Chapter 9

Reincarnation of the Demon King (9)

In the end, Murong He had no choice but to pick up the sword.

Murong He raised his wooden sword toward his son, whom he loved more than his own life.

In response, Murong Jin also raised his weapon, but surprisingly, it was a staff.

"Staff?"

"To be precise, what I want to show you is spear technique."

"Spear technique...?"

Murong He's eyes saw that Murong Jin's stance was very neat.

His posture was open-chested but somehow seemed completely without any gaps.

Just from this posture alone, Murong He felt a sense of pressure and involuntarily gripped his wooden sword tightly.

"Let you have the first move."

"Yes, Father. Then I'll go."

At Murong He's words, Murong Jin kicked off the ground without a moment's hesitation.

Murong He kept his eyes on his son, ready to react to Murong Jin's movements, but at that moment, something incredible happened.

Despite the distance between them being more than ten feet, something black approached at an incredible speed from right beside him.

Thud!

Murong He barely managed to react and block it, but his wooden sword could not withstand the force and broke, flying through the air.

"What...?"

In front of Murong He, who was shocked by the immense impact that broke his wooden sword, the tip of the staff was already approaching.

"I win, Father."

Murong Jin stood in front of Murong He, smiling calmly.

In just one move.

The wooden sword was shattered, and the sparring match was over in just one move.

The intense force that struck the wooden sword was shocking, but the fact that he was defeated by his eleven-year-old son in just one move was even more shocking.

"How...? How did you do that...? It's more than ten feet. Such a distance..."

"The best way to understand is to see it with your own eyes."

Saying this, Murong Jin put some distance between himself and Murong He and returned to his initial stance.

A posture with his chest open and the spear held in his left hand.

As Murong Jin lightly kicked off the ground, his staff rotated half a turn, and his right hand grabbed the end of the staff.

Then, spinning his body in the air with great momentum, Murong Jin used his entire body to swing the staff, and in the end, he released the staff with his left hand, transferring all the force to his right hand and the staff.

His right arm, extended straight, and his right hand gripping the end of the staff.

With this rotation, Murong Jin magically reduced the distance of more than ten feet.

"I tried to do it as slowly as possible. Did you see it?"

At Murong Jin's words, Murong He swallowed hard and nodded.

This time, he saw it clearly.

Effortless movements and a neat posture.

A tear streamed down Murong He's face as he watched his son.

"Father?"

Quickly sensing the unusual atmosphere, Murong Jin was surprised to find that Murong He's reflexes were ten times faster than his own, which had already reacted at the highest speed.

"Our... our son is a martial genius! Hahaha. This father is so happy that his tears won't stop! Huh... Well done. Well done, our son!"

Clearly, he had noticed and reacted at the highest speed, but Murong Jin was still caught by Murong He in one move.

'Gulp... Indeed, a tear-crying demon! His movements in crying surpass even the peak masters!'

The body movements of the demon king Tian Jilin were truly astonishing.

But the price was steep.

"Father! Father! Ah! Stop... Stop! I'm dying!"

* * *

After Murong He's festival of mad tears ended.

Murong Jin, though completely worn out, managed to get his father's permission.

One might wonder how to entrust the operation of the academy to an eleven-year-old, but the martial world is a place where only the strong survive.

Although he was a third-rate martial artist, Murong He recognized the difference in strength and decided to trust his son.

After that, Murong Jin began to quickly reorganize the Murong Academy with Murong He.

The money given by Pang Jimin was more than they expected, and with that money, they bought the inn next door and started the expansion of the Murong Academy.

"But is it really okay to expand the academy's scale like this? The students are already leaving due to the events a few days ago. Without students, the expansion has no meaning..."

"Don't worry, Father. Who am I? The only bloodline of the Murong family and Murong He's son, Murong Jin. I have a plan, so please trust me."

"Is that so? Hehe. Well, if our son is that confident, I have to trust him."

If there are no students, I'll create them.

The reason I suddenly want to run the Murong Academy.

It's all to treat my Gongyang meridian.

Ultimately, what I need is money, and I thought the academy was the best way to earn it.

With this money, I could run an inn, but selling items or food didn't suit me, and the chances of success were slim.

But the academy is different.

I have the experience of the previous life and know many martial arts, and I had a knack for teaching in my previous life.

Therefore, this is the perfect way for me to earn money.

Selling martial arts to earn money and using that money to treat my Gongyang meridian.

That is my primary goal now.

"Making it the best academy in the world and living surrounded by gold for the rest of my life wouldn't be bad either. Hehehe."

Despite his son's sinister smile, Murong He was only proud.

The way his son handled the purchase of the inn and the expansion of the academy was so astute that it was hard to believe he was only eleven.

In fact, Murong He thought his son was several times more capable and eloquent than himself.

'Soso, isn't our son really impressive? He must have inherited your intelligence...'

Murong He, lost in thought about his late wife, opened his eyes and looked for Murong Jin, but he was already gone.

He had fled before Murong He could turn into a tear-crying demon.

"Our son is now quick-witted too!"

Hey, don't be impressed by that...

* * *

Time passed quickly, and three months had gone by.

