The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 46

"Wha... are you really asking me to go see my father now?"

Baili Huang asked, stuttering in his bewilderment.

He had been in a good mood until he had heard about Lee Cheon-eok's interrogation, but he hadn't expected it to end like this.

He had never imagined that he would be going to his main family so soon.

"Is there a problem?"

At Cheok Sagyeol's question, Baili Huang shook his head vigorously.

"No, no. There's no problem."

"Then let's go right now."

"What? Right now?"

At Baili Huang's question, Cheok Sagyeol shouted with an annoyed expression.

"You're a man, but you can't communicate your intentions properly!? Shall we have a good old-fashioned brawl after a long time?"

During the past training, Cheok Sagyeol had relentlessly used the rod of love to correct Baili Huang's passive attitude.

Baili Huang, with a pale face, said quickly.

"I-I'm sorry. Please wait just a moment. I'll go wash up and change my clothes."

"Be back in two hours!"

"Yes!"

As Baili Huang left the room, Cheok Sagyeol sighed and muttered.

"No matter how much you clean up and shine, it's still someone else's old body. Does that kid still not realize it? Tsk, tsk."

Sib-i-wol, watching the scene, smirked.

"He's probably nervous because he's going to meet his parents looking like that."

"Sib-i-wol, you're an orphan too, so how do you know such things?"

"The Supreme One is our king, our teacher, and our parent. When I went to see the Supreme One after a long time, I also bathed and changed into my cleanest martial arts uniform."

As Sib-i-wol had said, for the Red Moon, Cheok Sagyeol was like a monarch, a teacher, and a parent all in one.

No, a god should be added before that.

Because for the cult members, the Lord was a god.

'Geez... Sa-wol is one thing, but these guys have become even more loyal after being sent out...'

It was laughable that he had been slightly worried when he had first dispatched the Red Moon to each region.

After all, it was the law of nature that if the body is far, the heart also becomes distant.

But on the contrary, it seemed to be a case where they had idolized him even more because they couldn't see him.

"And there is a matter to report to the Supreme One."

Sib-i-wol spoke with a firm expression.

"What is it?"

"A message has come from Il-wol of our unit."

"Is it about his recent situation?"

"That's right."

It was a matter he had ordered Il-wol through Sa-wol.

To investigate what Muheo, who was staying at the main cult, was doing.

The first report was that he had entered secluded training, and this was the second report.

"Alright. Speak."

As Cheok Sagyeol gestured, Sib-i-wol began her report.

But the more he heard the report, the more Cheok Sagyeol's expression crumpled, and it showed no signs of relaxing.

"You son of a bitch! To summarize, he's just been drinking again!"

'Even during his secluded training, he would occasionally go out and look for alcohol.'

'As expected, as Il-wol had guessed, it seemed that he had holed himself up in the training hall to drink without worrying about Elder Guyang's eyes.'

"Yes, Il-wol's letter says that he has single-handedly emptied half of the famous wines in the main unit's wine cellar."

Sib-i-wol said her thoughts with a dark expression.

"Your subordinate is worried that the master's body will be harmed. Could it be that he swapped bodies to harm the master? The position of the Lord is especially significant in our cult, isn't it?"

Among the four great powers of the world, only the Demonic Cult was a single organization.

And the Eui-cheon Alliance of the righteous faction, the Four Alliances of the demonic path, and the Sichuan Assembly of the righteous and demonic factions were literally a coalition of various sects.

In other words, among the four great powers, the Demonic Cult was more likely to fall into chaos than other powers in the absence of its leader.

"Kill me with alcohol? That's a funny joke. Hahaha... ha, ha."

Cheok Sagyeol flinched while laughing.

'Wait... not with alcohol... but what if he commits suicide in another way?'

'I don't want to imagine it, but can't I make this assumption?'

'He's an old man over eighty anyway.'

'Even a martial artist, who has a longer lifespan than an ordinary person, has lived long enough at that age.'

'Moreover, he has no disciple to inherit his mantle.'

'In that situation, what if he was worried about me, his rival, dying?'

'And what if a precious item like the Half-Immortal Wine was given to such a guy?'

