Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Being a candidate to succeed Mazen is a journey down a bloody road, a fight that may never end.
But as soon as you step into the arena, your status as a potential successor is treated with the utmost respect.
He has what it takes to become the next master of the martial art that rules the Madomurim.
In other words, you will be given the most extreme rituals that do not detract from the dignity of being the heir to the Demon Emperor.
“Come on up.”
In front of Bueunseol and Hyuksojin, there were martial artists in black robes.
Behind him was an armored carriage with fluttering banners emblazoned with the twin dragons that symbolize magic warfare.
When the two men entered the area of the temple, they were met by messengers from the temple who had come to pay their respects.
Duck.
The messenger politely closed the door as Bu Eun-sul and Hyuk So-jin entered the carriage.
And in a loud voice, he exclaimed.
“I’m leaving.”
Doo-doo-doo-doo.
In front and behind the running carriages were escorted by men on semi-horses, and there were even unmanned men who followed stealthily in the ranks.
He was so stunned by the extreme and solemn treatment that he kept his mouth shut.
“You’ve arrived.”
Bu-eun-sul and Hyuk-so-jin got off the carriage that had just passed through the main gate.
Guided by the messenger, they arrived at the gates of the castle, where Ma Tianze was staying.
“It’s for the two of you to share.”
“Okay.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and the lion gave a slight nod of approval and walked away.
“…….”
His eyes deepened as he gazed up at the towering pavilion.
Castle.
It is the home of the Heavenly Emperor, who towers over a million Madonnas.
Suddenly, she had a strange question.
The word “saint” is a word that is reserved for orthodox schools and Taoists.
But why would the symbol of the paddle that rules over all the horses in the world, the abode of the Demon King, be called holy?
“You’re doing well because of your brother.”
Swallowing hard, Hyuk Sojin wiped the sweat from his brow.
He’s always languid and never shows any signs of tension except when he’s fighting.
Even so, Hyuksojin is nervous as he stands in front of the castle’s main hall, where the First Master resides.
Kuung.
Then the giant doors of the castle gate slowly opened.
The room seems to be filled with darkness, but in reality, the seven-colored lanterns are shining like daylight.
As Bu-Eun-Seol and Hyuk-So-Jin head deeper into the hall, they find a huge battle unfolding.
And at the end of it, the giant who ruled the Mado Realm sat deep in his robe.
Machenze.
When Bu Eun-sul first meets him, he appears to be an undefinable entity, a changeling.
But now it’s different.
A master of the martial arts who has reached the pinnacle of the martial arts, a master of the martial arts who has reached the pinnacle of the mysterious and mysterious martial arts.
‘That’s what it was.
Buunsul realized one thing.
That the demonic beast took on many forms and stimulated the mind. That it was a test.
Tuduk.
At that moment, Hyuk Sojin shuddered and clenched his fists.
“Ugh.”
His whites turned red and a thick line of blood began to form on his neck and forehead.
He was unable to withstand the powerful prayers emanating from the body of the Demigod and suffered internal injuries.
“Are you okay.”
“Sure.”
Hyuk Sojin forced a smile.
But thick beads of sweat were forming on his cheeks, and his skin was beginning to burn as hot as if he’d been over a charcoal fire.
He has only just entered the supreme realm and is unable to handle the aura of the Great Heavenly Spirit that fills the Great Hall.
“Stay out.”
“Brother.”
“It seems that the Heavenly Emperor has changed his mind and wants to have a private audience with me.”
If they hadn’t wanted to let Hyuksojin in in the first place, they would have blocked his entry at the castle gate.
It seemed that Ma Tianqi sensed that Heng Xiaojin’s cultivation was far behind and wanted to send him away.
“……OK.”
In the end, Hyuk So-jin bowed his head toward Ma Tian-je.
Biting his lip, he turned and left the castle, never seeing the demonic beast in person.
“The disciple Bu Eun-sul sees Ma Tian-tse.”
Standing at the foot of the altar, Bu Eun Seol clasped her hands together, and Ma Tian Ze slowly raised herself from her taiji.
“……!”
His eyes widened as he met her gaze.
The prayer of the Heavenly Emperor, which had been simple and uncomplicated, had become more complex.
