Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 199

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Chapter 199. Connecting Chains (7)

Wun Kyung, who had been running all day using lightness skills, finally arrived at Baek Un Pa.

‘…?!’

Wun Kyung, who was stabilizing his breathing, suddenly felt a strange sensation.

‘What is this?’

Baek Un Pa was a sect surrounded entirely by forests, making it a place that couldn’t be easily found unless one was familiar with these paths.

Moreover, since it wasn’t far from Moodang Mountain, it had never suffered any external invasions. Even during the recent war with Seongheolgung, Baek Un Pa had suffered no damage whatsoever.

‘Why is there smoke…?’

Smoke was rising from several buildings of Baek Un Pa.

Wun Kyung felt an ominous premonition.

‘Don’t tell me they attacked Baek Un Pa?!’

Had the Taoist Priests who started the internal rebellion even attacked Baek Un Pa?

Wun Kyung thought that couldn’t be possible. Baek Un Pa was one of the top three intelligence organizations within the Mu Dang Faction. As a secular sect, they had also learned modified Mu Dang martial arts, and naturally their importance to the Mu Dang Faction was beyond words.

‘But they might have imposed sanctions. Even so, they surely wouldn’t have attacked.’

There was a need to investigate thoroughly.

Wun Kyung suppressed his presence and approached cautiously.

Mu Dang martial arts specialized in aura control, and Wun Kyung, who had mastered the highest martial arts among them, could reduce his presence almost as well as an assassin.

A moment later.

‘Gasp!’

Beyond the half-destroyed main gate of Baek Un Pa.

Countless warriors were lying collapsed. Each and every one of them was a trained swordsman and intelligence agent, yet not a single person was unharmed.

‘Don’t tell me they’re all dead?!’

Wun Kyung, who expanded his qi sensitivity, was soon relieved. Fortunately, no one was dead.

‘It hasn’t been long since they were attacked. Then….’

There was a high probability that the culprit was nearby.

Wun Kyung carefully retreated. Now that he had confirmed Baek Un Pa had been attacked, there was no reason to infiltrate and look around in detail.

That’s when it happened.

Thud!

“Kugh!”

Wun Kyung, who received a tremendous impact to his abdomen, collapsed on the spot and vomited blood.

“Uwaaack!”

He suffered internal injuries severe enough to vomit blood from just one blow. Considering his martial prowess as the designated next sect leader, this was impossible.

Wun Kyung, kneeling with his head down, saw someone’s feet in his vision.

‘The attacker!’

This was no time to hesitate.

Whoosh!

Wun Kyung abandoned counterattacking and immediately threw his body backward.

It wasn’t a good choice.

Crack!

“Kek!”

Wun Kyung, struck in the back of his head by a merciless hand chop, was slammed straight into the ground.

“Huh? Is he dead?”

“Fortunately he’s not dead, you crazy bastard.”

Neung Hyeong responded indifferently to Moyong Bi’s curse.

“Wouldn’t it be fine if he died? He’s probably just a lackey of that Jo Geom or whatever his name is anyway.”

Though his words were rough, from the Mu Dang Faction’s perspective, those words weren’t entirely wrong either.

Moyong Bi spoke to Ja Dam.

“When did you say they’d arrive?”

“They should arrive soon. It’s been half a hour since I sent the messenger bird.”

“It was worth waiting on purpose. I never thought a lackey would actually come.”

Ja Dam, suppressing her surprise, continued speaking.

“It’s Wun Kyung. He’s from the Wun generation designated as the next sect leader, and Jo Geom Sah Hyeong’s direct disciple.”

“Then he’s a very good hostage.”

Poke poke poke!

Moyong Bi, who had struck all the paralysis points on his body with finger wind, stretched.

“Ugh, I’m damn tired. Let’s go home quickly.”

“I said let’s go ages ago, why are you bothering with stuff like this?”

“They’re short-handed over there. They’ll help us later, so think of it as an investment.”

“More precisely, they’ll be helping you.”

“Helping me is helping you, isn’t it?”

