I Became the Heavenly Demon of the Academy

family crap (1)

When I opened my eyes, I saw a wide ceiling decorated with antique patterns and gold leaf.

A large oil painting, evidently the work of a professional artist, hung on the wall, and red-brown furniture showing traces of the years filled the surroundings.

Feeling the comforting smell of the old wood brushing my nose, I quickly finished grasping the situation.

Just like I was reincarnated as Murim on the modern Earth, it seemed like I became another person this time.

Looking at the room, the background of the times ranges from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance.

I don’t know if this is the same world as Murim’s world or not, but at least it was certain that I was given another chance.

I don’t know if it’s the influence of the wedding ceremony that the old monk tried on me at the end, or if it’s the result of other factors.

After closing my eyes again and blocking out my senses from the outside, I immersed myself in contemplation.

Since earlier, the intense pain rising from the cold in my chest was telling me that this body was never normal.

Abnormally developed upper front compared to other places.

And the disharmony of the takgi that filled each bloodstream was gnawing at my body in real time, even at this very moment, and I didn’t know what happened before I woke up, but I felt severe miasma near my lungs.

At this rate, it was clear that he would die soon.

If I hadn’t become this person, I’m sure it would have been, but the Heavenly Demon Goddess is a supreme class of learning that will never exist again in the human world.

Unless it was a special poison like the intangible poison created by the union of the Tang family and Mandokmun, it had the ability to absorb all the energy of heaven and earth.

That was true for this level of poison.

By accepting the energy from the outside several times more abundant than that of Moorim, it gradually pierced the blood vessels filled with takki, gradually converting the poisonous air with extremely negative energy near the lungs into internal air.

This was complex and profound, as if the left and right hands were doing different things, but the realization of the extreme end obtained in the previous life and the abnormally developed Sangdanjeon made it possible to do this process as naturally as breathing.

I forgot about the flow of time and repeated fortune-telling over and over again.

“Cool!”

Finally, he gathered the takgi that was blocking the bloodstream and spat it out.

Dark red blood mixed with the remnants of miasma left after absorption gave off a strong stench, soaking the colorful carpets on the floor.

“young master?”

The maid who was outside burst open the door and came in, apparently hearing me coughing loudly and spitting out blood.

“young master!!! I’m sorry… are you okay?”

He looked puzzled as if he felt the blood on the floor and the stench wafting from everywhere.

“Okay.”

The memory of this body disappeared, but it was possible to hear and speak naturally, as if the language center was maintained intact.

If it wasn’t for that, it would have taken me quite a while just to listen, speak, and read.

I think this is very fortunate.

“What the hell is this…”

“It’s okay, so get rid of it.”

“…All right.”

Watching the maid busily removing the carpet and cleaning the room, I pondered.

Being alive again is definitely meaningful, but what should I do now?

He somehow returns to Moorim and takes revenge.

If it’s original, that’s right.

But to whom?

Those who have already attacked me have long since fallen to my hands directly before me.

Kill all the political associations that led it?

I didn’t think it would be difficult if I prepared step by step.

If only I had a little more time.

This body was obviously a bit late to learn martial arts, but that was for general martial arts, and it had nothing to do with the absolute divine arts of the impossible world such as the Heavenly Demon Spirit.

Besides, the fact that the body has developed Sangdanjeon means that it is easier to accept the energy of heaven and earth.

I closed my eyes and questioned myself constantly.

What do I really want?

Revenge, not bad.

I don’t know if I can go back to Murim, but if I can go back, that’s fine too.

Even if you don’t kill all of them, it’s probably right to hold them accountable.

Isn’t that what Moorim calls Hyeop?

I tried to force myself to think that way.

But my image rejected the idea and longed for only one thing.

Wu (wu).

I couldn’t do it in my last life, but this time I’m going to see the extreme of nothingness.

That is my longing.

—Recognize the pleasures of humans, and enjoy happiness among humans.

While thoughts of practicing martial arts again flooded my mind, I suddenly remembered the last words from Master.

If the words were spoken by a master who reached the level of a god in a human body, there must be a reason.

It could have been that it is rather helpful to realize joy and enjoy happiness among humans in learning martial arts or breaking through the realm.

Die rather than just practicing.

So it would be good to follow Master’s words as well.

Both are possible at the same time.

My whole body was throbbing with the reaction of forcibly piercing the blood vessel filled with taekki, but I turned to the lotus position again and started to cry.

I don’t know how much I haven’t moved my body, but this body is at the level where I can’t even wield a fist or a sword properly.

Even if the unity of the mind, body and body is disturbed, build energy first, and balance the mind and body again based on the stronger energy.

It may be different from the path I walked in my previous life, but the realization I gained once remained in my head.

It would not be difficult to reach the level of a previous life if you use the energy of Mother Nature, which is more abundant than Moorim.

While endlessly repeating fortune telling, I felt a presence approaching me.

If you get attacked while you are in the middle of the cloud, you can get a fatal wound, so open your eyes and look ahead.

A beautiful girl with fair skin, light silver hair down to her waist, and dark gray eyes was sitting on a chair and staring at me.

Judging from her youthful appearance and petite physique, she appears to be in her mid-teens.

