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miracle.

We call it a ‘miracle’ because the impossible happened, but there is a limit to it.

When we reach a place that is beyond human reach, everyone calls it a miracle.

Now, the realm of God.

When some Taoist priests say that they wish to become ‘immortals’ by cultivating the Way, the immortals, the monks of Shaolin Temple or the nuns of the Ami sect wishing to be possessed by ‘Buddha’, or the beings worshipped by the Sun God Temple in Nanman are like that.

Those beings who are said to be in the sky, such as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Queen Mother of the West, and the Great Heavenly Being, could be called gods.

For example, Dongbangsak, who lived three thousand years by just eating one peach.

In the realm of God, it is extremely natural and easy, but in the realm of humans, it is impossible, so humans tend to praise and uphold it as a god.

however.

What the hell is this?

“Huh.”

The dead man opened his eyes wide.

It’s not like the eyes just opened after death and the spirit took possession of them.

Ugh, ugh.

There was a strange noise somewhere, the sound of something coming together.

Zzz, tsk, slap.

The sound of disjointed pieces of flesh interlocking due to some evil energy.

Cheese drama.

I don’t know how to describe it, the sound of something that was frozen slowly loosening and trying to move-

“Sigh.”

It comes down and stops.

“I was just hoping, but it’s fortunate that I took precautions in advance.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Even though Murong Xue, who had already drawn her sword opposite me, was flustered, she breathed sword energy into her sword and pointed down at me with eyes that expected something.

“Hey, should I cut it again?”

“First of all, I think you’re listening right now.”

“Uh….”

“It’s not just that he couldn’t speak because his throat was cut…it’s that he couldn’t speak because there was a needle stuck in his acupuncture point.”

I pointed to the needles embedded in Yoo Ki-yeon’s body.

Before pouring my blood into her mouth, I made one preparation in advance, which was a measure to prepare for an unexpected event – [Yu Gi-yeon’s resurrection].

So that you don’t suddenly jump up like a zombie and attack the practitioner.

I had hoped that a miracle would happen, and it really did.

Perhaps that is the miracle that Yu Gi-yeon was hoping for.

“Ha….”

For a moment, a deep sense of fatigue sets in.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

It can treat varicose veins.

It is possible to return to the starting point of your twenties.

…A [miracle] that was completely different from that happened.

Is this possible for all corpses?

If you sprinkle blood on bones, will new flesh grow?

Or is it only possible for corpses that have been dead for only a few days?

If there is such a thing as a soul, is the Yoo Ki-yeon who is currently rolling her eyes left and right to try to understand the situation the same Yoo Ki-yeon who died at the hands of Murong Seol?

“Ms. Yoo Ki-yeon.”

Yoo Ki-yeon looks at me at my question.

Judging from the way it reacted properly, it is definitely an intelligent being.

“You are dead.”

The zombies simply react to the sound and follow it, without sending such an intense gaze.

“It is against humanity and morality for the dead to come back to life. Therefore, I will kill you again.”

I took a needle out of the mortar.

“Representative.”

“Miss Mo Yong. Leave it to me for now.”

Mo Yongseol looked at me, but I continued to lower my hand that was holding the long needle.

“Yu Gi-yeon. You foolishly judged and judged Murong on your own, and brought shame upon Murong that cannot be washed away.”

Even in the Demonic Cult, they would say, “Oh, this is a bit much,” and it was such a dirty act.

“And that shame was passed on to the Demonic Cult as well.”

From now on, it’s a threat mixed with lies.

“You probably know a little about me. In fact, isn’t there a common story in the martial arts world? Among the later leaders of various sects, those with relatively dark futures were eliminated, and those positions were taken by the Demonic Cult’s lurkers.”

I also know this because I am a sleeper, and this is a secret that is not a secret that is tacitly kept shut among the various martial arts sects.

“The target of the poisoners is sometimes a sect, but sometimes it is just one person. And in the case of a sect or family that judges that the person’s disciple is not satisfactory or that it is better to abandon him, there are cases where they bring him in as a descendant even though they know he is a poisoner.”

