The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 47

The atmosphere in the great hall turned icy.

Although they were able to move freely, not a single person moved a finger.

'Who is it? Who on earth coughed?'

The demonic people, while being mindful, glanced at the person next to them, but no one came forward.

Muheo frowned at the sight.

'The attainment of the Blood Maitreya Divine Art is low, so my control is still weak... tsk.'

The martial art that Muheo had created after completing the Divine Demon Art was the Blood Maitreya Divine Art.

Since he had not yet mastered it, he had confirmed his current attainment in the great hall.

But the limit of that control was one hour, and it took some time to raise his mental power again.

That's why no demonic person came forward even when he asked who had coughed.

"Must I really look into your hearts with the mind-reading art for you to confess?"

Although it was a low tone, the demonic people felt as if their chests were being dug out.

Guyang Pae groaned and wondered.

'Wasn't the mind-reading art a Buddhist training method?'

The mind-reading art was a mental training method of looking into one's own inner self and reflecting.

And there was a legend that when the mind-reading art reached its peak, one would obtain one of the six divine powers of Buddhism, the ability to see through the minds of others.

'But why is the Lord mentioning a Buddhist training method?'

'The Lord is a little... strange. Is it simply because he is too conscious of Muheo...'

Guyang Pae thought that perhaps his mind and body had been disturbed due to the sudden rise in his martial arts.

Because the Lord, who had just finished his secluded training, often showed such a 모습.

Guyang Pae, who was repeating that to himself, was brought out of his thoughts.

It was because the squad leader at the far right had moved his lips and confessed that it was him.

"S-Supreme One. It is your subordinate."

He was the squad leader of the Killing Sword Squad.

He was not one who showed outstanding results, but he was not incompetent either.

The Demonic Cult was a place where it was impossible to become a squad leader if one was incompetent.

"How pitiful. How can you cough when this one has not even started the great hall meeting, you foolish thing!"

"I am sorry. I have been feeling unwell lately and have caught a slight cold. Please forgive me."

"No, no. That is not a cold. When this one looked with the mind-reading art, your head was full of demons. Guards! Drag that bastard out immediately and beat him to death with an iron mace!"

At Muheo's command, the Asura Blood Sword Squad, who were standing on both sides, answered.

"Sir! We receive your command!"

As the Asura Blood Sword Squad moved, the Killing Sword Squad Leader, with a pale face, shouted.

"Lord! N-no! It's not like that... let me go! Let me, ugh!"

The Killing Sword Squad Leader, whose vital and vocal points had been instantly pressed by the Asura Blood Sword Squad members, was dragged out of the great hall with bloodshot eyes.

The crowd watched the scene with serious faces.

'What on earth is this... demons? He's beating a demonic person to death with an iron mace because there are demons in his head?'

Although they all had the same look, not a single one of them could question it.

The atmosphere was that brutal.

Muheo clicked his tongue as he looked at the demonic people.

"I can't tell if you are the leaders of our cult or shit sticks in the latrine. You are all full of shit. Shit, I say."

At Muheo's venomous scolding, the demonic people lowered their heads.

"This one is Maitreya. The Maitreya who has come to save you in this human world. I, the Maitreya, am trying to run, but you shit sticks can't keep up! Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm asking if you understand!"

Guyang Pae was confused.

'What is Maitreya all of a sudden, and what is salvation?'

It was then, as he was lost in thought, that Guyang Pae's heart sank.

It was because Muheo was looking down at him.

"Hey, Guyang Pae. You are the leader of the leadership. It's been a while since this one personally went out and conquered Gansu, but why haven't you been able to advance to Shanxi yet? Is our cult without this one an empty shell? Is that so?"

"I am sorry. I have been encouraging them in various ways, but..."

"Did you say encouragement? Encouragement?"

"I am deeply sorry."

Guyang Pae lowered his head and admitted his fault.

"Right. You have to admit it when you're wrong. That's how you can improve."

The corners of Muheo's mouth moved, forming an arc.

