Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 151

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Chapter 151. The Bloody Wind Beyond Change (1)

It was similar to the Wind Cloak, but somewhat different from it.

The generously cut outer garment was made as a single piece combining upper and lower parts. There was also a hood section that covered the head, and if one wore it, it seemed it could even cover the eyes.

Indeed, the eyes of the man wearing the hood were barely visible.

Yet the illusion that he was seeing through everything in the area arose because of the eerie atmosphere emanating from this man’s body.

Swish.

A shadow appeared before the strange man.

He was the man who had previously watched the finals of the Hubei Late-Stage Expert Sparring Tournament from atop the roof of Juru.

“I greet the great Apostle.”

“Hwang Jag, is it?”

“That is correct.”

The attitude of the man called Hwang Jag was extremely cautious.

“Which number Hwang Jag are you?”

“The ninth.”

“I see.”

It was a voice devoid of any emotion.

The man also seemed quite stoic himself, but the man in the Wind Cloak was different somehow.

A feeling as if no humanity could be sensed at all. There was no emotion in his voice, making it seem like an inanimate object in human form was speaking.

The man bowed and spoke.

“The half-demon of Bi Chang who was taken to the Hubei Branch has been eliminated.”

“Did you handle it directly?”

“Hwang Jag’s deputy eliminated him.”

“The result?”

“Decay and death.”

“A failure then.”

“That is correct.”

The man in the Wind Cloak raised his head to look at the sky.

A pale face revealed under the dark moonlight. Even so, his eyes were not visible.

It was a mysterious appearance.

“Of the five, only three have succeeded so far.”

“…”

“This pace is troublesome.”

The eyelids of the man, So Gwang, the true leader of Hwang Jag, trembled faintly.

“I apologize.”

“What does your apostle say?”

“He has not given any particular words yet.”

“Always the same. More greedy than anyone yet unwilling to take responsibility. You must suffer much under such an incompetent master.”

So Gwang did not answer.

To call him an incompetent master was too much when he possessed such tremendous power. It wasn’t that he lacked responsibility, but that he was cautious and sensitive, which this apostle before him would find difficult to understand.

Of course, he couldn’t openly argue against it.

This person was also one chosen by God. One of the twelve representatives who would spread the great teachings throughout the world.

“Hubei and Honam are the slowest. We cannot delay any longer.”

“May I ask one presumptuous question?”

“Speak.”

“Perhaps, has the upper level set some kind of deadline…?”

Thud!

So Gwang’s face turned pale.

Instantly, his entire body became heavy. It felt as if his weight had suddenly increased twenty-fold.

His prostrated body seemed to be sucked into the ground.

Thump!

Every part of his body touching the ground dug slightly into the floor, raising thick dust.

‘Ugh!’

Something metallic rose from within.

The merciless pressure caused internal injuries. The smell of blood rose in his throat, his eyes felt like they would pop out at any moment, and all the joints in his body seemed to be dislocating.

He instinctively tried to circulate his internal energy, but So Gwang endured it.

Even knowing he would die at this rate, he refused any resistance. It wasn’t a force he could escape from even if he resisted anyway.

After a moment.

Whoooosh.

As the hot pressure disappeared, the cool eastern wind filled its place again.

“Huff! Huff!”

So Gwang’s body, breathing roughly, was already soaked with sweat.

The man called Apostle spoke in his still emotionless voice.

“What’s next?”

“…Jegal.”

“Interesting.”

It was a voice that didn’t sound interesting at all.

“Jegal won’t be easy.”

“I merely follow orders.”

With those words, he offered an apology for his earlier rudeness.

The Apostle spoke in a cool voice as if he didn’t care at all.

“I heard a report. Two elders from the Mu Dang Faction went missing during this sparring tournament.”

“That is correct. Among them, Ho Geom Jin In is rumored to have been killed by a demon.”

“Has this been confirmed as fact?”