Anyone listening would call it a truly touching friendship, but Neung Hyeong didn’t misunderstand those words. No, even if it was a statement mixed with real friendship, he didn’t want to accept it.

“Stop talking nonsense and let’s go. Let’s eat first.”

“Let’s do that.”

Thus, the three people who had cleanly dealt with even Baek Un Pa set out on their way.

But they still had one more person left to meet.

“I thought you’d come this way.”

Sama Jin Gung appeared before the three people who had left Moodang Mountain and reached Bang Hyeon.

Moyong Bi tilted his head.

“Didn’t we agree to meet later in Wuhan?”

He was the one who had separately contacted Sama Jin Gung from the Mu Dang Faction. Yet here he was, appearing at this place without even sending a reply.

Neung Hyeong sighed.

“Hey, let’s just rest for today and go tomorrow. I’ll find lodging myself.”

“Take Ja Dam with you too.”

Ja Dam, who had been reading the mood from the middle, hurriedly spoke.

“If it’s alright, I’ll stay with the benefactor.”

Though it was awkward, she had felt throughout the journey that Neung Hyeong’s nerves were on edge. Since they needed to get along well in the future, she didn’t want to deliberately get on his nerves.

“Do that, then.”

Neung Hyeong casually waved his hand and walked toward the inn standing tall in the distance.

Sama Jin Gung pointed to the mountain with his chin.

“Let’s walk a bit.”

“Let’s do that.”

A moment later.

The three people entered a fairly well-maintained mountain path.

“Really now….”

Sama Jin Gung let out a sigh.

“I was surprised.”

“I understand.”

“We agreed to drive out Mu Dang’s radicals together, but you suddenly turned Mu Dang upside down all by yourself.”

“I only lent a hand. And in case you misunderstand, I was also just riding the flow, I didn’t lead it.”

“I know. Even if you had led it, what would it matter? I achieved what I wanted.”

Moyong Bi chuckled.

“Are you preparing for construction?”

“I’ve made contact.”

“We’ll be seeing each other often from now on.”

“The work of Jidan is much busier than Moyong Sohyeop thinks.”

“Or you could definitely send your uncle this time.”

“He’ll definitely go. Many incidents that can’t be ignored have erupted this time, haven’t they?”

“That’s true too.”

Sama Jin Gung stopped walking.

“Moyong Sohyeop.”

“Speak.”

“I’ll be honest. While Moyong Sohyeop may have tried to use me, I too tried to use Moyong Sohyeop.”

“Why are you saying something so obvious with such a serious tone?”

“Moyong Sohyeop must have known. Regarding the incident at the Jegal Clan, I could have actively helped but chose not to.”

Moyong Bi chuckled softly.

“I know. And not helping was the right thing to do. There was no need to plant seeds of discord between the branch and the Jegal Clan.”

“As expected, you saw that far ahead.”

“Whether it’s a characteristic of orthodox sects or what, their pride is too strong. They can’t sleep peacefully unless they’re taking sides with each other.”

Sama Jin Gung smiled.

He was a man more stoic than a rock, but somehow today that smile suited him quite well.

But that was only momentary.

“At first, honestly, my pride was a bit hurt.”

“Hmm? Ah, the Mu Dang Faction?”

“That’s right. Though it would be quite difficult, I wanted to blow away the radical faction with my own hands somehow.”

“I know you have the ability to do so.”

Ja Dam, who had been quietly following behind, was inwardly greatly surprised. He had the ability to deal with Mu Dang’s radical faction? Was the Deputy Alliance Leader of the Hubei Branch such an amazing person?

“I was confident. Though I couldn’t match them in martial force, I had made many preparations.”

“You joined hands with Shaolin?”

“….”

“Correct.”

Sama Jin Gung, who had been staring at Moyong Bi intently, sighed once more.

“It would be truly difficult to deceive Moyong Sohyeop. Though I had no intention of deceiving you anyway.”

“Nothing surprising. I simply pondered who would be the most reliable opponent to face the Mu Dang Faction. The answer was easy.”

