Almighty God of War - Chapter 190

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Gyo Myosangin was a peerless master who had broken through the middle stage wall of the Transformation Realm and was on the verge of advancing to the upper stage.

Even prestigious families like the Namgung Sega didn’t dare touch him because his martial prowess was overwhelmingly dominant.

His greatest characteristic was commanding hundreds of finger-sized venomous insects.

These were spiritual creatures refined over a hundred years by feeding them a thousand different poisons, with shells harder than steel that couldn’t be wounded even by decent treasured swords.

And their venom was so lethal that even Transformation Realm masters would die within three breaths if bitten once.

His personal martial arts were also formidable, with the Wind Demon Staff Technique wielded by a pair of wind demon staffs worthy of being called the pinnacle of demonic arts.

However, what Gangho feared about Gyo Myosangin wasn’t his martial arts but his vicious scheming.

He was cautious enough to test even stone bridges tens of thousands of times before crossing, and he cherished his own life more terribly than anything else in the world.

Under no circumstances would he move unless a ‘ten out of ten’ certain chance of victory was guaranteed.

Thanks to that thorough survival instinct, he had escaped countless crises over fifty years and survived to this day.

And while countless enemies who hated him sharpened their blades of revenge only to grow old and die first or return to dust, he had reigned as the master of Manho Mountain.

* * *

Deep in the valley of Manho Mountain.

There, a massive underground cave complex was hidden.

The entrance was cleverly concealed in the crevice of a sheer cliff, making it nearly impossible to discover the door disguised as rock.

This was Gyo Myosangin’s stronghold, the Gyo Myo Cave Complex.

Unlike the bleakness of the entrance, the interior was vast and splendid.

The living space spanning hundreds of pyeong emitted a blue-white light brighter than daylight thanks to hundreds of luminous stones embedded in the ceiling and walls.

Contrary to his sinister alias, Gyo Myosangin was one who pursued extreme pleasure.

The walls were papered with red silk, and expensive furniture and screens embroidered with gold thread were abundant.

The sweet scent of sandalwood that made one’s mind hazy floated in the air, and the enchanting sound of gayageum from somewhere dyed the space dreamlike.

In the center of the cave complex sat a massive chair more luxurious than the Emperor’s, with an old man leaning back against it.

Though already over a hundred years old, his skin was as lustrous as someone in their forties.

This was thanks to using forbidden demonic cultivation methods that absorbed the vital essence of young women to delay aging.

Wearing a silk robe with embroidered dragon patterns while fingering jade ornaments, his eyes were filled with cunning that constantly calculated something.

Beside him were two beautiful women in thin silk clothes, one carefully massaging his shoulders while the other poured wine into his cup.

Though suppressed fear lingered in them, Gyo Myosangin seemed to enjoy even that, smiling with satisfaction as he drank his wine.

Before him sat five men and women with extraordinary auras.

They were leaders of the dark path from Anhui Province, Jiangsu Province, and Zhejiang Province personally summoned by Gyo Myosangin, all masters who had reached at least the early stage of the Transformation Realm.

The elder with bloodstone-like red massive hands, Blood Sword Immortal, and the ghastly corpse-like pale-faced cultivator in robes, Ominous Demon, were leaders of Anhui Province’s dark path.

The burly middle-aged man armored all over his body, Iron Scaled Dragon, and the one-eyed elder with a three-foot longsword at his waist, Dok Anggeom, came from Jiangsu Province’s dark path.

And the captivating thirty-something beauty with jade-white skin and red lips, Lady Bloodrose, was a female master known as the most cruel in Zhejiang Province’s dark path.

Five demon heads who had tenaciously survived through skill despite being pursued by the Changcheon Martial Alliance and righteous masters of each province had gathered in one place at Gyo Myosangin’s invitation.

Gyo Myosangin set down his wine cup and spoke.

“I’m truly grateful that you responded so readily to this old man’s summons.”

Deep satisfaction was embedded in Gyo Myosangin’s voice.

“Senior Gyo Myo, please stop beating around the bush with such distinguished guests present.”

Blood Sword Immortal cleared his throat and carefully interrupted.

Though he had come at the invitation, it wasn’t a voluntary visit, so subtle dissatisfaction lingered in his brow.

But even he, a leader of Anhui Province’s dark path, couldn’t carelessly lose his temper when dealing with Gyo Myosangin.

This was because instinctive fear of Gyo Myosangin’s sinister methods and martial arts was deeply rooted in his heart.

“Kekeke.”

Gyo Myosangin let out an unpleasant laugh as he tilted his wine cup.

“Indeed, Brother Blood Sword has an impatient temperament. Fine, then I’ll speak directly.”

His sinister gaze swept over the five demon heads in turn.

“You must have heard stories about that brat called Guyang Cheongang?”

Heavy silence flowed through the cave complex.

The reason these five masters scattered across different provinces could gather in this place was because they had been wandering Jiangxi Province due to Pungnimgok.

So there was no way they wouldn’t know the name Guyang Cheongang.

Ominous Demon spoke with a sinister expression.

“Do you have information about that bastard, Senior?”

“Otherwise, why would I have summoned you all?”

“Hmm…”

A chilling light filled with greed blazed in the eyes of the five masters.

Gyo Myosangin continued.

“He’ll enter Manho Mountain within a few days. My subordinates have already confirmed that he left Geumneung and is heading here.”

Dok Anggeom’s eyes flashed coldly as he asked.

“So that’s why Senior summoned the five of us?”

“That’s right.”

Lady Bloodrose asked with an alluring smile.

“Isn’t summoning all of us to catch just one brat a bit excessive? Of course, if we’re plotting against him together, it’s something we’d welcome with open arms.”

