Became a God-Level M Chapter 219 : Nine Sects, One Gang, One Inn

Chapter 219: Nine Sects, One Gang, One Inn

Wuhan, Hubei Province.

Inside the Murim Alliance’s conference room, Chief Strategist Sama Baek sat alongside the elders of the Nine Sects and Five Great Clans.

A heavier-than-usual atmosphere weighed silently over the room.

Barely two months had passed since the Special Task Force was dispatched, and already, Qingcheng Sect's betrayal had co to light.

“Technically speaking, this was the achievent of Guest Dragon Jin Seong-un and Elder White Cloud Sword... but.”

Sama Baek didn’t bother to say that out loud. The atmosphere was miserable enough already.

Sama Baek continued.

“Qingcheng Sect has declared itself closed-off. Moreover, the Hall Leader of Criminal Law from the Murim Alliance has arrived there in person with five ard squads and is currently conducting an investigation.”

By now, over a hundred and fifty elite martial artists were likely turning Qingcheng Sect upside down.

Murmurs and sighs spread throughout the room.

The mood was clearly different than usual.

If this had happened under normal circumstances, each sect and clan would have weighed their interests. So would have defended Qingcheng Sect, while others would have vehently condemned them.

After all, as a faction grows larger, its affairs inevitably beco political.

But now, everyone held their tongues.

Sama Baek knew exactly why. The Myriad Gold Manor was entangled in Qingcheng Sect's betrayal.

Imdiately after the incident, Sama Baek discreetly organized an intelligence network to investigate the connections between each faction and the Myriad Gold Manor.

“They were all entangled with the Myriad Gold Manor far more deeply than expected.”

Directly and indirectly.

Money from the Myriad Gold Manor had flowed into every one of the Nine Sects and Five Great Clans.

That money had funded training, martial arts research, als, housing—essentially their entire livelihoods.

That didn’t necessarily an they were all traitors. They had simply received “support” in various forms. It was another matter entirely whether they responded to that support with corruption.

In the silence, Sama Baek continued.

“If there are no objections, we’ll proceed according to the Alliance's rules and procedures... Shall we?”

Sama Baek looked around at the elders.

If any of you are involved, the investigation might uncover it.

That was the unspoken ssage.

All they did was nod in silence.

Then it happened.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the conference room door.

Since all those gathered were high-level martial artists, they naturally sensed the urgent presence approaching.

Ordinarily, no one was allowed entry during such etings. But the urgency from outside was unmistakable, and Sama Baek spoke up.

“Enter.”

A young military officer from the Murim Alliance’s Military Departnt rushed in. He forgot even to close the door, hurrying straight to Sama Baek and whispering in his ear.

Everyone watched curiously, but officers from the Military Departnt had mastered the use of qi barriers to block sound.

As the report continued, Sama Baek’s expression grew grim.

“Hanma Heaven, you say?”

The na caused the elders' expressions to mirror his. Hanma Heaven—one of the Seven Demon Heavens of the Demonic Cult—had suddenly been ntioned.

After surveying the room briefly, Sama Baek spoke.

“There’s been movent from Hanma Heaven's demonic practitioners, including White Demon Ghost, in the northwest region of Gansu Province.”

The room erupted in murmurs.

No one was unaware of White Demon Ghost’s infamous reputation.

At the sa ti, young martial artists—each in charge of intelligence for their respective factions—rushed into the room.

Having heard their subordinates’ reports, the elder from the Beggars’ Union suddenly stood up and shouted in his characteristically gruff voice.

“E-Elders, the eldest son of the Heavenly Poison Alliance Leader—Saber Without Moon—is also said to be in Gansu!”

A collective sigh swept through the room.

The ruler of the Sichuan Black Path—Heavenly Poison Alliance Leader.

His eldest son had shown extraordinary talent from a young age. He had reached peak mastery before even turning thirty—and that had been over a decade ago.

“What the hell is he doing there?”

“He was seen traveling with a woman... and that woman bore a strong resemblance to the Myriad Gold Manor’s eldest daughter.”

Saber Without Moon had long been seen as the rightful successor of the Black Path. He was no lesser than the Heavenly Poison Alliance Leader or the Southern Black Lotus Lord.

Yet his father lived far too long.

Ordinarily, a Black Path practitioner would overthrow their father and take control, but Saber Without Moon had chosen to leave the Heavenly Poison Alliance altogether.

A Tang Clan elder, Poison Lord, spoke up. He was the one most familiar with the Heavenly Poison Alliance in the room.

“That bastard is still alive, huh? He’s likely reached peak level. With his insight, he may have even surpassed it. He’s definitely siding with the Myriad Gold Manor to build his own faction.”

