A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 121

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Chapter 121
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Nam Goong Ho’s powerful jaw trembled as he clenched his teeth, the muscles working beneath his skin.
The scar on his right cheek flushed a vivid crimson, as though the wound itself burned with fury.
“The Heavenly Demon Divine Cult… you dare!”
In that instant, a razor-sharp aura erupted from Nam Goong Ho’s body like a detonation, the killing intent palpable in the air.
“No, Nam Goong Ho!”
Dang Yi Mu leaped to his feet.
“If you channel your inner energy while afflicted by the Heavenly King’s Seal…!”
That very moment.
Dang Song Baek sprang upward with lightning speed, driving his palm toward the ceiling.
Crash!
Shattered roof tiles and splintered rafters rained down in a cascade.
Dang Song Baek had seized the chaos to tear through the roof and escape.
He had calculated that Nam Goong Ho and Dang Yi Mu would not be able to pursue him through the door they were guarding.
“Unforgivable!”
The next instant, Nam Goong Ho launched himself into the air like a beast, pursuing Dang Song Baek.
“Damn it!”
Dang Yi Mu was about to leap after Nam Goong Ho when—
Boom! Crash!
Flames erupted throughout Dang Bo Young’s Quarters.
Dang Song Baek had undoubtedly activated a mechanical trap he had prepared in advance as he fled.
The already-damaged roof groaned and collapsed, sending sparks scattering wildly in all directions.
“Ah!”
Hong Seol flinched from the sudden wave of searing heat.
“Ugh!”
A Ran, her ears covered, let out a stifled cry.
“Curse it, of all times!”
Dang Yi Mu ground his teeth and abandoned the pursuit, instead herding the children toward the exit.
“Outside! Everyone out now!”
“Yes, Grandfather!”
The moment Dang Yi Woon turned toward the door—
A burning rafter collapsed directly above his head.
“Watch out!”
Nam Goong Baek swung his blade overhead, cleaving the timber in two.
Thud!
The two charred pieces tumbled past Dang Yi Woon’s feet.
“I… th-thank you!”
Dang Yi Woon, frozen in shock, finally regained his senses and took the lead.
“This way!”
“Seol Ah, hurry!”
Nam Goong Baek, his mouth covered by his sleeve, urgently grabbed Hong Seol and pulled her along.
There truly was no time left now.
“Let’s go, A Ran!”
Hong Seol, dragging the dazed servant A Ran with her, rushed outside.
But that place too had already descended into chaos.
“Ahhh!”
“Kyaaaah!”
The Poison Chamber was engulfed in raging flames, and screams echoed from every corner.
But the greater problem was Nam Goong Ho.
Having chased after Dang Song Baek, he was discovered mere paces away from Dang Song Baek’s Quarters.
“Haa, haa.”
The man who had always seemed immovable as a mountain was now on one knee, gasping for breath.
A thin trickle of blood was visible at the corner of his mouth.
“Grandfather…?”
Hong Seol’s eyes widened.
In the next instant, I was already running.
Boom!
Seeing Hong Seol rushing toward him, Nam Goong Ho tried to rise using his sword as support.
But his body wouldn’t obey, and he staggered unsteadily.
“Grandfather!”
Hong Seol, who had rushed to his side, was nearly in tears. Nam Goong Ho spoke in a low voice.
“Your grandfather isn’t dead yet… Cough!”
He turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Dang Yi Mu, who had arrived a step ahead of Hong Seol, checked his pulse and spoke.
“His internal organs are severely damaged.”
“Damn it, I had an aerial exchange with that Demonic Cult bastard…”
Then Dang Yi Mu erupted in anger.
“Why on earth did you do that, Nam Goong Ho? Didn’t I tell you to hold your breath? Heavenly King Lung is an extremely vicious mountain poison!”
When afflicted by Heavenly King Lung, the moment one tries to use inner force, it rapidly drains away.
“Why did you chase after someone who has mastered demonic techniques when you couldn’t even maintain a protective barrier!”
Demonic techniques differ fundamentally from Orthodox Sect martial arts.
The greatest difference is that mastering demonic techniques allows one to reach high realms of power rapidly.
Of course, there were corresponding side effects.
Physical agony and an increasingly savage nature were among them.
Nevertheless, if one desires swift achievement, there is no path as effective as demonic techniques.
Just as Dang Song Baek had unleashed power nearly equal to Nam Goong Ho’s in a single breath.
Dang Yi Mu, his anger subsiding, spoke as if to console Nam Goong Ho.
“To face such a monster while unable to use inner force… it’s fortunate your internal organs were merely severely damaged.”
Yet Nam Goong Ho cried out, unable to contain himself any longer.
“Dang Yi Mu! This is no time for hesitation. We must pursue him at once!”
But Dang Yi Mu shook his head with cold resolve.
“You’re already wounded—where do you think you’re going? Dang Song Baek crossed the Dang Gate walls long ago. Leave the pursuit to the Fierce Snake Squad.”
“Then we’ll be too late! We must catch him now!”
It was a voice thick with anguish, boiling up from the depths of his being.
