Subdued Soul Chronicle

Chapter 37: Lion Dance (5)

Chapter 37: Lion Dance (5)

At the last minute, Seol Young had to improvise.

There was a bundle that was kept separately from the talismans he used, and he immediately took one out and threw it.

And the talisman stuck to Do Cheols body.

At that moment, Sa Dahams sword stopped in mid-air. He was about to slit the monks throat but then stopped as if the path was wrong.

It was because of the talisman.

Seol Young barely came to his senses, and his first emotion was anger.

Breaking the sorcery spell and holding the sword to the monks throat, facing too many crises in a short moment, and the spirit escaping from the trap he had worked so hard.

The resentment was welling up inside of him.

What was he? What were these recent evil spirits? Why were they this strong?

Before learning the sword, Seol Young used his hands to overpower, force, and suppress things in order to catch them.

It was a habit from childhood.

He was able to hit Sa Daham, but his attacks were too slow. Seol Young was unable to catch up to his speed, and he was constantly pushed back.

But what was this weird harmony?

Seol Young felt a sharp pain in his hand.

?

Sa Daham was very vicious. Even when his spiritual body was on fire, he tried to grab Seol Young.

Puak.

A sound was heard! And with this sound, the Dead Slayer sword was lodged in his chest.

If it were a normal evil spirit, it would have been subdued right then, but Sa Daham was on a whole different level. His spirit form was distorted, but he didnt disappear.

AHHHH!

He screamed and ran away. His cry slowly trailed off before disappearing.

Do Cheol slumped to his knees.

W-What is this

It looked like the soul of the monk was about to leave his body with what he had witnessed. His face was white, and his robe was all torn like a man caught in a typhoon.

Seol Young wasnt in bad condition, but he was distracted, and it was his first time coming across something this dizzying.

It made him think of Zaha again. In any case, if this man had chosen not to intervene, Do Cheol would almost certainly have been killed.

But why did he help?

Did Seol Youngs words have an effect on him? Was there even a tiny piece of conscience left in his dried-up heart?

It was when he was about to thank Zaha

You almost got taken down by Sa Daham.

He spoke first.

I thought all my hard work had gone in vain. You should have been more careful.

After all, there was a spiritual power hoarder sign above his head.

The words of gratitude went down Seol Youngs throat.

Seol Young sighed.

This was no rash act, just a bit too risky. Just as a good butcher slices his knife into the space between the bones so his blade doesnt get damaged, an evil spirit can be subdued without getting in direct contact with it.

But you missed the hit, let alone subdue it.

Because it couldnt be helped.

Seol Young raised his hand, and Do Cheol gasped.

I-It is bleeding!

The gentle-hearted monk hurriedly searched for something with a worried expression.

Right, there were huge scars from his palm to his fingers. They were very sharp wounds.

Only then did Zahas expression change.

It sure is so strange. I am sure you grabbed the body of Sa Daham, but then the scars appeared on your hand?

It is not uncommon in this world to have a different appearance and a different identity.

Seol Young said this while wrapping his wounds with the towel that Do Cheol gave him.

Baek Eon rang, the head of the White Tigers, is well versed in all kinds of strong sword techniques. If I ask him about teaching me Sa Dahams sword technique, he will gladly teach me.

Aha! Thank God.

Do Cheol understood and looked relieved.

Zaha looked at him from the other side. It was a really? kind of expression.

Seol Young looked at him.

What? Why?

He shrugged his shoulders and got up to open the door, and walked away.

After walking some distance across the place, he stopped and looked around as if measuring the distance.

He picked up an iron pitchfork with a long handle for vegetable farming and tossed it.

The pitchfork, with a distinct killing force, swung straight at Seol Young.

Do Cheol, who saw it, went back to sitting down as if making no sound.

Srng!

A metallic sound rang out. Seol Young raised his sword and struck it.

The iron pitchfork flew off with great force and crashed into a pile of greens.

Around this much?

Zaha said.

When the opponent is attacking with such speed and strength, you have to block it and use Sa Dahams sword technique to have a chance.

We just need to practice.

Seol Young responded.

But then his right hand holding the hilt of the sword throbbed. He could feel the lukewarm blood on the other side of the cloth.

Seol Young untied the cloth.

He struck so hard to slash down the iron rakes that the wounds reopened. Black blood gushed out.

Do Cheols complexion turned pale again.

Amitabha I will go and get some medicine to apply to the wounds.

It is fine.

Seol Young shook his head.

Any medicine was useless. These were not wounds that could be healed.

The only cure was to kill the spirit. Until then, there was no way out.

He looked at Zaha.

He would know that very well. That was probably why he had a strange smile on his face.

Because he knew.

Seol Young received a new towel from Do Cheol to wrap his hand with and stop the bleeding. Then he took out the pill that Baek Eon had given him and swallowed it.

Anyway, I cannot cause any more trouble in the temple, so I will leave. It will be nice if the monk comes with us. For the time being, you must stay where I am and avoid the evil spirits.

Ah! Yes!

Do Cheol silently followed him. He straightened his messy robe, and the talismans swayed.

It was the talisman that Seol Young had attached to Do Cheol when the spirit almost split his head. It could be called a lifesaver.

Ouch

Do Cheol quickly attached the talisman back to his body.

What is this talisman anyway? Seems rather powerful.

Ah, that

Seol Young slightly averted his gaze.

What is it?

Zaha was also curious.

Lets talk as we move.

And Seol Young walked first.