Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chwi Gon, who stepped into the warehouse, was shocked.

As soon as the door opened, it began to make a weird sound, like metal clinking from all around.

“Uhh…?”

Even at first glance, this was a space where one might hide something. It was normal to see weapons flying in the air, and there was a hole the size of a fingernail in the ceiling. It looked as if an iron bar might fall down.

The length of the passage extended ahead by 20 feet.

Kukukung! Kukukung!

What about the blade pillars which rotated here and there on the left and right? As soon as he entered, he felt a terrible feeling like his body would be in danger.

Uh, um. Isn’t this just creepy looking thing but nothing more?

This made Chwi Gon tilt his head. Because of his karma, he was suspicious now.

When he saw the ghastly mass of metal, where even just one hit would be fatal, he became suspicious.

“Hmm….”

He picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground and threw it onto the path.

Tak. Drdrrdr.

Kukung!

The ground trembled right then, and an engine-like thing activated.

Kwakwkawkawakang!

“Uh…!”

The metal, which had been touched by the stone, reacted. The reaction speed was too shocking. As soon as the area was made contact with, an iron bar extended from the ceiling like an arrow and went straight to the floor.

Wheeeik!

And that was not all.

Perhaps in an immediate reaction to the stone, the pillar of blades cut through the wind and quickly passed by where a person would probably be.

“Hoh…”

“Uh…”

The old man and Chwi Gon both groaned at the same time. To be exact, one was in admiration and the other in fear.

“What is this…”

What level of security is this?

Aren’t these machines of an insane level, which made it impossible for anyone to even dare touch or even look for what was inside?

Shaking his head, Chwi Gon turned with an expression that said there was nothing to see around.

The old man in front of him who identified himself as Seol-Hwi. He always acted beyond common sense, but that only went so far.

One would never think about stepping into this warehouse if it was so perfectly insane.

That was certainly normal.

“This place is quite poorly built. Right?”

“Uh?”

Chwi Gon was shocked. First, he doubted his ears, thinking he heard it wrong, and then he doubted the other person’s mental stability.

Poor? This insanely accurate machine? Just what was wrong with this man?

“Take a good look now. First, the basic design is all wrong. If it’s one made to protect valuables in place, the basics would have to be ‘pretend to not exist.’ And we need to make ‘being hurt without knowing’ a thing. But this is a clear trap.”

Tsk

The old man clicked his tongue and looked ahead.

“You see the ground from here to there?”

“Yes. I do.”

Chwi Gon nodded.

“Right. As you can see, if you step on the floor, the machine works then. It stands out a bit too much, right?”

“…And so?”

“So. Think carefully. If you were in the air without stepping onto the floor, how would this work? It looks grand for sure, but the presentation is so poor.”

“Ah, right.”

Chwi Gon smiled and nodded as he asked.

“But, elder. Can a person walk in the air without touching the ground?”

“Of course. If one has reached a level in martial arts, they can easily do it.”

“…Is that so?”

Chwi Gon’s mouth fell silent when he heard it could be done easily. To what extent could the term easily be used? It was something only the best in Kangho could do.

But it felt like he would be a fool now if he asked any more extended questions. Who knows, maybe this insane old man would break through by walking through the air.

…A space?

And there, Chwi Gon looked towards the empty space. Fine, thin, solid lines hanging like spider webs in the air.

“…Elder. It looks like the solid lines are faintly visible in the air?”

“Uh?”

The old man turned his head at the words and then nodded.

“Now that I think about it, it seems like it was well done.”

“Could it have been prepared for those who walk in the air?”

“Ehh. The guy who designed it didn’t have brains? Does that make sense? Who would make such an obvious arrangement… no, would you like to check?”

Srrng

The old man took out the sword and threw it.

Wheik! Hwik

The flying sword went and hit the thread in the air.

Kwakwakwang!

And the sword danced around.

“…That.”

“Huh…”

Blades fell from all directions. The assassin tools that came out looked like spear-shaped weapons.

Swish!

And the second wave was arrows.

They rained down from three directions, left, right, and above. Among them, powerful arrows, which seemed to be strengthened ones, were fired at different timings.

Flutter

After coming crazy with the arrows, the net was next. This iron net was so large that it covered one side of the ceiling and fell down with a crash.

Dududung!

Finally, the weight of the iron net pressed to the ground, and more than one foot of iron bars rose off the ground, it was like an animal baring its fangs.

“…”

“…”

A moment of silence followed, and at the end of the silence, weapons moved into place with a clicking sound. Then, as if nothing had happened, even the noisy arrows disappeared.

“Hmm.”

Soon, Seol-Hwi and Chwi Gon looked at each other for a moment. They exchanged smiles and Seol-Hwi spoke first,

“This house, it seems to have a lot of money left, right?”

“Aha, right? It seems like a place where one shouldn’t even bother with others. So, hurry up and get…”

Clench

Chwi Gon turned around but was naturally caught by the old man.

“You, stay here.”

“Uh? What are you trying?”

