Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation

While Seol-Hwi collected the pills, he discovered something. There was a pill that was completely different from the normal ones.

He did not realize this at first, but when he placed it in the toolbox, a sign appeared, and he learned about it for the first time.

The Absolute Elixir.

As one might assume, it had to be the most effective of all the pills.

When converting energy into internal energy, if other pills added over half the amount, then this one added around 100% more.

Could one say it deserved the name? Yes, because they were not easy to acquire.

They were hidden very deep, and it took quite a lot of time to physically retrieve them.

As for the Doll Snow Ginseng that he obtained this time, it would be 90 years from then when it would appear in the world. Almost a century had passed since it was released from the system, before any clues could be obtained. It was because of this that he met Chwi Gon in this life.

In the process, Seol-Hwi saw how the future unfolded after his disappearance.

First, the actions of the Mount Hua sect.

The Demonic Sect held a secret agreement with Mount Hua, and in the Central Plains, Mount Hua rose to the top.

But perhaps it was because there was too much karma accumulated for that purpose.

Less than 10 years later, a split occurred in the Murim Alliance. Due to the self-righteous acts of Mount Hua, not just the Nine Great Sects but even the Five Great Families rose up.

After that, a major fight broke out in various regions, and while they continued to unite for the rebellion, the Demonic Sect took advantage of this and stepped into the Central Plains.

Only then did the sects of the Central Plains regain their senses and join together to fight against the demons.

This went on for another 10 years. People in hiding cut off ties with the world as they could not bear to witness the chaos on land.

Former warriors of the Justice faction, who were thought to be dead, soon stepped out. Among them were the best warriors who had touched Supreme and Profound Master, which were previously known only as rumors.

Because of their strength, the demons had to step back from the Central Plains, and the land was back in peace again.

The land of the Murim Alliance changed.

The vested interests represented the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families. In the past, people who avoided confrontation took a passive aggressive stance.

But everyone did their best in the war, to the point where they almost lost their homes. These were none other than the actions of the recluse warriors.

-What are these fucking evil bastards up to! Will you come to your senses only if you see the world filled with demons?

-Do not think about the trivial politics of sects in here, cooperate! You fucking assholes!

Elderly people, who were thought to be dead to the world, began to step out. Elders of all sects began to step out.

As the warriors of the old Nine Great Sects came out, the former sect leaders shouted the same to all. The huge sects, which had made a name for themselves in the land, had to play their roles right.

After the sects began to rush out with all their might, as if turning allies against the Demonic Sect, the sect shrunk. The former sect leaders all fell seriously ill after the fight with the Demonic Sect.

This was followed by the small and medium sects. All sorts of things, which had been lying deep and hidden in Kangho, rose up after being hit by a typhoon.

The secret medicines were being put into practice, and the legendary pills, only heard of before, were making their way out.

Taking advantage of that chaotic time when the order was being realigned, Seol-Hwi acquired the best pills in Kangho.

The Absolute Elixirs. And now there was just one. All that remained was to break into Shaolin and steal their Great Soul Pill.

I cannot open the toolbox, so I will have to steal it.

Another inconvenience he discovered during his search was that when he exited the system, he could not use the toolbox.

So, he hid the valuables to find them in his next life. He stashed them in places people didn’t know of, and in his next life, he planned to put them into the toolbox.

This task was not easy. There were pills that went missing too. Even Seol-Hwi, who knew all the incidents of the land, took three lives to accomplish this task.

And in this life…

He had to stop by Shaolin.

In Seol-Hwi’s time, it had been 20 years since he escaped from the Demonic Sect under the guise of training in martial arts.

The victory in the Justice and Demon battle came next.

Although the demons were barely driven out, it was a bloody victory. The Nine Great Sects lost more than half of their forces and mourned the deaths of countless comrades.

It was a time when Shaolin was recruiting people to fill its vacant spots.

Seol-Hwi prepared for that and waited.

Almost 20 years.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

A brief shower in the early morning. One or two drops of water flowed down the old tiles.

Drip. Drag.

Between the buildings, the makeshift bamboo trunk moved with water. It was early morning when such pleasant sounds spread.

Ommmm

The monks sat in rows, with open books and studied.

A high monk passed between them, holding a thick bamboo tablet that caught everyone’s attention.

“Written by one who is in trouble with… “

The dharma, or given name by Shaolin, of the person who wore this monk’s robe and taught the fellow monks in the morning was Jong Wol.

Normally, he was in charge of discipline, but at times he acted as an instructor.

“What does it mean?”

When Jong Wol asked, the monk who seemed to be in service bowed his head and replied,

“It means do not think the world will not give us troubles. If there are no difficulties in life, one will become arrogant and flamboyant.”

“Right, perfect. The world was like that. The theory that we were learning then was a record of the words of a monk from before.”

Monk Jong Wol smiled and continued.

“What kind of mindset should we have in the place we live? In a broad sense, it was the wisdom of life, and in a narrow sense, self-management.”

He paused for a couple of seconds and spoke firmly.