On the outside, he looked like an ordinary old man, but inside, the unknown had grown more powerful.
“Hmm.”
Ma Tianze nodded slightly, as if sensing that Bu Eunseol’s prayers were different than before.
Eek.
Ma Tianze, who was seated in a taiji, stood up and became a giant, looking down on Bu Eunseol.
“You did a better job than I expected.”
You open your mouth to speak, and it’s like a bell rings in the sky.
Ma Tianze looked at Bu Eunseol, who was still bowing her head, and smiled.
“You’ve captured the demons of the Immortal Realm in a most ingenious way.”
“Thank you.”
“But what’s even more remarkable is that we’ve managed to get a sewage-free well, which has long refused to get its hands dirty, to voluntarily join the fight.”
Ma Tianze described Mu Haosu Yuzheng’s direct participation in the battle as dirtying his hands.
It’s like they’ve been manipulating other factions and factions to fight proxy wars for a long time.
“What the heck did they do?”
The demoness pinned a pair of eyes to the pupils of the swollen snow.
Then I felt a pair of piercing eyes that seemed to be gathering electricity, scanning my body and mind.
Everything it touches seems to be able to see through the façade, to get a naked glimpse of everything inside.
“I just gave them a choice.”
“It’s a choice.”
It was a very rambling and short answer.
But Ma Tianze stared at Bu Eunsun with a glare, then slapped his knee.
“Oh, right, so it wasn’t power she really wanted, but someone who would give her a choice.”
Despite being a woman, Mu Haisu Yuzheng has been able to maintain her position at the top of the Magisterium due to her great wealth, unique psychic abilities, and strong connections with the Zheng Clan.
But what they really wanted was choice, power, and the ability to call the shots.
Because without power, you can’t even choose.
Knowing that, Bu Eun-sul gave the well the strength to stand up for itself.
And when she chose to fight alone, risking her life, they protected her.
By your own choice.
“I’m here with the heir to the Immortal Realm.”
Ma Tianze said, this time staring at Hyuksojin.
“Are you using him as a squire?”
“The timing was right, and we’re on a roll.”
“It’s a strong run.”
Ma Tianze smiled faintly.
But the words that came out were vicious and harsh.
“You’d better get rid of any notion of being the next in line to lead, and any notion of comradeship or camaraderie. They will soon become cumbersome burdens that will hinder your progress.”
Bu Eun-sul could neither affirm nor deny.
Originally, his values were similar to those of the Heavenly Kingdom. However, through various events, he has made unwanted allies and friends.
‘But if I become your successor…….’
Aside from Black Mark, the squire, and Hyuk So Jin, the heir to the same martial door, would he be able to maintain his friendship with Tang Gon or Namgungun?
“Now is not the time to think about that.
At that moment, Ma Tianqi spoke in a low voice, as if he had penetrated Bu Eunsul’s complex thoughts.
“Well, we can think about those things later.”
He smiled thinly and changed the subject.
“Anyway, you did what you were told, so I’ll give you a reward.”
Eek.
Then the door on the left side of the dais opened and a woman walked cautiously through, holding a necklace in both hands.
His skin was very white and his eyes were long and beautiful like a phoenix.
In the past, it was Jinseol who carried the wounded Bueunseol to the Red Pole of the Wonrojeon.
“It’s been a long time. Confucius.”
She walked over to Bu Eun-sul and greeted her with a smile.
Qin Xue’s demeanor was relaxed and natural, as if she were the granddaughter of the Heavenly Emperor.
“It wasn’t a fight.
There’s no better way to say hello in the presence of a demon than this.
It was only now that Bu Eun-sul realized that she knew nothing about the people involved in the majeon.
“Wasn’t he a figure in the Senate?
She led the wounded Bu Eunseol directly to Red Bing. But now, it seems she’s a direct report of the Demon Emperor.
“This is an afterthought.
“Hello.”
Clearing her mind of her thoughts, Bu Eunseol greeted him, and she smiled, opening the necklace in each hand.
And then, on top of the colorful porcelain, there was a plaque that glittered with five colors.
“I’ll give you a giraffe plaque.”
Bu Eun-sul instinctively remembered the ‘golden plaque’ she had received in the past.
The Manmayujin Pavilion, a long-established pavilion and a treasure trove of secrets.
