019. Actually, My Wish Was to Have a Restriction Placed on Me by Someone!
019. Actually, My Wish Was to Have a Restriction Placed on Me by Someone!
Mae I-ran's Heavenly Steel Jiangshi were clearly not weak. They possessed durability sturdy enough to exchange blows with Sama Damcheon, who had an Indestructible Vajra Body, and since they were corpses, there was no worry about stamina depletion, making prolonged battles possible.
The internal energy unique to Jiangshi, akin to poison, was perfect for cornering an opponent.
They weren't at a level to stop Sama Damcheon, who had hunted even dragons in The Tower and completed the conquest, but to put it differently, they also weren't things that would shatter from a single punch of his.
Nevertheless, there were two reasons why Sama Damcheon could destroy them one by one with a single punch, rendering them non-functional.
First, Mae I-ran needed to form hand seals with her hands to properly exert their martial prowess. While there was a system for automatic counterattacks to protect herself, the response was inevitably duller compared to when they acted under direct commands hammered in through sorcery.
The second reason was that when he targeted that opening and struck their heads, he didn't use simple strong energy, but unleashed his own unique technique called Yin-Yang Reversal Energy.
It's a technique that utilizes the recoil generated by deliberately shattering the harmony of Yin and Yang to draw out even more powerful force in an instant. It's not really a good technique, as without the Indestructible Vajra Body physique, one would simply self-destruct.
That's how he had taken down two Heavenly Steel Jiangshi in one go with punches that exploited an opening to raise instantaneous firepower beyond its limits.
It's just that Sama Damcheon's attitude was too nonchalant, so to Mae I-ran, it merely looked like the gestures of a Martial God.
"A servant? Why would I, who only knows clumsy necromancy and plays with toys, take in a Blood Cult granny?"
Even though she had directly knelt and begged for mercy, what returned to Mae I-ran was scathing humiliation.
Even if she let being called 'granny' slide, he evaluated the sorcery she had trained her whole life as 'clumsy necromancy' and disparaged the Jiangshi arts that had taken the arm of a former Martial Alliance Leader as 'playing with toys'.
'Want to try fighting with your eyes closed?'
Mae I-ran, who was kneeling with her head bowed, slightly rolled her pupils upward.
There lay her masterpieces, collapsed with their heads caved in.
'Endure it. They say a gentleman's revenge takes ten years.'
Etiquette had been naturally instilled in her.
'For this one who uses the Soul Transfer Technique, lifespan is practically endless. If I endure, in the end, this one will win.'
Mae I-ran, who was brilliantly rationalizing, flinched.
Killing intent.
How dense and pure that killing intent was. Mae I-ran's heart nearly stopped for a moment.
An Elder of the Blood Cult like her almost died of cardiac arrest from killing intent.
Drip.
Her back became damp with cold sweat. It felt as if some enormous being she shouldn't know about was watching her.
Could he really be a Martial God? Was a being who should have ascended to immortality breaking the rules and forcibly remaining in the mortal world?
Her thoughts didn't continue for long.
"Ugh!"
The killing intent only grew denser.
Because it began to constrict her heart.
If she didn't want to die, she had to try something. The moment she judged that, she pressed her forehead to the floor and shouted.
"A restriction! You can place a restriction on me!"
"Even if I place a restriction on a necromancy expert, you'll just undo it yourself, and you expect me to believe you?"
"Gu poison! You can feed me Gu poison too!"
"I don't raise things like Gu poison."
With each precise retort, Mae I-ran's anger surged. She was told to convince him, but this attitude seemed to have no intention of being convinced at all.
But if she gave up because it was unreasonable, her head would likely become a headless ghost like those Heavenly Steel Jiangshi collapsed over there.
"T-the Great Elder! At the residence where our sect's Great Elder stays, there is Gu poison! You can feed me that! ......Cough! Cough!"
Perhaps because she shouted too hard, she coughed as if her lungs were strained. Actually, it wasn't strange, as the age of the body she had recently transferred into was well past sixty.
"Great Elder?"
Sa-ma Ryang, who had been quietly watching from behind, interjected into the conversation.
"Blood Spirit Granny. Did the Blood Cult have such a position?"
"It does."
Sama Damcheon raised a fist towards Mae I-ran who was answering.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Strong energy roared violently.
"Don't use informal speech with Mother. If you spit out informal speech to Mother again, I'll pull out your tongue, pierce your lips from top to bottom, and let you starve to death."
"......."
A threat of unparalleled ferocity.
Is this really a threat uttered by someone walking the righteous path?
'Ah. He's not a human bastard.'
Come to think of it, isn't he a bastard son clinging to his stepmother? Having understood, Mae I-ran bowed her head and answered with more courtesy.
"As the Family Head-nim said, originally our sect did not have such a position. But not long ago, a sect member who had gone missing returned, having become unbelievably strong. Recognizing that strength, we had no choice but to create the position of Great Elder."
"How strong is he that the Blood Cult's Elders voluntarily acknowledged him?"
