Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 26

Episode 26. Whether in Gojuk Forest or here (1),

the air in Daejeon was boiling like a hot pot. Because they were in the presence of a god, no one dared to make a fuss, but it seemed like you could tell how they felt just by the demonic energy that was wafting out.

Excitement, confusion, emotion, anger, confusion, etc., there was literally no shortage of shock.

Especially the disciples.

Seo-ryang received the highest praise, even more than Joo Seo-yoon. The sect leader has never once said that he is great, let alone his disciples or any of the demons under him.

Lee Cheon-sang waved his hand.

“I will conclude the Daejeon meeting. Third, please follow me.”

With those words, he got up from his seat and walked towards the left corridor.

Everyone knelt down. This was because it was impossible to stand and watch the leader leave.

Only one person.

Seo Ryang-man walked trotting along behind Lee Cheon-sang.

Hongwimun’s eyelids began to tremble mercilessly at the sight of him being greeted by demons along with the religious leader.

Sigh.

He slowly raised his head. It was to see the back of Seoliang.

‘…that guy.’

He had an incredibly imposing physique.

He seems to be a few inches taller and his skeleton seems to be much stronger than before. I couldn’t even imagine that my body was suffering from a poisonous spell.

‘How on earth?’

How did you survive in the high bamboo forest? Could it be that the master was watching over him?

And how on earth was that overwhelming demonic energy created?

When Hong Yu-moon was biting his lip in confusion.

Okay.

Xu Liang turned his head and looked at Hong Yuwen.

‘…!!’

Hong Yu-wen was startled and lowered his head without realizing it.

Seeing this, the corners of Seo-ryang’s mouth rose significantly.

After Lee Cheon-sang and Seo-ryang disappeared into the corridor, Mudam shouted loudly.

“Bureaucrats, please leave the station.”

Murmur.

Only then did the demons wake up one by one.

“Wonju must be tired because we have to reschedule the budget.”

“no. Even if that were the case, the kidney department would be busy.”

“It’s not something that should be done of course. By the way, the Commander-in-Chief was absent today. “Do you know anything?”

“I don’t know. “They are so busy there.”

“haha.”

“It’s probably not because of the Passunje. “I recently heard that the northerners are starting an interesting business, and I think that’s probably why.”

“For those who call themselves political factions, I’ve never seen anyone who isn’t crazy. They’re probably trying to instigate things that don’t work. Anyway, it must be difficult for the general military.”

The leaders each had various conversations based on the contents of the meeting. It was as if the sight that had embarrassed everyone just moments ago had been erased from their minds.

After looking over the leaders, Gwanpyeong turned his attention to Hong Wi-moon and Joo Seo-yoon and Chae Yeo-min.

“It’s been a while since we got together like this.”

The coldness you can feel in your voice.

It wasn’t that I had a particularly cold heart. In fact, the atmosphere seemed particularly cold because of the martial arts he had learned.

Hong Wi-moon and Joo Seo-yoon bowed their heads slightly.

Gwanpyeong asked Chae Yeo-min.

“Is the youngest okay?”

“Yes, your brother.”

“Aren’t you suffering from an illness? “My complexion is so bad.”

Chae Yeo-min said in a tired voice.

“sorry. “I’ll take a step back first.”

“…okay.”

The small figure leaving Daejeon at a brisk pace looked very pitiful.

Mudam approached Joo Seo-yoon.

“Gokunyeo, please follow me. “I will guide you to the library.”

Joo Seo-yoon bowed her head to Guan Ping.

“I’ll just leave then.”

“okay.”

Only Guanpyeong and Hongwimun remained.

Guan Ping shook his head with a bitter expression.

“Still, sometimes we have to get together and have a cup of tea to avoid the death penalty.”

“…That’s right.”

“Let’s take a look at it sometime soon. “I’ll just go in now.”

“Please proceed carefully.”

Gwanpyeong left for Daejeon.

Hong Wi-moon, who was following at a considerable distance, stopped when a sudden thought occurred to him.

