Divine Demonic Path Chapter 90 : Peng Wuji

"Let's have Yifeng Hall cooperate with us. You are free to use any ans and thods. And whatever the result, I will take full responsibility for it."

That was what Mu Yanchou had said.

Looking at it literally, it ant that he would give Peng Wuji his full trust, so he could do as he pleased.

Of course, depending on how you thought about it, you could suspect that it was a trick to pass the buck because he could not handle Yifeng Hall.

But then again, was there a reason to do so?

Peng Wuji, who did not know that Mu Yanchou was very concerned about the trust of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, saw no reason for it.

So he showed a reaction of 'why is this person like this?'.

"It seems you don't like it. I see. You may leave. On your way back, please send the vice leader here."

It ant that he would entrust it to the vice leader.

Naturally, it provoked Peng Wuji's feelings.

"Did you say I can use any thod?"

"Of course. I will take full responsibility for it."

"As Peng Wuji of the Hebei Peng Family and as the leader of the fourth squad of the Divine Martial Stage, I have received the order."

The reason he deliberately ntioned the Peng Family was to tell him not to break his promise. It was a threat that if he said sothing else if the result was wrong, he would question the right and wrong in the na of the Peng Family.

"As expected, you have a good spirit. I'll leave it to you, so do as you please."

Mu Yanchou smiled.

Because it was obvious what Peng Wuji would do.

Because there was only one way to bring Yifeng Hall, which was at the peak of its rebellion against them, under his command. It was to crush the old man that Yifeng Hall trusted and relied on with force.

If Peng Wuji crushed that old man, he would be able to show the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage a dignified appearance of commanding Yifeng Hall, and he would be able to resolve a considerable amount of their disappointnt in him.

On the other hand, if Peng Wuji was defeated, the result would not be bad in its own way.

The relationship with Yifeng Hall would just continue to be at odds as it was now, and the disappointnt of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage in him would turn into disappointnt in Peng Wuji.

At this ti, if he showed a tolerant attitude of embracing them appropriately, their thoughts about him would change.

'Good! Good! It's a very good idea!'

Mu Yanchou smiled to his heart's content as he watched the back of the returning Peng Wuji.

***

Fighting Demon Ban Nahan had a strong personality.

Although he usually had a generous personality to the point of seeming magnanimous, once a fight broke out, he was so active and violent that he seed radical.

Because he thought that was what a martial artist was, and that was the way of a martial artist.

Cho Myung, who had received the teachings of such a Fighting Demon, was also quite active when it ca to fighting.

So he could not understand why the current stalemate had continued for several days.

If it was a fight that had to be seen to the end anyway, it seed better to end it quickly, but he could not understand the reason why they were just lazing around like this without attacking the Evil Family Fortress.

'There must be a reason for this. But what is that reason? I think I really don't know much.'

Although he was curious, he tried to shake it off there.

But he could not shake it off.

Even if he shook his head, it was the sa. He just beca more curious.

"What's wrong?"

Gwak No, who was next to him, asked.

It was strange that Cho Myung was shaking his head.

"I'm curious about sothing, but it won't go away."

"What are you so curious about?"

"Can I ask?"

"Of course you can ask."

Gwak No smiled, revealing his yellow teeth.

It was after lunch, and he was basking in the sun. Since everyone would soon run to the foot of the mountain to train, if he could have an interesting conversation before that, the wait until the training was over would be less boring.

"Why are we just on standby?"

"Huh?"

"I don't know much, so I'm asking. Isn't it better to attack the Evil Family Fortress and end the fight quickly instead of waiting like this?"

"......!"

Gwak No just looked at Cho Myung silently for a mont.

It was an unexpected and strange question, and when he thought about it, it was also a correct statent.

"Hehehehe! You're right. It's better to end a fight quickly."

"But why are we like this?"

"Well, why are we lazing around like this? Is it because we're scared of fighting?"

"I don't think so. When I saw them fight, they were all brave."

"That's right. In my eyes, they were all brave. Then it must be for another reason."

Gwak No smiled and turned his gaze for a mont.

Since this conversation was interesting, he wanted to continue it for a long ti.

At that mont, a few of the ronin and the martial artists of Yifeng Hall, who were interested in Cho Myung's every move, approached slyly.

Gwak No smiled and looked back at Cho Myung.

"I once said that we were about to be caught in the middle of a power struggle for the world, right?"

"Yes."

"Since the assassins of the Heaven of Killing Emperors and the Divine Martial Stage of Tianlian have clashed, you must know that it has really beco like that, right?"

"I think so."

"Well, in that situation, what would happen if Yifeng Hall attacked the Evil Family Fortress and drove them out?"

"What would happen?"

"What do you think would happen?"

"I don't know."

