Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Dealing with a Lazy Bastard (1)

“No, but… this idiot!”

Baek Muhan beat his chest in frustration.

“I’ve told you a thousand times that those bastards from the Demon Cult are useless trash! I know your level is comparable to that of a pathetic arthropod, but I didn’t think you were so incapable of understanding!”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

Wei Yanho didn’t give an inch either.

“I don’t know how it was in the Master’s time, but now times have changed! Ah, it’s impossible to reason with a stubborn old man like you! Now is the era where the Demon Cult dominates!”

“How can it be possible that those wretches have surpassed their martial limitations?”

“It’s possible, that’s why I’m in this situation! Even Mount Hua and Shaolin, which the Master respected, were beaten by the Cult and are running away like rats!”

“Easier to believe that the sun rises in the west! Do you think that after 300 years in a cave I’m going to swallow that lie?”

“Ugh, how exasperating!”

Wei Yanho hit his chest hard.

“I don’t know about conventions or anything, but that’s the current reality! Twenty years ago there was a great war that almost destroyed the martial world. I’ve told you!”

“Wow.”

Baek Muhan shook his head in disbelief.

“That can’t be possible…”

“Why not? You yourself said that the potential of the Demonic Arts is not negligible. That they were the only style that could compare to yours.”

“True.”

“Then isn’t it possible that the Cult has resurfaced?”

“Precisely for that reason I say it’s impossible.”

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho’s eyes widened.

“Of course, the Demonic Arts are a superior style. Even if they have been mixed with garbage, their original form is excellent. But 300 years ago, only the empty shell of their true essence remained. How could they resurface from that?”

“Wouldn’t it be possible for someone at the Master of Divine Abilities level?”

“Hey, brat! That’s obvious. If I do it, everything is possible. Who do you think I am?”

“Was it necessary to boast at this moment?”

“Boast? I’m just stating facts. If the truth sounds like presumption, what do you want me to do? I can’t be false out of modesty.”

“…Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

Wei Yanho replied disdainfully.

“You wretch! Can’t you admire me with more sincerity?”

“That was at the beginning! When you boast 35 times a day, how am I going to admire you every time? I’m not asking for modesty! But at least vary your speech!”

Paf!

“Guaaah!”

Wei Yanho rolled on the ground clutching his head.

“What audacity to yell at your master like that!”

Wei Yanho looked at Baek Muhan with resentment in his eyes.

“Lower your gaze. Before I tear your eyes out.”

“Yes.”

Wei Yanho submissively lowered his gaze.

There is no logic in the face of violence. Even less when it comes from the possessor of the most absolute force in the world, who does not hesitate to use it against his disciple.

What choice is there? All that remains is to submit.

“I could do it, but what is the probability that another like me will appear?”

“Didn’t you say it would be possible if the Heavenly Demon resurrected?”

“Possible, yes… but…”

Baek Muhan smiled mockingly.

“What is the probability that right after my death that demon will decide to revive and reform the martial arts? According to you, he has already resurrected and reorganized the Cult’s style, but do you think he would be so peaceful?”

“Then what the hell happened?”

“No idea, that’s why I say it doesn’t make sense!”

“…Maybe the Cult found a bunch of complete ancient manuals.”

“Do I need to give you another lesson on the futility of manuals?”

“No. That was enough.”

Wei Yanho shuddered.

Baek Muhan loved to talk. Perhaps because of his personality, or because of the 300 years of silence in the cave, the fact is that he was talkative.

At first, Wei Yanho appreciated it, as at least he had company. But now… the topics were limited and the repetitions infinite.

He had only heard the “futility of manuals” about twenty times.

“Anyway, I don’t care how they resurfaced. Just tell me how to face them.”

“Face them? Why?”

“They say it’s difficult to counteract demonic energy. That its nature is different from normal energy.”

“Oh?”

Baek Muhan looked at Wei Yanho in surprise.

“For you to think about that… the sun must have risen in the west.”

Here you couldn’t distinguish where the sun rose, but that was irrelevant.

“Just in case.”

“Just in case?”

“Yes.”

Wei Yanho smiled maliciously.

“Staying at home avoids dangers, but the Cult are the only ones who would break into where one rests. If I learn martial arts, I want to be able to use them when necessary.”

“…Wow.”

Baek Muhan shook his head.

He didn’t know whether to be grateful that he was at least thinking about using his abilities, or to scold him for his attitude.

In any case.

“Demonic energy… it’s certainly annoying to face.”

“That’s what they say.”

