Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 157

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Chapter 157

 

“Answer me, you bastard! Is it right or not!”

 

The Demonic Sect member who was being shaken by his collar opened his eyes into slits and sneered.

 

“Kekeke, kill me.”

 

“What?”

 

“Kill me.”

 

“….”

 

Irritation surged through him.

 

Slitted eyes. Slitted eyes.

 

This bastard who didn’t seem to be hiding anything was sinisterly opening his eyes into slits. Though he wore a face mask, his expression seemed completely visible.

 

His face flushed hot as if a wave of scorching heat had rushed over him.

 

Ah, really?

 

Kill you?

 

You don’t want to answer, is that it?

 

You’re confident that you’re stubborn enough not to open your mouth even if you die, is that it?

 

Then let’s see you keep that up to the end.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon, who had been shaking him by the collar, stopped his motion and let go.

 

Thud.

 

The Demonic Sect member’s eyes widened slightly as he collapsed weakly.

 

Those eyes contained the meaning of ‘Why?’

 

He had expected to be killed immediately, so when he was released, confusion was clearly evident.

 

“You, those slitted eyes.”

 

“…?”

 

“You can’t just open them like that to anyone. Especially not to adults.”

 

“What’s that supposed to?”

 

At the unexpected words, the demonic practitioner’s eyes, which had been full of questions, suddenly widened.

 

“Guh… Aaaaaaahhh!”

 

A scream burst out.

 

Because his knee had been stepped on.

 

Press-.

 

With a crunching sound, the knee area was driven into the ground. It was no different from pressing down on the center of a tree branch placed on two supports.

 

Slowly, harder, press-.

 

“Gaaahhh!”

 

Whether he had opened his mouth wider to scream, his eyes were squeezed completely shut as he frantically tried to push away Zhuge Munhyeon’s foot.

 

However, his efforts were futile.

 

Press harder-.

 

Crack.

 

His leg bent as if he had been born to fold in the opposite direction from the start, like an inverted bracket.

 

“Gaahhh.”

 

Even his screams are consistent.

 

Even when his raw bones are breaking, he only makes ‘kkeueok’ sounds.

 

But he still won’t answer.

 

I asked the question earlier.

 

He was stubborn enough to deserve praise.

 

Then…

 

Crunch.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon trampled on his other knee as he writhed in pain and shed tears.

 

He screamed as if he were dying.

 

Like a frog hit by a stone, he bounced his belly up and arched his body like a bow.

 

A Demonic Path practitioner is indeed a Demonic Path practitioner.

 

His stubbornness is remarkable.

 

I’ll acknowledge that.

 

But I need to hear an answer. Not screams.

 

Next is the arm.

 

After that… what’s there to decide? I’ll slowly break every joint visible to the eye.

 

Since this bastard is dying to die, it’s up to the killer how to kill him. If he faints from extreme pain, I’ll wake him up and kill him again. Very slowly…

 

The screams, no, the howls continued, and those watching held their breath in pale shock.

 

‘…Violent Dragon.’

 

Him, who uses the character for violent .

 

Only that name came to mind.

 

There probably wasn’t a more fitting and intuitive title than that.

 

Who would think he was a descendant of a scholarly family seeing him now?

 

Zhuge Munhyeon, who trampled and broke both legs, disabled both arms, and was looking for other joints to snap one by one, looked more like a Demon Cult member.

 

Though this was a Demon Cult member who deserved to die, now he seemed a bit pitiful.

 

And wasn’t he smiling in the midst of it all?

 

As if enjoying it…

 

“De, Demon Cult! Demon Cult! Demon Cult! I’m from the Demon Cult!”

 

“…”

 

The Demon Cult member finally broke his stubbornness.

 

He let out sounds that were unclear whether they were screams or shouts.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon immediately stopped his actions.

 

Because he heard the answer.

 

But.

 

“Demon Cult? Not Demonic Path?”

 

“…What?”

 

“It can’t be Demonic Path. Demonic Path can’t be this pathetic.”

 

“Wh, what are you saying? I’m from the Demon Cult. Really.”

 

“No, you’re not? You absolutely cannot be from the Demonic Path.”