"Don't answer so quickly, think about it once."

Cho Myung closed his mouth and thought.

'What would happen?'

There had to be a basis for thinking and making a judgnt.

Cho Myung had no basis for reading the world situation and what kind of aspect the power struggle and conflict of interests between sects usually had.

Because he had never heard or learned such a story.

"I don't know."

"Not at all?"

"Yes."

Cho Myung, who answered confidently.

In the normal case, one would be ashad of what one did not know.

But Cho Myung's attitude was as if it were nothing.

'He's close to the age of majority (20 years old), but how did he live to be so childlike? Did he live cooped up sowhere to learn that amazing martial art?'

When he thought about it like that, it seed possible.

'It seems that the Fighting Demon taught his disciple harshly because of the despair he felt after being defeated by the Sword Saint of Huashan.'

When he thought about it that way, he could understand the childlike side he occasionally showed, despite his amazing martial arts.

Gwak No understood it that way and turned his gaze again.

Towards the martial artist of Yifeng Hall who was watching the story here with interest.

"Can you teach this kid what the wish of Yifeng Hall is?"

"Of course. The wish of this hall is just one. To sweep away the evil groups from the land of Guiyang and further from Guizhou."

The martial artist of Yifeng Hall said with emphasis.

Cho Myung, who was listening, nodded his head.

Because he had heard it from the master of Yifeng Hall, Yu Bicheon.

When he asked for help, he had said that the reason he had created Yifeng Hall was to drive out the villains. So he had readily answered that he would help.

"Well, as you heard, Yifeng Hall wants to defeat the villains in the land of Guiyang. But if they just sweep away the Evil Family Fortress, will that be the end?"

"The Heaven of Killing Emperors."

"That's right. The Heaven of Killing Emperors remains. But the Heaven of Killing Emperors is too huge for Yifeng Hall to face. Although the assassins who ca here were all defeated by you, you shouldn't look down on them. The Hundred Kill Group that you have faced so far is the weakest of the assassin groups of the Heaven of Killing Emperors. Although Zuo Zimu is not a weak one among the five great guardians, compared to the Heaven of Killing Emperors' master, the Killing Emperor, who is one of the Seven Demonic Sovereigns, he is just a drop in the bucket. In addition, the Killing Emperor has three disciples who have inherited his martial arts. If just one of the three cos, everyone here is a dead man. No, if you are not here, everyone will die."

At Gwak No's words, the martial artists of Yifeng Hall and the ronin of the Gale Squad showed a more rigid reaction than Cho Myung.

They had been triumphant because of the small victories so far, but after hearing Gwak No's explanation, they realized anew how scary the enemies approaching them were, and fear washed over them.

Gwak No looked around at such a reaction and then said slowly.

"The wish and goal of Yifeng Hall is one. To drive out the villains from this land. It is not to show off their courage and leave their na in the world. Then let's think here. Is it right for Yifeng Hall to boldly attack the Evil Family Fortress?"

A basis for thinking and making a judgnt was created through Gwak No's words.

Cho Myung thought carefully.

If they attacked the Evil Family Fortress right now and drove them out, they would face the Heaven of Killing Emperors.

The Heaven of Killing Emperors was too strong for Yifeng Hall to face. No, it was too huge a force. And the wish of Yifeng Hall was not to show off their courage, but to drive out the villains.

'Should I endure? I think so. I think I should endure. I think I should endure for now and watch the situation and build up my strength.'

Cho Myung nodded his head.

The endless standby.

Now he understood.

He had learned that sotis you have to endure to achieve your goal. Maybe sotis you have to give up or abandon sothing. Of course, he did not know what that would be.

And one important thing.

If you are weak, you have no choice but to be cautious.

"I think I understand. We have to wait for now. While trying to beco stronger."

"I think so too. We have to wait for now. While training to beco stronger as you said. Hehehehe!"

When Gwak No laughed, Cho Myung got up.

It was to go and train.

When Cho Myung got up, the martial artists of Yifeng Hall and the ronin of the Gale Squad also began to move.

Of course, it was to go and train together.

But it was at this ti that the area beyond the wall beca noisy.

"They're here."

Cho Myung said.

"Who's here?"

"Those people. The Divine Martial Stage."

Cho Myung turned his gaze beyond the wall, frowning slightly.

***

"What's going on again?"

Yu Bicheon's face showed annoyance.

Because the people of the Divine Martial Stage, the Zhao Family, and the Qingfeng Sect had flocked there again. At least this ti, they had left the ordinary workers and had only brought the family mbers and martial artists.

"Do you even know that the Hengshan Sect, which was coming here, was ambushed by the Heaven of Killing Emperors?"

Mu Yanchou asked, putting on airs.

