Swordless Demonic Pa Chapter 133 : In the Mirror

Countless old and grand buildings stretched out beyond the mountains and fields.

It was the main headquarters of the Heavenly God Cult, one of the pillars of the martial world, which countless people looked upon with fear and awe.

Deung So, the inner hall master of the Shadowless Pavilion in the nine-story pavilion on the left, trembled all over as he saw the incoming carrier pigeons.

"This is crazy... Is today my death anniversary? Haa..."

Deung So, sweating, hurriedly headed for the Gwangmyeong Hall.

Behind him, as he walked busily, were the mbers of the Shadowless Pavilion.

The Gwangmyeong Hall, a huge three-story main hall, was the center that managed the major and minor affairs of the Demonic Cult.

Deung So, who went up to the third floor of the Gwangmyeong Hall, approached the white-haired old man sitting in the large study.

"Deung So of the Shadowless Pavilion greets the Lord of Gwangmyeong Hall."

"What is it?"

Ma Chung, the Lord of Gwangmyeong Hall, frowned his wrinkled eyebrows as he saw Deung So. Seeing him co to him ant it was either good news or bad news.

But seeing as he had co in a hurry, it was clearly bad news.

"Well... that is..."

Deung So held out several carrier pigeon ssages with a troubled expression. His hand, holding out the ssages that had arrived at the sa ti, trembled slightly.

Ma Chung, who had received the ssages, stroked his long beard and groaned.

"Hmm! Heh! How could this be..."

Ma Chung, while reading the ssages, looked up at the sky for a mont as if it were absurd.

If the contents of the ssages were true, it was a disastrous event.

Yuk Sam-yuk was dead, and Kang Hang and the Wall Demonic Hall Master were also dead. Was that all? It was said that the Wind Blood Pavilion Master had also died at the main headquarters of the Esoteric Sect. Besides them, nurous cult mbers had died, and the orthodox faction had also suffered considerable damage.

Ma Chung, who was looking at the contents of the ssages, had a serious expression when he saw Cheon Woo-rin's na among the many deaths.

"Are you telling

to report this to the Cult Leader now?"

"I'm sorry. If I report it, I feel like I'll die on the spot..."

"You're a worthless fellow."

"I'm sorry."

Deung So prostrated himself on the floor and said as if begging.

"Please spare ."

Deung So, who was trembling all over, couldn't even lift his head.

Originally, bad news was bound to bring the arrow of anger to the ssenger first. There was no one who would not be angry when their child had died.

If he was unlucky, he could die just for being nearby.

Ma Chung stood up from his seat, passed by Deung So, and said.

"I will deliver it. You go and call the Flower Pavilion Master."

"Understood. Thank you."

Deung So stood up in a hurry, as if relieved.

* * *

If you crossed the mountain from the place full of the Heavenly God Cult's buildings, a five-story pavilion appeared.

Chirp! Chirp! Flutter!

Birds were flying around the pavilion.

The middle-aged man standing by the window on the fifth floor was looking at the eastern sky. The sun that had risen in the morning was already heading towards the zenith. It was almost ti for a al.

Cheon Yu-myeong, the middle-aged man who was looking at the sky, finished his ditation and turned his body.

He stood in front of the mirror and examined his face for a mont.

Compared to his past self, it was an ugly face. The face that had been called a flower boy in his youth and had made countless won cry was long gone.

"I don't even rember my own face anymore."

Cheon Yu-myeong smiled and then stroked his face.

"I feel like I'll achieve reverse aging soon..."

The middle-aged face he saw in the mirror was starting to get boring.

Rustle! Rustle!

At the low sound of sliding footsteps, Cheon Yu-myeong changed his face to an indifferent expression and turned his head.

Soon, the door opened and two maids appeared. The two maids, who looked to be in their early twenties, were beauties with skin as white as snow, crescent-like eyes, and red lips.

But in Cheon Yu-myeong's eyes as he looked at them, there was no emotion.

"The Lord of Gwangmyeong Hall is on the first floor."

"Tell him to co up."

"Yes."

