A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 249

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Chapter 249
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Whoosh—
In the valley, the battle between Seo Gwang Ryun and the Ten Demon Generals raged on amid the torrential downpour.
Crack!
“Argh!”
With a final death cry,
Dok Ryung Ma Gun Dang Song Baek’s body was split in half.
“Hah… hah…”
Through the carnage, Nam Goong Ho emerged, drenched entirely in blood.
His face, already fierce from old scars, now resembled nothing short of a vengeful spirit.
Without even a moment to savor victory, Nam Goong Ho roared toward the others.
“Seol Ah! Our Seol Ah and Baek have vanished!”
“What in blazes are you saying!”
Dang Yi Mu, who had just finished his own opponent, rushed toward Nam Goong Ho.
He dragged one foot as though his ankle had been wrenched.
“Where is my Yi Woon! Where is Yi Woon now!”
“I saw it!”
It was Tian Tong Gai’s voice, descending with his nose bleeding crimson.
“The Heavenly Demon’s consort stabbed herself through the heart! After that, the Heavenly Demon and the children disappeared. It must have been the Je Gal Family’s formation!”
The Je Gal Family’s formation.
At those words, the same realization struck all three of the Three Martial Oddities simultaneously.
‘Then there is only one person here who knows how to break that formation…!’
All three looked up at once toward the cliff where the Grand Strategist Je Gal Hyeop stood.
Thanks to Dok Bi Jo and the Black Eagle Gang joining forces, the cliff had already been cleared.
The Demonic Cult members who had swarmed in like a dark tide had long since become cold corpses.
Dang Yi Mu, straining his eyes to examine the cliff, muttered to himself.
“Where in the world is the Grand Strategist?”
It was then.
Flap flap!
With the sound of wings, a massive eagle soared over their heads.
The Black Eagle descended into the valley and released something it had been clutching in its talons.
Thud!
The eyes of the Three Martial Oddities snapped toward it simultaneously.
“This… this can’t be!”
It was the corpse of Je Gal Hyeop, already mangled beyond recognition and devoid of life.
“The Grand Strategist has fallen!”
Even Dang Yi Mu’s voice, rarely shaken, trembled now.
Dok Bi Jo, who had already resumed her youthful feminine form, nodded solemnly.
The Three Martial Oddities fell into stunned silence.
It was Nam Goong Ho who broke the silence.
“Dang Yi Mu, do you know nothing of this formation either?”
Nam Goong Ho asked as if genuinely angered.
He was expressing his frustration and helplessness in his own way.
Dang Yi Mu, who knew his friend’s temperament well, shook his head instead of responding in kind.
“All I know is the formation’s name.”
Eternal Impermanence Formation.
A living formation that ceaselessly moved to annihilate those it had swallowed.
He knew of no method to break it.
“Unless it were the military strategist who knows all of the Je Gal Family’s secrets.”
At Dang Yi Mu’s visibly weakened words, Tian Tong Gai cried out.
“But we can’t just stand idle! Send the Beggar Sect’s disciples to the Je Gal Family’s patriarch at once——”
“It’s too late. Even if they came from the Je Gal Family, it would take at least four days at best.”
Nam Goong Ho’s gaze fell to the ground.
The formidable presence of the Sword King who had just been cleaving through Dok Ryung Ma Gun’s body had vanished without a trace.
“Seol Ah… Baek…”
Only a pitiful grandfather remained, forced to endure an aching sorrow.
Dang Yi Mu’s grief was no less profound.
These were grandchildren he had cherished and raised his entire life.
Though many of the Tang clan remained in Sichuan, the only bloodline his brother had left behind was Yi Woon.
“To lose Yi Woon so meaninglessly… I have no face to show my brother in the afterlife.”
Ordinarily, Tian Tong Gai was talkative and full of complaints.
But here, he had no words of comfort left to offer.
For he alone had lost nothing in this battle.
Then, a sharp voice rang out.
“Looking so mournful like old men awaiting death. That child is definitely still alive.”
It was Dok Bi Jo.
“What proof do you have?”
Nam Goong Ho asked with a stern expression.
Dok Bi Jo let out a soft laugh.
Even the Sword King was merely one martial artist of the Orthodox Sects to her.
She opened her crimson lips and spoke with confidence.
“They are children I taught. No matter how terrible the formation, no matter that they must face the Heavenly Demon, they cannot lose.”
This applied not only to Hong Seol, but also to Nam Goong Baek.
Nam Goong Ho, completely unaware that Dok Bi Jo was the one who had taught Nam Goong Baek the Mirror Sword, furrowed his brow.
He found it deeply unsatisfying that she would speak such nonsense when they couldn’t even determine whether the children lived or died, much less where they had disappeared to.
“If you don’t believe me, then draw a divination.”
Dok Bi Jo gestured with her chin toward Tian Tong Gai.
