Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110

 

 

The exhilarating beating continued for quite some time.

Whether he would die soon or was already dead, he didn’t know… but he intended to turn him into a bloody pulp so he could never rise again.

Immortal or whatever, nothing beats a good thrashing.

But at that moment.

The scales covering the bastard’s body began to disappear.

“Huh!”

W-wait a minute!

I was going to peel those off to make armor!

The Silver Cold Staff stopped.

Geumri, who had become soggy like a dried fish that had been beaten for ages, collapsed limply and crashed to the ground.

“Damn it…”

The bastard breathed his last just like that.

The scales disappeared without a trace, leaving only a human corpse behind.

“Son of a…”

Though he had gained victory thanks to his sudden enlightenment, he felt displeased at not obtaining what he wanted.

His whole body was battered and bruised…

Somehow it felt like defeat.

But then.

Whoooosh.

The bastard’s body slowly began to scatter.

Just as Hyeoncheon’s body had done in the past, the solid flesh turned into sand grains and crumbled away.

It was truly a wondrous sight.

Who would have thought he’d turn to sand as if he had originally been made of earth.

“Hmm, is this how it normally goes?”

He’d never seen a Half-Immortal, let alone a cultivator, so how would he know?

He could only speculate.

Having lived longer than others to reach Ascension to Immortality, when he lost his power along with death, his body probably couldn’t endure it.

Perhaps that was the natural order of things.

All things born with the will to live weaken, die, and return to dust.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted.”

What’s the point of worrying about it.

Having exerted himself to kill the bastard, he was now in a state where even maintaining his body was difficult.

Zhuge Munhyeon plopped down beside the scattered corpse and took a brief rest.

And then.

Thud, roll roll.

A strange orb rolled to his feet from where the bastard’s corpse had disappeared.

“What’s… this?”

The orb he picked up held a dull light.

“The damn bastard didn’t leave the hide I wanted but only left some orb…”

If it had been from a spirit beast, he would have considered it an inner core and swallowed it immediately.

But since it came from something human-like, eating it was nauseating… yet throwing it away seemed wasteful.

For now, he tucked it into his clothes.

Having obtained at least some small compensation made him feel a bit better.

At that moment.

Crack crack! Shatter!

The barrier that had been splitting seemed to have exhausted its strength, breaking into pieces and revealing the clear sky.

Clouds drifted leisurely by.

As if nothing had happened, as if they had seen nothing.

“Damn indifferent sky.”p>

Zhuge Munhyeon chuckled and slowly got to his feet.

Unresolved questions remained.

What exactly were cultivators?

And the Silver Cold Staff.

Zhuge Munhyeon looked at the thing in his hand.

Eight Trigrams Heaven Wheel, Evil-Breaking Demon-Destroying.

The dead cultivator bastard had definitely said that.

The power of the Eight Trigrams is Heaven’s wheel, breaking wickedness and destroying demons.

And indeed it was so.

What the cultivator bastard had harbored was evil energy, and the Silver Cold Staff had shattered that power.

Also, when he had channeled internal energy into it, the thing hadn’t budged, but when he channeled spiritual energy, it went crazy with light. Not going crazy but emitting light .

“Are you really trying to guide me to Ascension to Immortality?”

Zhuge Munhyeon asked to himself as if the Silver Cold Staff were a living being.

Of course, it couldn’t answer.

Or maybe it could.

Mujin had said that the Silver Cold Staff might have been created by the Taoist Sect.

He’d find out gradually…

“Ah! Mujin!”

Damn it, he’d forgotten about that guy.

He had moved him to a safe place, but it had been such an earth-shaking battle…

Using the Silver Cold Staff as a walking stick, Zhuge Munhyeon searched here and there until he found a hand buried in the dirt.

The formation protecting him seemed to have been destroyed.

Despite all those layers he’d added.

It was an unintended live burial.

The man he hastily dug out was covered in dirt but was still breathing.

He was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what had happened.

“Phew…”

Relieved that he was alive, Zhuge Munhyeon brushed off his chest and pushed some energy into his vital points.

