Thump!
Leng Yushan, who had retreated about ten steps, opened his eyes wide and clutched his heart. It was because of the overwhelming pressure he had instinctively felt.
Leng Yushan glared at Jin Sa-wol, who was standing with a gentle smile.
Jin Sa-wol's smile was like that of a dying corpse.
Just then, a throbbing and pain stimulated his heart.
There was a person who used to smile with the sa expression when he was young. The image of that person and Jin Sa-wol's face intersected as quickly as lightning striking his mind.
-Why did you kill them?
-Because they were annoying.
That person had killed an adult without any hesitation. And he loved fighting more than anyone else, and had no fear of seeing blood.
It was that person who had first put a sword in his hand and told him to cut a person's neck.
When he hesitated, that person held his hand. And together, they moved the sword and stabbed the person.
Hot blood soaked his hands and arms, and fear and terror covered his entire body.
That person was smiling at him like that. It was a rotten smile. As if a corpse were smiling.
-Easy, right? All people are the sa. Your heart will also spill blood if it's stabbed by this sword.
"Damn bastard."
Swish!
Leng Yushan, who had taken another step back, glared at Jin Sa-wol and then walked forward.
But he couldn't walk more than five steps.
He wanted to walk, but his legs wouldn't listen. The mories of his childhood held his feet.
Fear.
The person who had first taught him the emotions of fear and terror was standing before him now.
Leng Yushan gritted his teeth and then quickly changed his expression and smiled.
"Brother! It was you, Brother Mujeong. I didn't recognize you. If you had told
beforehand, I wouldn't have been so rude."
Leng Yushan cupped his fists and bowed his head. But the slight trembling in his shoulders was still there.
"It's Jin Sa-wol."
"Yes, Brother Jin."
Leng Yushan forced a calm smile and asked.
"You... you were alive. Hahaha! I thought you were dead."
Leng Yushan, who had gone through countless changes of expression, stared intently at Jin Sa-wol.
"I was lucky."
"That's a relief. I never thought I would see you like this."
Suddenly, he saw Jo Geom-ok standing next to him.
His heart began to beat fast again. It was impatience.
Jin Sa-wol being next to Jo Geom-ok was a hindrance and an obstacle. He had to think that way, but he couldn't.
Jin Sa-wol's smile disappeared, and he asked with an indifferent face.
"How have you been? The Soul-Stealing Needle?"
"Jo Han-yu pulled it out when I was young."
"That's a relief."
Leng Yushan smiled as kindly as possible.
Jin Sa-wol looked back and forth between Leng Yushan and Jo Geom-ok and then turned his body.
"Stop by my room in the evening. Let's have a cup of tea."
"Yes."
Leng Yushan quickly answered and then approached Jo Geom-ok's side. Jo Geom-ok raised her fist towards Jin Sa-wol's retreating back.
"You heartless bastard. We t after a long ti, but you don't even hug . You were a cherished younger brother."
"He cherished ?"
"He killed the instructors to protect you."
At Jo Geom-ok's words, Leng Yushan shook his head as if recalling a terrible mory and then asked.
"But why are you with Brother Jin, noona? You hated him, didn't you?"
As Leng Yushan ca right next to her and tried to touch her shoulder, Jo Geom-ok pushed his shoulder away.
"Go away."
Jo Geom-ok's expression was unreadable. Leng Yushan, who had stepped aside, frowned and approached again.
"Miss Jo! It's , Yeon-il!"
It was then that a loud voice was heard.
Leng Yushan turned his head. In his eyes, he saw the bald Yeon-il.
Yeon-il, with a pale face, strode into the yard.
"I ca with this sick body to see Miss Jo. Have you been well? I haven't seen Miss Jo for a few days, and my body seems to hurt more."
Yeon-il, who was walking with a tearful face, showed a strong fighting spirit towards Leng Yushan.
"Huh? I wondered who was next to her, but it was an ice water that hasn't even dried its blood on its head. Ah! I heard that if you learn the Ice Art, your yin energy becos strong and you beco a eunuch. Is that true? It hasn't happened already, has it?"
"What, you bastard?"
Leng Yushan, as if he were montarily angry, stood in front of Yeon-il with a flushed face.
As Jo Geom-ok's figure disappeared because of Leng Yushan, Yeon-il clenched his fists.
