A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 170

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Chapter 170
“Don’t tell me you also poisoned Baek by conspiring with Dang Song Baek of the Demonic Cult?”
“If I said no, would you believe me?”
“What!”
“The Nam Goong Family was mine from the beginning. It was never meant to be that sickly older brother’s seat!”
“You lost to that brother!”
At those words, Nam Goong Yeol staggered. That martial contest from not long ago—the one where he’d been defeated by a formation technique.
It had been the greatest humiliation of his life.
“That wasn’t… I didn’t lose through martial prowess! Someone must have given that brother some trick!”
Nam Goong Yeol’s gaze fell upon a tiny figure—Hong Seol—and he ground his teeth in fury.
“Yes, it must be that child. That child ruined everything!”
“How foolish! The world doesn’t run on strength alone. Don’t you understand that gaining people’s trust and employing them wisely is also a patriarch’s qualification?”
Nam Goong Ho’s sharp rebuke resonated thunderously through the Patriarch’s Residence.
“Look around you. See who remains at your side!”
Suddenly jolted to awareness, Nam Goong Yeol glanced around.
The elders from the Branch Family he’d brought with him were already avoiding his gaze.
“Even so, Nam Goong Baek is his own blood relative. I never thought the Branch Family Master would go this far…”
“And stealing a letter from the Grand Patriarch? This is nothing short of contempt for the Nam Goong Family itself!”
“It seems the Branch Family’s path, lacking in tradition, ends here…”
Like grains of sand slipping through fingers, the loyalty of men could not be held back.
Nam Goong Yeol found himself utterly alone.
Nam Goong Ho released a heavy pronouncement.
“For betraying the Nam Goong Family and insulting the patriarch, pay with your life!”
Whoosh!
Nam Goong Ho leaped forward with graceful movement, his palm unfurling.
The Heavenly Thunder Divine Palm that erupted forth was incomparably more devastating than the one Nam Goong Yeol had unleashed moments before.
Rumble!
Splash.
Coughing up a basin of blood alongside the clear thunder, Nam Goong Yeol staggered and cried out.
“Black Heaven Squad! Where are you!”
He was calling upon the martial force of the Branch Family he had carefully nurtured.
“…?”
Yet no matter how long he waited, there was no sign of movement from outside. Instead, Nam Goong Ui Gyeol entered and quietly clasped his fist.
“All the warriors of the Black Heaven Squad have been subdued.”
This was thanks to Patriarch Nam Goong On having issued instructions in advance through secret transmission.
Nam Goong Yeol ground his teeth.
“If it comes to this… Heuk Cheon Dae Master!”
At that moment, the master of the Black Heaven Squad, bound outside, suddenly spat out a mouthful of crimson blood.
With labored breath, he left his final words.
“Please… keep your promise… to save my family…”
That was not all.
Thud, thud.
Led by the Master, every member of the Black Heaven Squad who had been captured bit through their own tongues and collapsed to the ground.
Nam Goong Ui Gyeol, examining the fallen men, let out a low groan.
“They have all bitten their tongues and expired.”
“What… what is this?”
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone stood frozen before the surreal spectacle.
Two figures vaulted over the collapsed wall.
Nam Goong Yeol and Nam Goong Do.
Seeing no hope of victory through combat, they had used the Black Heaven Squad’s deaths as bait.
“Seize them!”
The shadows of Changcheon Division warriors blackened the sky above.
Crash!
Nam Goong Yeol, who had been fleeing across the roof tiles, suddenly spun around.
Whoosh!
He thrust his blade forward without mercy.
The one who received it was the Changcheon Swordmaster, who had been leading the charge.
“Ugh!”
The Changcheon Swordmaster, struck in the abdomen, sprayed blood like a fountain from his mouth.
“Young… young master…”
The way he called out the name suggested he had some acquaintance with Nam Goong Yeol.
Nam Goong Yeol, paying no heed, seized the wavering Changcheon Swordmaster by the throat and lifted him high.
His movements were brutally cruel—unimaginable for someone treating a member of the Nam Goong Family.
“Watch well, you fools! This is the end of one who chose the wrong master to serve.”
A blade gleamed in Nam Goong Yeol’s hand. With swift precision, he drew it across the Changcheon Swordmaster’s neck.
Or rather, he tried to.
Crack!
Had someone not seized his wrist in that very instant.
Nam Goong Yeol ground his teeth in frustration.
“Changcheon Master Nam Goong Ui Gyeol!”
He came rushing from behind like a tiger sprouting wings, grasping Nam Goong Yeol’s wrist.
