The Heavenly Demon Who Reigns

Phew-.

With a low sigh, Cheon Myeong wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

To think that he would sweat so much just by preparing medicine.

Usually, he didn't sweat during the manufacturing process, but if the amount was this much, the story was different.

"..."

Cheon Myeong got up from his seat and looked down at the works he had made.

At a glance, there were quite a lot of containers.

Inside each container, there was a medicine that Cheon Myeong had manufactured. And that too, with all different kinds.

'Did I make too much?'

Since he had been able to use the medicinal herbs of the Demonic Medical Hall freely, Cheon Myeong had been making various things as a test since then.

Of course, since not all kinds of medicinal herbs were in the Demonic Medical Hall, he had only made what he could, but still, when he looked at what he had made, the amount was enormous.

'That one is good for abrasions, that one is good for stopping bleeding, and that one is... was it a medicine that makes hair grow thick?'

Somehow, he had ended up making even such a thing.

Although that medicine would be something that people with hair loss would want to get at any cost, to be honest, it was less useful to Cheon Myeong than a wound medicine.

Because Cheon Myeong's hair was very thick.

In fact, it was strange for hair to be falling out at this age.

'Well, I'll probably have a use for this later.'

Even the Body Enhancement Pill, which he had thought would be the most useless to him, was now being used more usefully than anything else.

So wouldn't a medicine that makes hair grow also be used someday?

Cheon Myeong thought so and decided to keep all the medicines he had made without throwing them away.

'But still, since I made them, I want to use them.'

But that didn't mean he could use all these medicines himself.

In the first place, if he needed this much medicine, wouldn't that be more dangerous?

It seemed that he could keep a medicine that was good for wounds and use it later... but the problem was that it was a bit ambiguous to deal with the rest.

'Well, I can give the medicine that is good for the skin to Mihwa. Wrinkle removal? Did I make something like this too?'

Ah, he had just found a suitable opponent.

Come to think of it, at Hong Yeorin's age, wrinkles would be quite a concern.

Although he had not seen those wrinkles directly because she covered them with makeup, if she were to remove her makeup and reveal her bare face, wouldn't there be quite a lot of wrinkles?

Perhaps if she applied the medicine he had made, she wouldn't be able to get rid of all of them, but it would get considerably better.

'I should also put this in the trade items like the Body Enhancement Pill.'

He would just give it to Mihwa, but not to Hong Yeorin.

No, for now, should he just give it to her and let her experience the effect, and then throw the needle later?

If the fish didn't even get a taste of the bait, it wouldn't bite the needle, so that would be the same for Hong Yeorin.

'Yes, let's do that.'

He was about to think of other items to replace the Body Enhancement Pill.

It didn't seem bad to check the reaction in advance through this opportunity.

'And this is...'

Cheon Myeong picked up a medicine container.

Rattle- rattle-.

The sound coming from inside the medicine container.

From the sound of the pills rolling inside the container, something unusual was felt.

'...This is quite precious.'

Even if he didn't know about the others, Cheon Myeong was a little reluctant to give away what he was holding now.

The name of this medicine is Night King Pill.

As its name suggests, if one eats just one of these, that person can become the king of that night.

Of course, Cheon Myeong had not experienced the effect himself, but didn't the name itself sound appealing?

It was surely a medicine that a man would want to experience the effect of at least once.

"..."

But to be honest, there was no reason for Cheon Myeong to eat this medicine.

Now, he was so busy trying to figure out how to survive in this harsh Demonic Cult, so where would he have the leisure to be distracted by such a thing?

Moreover, since he had thought that he had enjoyed that part as much as he could in his previous life, he did not have any particular curiosity.

'And perhaps because my body has become younger, even if I don't eat it...'

Rather, if there had been something called Ya-seung-hwan, he would have eaten it.

To be able to become a monk at night, doesn't it sound like it has an excellent effect in another sense just by hearing the name?

But perhaps even that Yakssobang had not thought of a medicine that reduces virility, not increases it.

And for good reason, who would bother to eat such a medicine?

That's why, perhaps, there was no medicine with such an effect in the Medical Supplement Manual.

'It's a pity. If there had been, I would have been curious and would have tried it.'

Of course, except for Cheon Myeong who was here.

Perhaps it would even sell like hotcakes at Shaolin Temple.

"Hmm..."

Holding the container with the Night King Pill, Cheon Myeong was lost in thought.

And without fail, a hand that was directed at his chin.

Perhaps because he had had a beard before, it was Cheon Myeong's habit to put his hand on his chin like this when he had something to think about.

"Let's give this to Soyeon Sang."

Well, even if he gave it to him, would he have a use for it?

At least, Soyeon Sang would need this more than he did.

And although he hadn't said it to his face, Soyeonsang had a physiognomy that seemed to have a weak virility.

Perhaps with the Night King Pill as an opportunity, his loyalty to him would deepen, so let's give it to him as a gift.

'And the rest is...'

The rest were all things that were ambiguous to give to others.

If he gave an ambiguous thing as a gift, it would be worse than not giving it at all.

It seemed that he would have to keep the rest himself.

Swish-.

Cheon Myeong picked out the things to give as gifts and began to organize the rest.

'Come to think of it...'

A person who came to mind while he was organizing.

How was Cheon Seong doing now?

As he was looking at a medicine that was good for external injuries, Cheon Seong suddenly came to his mind.

'Is he using the medicine I gave him well?'

Cheon Myeong clearly remembered the wounds on Cheon Seong's two hands at that time.

That was a peculiar wound that was created when one swung a sword for a long time.

Since Cheon Myeong was also training with a sword, as soon as he saw Cheon Seong's wounds, he was able to know that fact.

Of course, at first, Cheon Myeong had also had wounds on his hands, but now, such wounds were no longer created.