His eyes wavered as he looked at the corridor.

‘Xiliang.’

Finally, I thought I was going to die from the coin poisoning, but this persistent guy came back to life.

Still, I thought my life as a warrior was over, but after surviving eight months in the bamboo forest, I emerged as a completely different person.

Hong Wei-moon recalled the look in Xu Liang’s eyes.

Strange eyes that alternately flickered with indescribable ferocity and terrible death energy in the transparent light.

‘…’

Hong Yu-wen’s face hardened.

Xiliang became stronger. I don’t know how much stronger I have become, but at least it seems to be no worse than before.

And that wasn’t really the important thing. The question was how the guy who recovered his body would come out in the future.

Before becoming a member of the Juhwa Ilma, Seoliang was a greedy man who sought power. He didn’t have the ability to use clever schemes or flexibly lead situations, but surprisingly, there were quite a few people who followed him.

That guy even received praise from his master in front of everyone. It was a sight enough to make those who had turned their backs on him become interested again.

A certain kind of determination appeared on Hong Wi-moon’s face as he left Daejeon.

‘As expected, he’s a guy that shouldn’t be left alone.’

I wondered how much I would have grown if I had come back alive. I thought that maybe I would come back weaker than when I went in.

But no.

This time too, it went beyond my expectations.

‘You shouldn’t touch it roughly. ‘Start again from the beginning.’

* * *

Seo-ryang looked around with a grave gaze.

‘Is it sperm again?’

A small artificial pond and a small pavilion were built in the backyard of Daejeon.

It’s small but quiet and has a nice charm. It was hard to think that it was only for the Demon Cult, the worst demon on the continent.

As if I had told you in advance, there was a small drinking table set up on top of the pavilion.

“Come up.”

Ah yep.

Seoliang climbed up the pavilion.

Slurp.

Lee Cheon-sang picked up the dragon robe that was draped over his shoulder and threw it onto the pavilion railing.

Even at first glance, it is clear that it is a work of art created by a craftsman. Throwing away clothes like that was not an ordinary distribution.

“Sit down.”

It’s okay.

Seo-ryang sat across from Lee Cheon-sang.

Sit proudly without even kneeling. It seemed arrogant, but Lee Cheon-sang didn’t say anything.

Xiliang snorted inwardly.

Of course you should. Regardless of whether he has become stronger or not, this man is the one who threw his disciple who had just escaped from the evil spirit into that damn danger zone. Even becoming stronger was my effort, not this guy’s effort.

I don’t have any trouble today.

“Take it.”

A light of greed appeared in Seoryang’s eyes as he looked at the glass he politely raised.

How much alcohol is this?

Grumble.

A brilliant liquid that pours slowly.

If you look closely, not a single drop of alcohol splashes out of the glass. I followed it so slowly that I almost yawned.

Still follows along artistically.

Lee Cheon-sang, who filled Seo-ryang’s cup and filled his own, raised his cup.

“Let’s have a drink.”

“yes.”

Jjaeng!

The glasses clinked together and made a clear sound.

Seo-ryang emptied his glass.

‘nice!’

Ah… I love it.

A sweet scent filled my nose. My mouth felt stuffy, but it soon felt refreshed. The drool pouring out proved the value of this drink.

If you’re going to drink it after eight months, even cheap white liquor would be very welcome, and it was even the best liquor in the world. I was so lost in ecstasy that I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Would you like one more drink?”

Seo-ryang took the glass without answering. The speed at which he thrust it out was so fast that it looked like he was an expert in the art of quick swordsmanship.

Lee Cheon-sang filled his cup. I was still impressed by the slow pace.

Seo-ryang, who was just about to drink, hesitated and held out the glass.

However, Lee Cheon-sang drank without clinking his glass. Feeling embarrassed, Seoryang cleared his throat and took a sip of his drink.

“You haven’t mastered the female dragon.”

Seo-ryang tilted his head at the sudden remark.

Female dragon? What is that?