“Ah, that’s right!”
Tian Tong Gai, the Beggar Sect Master.
A beggar who understands the will of heaven.
He rummaged through his robes and withdrew the paper tiles that had become the origin of his moniker.
Some were crumpled, others bearing bloodstains—the paper tiles spread before his eyes with a crisp snap.
Shhhhhh—.
Rain continued to fall upon the valley.
Yet Tian Tong Gai paid no mind to the precious paper tiles from the Western Regions growing damp.
His thick fingers deliberated with unusual care, selecting the tiles three times over.
The first was a tile for Yi Woon.
“Excellent!”
As Tian Tong Gai’s face brightened, Dang Yi Mu straightened his head sharply.
“Yi Woon is alive.”
The paper Tian Tong Gai presented bore an image of a woman in white garments grasping a beast by the throat, commanding it at will.
“Is it true!”
Color flooded Dang Yi Mu’s face, then faded once more.
He tempered his joy out of consideration for Nam Goong Ho, whose lips remained pressed in a thin line.
Drawing the second and third tiles in succession, Tian Tong Gai tilted his head in confusion.
“…How strange.”
“What takes you so long!”
Nam Goong Ho, tense with anxiety, snapped irritably.
After all, this was a man who bore the moniker “Tian Tong Gai” itself.
It meant his divinations were worthy of trust.
Nam Goong Ho’s impatience as he studied Tian Tong Gai’s expression was hardly unreasonable.
“Mmm, Baek and Seol share the same divination.”
The paper he presented depicted a figure with pale yellow hair and massive wings, blowing a long horn.
Below, naked figures rose from coffins, extending their hands toward the heavens—a grotesque image.
At first glance, it was unclear whether it portended fortune or calamity.
“What in the world does this mean!”
As Nam Goong Ho pressed him, Tian Tong Gai drew a heavy breath from deep in his throat.
“…It is death.”
“What!”
“And rebirth thereafter.”
“What? What kind of riddle is this!”
Nam Goong Ho’s face flushed crimson and pale by turns.
“So are our children dead or alive right now!”
“…I cannot say. But ultimately, they will live.”
“What!”
“I myself cannot fathom the meaning. But what can be done when the divination speaks thus!”
“Does that even make sense!”
It was the moment Nam Goong Ho reached to seize Tian Tong Gai by the collar.
Flash!
The moment light fractured across the darkened sky.
Rumble!
A tremendous thunderclap shook heaven and earth.
Then, a downpour incomparably fierce compared to before began to pour down.
Simultaneously, a violent wind arose from nowhere, howling across the land.
“Be careful!”
“Grab onto something!”
Those who could barely open their eyes pressed themselves flat against the ground.
Some endured by using the Thousand-Weight technique to make their bodies heavier.
The corpses atop the cliff were swept away one by one by the ferocious wind.
“L-look at that!”
Tian Tong Gai raised a trembling finger.
The pond behind the Ancestral Shrine, which had remained still until now, was churning with terrifying violence.
The aura was so powerful.
The boulders decorating the pond’s perimeter rose into the air, unable to withstand the pressure.
Crash!
Then, with a sound as if the world itself were shattering.
Something surged powerfully from the center of the pond.
Scales of pristine white.
A body coiling and twisting like the Yangtze River itself.
An aura as formidable as lightning.
“A, a dragon…!”
Nam Goong Ho’s voice trembled as he spoke.
“Seol Ah was right! The Western White Dragon had been sleeping here all along!”
That overwhelming aura was vaster than any martial master he had ever witnessed.
Vast enough to swallow even the Heavenly Demon in a single bite.
“Why, why only now….”
The Western White Dragon he had been waiting for had finally appeared.
Nam Goong Ho’s vision blurred with moisture.
That was the moment.
Thrash!
The Western White Dragon, its body half-extended from the pond, whipped itself with tremendous force.
Crash!
Then, along the valley, the earth’s surface began to split open.
It was as if a colossal earthquake were tearing through the very ground itself.
“Evade!”
“Climb toward the cliff!”
The surviving martial masters of Seo Gwang Ryun moved with lightning speed to escape.
Rumble!
Thunder and lightning continued unabated overhead.
The rain continued to pour relentlessly.
The wind howled with fierce intensity.
Without exception, everyone squeezed their eyes shut and endured for what felt like an eternity.
And then, in an instant.
The sky cleared as if by miracle.
Above their heads, the White Dragon of the Western Regions soared past, its tail undulating in pristine white.
“Wh-what?”
A cry of astonishment escaped from Maeng Woo Hee, the Master of O Dok Valley.
She lay cradled in Ya Pae’s arms, her eyes wide with shock as she pointed down into the valley below.
In that deep fissure, as though carved by the lash of a whip.
Three figures lay motionless upon the ground.

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