"While I was in secluded training, I felt the need to lighten your burden. Perhaps that's why I was able to complete the Divine Demon Art of the Asura True Art this time."

The impact of the Divine Demon Art was amazing.

Everyone let out exclamations of admiration and looked up at Muheo.

"Lord, congratulations."

"It is nothing but a great blessing for our cult. Congratulations."

"Oh. The Divine Demon Art. Something that the successive Lords could not accomplish. You are truly great, Lord."

Muheo smiled with satisfaction and continued.

"The name of the new martial art I have created after obtaining the Divine Demon Art this time is the Blood Maitreya Divine Art. Even without operating it specially, you must have already experienced its effect with your bodies."

"Then that from before was?"

"Hah... as the legend says, it is the function of making all demons submit."

The crowd nodded their heads and marveled at its effect.

"Therefore, this one will open the Demon-Shedding Cave, so all of you should know that."

As he mentioned the Demon-Shedding Cave, the surroundings became noisy again.

The Demon-Shedding Cave was a place where those who had learned the Asura True Art and had been unable to awaken from their demonic nature and had been captured by its power stayed.

A thunder prison that one could only come out of after escaping from the demonic nature.

But among a hundred who entered the Demon-Shedding Cave, there was barely one who came out on their own.

"Lord. Are you planning to control the demonic people of the Demon-Shedding Cave?"

At Guyang Pae's question, Muheo nodded his head.

"This one is an incarnation who has manifested in this world as Maitreya. But to lead you shit sticks and purify this dirty world, I am lacking in many ways. So I will form a new royal guard and personally set out on the work of purifying the world."

At the stern command given with bloodshot eyes, the crowd lowered their heads.

If they offered advice here, their heads might be smashed with an iron mace like the Killing Sword Squad Leader.

'Buddha. I will sacrifice this one body and walk the path of slaughter stained with blood, so please save these pitiful sentient beings.'

Muheo was not aware of what he was repeating to himself.

In his eyes now, the sentient beings were the demonic people, and the world was a dirty garbage can that had to be destroyed.

His mind, having learned the Divine Demon Art, was jumbled, and he could not distinguish what was the right path and which was the demonic path.

That's right, it was a qi deviation that had occurred as the memories of Cheok Sagyeol's body and Muheo's own memories clashed.

* * *

Heavenly Wind Pavilion, the family head's office.

Baili Jian and Lee Ok-yeon looked at Baili Lin with dumbfounded faces.

"Are you telling me to believe that right now?"

"Brother. I repeat, everything I have said is true."

"Hah... it's absurd... it's absurd."

"Then I will ask. Did you two really not feel any sense of incongruity about the child's words and actions recently?"

At Baili Lin's question, the two were silent.

'Why wouldn't there be? They were his parents.'

'But since he was a growing son, they had let it pass, thinking it was just that. Recalling words like 'a man changes in three days' and 'improving day by day.''

"And brother. Do you think it is possible for a person of Huang's age to become a peak master with the current family martial arts? No, you, brother, know better than anyone else. Although that child has shown the sword energy, the symbol of the peak, his swordsmanship is far from proficient."

"What else do you want to say?"

"The reason you proceeded with the marriage with the Danmok family was because of that, wasn't it? That you would not pass down the half-baked martial art, the Heavenly Wind Sword Art, to your descendant, Huang. That the Danmok family's Silver Forest Sword Art was needed for that child who could not overcome the wall of the third-rate level."

"..."

Baili Jian could not refute.

As his brother had said, the Heavenly Wind Sword Art had a very thick wall at the beginning.

He himself had also experienced a long period of frustration to overcome that wall.

So he had devoted his entire life to the Heavenly Wind Sword Art and had gained the reputation of being one of the Ten Great Masters of Gangdong, but in the end, he could not improve the problem.

Then, through an old document, he had learned about the secret history with the Danmok family.

That half of the Heavenly Wind Sword Art was the Danmok family's Silver Forest Sword Art.

This was the same for the Danmok family, and the interests of the two family heads coincided.