“Shaolin seems to have complicated circumstances as well. I don’t know the exact details either.”

Moyong Bi spoke with an indifferent expression.

“It’s been that way since long ago. Those monks had decent character matching their martial arts, but they harbored all sorts of unstable elements internally.”

“Unstable elements?”

“In the martial world, Buddhist sects are far more conservative groups than Taoist sects.”

Sama Jin Gung nodded.

“Well, that would make sense.”

“In some ways, it’s as big a problem as Moodang Mountain’s excessive spiritual energy.”

“Spiritual energy? What does that mean?”

Moyong Bi explained simply.

Though it was a simple explanation, it was content sufficient to understand.

Sama Jin Gung looked at Ja Dam with surprised eyes.

“Is that really true?”

Ja Dam bowed her head and said.

“I don’t know much. However, because of such spiritual energy, my master sent me to the secular world whenever he had time.”

“Huh.”

Sama Jin Gung shook his head.

“Hard to believe. Rather, due to excessive spiritual energy, Mu Dang’s Taoist priests became more easily tainted by demonic influence….”

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but ultimately temperament is also the power of mental intent. Conversely, abundant qi can even change a person’s character. People living in areas abundant with positive energy tend to have particularly gentle temperaments.”

“I know that.”

“That’s not because gentle people live there, but because external qi interacts with humans’ inherent energy.”

“So you mean there’s no difference between demonic energy obtained through demonic arts and demonic energy obtained through qi deviation.”

“I understand that the first demonic arts came from investigating qi deviation. Ultimately, temperament is determined by human heart and mind.”

Sama Jin Gung, who had been nodding, suddenly smiled at a thought and said.

“It feels like conversing with a senior master of Jianghu. Moyong Sohyeop’s insight is extraordinary.”

Though he felt slightly pricked for no reason, Moyong Bi replied nonchalantly.

“Living roughly in various ways, one naturally learns many things. Why else would Heo Do Jin In send this girl to the secular world?”

Though it wasn’t a convincing explanation, since he wasn’t particularly curious to begin with, Sama Jin Gung just let it pass.

“So then.”

Moyong Bi stopped walking.

“Your pride was hurt, but you feel good. Is that all?”

Sama Jin Gung, who had walked a few more steps, also stopped.

“Moyong Sohyeop.”

“I’m listening.”

“There are words left by the deceased elder who once served as the Martial Alliance’s Grand Strategist.”

Moyong Bi’s eyes wavered.

The Martial Alliance’s Grand Strategist.

The one person who always reliably watched his back, who had to coordinate between the Alliance Leader and Elders while even conducting wars, someone he felt so sorry for.

“That person said this. People of the world call the Alliance Leader Gwangmyeong Mujon or Mad Demon as they please, but I, who served that person most closely, want to call him this.”

“….”

“Human God.”

A god among humans, or both human and god.

Perhaps a god pretending to be human. It was a word that could be interpreted in various ways.

“Someone more human and humble than anyone in the world, so unsuited for the Alliance Leader position that he became the greatest Martial Alliance Leader.”

“….”

“When spending time together, he’s as enjoyable and fun as a hometown friend, but when angry, he becomes more terrifying than a demon. Sometimes so careless that you wonder why he made such mistakes, yet other times achieving greatness beyond human comprehension.”

“….”

“Because he shows all aspects of humanity, he’s imperfect, and therefore perfect. The Elder evaluated the Previous Alliance Leader that way.”

Moyong Bi closed his eyes.

The Grand Strategist’s face came to mind.

The face of a man always filled with fatigue, yet always inspiring courage in those around him.

“When I look at you, I’m reminded of the Previous Alliance Leader, whom I’ve never met even once.”

“….”

“So I have a request for you.”

“What request?”

Sama Jin Gung, who had paused for a moment, slowly loosened his shoulders.

“Before that, I want to see if you’re someone worthy of hearing my request.”

“Huh?”

At that moment, Sama Jin Gung’s fist flew toward Moyong Bi’s face.

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