The two maids placed refreshnts on the tea table and quietly withdrew.

A short while later, Ma Chung entered the room.

He, upon seeing Cheon Yu-myeong, bowed his waist and then slowly approached and sat in front of the tea table.

As Cheon Yu-myeong was pouring tea, Ma Chung quietly opened his mouth.

"There is bad news."

"What is it?"

Clink!

Cheon Yu-myeong, who had placed the tea in front of Ma Chung, smiled. There was no awkwardness in his gentle smile.

Ma Chung swallowed a groan and thought for a mont about how to speak. As Ma Chung hesitated, Cheon Yu-myeong said as if he were frustrated.

"What is it, Lord Ma?"

As Cheon Yu-myeong called him, Ma Chung stroked his beard and opened his mouth.

"Lord Cheon has died in the Esoteric Sect."

The mont he heard his words, Cheon Yu-myeong's expression contorted fiercely.

At the sa ti, a powerful protective energy rose greatly and spread in all directions.

Clang! Thwack! Thump!

The emission of Cheon Yu-myeong's internal energy, which had occurred in an instant, split the table, shattered the window, and broke the teacup.

Clang! Thump!

As even the nearby mirror cracked, Ma Chung trembled his shoulders. The maids in the next room also lost consciousness and collapsed.

Although Ma Chung had high internal energy, his heart ached at Cheon Yu-myeong's montum. If those with weak internal energy had been nearby, their hearts would have frozen.

"I want to be alone for a while. Wait."

"Yes."

Ma Chung answered and then went down to the first floor.

Cheon Yu-myeong, left alone in the room, brought the broken bronze mirror and examined his face.

It was an indifferent expression.

'This should be enough.'

A slight smile hung on Cheon Yu-myeong's lips and then disappeared.

* * *

After an hour, the awakened maids cleaned the tea room. The maids, who had placed a new tea table and chairs, called Ma Chung.

Ma Chung entered the tea room, where a heavy silence flowed, with a sigh. Rumors about this incident were already spreading widely within the cult. The deaths of Yuk Sam-yuk and Cheon Woo-rin would spread in an instant.

"Many executives have died. The Martial Alliance may use this opportunity to pressure our cult."

"Is the Martial Alliance the problem?"

When Cheon Yu-myeong asked, Ma Chung stroked his beard. When asked like that, he had to answer well.

"It is a problem. But the bigger problem is the chaos within the cult."

Since many executives and cult mbers had died, it was a chaos that would naturally occur.

"That's right. This is the biggest loss since I beca the Cult Leader. Since many positions have beco vacant, we must fill them. The problem is the positions of Guardian Yuk and Guardian Yeon."

"Yes. The other positions can be filled through a martial arts tournant, but the position of guardian will not be easily filled."

"A martial arts tournant..."

Cheon Yu-myeong stroked his beard and thought for a mont. If a martial arts tournant were held, the morale of the cult would surely be boosted.

Since it was a position to select executives, any ambitious cult mber could participate.

"The young and spirited ones will like it."

"That's right."

"Prepare for the martial arts tournant."

"As you command."

Ma Chung bowed his head and answered. Cheon Yu-myeong spoke again.

"Summon the elders. Also the executives. We need to hold an executive eting. It must be done as soon as possible, right? We can't leave the guardian position vacant for long."

"We will gather within a fortnight."

"Tell them to gather within ten days."

"I will obey your command."

A fortnight was too long. From experience, it was best to handle such matters as quickly as possible.

Ma Chung should have stood up after answering, but he did not.

Cheon Yu-myeong read the atmosphere and asked.

"Do you have sothing to say?"

"It is a private matter. Is it alright?"

Since Cheon Yu-myeong's mood was not good, Ma Chung asked carefully. Cheon Yu-myeong showed a curious expression.

'Why is this old man, who only speaks in public settings, acting like this?'

Cheon Yu-myeong examined Ma Chung's face to grasp his intentions. But there was nothing to be read from Ma Chung's face.

"Speak."

"Since the eldest son has died, shouldn't the Cult Leader also think about a successor?"

