There are all sorts of bizarre martial arts in the Central Plains.

Naturally, there are also various kinds of restriction techniques.

Most sects possess restriction techniques that limit the body’s activities by pressing on the blood points. Although their characteristics are different.

It is not difficult to break a blood point restriction technique.

Extensive knowledge of the body and blood points. Sufficiently prepared internal energy. If one’s internal energy is deeper than that of the person who pressed the blood points, it can usually be released.

But the real problem is the restriction technique that is applied to the mind.

There was virtually no way to break it.

So in the past, a famous high monk of Shaolin created a martial art that could break the restriction technique.

It was possible because Shaolin was centered on subduing demons.

The high monk called that martial art…

“It’s called the White Heart Eye.”

Yuk Seong, who was drooling and trembling, did not seem to be in his right mind.

Well, how could he maintain his right mind?

He felt as if his soul was being torn to shreds by Cheon Mubaeck’s pupils, which had turned pure white.

The internal energy that flowed from his upper dantian gathered in his pupils.

A blue energy was mixed in the white. It was a strange sight.

“But you know. This good martial art was lost in Shaolin. Do you know why?”

“Kkeueueueu.”

Yuk Seong convulsed like a frog with its limbs spread out.

Cheon Mubaeck’s pupils shone with an even whiter light.

“In order to find the restriction placed on the opponent’s soul, you have to tear the soul to shreds and find what’s hidden inside. So would the soul be normal? After you do it, you do release the restriction, but they go crazy not long after.”

Even at that moment, Yuk Seong had not completely lost his mind.

Although his mouth did not open, his pupils were looking straight at Cheon Mubaeck’s pure white pupils.

Goosebumps rose all over his body.

Look at him saying those terrible words so calmly, as if it were nothing.

He wanted to bite his tongue and die right away from that terrible fear.

Unfortunately, a wish is just a wish. He couldn’t even perform the act of biting his tongue. His body had already escaped his will.

“So the name was changed. Although it was made in Shaolin, it was called the White Demon Eye and was discarded in Shaolin.”

A martial art that was discarded in Shaolin because it was considered extremely evil.

But why did Cheon Mubaeck know about it?

It was a question that arose in the pupils of Yuk Seong, who was losing his mind.

Unfortunately, Cheon Mubaeck was not merciful enough to solve that question.

“Alright. Shall we start talking now?”

His pupils became even whiter.

“Kkeuaaak!”

* * *

“…”

“Ha. Our lord is really too much. He’s just, now he’s telling me to clean up an old man who’s smearing shit on the wall. Hey, Escort Warrior Heo. What’s going on?”

Heo Seong did not answer Neung-heo’s question.

His gaze was on the Wansegum, who was crawling on the floor with a smirk.

“No, I should correct myself. He was the Wansegum. Sigh.”

Neung-heo clicked his tongue.

“What the hell do you have to do to make a person like this?”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“My goodness. He should have just cut him up like that guy Gu Jin-hae who came last time. Ah, but was this guy really from the Blood Demon Sect?”

“That’s right. He’s the third elder of the Blood Demon Sect.”

“The third elder… Wow. To think that the Wansegum Yuk Jin-ryang was from the Blood Demon Sect.”

Neung-heo clicked his tongue and lifted Yuk Seong.

“What are you going to do?”

“I have to deal with him. If a rumor spreads that the Wansegum went crazy after coming to the Lotus Pavilion, what am I supposed to eat and do business with?”

“…”

“Leave this kind of thing to me. I’ve done this kind of thing so many times that I’m sick of it.”

“I understand. Deal with it and go see my lord.”

“Huh? He’s looking for me?”

When Heo Seong nodded his head, Neung-heo’s face contorted.

He didn’t dislike Cheon Mubaeck.

But he felt a certain burden to meet him too often.

“Hyung-ssi. Aren’t you burdened?”

“Burdened?”

“I feel a sense of pressure just by being next to him. Should I say it’s like the feeling I had when I was the youngest in the Black Heart Gang and met the sect master for the first time?”

“…Hmm. I think there’s something like that.”

“Hoo. Well, he won’t hit me. I understand. I’ll go right away.”

While Neung-heo was carrying the Wansegum and leaving, Heo Seong silently recalled what had happened today.

In particular, he endlessly replayed the scene where Cheon Mubaeck had successfully blocked the Wansegum’s surprise attack and had knocked him down with a single counterattack.

‘How on earth could he do that?’