“I am heading in. I think it will be fun.”

“Haha. What kind of a joke is this…”

Smiling does not mean happiness, and his lost smile did not last long.

Pat. Pat!

The old man made an absurd leap, which shocked him, and then the assassin needles came from all directions, causing Chwi Gon to shut his eyes in fear.

“Auk!”

Swish! Swish! Swish! Kwakwakwak!

His entire body shook. Just hearing the sound without seeing it in person gave him goosebumps.

Thud! Thud!

And it was much larger than before. In other words, if a sword were thrown in the air, it would touch only a couple of strings, but this old man would touch many.

Kwakwakwang!

He’s dead! That man is surely dead! Even the great saint cannot survive this!

Chwi Gon was certain of it.

This crazy old man must have been cut down to bits and pieces, so he did not open his eyes until all the sound vanished.

“Oh my. So much was invested.”

“…Ah?”

The normal voice made Chwi Gon open his eyes cautiously and look ahead as if he had misheard something.

The image of the old man was there, calm.

“…????”

He wondered how this happened. An enormous number of weapons were scattered across the path. And the old man was further in the center, where the faint line he had pointed to a while back was.

“You are… alive?”

“Not dead yet.”

The old man simply raised his hand, and then Chwi Gon realized this once again.

He isn’t human.

Maybe he was a saint, or something similar to that. If defeating Murim Alliance warriors before was not a trick but some real skill, then all this made sense.

Chwi Gon looked around in confusion and asked.

“Then why are you there? Can’t you go further in?”

“Hmm. Things seem a bit troublesome from here.”

“Troublesome?”

“Yes.”

Seol-Hwi was seeing what normal people could not.

A hazy, swaying current.

It looks like the one who made this wasn’t so stupid.

This was the flow which appeared when one looked ahead, it was not an engine or a machine-like thing.

Seol-Hwi carefully observed the airflow and followed the subtle flow of air. He nodded after confirming that it was flowing from the edge of the ceiling.

Tuk

Then, he gently released the energy and touched the airflow.

Dudududuk

“Abo…!”

The entire space, which appeared like a wall in front, flipped to the side, and a new space rose from the ground to take its place.

Kikik

The newly created space was much deeper and wider than the existing space. Seol-Hwi tried to shake one side of the flow again.

Tung! Clang!

Then, like a cart turning, the space flipped to the side, and the floor underneath rose.

And then, something caught his eye.

A small ring covered in gold leaf. It looked like it was tied with a cloth and then fastened.

“Hmm…? Something seems wrong.”

“Yes? What?”

“Didn’t you say it was the Doll Snow Ginseng? This seems like a normal Soul Pill?”

“…Elder. Who even has it like that? It would bring in death, whatever it is.”

Chwi Gon clicked his tongue.

This old man had managed martial arts, but he had no idea how things worked, even when it was common sense.

“If you eat the ginseng raw, nine out of ten people die! Unless one is a peak warrior, they take it with beneficial things through the pill and let the body gently take it.”

“Ahh…”

Seol-Hwi scratched his head.

Now that he thought about it, when he took the pills, he initially just took them. A pill with powerful effects had a side effect on the body too.

Since the Yang energy was strong in the Doll Snow Ginseng, it was common to harmoniously balance the Yin and Yang and process it into a pill like this.

“So, this is the Doll Snow Ginseng?”

“What else can it be?”

“Hmm. I see.”

When Chwi Gon confirmed it, Seol-Hwi stopped moving. A single hand movement moved the pill.

Thung!

Moving in the air, it came to him.

Is he a real saint…

Chwi Gon was still admiring this man on occasion.

Moving through the air, manipulating objects in the air, Chwi Gon could npt help but be shocked when the legends spoken in Kangho were demonstrated before him.

The old man took the pill and nodded to Chwi Gon.

“Let’s go. We have it.”

“Ah. Yes…”

It was all done. He was alive, so he exhaled, but he could not relax for much longer.

The figures he saw at the door were the owners of this warehouse.

“Who are you people!”

“How dare you enter without fear! Do you know where you are!?”

The first people he noticed were the lightly dressed soldiers.

Chak

After that, about a hundred soldiers had surrounded the area and were glaring at him.

And—

Every step of the way was filled. There were those who had climbed onto the wall too.

Chavchachachak!

The archers, who seemed to be the best, aimed their bows at them.

“Ah… we’re done.”

Chwi Gon was soaked in despair. It occurred to him late that this was definitely a palace or a residence of an imperial family member.

A carefree old man, he had forgotten because of Seol-Hwi, but it seemed like once the machine started working, the guards had gathered around.

This was a situation where no explanation would work. They were caught stealing valuables.

“An uninvited guest. Who are you?”

Rumble

Like waves breaking, the soldiers parted with this middle-aged man walking lightly through.

Third prince, Zhou Tae-jik…

Chwi Gon recognized this man at once. The power of this palace. And the person next to him in silk was probably…

A high-ranking official of the uniformed guards.