“Mmm.”

Mujin woke up with a groan.

And then.

“Young Master Munhyeon!”

“…”

As soon as he opened his eyes, he bolted upright and shouted as if searching for someone he’d been separated from for eons.

The guy who was half-dead sure has good lungs.

But reading the worry contained within, Zhuge Munhyeon smiled slightly and said.

“You’re awake?”

“…Huh?”

“How’s your body?”

“My body is… ugh!”

Mujin, who had been dazed for a moment at the question, soon grimaced and curled up his body.

He sure feels pain quickly.

That meant he had been that worried about him.

And then.

“What? What is all this about?”

Yacho and the Gaebangdo appeared.

They sure arrive quickly.

Just like before, why do these guys always show up after everything is over?

Well, the barrier that monk bastard had set up was just broken.

“Wait! Why are you two like this again?”

Don’t ask.

Even talking is exhausting.

They probably wouldn’t believe me even if I told them anyway.

Monk, Half-Immortals.

All of that would sound like nonsense to them.

If the fact that such beings exist became known to Murim, who knows what upheaval would come.

Maybe those Half-Immortal bastards might take interest…

That would be troublesome.

I realized while fighting that monk bastard.

I am weak.

Weak enough to have to rely on Eunhangon’s power.

I was exhausted even fighting that monk bastard who hadn’t yet become a Half-Immortal, so if I met a real Half-Immortal, I might die helplessly.

‘Surely these bastards don’t keep in contact with each other, do they?’

An unnecessary anxiety crept over me, but for now it was something to hide and see.

“…I was cultivating.”

“Pardon?”

“We were having a martial duel and got carried away.”

“A martial duel…?”

“Yes.”

“But how is that? The place that was full of bamboo until just now disappeared in an instant? There wasn’t even any shock wave or anything.”

“It was that kind of martial duel.”

“…”

“Are you saying you don’t believe my words right now?”

“Ah, no, that’s not what I meant…”

When I glanced at him sharply, the flustered Yacho waved his hands dismissively.

A martial duel…

If it was enough to devastate such a space in one go, just how high a level would that be?

At minimum… Gang Qi level?

‘Huh? Could it be that Young Master Zhuge is at the absolute level?’

At the thought that Zhuge Munhyeon might be stronger than he imagined, Yacho kept his mouth shut tight.

A Gang Qi martial artist.

Such beings change the tide of battlefields and lead family prosperity.

The Zhuge Family has such a martial artist.

Having seen it with his own eyes, he couldn’t help but believe it.

Then?

‘Maybe Yungjoong’s Beggar’s Sect really will unite all the Beggar’s Sects under heaven…’

Now his thoughts changed from vague hope to seeing them as someone he must definitely join hands with.

“Let’s move to another location for now. It wouldn’t be good if passing people notice.”

“Mm, we should.”

Yacho’s words were right.

Wuhan, and Dongho Lake are territories of the unorthodox sects.

There’s nothing good about catching their attention for no reason.

Only useless rumors would spread.

At times like this.

“Please spread rumors that there was a fierce battle between Immortals.”

“Pardon?”

“Dongho Lake has had many absurd legends, hasn’t it?”

“Ah…”

Though it was rather nonsensical talk, Yacho calmly nodded.

It was better to hide it.

Zhuge Munhyeon’s martial prowess was very good for the Zhuge Family, but if revealed to others, it would be enough to draw restraint.

Even if they spread stories about battles between Immortals and such, it would be dismissed as nonsense, but if the Beggar’s Sect was determined to push it, even lies could become truth.

Just like the story of an Immortal who flew away on a crane from Yellow Crane Tower is passed down.

It would spread as absurd rumors.

The traces had already been erased too.

“Let’s go. I’ll escort you to a medical room that won’t draw attention.”

“Yes.”

Zhuge Munhyeon and Mujin relied on the Gaebangdo for support.

Walking wasn’t a problem, but right now they felt like resting a bit…

 

* * *

 

East of Wuhan, Akju County.

