Chapter 249: Heavenly Demon Tang Sewoon (3)
Sewoon was utterly bewildered by the na Poison Demon Yelü Sheng.
It was soone he had never expected.
In his mind surfaced the image of Yelü Sheng, fighting frenziedly against spell-bound corpses amid the ruins of the Heaven-Piercing Gang.
Sewoon could not help but swallow a groan at the thought that such a horrific karmic tie continued to cling to him so persistently.
‘Yelü Sheng… truly an exhausting and cursed connection.’
After parting ways with him, the man must have been moving while injured, only to be captured by the Demonic Cult.
In his shattered state after their battle, even the Poison Demon would not have been able to resist Buk Ri-seung properly.
At that mont, perhaps misunderstanding Sewoon’s silence for sothing else, the Sura True Lord awkwardly added,
“…He was rampaging so violently even in the prison that we were forced to subdue him first using the Divine Cult’s inherited ‘control thod’… If he truly shares deep ties with my lord, I will send word imdiately….”
His voice was heavy with discomfort, along with deep remorse for troubling his master.
A control thod passed down through the Demonic Cult undoubtedly ant that a horrific restraint tool—comparable to Sewoon’s own Gu Poison—had already been applied.
“There is no need for that.”
“…!”
Facing the Demonic Cult’s martial warriors who were quietly awaiting his response, Sewoon once again began to weave a lie.
“Of course, that wretch has no connection to this seat whatsoever. He was rely a lowly remnant of the Blood Cult who followed the Blood Demon.”
“Ah! Y-yes, as expected!”
The elders of the Demonic Cult, including the Sura True Lord, nodded in agreent.
“But if that is so, how dare that maggot recklessly invoke your august na…!”
“We should kill him imdiately!!”
At once, their hostility toward the Poison Demon flared openly.
For Blood Cult filth to dare claim themselves as the master’s teacher—
Such blasphemy was utterly intolerable.
Murderous intent glead in their eyes, as though they might tear Poison Demon Yelü Sheng apart at any mont.
“He consud a poison known as Angshin Tears, which lted his brain and worsened his madness, causing him to beco obsessively fixated on this seat.”
“Then I shall imdiately send word and order his execution—”
At Buk Ri-seung’s declaration to dispose of the Poison Demon, Sewoon’s eyes flashed sharply.
If he borrowed the Demonic Cult’s hand, this would be the perfect opportunity to sever that bastard’s lifeline once and for all.
A chance to end their stubborn karmic bond.
Yet in that instant, Sewoon forcibly steadied his reason.
“Wait.”
“…Yes?”
Buk Ri-seung blinked in surprise.
“Would it be acceptable to kill him so easily?”
“…!”
“I have conceived a punishnt befitting his sins.”
“Oho! As expected of the Divine Demon!!”
Before Sewoon had even explained his thod, Buk Ri-seung praised his decision.
It was madness that perfectly embodied the term fanatic.
‘In a situation this urgent, a martial warrior of the Poison Demon’s caliber can be used far more fittingly.’
Sewoon judged that simply killing the Poison Demon would be far too wasteful.
Poison Demon Yelü Sheng was a madman, but also a powerful expert who had reached the Manifestation Realm.
Moreover, judging by his mastery of poison arts, he was a uniquely unrivaled existence in the martial world—one that even Sewoon did not greatly surpass.
He would be of imnse help in the greater battles to co.
It was the perfect application of Using Poison to Control Poison.
‘I will drain every last fragnt of his Innate True Qi… and then kill him miserably.’
At present, the Tang Clan’s entire combat strength was focused solely on preparing for the Blood Cult’s southward advance.
In that mont, another force surfaced in Sewoon’s mind—one he could crush by exploiting both the Poison Demon and the Demonic Cult.
‘I will leave this place and head straight for the Mount Hua Sect. In the anti, I shall use the Demonic Cult’s hand to carry out the task I have long postponed.’
Sewoon’s gaze glead coldly.
His resolve was absolute.
