It happened about two hundred years ago.
“Lord of the Alliance! Urgent report!”
The day’s scene—warm sunlight and a relaxed atmosphere—was no different from any other.
But the terrible disaster that would go down in history suddenly descended upon the Central Plains.
“Blood Cult Leader Yeom Mujin is marching toward our Alliance!”
“What?!”
Just as the aftermath of the Great War between the righteous and demonic sects was finally settling, the Blood Cult launched a surprise attack, targeting the righteous Martial Alliance when it was at its weakest.
To be exact, it wasn’t an army but a single invader, the Blood Cult Leader himself, who had absorbed every last cultist of the Blood Cult.
Having devoured thousands—no, tens of thousands—of followers, he could only be described as a monster beyond the realm of mortals.
“Graaaagh!”
“Those with low cultivation, fall back! Any martial artist who cannot form qi armor is a hindrance on the battlefield!”
Attacks without Qi Armor did nothing at all.
Even if someone managed to injure him with a qi-infused strike, his body would recover at such an absurd speed that it seemed like the attacks passed right through.
He lacked nothing.
With overwhelming regeneration and a body that mutated by the moment, he created endless variables, and the explosive blood energy he constantly released swept through his surroundings.
The Blood Demon, who was thought to be at the middle or late stages of the Profound Realm, had truly become a devil incarnate, drenching the Central Plains in blood.
“So you’ve finally appeared, Martial Alliance Leader Song Cheon Hwi.”
“What exactly were you trying to achieve, that you would take so many lives to get here?”
“Is this some tedious ideology of justice?”
“I’m simply curious. You devoured even your own loyal cultists in your greed, so what is this grand ambition of yours worth? Because I simply cannot understand it.”
The Blood Cult Leader was undeniably powerful.
What was the name of that martial art again?
Blood Heaven Asura Technique—that was it.
Indeed, the Asura of Blood Heaven now stood before my eyes.
Even Cheon Hwi, the one hailed as the strongest under the heavens at the time,
muttered in awe, so fearsome was the martial might the cult leader had displayed.
He wouldn’t die.
Even when his heart was pierced and his brain crushed, the Blood Cult Leader came back, again and again, attacking with relentless fury.
A full-scale assault focused purely on overwhelming power, with no thought for defense or evasion, all sustained by monstrous regeneration and stamina.
In the end, it was Cheon Hwi who reached his limit first.
At the final moment, with death staring him in the face, if his mind hadn’t split a single instant into countless fragments and grasped the principle of life and death,
Cheon Hwi would surely have perished by the Blood Cult Leader’s hand that day.
“Truly, a natural disaster. Heaven itself has birthed a creature so defiant it shall collapse by its own doing…”
“…So you’re just as ignorant. This body was never born under this world’s sky to begin with.”
After Cheon Hwi finally stepped into the Life-and-Death Realm and killed the Blood Cult Leader, his opponent’s nickname spread widely after death.
Demon of Blood.
The Blood Demon.
“Lord of the Alliance, what have you been doing lately without even sleeping?”
“I’ve been analyzing the Blood Demon’s martial arts. The level of martial mastery he showed back then simply couldn’t be reached by ordinary means.”
Though the Blood Demon had died, the mark he left on the world through his life’s legacy was enormous.
And so, Cheon Hwi’s interest naturally turned toward him.
He wanted to know what kind of sorcery had turned a man into a monster, and uncover the secret behind it.
And after relentless study, Cheon Hwi finally uncovered the truth.
The reason the man had been able to absorb every last cultist of the Blood Cult,
and unleash overwhelmingly powerful martial abilities without any limitations.
He hadn’t become an Asura.
He was simply born as one, in the body of a man.
Sacred Blood Body.
It was the innate constitution recorded in the Blood Demon’s surviving documents, the source of his absurd martial potential.
That body could embrace all types of blood arts.
No matter how many internal cultivation methods one practiced, the energies never clashed, but instead harmonized and became even stronger.
The same was true for high-level techniques.
No matter how bizarre or sinister the Blood Cult’s rituals or arts were, his body adapted to them as if he had been born for it, mastering every sorcery and martial skill he encountered.
He even grew drastically stronger by absorbing the blood of living beings, so much so that one might believe, “If the body of an Asura truly existed, this would be it.”
“If you ever find anyone with this constitution, bring them to me, regardless of their status or background.”
“Understood!”
After that, Cheon Hwi gathered the warriors of the Martial Alliance and ordered them to search for anyone born with the Sacred Blood Body.
Since it was a body born as an Asura from the start, his intention was to keep them close and carefully watch over them, so that another Blood Demon would never rise again.
If he could at least teach that power to be used for good, it would surely contribute greatly to peace in the world.
However, after the Blood Demon, no one with the Sacred Blood Body ever appeared again.
As if the Blood Demon had been the first and last Asura this world would ever know, the Blood Cult was wiped out, and the Sacred Blood Body faded into obscurity as nothing more than a brief line in history.
“Seems that no more Sacred Blood Bodies are born in this world.”
Sipping on bamboo leaf liquor with his Mirror of Flowers, Moonlight on Water by his side, Cheon Hwi let out a dry chuckle, filled with both relief and regret.
