A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92
It was a form of cross-body energy transmission, where one directly channeled their inner force through physical contact.
“Ugh… ahhh…!”
I tried to endure it, but I couldn’t suppress the screams tearing from my throat.
“It’s done.”
Only after a considerable time had passed did Mu Gwi Geom withdraw his hands from Woon Young’s body.
Only then did Woon Young examine her palms and gasp in shock.
‘I… I can’t believe it!’
Etched into her palms was the character for “bow” (弧), as if drawn with ink.
In the meantime, Mu Gwi Geom before her had become completely parched, devoid of any moisture.
He had transferred every last drop of his remaining vital energy into Woon Young’s palms.
He barely managed to move his lips.
“Cause… cause a disturbance in the Memorial Hall… Nowhere… else will do.”
The Memorial Hall was the most desolate place within the Sect Grounds.
At the same time, it was the farthest location from the Youth Dormitory where the disciples resided.
He feared that if she caused a disturbance in another hall, innocent others might be caught in the crossfire.
Feeling the Sect Master’s characteristic compassion, Woon Young’s eyes welled up once more.
“In time… news will reach the Martial Arts Alliance that a zombie has appeared on Changnyeong Mountain. Then they will send a master to subdue me… At that moment… confess the truth to them and ask for their help.”
Mu Gwi Geom’s lips trembled, all strength drained from them.
“You must… never trust anyone else… You don’t know who might… be on Seon Hyo’s side.”
His lips moved a few more times before falling silent. He no longer had the strength to speak.
– Forgive me for leaving such a heavy burden upon you…
It was Mu Gwi Geom’s final words, transmitted through sound transmission.
“Master!”
Woon Young collapsed over his body, sobbing uncontrollably.
That was when it happened.
“Who goes there!”
Men in martial robes burst into the Hermitage—the senior disciples who would become the next Sect Master, Seon Hyo, and the disciples of the Seon lineage who had returned after leaving the sect.
“I am Disciple Woon Young.”
Woon Young suppressed her rising sobs and spoke.
“I stopped by while fetching spring water and found that the Sect Master has ascended.”
“Ah, I see.”
The senior disciple Seon Hyo showed no sign of grief.
His martial brothers were the same.
“Then senior brother, you have become the new Sect Master. Congratulations!”
“Congratulations!”
Amid the torrent of congratulations, the cowardly Woon Young’s heart boiled with rage.
Seon Hyo didn’t even glance at Mu Gwi Geom’s corpse.
Instead, he stared intently at Woon Young’s face as if seeing her for the first time.
“I never knew there was a disciple like you among us.”
Woon Young was tall for her age.
The look in Seon Hyo’s eyes as he gazed upon her was far too sinister to belong to a disciple pursuing the Way.
“Tonight, come to my Quarters. I have tasks for you to attend to.”
“I… beg your pardon?”
“Should you fail to arrive promptly, I will summon every child in the Youth Dormitory and have them beaten.”
“Hehehehe, look at this man.”
“Already acting as though the world belongs to him!”
“Well, it does belong to him now, doesn’t it? He’s become the Sect Master of an entire faction. Soon enough, great wealth will come flowing in.”
That wealth was undoubtedly the price of selling off the disciples.
Woon Young ground her teeth inwardly and lowered her head.
‘No matter what happens, I will protect these children from the clutches of those monsters.’
That night.
Eon Jun Gyo of the Muigwi Sword Sect was resurrected with the character for “life” inscribed upon his forehead.
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There were those who listened to Woon Young’s words by amplifying their hearing with inner energy.
The first was the Sword King Nam Goong Ho.
A deep, resonant hum filled the air.
His killing intent saturated the entire Sect Grounds of Changnyeong Sect.
“Changnyeong Sect has fallen into ruin.”
As he rose from his seat, he loomed like Mount Tai itself.
“You would fatten your coffers by selling disciples to the Orthodox Sects?”
“W-wait, Sword King! Hear me out!”
Seon Hyo, the current Sect Master of Changnyeong Sect, had also heard Woon Young’s words.
His senior martial brothers, who had returned after leaving the sect, likewise focused their inner energy to their ears and learned of the situation.
One of them cried out.
“This is merely the one-sided account of a disciple, Great Hero! Where is your evidence?”
“Indeed! No matter how mighty the Sword King may be, he is ultimately the Patriarch Emeritus of the Nam Goong Family. To act without proof in another sect’s affairs is most improper!”