More information poured in, all pointing in one direction.

The northwest region of Gansu Province was swarming with dangerous individuals—including White Demon Ghost and Saber Without Moon.

They were all linked to the Myriad Gold Manor.

Most importantly, White Cloud Sword Hyeon-un and the later-generation prodigies of the Orthodox Faction had headed in that direction.

Suddenly, Poison Lord Tang Tae-san exuded a cold killing intent as he stepped forward.

Seeing this, Sama Baek quickly spoke up.

“This is suspicious. Why would information that had never surfaced suddenly appear all at once? Soone is clearly manipulating events behind the scenes.”

“Chief Strategist, is that more important than the fact that So-yeon—our Poison Maiden—is there right now?”

Tang Tae-san, who had always shown utmost respect to the Chief Strategist, couldn’t contain himself this ti.

And it wasn’t just him.

When sons, nieces, disciples, or juniors headed into danger, no martial artist in the world would sit calmly in a eting room.

Led by Tang Tae-san, the elders of Shaolin, Wudang, Mount Hua, the Moyong Clan, and the Beggars’ Union all rushed out of the room.

Seeing this, Sama Baek issued an urgent command through a subordinate of the Military Departnt.

“Order White Sword Hall Leader to take control of a detachnt and head to Gansu imdiately.”

This was not to engage in combat in Gansu.

It was to monitor and control the actions of those who had just left and their factions.

The more urgent the situation, the more calmly and under unified command one had to act. But blinded by the danger their loved ones faced, there was a high risk these elders might lose their reason.

“If we’re not careful, a Great Righteous-Demonic War could erupt.”

If White Demon Ghost and Hanma Heaven’s martial artists were truly there... and if the later-generation prodigies of the Orthodox Faction were to be killed...

Would the Tang Clan, Shaolin, Wudang, Mount Hua, and the rest truly act rationally?

Sama Baek shook his head.

“They must survive. They must.”

Even as he wished so, Sama Baek knew that the worst-case scenario was the most realistic one.

If the Myriad Gold Manor, Saber Without Moon, and Hanma Heaven’s White Demon Ghost were all involved, then even with White Cloud Sword by their side, it would be impossible to manage.

Seo Yu-gyeom’s voice transmission pierced Seomun Ak’s ears.

Seomun Ak flinched for just a mont.

Seo Yu-gyeom didn’t miss it.

Naturally—Will and Qi Unaligned, a phenonon everyone experienced when stepping into the realm of peak masters, had not occurred for Seomun Ak.

Yet the energy in the punch Seomun Ak had thrown earlier was undoubtedly Qi Projection.

The aning behind the current situation was clear.

‘He’s definitely reached the peak realm. His body and mind just haven’t fully adapted yet.’

That was sothing easily resolved.

The problem was that it couldn’t be fixed now, in the middle of life-and-death combat.

Seo Yu-gyeom calmly parried the Hanma Captain’s blade and once more sent a voice transmission to Seomun Ak.

—Don’t show it. The lives of those beside you depend on it. To these Demonic Cult bastards, you’re a peak master who killed three demonic practitioners with a single punch.

Seomun Ak looked at the Demonic Cult martial artists.

Indeed, they no longer rushed in as easily as before. The formation that had been squeezing them to the limit had now loosened.

When Seomun Ak lightly raised his fist, the cultists around him flinched and stepped back.

—Can you pull off Qi Projection again? Just once will do.

—Well, I could probably manage once...

—Good enough. Do as I told you.

With that, Seo Yu-gyeom started to whisper more through the voice transmission, but the sharpness of the Hanma Captain’s blade forced him back into focus.

He spoke aloud, tongue moving as deftly as his Heaven-Slaying Dagger.

“How old is our Demonic Cult senior over there? Just for the record, I’m twenty-four, and that Seomun punk over there is twenty-five. How little effort did you put into life that you’re still not at peak level—”

Shiiing—!

Catching the ripple of anger in the opponent’s heart, Seo Yu-gyeom slashed upward with the Heaven-Slaying Dagger.

The Hanma Captain jerked his head back, but blood still sprayed from the tip of his chin.

Seo Yu-gyeom grinned.

“As expected of a peak master...!”

The Hanma Captain wanted to imdiately ignite his qi to block his ears.

But at their level, even hearing and sll served as part of their combat sense—he couldn’t afford to shut them off.

While Seo Yu-gyeom filled the gap in their martial disparity with sharp words, Seomun Ak continued to fight, following his advice.

Kwaaaang—!

Seomun Ak’s Martial Fist Qi surged forward.

The demonic practitioners panicked and dodged. When they realized it wasn’t Qi Projection, they relaxed.