"Get out of the way, you eunuch bastard. I can't see Miss Jo because of you."
"Did a bald monk put a rag in his mouth? Don't you cultivate? And how dare you eye my sister?"
"What? Sister? I found that 'sister' of yours annoying since you were in the Martial Alliance, but where is she your sister here? Hmph! I should just tear that mouth of yours first."
"I'll kill you. Do you think I'll go easy on you because you're a monk? If a hole is pierced in the back of your head, a fountain of blood will gush out."
"Get out of the way!"
"I won't move!"
Yeon-il and Leng Yushan were on the verge of fighting. But they did not move easily.
Yeon-il's Shaoyang Divine Art and Leng Yushan's Cold Ice Divine Art were polar opposites, extre yang and extre yin.
If the two fought, they would both be injured.
Yeon-il poked his head over Leng Yushan's shoulder.
"Miss Jo. Let's have a cup of tea... Huh?"
"Noona. This monk bastard... Huh?"
Leng Yushan, who had turned his body, opened his eyes wide when Jo Geom-ok was not there. Yeon-il also had a flustered expression.
In that instant, the two's eyes glared at each other again.
"It's because of you, you eunuch bastard!"
"How dare a re monk eye my sister? Are you crazy? Shall I pluck out those eyes?"
"I'm just going to kill you today and then die!"
"The one who dies is you!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Thwack!
Thump!
With a loud shout, Yeon-il and Leng Yushan began to fight. A strong wind blew, and a cold and hot energy swirled at the sa ti.
* * *
Thump!
Jo Geom-ok, who was standing outside the wall, shook her head at the sound of the explosion from her own yard.
Thump-thump!
She saw Woo Jeong-bong running in a hurry.
"What's going on?"
When Woo Jeong-bong asked, Jo Geom-ok sighed and pointed at the door with her hand.
"Go and see. I'm leaving."
Jo Geom-ok headed for Jin Sa-wol's room without looking back.
As Woo Jeong-bong heard the 'thump!' sound again, he hurriedly entered the door. In that instant, Yeon-il flew back.
"Ugh!"
Woo Jeong-bong supported Yeon-il, who let out a painful scream.
As the cold air scattered, Woo Jeong-bong showed a fighting spirit to Leng Yushan, who was standing with his right palm extended.
"After the bald monk of Shaolin, is it the fake Taoist of Wudang?"
Leng Yushan put his hands behind his back and gave an arrogant look. Just then, Yeon-il vomited blood.
"Ugh! Cough!"
Since Yeon-il was still recuperating after being seriously injured in the Esoteric Sect, he could not withstand Leng Yushan's Cold Ice Palm.
Yeon-il leaned his body on Woo Jeong-bong's shoulder and said.
"Heok! Heok! That bastard has a dick."
"What?"
"I touched it."
As Yeon-il raised his right hand, Woo Jeong-bong shook his head.
"You crazy bastard."
* * *
In the Gwangmyeong Hall of the Demonic Cult headquarters, where a cold wind was blowing, Dokgo Hyeon and Mun-gang were sitting.
The two had co to the Demonic Cult, reported on the events so far, and were waiting for the Lord of Gwangmyeong Hall.
After a little ti, the Lord of Gwangmyeong Hall appeared.
Ma Chung, who had entered the tea room, waved his hand as the two stood up.
"Sit."
At his words, Dokgo Hyeon and Mun-gang sat down in their chairs.
Ma Chung, after pouring tea for the two, said.
"The cult has suffered a great loss from this incident. But the Martial Alliance has not suffered much. There is a story in the cult that this was all a trap by the Martial Alliance. And we ended up playing into their hands."
At Ma Chung's words, Dokgo Hyeon and Mun-gang were silent. Ma Chung looked at the two and smiled.
"You know that many positions in the cult have beco vacant, right?"
"Yes."
Mun-gang answered, but Dokgo Hyeon, who had no intention of becoming an executive of the cult, kept his mouth shut.
Ma Chung said to Mun-gang.
"You've also suffered a lot, so you should go up now, right? Go to the martial arts tournant."
"Understood."
The words to go to the martial arts tournant ant to seize it by force. It was what Mun-gang had hoped for.