To be honest, the move that Yuk Seong had shown in that situation was enough to give him goosebumps.

The left hand that had been extended as soon as he had grasped the situation.

The cold and strong internal energy in his hand, the hand speed that dug into the optimal path in an instant.

If it had been him, his neck would have been pierced without a doubt.

But Cheon Mubaeck’s action was as if he had predicted everything.

‘What if I were Yuk Jin-ryang?’

Heo Seong replayed it once more.

No matter how he thought about it, it was absurd to block Cheon Mubaeck’s counterattack in that situation.

He had tried to follow it several times, but it was impossible.

‘My goodness. I’ll have to train like crazy for a while.’

His blood boiled.

A high-level offense and defense that he had not seen before.

Although it was only two moves, it felt as if Heo Seong’s eyes were being opened.

‘I must.’

He swore.

He would become Cheon Mubaeck’s sword, stand at the very front, and take the sword for Cheon Mubaeck.

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck didn’t even need an escort.

Although Heo Seong was in charge of escorting him because of Cheon Yuhwa’s gaze, in fact, who was escorting whom?

But Heo Seong wanted to protect Cheon Mubaeck’s side.

Just as he had sworn to himself, just as he had said when he had pledged his loyalty to Cheon Mubaeck.

In order to stand in front and take the sword first, he had to have at least that much skill.

Heo Seong’s eyes flashed.

‘What if I were the Yuk Jin-ryang from just now, and I could block my lord’s counterattack even once?’

That dizzying counterattack.

If he had the skill to block that, wouldn’t he be good enough to take the sword for him?

Heo Seong sat down where Yuk Seong had been.

And as if he had become Yuk Seong, he swung his hand and endlessly replayed and followed the situation.

* * *

Cheon Mubaeck sat alone in a special room at the Lotus Pavilion and was lost in thought.

“I’m so tired.”

It had been a long time since he had felt so listless.

Honestly, it wasn’t easy.

Yuk Seong was clearly a master.

The surprise attack by extending his left hand in an instant was really fast.

If it hadn’t been for Cheon Mubaeck, he would have been defeated.

The amount of internal energy he had injected while dealing with Yuk Seong was also considerable.

Even if the efficacy of Heaven-Shaking Soul Art had become much faster than before, the amount of accumulated internal energy was still not that much. Because not that much time had passed.

Fortunately, the purity of its purity was to the extent that it was unparalleled, so even a small amount could produce a power that was several times that of the same internal energy of other internal energy cultivation methods.

The problem was after he had used the White Heart Eye, no, the White Demon Eye.

“The consumption is extreme.”

His head throbbed.

His upper dantian, which had been full of energy, felt empty.

“I should avoid using it as much as possible.”

The White Demon Eye was a very useful martial art.

To be able to release the restriction placed on the opponent!

The Demonic Cult and various unorthodox sects used restriction techniques without hesitation. Not just blood point restrictions, but also mental restrictions like the one just now.

Since it could solve such restrictions, it was one of the heavenly martial arts.

But the disadvantage was that the opponent would definitely go crazy after using it.

The reason Cheon Mubaeck had used the White Demon Eye was because of the fact that Yuk Seong was a member of the Blood Demon Sect and a bastard who deserved to be killed.

In the first place, who were the sacrifices of the Soul Sucking Demonic Art?

Didn’t they spread the plague, turn innocent commoners into refugees, and kidnap them to use as sacrifices?

“If you’ve set foot in the martial world, you should solve it in the martial world.”

Touching the commoners who were not related to the martial world went against the principles Cheon Mubaeck had lived by while living through numerous past lives.

So Cheon Mubaeck had used the White Demon Eye without hesitation.

He had no regrets.

Although the consumption of internal energy was large, what he had gained was also large.

And a few things he had to do right away had also come up.

“I’m here.”

“Neung-heo.”

“Yes.”

“You can’t use your movement technique because you can’t use your hand?”

“Who runs around using a movement technique indoors? You’ll get hit by the adults if you do that.”

“If I call you, come quickly.”

Neung-heo wore a wronged expression.

“Damn…”

“If you say vulgar things in front of an adult, you’ll get hit.”

“Young Master, no, my lord. Excuse me, but how old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“Then who is the adult?”

“Me.”

“Shit.”

At Neung-heo’s reaction, Cheon Mubaeck laughed inwardly.

“I have something to ask of you.”

