ignore me."

Neung-heo said so and raised his hand. Then a transparent powder fell. Cheon Mubaeck, who had seen the powder on his palm, let out a hollow laugh.

"Hey, you, that?"

"Hehe. I got it on him when he was running away. Now I can chase him wherever he goes. Because it's the Ten Thousand Li Tracking Scent."

"How did you get that?"

"Don't ignore the power of your escort agency, my lord. It's now a place where all the goods of the Central Plains pass through. I told the Vice-Leader before I went into the fight and brought it."

Cheon Mubaeck shook his head.

The Ten Thousand Li Tracking Scent.

The fact that Neung-heo had taken care of something that he himself had not even thought of was impressive. No, it wasn't just that he had taken care of it, but to think he had sprinkled the tracking scent on Bigwang in a crisis where he could barely move his body and was on the verge of falling into a near-death state.

Although he wondered how he had thought of that, Cheon Mubaeck soon nodded his head.

"You sprinkled it as soon as you knew where he was going?"

"Hehe. When that Cheongwangma guy told him to go to the Heavenly Demon and to deliver the news, my head flashed."

Bigwang was going to the Heavenly Demon. And the tracking scent was sprinkled on Bigwang.

So.

"I know the location of the Heavenly Demon, my lord."

Cheon Mubae_ck nodded and patted Neung-heo's shoulder.

"Good job. Neung-heo."

"Hahaha, thank you."

At the praise that felt sincere, Neung-heo burst into a loud laugh without realizing it and bowed his waist.

Then, he suddenly made a reluctant expression at a strange feeling.

'I'm not a three-year-old child. To think I'm so happy about a word of praise from that guy...'

He felt a strange emotion at his own situation.

"Good work. Since I know where he is. Now I have the advantage."

"What?"

"Since Baek-gi is in the Great Desert, I just have to catch the Heavenly Demon before him, right? That Baek-gi guy will be jumping up and down, but what can I do?"

Saying so, Cheon Mubaeck smiled as if he were amused.

"The one who catches him first is the owner."

He couldn't just give away a delicious prey.

* * *

Yoo Baek-gi found it hard to hide his embarrassment.

He had lived through all sorts of hardships. And above all, he had stayed by the side of a truly eccentric master, so Yoo Baek-gi did not waver no matter what happened.

Even when he was fighting a chase with the demonic path in the foreign lands alone, he was steadfast.

But now, Yoo Baek-gi felt a little embarrassed.

"It is impossible. Unless it is him, we will not step forward."

Although it was an awkward Central Plains language, it was not difficult to understand. It was a relief compared to thinking that the other party was not a Central Plains person and that they would not be able to communicate.

But the content of the conversation was not positive.

"My master is the Azure Sky Sword God. I am his direct disciple, and I have come to ask you according to his order. My master said to follow the ancient oath."

"I know. I know you are the disciple of the last Tengri. But the last Tengri has long gone back to the sky. The news that a new Tengri has broken the egg and has returned with an immortal body has not been transmitted to us."

Yoo Baek-gi bit his lip.

Tengri.

Their faith, their sky, and their heavenly god.

"If the immortal, eternal Tengri who comes to the world in a new human form every time he sheds his skin seeks us, we will of course run. Even if it is the end of the world. But, it is hard to believe that you have come to us according to the order of a new Tengri."

"I told you. I am his disciple, and he strongly wants you. I also showed you the token he sent, didn't I?"

"..."

Only then did the man with the turban fall silent.

If it weren't for the token that Cheon Mubaeck had sent, he would not have been able to even sit face to face and talk like this in the first place.

Because the other party was a person of the Great Desert, and was an existence that lived under their own sky in the Great Desert, not the Central Plains martial world.

How much time had passed?

The man nodded his head.

"I understand. Then I will take the greatest warriors and follow you."

"Really?"

"However, we will confirm for ourselves whether the one who gave you the order is the new Tengri. If it is not the Tengri..."

In an instant, the surrounding air became heavy as if it were being pressed down. Yoo Baek-gi felt admiration and frustration.

The man's deep eyes, which had a slight blue tint, stared straight at Yoo Baek-gi.

"You and the one who impersonated the Tengri who gave you the order will surely die at our hands."

"..."

"As the guardian of the Tengri who roams the grasslands and the Great Desert, as a wolf, I am speaking.

"...I understand."

Yoo Baek-gi nodded his head. His heart became heavy anew. He was taking them and returning to the Central Plains. Although it was Cheon Mubaeck's order, his heart was not at ease.

The Five Disasters of the Central Plains.

Terrible existences that, just by appearing, would cause disaster in the Central Plains.

The ordinary foreigner in front of him was one of them.

'To think I have to take the wolves of the Great Desert and return to the Central Plains. Good grief.'

Of course, if the Tengri they mentioned was his master, Cheon Mubaeck.

They would not be a disaster of the Central Plains, but a disaster of the demonic path.

Yoo Baek-gi turned his gaze to the east.

'Master. You are really planning to end this fight by mobilizing even the legacy of the past.'

By mobilizing even the legacy of the past.

Yoo Baek-gi swallowed hard. Forty years ago, in the Righteous-Demonic War, Cheon Mubaeck had not called the wolves of the Great Desert. No, he had only just learned it now.

The relationship between the wolves of the Great Desert and Cheon Mubaeck.

Now he was even calling the wolves of the Great Desert.

It was truly a full force.

Yoo Baek-gi felt with his whole body that the decisive battle was approaching.

(End of Chapter)