Chapter 708 – Laughter of Martial Arts
“If it’s an elixir, there are just a few left in our shaman faction. Can’t we give it to you?”
‘Shall we drive a wedge soon?’
Seong-il’s reason for obtaining the pharmacy was to mass-produce elixirs and provide them to hunters in the real world, so he shook his head and rejected Gu Jin-in’s words.
“It’s not that easy to make an elixir. I can easily obtain spirit objects using Taoist magic, but I’m not a shaman. Use the elixir made by your sect for your posterity.”
“Hmm…”
At first glance, the image of a middle-aged guru who seems to be asking for data to thoroughly accommodate the non-partisan faction. However, since it was a taboo among taboos to hand over the secrets of the munpa, Jin-in Koo showed hesitation.
“It doesn’t have to be from a non-partisan faction! And if I swear to my training and my mind to get the drugstore, I will never divulge secrets to people outside the world, let alone middle-ranking people!”
“Hmm…”
“If I leak it, I will never be able to take the top spot! My training will be in vain and I will become a criminal! I can promise you in the name of the god of heaven and earth!”
When the vow of the unconventional holy day falls, Gu Jin-in’s eyes begin to tremble, knowing through word of mouth how great the oath made by the ancestors is.
“Is this not enough? Hmm… Then, this talisman…”
When the opponent seems to be shaking to some extent, Seong-il tries to get rid of Guo Jin-in’s hesitation by taking out an additional unrestricted scroll and handing it to him.
“No… No…!! You don’t even have to give me this! Although the recipe for Taecheong Shindan is a treasure of our sect, it’s nothing compared to a divine object like this! “
If the formidable effect of the elixir is really true, since the potion is a formidable new substance that can overcome the crisis of the munpa depending on how it is used, Jin-in Koo throws up his hand and refrains from providing additional items for Seong-il.
“You’re honest!!”
“Haha…”
As he had trained all his life in the best school of the shaman faction, Koo Jin-in was a person with excellent mental discipline. When Seong-il mentions honesty to himself, he feels a little embarrassed, even though it is said by Do-moon senior.
“I liked Jinin’s care! Let’s do this!”
Seong-il replies that if there is a Murim person who is crippled or dies as a result of this battle, only one person will use this extra potion to save him.
“As for the recipe for Taecheong Shindan, let’s deal with it only when you see the efficacy of the potion and are satisfied with it! That’s how it’ll be fair!”
Seong-il, who said that, coolly handed over the elixir and various consumable artifacts to Koo Jin-jin, even though he did not receive the recipe.
“Looks like we’ve had a secret conversation… Shall we go back soon? There’s something I want to show you guys.”
Seong-il doesn’t even give Koo Jin-in a chance to answer, and he tells the two of them to return to reality.
“Ah, yes.”
At Seongil’s resolute words, the two glance at each other. Either that or not, Seong-il uses the inner plane once again to move into the world of Moorim, completely ignoring the issue of Taecheong Shindan.
‘I’m not going to lie when it’s about the length of a non-partisan faction.’
In his heart, he wanted to get the recipe for Taecheong Sindan right away from him, but Seong-il, worried that his image as a mysterious ‘sage’ would be damaged by being too obsessed with the recipe, tries to create a calm appearance as much as possible.
“Come back, everyone.”
As soon as he arrives at Murimmaeng, Seong-il calls someone with a short mutter. Then, breaking through the clouds and fog that spread within the Murim Meng, dozens of clones resembling Seong-il appear in front of him.
“The Lord of the Lords should clean up this mess, right?”
“Um… I guess that’s necessary.”
Inside the Murimmaeng, which is still a mess that goes back and forth in Goseong. Jin Cheon-hwi sighs and agrees with Seong-il’s words.
“Then, can only you, Koo Jin-jin, go somewhere with me for a while?”
“Yes…? Where are you talking about?”
Instead of answering, Seong-il uses Sangnok’s bracelet to open the portal again. Then, the crack in the space opened in front of the three of them and the scenery of another place beyond that.
“…”
Maybe they are tired of being surprised, but Jin Chun-hwi and Koo Jin-in can’t even let out exclamations.
“Go! I’ll go and show you the fake burial mound I prepared. The location and things to be careful of! You, Koo Hyun-jin, will check the fake burial mound I prepared and report it to the leader.”
“Ah, I understand what you mean.”
Before leaving, Seong-il apologizes to Jin Cheon-hwi for causing a disturbance in the Moorim League. Fortunately, there are no casualties, and Jin Chun-hwi responds to Seong-il’s apology with a calm expression, probably because Seong-il came here and caused a disturbance.
“I don’t know if Jinin came simply to vent his anger, but he rewarded us in his own way. And since he’s going to make a great sacrifice for the sake of the world, of course we should understand this much.”
Seong-il, who received an affirmative answer from Jin Cheon-hwi, expresses his gratitude again and crosses the dimension gate with Jin-in Koo.
“Follow me!”
A shocking sight seen from the inside after breaking through the haze created by the clear sea. Thunderbolts and flames gushed ceaselessly from the walls engraved with strange hieroglyphs, and upon entering, strange wooden dolls holding weapons were patrolling the inside.
‘It’s good that I had Aira make a wooden doll.’
In a situation where various magic circles are installed, the sophisticated psionic drones and wooden dolls of the Pocket Girls world are patrolling, making it hard to believe that there are only a few ruins built inside.