Not only did he not overdo his training, but since his hands had become accustomed to the sword, it ended with calluses forming.

In the first place, if a wound of Cheon Seong's level were to be created, that would be close to torture, not training.

'Looking at him, it seems that he is continuing to swing his sword without even treating it properly.'

Such an unreasonable training would rather be a poison to him.

Although he wanted to give Cheon Seong some advice like that, would Cheon Seong even listen to him if he said it?

Looking at him, he seemed to be quite stubborn.

Giving him a good external injury medicine like at that time would be the best way for now.

'Come to think of it, he might have used up all the medicine I gave him then by now.'

Hmm... I've decided.

Shall I go and see my younger brother's face for the first time in a while, with a new medicine?

Since he had been planning to restore his relationship with Cheon Seong someday, it was a good pretext.

Even if they couldn't become close brothers, they should at least get along normally.

Perhaps because they were related by blood, he wanted to draw Cheon Seong to his side if possible.

"Baekjo."

As Cheon Myeong was thinking that, he suddenly called Baekjo.

Then, as if it were used to it, Baekjo flew to Cheon Myeong's side.

As Baekjo landed in front of him, Cheon Myeong said with a troubled face.

"Am I not too kind?"

"...?"

"I heard that it's not good to be too lenient with a younger brother because he'll climb all over you later. What should I do?"

"..."

There are many things I want to say, but I won't.

Baekjo did not say anything to Cheon Myeong's question.

* * *

Creak-.

A cautiously opening door. Cheon Myeong stuck his head out through the open crack in the door.

'He's there.'

As he stuck his head out, a training ground was spread out inside.

And a person who was swinging a sword in the center, it was Cheon Seong.

'He's still in the middle of training, so it wouldn't be good to disturb him.'

He had come to give him medicine, but he had no intention of disturbing Cheon Seong's training.

Moreover, Cheon Seong already thought of him as an eyesore, so if he were to disturb his training here.

The sword he was holding now might be directed at him.

"..."

But still, it would be okay to watch from a distance like this.

Since he was watching through the open crack in the door, it seemed that Cheon Seong had not noticed his presence.

Of course, it was originally a very rude act for someone to peek at someone else's training like this.

But was Cheon Seong a stranger to him?

There was no particular problem with him watching his younger brother's training as an older brother.

'Hmm... his achievement doesn't seem so high yet.'

The sword technique that Cheon Seong was now performing was the same as what he had learned, the Mad Dragon Demon Blade.

That's why Cheon Myeong was able to examine Cheon Seong's sword technique in more detail, but to be honest, by Cheon Myeong's standards, Cheon Seong's movements could be said to be poor.

It must have been several years since he had learned that sword technique.

Looking at him now, Cheon Myeong could only sigh.

'Well, is that natural?'

The Mad Dragon Demon Blade was a rather difficult sword technique for a person who did not know about the sword properly to learn.

So in order to learn it in earnest, wouldn't it take at least ten years for an ordinary person?

Before that, it would be a priority to get used to the sword first with another sword technique.

If not, there should be a proper master by his side from the beginning.

But looking at him, it didn't seem that Cheon Jin had become Cheon Seong's master... that meant that Cheon Seong had been learning the Mad Dragon Demon Blade by himself until now, so it was understandable that his achievement was so low.

'No, what on earth is that guy doing?'

His own Mad Dragon Demon Blade had been directly taught by Cheon Jin.

At that time, although it had not been for a long time, it seemed that Cheon Jin had shown quite a lot of enthusiasm and had taught him directly.

At that time, Cheon Seong would have also learned the current Mad Dragon Demon Blade with him.

Since he would have learned all the basic forms at that time, he would be training now based on that memory.

However, just by knowing the form, the achievement of the sword technique did not increase. There had to be a complex enlightenment, such as the sword path and the subtlety contained in the moves, in order for the achievement to truly increase.

The existence of a master is necessary for that reason.

In fact, since it is difficult to explain everything at once, one gives teachings by watching directly by the side at that time.

Well, if one were a great genius like him, one would be able to understand most of it just by seeing it once.

But he had heard that Cheon Seong was not so talented in martial arts, so the result of not having a master was appearing like that now.

'Even if he doesn't care about me, he doesn't care about Seong-i either...'

He understands that he was abandoned.

But since he had abandoned him, shouldn't he have focused more on his remaining son, Cheon Seong?

No matter how untalented he was in martial arts, if it were Cheon Jin, he would have been able to make him much better than now.

Especially since Cheon Seong was a guy who worked so hard on his own, a pretty good result might have come out...

'He doesn't think of raising his son, but he picks a disciple from the Five Great Demonic Families?'

But the funny thing is that even after picking a disciple, he doesn't do anything.

What on earth does Cheon Jin want to do?

If he could, he wanted to open Cheon Jin's head and look inside.

"..."

Cheon Myeong focused on Cheon Seong again.

Thinking about those circumstances, it seemed that he could understand to some extent why Cheon Seong resented him.

'If I could, I'd like to give him some advice by his side.'

But that would be impossible.

He would still be known to have lost his strength, and in the first place, Cheon Seong would not even try to receive his advice.

He had no choice but to swallow his frustration and give advice inwardly like this.

Whoosh-.

'Ah, the motion is too big!'

Thump-.

'There, the stride is too big!'

Whoosh-.

"That's not how you do that motion!"

Flinch-.

For a moment, Cheon Seong's movement stopped.

'Uh... why did he suddenly stop?'

Even until then, it seemed that Cheon Myeong had not realized what he had done wrong, but he soon realized his mistake and covered his mouth with his two hands.

However, it was already too late.

At some point, Cheon Seong was glaring at him with a murderous intent.

(End of Chapter)