“Compared to pure energy, demonic energy is more violent. Its speed and nature make it feel more dangerous, even with equal strength.”

“So what do we do?”

“What do we do? Boy!”

“Huh?”

Baek Muhan clicked his tongue.

“Do you think there are prefabricated solutions? And if there were, they shouldn’t be used. What merit is there in defeating the Demonic Arts with tricks?”

“…”

“A man must advance with determination, regardless of the opponent’s tricks.”

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Wei Yanho applauded sarcastically.

“Very valuable opinion. You do that. I would prefer practical advice.”

“You wretch!”

Baek Muhan raised his hand, but this time Wei Yanho didn’t stand still. He rolled skillfully, dodging the blow, and smiled mockingly.

“Huh? You dodged it?”

“You’re wrong if you think I’ll keep accepting abuse.”

“Oh?”

Baek Muhan nodded approvingly.

“I see you have progressed.”

“Hehe, that’s right.”

“As a reward for your progress, I’ll tell you.”

“Huh?”

“You asked how to face the Demonic Arts, right?”

“Yes!”

“Mmm, how to explain it? Which do you think is stronger: yang or yin energy?”

“…What does it matter? The strongest wins.”

“Correct. Well said.”

Crunch.

The sound of Baek Muhan’s knuckles echoed in Wei Yanho’s ears.

“W-wait, Master?”

“Everything in this world has strengths and weaknesses. Martial arts are no different. My style may be strong against some and weak against others. Do you know how to overcome it?”

“…I have a bad feeling…”

“Water puts out fire, but a forest fire can’t be extinguished even with rain. Demonic Arts? Demonic energy? How to counteract it? Don’t worry! I’ll train you until no style is a threat! Get ready!”

Seeing Baek Muhan charge towards him, Wei Yanho murmured in a broken voice:

“S-stubborn old man… he really doesn’t understand.”

* * *

‘But he was right.’

Wei Yanho carefully observed the demonic energy emanating from Tang Yoon-gul’s body.

No matter what attributes demonic energy has. The answer to any power is a superior one.

The problem was that Tang Yoon-gul’s body would not withstand the clash between his energy and the demonic energy.

So… delicately.

Suppress it with force, but never with violence. Match its intensity and proceed calmly.

Wei Yanho’s eyes shone.

Nothing to worry about.

He could handle any situation. His master’s brutal training had impregnated his body with all kinds of techniques.

Sometimes he hated it, but now he was grateful…

‘Grateful, my foot!’

The mere thought made him grit his teeth.

Wei Yanho released his energy. A white and radiant light burst from his fingers.

Radiance.

The demonic energy recoiled at the flash, as if afraid.

‘Huh?’

What was this?

Wei Yanho blinked in surprise.

It is true that against a superior power all resistance is useless, but Tang Yoon-gul’s demonic energy was shrinking more than expected.

Like a beast before the fire.

It seemed terrified by the opposing energy, not knowing where to take refuge.

‘It wasn’t like this before.’

He had faced demonic energy before. Against the Radiant Martial Sovereign, its oppressive nature had made him suffer. Why this difference?

‘Could it be because this one is weaker?’

Whatever the reason, it was welcome. Wei Yanho directed his energy to compress the demonic energy.

“What are you doing?”

“W-wait!”

Tang Cheongun seemed to notice the change. His movements to absorb the poison accelerated.

“Can you resist?”

“Yes! I can still take it! I can do it!”

“Good!”

Tang Cheongun waved his hands, reabsorbing all the scattered poison. Then he placed his palm on Tang Yoon-gul’s head and sucked out the remaining poison.

His fingers turned red.

“Ugh, it’s virulent.”

“And that’s what the Poison King says?”

“Scarlet Poison is not just anyone! Only I could withstand it!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

“Damn it!”

Cold sweat ran down Tang Cheongun’s forehead.

“A little more!”

Then, a change occurred. Tang Yoon-gul’s reddened body began to regain its original color, starting with the feet. The poison was being extracted.

“It works!”

The leader of the Medical Hall shouted with joy.

“No, I don’t think so.”

Wei Yanho pointed to the feet. After regaining their color, they began to blacken again.

“W-what? I already extracted all the poison.”

“It’s the demonic energy.”

Wei Yanho sighed.

The compressed demonic energy was moving to where there was no poison. If they didn’t prevent it, it would consume the clean body completely.

“How troublesome.”

Wei Yanho pressed Tang Yoongul’s dantian.

And then…

“Hiyah!”

A suction force began to absorb the residual demonic energy.