Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 130
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Chapter 130
“You too, stop standing there and come out. There’s no need to stay hidden back there.”
At those friendly words, the small man’s eyes narrowed.
What’s this?
That composure?
At Zhuge Munhyeon’s words, Bokhyu walked a bit further inside and quickly surveyed the surroundings. He felt no other human presence. There was no sign of a trap either.
Just the two of them.
…Are they insane?
That didn’t seem to be the case.
However, it was clear they didn’t know their true identity.
If they knew they were from the Demonic Sect, they wouldn’t be waiting for them with just two people.
“Welcome. You must be tired from running such a long way, so at least wet your throat first.”
Zhuge Munhyeon tossed the water pouch he was holding.
It was consideration for his descendant.
“Oh, thanks.”
Yang Ung caught the water pouch and opened the stopper without much thought.
“Yang Ung!”
“Elder Brother?”
“You fool! How can you carelessly accept something given by a Central Plains bastard? Do you know what’s inside that?”
“Well, it’s water…”
“It could be poison! Throw it away!”
“Ah…”
At Bokhyu’s words, Yang Ung looked at the water pouch in his hand and frowned.
Thud!
Then he immediately slammed Zhuge Munhyeon’s consideration to the ground and shouted with an angry expression.
“You damn Central Plains bastard! Trying to trick me with a poisoned water pouch? Do you want to die?”
“…”
How bewildering.
What kind of bastard is this?
Just a moment ago he was happy to receive it, so why is he suddenly angry and throwing a fit?
And when he should be kneeling down and bowing his head saying ‘The Divine Sect is invincible, all demons bow down. I greet the Heavenly Demon,’ he’s cursing instead?
He thought about changing the order.
From starting with conversation to starting with beating them up.
But as an ancestor, he couldn’t start by beating up descendants he was meeting for the first time.
Even grandfathers are indulgent until their beards get pulled.
Most importantly, they didn’t know he was the Heavenly Demon.
“That guy really… what a waste of water.”
“Shut up! Keep babbling and I’ll rip out your tongue!”
“…”
Fine.
Oh…
What an ill-mannered bastard!
He only said water was water, so why is he getting angry and throwing a fit!
With this hothead who barked at everything he said, if he said one more word, his fists would really come out before his words.
“Yang Ung!”
“Yeah.”
“Wait a moment.”
“Yeah!”
At Bokhyu’s words, Yang Ung nodded without complaint.
The hierarchy was clear.
It seemed he had chosen the wrong person to talk to from the start.
Well, what conversation could he have with a kid who just enjoys sweet confections.
“You’re not On Ryu. Did you deliberately lure us here?”
Look, even his tone was different.
Though he spoke informally, he knew how to clearly analyze the situation and find answers.
“That’s right.”
Zhuge Munhyeon readily admitted it.
After meeting the Beggar Sect members, spreading the rumor that On Ryu was at Chima Mountain wasn’t particularly impressive strategy.
He didn’t know how to use complex schemes in the first place.
Others might call him a genius or whatever, but that evaluation was thanks to his past life’s memories, and he was actually a Zhuge Family descendant whose body was more developed than his brain.
He was able to lure the two because he knew the nature of the Demonic Path better than anyone.
The target is there.
Then go.
Went but it’s not there?
Then go somewhere else.
Truly straightforward handling of affairs.
They don’t consider the truth of rumors at all.
Just throw bait and they bite first.
They believe in their own power enough to think they can just smash through whatever blocks them.
Only advance! Advance is the only way to live. Choose to advance and die rather than retreat.
…These words had been passed down from the founder until now.
He was the same.
In his past life, he had never plotted conspiracies or secretly traveled side paths.
Great Way Has No Gate.
Since the Way has no set path, if you have something you want to achieve, don’t be deceived by anything and advance boldly… but he had lived thinking that even if there were doors, he could just break them.
How would they be any different?
That was the power of education.
“First come here and sit for a moment. I have several things I want to ask you.”
Even if Yang Ung was hopeless, it seemed he could communicate with Bokhyu, so Zhuge Munhyeon gestured to call him over.
Deliberately dignified and low, like the Heavenly Demon.
But then.
“Pfft! Ask? Do you think someone like you has the right to ask me anything?”
“…”
“Don’t be mistaken, brat. It’s not that you called us here with some brilliant scheme, but that we came to you.”
