Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 139

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Chapter 139

 

 

 

 

 

It was natural that the atmosphere had turned cold.

 

Gwak Tae’s face, which had been relaxed just moments before, was now burning red as if on fire, and his breathing had become so rough that one might worry if there was something wrong with his respiratory system.

 

However.

 

“Y-Young Master. Perhaps you should stop now…”

 

“Why should I?”

 

“He’s a Tang Family martial artist.”

 

“So what?”

 

“What? The Tang Family, I said? Don’t you know the Tang Family?”

 

Zhuge Munhyeon’s lips twisted crookedly, but Mujin remained restless throughout.

 

Even though the other side was in the wrong… this was the Tang Family.

 

Who didn’t know about their disposition?

 

Right and wrong?

 

Such things weren’t necessary.

 

The Tang Family was a clan with extremely strong convictions.

 

If they believed they were right, they would never bend. Even if everyone else said they were wrong.

 

When he was in the mountains, his Master and Master Uncles, as well as the Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers who had been to Pyoju before, all said the same thing.

 

The Tang Family… avoid them.

 

After all, you avoid shit because it’s dirty, not because you’re scared of it, right?

 

They even said it was truly terrifying shit, as they would show obsession until they received an apology or killed their opponent if a grudge was formed.

 

Therefore, the general consensus was to endure even if they did something wrong.

 

No, they repeatedly warned not to go toward Sichuan at all.

 

Unless one possessed martial prowess great enough to fight the entire Tang Family…

 

Meanwhile, they were currently in a situation where they had come as guests to deliver Young Family Head Zhuge Munho’s message and were waiting for an envoy.

 

Even though he was just a branch martial artist, not even a Tang by blood, and had even received bribes from the tavern, the Tang Family, who prioritized family above all and bent their arms inward more than anyone, wouldn’t just stand by.

 

But looking at Zhuge Munhyeon’s expression, he didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping moderately.

 

If left alone, that fellow Gwak Tae would surely not see tomorrow’s sunrise.

 

“Young Master, I’ll handle this instead.”

 

“What?”

 

“Please leave it to me. Please.”

 

At Mujin’s whispered words with a troubled expression, both of Zhuge Munhyeon’s eyebrows twisted.

 

He knew what he meant.

 

The Tang Family.

 

Once a grudge was formed, unless you exterminated them completely, they would rise like weeds and keep coming at you to the end.

 

Thinking of the harassment(?) he suffered after the martial duel with the Poison King still made his teeth grind.

 

That annoyance was indescribable.

 

However.

 

“No.”

 

Zhuge Munhyeon flatly refused.

 

He absolutely couldn’t stand by and watch those who relied only on their family’s power, taking bribes and pressuring others.

 

Even if it meant making enemies of the Tang Family, at worst it would just become a bit more troublesome.

 

“Young Master, please.”

 

“Good grief, I said no.”

 

“Please listen to me. You’re not a fighting cock, so why do you always try to solve everything with force?”

 

“What did you say, you bastard?”

 

“Then are you planning to ruin the Young Family Head’s marriage? Have you forgotten Mother’s proud expression? Are you planning to ignore the sincerity of that person who even made clothes for me?”

 

“…”

 

Even Zhuge Munhyeon had to pause at those words.

 

This bastard, why is he bringing up Mother here?

 

And seeing that reaction, Mujin sighed in relief and continued his persuasion calmly.

 

“This was a mistake. You know people can act like that when they’re excited.”

 

“…”

 

“I’ll handle it. I’ll try to resolve it amicably, so leave it to me. You understand, right? Yes?”

 

At Mujin’s earnest request, Zhuge Munhyeon said nothing.

 

Damn it, fine, I’ll endure it.

 

Just endure it once.

 

This is nothing special.

 

If I suppress my temper once, I can show filial piety(?).

 

I’m from a righteous sect, a Zhuge. So let’s endure it.

 

I don’t like that red-faced bastard who clearly took bribes, and I don’t like the Building Lord who gave the money or the workers who attacked on his orders either…

 

Zhuge Munhyeon gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger, exercising extreme patience.

 

Meanwhile, Mujin, who had sighed in relief, straightened his clothes neatly and turned to look at the fuming Gwak Tae.