“How could you do this to one with whom you crossed blades in childhood? You are not worthy to bear the name Nam Goong!”
“I had always intended to discipline you myself one day. That day has come… today!”
Before he could finish speaking, Nam Goong Yeol wrenched his wrist free and charged forward with blazing eyes.
Nam Goong Ui Gyeol clenched his teeth and met him head-on.
Clang, clang, clang!
The two exchanged dozens of blows in an instant. Azure Changcheon energy blazed forth from every clash.
The Changcheon Division, unable to find an opening to intervene, watched in breathless silence.
“Hah!”
Dust rose thickly wherever their footsteps fell in the patterns of their movement technique.
Boom!
Two shadows collided in mid-air with a tremendous explosion.
Thud!
They crashed to the ground simultaneously. Someone from the Changcheon Division cried out in confusion.
“W-who won?”
Then a breeze swept through from somewhere.
Nam Goong Ui Gyeol wiped a trickle of blood from his lips with the back of his hand and rose from his kneeling position.
As the dust settled, I could see Nam Goong Yeol’s neck writhing beneath one of my feet.
“Hooray!”
The Changcheon Division erupted in unified cheers.
“Damn it, to a lowly branch family member….”
Crack!
“Gasp!”
Nam Goong Ui Gyeol stomped on Nam Goong Yeol’s neck once more, then fixed a stern gaze upon the Changcheon Swordmasters.
“Where is Nam Goong Do? Where has that bastard gone!”
Only then did they realize that a small shadow had slipped away like a rat and vanished without a trace.
Nam Goong Yeol had deliberately resisted until the end, drawing their attention.
And there was another matter.
Besides Nam Goong Do, someone else had disappeared without a sound.
The Patriarch’s Residence, deeply scarred by the shock of Nam Goong Yeol’s betrayal.
Nam Goong Baek, standing dazed in its midst, finally noticed the empty seat beside him.
“…Where has Seol gone?”
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Huff, huff!
Nam Goong Do ran with every ounce of strength I possessed, moving frantically.
I suppressed my presence as much as possible.
Thanks to grinding my teeth through training all this time, my escape was swifter than anyone’s.
‘Thank goodness Father was captured!’
All the attention of those vile Changcheon Division dogs was fixed upon him.
Besides, the main family’s Estate Grounds were like the palm of my hand. After all, it was where I’d spent my childhood.
I already knew which points had weak security.
‘If I just leap over that high wall right ahead…!’
I could steal a passerby’s horse and reach the Branch Family Residence in no time.
‘Once there, Mother will surely find a way.’
My mother was the daughter of a famous merchant magnate in Hangzhou. She had powerful backing.
I couldn’t save my father, whose guilt was now clear, but at least I could preserve myself.
‘Then, let me gather my strength and do this in one leap!’
I was about to use the Heavenly Wind Divine Method to scale the wall.
“Stop, Nam Goong Do!”
“…What?”
Nam Goong Do froze at the sharp voice.
A small cat-like girl stood blocking his path.
Her hands were planted confidently on her hips.
That irritating sight made his fleeing feet halt.
‘I’ve been meaning to teach that cat girl a lesson anyway.’
Before making a move against Hong Seol, Nam Goong Do quickly surveyed his surroundings.
It would be disastrous if guards were secretly following him.
But the area remained silent.
Not even those annoying rats were visible.
‘This should be manageable.’
Now confident, Nam Goong Do looked Hong Seol up and down.
So she had healed her Yin-Yang Severed Meridians—her presence was indeed formidable.
But she didn’t seem to possess any remarkable martial prowess or hidden weapons.
All Hong Seol carried on her person was a single bulging silk pouch slung across her chest.
Courage surged within Nam Goong Do.
‘Could that girl really face me bare-handed when I’ve been relentlessly honing the Changcheon Sword Technique?’
That wasn’t all.
Through the countless martial secret manuals his mother had procured, he had at least theoretical familiarity with most Orthodox Sect techniques.
In other words, he was confident he could counter whatever martial arts Hong Seol had learned during her time in Jianghu.
The blade sang as it was drawn.
Nam Goong Do unsheathed his sharp sword with ease, his face twisting into a cruel smile.
“So the little cat really does want to die.”
Unlike Nam Goong Do, who openly radiated killing intent, Hong Seol hadn’t even assumed a fighting stance.
Instead, she was busy rummaging through the silk pouch slung across her chest.
The moment Nam Goong Do saw what emerged from it, he doubted his own eyes.

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