"Is that the problem?"

Cheon Yu-myeong, who had thought it was so important matter, showed a disappointed expression. But Ma Chung's expression was serious.

"The Cult Leader is still vigorous, so how about thinking about remarrying? You have stayed away from won for twenty years since you lost your wife. Since you still have the strength to have children, please remarry and leave a descendant before it's too late."

"Remarrying."

At the matter of marriage, Cheon Yu-myeong frowned.

While living alone, he had shared emotions with a few won, but he had never gone as far as marriage.

The reason was simple.

There was no one who would know as much about him as his wife. Because he had to spend a lot of ti with her at the closest distance, he had deliberately not created such a person.

Because of the premonition of reverse aging in the near future, he was suppressing his sexual desire as much as possible. It was an important ti when his martial arts level could advance another step.

"I will think about that matter."

"Thank you. However, please think about it positively. Many cult mbers in the cult are worried about the Cult Leader's vacant position."

"Does that an there are many candidates for my remarriage?"

"There are many. Very many. Many families often ask."

Ma Chung drew deep wrinkles on his forehead as if he were confiding his own troubles.

Cheon Yu-myeong smiled and then thought of Dokgo Hye. Her beauty flashed in his eyes.

She was now a widow and had to live alone.

Her beauty was still beautiful, and Cheon Yu-myeong had not yet seen a woman who caught his eye more than her.

"More than that, I'm worried about my daughter-in-law."

Cheon Yu-myeong muttered and drank his tea with a face full of sorrow.

* * *

In the large workshop located in the inner courtyard of the Cheon family estate, Dokgo Hye and a few maids were sitting and embroidering.

Dokgo Hye was spending a leisurely ti, embroidering a butterfly.

After her son died, she had beco much less talkative and hardly ever smiled. Because she had lost her smile, the atmosphere of the Cheon family estate was as hard as a heavy rock.

Dokgo Hye, who was completing a purple butterfly for a long ti, stopped her hand when the general manager, who looked to be in his mid-twenties, entered.

"Sister-in-law."

The general manager, Cheon Woo-hyeon, whose eyes t Dokgo Hye's emotionless eyes, closed his mouth for a mont, took a deep breath, and then said.

"There is bad news."

At his words, Dokgo Hye nodded. At her gesture, the maids stood up from their seats and all went outside.

As Dokgo Hye nodded, Cheon Woo-hyeon said with a hardened expression.

"My brother has passed away."

Even after hearing Cheon Woo-hyeon's story, Dokgo Hye did not open her mouth for a mont. As her hair fluttered in the wind, a low voice flowed in.

"He's dead."

"Yes."

At Cheon Woo-hyeon's answer, Dokgo Hye left the workshop and headed for the ancestral shrine. Since she had to go to the rear garden, the path was long.

Behind the slowly walking Dokgo Hye, Cheon Woo-hyeon was with her.

As she passed the rear garden and entered a small path, Dokgo Hye drew her sword and cut a tree.

Clang! Thump!

As the sword energy flashed, two trees were cut and fell.

As the trees fell with a 'thump!' sound, Cheon Woo-hyeon was startled and approached.

"I should have killed him... I should have killed him with my own hands."

Dokgo Hye trembled all over with a face full of killing intent and then extended her sword to Cheon Woo-hyeon, who had co close.

Cheon Woo-hyeon hurriedly stopped walking.

"Sister-in-law."

"It must be a sha that the brother you wanted to kill with your own hands is dead. No, should you be happy? You should be happy since you've obtained the Cheon family estate you so desired, right?"

Various emotions were intricately entangled on Dokgo Hye's face. It was the first ti Cheon Woo-hyeon had seen Dokgo Hye so shaken, so he was montarily flustered.

Cheon Woo-hyeon retreated.

"The Cult Leader is on his way. I will take my leave now. I will see you in the evening."

Cheon Woo-hyeon sighed and turned his body. As he moved away, Dokgo Hye trembled all over and then shouted loudly, cutting the trees in the forest.

(End of Chapter)