 

Even though he had confessed, Zhuge Munhyeon began denying it instead.

 

He even shook his head from side to side. It felt like their positions had somehow switched.

 

But Zhuge Munhyeon was sincere.

 

Demon Cult? Wasn’t that a term the Central Plains bastards used to look down on him?

 

He must be talking nonsense because of the pain.

 

And scum like you shouldn’t be part of the Demonic Path.

 

Even if you never learned camaraderie and are strongly individualistic.

 

Even if you look down on the weak and don’t treat them as human… you don’t desecrate someone’s life. You don’t mock it.

 

But the Demon Possession Mirror?

 

Making them lose their reason to use as expendable tools to break through enemy defenses?

 

It’s an inglorious death.

 

Even if they’re the weakest of martial artists, their death should be without regret.

 

Whatever anyone says, that is my justice, and that’s the Demonic Path I believe in.

 

“You shouldn’t be part of the Demonic Path.”

 

The cult member felt such fear from those coldly shining eyes that he forgot even his pain, trembling as he begged for his life.

 

“Please, please…”

 

The eerie smile and seemingly indifferent gaze only heightened the cult member’s terror.

 

Stubbornness?

 

The taciturnity of the Demonic Path?

 

What use was any of that?

 

At this moment, there was no greater torment for him.

 

He felt more terror from that indifferent gaze that seemed to squeeze his soul than from the pain of broken limbs and twisted joints.

 

“It’s Great Evil. It’s something Great Evil planned.”

 

“Great Evil?”

 

“The leader of the secret camp.”

 

“What?”

 

“We received orders to secure the Thunder Stone and kidnap Dang Muncheong, Sichuan’s master craftsman.”

 

“…”

 

A familiar name came up.

 

The secret camp.

 

They had recently tried to kidnap On Ryu, Jeong Jocheong’s disciple, and now they attacked the Sichuan Tang Family targeting the Thunder Stone and the craftsman.

 

The speculation that their purpose was to create weapons for the new sect leader gained more weight.

 

But Great Evil…

 

Thud!

 

Perhaps only the dead man heard that sound.

 

The energy that penetrated his brain exploded, making his ears ring.

 

And people just stared blankly at the sight of the Demonic Sect member collapsing powerlessly to the ground, blood flowing from all seven orifices – eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

 

Who could speak?

 

Instinctive fear surged at the sight of someone taking a life without any emotion, making them involuntarily swallow dry saliva.

 

But that would be better.

 

Though he had inflicted pain in anger, if caught by the Tang Family, the man would have faced an even more agonizing death.

 

It was a final consideration for his worthless descendant.

 

And then.

 

“G-Grandfather! Grandfather has been kidnapped.”

 

Tang Ihwa, who had suddenly come to her senses, widened her eyes and shouted.

 

“…”

 

He was actually a bit surprised.

 

To face her as she sprang up and approached him, he had to tilt his head back slightly.

 

‘What, why is she so big?’

 

Seeing her properly for the first time, she truly had an imposing physique. Bronze skin, muscles clearly defined all over her body…

 

The words that Wudang Taoist Yeongmun had said on the day he was born naturally came to mind.

 

‘…General material.’

 

He almost blurted it out carelessly.

 

But now he knew such expressions would be rude.

 

Anyone could see she was a woman.

 

This is why learning is important.

 

The words in one’s heart and the words one speaks should be different.

 

I am a descendant of the Zhuge Family who knows etiquette and propriety.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“I am Tang Ihwa.”

 

“Tang… Ah!”

 

As soon as he heard the name, he nodded.

 

Imposing physique, so… that’s why she’s called Iron Tree Dan.

 

A flower, but a big flower.

 

He could finally understand what Dangyan had said about preferences. Damn bastard.

 

‘It probably wasn’t a particularly good nickname.’

 

Zhuge Munhyeon, who had worn a bitter smile thinking it would be better if the person in question didn’t know the hidden meaning, soon shook off his idle thoughts.

 

Tang Munqing had been kidnapped.

 

The culprit would be that Great Evil bastard who had made him feel disappointed in the current Demonic Path…

 

Though he already had some idea why the Thunder Stone was stolen and Tang Munqing kidnapped, there was no need to worry about it particularly.