His thought that he could communicate with him was a miscalculation.
Bokhyu snorted and mocked… these damn descendant bastards, did they learn manners through their assholes?
He was being indulgent, so did they think their grandfather was a joke?
He had thought wrong after all.
Demonic Path.
His descendants.
These bastards weren’t the type to listen when spoken to.
As expected, it would be better to change the order.
People shouldn’t change.
Since when had he ever asked questions and waited for answers out of courtesy?
I’ll beat them up to show the difference in skill, then question them step by step.
“Mujin, don’t interfere.”
“What? But…”
“Don’t interfere.”
“Then if things go wrong, I’ll just prepare to release the fourth seal…”
“I said it’s fine, didn’t I? I’ll handle both of them myself.”
Zhuge Munhyeon interlaced his fingers and cracked them loudly as he smiled.
What fourth seal?
This guy acts like releasing seals is so easy.
If he’s not careful, he might lose control of excessive demonic energy and go insane.
More importantly, this is my final consideration for my descendants.
No matter how rude they are, how could I watch distant descendants get beaten by a Taoist?
It’s better for them to be beaten by me, a member of the Zhuge Family… no, a Zhuge Family descendant who was the Heavenly Demon.
Taking a step forward and bending his waist, Zhuge Munhyeon picked up a stone rolling on the ground.
“Hmph, what can you do with just a pebble?”
“More than you’d think.”
Zhuge Munhyeon chuckled at Bokhyu’s sneer and lightly flicked his finger.
Ping!
Bokhyu flinched momentarily at the sharp flying sound, but soon realized it wasn’t aimed at him.
However, he felt the surrounding atmosphere had changed.
“You bastard, what did you do?”
“What did I do? I activated a formation technique.”
“What?”
“It’s an improved version of the Eight Formations. I prepared it just in case. But don’t be scared. I’m not trying to do anything with the formation technique—I’m just trapping you in case you try to run away. Actually, what you should be worried about is something else.”
“…”
“Namely, me.”
Zhuge Munhyeon stopped walking as he poked his chest with his thumb.
Saaaaa…
Silence flowed.
Only the sound of leaves rustling against each other in the wind could be heard.
“Pfft! Puhahahaha!”
“…”
Soon laughter burst from Bokhyu’s mouth.
“My goodness, your arrogance is so funny I nearly choked on my uvula.”
“…”
“So, you’re saying you trapped us?”
“That’s right.”
“With a formation technique?”
“Yeah.”
“Seeing your skill in activating a formation by throwing a single stone, you must be from the Zhuge Family.”
“Correct.”
“But if you trap us?”
“Huh?”
“What do you plan to do after trapping us?”
“Well…”
“Are you counting on those pathetic bastards chasing after us?”
That’s not it.
What help could the Black Steel Gate or Yi Family Branch warriors be?
The formation is meant to trap these two, but it also serves to prevent the branch warriors from approaching.
In case they get caught up and die.
“And what if On Ryu isn’t here?”
“…”
“One bookish brat from the Zhuge Family and one young Taoist whose immortal energy hasn’t even properly ripened. Kek kek, Central Plains people really have no sense of fear—it’s troublesome.”
That’s a misunderstanding.
Unlike other descendants, I don’t go near ink, so I haven’t absorbed its scent.
Also, the reason immortal energy can’t be felt from Mujin isn’t because his cultivation is lacking, but because he absorbed demonic energy and mastered the power of Primordial Unity.
Hmm, unintentionally appearing weak has induced the opponent’s carelessness.
The Taoist doesn’t seem like a Taoist, and Zhuge is originally weak… These bastards!
“Who said that! Who said Zhuge is weak!”
“What?”
“Damn bastards, why do you think Zhuge is weak? Why does everyone think we’re only good with our heads! There’s Gwan Hwiping too. Shit, how pissed off would they be if they heard this!”
Gwan… what?
Who the hell is that to make him so angry?
Is it because he’s being ignored?
No, for some reason, Bokhyu’s eyes began to gleam menacingly as he felt he was being looked down upon.
“You’ve underestimated us far too much. Since you’re going to die anyway, I’ll tell you. We are warriors from a secret organization under the Demonic Sect.”
“Se, secret organization?”
“Kek kek. What, now that you hear ‘Demonic Sect,’ do you finally realize something’s wrong?”