'Don't tell me that damn old man swapped bodies to get rid of me?'

Cheok Sagyeol hoped to God that it wasn't true.

He prayed that the wine he had drunk so far was not the last supper wine he would drink in this world.

As if to break his thoughts, Sib-i-wol continued her report.

"And the last thing Il-wol confirmed was that he had a martial arts secret manual with him along with a wine jar before he recently went to the underground training hall."

At Sib-i-wol's words, Cheok Sagyeol's eyes flashed.

"What? A secret manual?"

"Yes. It was clearly written so."

"You bastard, shouldn't you have reported something like that quickly! Damn it! I was scared for nothing!"

"What?"

"It's fine. It's nothing, so just continue your report. Ahem."

'That's a relief.'

'If he took a secret manual with him, he's not thinking of dying.'

'Although he's a monk, Muheo is also a martial artist.'

'Just as I stole the seventy-two ultimate techniques, he must have become interested in demonic arts or was trying to analyze them to find their weaknesses.'

"Ah, but what kind of secret manual was it? The Blood Fiend Asura Art?"

"No. He had the Blood Fiend Asura Art from the beginning of his secluded training, and the recently confirmed secret manual is the Divine Demon Art."

At Sib-i-wol's answer, Cheok Sagyeol shot up without realizing it.

"W-what did you just say?"

"I said it was the Divine Demon Art, the last secret manual of the Asura True Art."

"The... the Divine Demon Art!?"

Cheok Sagyeol bit his lip.

The Asura True Art was divided into a total of four secret manuals.

First, the Demonic Entry Art. It was allowed to be read by new members who had joined the Demonic Cult, and one had to learn the Demonic Entry Art to be able to use demonic arts.

In the past days of the Demonic Sect, there was a divine maiden who awakened the demonic nature with a sacred fire, but after the divine maiden and the sacred fire disappeared, the Demonic Cult, which was established, awakened the demonic nature of new members with the Demonic Entry Art of the Asura True Art, which was created by the first Lord, the Black Demon God.

Second, the True Demon Art. It was allowed from the squad leader level and above, and upon learning it, the opening of the demonic transformation was possible.

The demonic transformation was a technique that maximized the demonic nature to amplify the power of internal and external arts. Although it had the disadvantage of losing reason and entrusting the body to instinct, one could obtain nearly twice the original strength without any particular side effects on the body.

Third, the Extreme Demon Art. Only the Lord could learn it, and it allowed one to maintain reason even when opening the demonic transformation. In other words, since one could maintain reason even when immersed in the maximized demonic nature, one could drive oneself deep into the subconscious.

Thus, in the subconscious, by combining the accumulated experience, knowledge, and the total capacity of life, one could obtain a clue to create one's own martial arts. It was a fraudulent function that allowed one to obtain in an instant the enlightenment that might come in decades.

'I obtained the Extreme Demon Art and created the Blood Fiend Asura Art, but even I couldn't even think of the Divine Demon Art...'

The Divine Demon Art was a part that even the creator of the Asura True Art, the Black Demon God, had left as a theory.

His goal was the power of making all demons submit, the power of 'the cult appears, all demons submit,' the slogan of the Demonic Cult.

In fact, the reason the Black Demon God had devoted himself to the Divine Demon Art in his later years was also because of the Demonic Entry Art.

There were not just one or two members who had learned the Demonic Entry Art and had been unable to escape from being immersed in the demonic nature, and the solution to bring them back to their senses was the Divine Demon Art.

Although he had not been able to achieve that goal in the end.

'From the Demonic Entry to the True Demon, and to the Extreme Demon, the deeper you go, the deeper you fall into the negative dimension of the mind. I had to risk my life to escape from the Extreme Demon Realm and complete the Extreme Demon Art... let alone the Divine Demon Realm... tsk.'

The Asura True Art itself was dangerous because it was based on an artificial qi deviation.

A repetition of the act of gradually entrusting the mind to the demon and then escaping.

Moreover, since the Divine Demon Art existed beyond the wall of the subconscious, it was an unknown realm where one might not be able to return if one set foot in it.