“Yes, yes. You should. Didn’t you spare me to use me for everything?”

“You’re good at knowing your place.”

“You really have a talent for giving compliments in a way that makes people feel bad.”

“Anyway, go and get some information.”

“Information?”

“How many high-ranking officials visited the Lotus Pavilion today?”

“Ah…”

Neung-heo’s eyes widened.

“Although the government and the martial world do not interfere with each other, they know everything about each other. Especially the government office guys, they always look at the martial world with a wary eye with their nationwide information network. If it’s information, it’s the Beggars’ Sect and the Hao Faction, but… well, that’s just thinking about the martial world.”

Neung-heo nodded his head.

The Lotus Pavilion was prosperous every day. So many rich merchants came to visit. There was a characteristic of the rich merchants. They were either huge merchants or high-ranking officials.

The merchants had their own information networks. Was that all? It was common for merchants to gather at the Lotus Pavilion and share necessary information with each other.

It was the same for the high-ranking officials.

They were gentlemen who originally saw the gisaengs as nothing more than ornaments. So they would talk about trivial things among themselves, and there might be necessary information among them.

At Cheon Mubaeck’s mention of that, Neung-heo felt a slight chill.

‘He’s really squeezing everything out, really.’

The wealth earned from the Lotus Pavilion, and the information power that reached all of Henan Province.

“What kind of information should I get?”

“The Blood Ghost Valley.”

“The Blood… Ghost Valley? Hmm, I don’t know if it’s because my experience in the martial world is lacking, but it’s the first time I’ve heard of that group.”

“Me too. I just heard it for the first time today.”

“Today…? Could it be the Blood Demon Sect…?”

“They’re the guys behind the Blood Demon Sect.”

“…!”

Neung-heo’s mouth fell open.

Even the Blood Demon Sect was a terrifying group from Neung-heo’s perspective.

But there were other guys behind them?

Neung-heo’s face contorted at the larger scale than he had thought.

“It won’t be easy. They’re guys who are wrapped up tightly.”

“To be honest, it’s hard to get the information you want right away.”

“I know. But get whatever is related. Try to make it so that you can grasp all the information of Henan Province from the Lotus Pavilion.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll be away for a while soon.”

“Pardon?”

“Things have gotten a little complicated. I think I need to go to my father.”

“The escort agency… the Chief?”

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head.

As a result of releasing Yuk Seong’s restriction and obtaining information from him.

Something completely unexpected had come up.

It was Cheon Mungyeong, who had gone to investigate the failed escort mission. There was something suspicious about it. It wasn’t led by the Blood Demon Sect, but it was related to some extent to the failed escort mission.

“Where are you going?”

“Mount Song.”

“You mean Shaolin? They haven’t opened their doors yet…”

“You talk a lot. Should I report to you every single thing?”

“No. I’m just worried.”

“Me?”

“Come to think of it, I’m not particularly worried.”

“Your mind is still intact. Neung-heo, I’m a little tired today, so I’ll sleep here. I’m thinking of playing the daegeum before I go to sleep, so let me in.”

“The daegeum? Yes. The gisaeng house is overflowing with daegeums.”

“I’m going to Kaifeng before I go to Mount Song. You too.”

“Me? Why?”

“The Black Heart Gang.”

In an instant, Neung-heo’s body stiffened.

Because he understood the intention with which Cheon Mubaeck had brought up those words.

Neung-heo looked at Cheon Mubaeck with trembling pupils.

“Since they’ve already coveted the Lotus Pavilion once, they’ll be greedy again.”

“Does that mean…?”

“I have to be away, but it’s not good to leave with an itchy back, right? Neung-heo. Can you stop them by yourself?”

“No. I can stop one or two guys like Deung-cho, but if the Black Heart Gang comes with a determination, I can’t stop them.”

“Right. Then we have to clean up and go.”

“Am I going with you?”

The Black Heart Gang was not a small black-way.

It was a large black-way group that had a firm grip on Kaifeng. To say that he would clean up such a black-way. Moreover, Neung-heo, who had been in the Black Heart Gang for a long time, knew well the scariness of the Black Heart Gang.

Cheon Mubaeck looked at him as if he were saying something obvious.

“You have to go too. You’re the core.”

“The core?”

“I told you. Be the head.”

Neung-heo’s body stiffened.

Not the head of the Lotus Pavilion…

“You mean the head of the Black Heart Gang?”

Cheon Mubaeck grinned.

(End of Chapter)

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