As Zhuge Munhyeon seemed slightly flustered by his proud words, Bokhyu’s sneer deepened.
I already knew they were demonic practitioners.
I just remembered now.
The secret organization created when the Demonic Sect once realized the necessity of an intelligence organization and decided to operate something like the Beggar’s Sect or Hao Sect… the Secret Shadow.
“Right, that was the name. For it to only come to mind now, I was really careless. Careless.”
As he let out a hollow laugh, a new question suddenly arose.
“Hmm, if it’s the Secret Shadow, your main mission should be grasping the Central Plains situation… why are you looking for On Ryu? What relationship does he have with the demonic path?”
“You’re pretty stupid for someone from the Zhuge Family.”
“What?”
“Didn’t I tell you? You don’t have the right to question me.”
“Ah…”
At his words still full of mockery, my hands and feet suddenly feel like they’re curling up.
Come to think of it, it’s embarrassing.
Those words about qualifications.
Back then, it seemed cool somehow, so I used to say it often to my subordinates.
“Son of Zhuge, you made a big mistake today. I’ll hear On Ryu’s location from your mouth. It will be hard to endure. Tearing flesh, pulling out fingernails, crushing bones…”
At the threatening words spoken with murderous eyes, Zhuge Munhyeon sighed and scratched his ear.
“Hey.”
“…”
“Are you scared?”
“What?”
“Since when have demonic practitioners talked so much before fighting? If you’re going to fight, just come at me.”
A hand stretched straight out.
One finger raised.
The following beckoning gesture and expression provoking the opponent.
Everything was natural.
“This fucking bastard! Yang Ung!”
Enraged, Bokhyu glared and shouted, and Yang Ung shot up high with a thud that shook the ground.
With his originally massive build, it suddenly became dark as if storm clouds had gathered.
Crack!
At the same time, the box shattered and a huge demonic blade revealed itself.
A vertical trajectory being swung, concentrated power as if to split the opponent in one strike with the momentum of Single Strike Bisection.
The Heart-Severing Slash Wave that cuts even the opponent’s spirit.
“Hmm, it really is the Extreme Breaking Blade after all.”
A smile appeared on Zhuge Munhyeon’s lips as he looked up.
Whoooosh!
Since it struck with the flat side rather than the edge, the wind rose roughly.
The displaced air approached heavily.
“Die! You ink-stained bastard!”
“…”
The manner of speech was unpleasant, but the skill was quite good.
Breaking Extremes.
What a nostalgic name.
At the time, he had put considerable effort into creating an intelligence organization, so he had imbued it with the meaning of breaking through limits and advancing.
In other words, it was one of the martial arts he had created.
“M, Master!”
Even as the compressed air swept across his body and the blade approached right to his nose, when he didn’t move, Mujin cried out urgently.
What unnecessary fuss.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t react, but that he had been momentarily intoxicated by nostalgia.
His descendant’s level was so satisfying.
His left palm shot out like lightning.
Breaking Extremes was good martial arts and his descendant’s achievement was excellent, but the variations for subsequent responses were ignored, filled only with strength meant to crush in one blow.
Strength alone wouldn’t suffice…
What blocks strength is softness; his left palm that touched the Horse-Cutting Blade gently deflected that force.
The force that had struck straight down was slightly twisted and deviated from its target.
“…Huh?”
Yang Ung’s eyes widened.
Though he was a fool, he seemed to know what to do in that moment.
Crack!
His strength was excessively good.
To suddenly change the direction of the sword that had been striking down the moment he lost his target…
But what about that large body falling toward the ground?
He simply added a bit more force to that trajectory.
Naturally, Yang Ung was slammed straight into the ground.
CRASH!
Due to his heavy build, the impact of his headlong collision was beyond imagination, and the ground that shook for a moment spewed out dust in a hazy cloud.
“Gack!”
Yang Ung, whose breath was completely knocked out, couldn’t get up easily, and Bokhyu’s eyes seemed ready to tear.
And Mujin.
“Using the opponent’s force in reverse to move a thousand pounds with four ounces of strength, the Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Pounds… Could it be Ta, Taijiquan?”
“…”
Where exactly?
Which part of that was Taijiquan?
Spouting nonsense about Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Pounds.
They always babble about Mount Tai and Big Dipper, claiming all martial arts originated from Shaolin and themselves, then constantly try to attach their own names to everything.
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