"In terms of Jiangshi arts, he is ahead of even me... The hundreds of Jiangshi currently attacking the Sama Clan, or the Jiangshi surrounding this area, are also part of the Great Elder's Jiangshi. I merely borrowed the authority to issue commands."
"Huh. That's truly unusual."
Sa-ma Ryang shook her head with a serious expression.
"Jiangshi are Jiangshi, even if not that strong. For weak martial artists, even one like me would require a life-or-death struggle, but to have hundreds, thousands of such things... What kind of fortuitous encounter did he obtain to become like that-?"
Sa-ma Ryang stopped mid-sentence and turned her head to the side. There was Sama Damcheon, who claimed to have been trapped in Great Immortal Daera's fortuitous encounter for ten years and recently emerged.
Glancing at Mae I-ran, she questioned Sama Damcheon via sound transmission.
[Son. Perhaps, this might be your mother's delusion... but did that Blood Cult's Great Elder also obtain that, Great Immortal Daera's fortuitous encounter?]
[Mother. I don't know what kind of guy that Great Elder is, but what I can tell you for sure is that I'm not the only one who wasted time trapped in Great Immortal Daera's fortuitous encounter; there are probably dozens, close to hundreds of people.]
"!?"
Sa-ma Ryang's pupils trembled.
Assuming Sama Damcheon's words were true, predicting the situation meant that dozens, hundreds of monsters who obtained fortuitous encounters were now beginning to creep out into the martial world.
Just taking Sama Damcheon right beside her as an example, he boasts a physique as strong as a Vajra Warrior, and the Blood Cult's Great Elder commands thousands of Jiangshi.
'My son was a benefactor to our family.'
If Sama Damcheon had not coincidentally visited her family.
If he had taken a suitable reward and left.
If she had handed over the Madocheonseong-gong and she had not accepted his temptation to the end, causing him to leave.
Wouldn't the Sama Clan, by now, be surrounded by hundreds of Jiangshi, continuing a blood-draining battle until reaching annihilation?
It was easy to calculate that if Dam Cheon hadn't come and become Sama Damcheon, no matter how she thought about it, the Sama Clan would not have seen a good outcome.
Her intelligent mind concluded that the possibility of reaching the worst situation was as high as ninety percent.
But she wasn't anxious.
'Because my son will protect me, protect the family.'
According to Mae I-ran's words, the condition for opening the formation included treating even a fetus as a life.
She was now carrying Sama Damcheon's baby in her womb.
She had concluded that she would have no connection with the baby for the rest of her life, but as soon as she violated heavenly principles and committed adultery, a child entered like this.
And because of this child, Sama Damcheon would protect her and protect the family.
Knowing the martial power of her beloved son, and trusting her beloved son.
Sa-ma Ryang wasn't particularly worried.
Right now, as the Family Head, the most urgent task was to quickly save the family.
"Blood Spirit Granny. You said you have the authority to control the Jiangshi. Then can you stop the Jiangshi currently attacking the family?"
"I can. If you wish, I can even make them self-destruct."
"No. There's no need to make them self-destruct. Just stopping their functions is enough."
"Yes. Then, excuse me."
Mae I-ran, getting up, carefully formed a seal while watching Sama Damcheon, who was still glaring at her.
If she hadn't said 'excuse me' now, wouldn't her hand have been smashed? That's how much it felt to Mae I-ran that Sama Damcheon's eyes were rolling.
Forming the seal, she consumed a small amount of energy.
"Hoo. Yes. As instructed, I have stopped the Jiangshi's functions."
"Good. Then now I'll place a restriction on you. According to what you told my son, placing a restriction should be fine, right?"
"......."
Mae I-ran's expression soured.
"Tsk!"
Sama Damcheon clicked his tongue.
Mae I-ran's expression broke into a bright smile.
"Actually, my wish was to have a restriction placed on me by someone!"
At this, the mother and son pair looked disgusted.
"That's a bit..."
"She truly is a crazy bitch."
"......."
Mae I-ran, in her heart, wanted to retort, 'I'm more normal than you mother-and-son bastards clinging together and eating!'
Of course, the moment she really spat it out, her neck would split into 'neck/head', so she only said it internally.
She slowly began preparing the restriction. Taking out from her bosom the sacrificial object that would serve as the medium for activating the restriction, she properly focused.
"Isn't placing a restriction an easy task? Why prepare so much?"
"Come to think of it, that's true. Blood Cult fanatics die by seven-aperture bleeding when the restriction activates if they try to betray."
"...That's a cheap restriction. If you even mention it by mistake, you die right away. The restriction I'm placing on myself is a high-grade restriction that forcibly restrains even bringing up the subject, so such preparation is necessary."
No matter that she's placing the restriction on herself, she doesn't want to die. So, Mae I-ran was preparing a high-grade restriction to prepare for any accidental mishap.
Towards such Mae I-ran, Sama Damcheon spoke with a bored expression.
"Annoying. Let's just place a cheap restriction."
"......."
She wanted to say, please don't treat other people's lives like flies.