“This too… must be the flow of the world…”
At the time, Cheon Hwi could never have imagined that a woman possessing the Blood Demon’s qualities would one day exist on Earth.
This content is a massive success.
Cheon Hwi was certain the moment he confirmed Choa’s constitution.
A martial artist who had both the Sacred Blood Body—last seen 200 years ago—
and the unique supernatural ability of an Awakened?
There was no way someone like that couldn’t solo-clear an E-rank dungeon.
After all, this was the Blood Demon’s potential.
Even with basic martial arts, she would show overwhelming results.
“Let’s change the whole plan.”
Cheon Hwi said, unable to suppress the twitch of excitement at the corners of his mouth.
“Miss Choa, you’re talented. Just based on potential, you might even rival the Association Chairman.”
“R-Really…?! That much?!”
“Yes.
I never imagined someone would have the same constitution as the Blood Demon.”
Originally, Cheon Hwi had drafted a basic training curriculum like this.
First, teach her a compatible Inner Qi Cultivation Method, and gather mana into proper energy flow paths to form a dantian.
Second, select a main martial art that matched the nature of the chosen Inner Qi Method, then have her learn the foundational basics for it.
Third, repeat cultivation and basic forms through Qi Flow Practice, gradually deepening her realm.
It was the textbook approach to martial arts initiation.
That was the plan Cheon Hwi had prepared.
But now that it was revealed Choa was born with the Sacred Blood Body—
everything had changed.
“Miss Choa, are you by any chance afraid of blood?”
“Huh? Oh—n-no…!”
“Perfect.”
What kind of mental leap did he take for “I’m not afraid of blood” to lead to “Perfect”?
Before Choa could even ask anything, with a small seed of anxiety growing inside her, Cheon Hwi spoke first.
“Miss Choa, from now on, you’ll be learning a martial art called Blood Heaven Asura Technique. I’ll also prepare some other advanced techniques, though gathering materials for those might take a bit of time.”
“B-Blood Heaven Asura Technique…? A-And advanced techniques…?”
A martial art with an ominous-sounding name, and now a whole new concept called “advanced techniques.”
Choa’s already uneasy eyes shook wildly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll personally make sure you’re well trained.”
“T-Trained…? You’re going to t-train me…?!”
But her trembling didn’t even register to Cheon Hwi at this point.
This was his first disciple in a long time, a disciple with overwhelming potential, and one only he knew the true value of.
The passionate obsession that had once defined him during his time as the Martial Alliance Leader was coming back to life.
Having spent two hundred years secluded in the mountains, his fire long cooled,
Cheon Hwi’s passion now blazed like a volcanic eruption.
“A blonde, red-eyed girl Blood Demon? No way I’m letting this pass. No way.”
The same hand that once killed the Blood Demon was now about to create a new one.
Most would struggle with that contradiction, the fear of creating the very calamity they once fought.
But for Cheon Hwi, who had long since transcended even the Life-and-Death Realm, the idea of a new Blood Demon wasn’t frightening at all.
If anything, it thrilled him.
The old habit of roaming the Central Plains and teaching promising children martial arts screamed from within him, with all the pent-up force of two centuries.
“If I were just ten years younger, this would’ve been perfect… Still, this is more than enough…”
The monstrous instructor from the late martial world had awakened.
Reborn after two hundred years, he now turned his overflowing passion to analyzing the ultra-rare talent before him, quickly and precisely.
“Loosen her rigid body using Chugung Blood Flow, then extract the impurities from her meridians using Beolmose Water Flow…”
By now, the original goal—solo-clearing an E-rank dungeon—was completely irrelevant to Cheon Hwi.
Instead, he was already criticizing his past self and considering raising the bar far higher.
When a pinnacle like the Blood Demon exists, how could he settle for just turning her into a mere C-rank Hunter?
If that’s not a waste of talent, what is?
The answer formed itself.
“H-Hiiiek…!”
As he nodded to himself, Cheon Hwi turned to look at Choa.
Like a small animal before a predator, Choa instinctively shrank back and took a few steps away.
“Lady Choa, once you wake up from a nice long nap, it will all be over.”
“Y-Yes…? M-My voice, wait, your tone…?!”
Before she knew it, Cheon Hwi’s tone had reverted back to how he spoke during his time as Martial Alliance Leader.
In an instant, he appeared behind Choa and struck her acupoints.
Choa’s trailing words faded into silence, and her tense body froze in place, unable to move at all.
Her eyes, which had been darting nervously, slowly fluttered shut.
That was because Cheon Hwi had struck her sleep, numbness, and vitality points.
“My apologies. But this way is much faster.”
The techniques Chugung Blood Flow and Beolmose Water Flow, which involve injecting internal energy into the subject’s body, can feel awkward and even a little embarrassing.
Some people, especially when experiencing it for the first time, end up squirming or letting out strange noises from the ticklish, bizarre sensation.
That’s why putting someone to sleep by pressing their pressure points was a method Cheon Hwi had perfected through countless rounds of trial and error.
“Haven’t used this kind of strength in a while.”
Rolling up the sleeves of his martial robe, Cheon Hwi gently laid the deeply asleep Choa down.
Thus began Choa’s journey into the world of martial arts.
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