Chapter 282

Episode 282:

As soon as I got started, I felt nervous.

Do you have memories of your past life?

Who on earth would believe a story like this?

Damun and Hao Wenju were able to easily convince them because they were supported by situational factors.

On the other hand, what about Dokgo Woojin?

No basis was given to determine the truth of the story.

‘The disciple who came back from the dead is spouting absurd stories out of nowhere, so you might be suspicious that he got his head injured in the fight with the Blood Flower Witch.’

Even if I were in Dokgo Woojin’s position, I would have wondered what kind of nonsense this was.

It was fortunate that I wasn’t treated like a crazy person.

“.......”

Dokgo Woojin just stared at me quietly without any change in expression.

There was no reaction of any kind, so I felt nervous.

‘It’s already spilled water.’

Even if I regretted it, there was no turning back now.

I tried to pretend to have a calm expression and continued talking.

“It might be hard to believe, but it’s true. Ah, I said it was a past life, but I don’t have memories of the distant past. “In fact, it’s the opposite.”

“.......”

“In my previous life, I was caught up in an internal power struggle among the forces I was involved in and died when I was just over two years old. And with that memory in mind, I returned to my childhood.”

“.......”

“Please say something. “My disciple is embarrassed because he doesn’t respond at all.”

“Keep talking.”

“Do you believe it? “Such an absurd story?”

“well. I plan to listen to the end and then judge. “But I can tell you this much with certainty.”

“......?”

“At least I can tell that you’re not playing around.”

I said ‘pick’ and laughed.

It was a reply worthy of Dokgo Woojin.

It was amazing how people could be so consistent.

I felt like a fool for feeling anxious until just before.

“First of all, I want to say I’m sorry. “I told Master a few lies.”

“lie?”

“Do you remember how I told you that I had come to see you when we first met at the Hwangryongmu Pavilion?”

“You said you got the information through Hao Wen.”

“That’s a lie. In reality, I went to find my teacher by tracing my memories of my past life. “To become a disciple and learn the White Thunder Divine Art.”

“.......”

“In my past life, my teacher was a leader of the Murim Alliance. He was called the King of Kwon and fought in countless battlefields.”

“...I was called the King of Powers?”

“yes. “Master took the vacancy created when the head of the Hwangbo Family’s Taesang family was killed by a vampire demon.”

“That’s an amazing story. But through what circumstances did I in my past life become blind?”

“It is to take revenge on Cheonakgun.”

“Revenge...”

“A revenge ghost that wanders the battlefield to comfort the soul of a dead child. That was Master.”

“Right. “It seems that in the original history without your involvement, I lost my son due to the evil demon.”

“That’s right.”

“There is one thing I don’t understand.”

“If you have any questions, ask. “I will answer everything.”

“If you knew about me and the demon demon, why didn’t you prepare for a situation where Seong was kidnapped?”

“That’s...”

“I’m not trying to argue, just to tell you. I just didn’t think your explanation fit the situation at the time. There are a few strange things about it that make it seem like he was just acting to win my favor. For example, at that time, you were driven to the brink of death by the evil devil.”

“To put it simply, the timing wasn’t right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Originally, in history, your son was kidnapped by the Ghost Army and transported to the Demonic Cult, something that happened a little further in the future. History changed because of my intervention. “I was quite embarrassed at the time.”

“I understand what you mean.”

“Could you please listen to my disciple’s request?”

“However much.”

* * *

The poison king’s funeral has begun.

Even though it was the funeral of an absolute master who occupied the first place in the Ten Thousand Emperors, there were not many mourners.

Well-connected clans and families only sent a suitable assortment of gifts.

The reason was simple.

This was because the party, with its closed nature, refused to allow outsiders to enter.

Grumble! Come on!

Unfortunately, my body did not recover to the point where I could move.

Since I couldn’t walk on my own two feet, I had no choice but to sit on a chair on wheels and watch the ceremony from afar.

The warriors of the Tang family were busy moving around and preparing for the cremation.

It seems that the Tang family traditionally preferred cremation to burial because if the body of a poisoner was buried as is, poison would seep into the ground.

Looking at the poison king’s body lying on a high pile of wood, I had a mixed feeling.

Grumble!

The flames soared high into the sky.

The family members of the party family who were watching the burning flames had tears in their eyes.

Some people even sat down and cried loudly.

What Dang Sang-jin said to me in the past flashed through my mind.

[You mean the rumors going around in Gangho? Those are largely true. He was so crazy about martial arts that he didn’t pay attention to other things, and he also neglected his wife, whom he took in at a late age. When I think about it now, I was really immature. I couldn’t come to my senses until my wife passed away from a chronic illness.] [As I

got older and looked back on my past life, I felt pathetic. It made me wonder how a person who was indifferent to his own family would become the head of the family after hearing such a big story.]

Dang Sang-jin said that he was unpopular, but now that I look at it, it seems that wasn’t necessarily true.

The efforts he made to correct his mistakes in his old age were not in vain.

Many people were truly saddened and mourned his death.

“.......”

I waited for a while to quietly look at Tang Seo-yeon, standing in mourning clothes and shedding tears.

I looked back at God, who was holding the handle attached to the back of the chair, and said,

“I’ll just head back.”

“already? “The ceremony isn’t even over yet.”

“As a foreigner, I will only be a hindrance if I stay there until the end.”

“I don’t really think so...”

“Please.”

“I’m afraid you might be mistaken, so I’m telling you, I’m not your exclusive servant.”

“Is there anyone in the world who can treat the gods of the world like servants?”

Shinui grumbles lightly and pushes the chair.

I turned my head, stared at the burning flames, and muttered to myself.

‘Rest in peace. Seniors.’

* * *

There was something I realized after focusing only on the use of internal energy for 15 days.

‘My senses have expanded.’

As Sinui said, the total amount of internal energy decreased slightly.

Permanent losses were incurred as a result of operating the gold mine.

However, the knack for utilizing internal strength has actually increased.

It was thanks to the fact that I was able to experience the next level, even if only for a short time, while using the Pokjam Demon Attack.

It has been stagnant ever since I ascended Hwagyeong.

Although I had improved my skills and broadened my range of tactics, I had no idea what I needed to do to reach the top of the ranks.

‘But.’

The fight against the Blood Witch showed me a path.

I felt like I vaguely knew it.

What do I need to do to reach the next level?

How can I overcome the wall?

‘It was only after I passed the critical moment that I gained direction. I guess this is called a blessing in disguise.’