Especially since the Danmok family head had not been able to produce a legitimate eldest son and the family's power was declining, a new breakthrough was needed.

"As you said, it is true that I proceeded with the matter thinking that the Danmok family's martial arts would help Huang break his wall. But that is no reason not to believe in Huang's qualities!"

"Brother!"

"I don't want to hear it! If a father doesn't believe in his son, who will believe in that child!? I have no doubt that my son has broken that wall with his own efforts!"

Baili Jian turned his head and gasped for breath.

It was to control his unusually emotional excitement.

Watching her husband, Lee Ok-yeon, who had been silent, opened her mouth.

"I understand your feelings, but I think what my brother-in-law said also has a point."

She was the mistress of the Baili family, benevolent and wise, but cold enough to be chilling when necessary.

"My brother-in-law has an outstanding ability in interrogation, enough to be compared with the Sichuan Tang family. Moreover, the ones who have come forward as witnesses are the Hidden Wind Squad. They are called the hidden dragons of our main family. Since it is a matter that such people have notarized, we cannot completely ignore it, dear."

At Lee Ok-yeon's calm words, Baili Jian calmed his mind and asked.

"Then are you saying you believe that? Such an absurd story?"

"I haven't seen it myself, so I don't completely believe it. But..."

"...But what?"

"If, by any chance, what my brother-in-law said is true, our son is currently struggling in the trap of a bastard who should be killed."

It was on the assumption that it was true.

But as soon as Baili Jian heard those words, it felt as if his blood was boiling again.

BAM.

Baili Jian slammed his palm on the table and was indignant.

He couldn't control his anger at why he had to be so indecisive over such an absurd matter.

"Dear."

"I've heard enough, so stop."

"..."

As Baili Jian closed his eyes and was lost in thought, Lee Ok-yeon also waited for him intently.

Her husband was originally a person of a cold and rational temperament.

His current appearance was because he had temporarily lost his reason as it was a matter concerning his beloved son.

"Phew..."

Baili Jian, who had let out a long sigh, opened his closed eyes.

And then he looked towards the entrance of the office and said.

"If you've come, why don't you come in?"

Baili Jian had actually known that they were waiting outside the door for a while, but he had only spoken now.

And at those words, Baili Lin and Lee Ok-yeon's heads turned towards the door.

The door slowly opened, and Baili Huang, in the form of Lee Cheon-eok, and Cheok Sagyeol, who had changed his appearance to a young body, were entering.

"Have you... been well..."

Baili Huang, as soon as he entered, hesitated and greeted them.

At his appearance, Baili Jian and Lee Ok-yeon's eyes grew as wide as lanterns.

The keen eye of a martial artist who had reached a high level had recognized it at a glance.

'The gaze and the look, the pitch of the tone, the habits ingrained in the gestures.'

'All of that, accumulated over more than ten years, was telling them that he was their son.'

'It was not something that could be imitated just by imitating it.'

"H-Huang... it's you. It's you."

Lee Ok-yeon slowly approached and embraced Baili Huang.

Baili Jian was leaning on the table with one hand and holding his forehead with the other.

"M-mother..."

Tears streamed down Baili Huang's face.

It was not because he had met his parents in his current situation where his body had been swapped.

It was not because he was reminded of the hardships he had gone through from Luoyang to Suzhou.

'My father and mother were worried about me until the end.'

'The fact that his father, Baili Jian, had pushed for the marriage with the Danmok family, worrying about him who could not break the wall.'

'His mother, Lee Ok-yeon, although it was an absurd story about souls being swapped, had not let go of her worried heart that he might be in a predicament in case of an emergency.'

'All of those things were mixing in Baili Huang's heart and creating tears.'

'From now on... from now on, I won't make you two worry. I will definitely be acknowledged as a single martial artist, as a reliable heir of the family.'

Baili Huang thus shed silent tears in his mother's embrace.

Cheok Sagyeol looked at Baili Huang with an indifferent face and shook his head.

'He's doing all sorts of things, really. Oh, I'm getting goosebumps.'

(End of Chapter)