“Hmm, improper?”
Of course, such words held no sway over Nam Goong Ho.
But for the ordinary disciples of Changnyeong Sect standing behind him, it was different.
They lacked the inner energy to hear Woon Young’s words directly.
The words of their Sect Master and his senior brothers, whom they had always relied upon, naturally carried more weight than those of Nam Goong Ho, an outsider.
“That’s right, where is the evidence?”
“It’s all just the word of a child.”
“To insult our Sect Master over such a matter—no matter how mighty the Sword King is, this is something we cannot overlook!”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd.
The disciples of Changnyeong Sect donned their concealed weapons and formed a semicircle around Nam Goong Ho.
Throughout it all, Sect Master Seon Hyo remained safely in the rear, merely inciting the others.
“Disciples of Changnyeong Sect! Show this one who dares insult us the price of his arrogance!”
Meanwhile, inside the Youth Dormitory, Woon Young sensed the ominous atmosphere outside and grew increasingly restless.
“W-what do I do?”
Woon Young felt as though she were sitting on pins and needles.
“It’s, it’s all because of me. Because of me, this terrible fight has… everyone will die!”
“That won’t happen.”
Nam Goong Baek shook his head.
“Even if all the disciples of Changnyeong Sect attacked together, Grandfather would never lose.”
Hong Seol agreed with those words.
‘But then many innocent disciples of Changnyeong Sect will be badly injured.’
People like Seagull Eyebrow and Pockmark.
Hong Seol glanced outside.
The eastern sky had already grown bright.
‘It took us about a day to get here….’
By now, it was time for the people I summoned to arrive.
Hmm, if that’s the case.
Hong Seol took a deep breath and spoke.
“Brother! I need to step outside for a moment.”
“What?”
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“Wait!”
When a child as small as a bean sprinted into the center of the imminent battlefield, everyone’s faces went blank.
Hong Seol trembled with tension but looked directly into the faces of the Changnyeong Sect disciples.
“What if there were witnesses to all of this?”
“What?”
“If you wait a moment, people will come who can prove Woon Young’s words.”
Nam Goong Ho asked as if he found it absurd.
“Who on earth are they? And how do you know these people will come?”
“…Because I called them.”
Called them? Whom? When?
For Nam Goong Ho, this was completely unexpected news.
“Don’t be fooled by a child’s nonsense!”
Seon Hyo, the Sect Master of Changnyeong Sect, had no intention of waiting for witnesses as Hong Seol suggested.
“Subdue those who have insulted our Changnyeong Sect at once!”
At Seon Hyo’s unrelenting command, the warriors of Changnyeong Sect gripped their weapons tightly.
“Don’t hold back because they’re young!”
At the sound of blades rattling toward her, Hong Seol felt her skin prickle.
Meanwhile, Nam Goong Ho’s eyes grew darker and colder. The intensity in his gaze suggested he would break the bones and devour the flesh of anyone who dared lay a hand on Hong Seol.
Just then, a familiar voice cried out.
“How can you order disciples to harm such a young child, Sect Master!”
“Please withdraw your command!”
It was Seagull Eyebrow and Pockmark, who had come to escort Hong Seol’s group to Wuhan.
At those words, Sect Master Seon Hyo’s face flushed with rage.
“You dare defy the Sect Master’s command in this hour of crisis! Disciples of the Changnyeong Sect, strike down those traitors at once!”
Yet perhaps emboldened by the courage of those two voices, despite the order being given, the Daoists merely murmured among themselves—not a single one stepped forward.
Only Seon Hyo and his martial brothers seethed with fury, their faces flushed crimson with indignation.
When no one came forward, Seon Hyo, unable to bear it any longer, cried out.
“Move aside! I shall personally sever the traitor’s head and restore discipline!”
The very moment he drew his blade and rushed forward.
“Everyone, stop!”
A resonant lion’s roar thundered across the Sect Grounds.
Hong Seol’s brow furrowed at the sharp sting that pierced her ears.
That aura was nearly on par with Nam Goong Ho’s.
Footsteps echoed in steady rhythm.
Then, as if by illusion, a contingent of warriors appeared.
The middle-aged man at the head of the procession clasped his fist in greeting toward Nam Goong Ho with evident warmth.
“Sword King, it has been far too long since we last met.”

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