“It’s pretty good, right? Bindo made it through a lot of hard work?”
“Are you saying this… Is a fake made in five days?”
Aside from all the tricks installed, the appearance of the square inside is as elaborate and grand as any royal tomb, so Guo Jin-jin is shocked to learn that Seong-il built this fake burial mound in less than a week.
“Ahem. That much is enough to fool the Apostle of the Blood God.”
Seong-il laughs off Gu Jin-in’s reaction with a playful expression and then takes him outside the mound again.
“It’s midnight, twenty-one and five nights from now…”
Seong-il gives a trustworthy request to Guo Jin-in about the date to start the plot, and in the meantime, Jeong-do Moorim joins forces with Jin Chun-hwi’s Moorim Alliance to spread false rumors and ask him to catch the blood master.
“…Just leave it to me.”
Fascinated by all kinds of splendid and miraculous magic tricks of the sage, Jin-in Koo does not even think that Seong-il is a fake master, so he believes in him like a stone.
‘…Even a non-partisan scholar can’t help it if he sees a lot of technology, magic, and psychic powers from other worlds.’
In fact, even if he were in the position of Guo Jin-jin, Seong-il would have fully understood his naivety.
“Okay, take this.”
As a climax, Seong-il hands over a live-action map made using precise photos taken through satellites to Guo Jin-in and tells him where he is.
“…!!”
Upon the appearance of a map that seemed to depict the world as it was without a single mistake, Koo Jin-in opened his mouth and blankly looked at the live-action map.
“Are you going to be able to do that by yourself?”
In fact, Sangnok’s bracelet is on cooldown, but Seongil makes Jin-in Koo leave alone with the excuse that he will be able to get an accurate impression by moving from the burial mound to the Murimmaeng.
“Then I’ll see you alive.”
Seong-il tells Koo Jin-in that if he succeeds in sacrificing the blood god, he will revisit the shaman faction and ask if they would like to trade the recipe for Tae-cheong-shin dan.
“Whoa…”
Fortunately, Seong-il breathes a sigh of relief after entering the pineapple house inside the burial mound.
“Do you think Gongja is doing well?”
“Huh.”
Seong-il explains in detail what happened today to Eun-wol. After hearing all of her story, she nodded her head with a satisfied expression, as if she thought that her ruse had worked.
“Because you’re Gongja!”
Eun-wol’s expression begins to fill with joy, perhaps because she is convinced that she will soon be able to kill her enemy, the blood cult leader, and regain her demonic religion.
***
“…Did you hear the news?”
“What?”
“They say traces of an evil demon that was sealed hundreds of years ago have appeared in Shaanxi…!!”
A fortnight after that, strange rumors start to spread rapidly in Moorim. The news that the evil demon born in the ancient era has begun to awaken from the seal, and that the Jeong Do sect is secretly gathering forces to prevent the demon from awakening.
“Ah… What nonsense…!!”
Thirty years ago, some of the spirits of blood gods escaped from the seal and turned the Myogang region upside down, but the land mass in Central Plain was so large, and exchanges between regions were not active, so many people still laughed at the incident as false news.
“Do you still believe in the nonsense about blood god or something? That’s just a nickname for the exterminated head of a blood religion… To believe that innocently as it is. Huh…”
Most of the ordinary Moorim people or ordinary people actually laugh it off like them. However, for some reason, some people carefully turn around and leave somewhere with a firm expression on their faces.
“…Are you saying that the central figures of the Moorim and the Moorim Alliance are really gathering toward Shaanxi?”
“That’s right.”
“Ha! You buggers. You must have managed to find out before us that he was buried there. Cheeky…”
And after hearing the report gathered by one of his subordinates, the huge man murmurs annoyedly as he realizes that the Jeongdo Federation has found the seal of the Blood God he has been secretly seeking for decades.
“How could you find where he was buried faster than I did? They don’t have the means to relate to him like I do.”
When blood priests came up from various places and read the collected reports carefully, he talked to himself, and a blood priest nearby answered his question with a firm expression.
“Isn’t it because he used a wooden box containing his heart? They say that the wicked masters used all kinds of magic to seal him…”
“Well, that could be the case. Resonating the sarira of the divine monk innumerable things… But, that’s not what’s important.”
The Blood Religion Master tells his followers that it doesn’t matter how the Murimmaeng and Jeongdo Munpa found the seal of the Blood God. It strongly reminds us that the important thing is to enter the depths where blood and soul are sealed regardless of means and methods.
“No matter how many masters they brought!! In the end, if only he could free them from the seal, I could beat them to death like young flies!!”
“That’s right!”
“There’s nothing to see. Gather the brainwashed demons! After turning them into meat shields, let the elite of the blood religion enter the inside of the seal!”
“Honor!!”
The Demonic Cult’s total protection law. No, the apostle of the Blood God, who has now become more familiar with the name Blood Religion Lord, shows a nice way of biting into the rice cake Seong-Il gave out.
No way, Jeong-do couldn’t even imagine that Moorim’s concentration of power was a deception to deceive himself.
“It’s a pity… It would have been more perfect if we had planned the resurrection by forcibly conceiving the young schoolmaster and planting his spirit in the fetus…”
The blood master regrets that he couldn’t find a perfect body for his soul, which now only has a soul left. If, according to his plan, a child was born between himself, the Apostle of the Blood God, and Eunwol, the member of Heaven’s Sound, it would have been perfect.