“Listen well. I shall now issue the first command.”
Sewoon’s voice reverberated throughout the Heavenly Demon Cavern.
At that solemn command, all Demonic Cult martial warriors fell to their knees in unison, bowing their heads deeply.
“Command us at once!! Our master!!”
“We shall gladly follow even the most perilous path!!”
Buk Ri-seung and the others paid homage to Sewoon with reverent formality.
Their faces were filled with fervent yearning.
Radiating overwhelming pressure, Sewoon surveyed them with eyes reminiscent of a king of beasts and declared in a dignified voice,
“From this day forth, the Divine Cult shall cast off the darkness and erge into the light.”
“A-ah…!”
“O Divine Demon…!”
At the explosive declaration that would drag the long-scheming Demonic Cult fully into the open, overwhelming ecstasy filled the eyes of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult’s warriors.
So even shed tears of emotion.
And how could they not?
After hiding their breath in darkness for centuries while awaiting their master, they would finally reveal themselves beneath the sun.
Their long-cherished wish was at last being fulfilled.
All of them had lived solely for the reappearance of the Heavenly Demon.
To them, this was not rely a command—it was a blessing that affird the very aning of their existence.
“And to shatter the Blood Cult, the Divine Cult’s first target shall be…”
Sewoon paused briefly to draw a breath.
In the blazing gazes of Buk Ri-seung and the others burned nothing but hostility and killing intent toward their master’s enemies.
They were prepared to obey any order and offer their lives without hesitation.
“It shall be the Demonic Alliance led by Moonlit Night Chen Yinghua.”
“Heavenly Demon, Eternal for a Thousand Ages!”
“All Demons Bow in Reverence!”
As Sewoon’s command descended, thunderous cheers once again erupted throughout the Heavenly Demon Cavern.
‘Revere Shaolin in the north, honor Wudang in the south.’
If there was Shaolin in the north, then there was Wudang in the south.
As the old saying of the martial world went, the Wudang Sect had always stood as the greatest and most illustrious pillar among the orthodox sects.
Having produced the Murim Alliance Leader, the Sword Emperor, it was no exaggeration to say that the sect now stood at the height of its golden age.
Yet even amid such prosperity, there existed a sacred and tranquil domain—
“Block them!! No enemy must be allowed to enter the Purple Cloud Palace!”
“Urgh!”
“We must hold them back until the elders return!!”
Now stained with the chill of clashing steel and anguished cries.
Within the pitch-black darkness, dozens of shadows were slashing their swords at the Wudang Sect’s Daoists.
They were all wrapped in long black robes and had black bamboo hats pulled low over their faces, concealing their identities as they moved under heavy disguise.
Worthy of those who dared attack the Wudang Sect without a shred of fear, the martial prowess of these masked intruders was uniformly outstanding.
From a secure position at the very rear, watching the exploits of her subordinates—
“Kehehe… so this is the Wudang Sect. Nothing special at all.”
Moonlit Night Chen Yinghua twisted her lips in clear satisfaction.
That was right.
The true identities of the intruders who had launched a surprise attack on the Wudang Sect’s main stronghold were none other than the elite combat unit of the Demonic Alliance.
“That is correct, Alliance Leader. Excluding Yu Jinhak, they are nothing more than na??ve, cloistered Daoists who know nothing of the world.”
“You are right, Extre Ghost Unit Leader. It seems you trained them very well.”
“Thank you!”
Seizing the mont, the Extre Ghost Unit Leader, Chen Yinghua’s right-hand man, hastily flattered her.
Yet his sycophantic words were not entirely wrong.
In truth, the battle unfolding at the Wudang Sect’s main stronghold was decisively in their favor.
No matter how elite the Demonic Alliance’s combat unit might be, the Wudang Sect’s overall strength should never have been so easily overwheld.
There was only one reason such a one-sided outco was occurring.
‘Is this a sign of Heavenly Fortune? Everything is unfolding exactly as I planned.’
It was because Chen Yinghua had already carried out countless covert sches beforehand to cripple the Wudang Sect’s strength.
