Chapter 200 – Erotic Battle (9)

After locking eyes with the Bloodthirsty Black Horse, I wondered if it would suddenly charge at us, but it didn’t.

Well, even if the crazy bastard is obsessed with me, he’s not stupid enough to charge into a place where there are experts like the Hwakyung Masters and even Hong Yeon-hwa.

He’s crazy, but given what he’s done so far, he’s crazy rationally.

Anyway, we were able to leave the Divine Realm without any further battles.

But we lost nearly half of our top-notch warriors.

***

It was the road back to Hongju. Many people pondered their anger and helplessness.

It wasn’t just because most of them had suffered minor or major injuries. It was because they were thinking about the ones they left behind.

The realm of Chojuljeong is by no means a trivial realm.

It is the realm that one reaches after acquiring exceptional talent, mastering the Rising Martial Arts, and receiving support such as acupuncture and medicine, and at least reaching the age of thirty.

Bone-chilling effort is, of course, essential.

Of course, how can one not be angry when one’s family-like people, or even real family, have died?

Only me, Hong Yeon-hwa, and Samamaeng survived.

Even in Pungga, one of the four elders was seriously injured.

One of the biggest principles of the martial arts world is Eunwon.

At this moment, Gupabal and Odaese, and even some prestigious factions that are not quite up to par, have added resentment to justice.

However, revenge is not that easy to execute.

They killed many gangsters, including the Thousand-Year Gangster, but ultimately failed to kill Eungaju.

Perhaps the dead Chojuljeong warriors will come back as gangsters to target their families.

Everyone continued to practice martial arts in silence, sharpening their swords.

Suddenly, Myungwoljinin spoke up.

“…I found out how the King of the Dead is handling the gangsters.”

A weak, hoarse voice. But no one here listened to Myungwoljinin’s words lightly.

Even though they were all tired in a similar way, their shining eyes were fixed on Myungwoljinin.

“I’ll explain how he’s handling so many gangsters first. Strictly speaking, the number of gangsters he’s ‘personally’ handling is not that many. At most, there are thirty-nine.”

Myungwoljinin emphasized the word ‘personally.’

“Many of you probably already know this, but the sound of the droplets for the Gangsi Arts always starts with the King of the Dead and then rings out one by one everywhere.”

“I know that too, but what does that mean?”

Chapter 200 – Erotic Battle (9)

The group was on their way back to Hongju, feeling angry and helpless. They had lost many of their top-notch warriors, and the ones who survived were injured. They were all thinking about the ones they left behind, and the anger and resentment were building up inside them.

Myungwoljinin spoke up suddenly, and everyone listened intently. He explained how the King of the Dead was handling the gangsters, and everyone was shocked to hear that he was controlling them by turning the gangster leaders into Gangsi.

Hwangbo, who didn’t know what Gangsi was, asked for an explanation. Myungwoljinin described it as a type of forbidden martial art that involved turning living people into dead ones, and then controlling them using various poisons and techniques.

The group was horrified to hear this, and Myungwoljinin explained that the King of the Dead had turned all the gangster leaders into Gangsi, and was controlling them using the sound of the droplets. He also revealed that the King of the Dead had turned all the Chojuljeong warriors into Gangsi, including himself.

The group was shocked to hear this, and they realized that they were up against a formidable enemy. They knew that revenge would not be easy, but they were determined to sharpen their swords and continue practicing martial arts.

As they walked, they couldn’t help but think about the ones they left behind, and the anger and resentment continued to build up inside them. They knew that they had to be careful, as the King of the Dead was a formidable opponent who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Myungwoljinin’s revelation had left them all feeling uneasy, and they knew that they were up against a powerful enemy. But they were determined to fight back, and they continued to practice martial arts in silence, sharpening their swords and preparing for the next battle.

“Of course, we didn’t make him into a healthy ginger Gangsi. Have you seen the way the King of the Dead moves? It’s too awkward to call him a Hwagyeong’s Muin.”