It was clear that she was not a maid, as she was wearing a luxurious white and black dress with a ribbon brooch hanging from her chest.

Perhaps it was the daughter of an aristocrat living in this mansion.

“Who is it?”

Thinking so, I asked a question, and the girl gave a slightly surprised expression.

“When I heard from the maids, I couldn’t believe it, but it was real? I heard that he woke up, but I thought he would have completely lost his memory.”

“I obviously asked who you are.”

“Oh, my way of speaking has become strange. Brother, don’t you remember who I really am?”

“Now I have no memory. Who am I and where am I? When I opened my eyes, it was just this place.”

“How amazing. All right. I’m just here out of curiosity, so keep doing what you’re doing, brother.”

The girl who got up from her chair and left the room stopped.

“Ah, I am my older brother’s only real brother. Please remember me next time?”

He turned around a bit and closed his eyes.

“…I get it.”

I had already guessed from the maid’s reaction, but when I heard the girl who said that she was her own sister, it was clear that this body belonged to an aristocrat.

Rather good.

Nobility means that there are fewer obstacles to martial arts training.

You don’t have to worry about food, clothing and shelter right now.

I got up and looked at the mirror in front of the chair the girl was sitting on.

A skinny body, like a dry tree branch, to the extent that skin and bone were in contact with it.

Unusually shiny blonde hair, sunken eyes and pale skin.

It was a fact that I already knew while contemplating on the inside, but when I saw it with my own eyes, the condition was shockingly serious.

What the hell do you normally do and how do you want your body to be like this.

Looking at this, it became clear what I had to do now.

“Who is there!”

“Yes… Yes! young master!”

Crunchy sounds were heard from outside, and a maid hurriedly opened the door and came in.

“Bring me some food.”

“A meal… you mean?”

“Okay, meal. Mainly meat.”

“Ah… I see!”

Tsk.

I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed, but a balanced nutritional supplement was urgent.

In this state, no matter how strong the energy is, there is no answer.

*

After the meal the maid had served, she moved her body slowly.

The Cheonma Shin Gong was the best in the world when it comes to building energy, but since it was basically Jeonggong, it was somewhat less efficient than Dong Gong in terms of training the body.

Of course, the moment you cross a certain level, you will reach a level where the distinction between the hole and the pupil disappears, but in my current state, there was no way.

Honwon Protection (混元護身功).

It was a new engineering study that Master himself invented in his later years, which had an excellent effect on balancing the body.

Since it was a pupil, not a jeonggong, I could see it as the best martial art for my current physical condition.

Originally, it was a martial art created by my master so that I could teach it efficiently when I was training my students later, but I never thought I would use it like this.

Similar to the shaman’s Taijiquan, he moved his body slowly while stepping on steps.

In general, martial arts meant learning how to use inner energy through herbivore training.

It’s also the reason why I keep repeating that I’m a herbivore.

However, my physical condition is not in a state where I can repeat the fact that I am herbivorous, and I did not have to do that to realize the operation of internal energy.

Her body is completely bruised, and her inner energy, which filled her dantian, is only a handful compared to her previous life, but the ability to operate her inner energy has not disappeared either.

reverse the order

Rather than using herbivore to operate internal energy, the body is forcibly moved through internal energy to seek balance in the body and mind.

I haven’t tried it, but I believe it’s possible enough.

Sweat dripped from her body like rain, her limbs trembled, her breath quickened, but she didn’t stop.

Even the movement of each muscle was felt, and the lacking part was controlled with internal air.

When people see it, they’ll say it’s crazy.

However, the more I continued to move, the more convinced I was that this was the correct answer.

Manryu Gwijong (萬流歸宗).

There is not just one path to martial arts, just keep working hard.

The anger he felt at Moorim naturally faded, and only a sense of satisfaction filled his entire body.

This is it.

This must be why I woke up again.

I failed in my previous life, but this time I will reach the ultimate in martial arts.

* * *

Shame on the Bernstein family.

The less-than-great heir of a great family, Karl von Bernstein, has changed.

The idiot who covets women on the street and takes medicine every day doesn’t even look at women and medicine.

At the same time, I completely lost my memory.

Such unbelievable rumors hit the Bernstein estate.

The most luxurious room in the Bernstein family’s mansion.

A sturdy middle-aged man and a girl were sitting opposite each other and talking.

“That’s right.”

Marquess of Bernstein, Heinrich von Bernstein.

The iron-walled swordsman who protects the harsh northern part of the Franz Empire, where monster invasions do not cease, said with cold eyes shining.

“Yes, Father.”

Arya von Bernstein, daughter of Margrave Bernstein, answered.

Even though the eldest son of the family is Carol, there are even cautious predictions that the position of the next Marquis will be taken by Arya.

Contrary to Carol, who was called the disgrace of the family, she was the Bernstein family’s talent and pride.

“Even though it’s my son, I can’t believe it. How can people change so much in an instant? That idiot who wouldn’t budge no matter what he tried?”

“Maybe… it seems to be the aftermath of losing your memory altogether, but can we just watch?”

“okay. Maybe it’s better not to have memories. For now, just watch. I don’t need any help.”

Marquis Heinrich said in a cold voice that was hard to believe for speaking about his son.

“I understand, Father.”

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