The battle continued in that way. A fight that, on the surface, looked no different from before Seomun Ak entered a new realm.

Watching closely, the Hanma Vice Captain realized sothing. Since that one ti earlier, Seomun Ak hadn’t used Qi Projection again.

“That bastard hasn’t fully reached the realm! Kill him now!”

This was their chance.

If the opponent hadn’t fully crossed the threshold, he had to be killed now.

At the Vice Captain’s command, the demonic practitioners flooded forward, demonic qi spilling from their blades.

Their only target was Seomun Ak.

It was the correct move—to kill him before he beca a true peak master.

Seomun Ak backed away in shock.

But the enemy charged like rabid hounds, ignoring everyone else’s attacks to lunge only at him.

Slaash—!

At last, Seomun Ak was slashed across the shoulder.

The demonic practitioners roared with renewed vigor, closing in with demonic qi enveloping their blades.

And then, Seomun Ak threw a punch.

The demonic practitioners, who had thrown themselves at him, widened their eyes in shock.

Qi Projection (拳罡)—as its na implied, starlight shimred within his fist.

It was a red starlight—the symbolic color of the Seomun Clan.

Crimson Wheel Fist (赤輪一拳).

Brilliant crimson energy spun like a wheel, wrapping around Seomun Ak’s fist.

Craack—!

Three demonic practitioners’ heads burst open like ripe sumr waterlons.

As silence settled over the room, and the Hanma Vice Captain shut his mouth, Seomun Ak spoke.

“You actually fell for that.”

Pretending he could unleash Qi Projection freely, as if he were toying with them.

But in truth, Seomun Ak was at his limit. It would be difficult to unleash Qi Projection again.

That was precisely why Seo Yu-gyeom’s advice had co into play.

Now, even without using Qi Projection, the demonic practitioners would be wary of it.

They had seen with their own eyes what happened when they had rushed in, thinking he couldn’t use it.

Wiggling his fingers toward the demonic practitioners, Seomun Ak said,

“Co. Co and beco nourishnt for the na of the Fist Dragon.”

The line was cringe-worthy.

But when spoken by a peak master who had freely used Qi Projection, the impression changed completely.

The Demonic Cultists flinched, and Seomun Ak deliberately twisted his lips. It was a sneer honed through over a decade of roguish living—a rather convincing one.

As the battle dragged on, White Demon Ghost, who was fighting Hyeon-un, grew increasingly anxious.

‘…He’s even more formidable than I’d heard.’

White Cloud Sword was undoubtedly weaker than him.

Yet for so reason, he couldn’t find a way to break through the man’s sword.

The man was already half in tatters.

It felt like he should be dead by now, but he just wouldn’t die.

That had been the case for quite so ti now.

White Demon Ghost couldn’t help but acknowledge the exquisite profundity of the Wudang Sect’s sword.

‘That bodyguard needs to kill Guest Dragon and co up already.’

That was the conclusion White Demon Ghost ca to.

That bodyguard of Ha Cheong-a—Saber Without Moon.

In his eyes, the man was a high-level master not much different from himself.

White Demon Ghost was already over seventy. That man was barely past forty.

A remarkable thing indeed.

He didn’t know where the man ca from.

Was he soone who had caused trouble sowhere and been taken in by the Myriad Gold Manor? Or had the manor raised him from the start, pouring in massive wealth?

What was certain was that the young Guest Dragon was no match for that man.

Soon, the man would tear apart the Guest Dragon and co up.

After that, the battle would end in an instant.

If he helped the Hanma Captain, that sharp-tongued youth would be killed quickly. If he aided the Vice Captain, the later-generation prodigies of the Orthodox Faction would be slaughtered before they could react.

If he helped him, White Cloud Sword’s Taiji would be shattered completely.

So he thought.

KWAANG—!

A massive explosion rang out from the underground chamber where the two had gone.

Everyone above ground instinctively knew.

The duel had been decided.

Footsteps echoed.

All stopped fighting and turned toward that sound. Whoever ca up would determine the tide of battle.

Fwiish—!

Sothing shot high into the air, then landed with a thud.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward it.

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

It was the corpse of Saber Without Moon—no, of Mu Wol-do (無月刀).

Jin Seong-un, who erged, looked around and said nonchalantly,

“There were a lot of kids down there, so I thought it’d be best not to leave a corpse behind.”

With that, he turned his gaze to Seomun Ak.

Jin Seong-un’s eyes widened slightly, an unusual sight.

“Oh.”

He gave Seomun Ak a thumbs-up.

An innkeeper, a chef, and a waiter—all peak masters.

That was the Seong-un Inn.