“When Hwang Jag’s deputy infiltrated to eliminate Bi Chang’s half-demon, he examined Ho Geom Jin In’s corpse stored at the branch. As a result…”

“…”

“He judged it extremely likely to be true.”

The Apostle’s hood swayed slightly.

Could such an emotionless person actually be laughing?

“Even if only half, it’s red demonic art. But the opponent was a Mu Dang elder. He wouldn’t have been easily defeated.”

“…”

“There must have been some minor complications. This is why Jianghu is interesting. When someone gains, someone else feels sorrow.”

Did he truly understand fun? Did he know what sorrow was?

Did this person really understand emotions?

“I heard the Moyong Clan won.”

“That is correct.”

“Did you observe?”

“I observed the half-demon’s two main matches and the finals. Among them, the winner Moyong Bi defeated the half-demon.”

“The Moyong Clan… Is that pitiful clan that was swept up in Ho Yeon’s madness and suffered a miserable defeat trying to spread its wings again?”

“…”

“What did you think of the Moyong Clan member’s skill level?”

“I observed from too far away to feel his actual aura, so it’s difficult to say definitively what level he’s at.”

“I heard the five nobles under the ninth apostle possess supernatural-level eyesight. Your qi sensitivity doesn’t match that, it seems.”

“I apologize. However, it is true that Banma overwhelmed all his opponents in every match, including when he drew the Great Spear. He instantly subdued the second disciple of the Wudang Sect, the legitimate heir of the Namgung family, and even his notoriously fierce final opponent.”

“You mean the skill gap was extreme.”

“That is correct. Unknown though it may be, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his martial prowess approaches elder level or higher among the nine factions, almost reaching sect leader level.”

“I heard he’s quite young.”

“He’ll turn twenty after this year passes.”

“Truly worthy of being called a once-in-a-century talent.”

“Some are already saying they should add another position to Sa Ryong Sam Bong.”

“At that age, with that level of martial prowess, it’s certainly possible. What I’m curious about is how such a person emerged from the supposedly ruined Moyong Family…”

“…”

“Very interesting indeed.”

The man rose to his feet.

“When does the Jegal side begin?”

“The White Baron’s main and deputy commanders have been working underground for quite some time. It should start soon.”

“Understood.”

The man turned around.

The moment he turned, his figure vanished like smoke. It was an unbelievable sight even when witnessed.

So Gwang, who had been quietly watching where the man disappeared, stood up.

Shortly after, a woman arrived.

“Has he left?”

“Yes.”

“Phew, I was so nervous I nearly died. The others are the same, but that one is particularly difficult.”

“Watch your words, unless you want to die without anyone knowing.”

“Worry about yourself.”

So Gwang also turned around.

“Things have gotten busy. You go to Bi Chang Moon immediately.”

“Total annihilation as expected?”

“Yes.”

“What will you be doing in the meantime?”

“The master has begun to take interest in Wuhan.”

So Gwang looked toward the west.

“I’ll need to observe that place for a while, also to eliminate the red seed that accidentally flowed in there.”

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The next day.

“Elder Brother.”

Namgung Gwan’s face overflowed with regret.

“If it were up to me, I’d want to follow you all the way to your main family house, but I suppose I should return to report the tournament results.”

Moyong Bi openly frowned.

“What’s with this creepy talk about following me to the main house? When work’s done, you should naturally go home.”

“But it’s still regrettable.”

How easily he spoke such clingy words to his face.

He’d met all kinds of people, but there were really few as burdensome as this guy.

“Enough, go and diligently train your martial arts. When we meet again later, you’ll need to last longer than during the duel.”

“Last longer? I should win.”

Namgung Gwan’s smile wasn’t entirely modest.

“I’ll train with the resolve to overwhelm you.”

“Good mindset. That way we might at least exchange a few moves.”

“Hahaha!”

Moyong Bi glanced at Namgung So So.

Though her face was full of regret, tremendous suffering lurked within. Her stomach was in terrible condition from drinking too much.