The lowest ranked golden plaque was a plaque that allowed one to enter the first floor of the Manmayu Pavilion, where there were seventy-eight thousand martial arts disciplines.
The Giraffe Plaque is probably a higher rank than that.
“Too bad.
Before entering the castle, Bu Eun-sul had a strange expectation.
Maybe he’ll pass on the martial arts himself? This is the expectation.
But it wasn’t until I received the plaque that I realized my hopes were misplaced.
“Sure, I can’t pass it on.
It is said that the martial arts of the Magian are far beyond the extreme heavenly realm and have reached the end of the extreme heavenly realm.
Considering that no one in the history of the Wuling has ever reached the Heavenly Sutra, it is the most extreme state that humans can reach.
If you pass on the enlightenment and martial arts of the Great Emperor to a would-be successor, not even a successor, …… if not elsewhere, then it would be absolutely unacceptable to the Ten Doors.
“Thank you.”
As Bu Eunsul bowed her head and respectfully accepted the plaque in the furoshiki, Qin Lie spoke in a small but clear voice.
“The Giraffe Plaque can be found on the Jay floor of Manmayujingak.”
Her voice was so beautiful that it lingered in Buunsul’s ears for a long time.
“I’ll give you ten days.”
At that moment, the gruff voice of the demoness quickly erased the afterglow.
“Choose one martial art to learn there.”
Bu Eun-sul couldn’t help but wonder.
On the first floor of the Manma Yu Jingu, which was once a golden circle, there were more than seventy-five thousand types of martial arts.
Of course, the number of rising martial arts is less than that, but it’s still a lot to ask for just one martial art in ten days.
“And let him find his seat again.”
As soon as she heard the order, a single thought flashed through her mind.
‘This is also a test…….’
Bu Eun-sul was convinced.
This, too, is a test for the Heavenly Emperor to screen potential successors.
If you don’t like the martial arts you’ve learned at Manmayujingak, …… will immediately disqualify you as a candidate for successor.
“I see.”
As Bu Eunsun lowered her head, Ma Tianze slowly turned around.
“Good luck.”
Qin Lie smiled wryly and carefully followed behind Ma Tianze.
In that moment, the glow of the Seven Days of Night that had illuminated the interior of Daejeon vanished.
Then, the forms of the Demon King and Qin Lie vanished, as if being sucked into the darkness.
* * *
“Huh. Huh.”
Outside the castle gate, Hyuk Sojin was breathing heavily.
“Damn.”
After a long pause, he bit his lip and shook his head.
‘I thought I’d improved by leaps and bounds by playing hardball with my brother…….’
The reality was that he was a half-wit who didn’t deserve to be in the presence of the first man of the Magical Empire.
And that fact haunted him constantly.
“It’s still a long way off.
He stopped practicing martial arts completely after the age of ten.
If you’ve been practicing your martial arts diligently up to this point,…… you’ve probably reached a level worthy of a successor to the ten martial arts masters, if not the level of a master.
“Are you the one who has followed the entirety of the Nanyagak?”
Then I heard a low voice.
I turned around and saw an old man who must have been over seven feet tall looking down at Hyuksojin.
It had long knife marks on its cheeks and beaky eyes that made it look fearsome.
Judging by his unusual appearance and the prayer that radiated from his body, he was no ordinary man.
“Are you lame?”
The old man spoke up in response to Hyuk Sojin’s question.
“He is the lord of the palace of the eight demons, Shanghak.”
The Armory is a storage room for the recruit weapons owned by the Warlord.
He was a master of the art of warfare called the Hundred Soldiers Demon, a great demon who had once dominated the martial arts.
“No, I’m not following you, but…….”
Hyeoksojin threw up his hands and his shoulders drooped as he realized something.
He had given up practicing martial arts, let alone cultivating, and lived a life of gambling and drinking in the city of the dead.
Although he has made rapid progress in his martial arts with the help of Bu Eun-sul, he is not yet of a caliber to claim the title of heir to the Madonna of the Ten Wonders.
“I followed her to …….”
Sang Hak furrowed his brow as he stared at the nonsensical Hyuk So Jin, then spoke in a low voice.
“Follow me, for I am a man of the Heavenly Emperor.”