Her exceptional ability did not lie solely in martial arts.
She surpassed even Namgung Myeong in ruthless plotting and sinister stratagems.
Her plans were ticulous, and her objective was crystal clear.
To scatter the Wudang Sect’s forces, then exploit the chaos to strike deep into the heart of the main stronghold.
‘First—abducting the young Daoists.’
On Chen Yinghua’s orders, a separate detachnt was deployed to abduct only the young Daoists of the Wudang Sect—children not yet ten years old.
When the innocent children’s screams tore through the stillness of the night, pursuit squads were dispatched the mont the situation was grasped.
‘Second—attacking the commoners.’
A horrific curse inscription was unleashed upon the village of commoners located at the foot of Mount Wudang.
Bathed in the ominous aura emanating from the inscription, villagers collapsed screaming in terror.
As casualties mounted, Wudang Sect Daoists once again descended the mountain to save the commoners.
And at that very mont—
Chen Yinghua and her elite forces, who had been lying in wait, began shaking the main stronghold itself.
Using the formation-dismantling rites of the Wudang Sect that Namgung Myeong’s White Path Union had prepared in advance, they struck the enemy like shadows—silent, precise, and sharp as blades.
‘Kehehe… no matter how mighty the Wudang Sect is, if you shake them in three places at once, their heads are bound to split.’
Chen Yinghua’s blood-tinged eyes flashed as she rejoiced inwardly.
Her ticulous calculations and cunning stratagems were aligning flawlessly.
[Alliance Leader, the signal has just been sent to the Namgung Clan Head.]
At that mont, the Extre Ghost Unit Leader sent a telepathic ssage.
The secret pact between the Namgung Clan and Chen Yinghua was proceeding smoothly.
Once they stirred the Wudang Sect just enough and withdrew, an unimaginable reward would follow.
‘Kehehe… the crafting thod of the Great Cycle Pill. If I obtain that…!’
Blazing greed burned fiercely within Chen Yinghua’s eyes.
The Great Cycle Pill.
A supre elixir whose na alone could stir endless bloodshed throughout the martial world.
As legendary as its power to revive the dead, its crafting thod was worth more than a thousand fortunes.
With it in hand, one could amass wealth great enough to purchase even a nation.
[Good. Now we will pin everything on the remnants of the unorthodox sects of Guizhou and the remnants of the Heaven-Piercing Gang, then withdraw.]
[Formal obedience response!]
A sinister smile crept onto Chen Yinghua’s face.
She intended to heap all bla upon the unorthodox forces that had already been annihilated by Tang Sewoon.
All evidence would be erased, and they would vanish like shadows.
‘No matter how I look at it, this is a deal with absolutely no loss.’
Just as Chen Yinghua wore a triumphant smile—
Their plan encountered an unforeseen and massive obstacle.
“Hm… for what reason have so many uninvited guests co to my ho?”
“……!!”
Chen Yinghua could not suppress her shock at the mysterious voice that suddenly sounded by her ear.
That low, calm voice resonated through space itself.
It carried no power, no killing intent whatsoever.
“Ghk—kugh!”
“Wh-what?!”
Yet the pressure emanating from that voice shook the entirety of Mount Wudang.
Where his gaze fell, an elderly man dressed in simple white martial robes was walking toward them.
At his waist hung a single, utterly ordinary iron sword.
Chen Yinghua’s pupils trembled as though struck by an earthquake.
‘W-why is he… here?!’
A crushing pain seized her heart.
It felt as though every calculation, every plan she had made was collapsing into ashes.
“You may be unaware, but to cross this sect’s mountain gates, one must first lay down all weapons.”
Rumble—!
Boom—!
With each step he took, the earth trembled and the air quaked.
It was as though all the world’s vital essence was converging upon him.
“Sword Emperor…!”
Soone on the battlefield muttered the na unconsciously.
The strongest under heaven.
The Murim Alliance Leader.
Sword Emperor Yu Jinhak had descended.
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