A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90
“This is absurd!”
“I can’t even follow it with my eyes!”
A crowd of cultivators had gathered near the Youth Dormitory.
They were both Daoists who cultivated the Way and martial artists who pursued the martial path.
They were curious to witness the clash between the Sword King, one of the Five Heavenly Kings, and the previous Sect Master, who was called the sect’s strongest.
The sword exchange concluded once more with Mu Gwi Geom, employing Mu Cheol Soo’s technique, seizing Nam Goong Ho’s blade.
“Hah!”
Nam Goong Ho drew upon his inner energy and shook Mu Gwi Geom’s grip loose.
Under that tremendous force, Mu Gwi Geom staggered for a moment.
Crack!
Nam Goong Ho’s fist flew toward Mu Gwi Geom’s jaw.
His voice, seething with fury, pierced the ears of all gathered there.
“Foolish Mu Gwi Geom. Are your hands the only ones you can use?”
Nam Goong Ho and Mu Gwi Geom stood facing each other, having retreated more than a dozen paces.
“Use your killing technique, Mu Gwi Geom.”
“….”
“Others may not know, but I do—having crossed blades with you countless times in my youth. You’ve been showing mercy.”
“….”
“Considering that, I too have held back my hand techniques, but not this time.”
With those words, Nam Goong Ho assumed his stance once more.
Hum.
A shimmering blue aura rippled across his blade like heat waves.
“Sword aura!”
“To witness such a vivid sword aura!”
In that moment, the cultivators cried out in excitement.
I heard a strange sound.
[“Sob, sob….”]
It was the sound of children crying inside the Youth Dormitory.
I looked around, but everyone seemed focused on the Sword King’s aura, paying no attention.
[“Sister Woon Young! Sob….”]
[“Sister! Are you alright?”]
At first, I thought the awakened children were simply startled upon seeing Woon Young enter with the corpse.
But the next words that leaked out made my heart sink.
[“S-Sister Woon Young’s mouth… there’s blood….”]
When I looked up, I could see a streak of dried brown blood at the corner of the corpse’s mouth—the one Nam Goong Ho had struck.
I urgently asked Seagull Eyebrow, who had appeared beside me.
“If the corpse is destroyed, what happens to the sorcerer?”
“Pardon? Ah, the sorcerer dies as well.”
Seagull Eyebrow answered, his attention still absorbed by the duel between Nam Goong Ho and Mu Gwi Geom.
“W-what? Die, you say?”
“That is the law. The moment a sorcerer creates a jiangshi, they become one body with it.”
‘That child, Woon Young… is going to die?’
Hong Seol, seized by panic, watched the battle between Nam Goong Ho and Mu Gwi Geom unfold.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Nam Goong Ho, eyes blazing with fury, pressed Mu Gwi Geom relentlessly, allowing him not a moment to breathe.
‘Something’s off.’
From where I stood, Mu Gwi Geom’s blade showed no intention whatsoever of cutting down Nam Goong Ho.
He was merely swinging to intimidate, trying to force him back at a distance.
Flashes of sword light erupted everywhere, and finally Mu Gwi Geom reached his limit.
“Mu Gwi Geom, you wretch! This is the end!”
Nam Goong Ho’s command shook Changnyeong Mountain itself.
“Grandfather, no!”
Hong Seol cried out.
In that instant, Nam Goong Ho’s blade—aimed at Mu Gwi Geom’s neck—halted.
Thanks to that, Mu Gwi Geom stumbled backward several paces.
He should have vanished into the mountains from whence he came, having taken such a blow, yet he remained motionless before the Youth Dormitory.
As if he were protecting it.
‘Something is definitely wrong here.’
The moment Nam Goong Ho sensed that fissure, Hong Seol rushed toward him.
Nam Goong Ho, startled, bellowed in alarm.
“Seol Ah, it’s dangerous! Don’t come near!”
Hong Seol hesitated, then spoke in a voice only Nam Goong Ho could hear.
“I’ve figured out who the sorcerer is!”
“What?”
“It’s a young disciple named Woon Young. She’s inside the Youth Dormitory right now.”
At those words, Nam Goong Ho’s beard trembled as if in disbelief.
“Are you certain?”
Hong Seol nodded. Nam Goong Ho closed his eyes with a heavy groan.
Then it meant that the moment he cut down Mu Gwi Geom, that young disciple would also meet her death.
Nam Goong Ho, nearly becoming a shameless villain who would have slain a child, opened his trembling lips.
“How could a young disciple even create a jiangshi? No, why would she…?”
Hong Seol drew a deep breath and spoke.
This time, she had to say something that would truly anger her grandfather.
“I intend to find out starting now.”
“How do you propose to do that?”
“Please let me inside the Youth Dormitory, Grandfather.”
“Absolutely not!”