 

As a Taoist of the Wudang Sect, he would maintain his dignity, reveal that he was from Wudang and Zhuge, and say with a gentle expression that there seemed to have been some misunderstanding between them.

 

“Listen here, actually I am…”

 

“These bastards are chattering away, do I look that ridiculous to you? You filthy kids who enjoy sodomy, how dare you say what? Taking bribes? You have now insulted the Tang Family! I will definitely hold you responsible!”

 

“…Huh?”

 

At the angry Gwak Tae’s words, Mujin’s speech stopped abruptly.

 

“Ahem. Sodomy… Hehe, good grief. He’s calling me a sodomite, Young Master.”

 

Mujin repeated his words and laughed.

 

It was understandable to be angry.

 

Calling the lustful(?) demon Taoist a sodomite was too much.

 

If it were womanizing, that would be different.

 

Meanwhile, he had tried to save someone whose life was hanging by a thread…

 

“You shameless bastards who even borrowed the back garden to engage in sodomy…”

 

Gwak Tae could only speak up to that point.

 

Because Mujin’s outstretched hand had grabbed his jaw.

 

“Good grief, you sure talk a lot.”

 

“Mmph…”

 

“I tried to let it slide for the Tang Family’s sake…”

 

His expression changed in an instant, and as Mujin, whose eyes even flickered with bloodlust, applied more force to his grip, Gwak Tae’s face became even redder.

 

A slight smile formed at the corner of Zhuge Munhyeon’s mouth.

 

He told me to endure it.

 

I knew this would happen.

 

There was no way he could suppress the rising anger, having accepted the Frenzied Soul Art without rejecting it anymore after fighting the ascetic.

 

Meanwhile, because his achievement was insufficient and he couldn’t control the Frenzied Soul Art at will, he would sometimes become a different person in an instant.

 

Just like that.

 

Crack.

 

The sound of bones breaking came from Gwak Tae’s painfully contorted face.

 

“What’s wrong with sodomy? Do you know that what you just said… is insulting the Wudang Sect?”

 

“Wudang?”

 

Despite his face looking like he was dying of pain, Gwak Tae’s eyes widened slightly, seemingly surprised by the mention of Wudang.

 

“That’s right, Wudang. I am Mujin, the first disciple of Jasogoong.”

 

“That can’t be!”

 

Amazingly, the meaning was fully conveyed.

 

The others seemed surprised as well, as murmuring sounds could be heard.

 

Indeed, where in the Central Plains would there be someone who doesn’t know the name Wudang?

 

Even people in villages who haven’t set foot in Jianghu know of its prestige. Even little children playing war games with tree branches know of it.

 

“Now, what will you do? You spoke of sodomy to a disciple of Wudang… I’m curious how you’ll apologize for that.”

 

The blood light in Mujin’s eyes deepened as Gwak Tae’s feet slowly began to lift off the ground.

 

He was lifting him with pure force.

 

It must be terrifying.

 

Unlike pure qi, the power of mixed origin that had assimilated with demonic qi naturally emitted killing intent, so Gwak Tae was probably feeling as if his heart was shrinking.

 

Was that why?

 

Gwak Tae committed an action he absolutely should not have done.

 

Overwhelmed by the fear of death, he drew out a long dagger and tried to stab it into Mujin’s neck.

 

What a foolish bastard…

 

To further provoke someone who was already angry beyond control.

 

Kwaaaaang!

 

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his neck, Mujin sneered coldly and lifted Gwak Tae’s body like uprooting a tree, then slammed him straight into the ground.

 

I knew that would happen.

 

“Keurgh!”

 

He’s got a harder head than I thought.

 

Even though he was slammed into the ground, he should have lost consciousness even if his head didn’t crack open.

 

But then.

 

Thud!

 

Mujin casually kicked the fallen man’s body.

 

Gwak Tae’s body rolled away.

 

Mujin didn’t stop and walked over step by step to kick his body again.

 

It must hurt terribly.

 

If kicked like that, his internal organs would rupture and he’d die… Huh? Wait a minute!

 

I had forgotten due to my surging anger earlier, but if that bastard dies here, the marriage arrangement with the Tang Family will be broken, and if Mother finds out the cause lies with me…

 

Damn it, the situation has suddenly reversed.

 

Living life, there are times when you have to tell someone to restrain themselves.

 

“Hey! Mujin!”