“Always keep this in your minds. Not everything in life goes as planned. That was what life was. Did you understand?”

“Amitabha.”

“Amitabha.”

The monks all answered, and Monk Jong Wol nodded.

It was time to speak of the .

“Ugh, Monk.”

This old monk cautiously called him from under the eaves. He approached Jong Wol and whispered quietly,

“They say he came. The Exorcising Demon Sword.”

“Ah!”

A middle-aged warrior who took refuge in Shaolin.

The monk placed the book on the side and ordered the novice monks to study on their own.

“Let’s head there quickly. We can’t keep him waiting.”

And so, he walked along with the old monk.

Since he had been busy studying the Lotus Sutra for a while, he had not had time to meet others, so he thought this was a good chance.

Hap! Ah!

As he entered the main shrine, he saw the monks who had been training since morning. They were a little away from the head table.

There was one person with gray hair and fierce prayers.

A man like a well-forged sword.

Step. Step step.

As if the Shaolin abbot had already come, Monk Jong Wol too was present there.

“Ah, you are here? Disciplinary head.”

“I greet the abbot.”

Jong Wol bowed his head to the abbot. Then slowly turned his attention to the guest. An ordinary person with an ordinary look and normal clothes. A cool face under the bamboo hat.

“I am called Seol-Hwi. I greet the disciplinary head of Shaolin.”

“Oh.”

He looked normal from a distance, but upon closer inspection, he seemed like a cold man.

Jong Wol bowed deeply to this man.

“Amitabha. I, Shaolin’s Jong Wol, greet the Exorcising Demon Sword.”

“Just greet me by my name. The title is a bit too much.”

“Haha. No, not at all, it is a befitting title for you.”

Seeing that the other person looked flustered, Jong Wol smiled. This man had utmost humility which did not match his skills.

“Great Brother Seol. There was no one in Shaolin who didn’t already know that you cooperated with Shaolin monks in the time of crisis and continued your progress with righteousness.”

“That is too much praise. It all just happened and I was just lucky.”

After that small pleasantry, the abbot spoke.

“Then the one who wanted to see you the most, Monk Jong Wol, will send you off.”

“Ah… thank you.”

He thought this man would stay for a few days, but it did not seem like it.

Jong Wol spoke to Seol-Hwi, who came as a guest.

“I will take the lead.”

The distance from the main shrine to seeing him off was approximately a good hall’s distance.

Although it was a short period of time for meeting a guest who made Kangho all excited, he was satisfied with it. The opponent was one of the four great warriors of the current powerhouses.

A person who showed great activity and action 20 years ago during the worst war of central plains and suddenly disappeared after the war, only to be seen now.

It was Seol-Hwi.

“But… what brought you to Shaolin?”

“Yes. Since a Shaolin monk asked for me so much, I said I would meet once. And I happened to be passing by here.”

“Is that so? I didn’t think the rumors around Kangho would be believed, but when the story of Shaolin’s disciple came… how does one stop their heart from pounding?”

When asked, the other sighed.

“It is still far from enough. If I were a warrior, I would have to follow a deeper and calmer flow, but I still have a hard time controlling my prayers.”

“Haha. Are you speaking of the entire place?”

“Not that far. Just… a look around. Wasn’t the forest endless and quiet?”

Shhh

As Seol-Hwi entered, he noticed that the forest was to his left and right. There was no sound.

It felt as though even the insects held their breath. Everything seemed scared by the swordsman passing through the forest.

“It was truly amazing. Didn’t the prayer of the great brother make the mountains and the rivers resound?”

“…Thanks to that, I received a free pass wherever I went, and everything about this world tired me.”

“Haha, that again. I wondered why you suddenly disappeared after our victory in the war.”

Because of their praying mentality, they tended to stay away from attention. And Jong Wol recalled his prayer and the previous night, which gave him chills, and nodded.

As they exchanged a few words, time passed quickly, and they soon arrived at the gate.

“Do you plan on coming back in the future?”

“No. This much is enough. I got what I wanted, so there’s no reason to come again.”

“Ahah. That’s a bit unfortunate.”

“But life is unpredictable. We might have a chance to see each other again, in the next life.”

“Next life, huh… reincarnation. These are words that hold the enlightenment of Buddha, who comes in empty-handed and leaves empty-handed.”

That was how Jong Wol thought of Seol-Hwi’s next life.

“Then, let’s meet then.”

Seeing his expression like that, Seol-Hwi calmly nodded.

By the time he descended the mountain, Seol-Hwi let out a big sigh.

“Right. Oh my.”

The blue glow around him began to diminish slowly.

Rebuttal.

A state that transcended the Profound and appeared ordinary. He had now reached the level that only Jong Wol spoke of.

Nevertheless, the reason he made the internal energy turn into a blue glow around his body was because of infiltration. It was for that.

“Fourth one. Is all this…”

Intense Flame was always a confusing one. After making everyone believe that Seol-Hwi was with them, he secretly infiltrated and stole the Great Soul Pill of Shaolin.

And with this, he finally put the last piece together. The act that took him 20 years of effort.