Murong Jin, who could no longer cultivate inner strength, had spent the past three months intensively training in external techniques.

Even if he knew the movements in his head, performing them with his body was a different matter.

Now that he had to teach others, he needed to have perfect form even without using inner strength.

On a nameless peak of the Taihang Mountains, where a magnificent cliff stretched out, Murong Jin stood with his eyes closed, sword raised.

"Hmm..."

With a short deep breath, the sword pierced the air in a straight line.

It was a clean, precise thrust, and surprisingly, the tip of the sword seemed to split into three as it pierced forward.

Without stopping, he took half a step forward, and his shoulders fluttered like a butterfly, causing his sword to swing in a circle, the tip splitting into two.

It was a sword technique that seemed almost like an illusion.

Murong Jin continued to swing his sword without stopping.

To him, there was an invisible enemy in front.

He pulled the sword toward his body, slicing his side, and then, twisting his body as if to spin, he thrust his side again.

The enemy, startled by the attack, tried to create some distance.

But Murong Jin, as if waiting for this, leaped into the air, spinning, and the sword fell from above his head.

Thud!

"Ha..."

The wooden sword struck the ground, and Murong Jin exhaled, slowly opening his eyes.

The Twenty-Four Hands Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

This was the name of the sword technique Murong Jin had just performed.

The Twenty-Four Hands Plum Blossom Sword Technique is a unique sword technique of the Huashan Sect, which can only be learned by those who have entered the Twenty-Four Hands Plum Blossom Sword Technique of Huashan.

It is said that when this technique is mastered to its peak, the scent of plum blossoms can be smelled, and this is somewhat true.

This sword technique, which draws the image of plum blossoms, makes the viewer think of plum blossoms and creates a sensory illusion through its visual effect.

This is the Twenty-Four Hands Plum Blossom Sword Technique, known for its precision and beauty, and it is also a symbol of Huashan, so it is never taught outside the sect.

Therefore, if someone saw the sword technique Murong Jin was performing, it could cause a major upheaval in Huashan.

"Five moves in one breath. Is it because I'm still young, or because of the Gongyang meridian? I'm still lacking."

This is purely Murong Jin's opinion.

Compared to himself as Tian Jilin, this is actually an incredible feat.

At eleven years old, just mimicking the Twenty-Four Hands Plum Blossom Sword Technique is impressive, and performing five moves in one breath?

There probably hasn't been such a child in the history of Huashan... or even the martial world.

Murong Jin, who had stood up, performed the Plum Blossom Sword Technique once more.

"First move: Plum Blossom by the Road. The plum blossoms are by the road."

"Second move: Plum Blossom Dance. The plum blossoms dance like butterflies."

"Third move: Plum Blossom Blooming. The plum blossoms bloom."

"Fourth move: Plum Blossom Leading. The plum blossoms lead sharply."

"Fifth move: Plum Blossom Falling. The plum blossoms fall in the sunlight."

Murong Jin, taking his stance, recited the names and meanings of each move.

The reason he was so diligent was that he intended to teach this to someone.

He wanted to teach it clearly.

Murong Jin did not want to hear that his disciple had learned it incorrectly.

The problem was his intention to sincerely teach the Twenty-Four Hands Plum Blossom Sword Technique to someone.

He did not consider the backlash from Huashan, and even if he did, he had already decided to teach it to someone.

Once he made a decision, he never changed it, as the Demon King Tian Jilin.

The crazy act of preparing for a direct confrontation with Huashan was already underway.

"I should teach this to the first new student on the day the Murong Academy reopens. It's a beautiful and impressive sword technique, which will attract other students."

Moreover, it's on a first-come, first-served basis...

But in fact, the Twenty-Four Hands Plum Blossom Sword Technique was relatively mild.

He had mastered dozens of external techniques, most of which were secret techniques of certain families or unique martial arts of sects that were never revealed to the outside world.

In short, Murong Jin was a walking repository of top-secret martial arts manuals.

The Demon Bookshelf of the Devil Sect, which is said to secretly hide all the secret manuals in the world, had also been thoroughly plundered by Tian Jilin.

After performing the Plum Blossom Sword Technique several times and correcting his posture, Murong Jin was drenched in sweat.

"Phew... I'll take a short break."

Sitting on the ground, Murong Jin panted heavily as the evening slowly approached, and the red sunset began to set.

At the top of the mountain.

The view from the edge of the cliff was breathtaking, and with the sunset, Murong Jin felt as if he were in the realm of immortals.

"Beautiful autumn scenery. I feel like an immortal in this beautiful autumn landscape. Late but significant... Late..."

At that moment, Murong Jin felt a white lightning bolt strike his mind.

His exhausted body, the breathtaking scenery in front of him, and the feeling of being an immortal, all combined with a moment of self-reflection and enlightenment.

Crack!

Suddenly, a sharp striking sound echoed through the mountains.

Feeling that something was about to happen, Murong Jin hastily swung his staff.

"Ow! Damn... Was that Ascension to Immortality? Wow, I almost had a major incident?!"

Murong Jin, who had swung his staff, also sent away the enlightenment that had just come to him.