For example, the disciple of Jang Moon-in, who had his head blown off by the swordsman Mo Yong-cheon, was the Jeomchangpa.

Although she did not know that she was the hidden daughter of Cheonma, the new disciple of Jeomchang, Soyeonjeok, who was the poisonous girl, stayed at Jeomchang because Jeomchang opened his clouded eyes and accepted Soyeonjeok as his disciple.

“The same goes for recruitment.”

Murong Shi also accepted me and my master Ma Baek-myeon to treat Murong Xue.

“In this era where the boundaries between black and white are blurred, and the power of the Gupaebang and Odaeseaga is now purely important, you really did something to the Moyongseaga for such an absurd reason.”

The needle reaches right in front of the pupil.

Yoo Ki-yeon’s eyes were shaking wildly, but Yoo Ki-yeon couldn’t move and could only watch the needle reach her eyes.

“Not only you, but many others will come to Moyong in the future. Even if they are not as stupid as you, there will be people who are smarter than you who will come with very evil schemes.”

Yoo Ki-yeon’s eyes shake greatly.

I feel like I have some idea about these people I’m talking about, and I want to say something passionately with my eyes.

“Why do you want to live?”

Nod.

Yu Ki-yeon tightly shuts her eyelids and opens them, expressing her affirmation.

“After being killed once, are you afraid of death?”

Nod.

I have never experienced death, but Yu Gi-yeon died and came back to life.

To be honest, I’m curious about the ‘process’ from the moment of death until now.

I wonder if I’m wandering around in a spirit state.

Or maybe I’m feeling like I’ve just woken up from a deep sleep.

Or, if there is a place called hell, perhaps I stepped into it for a moment and then suddenly returned to my physical body as a spirit.

Curiosity about the afterlife continues to grow, but it is something to be done with those who can communicate.

“The daughter of the Demonic Cult… who is ashamed to call her a disciple of the Self-Inspection, Young-joo Yoo Ki-yeon. There is only one thing I want to ask you.”

I lightly dabbed my saliva on Yu Gi-yeon’s forehead.

“You have now died once and come back to life.”

Tap tap, tap the tip of the needle with your index finger and concentrate all your nerves on the area between your eyebrows.

“When you first received the prescription for Geukyangjihwan, you wanted to cure your varicose veins and at the same time become younger.”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Then what do you wish for now?”

If a miracle is something that grants whatever the subject desires.

“Ah, you don’t have to think about it too much.”

Whether it is what comes to mind or what the spirit desires, at least [the dead] will have only one wish.

“I just wanted to confirm one thing.”

What to check.

When dealing with the world of martial arts in the future, I cannot help but think about one important issue.

“How many times will miracles happen?”

I thrust the needle a little deeper and lower.

“!!”

“Why are you so surprised? It didn’t even pierce the bone.”

There is a reaction in Yoo Ki-yeon’s body.

“If you want, blink your eyes quickly three times.”

Yoo Ki-yeon asks with trembling eyes.

what?

“If you don’t want to live any longer, if you wish for eternal death.”

I stepped back.

“Young lady, one more time, can you? This time, your heart.”

“Can you please move to the side because it’s popping out?”

Mo Yongseol grabbed his sword in a counterattack and immediately swung it down as soon as I stepped back.

Phew!

No blood was spilled.

Is it because the blood has already drained?

If a needle is inserted into an acupuncture point but no blood flows, then what is the movement that the needle blocked by the acupuncture point?

“…If there is no blood, what on earth can we live by?”

I was curious for a moment, but that’s how Yoo Ki-yeon met her second death.

“Young lady. Just like that.”

I cut my palm with the knife once more, and let the blood flow along the knife and onto Yu Gi-yeon’s body.

Knock, knock, knock.

Blood flowed out, and after a very short time.

“……!!”

“Wow, really.”

“Uh, um….”

“This is how it works.”

Yoo Ki-yeon opened her eyes again.