Since this was where the Black Cat Room branch that Zhuge Munhyeon had attacked was located, they might catch attention, but the saying “it’s darkest under the lamp” doesn’t exist for nothing.

It’s darkest under the lampstand, and beneath that darkness, Yacho had cleverly created a gap.

The dwelling of Gaebangdo disguised as an unnamed physician on the outskirts of Akju.

“You did well. To eliminate such a demonic bastard.”

“…”

“He was a demon. An evil person who deserved universal condemnation. To use kidnapped children as bamboo fertilizer…”

At Mujin’s words, Zhuge Munhyeon quietly nodded.

He hadn’t seen that.

When he finished his qi circulation and awakened, the area had already been devastated by their clash.

The inn owner’s words were probably true.

There had been sinister rumors about a baby kidnapped before even reaching a hundred days old.

To think that was the monk bastard’s doing.

It was also surprising that there was such a method to make fruit bear spiritual energy.

However, he felt disgustingly queasy.

In the end, it meant he had eaten fruit from bamboo that used a baby as fertilizer…

Damn it, did I eat a child?

“Could he have been from the Demonic Sect?”

“What?”

“Aren’t there stories about some demons eating children?”

“…”

This is absurd.

Who says that?

That Demonic Sect members eat children?

That’s just distorted rumors spread by those who know nothing.

To be clear, most who practice such vile arts are from the Blood Sect.

Though they share the same roots, they are clearly different.

Blood Sect bastards worship shamanic power, so they occasionally commit such heinous acts.

They learn sorcery to control corpses, calling them jiangshi and such, and also manufacture poisons…

When I was the Sect Leader, those damn bastards kept damaging the Demonic Sect’s reputation, so I personally hunted them down and tore them apart, but even after all these years have passed, the misunderstanding remains.

“Mujin.”

“Yes.”

“Those guys are the Blood Cult.”

“Blood Cult?”

“That’s right. They share the same roots as the Demon Cult but are a different branch.”

“Hmm, so they’re birds of a feather, you’re saying.”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant…”

“They’re definitely damn Demon Cult bastards.”

Mujin snorted decisively.

No, that’s not it, you damn Taoist!

“Anyway, they’re not. Just think of it that way.”

Though he brushed it off vaguely, Mujin’s thoughts seemed firm.

It would be pointless to explain to him about how the Demon Cult was this way and the Blood Cult was that way.

It’s not even the Demon Cult anymore.

Besides, these were the kind of people who would fight over taking his position rather than hold a memorial service after his death.

Let’s just leave him with that misunderstanding.

Just as he sighed, Yacho, disguised as a physician, entered at the perfect timing.

Carrying a small table with herbal medicine containing black liquid.

Thanks to that, he could end the Demon Cult debate(?).

“This is Eight Treasures Decoction, good for replenishing energy.”

“Thank you.”

It was medicine for treating deficiency of qi and blood.

Zhuge Munhyeon drained the bitter liquid in one gulp and asked with a grimace.

“By the way, we need to contact Yungzhong Mountain, right?”

“I’ve already sent a messenger.”

“Pardon?”

“I was worried about both of your conditions… I apologize for acting without permission.”

“Not at all. You did well.”

At Yacho’s words, Zhuge Munhyeon shook his head.

It would have happened anyway.

“However, a reply has come. Would you like to see it?”

“A reply?”

“Yes. The Young Family Head of the Zhuge Family said to make sure to deliver it to Young Master Munhyeon.”

“Elder Brother Munho? Please give it here.”

Taking the letter Yacho offered, Zhuge Munhyeon burst into laughter from sheer absurdity.

 

Three days later, Yingshan County.

 

A place located at the eastern edge of Hubei Province.

It was where the negotiations with the Namgung Family would take place.

It seemed the date was already approaching.

And below that was written.

 

Make sure to come!

 

…it said.

Damn bastard.

I almost died, you know.

Maybe I should just not go and return straight to the Main House instead.

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