"Did such a thing happen? So what happened?"

Yu Bicheon's face was colored with surprise.

Although he was at odds with Mu Yanchou, the Zhao Family, and the Qingfeng Sect, as a martial artist of the Orthodox Faction, he could not help but worry about the situation of the Hengshan Sect.

"Although they repelled them, their damage was so great that they turned back."

"Oh...!"

Yu Bicheon, who was sighing like a groan.

Since there was a ti when the martial artists of Yifeng Hall were helpless against the master of the Seven Kill Chamber, the matter of the Hengshan Sect did not seem like soone else's business, and he felt the pain of a fellow sufferer.

'Hmph! You're putting on a show! This is all because of your rash actions!'

Mu Yanchou, who had snorted inwardly, put on an even more arrogant appearance and put his hands behind his back.

"Let's cut to the chase and get to the point. I no longer want to have any lingering feelings for Yifeng Hall. But since I have received an order from Tianlian, I can't just do so without a reason. So Yifeng Hall is thinking of proving that they don't need my and the Divine Martial Stage's help."

"......!"

It was a strange statent.

How could he prove that Yifeng Hall did not need the help of the Divine Martial Stage?

While Yu Bicheon was frowning, Peng Wuji stepped forward. And he stared straight at Gwak No, who was standing awkwardly on one side.

"Step forward! We must settle all the lingering feelings with a duel between you and !"

"......!"

What kind of thunderbolt from a clear sky was this?

Gwak No just blinked his eyes at the sudden, absurd, and strange situation and looked back and forth between Yu Bicheon, Cho Myung, and Peng Wuji.

"It's a good thing to settle the lingering feelings. But a duel, what kind of nonsense is that?"

Yu Bicheon asked Mu Yanchou in a bewildered manner.

But Mu Yanchou crossed his arms and kept his mouth shut, as if he would leave it to Peng Wuji.

"If you are a martial artist who knows pride, you should step forward instead of just standing back like that!"

Peng Wuji roared at Gwak No.

Anyone could see that it was a provocation towards Gwak No.

The martial artists of Yifeng Hall and the ronin of the Gale Squad could not understand why Peng Wuji was picking a fight with Gwak No, and they whispered among themselves, but no one knew the reason.

"You're really going too far! There's a final line among the lines that shouldn't be crossed. To think that you've even crossed that line, I know very well how insignificant you think we are. Really... I don't want to deal with you anymore, so get lost!"

Yu Bicheon roared at Mu Yanchou.

Regardless, Mu Yanchou kept his mouth shut, and Peng Wuji turned around.

"Watch your words! Pride is the life of a martial artist! Just the fact that you have treated us as less than ronin is enough for the entire Divine Martial Stage to question Yifeng Hall!"

"Nonsense!"

It was when Peng Wuji and Yu Bicheon were raising their voices at each other.

"Master Yu, do you have no intention of joining forces with the Divine Martial Stage?"

Gwak No interjected and asked Yu Bicheon.

"No! How can I entrust my back to those who not only threw us as bait, but are also so rude!"

At Yu Bicheon's words, the martial artists of Yifeng Hall nodded their heads with furious faces.

"That's right! They are people who would stab us in the back!"

When Zhong Liguan added a word, not only Peng Wuji, but also the rest of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage glared fiercely. They just could not argue with words because it was true that they had thrown them as bait.

Zhong Liguan was inwardly startled by the murderous montum of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, but he glared back on the outside.

The situation had beco irreversible like this.

Gwak No sighed inwardly and looked back at Peng Wuji.

"Young hero Peng, since the situation is like this, the fight cannot be reversed. But you have chosen the wrong opponent."

Gwak No wanted to say that he should fight Cho Myung, not him. Because from the way things were going, it seed that he was mistaking him for Cho Myung.

But Peng Wuji glared and drew his sword.

"I will test that confidence now!"

"No, I an you have chosen the wrong opponent!"

"Step forward! If you try to mock until the end, I will take it as you have yielded the first move and attack!"

Peng Wuji, who was very angry at the words that he had chosen the wrong opponent, seed about to explode.

"No... it's not ..."

Gwak No, who was muttering.

But while sighing, his two legs were stepping forward.

Yu Bicheon, who was about to step forward, stopped when he saw the sight.

Since the experienced Gwak No was stepping forward himself instead of putting Cho Myung forward, it seed that he had a plan.

While everyone was watching like that, Gwak No slowly stepped forward in front of Peng Wuji.

Soon, Gwak No, who had stopped about ten steps away from Peng Wuji.

A faint smile hung on the lips of Gwak No, who had his two arms naturally lowered, as usual.

"Well, it wouldn't be bad to experience the martial arts of the Hebei Peng Family before I die."

(End of Chapter)