But with the great fire raging in the Poison Chamber, the Fierce Snake Squad was equally overwhelmed.
Nam Goong Ho ground his teeth with a sharp crack.
“Then I’ll go alone!”
At that, Dang Yi Mu, who had been checking Nam Goong Ho’s pulse, snapped with exasperation.
“It’s already too late, I’m telling you! Why are you acting like a child?”
A low growl rumbled from deep in Nam Goong Ho’s throat.
“…It must be the Demonic Cult.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Dang Song Baek’s wooden hairpin. It was the same short blade left behind by the vicious beasts that descended upon the Nam Goong Family Estate three years ago.”
“What!”
Even Dang Yi Mu could not help but be startled by those words.
He knew how relentlessly his dear friend Nam Goong Ho had searched for those beasts from three years past.
“I scoured the entire realm like hunting for rats, yet nothing similar ever surfaced. To think it was an artifact of the Demonic Cult…”
Nam Goong Ho’s lips trembled as he finally grasped a thread of the truth.
Only then did Dang Yi Mu understand why Nam Goong Ho had thrown himself so recklessly into the Heavenly Demon’s snare.
The calamity of three years ago must have been the most devastating blow of his entire life.
His beloved wife, whom he had cherished like precious jade throughout his years, had perished. His treasured daughter-in-law had lost the child in her womb.
And that was not all.
His young grandson would become a man marked for death at twenty.
That child, once praised as the pillar upon which the Nam Goong Family would stand, had thereafter closed his heart to the world, or so the rumors claimed.
Though from what Dang Yi Mu had observed, the truth seemed somewhat different.
“Well… I see.”
Dang Yi Mu clicked his tongue softly, glancing at Nam Goong Baek, whose lips remained sealed tight as a clam.
‘Should I request the Dang Family Master to pursue Dang Song Baek even now?’
But no matter how he considered it, the answer remained the same. Dang Yi Mu spoke with cold clarity.
“No—it’s already too late to give chase.”
Then Hong Seol stepped forward carefully.
“It’s… not too late. We can still find him.”
At her words, Dang Yi Mu shook his head.
“I know your brilliance well, but that is impossible.”
At that, Hong Seol looked toward Nam Goong Ho’s face beside her.
His expression was consumed by anxiety.
‘Grandfather fears losing this clue he’s grasped after three long years.’
Then she had to speak all the more.
Hong Seol swallowed hard and began to speak.
“We can use the Hundred-Mile Pursuit Technique!”
She was referring to the secret art of the Nam Goong Family—the very technique that had located her when she was trapped in the Underground Chamber.
At her words, Nam Goong Ho finally seemed to relax, though his expression remained tinged with bitterness as he spoke.
He was carefully choosing his words, determined not to wound Hong Seol’s heart as he explained the situation.
“But Seol Ah, that technique requires Hundred-Mile Flower petals to work.”
“I have the Hundred-Mile Flower petals!”
“What?”
At Hong Seol’s declaration, even Dang Yi Mu—who had been pouting—opened his eyes wide.
“I placed the Hundred-Mile Flower petals that Nam Goong On gave me into the Poison Sect Master’s sleeve. It was when I was lying in bed pretending to be Dang Bo Young.”
Everyone fell silent as though struck by lightning.
In that moment, Hong Seol continued hesitantly.
“It’s not many. I didn’t know when I might be discovered… I couldn’t hold too many in my hand… perhaps only four or five petals…”
“Baek!”
At Nam Goong Ho’s call, Nam Goong Baek nodded.
It was his way of saying he would follow and disguise himself whenever necessary.
The Hundred-Mile Pursuit Technique was the specialty of the young Nam Goong Baek.
Nam Goong Ho, unable to use his inner energy, would be of no help in this situation.
‘But I cannot possibly send Baek alone…’
As Nam Goong Ho’s worry deepened.
“Elder Judge! Are you unharmed!”
At that moment, warriors of the Dang Family dressed in green robes came rushing over.
“The Dang Family Master has instructed us to check on our guests and offer assistance.”
They seemed inwardly embarrassed that such a calamity had befallen their family before the guests of the Nam Goong Family.
One could tell by the way they were all scratching the backs of their heads.
“To think that none other than the Poison Sect Master would harbor such treacherous intentions…”
“Everyone here is fine. Rather than that—”
Dang Yi Mu cut off the warrior’s words urgently.
He raised his gaunt fingers, pointing at Nam Goong Baek.
“Pursue Dang Song Baek together with him! Avoid direct confrontation—only ascertain his location and request reinforcements!”
Dang Yi Mu spoke with emphasis, as though ensuring Nam Goong Ho would hear every word.
“On the honor of the Dang Family name, the young master of the Nam Goong Family must not come to harm!”
“Yes, sir!”
At the invocation of the family’s honor, the warriors answered with blazing determination in their eyes.
For them, the family’s disgrace was already sufficient from the Poison Sect Master’s transgression alone.
Not long after, Nam Goong Baek leaped over the wall as though flying with the Heavenly Wind Divine Method.
Beyond Hong Seol’s sight, he transformed into a wolf and raced forward.
The trustworthy-looking warriors followed in his wake.

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