The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 1

BOOOOM.

CRACK.

It wasn't thunder from the heavens, but a cataclysmic explosion on the ground.

Two figures stood amidst a storm of destruction, their energies clashing.

One, wielding a sword, was cloaked in a crimson aura. He was Cheok Sagyeol, the Lord of the Demonic Cult, the greatest master of the demonic path, known as the Blood Fiend.

"Lord, you've grown even stronger than before."

CRACKLE. VWOOM.

The ground beneath his opponent sank an inch as a golden aura erupted from him.

Within that light was an energy that could annihilate all evil. He was Chwibul Muheo, the pride of Shaolin and the greatest master of the righteous path.

Simply by releasing his internal energy, he had dispelled the demonic energy that had infiltrated his body.

"You old coot, you must have trained your ass off too. Hehehe."

"Hahaha, what use does a monk have for a dick he can't even use?"

"You perverted old monster. It's no fun teasing you. Tsk!"

"Haha. You know well, Lord, that this humble monk is a free spirit."

Muheo smiled warmly, shaking the wine gourd tied to his waist. Then, in the middle of the fight, he began to drink from it.

As a monk for whom alcohol was forbidden, Muheo, with his moniker 'Drunken Buddha,' was an anomaly among anomalies.

Cheok Sagyeol watched him with a bored expression.

"Consider that your last drink before you die. From now on, no more wine will pass down that throat."

"Hahahaha. Always so full of spirit. Would you care for a drink as well, Lord?"

As soon as Muheo finished speaking, he threw the wine gourd.

But the gourd didn't arc; it flew in a straight line toward Cheok Sagyeol.

Its speed was so great that Cheok Sagyeol caught it reflexively.

THUD. ZIIING.

Cheok Sagyeol's face was smiling as he held the gourd, but inwardly, he was not.

The gourd Muheo had thrown was imbued with his immense internal energy.

Suppressing the demon-subduing power that pierced through his own demonic energy, Cheok Sagyeol lifted the gourd and drank with gusto.

Though they smiled at each other, their relationship was one of life and death. His opponent had calmly drunk in front of him, so he couldn't show the weakness of refusing.

But then.

"Kuh. This is good. What kind of wine is this?"

Cheok Sagyeol asked, surprised by the honey-like taste he had never experienced before.

As the head of the largest sect in the martial world, there was nothing he hadn't eaten and nothing he hadn't possessed.

But the taste of the wine he had just drunk clung to his palate more than any other he had ever tasted.

"Hahahaha. It seems you like it too, Lord. It's a gift I received recently, called Banseonju. It's a rare bottle, the only one of its kind, but I've offered you the last sip."

Muheo replied with a meaningful smile.

"Banseonju? I've never heard of it. But you offered it to me...?"

"The path to the underworld is yours to walk, so I can spare you a drink, can't I? We have some unpleasant history between us, after all."

"Kuhaha. So you want to settle this today. Fine by me!"

CRUMBLE.

The wine gourd in Cheok Sagyeol's hand turned to dust from his demonic energy and scattered.

At the same time, a crimson light shot from his eyes, and a wave of madness and killing intent enveloped the area.

RUMBLE.

The demon god of hell and the heavenly god of the sky clashed once again.

And a world-shaking power laid waste to the land.

* * *

"That son of a bitch. I'll kill him today, I swear!"

Cheok Sagyeol muttered, covered in blood, his hands on the ground.

After three years of secluded training, he had been confident he was the strongest, yet here he was in this state. His pride was in tatters.

Just as Cheok Sagyeol struggled to get up.

Unknown martial artists from both sides grabbed his arms and helped him up.

But perhaps because he stood up so suddenly.

"Gack. Cough. Cough."

A large amount of blood poured from his mouth. His vision blurred, and a ringing sound filled his ears.

Even without checking, Cheok Sagyeol knew his body was a wreck.

'Damn it... My senses are a mess, and my body is in shambles. Ugh.'

Cheok Sagyeol gritted his teeth and lifted his head.

In his vision, he could vaguely see the figure of the Drunken Buddha lying as if dead. And from the rise and fall of his chest, he could tell his opponent was still alive.

"Today. Cough... I have to kill him today."

Cheok Sagyeol took a step to kill Muheo, even though he couldn't see clearly in front of him.

His legs staggered, and the world spun, but this was the perfect chance to kill the bastard.

Just then, the martial artists supporting him stopped him.

"Calm down. Your internal injuries are severe."

"Let me go. I have to kill him today."

"You can't. You must rest!"

"Won't you let go! I said I have to kill him today!"

Cheok Sagyeol thrashed about, spewing madness, but he couldn't break free from the ones holding his arms.

"Look. Their guards have already solidified their defense."

"Grand Master, you must leave this place for now."

Even in his dazed state, Cheok Sagyeol flinched.

What? Grand Master? What kind of bullshit is this?

Just as he twisted his body to resist again.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Someone pressed his acupoints, and Cheok Sagyeol's vision went black as he lost consciousness.

"Quickly, escort the Grand Master to the rear!"

A group of martial artists surrounded the unconscious Cheok Sagyeol and moved him to a safe place.

And on the opposite side.

"Move the Lord! The Asura Blood Sword Squad will protect the Lord with their lives!"

At the command of the Demonic Cult's elder, Jhonmasu Guyang Pae, the demonic followers moved in perfect unison.

Though it looked like the Lord's defeat, which could have lowered morale, no one was affected.

They were the elite of the elite.

'Strange.'

Guyang Pae narrowed his eyes as he watched the unconscious Lord being carried away.

He knew that the Blood Demon Art the Lord had mastered had a function that absolutely prevented the user from losing consciousness until their life was extinguished. But it had just happened right before his eyes.