Hearing Mun-gang's answer, Ma Chung turned his gaze and said to Dokgo Hyeon, who was drinking tea.
"You go and see the Cult Leader. The Cult Leader is waiting."
"Pardon? Why ?"
"Since Elder Dokgo has passed away, isn't it because of his regretful heart? He has to send gifts to the Dokgo family, and there are also the secret manuals you brought, so he must want to talk. There will be good news."
Although Ma Chung spoke with a gentle expression, stroking his beard, Dokgo Hyeon couldn't help but be nervous.
"Go on."
"Yes. Then."
Dokgo Hyeon stood up from his seat, bowed to Ma Chung, and then left the room.
As he went out, Ma Chung asked Mun-gang.
"Did Guardian Yuk and Elder Dokgo really have a mutual destruction?"
"That's right."
"Why would they do such a thing? No matter how blinded by greed they were, a mutual destruction... Tsk!"
Ma Chung shook his head, recalling the two.
"Forr Hall Master Kang also died, and even Lord Cheon died. It's not a matter that can be easily overlooked. But one thing I have a question about is that you, that Dokgo fellow, and the subordinates under you all say similar things. As if you've coordinated your stories."
"I don't know the details either. I was lucky to avoid the attack of the orthodox martial artists."
Mun-gang answered without a change in his complexion.
Ma Chung stroked his beard and smiled. His eyes sparkled as if they would see through Mun-gang's heart.
But Mun-gang's appearance was as hard as an iron wall.
In fact, Mun-gang was in a very nervous state, but he was enduring it. He knew well by instinct that this mont was dangerous.
Ma Chung nodded.
"The damage to the orthodox faction is not insignificant either. The Four Swords of Qingcheng also died, and the Five Great Disciples of the Hainan Sect also died. That guy called the Fast Hand of the Tang family also died, and the Justice Hall, which was said to be the pride of the Martial Alliance, was also annihilated."
"Yes."
"But our loss is greater."
Ma Chung seed to be calculating human lives as if they were just numbers.
Mun-gang shook his head.
"More than twice as many orthodox martial artists died. The bodies of the orthodox martial artists were piled up like a mountain on the way to the Esoteric Sect."
"That's a relief. We have an excuse."
"Thank you."
At Mun-gang's answer, Ma Chung stroked his beard.
* * *
Dokgo Hyeon, who had entered the wide main hall, approached the empty grand master's chair at the innermost part and stopped.
The surroundings were quiet, and there was no one. On the contrary, the fact that there was no one made Dokgo Hyeon even more nervous.
'The atmosphere is not good.'
Dokgo Hyeon, who was looking around, felt frustrated. It was after that that the silence was broken.
Footsteps were heard, and the door opened.
Creak!
Dokgo Hyeon quickly prostrated himself.
"Dokgo Hyeon greets the Cult Leader."
Although his voice echoed quietly in the room, the answer ca after so ti.
"Get up."
Dokgo Hyeon, who had raised his head and stood up, looked at Cheon Yu-myeong, who was sitting on the grand master's chair.
Cheon Yu-myeong, unlike the rumors, was a person with gentle eyes, not a cold impression.
"Congratulations on coming out of the Esoteric Sect alive. I heard you went through a lot of trouble."
"No, sir. I was just lucky."
"Since you also brought the secret manuals of the Esoteric Sect, I should give you a reward. If there is anything you need, tell ."
"I did everything for the cult."
"Hohoho."
Cheon Yu-myeong looked at Dokgo Hyeon, then stood up from the grand master's chair and slowly ca down the stairs.
"I heard that Guardian Yuk and Dokgo Shin-wi had a mutual destruction. And my son also died."
"Yes."
Dokgo Hyeon bowed his head and answered. He knew by instinct that the atmosphere was unusual.
Cheon Yu-myeong patted Dokgo Hyeon's shoulder and slowly walked behind him.
"There's no need to be nervous. I'm just curious about the truth of that day."
Swish! Thump-thump!
Cheon Yu-myeong's two hands tapped Dokgo Hyeon's head at a very fast speed.
Dokgo Hyeon's eyes widened greatly, and at so point, they lost focus.
Cheon Yu-myeong smiled and stood in front of Dokgo Hyeon.
"Now, shall we hear the truth?"
(End of Chapter)
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