 

“…Yes.”

 

“Stop it. He’ll really die at this rate.”

 

“I don’t want to.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“He deserves to die. Sodomy! I cannot let slide someone who insulted Wudang.”

 

He insulted you, not Wudang, you demonic Taoist bastard.

 

But his eyes were already stained with deep blood light.

 

There’s no way he’d listen.

 

This is why the Frenzied Soul Art is problematic.

 

While it allows one to unleash tremendous power, if the rage isn’t properly controlled, judgment begins against the target that provoked the anger.

 

Gwak Tae will surely die a miserable death.

 

“Listen here, let’s say you kill that bastard. What happens after? No matter how grave his wrongdoing, if word spreads that a Wudang Taoist killed him without even attempting to guide him, do you think the Death Gate will be pleased? You’ve beaten him enough. Later, when we reveal this bastard’s crimes, the Tang Family won’t be able to say much. Right?”

 

“…Hmm.”

 

His eyes had gone wild, but he reacts to talk of the Death Gate.

 

Everyone has something they absolutely cannot ignore.

 

Just as he cherishes his mother, Mujin cannot cause worry for the Death Gate.

 

As if gathering his anger, the killing intent began to subside.

 

‘Phew…’

 

If that hadn’t worked, I was going to smack his head with Eunhangon.

 

But perhaps it was because of the blood light still tinged with killing intent that hadn’t completely faded?

 

“P-please spare us!”

 

The tavern manager Go Byeoksu and nearby workers immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, begging.

 

To their eyes, Mujin probably looked not like a Wudang Taoist but like an evil spirit.

 

But life isn’t so easy, and there are many cases where things get twisted at unexpected moments in unexpected ways.

 

This was one of those times.

 

Multiple footsteps approaching from afar.

 

And then.

 

“This way. We didn’t know Il Bangju would arrive so early, so we haven’t finished preparations to receive you. Please forgive our negligence.”

 

“Don’t worry about it.”

 

“I’ll send word to the branch manager to return quickly.”

 

“Unnecessary… The harvest festival is an important event that determines the fishermen’s entire year. Since I arrived early, let him come at the scheduled time.”

 

A conversation between an aged old man and a young man whose respectfulness could be felt.

 

And that conversation stopped in front of the broken back garden gate.

 

An old man with white hair who stood with his hands behind his back, expressionlessly surveying the inside.

 

The young man who also examined the back garden along with him, and numerous martial artists who followed behind them in a line.

 

“…What is this situation?”

 

The cold-looking old man wearing a jade crown and splendid green outer garments frowned slightly with a displeased expression.

 

It was Tang Yung, master of the Tang Family’s secret branch.

 

And the young man following beside him respectfully was Zhuge Mungi, advisor to the Hogu branch manager.

 

Zhuge Mungi, who frowned similarly, surveyed the situation in the back garden.

 

A fallen man, prostrated people, and standing before them someone emanating an ominous aura and…

 

‘Mu, Munhyeon?’

 

It was him.

 

Setting aside that it had been long since he’d seen the fellow, why was he here first?

 

There were still several days left before the delegation was supposed to arrive.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“G-Gwak Tae!”

 

Cheon Giju, who had been following from behind due to his position, was startled and cried out upon recognizing the fallen person.

 

“Do you know him?”

 

“That is… he’s a squad leader under my command.”

 

“So you’re saying he’s a martial artist from the branch patrol unit.”

 

“That’s correct.”

 

“How is a patrol unit martial artist lying there in such a state?”

 

“I’m not sure about that either.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Of course he wouldn’t know.

 

Why someone who should have just delivered the message to go ahead and prepare to receive Tang Yung was lying there half-dead.

 

“It seems we’ll have to ask them. Why a Demonic Cult member is causing trouble in a place managed by the Tang Family.”

 

Tang Yung spoke coldly.

 

Demonic Cult member?

 

Ah… that’s how it would look.

 

The aura Mujin was emitting was the power of mixed origin, a blend of pure qi and demonic qi. Since he had been using the Frenzied Blood Art, blood light remained in his eyes… anyone would mistake him for a Demonic Cult member.

 

I raised my disciple too well.

 

Thanks to that, even if I said ‘Unlike what you’re thinking, this friend is a Wudang Taoist,’ they probably wouldn’t believe it.

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