'Well, the Drunken Buddha's demon-subduing power is so great, it could be possible.'

Guyang Pae shook his head and focused on the battlefield.

A subordinate cannot judge a master.

Moreover, for him, a man of the demonic path where the law of the strong prevails, it was a kind of common sense and instinct.

"Waaaaah."

The morale of the Demonic Cult did not fall, but fueled by the victory of the Drunken Buddha, Grand Master Muheo, the morale of the righteous faction soared.

As the Eui-cheon Alliance began their all-out attack, the ground shook and the air trembled.

* * *

"Elder Guyang, I'm glad you're safe."

"Many of our followers were sacrificed. It's not something to be glad about."

Guyang Pae sighed with a bitter expression.

Under the Eui-cheon Alliance's offensive, the Demonic Cult's front line had not only been pushed back but had been defeated, losing their forward base and retreating all the way to Gansu.

He himself had been in charge of the most difficult rear guard and had just joined the intermediate base at the very end.

"Without the sacrifice of Elder Guyang and the Guyang family, many more followers would have lost their lives."

"It was just my duty as a leader. I didn't do it to hear such words. By the way, has the Lord woken up?"

At Guyang Pae's question, Elder Lee, the Black Demon Sword Fiend Gwan Pae's face darkened.

"He has woken up. But..."

"Did something happen to the Lord?"

Guyang Pae couldn't help but imagine extreme scenarios like qi deviation or losing his martial arts.

The battle with the Drunken Buddha had been that fierce.

"It's not what you're worried about."

"This man. How frustrating! Hurry up and tell me."

"As soon as the Lord woke up, he asked for wine and has been drinking for three days and nights."

"His body can't be in good condition... No, more importantly, he's the one who hates wine more than anyone because of the Drunken Buddha?"

Cheok Sagyeol had once even issued a prohibition on alcohol throughout the entire cult.

It was an order he had given out of extreme anger after being pushed back by about half a step in a battle with the Drunken Buddha at the time.

His competitive spirit was that extraordinary.

'Don't tell me he's despaired over his defeat...'

Losing consciousness and collapsing on the ground in the fight against the Drunken Buddha. With Cheok Sagyeol's temperament, it was impossible for him not to be angry.

But he could also consider the opposite case.

A case he didn't want to imagine, where one collapses before an insurmountable wall. It was unlikely for Cheok Sagyeol, but he was still human.

'No. The Lord would never do that.'

Guyang Pae clenched his fists and started walking.

He was moving to see Cheok Sagyeol for himself.

And in the meantime.

"Oh my, to think I'd get to drink a whole jar of this precious Geomnamchun."

A smile never left the face of Cheok Sagyeol, or rather, Muheo in Cheok Sagyeol's body.

Of course, there was almost no wine he hadn't tried.

But there had also never been a time when he could drink so much to his heart's content without worrying about others' eyes.

He loved wine so much that he had even earned the moniker 'Drunken Buddha,' but because of his Shaolin background, he couldn't help but be conscious of the gazes around him.

But now.

GULP. GULP.

Muheo chugged the Geomnamchun straight from the jar.

For three days, he had been indulging his desires and drinking to his heart's content, but he was still thirsty for more.

THUD.

"Kuh. That's the stuff."

Putting down the wine jar, Muheo's gaze fell on a mirror in the corner of the room.

Long hair like ebony wood flowed down to his waist, and a face that would make Song Ok and Pan An envious was there.

"Haha, this old man was quite a looker in his youth, but the Lord's face is no joke."

The dignity of a middle-aged man and a strong impression that seemed to represent the men of the demonic path.

Even his untrimmed beard was stylish, and all the advantages of a handsome middle-aged man were melted into his face.

"I was half in doubt, but to think it really came true. The Buddha has granted me a miracle. Hahaha."

Stroking his chin with his hand, Muheo smiled faintly, and Cheok Sagyeol in the mirror smiled brightly.

And he lifted the jar again and began to pour wine down his throat.

Muheo was quite satisfied with this situation.

* * *

At the same time.

Eui-cheon Alliance, Cheongun Pavilion.

"How can something so ridiculous happen..."

Cheok Sagyeol, in Muheo's body, had been agonizing over it for three days, but he couldn't find a reason.

Even Cheok Sagyeol, who believed that there was no result without a cause in the world, couldn't help but think of this as a miracle.

"Fine, let's say our bodies could be swapped! But why this body of all things..."

Cheok Sagyeol held up a mirror and looked at his reflection in despair.

Because he had entered Muheo's body, the world believed that Muheo was the winner of that battle.

He was the one who was awake, but the body that had remained standing without losing consciousness was Muheo's.

Rumors were already spreading that he was the loser.

"Fuck..."

Cheok Sagyeol felt like Muheo in the mirror was smiling slyly, and a curse escaped his lips.

"Seeing it up close like this is annoying again..."

The appearance he hadn't noticed before caught Cheok Sagyeol's eye.

A bald old man with a wrinkled, shabby face. The only hair he had was his overgrown, drooping eyebrows and a beard like a stingy old man's.

"Ugh, fine, whatever! But why bald of all things!"

Touching his own head, which was now Muheo's, he realized.

Even though it was an old man's body, his head wasn't shaved; it was naturally hairless. A completely bald head.

The hair loss that all men dread.

SLAP.

A sound that was all too crisp.

Cheok Sagyeol brought down the hand that was touching his head and covered his face.

"That damn old man must have joined Shaolin because he was bald!"

There was no other way that wine-guzzler would have become a Shaolin monk, where alcohol was forbidden.

Cheok Sagyeol covered his face and shouted.

"What kind of dogshit situation is this! Fuck!"

(End of Chapter)