Nam Goong Ho recoiled as if struck.
Mu Gwi Geom, sword in hand, stood vigilant, ready to prevent anyone from entering the Youth Dormitory.
The Daoists would unsheathe their blades without hesitation at the slightest provocation, making it nearly impossible to approach.
“And you still wish to enter the Youth Dormitory after witnessing that?”
Hong Seol nodded.
“Mu Gwi Geom—no, Woon Young doesn’t wish to harm anyone. She merely wishes to protect them.”
Hong Seol spoke earnestly.
“To understand what she’s protecting those children from, I must hear it directly from her.”
Hong Seol clasped her round hands together at her chest, her voice trembling with desperation.
“Please, just give me a little time, Grandfather….”
“Sigh, this child….”
“You were the one who taught me to practice righteousness and benevolence.”
“But how can I possibly let you go in there alone!”
“I will accompany her.”
It was Nam Goong Baek who interjected, having quietly composed himself.
After blocking Mu Gwi Geom’s blade and sustaining internal injuries, he had recovered considerably through cultivation.
“I will go and protect Seol Ah. Even if it costs me my life.”
At those words, Nam Goong Ho’s expression grew pained.
“Baek.”
Baek’s face was set with determination. The way this child so readily offered his life without hesitation pierced Nam Goong Ho’s heart.
‘If only he didn’t believe his life was worthless because he was destined to die anyway.’
Despite the hope Hong Seol had kindled, Nam Goong Baek still seemed trapped in a dark cave.
‘This is all my fault for failing to protect him that day.’
Nam Goong Ho’s voice emerged thick with emotion.
“If anything happens to either of you, I will sever Mu Gwi Geom’s head in a single stroke.”
Even if it meant killing an innocent disciple in the process, he would not hesitate.
“Not just Mu Gwi Geom. If these Daoists attempt to forcibly drag you out or harm you in any way.”
Nam Goong Ho’s gaze swept across the gathered Changnyeong Sect disciples, his face terrible to behold.
“I will obliterate the Changnyeong Sect and salt this earth so that not a single blade of grass grows.”
“Great Hero! How dare you speak such words!”
Sect Master Seon Hyo’s face flushed crimson—a sight to behold. Nam Goong Ho met his gaze directly and continued.
“Let my name be counted among the great demons of Jianghu, and let the Martial Arts Alliance place a bounty on my head. I care not.”
Nam Goong Ho gently brushed Hong Seol’s cheek with one hand.
With his other hand, he stroked Nam Goong Baek’s hair.
It had been so long since he had touched his grandson.
“So neither of you shall be harmed.”
“Pardon?”
“You mean…!”
“What choice do I have? I taught Seol Ah myself that martial artists must value righteousness and benevolence.”
“You’re permitting this?”
Nam Goong Baek’s face showed rare bewilderment, as though he had not dared to hope.
Nam Goong Ho smiled wryly.
“I cannot proceed recklessly without first confirming what calamity has befallen the young disciples. That would be irresponsible.”
“Grandfather!”
Hong Seol’s face brightened as she grasped Nam Goong Ho’s intent.
“Go then. Leave this to me.”
“Th-thank you, Grandfather!”
“Come.”
Hong Seol grasped the hand Nam Goong Baek extended, squeezing it firmly. The warmth and solidity of his grip kindled courage within me.
As long as I held this hand, it felt as though I could venture anywhere.
“Shall we go?”
“Yes!”
The two of us walked forward hand in hand, drawing ever closer to Mu Gwi Geom.
“What madness is this!”
“It seems the Sword King has lost his mind.”
“At this rate, the corpse demon will sever the children’s necks with a single stroke!”
Boom!
Nam Goong Ho stepped forward, blocking the Daoists’ path.
His blade, sharp as winter frost, was planted firmly against the ground.
A brilliant azure sword aura coalesced around it—far more formidable than the one he had wielded during his clash with Mu Gwi Geom moments before.
The sheer power of it caused the very earth beneath the Sect Grounds to tremble and resonate.
It was born from a single, unwavering resolve: to protect his grandchildren.
“I trust my Seol Ah.”
Overwhelmed by the oppressive force, the disciples of Changnyeong Sect fell silent.
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Standing before Mu Gwi Geom, Hong Seol whispered softly.
“W-we came to hear what Woon Young had to say.”
Then, even more quietly—so faintly that even those with heightened hearing could not perceive it—she whispered.
“Tell me what you’re trying to save these children from. I’ll help you.”
She pointed a finger toward Nam Goong Ho, who stood like Mount Tai, shielding the Daoists from harm.
“You can rest for now. Until then, my grandfather will protect you and the disciples.”
Then something miraculous occurred.
Mu Gwi Geom slowly lowered the arm holding his blade, clearing a path.

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