Cheok Sagyeol, who had learned the Extreme Demon Art, knew its danger better than anyone else.

"Lord, why are you so surprised? Isn't the Divine Demon Art an incomplete martial art anyway? The successive Lords have also concluded that it is impossible to learn the Divine Demon Art."

"That's true... This one also considered the Divine Demon Art to be an incomprehensible martial art. But you know... Muheo, I hate to admit it, but he's a monster when it comes to martial arts."

Cheok Sagyeol said with heavy, sunken eyes.

"There's no way he can learn what even the master couldn't."

Sib-i-wol shook her head as if she couldn't believe it.

'Right... he probably just took it to refer to it... he wouldn't have taken it to learn it, right?'

Cheok Sagyeol sighed and tilted his head back.

Just then, the door opened, and Baili Huang entered.

"I'm ready. Let's go!"

Cheok Sagyeol, without even relaxing his narrowed brow, shouted.

"You bastard! It's been more than an hour!"

'My mind is already in turmoil, tsk!'

* * *

The underground training hall of the Demonic Heavenly Palace.

It was a place made by erecting ten-thousand-catty giant stones called 'world-separating stones' on all sides.

The world-separating stone boasted a hardness second only to the blue jade stone, and considering that the blue jade stone was a rare mineral, a world-separating stone training hall of this scale was hard to find in the world.

This was possible because Xinjiang, where the Demonic Cult was located, was a production site for world-separating stones.

And since their main source of income was also this world-separating stone, the Demonic Cult was able to maintain its scale in the barren land of Xinjiang.

RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE.

It was a sudden vibration as if an earthquake had occurred.

The shaking, as if to shake the entire Demonic Heavenly Palace, gradually grew stronger.

But the world-separating stone pillars embedded in various places were enduring the force.

RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE.

When the last dragon-like writhing vibration ended, the shaking completely subsided.

The underground training hall was just a place where dust was scattering from the ceiling with a rustle, and the stone wall at the entrance, on which a demon was carved, was still showing off its majesty.

But it was at that moment.

CRACK.

A crack spread across the demon's face.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

The crack spread in a radial pattern to the entire stone wall, and the demon image at the beginning was finely shattered, showing a hideous impression.

And finally.

ROAR.

Suddenly, a tremendous force exploded, and the stone wall was shattered into pieces, and in the dust that spread like a fog, a red light was shining proudly.

"Hehehe."

The owner of the red light was Cheok Sagyeol, no, Muheo in his body.

He had finished his secluded training and had come out of the training hall.

'Now, then, shall I go meet the demons?'

Muheo. He had started to move again.

The main hall of the Lord's Hall.

Due to a sudden summons, the elders of the Demonic Cult, as well as the pavilion masters and hall leaders of each hall, and the squad leader level of the military organizations, and other high-ranking officials were gathered in one place.

And on the highest seat, the grand master's chair, the middle-aged man with the red light, Muheo, was exuding a menacing atmosphere.

'Hmm... it seems the Lord has made some progress while he was in secluded training.'

The Remaining Soul Demonic Hand, Guyang Pae, smiled with satisfaction inside.

The Lord, who had been drinking for a long time, had finally entered secluded training and had appeared with a completely different appearance from before.

A presence that overwhelmed the demonic people with just the atmosphere, without even revealing his momentum.

The demonic people present now were all masters.

But not a single one of them could readily open their mouths and were maintaining their silence.

For a full hour.

It was not because the Lord had not opened his mouth.

And the crowd only realized it after an hour had passed.

'I can't move.'

As if their vital points had been pressed, they couldn't move a muscle.

Even moving their lips was not as they willed, so they couldn't even utter a word.

'What kind of technique is this... don't tell me it's a paralyzing poison? But why would the Lord?'

It was around the time when everyone was thinking that.

WHOOSH.

As the unknown physical restraint was released, the demonic people could finally gasp for breath.

And it was at that moment.

"Cough."

A small sound that broke the silence rang out in the main hall like thunder.

The eyebrows of Muheo, who had heard the sound, twitched as if in displeasure.

"Who is it? Who just coughed?"

(End of Chapter)