“Don’t throw up again on the way, you.”

“There’s nothing left to throw up anyway.”

“Train hard like your elder brother.”

“Yees.”

Her drawn-out speech showed she was really struggling.

After greeting Moyong Su Jeong, she scurried over to Moyong Su Hyang, grabbed both her hands and shook them vigorously. Even in that condition, parting with a friend of the same age seemed more regrettable.

“I came in place of Younger Brother.”

Jegal Chung Ho waved with a smile.

The strong smell of alcohol suggested he was still quite drunk.

“Since we’re all in Hubei, we should be able to meet again anytime.”

“The distance is too far to visit, so if we want to meet, you’ll have to come our way.”

“Haha! Of course that’s how it should be!”

Even while exchanging regretful farewells, no one could bring themselves to leave first.

Kang Geun Cheong’s regret seemed the greatest of all.

“I’ll speak to the Family Head and visit you again.”

“Don’t trouble yourself because of us, just fulfill your own duties.”

“My only duty is eating the Namgung Clan’s rice anyway.”

“Hehe.”

“I’ll definitely visit you again, Elder Brother.”

“Yes, that would be nice if possible.”

And so the farewells concluded.

Jegal Chung Ho was the first to leave, followed by the Namgung Siblings and Kang Geun Cheong.

The Taoist disciples led by Ja Dam were nowhere to be seen, but there hadn’t been any friendship with them anyway.

“Well then, let’s go too.”

“Bi Ah.”

“Hm?”

Moyong Su Jeong quietly pulled Moyong Bi aside and asked.

“Are you taking that person along too?”

Where she glanced, Neung Hyeong stood.

Still with a dazed expression and mouth hanging open, he looked half out of his mind.

Moyong Bi whispered.

“Don’t worry. Even if he’s a bit mentally strange, he’s someone who’ll be helpful to the main house.”

“Really?”

“I’ll take responsibility for that madman, so don’t worry.”

Moyong Su Jeong let out a bitter smile.

“Alright.”

Normally she wouldn’t ask about such things. Now, no matter what strange things her younger brother did, she might be surprised but her trust wouldn’t crack.

But as the head of a family, she needed to know clearly what kind of person he was.

“He won’t cause trouble, will he?”

“Trouble…”

“…”

“Even if he does, I’ll take responsibility and handle it. If it gets really bad, I can just beat him senseless on a rainy day.”

“Don’t do that.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Fine.”

A clear smile returned to Moyong Su Jeong’s face.

“Well then, let’s go home.”

The home they entered after so long was unchanged.

Small, shabby, yet with an exquisite awkward charm.

But there, Guo Lao was present, Dark Shadow was there, and the Fire Sword Unit Members were there.

Needless to say about Guo Lao, but Dark Shadow and the Fire Sword Unit Members were also quite welcome after not seeing them for so long.

“Congratulations, Family Head.”

Having already heard the news, Guo Lao immediately offered congratulations.

Moyong Su Jeong smiled brightly. Despite drinking so much, she looked good having dispelled it all with Primordial True Energy.

“Bi Ah should receive the congratulations.”

“Hehe, with Young Master’s skill level, victory is only natural.”

In other words, it wasn’t even worth celebrating in the first place.

Moyong Su Jeong’s heart raced at Guo Lao’s trust toward her Younger Brother. The fact that Guo Lao, who had been a Master under heaven, trusted her brother to this extent meant that her brother’s skill level could truly be considered among the best of the Central Plains’ Late-Stage Experts.

After Guo Lao finished greeting Moyong Su Hyang, Seok Woong, Jin Gwang, and Jong Hweon, his eyes turned toward Neung Hyeong.

In an instant, his gaze completely changed.

“Who is that person?!”

“Ah, that person is…”

At that moment, interest began to spark in Neung Hyeong’s face, which had appeared absent-minded.

“Oh ho, don’t tell me you’re?”

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