“Ms. Yoo Ki-yeon.”

I quickly retrieved the needles near the lower part of the organic cotton swab.

“With this, I died three times.”

“Ugh, ahh….”

Even before the needle pressing on the acupuncture point was completely removed, Yoo Ki-yeon tried to say something.

“Du, woo….”

The moment the last needle is retrieved.

“Twice, right, ahhhh…!”

He glared at me with eyes full of venom and anger and spoke as if spitting blood.

“No.”

After I retrieved the needle, I pointed to Yu Gi-yeon’s neck to Mo Yong-seol.

“Three times.”

Crunch!

“……Phew.”

“Excuse me, sir…?”

“…Moyong So-jeo.”

I looked at Yu Gi-yeon’s neck, which had been cut off again in a similar way to how it had been cut the first time, and lightly traced the blood flowing on my hand with my thumb.

licking.

“‘s, congressman?!”

“……um.”

I desperately hoped for it, desperately hoped for it, but it didn’t work.

“I don’t think it works for me.”

“What, what did you hope for….”

“The best in the world?”

sincerely.

“To be more specific, I want the power to protect you myself even if everyone in the world is after you.”

I was hoping for it, but it seems like it’s impossible for me.

“…then.”

Mo Yongseol came to me and grabbed my hands with both of his.

“Wouldn’t it be okay if I did that?”

With eyes that showed firm determination, she pulled my hand.

Blink, blink.

hmm.

I thought, this is what they mean when they say that if you soak it, it will get better.

* * *

And, that moment.

Whew.

In the middle of a snowy field.

A white-haired woman and a middle-aged man in black are moving northward even in a snowstorm.

“Listen. Baekmyeon. Is that really true?”

“…….”

“That guy named Seokmuwol, is that really the kind of person he is?”

“Hmm. Are you desperate?”

The white-haired woman and her face turned their heads.

“A human-shaped swarm sent down from heaven to earth?”

“…….”

“If you really want it, then follow me now. No matter how much you want the fleet, it’s meaningless if you get cut off before you even get the fleet.”

“Death….”

“What we need is a shield to block the sword of absolute death that is coming down upon us.”

Baekmyeon smiled faintly and took out a piece of old paper from his bosom.

“The lifeline that can protect us from the Black Sword, but also the one that can bring greater chaos to the martial arts world.”

“…you.”

The man in black asked.

“What do you want? Why did you leave him alone, knowing that he was the fleet, knowing that you could monopolize him at any time?”

“Well. The destruction of the Demonic Cult? Or chaos throughout the Central Plains?”

Baekmyeon smiled faintly.

“Cheonma threw the world into chaos with the Cheonma Shingong and made the world tremble in fear.”

In the snowy field, Baekmyeon spread his arms and his eyes, whiter than the snowy field, sparkled.

“But he was defeated by Geomseong. As long as Geomseong lives, there will be no chaos in the martial arts world.”

“You….”

“But now it’s different.”

Baek-myeon turned his head and raised one index finger toward the black-clad man.

“Just by hiding the identity of one person, what kind of chaos do you think will unfold in the martial arts world in the future?”

“…….”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that story. Before I was ‘saved’ by you….”

Hehe.

“Someone told Mo Yong-seol that she should have sex with a man at least once before she dies.”

“…by any chance.”

“Yes.”

Baekmyeon smiled brightly.

“It’s me.”

Baek-myeon walked leisurely northward, carrying a backpack on his back.

“The Central Plains martial arts world will fall into great chaos, and there is an unspoken rule in the Cheonma Sect. The one who has the greatest influence on the Central Plains martial arts world and causes a ‘reverse movement’ is the one who becomes Cheonma-ji.”

“……You, no way.”

“My disciple.”

Baek Myeon put his hand on his chest and smiled faintly.

“I will break the current martial arts world and open a new era. Yes. Right now….”

Flutter.

“Going against nature.”

Baek Myeon stretched out his hands towards the sky.

“The era of the true Heavenly Demon.”