A bleak smile appeared on Gyo Myosangin’s lips.

“You seem to think you can easily capture him.”

“With everyone here together, it should be easier than flipping one’s palm, shouldn’t it?”

“Would that really be the case?”

Suspicion arose on the faces of the five demon heads who sensed the strange atmosphere in Gyo Myosangin’s words.

Dok Anggeom asked.

“Senior seems to think differently. I’d like to know the reason.”

Gyo Myosangin nodded and said.

“It seems you haven’t heard the news that Guyang Cheongang killed Yohwarang and Dokpaja yet.”

“…What did you say?”

Instantly, the cave complex was engulfed in shock.

Iron Scaled Dragon asked with a grave expression.

“Is it true that he killed two elders of Cheonsa Bu?”

“It actually happened in Geumneung not long ago. Though Cheonsa Bu is thoroughly controlling information, they couldn’t escape my eyes.”

“It’s hard to believe he did such a thing alone. Perhaps he had accomplices?”

“There was nothing like that. There were more than a few witnesses, so you can believe that.”

Ominous Demon swallowed dry saliva and muttered.

“Two elders alone… Then doesn’t that mean he’s at the middle stage of Transformation Realm or higher?”

“I didn’t see it directly, so I can’t say his level. But it’s certain he’s a master. He might even be a step above you all here.”

Heavy tension circulated through the cave complex.

Lady Bloodrose spoke with thoughtful eyes.

“So that’s why Senior invited us.”

Gyo Myosangin nodded.

“Correct. I might not act otherwise, but once I’ve made up my mind, shouldn’t I prepare thoroughly?”

Iron Scaled Dragon asked.

“You seem to have a plan. Please tell us.”

Gyo Myosangin pointed at the five with his finger and spoke.

“You five will first drain his energy through ambush. This old man will take the role of cutting his throat.”

He was designing a plan that thoroughly protected himself while securing certain victory.

Dok Anggeom narrowed his eyes and asked.

“An ambush…”

Even though masters of their level were discussing ambush, there was no sign of reluctance whatsoever.

He continued asking.

“So, what do we get?”

Finally, the essential question had emerged.

A greedy gleam appeared in Gyo Myosangin’s eyes.

“It’s the treasure of Pungnimgok. The secret manuals and spirit medicines obtained there will be beyond imagination. I’ll take half, and you five will split the remaining half.”

The five demon leaders glanced at each other, weighing the gains against the risks.

With the combined assault of five Transformation Realm masters plus Gyo Myosangin’s arrangements, there was no chance of failure.

“Good, I’ll do it.”

Starting with Blood Sword Immortal’s acceptance, the demon leaders nodded one by one.

“I knew you would accept.”

Gyo Myosangin raised his wine cup high.

The sound of clinking cups echoed through the underground east.

A complex and subtle expression flickered across Gyo Myosangin’s eyes.

‘If it’s the treasure of Pungnimgok… it surely has the power to deal with the underground monster.’

The underground east was filled with sinister killing intent.

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Manhosan was a treacherous mountain that would take at least five days to cross even when hurrying.

Between the long stretching mountain ridges, winding canyons and sheer cliffs continued endlessly.

But Guyang Cheongang drove his horse into the mountain’s embrace without hesitation.

Clop-clop- Clop-clop-

Regular hoofbeats echoed through the quiet mountain path.

Guyang Cheongang’s attitude was strangely defenseless.

He neither looked left and right nor turned to look behind.

He simply moved forward leisurely and peacefully like someone out for a stroll, looking only ahead.

It was an arrogant appearance as if he wasn’t considering surprise attacks from potential enemies at all.

Neungnam Gwang, following behind, clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘Oh my, oh my…’

A bitter smile spread across his lips.

He thought his newly acquired younger brother’s confidence was far too excessive.

‘Though his spirits might be high from killing two Elders of the Cheonsa Sect, confidence and letting down one’s guard are completely separate matters…’

Gangho was vast and nameless masters were as common as stones on the ground.

This was a world where ambushes could spring from anywhere at any time.

‘If he really meets his match, he’ll be greatly frustrated.’

Neungnam Gwang thought Guyang Cheongang had been lucky so far.

But luck was bound to run out eventually.

If he encountered a true master in an unprepared situation, the price of that defeat would be painful.

‘But I won’t point it out now.’

Neungnam Gwang kept his mouth shut.

Though he desperately wanted to give advice, he deliberately didn’t voice it.

‘It’s not bad for geniuses to experience setbacks early. Only by experiencing failure and crawling up from rock bottom can that talent truly bloom.’

Reaching intermediate Transformation Realm in three years, creating supreme arts, passing through Pungnimgok, repelling Cheonsa Sect elders.

Guyang Cheongang’s journey had been a series of miraculous days.

Neungnam Gwang was convinced that sweet success had blinded the young man’s eyes and fostered arrogance.

Of course, this was Neungnam Gwang’s misunderstanding, not knowing the true nature of Guyang Cheongang’s composure.

Around Guyang Cheongang, surveillance systems were operating at full capacity.

A nanobot network that captured all movement within a five-hundred-zhang radius was spread like an invisible spider web.

A squirrel holding its breath behind a tree, a snake coiled in a rock crevice, a hawk circling the sky, and rabbits in the forest.

All living creatures had already been detected and assigned threat levels.

Guyang Cheongang was acting leisurely simply because he already knew there were no enemies nearby.

But Neungnam Gwang, who couldn’t know such circumstances, firmly resolved inwardly.

‘I won’t help him. If real danger comes, I’ll only protect Muwok and let my younger brother handle it himself. That would be true learning.’

Having made up his mind firmly, Neungnam Gwang immersed himself again in the incantations of Cheonmujinggyeol.

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