Lee Cheon-sang said as he filled his glass again.

“You mixed something with True Magic Gong.”

“…!”

“Is this martial arts from the Buddhist side?”

Seo-ryang’s face hardened in an instant.

‘Do you know what?’

How did you know about Sypha? No matter how strong you are, you can see it at a glance?

‘Well…’

King Biyo also smelled the scent of the martial arts of the nine factions in the dark spirit. He is incomparably stronger than King Biyo and has even mastered magic, so it would be even more difficult to recognize him.

Anyway, what about this?

‘You’re not really pissed, are you? is not it? ‘Is it worth getting upset about?’

It’s worth getting upset about.

Instead of learning the martial arts that my teacher had taught me, I learned the martial arts that I created on my own. Even if it’s not a huge mistake, it’s definitely worth feeling disappointed about.

The problem is that this person may be angry beyond being disappointed.

‘Sis punishment! I should have kept this situation in mind too!’

Xu Liang rolled his eyes. It had to be packaged somehow convincingly.

At that time, Lee Cheon-sang spoke.

“That’s great.”

…yes?

“It is not easy to create a martial arts skill of a higher level than the Ten Demonic Attacks.”

It’s not that easy, it’s really difficult, isn’t it? Well, I said I was lucky…but no!

“Oh yeah. “I got a little carried away.”

“So what you found was Buddhist martial arts?”

“….”

“Why?”

Xu Liang hurriedly opened his mouth.

“I tried various things, but there was nothing that was as good as Buddha martial arts. “To become stronger.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. “It definitely got better.”

“My worries were short-lived.”

“…?”

“True Demon may have a low level of power and energy, but based on its foundation, it is the best in our school. “If I had thought more about it, I wouldn’t have had to bring martial arts from the Buddhist world.”

Lee Cheon-sang raised his glass.

“A flower garden was created in the place where trees were to be planted.”

…Just do one thing, you idiot.

You say it’s great? So that’s it, isn’t it? Why are you so upset that you can’t eat it again?!

“I saw the accomplishment, so it was done. “Go back now.”

Seo-ryang inwardly savored his appetite.

‘If you’re going to do this, why did you call me?’

After pouring me two glasses of wine, I only made white noises about martial arts being like this and Chang Jang being like that. I’m not hoping for a constructive conversation, but if you’re going to do this, why send it through a letter?

There is no word that they even had a hard time in that dangerous place. I knew he was blunt, but wasn’t he a very heartless person?

‘Still, I’m glad.’

When I talked about martial arts, my heart really sank. If I were to ask you rudely where you got it, what would you say?

‘Ugh.’

It’s better. If you keep messing around, I might ask you that. Let’s disappear quickly.

“I’ll just leave.”

“Take this drink with you.”

“yes?”

Lee Cheon-sang tapped the bottle with his finger.

“This is an award given for doing a good job. “Take it.”

Is the drink you ate a reward? If possible, why don’t you give me a new one?

Of course, Seo-ryang couldn’t say that terrifying question out loud, and with a happy expression on his face, he picked up the bottle and hurried out.

Seoliang didn’t know. What kind of alcohol is this?

And the fact that it has been a long time since Lee Cheon-sang had this many conversations with anyone other than Mu-dam.

As Seo-ryang disappeared, Lee Cheon-sang also stood up.

He stood in the pavilion and stared at the artificial pond.

“It is an unrivaled martial arts skill…”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes deepened.

“Is it just a coincidence since there is no way to know the difficulties of the extreme demon?”

Or is it instinct?

A smile appeared on Lee Cheon-sang’s lips as he was quietly lost in thought.

“I guess it doesn’t matter.”

I had no idea that my third child would bring such interest to my meaningless and indifferent daily life.

Next time, will that cheeky third child be able to bring a ray of blue to this hardened heart?

Whiing!

A chill came from the blowing wind.

It remains to be seen whether the cold wind that excites people will become a cold wind or a bloody wind.

“It’s going to be a fun winter.”