“Ah, I know that firsthand. His movements are indeed strange. Thanks to that, we were able to break his neck without having to destroy all the thousand-year Gangsi.”

Myungwoljinin nodded in agreement with Hong Yeon-hwa’s words.

“The Heavenly Demon saw it all. If making a living body into a Gangsi is the original purpose of the ginger Gangsi, then the King of the Dead killed all the other parts of the body except the head.”

“Hmm. If one can control pain and desire while having a body that won’t die even if only the head is intact, like other Gangsi… but then the harmony of the body would collapse.”

“That’s right. It can be seen as a regression as a Muin.”

According to Hong Yeon-hwa’s words, the level of martial arts is divided according to how much one can harmonize the mind, energy, and body.

At that time, I didn’t know it well, but after reaching the Chojuljeong, I realized that it was true.

Destroying this harmony is nothing but a regression as a Muin, as Myungwoljinin said.

It won’t disappear where enlightenment is, but it’s good news that I’m weaker than before.

“But as a Gangsi shaman, he must have achieved a great breakthrough. Since he made himself into a Gangsi, it would be much easier to accumulate and control the Saegi.”

Why do good news and bad news always come together…?

While I was inwardly sighing, Myungwoljinin spoke in a calm voice.

“Anyway, the King of the Dead would have made other Un-ga’s kin into the same state as himself. Of course, he would have added various golds to make them move according to his will.”

Originally, Gangsi tends to act based on the memories of their lifetime stored in the hundred.

But what if the consciousness is intact? Then, wouldn’t it be possible to perform more advanced actions than simply moving according to orders?

For example, controlling other Gangsi if other oneself is also a Gangsi.

I can’t believe that the multi-level Gangsi technique that I had wondered about has actually happened.

By the way, I heard that there are several sons in Un-ga besides Un Ju-won, but are they all…?

I’m terrified at the thought that he might be even crazier than I imagined, and Hong Yeon-hwa blinked her pink eyes.

“So, is there anything that has changed? I’m not very familiar with this side of things.”

“There’s no point in killing other Gangsi shaman for no reason. Instead, if we can kill the King of the Dead, the entire Un-ga will be paralyzed at once.”

“I see what you mean. In the end, nothing has changed, right?”

Hong Yeon-hwa nodded her head in agreement.

Myungwoljinin looked at her with a blank expression before letting out a small chuckle.

“That’s right. Nothing has changed. That’s why I’ve been thinking of an easier way to kill the King of the Dead.”

“Ooh!”

Hong Yeon-hwa’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. Myungwoljinin continued speaking in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Originally, Gangsi were beings that moved based on the hundred without a consciousness. Since they had no mind, they couldn’t generate any intention, and that’s why they couldn’t use Ganggi, which is the essence of martial arts.”

That’s why Gangsi had been allowed until now. Even if they made a Gangsi out of a Hwagyeong’s Muin’s corpse, it would only result in an extremely tough Chojuljeong-level Gangsi.

It’s impossible for a Chojuljeong to fight against a Hwagyeong. Even if Un-ga were to rebel, the imperial family could easily stop them with a few skilled Hwagyeong.

“However, on the other hand, if there is a consciousness, even a Gangsi can use Ganggi.”

“Consciousness…? Are you saying you summoned a ghost?”

“That’s right. In fact, ghosts are just the result of the hundred going wild. It’s not entirely wrong to call them that. The use of Geomgyeong is still the same. So, how did this happen…?”

Myungwoljinin continued to speak in difficult terms, as if proving his status as the best in the middle of the field. The other listeners were paying close attention, but eventually, Shin Geol-gae, who had seemed friendly with Myungwoljinin, became annoyed.

“Ugh! Enough! Just tell us the conclusion!”

“I’ll give you a good talisman for each of you. Just give me ten gold coins.”

“….”

…Why does he seem like a swindler?