 

What mattered was the fact that someone had thrown a large stone into his calm state of mind, creating ripples.

 

“When was he kidnapped?”

 

“About one gak, no, two gak (30 minutes) ago.”

 

“Hmm….”

 

If he had confirmed in advance that Dang Muncheong was missing, he would have harbored suspicions much earlier, but being intoxicated by the atmosphere and failing to look around had been a mistake.

 

“Please save my grandfather. Please.”

 

Dang Ihwa pleaded earnestly.

 

With the arrival time of the Dang Family’s reinforcements uncertain, the only one she could rely on was Zhuge Munhyeon, who possessed martial prowess strong enough to slaughter(?) Demon Cult members.

 

“I know it’s rude to ask an outsider since this is the Dang Family’s affair, but I beg you repeatedly. Please….”

 

Like a sturdy fortress wall crumbling in an instant, she fell to her knees. With large hands calloused from long hammering, she tightly grasped Zhuge Munhyeon’s hand.

 

“Please save the Bang Leader.”

 

The craftsmen also cried out in unison.

 

The Dang Family….

 

Even the craftsmen belonging there, steeped in the family’s atmosphere, would find it awkward to ask others for help, yet they shouted with all their might and bowed their heads.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon pushed away her hand.

 

Thinking it was a rejection, she looked up in shock, but he turned away from her and spoke to Mujin.

 

“Mujin.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“We’ll need to pursue them diligently.”

 

“Indeed. They probably haven’t gone far. Their escape through Sichuan territory would need to be cautious.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

It was a situation of fleeing after completing an assault.

 

They couldn’t just run recklessly along the main roads since they needed to avoid being seen by people.

 

With the hostage Dang Muncheong in tow, it would be difficult for them to pick up speed.

 

“Which direction did they go?”

 

“Are you…helping us?”

 

“I owe him a debt. I also haven’t heard his answer to my request yet.”

 

“Ah….”

 

Dang Ihwa showed a moved expression.

 

Even though nothing had been saved yet.

 

“North.”

 

“They plan to escape straight out then.”

 

Demon Cult members who have achieved their objective don’t look back. They don’t look to the sides either.

 

They would probably continue straight north.

 

Focusing solely on running.

 

“Understood. Instead, send messenger pigeons to your noble house immediately and issue an alert. Have those pursuing the attackers who raided each branch office also chase after this fellow called Great Evil.”

 

“….”

 

“You’ll need to hurry. If they escape Sichuan, you may never get the Bang Leader back.”

 

“I will do so. Instead, please take me with you.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“He’s my grandfather. My master. I want to go together.”

 

“Hmm….”

 

At her expression filled with determination, Zhuge Munhyeon slightly frowned.

 

Hurried steps.

 

There’s no time to rest.

 

Since they’re already late, they can’t afford to delay even for a moment…

 

“I can keep up. I’m confident that my stamina is second to none.”

 

“….”

 

She does look that way.

 

Her arms and legs are sturdy.

 

Being tall, her stride would be long too.

 

“I won’t wait if you fall behind.”

 

“Don’t worry.”

 

Zhuge Munhyeon chuckled at her confident appearance and nodded.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

“I’ll prepare and come out right away.”

 

“What?”

 

“Previously, I was caught off guard due to panic and was unprepared, but I’ll show that the Dang Family’s Craft Bang is not to be taken lightly. Please wait just a moment.”

 

“Ah, wait…”

 

Dang Ihwa ran to the Blacksmith Shop before he could stop her.

 

Sigh, there’s no time…

 

But since he said he’d take her along, he couldn’t leave her behind.

 

His feelings for his parents and her worry for her grandfather seemed no different.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon told one of the craftsmen what to report to the Dang Family Main House while waiting for her.

 

But then.

 

“Let’s go!”

 

“….”

 

Dang Ihwa returned faster than expected.

 

She was covered from head to toe in protective gear that clearly bore the touch of a master craftsman, with a hammer as large as a person strapped to her back.

 

She was truly an iron peony.

 

She could be called a giant flower made of iron.

 

But… isn’t that heavy?

 

Somehow it seems like she won’t be able to keep up?

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