Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 35

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Chapter 35. Winds of Change (5)

 

Creak.

 

The main gate opened.

 

“You’ve come from Ten Sword Gate?”

 

An aged voice.

 

Though his face bore a ghastly sword scar, his back was bent and his legs were lame. To anyone’s eyes, he was an ordinary old man with disabilities.

 

Lee Jeong asked with an indifferent expression.

 

“Is the Family Head Deputy inside?”

 

“Yes, she is.”

 

“Guide us in.”

 

Guo Lao spoke calmly.

 

“Please tell me who you are from Ten Sword Gate.”

 

“How dare a thunderstruck old fool like you.”

 

Fire blazed in Lee Jeong’s eyes.

 

At that moment, Hwang Ji Hwa stepped forward.

 

“I am Hwang Ji Hwa, Finance Pavilion Leader of Ten Sword Gate. This person is Elder Salt Sword Lee Jeong from the Main Sect.”

 

Though Yeong standing behind her was clearly an escort warrior, Guo Lao asked once more.

 

“And the person behind you?”

 

Lee Jeong shouted angrily.

 

“Has the old fool gone senile? We’ve revealed the Sect Leader’s precious daughter and even an Elder’s name – what more could you want!”

 

He looked ready to draw his sword at any moment.

 

Hwang Ji Hwa raised her hand to stop Lee Jeong.

 

“Elder.”

 

“…Hmph.”

 

“The person behind me is my personal guard. Does that answer your question?”

 

Guo Lao bowed his head slightly.

 

“Please wait here for a moment. I’ll inform the Family Head Deputy.”

 

Lee Jeong’s face suddenly turned cold.

 

“Wait?”

 

This time, even Hwang Ji Hwa didn’t step in.

 

She felt they had shown the minimum courtesy. Truth be told, it was crossing the line for a mere servant acting as gatekeeper, not even a blood relative, to make people from Ten Sword Gate wait.

 

Lee Jeong quickly entered through the main gate and pressed his finger against Guo Lao’s chest.

 

“What if I can’t wait?”

 

It was just a finger, but he was an Elder of Ten Sword Gate.

 

Guo Lao was pushed back and fell with a thud. Though undeniable pain showed on his face, there was no groan.

 

Lee Jeong spoke in a chilling voice.

 

“How dare a decrepit lowborn thing act so arrogantly before the great Ten Sword Gate members? Do you truly wish to die?”

 

Guo Lao staggered to his feet, straightened his back, and said.

 

“Whatever your status, a guest is merely a guest. If you came without prior notice, waiting for the host is a natural virtue that guests should observe, is it not?”

 

“What?!”

 

“Would the esteemed members of Ten Sword Gate, who rule over Wuhan, act like this even when visiting the Nine Great Sects?”

 

Whoosh!

 

Fiery killing intent erupted from Lee Jeong’s body.

 

“This crazy old man is running his mouth carelessly.”

 

Lee Jeong’s eyes, truly angered, quickly became bloodshot.

 

Hwang Ji Hwa stepped forward.

 

“Elder.”

 

“Branch Leader Hwang, don’t try to stop me.”

 

“We came here to have a conversation.”

 

“The Branch Leader can have her conversation. I need to teach this ill-mannered old man some manners first.”

 

He had already come here in an excited state. He didn’t want to worry about appearances just to deal with a mere gatekeeper.

 

Hwang Ji Hwa sighed.

 

“If you must do that, please do it later. We didn’t come here to shed blood from the start, did we?”

 

Lee Jeong, who had been glaring at Guo Lao for a moment, growled like a beast.

 

“Thanks to the Branch Leader, that pitiful neck of yours gets to stay attached a little longer. Be grateful.”

 

“Please wait outside the gate until we send word.”

 

Thwack!

 

“Ugh!”

 

Guo Lao, struck on the shoulder with a palm, collapsed on the spot.

 

Lee Jeong, who kicked the fallen Guo Lao aside, took the lead.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

Hwang Ji Hwa glanced down at Guo Lao.

 

Guo Lao, clutching his chest in apparent pain, slowly tried to get back up. But the pain seemed severe as he couldn’t rise easily.

 

“Old man.”

 

Hwang Ji Hwa’s voice was calm.

 

“In the martial world, knowing how to conduct oneself is important. From now on, consider your opponent before showing your pride.”

 

Lee Jeong sneered.

 

“What kind of teaching is that for a senile old man? Stop worrying about him and let’s go.”

 

“Very well.”

 

With that, the three people entered the outer courtyard.

 

Guo Lao, staggering to his feet, followed after them.

 

A moment later.

 

Thud.

 

Lee Jeong, who had opened the inner courtyard gate without permission, saw the Family Head’s Office a short distance away.

 

“It’s tiny as a booger.”

 

Even combining the outer and inner courtyards, it seemed like it wouldn’t even be thirty percent of Ten Sword Gate’s outer courtyard.

 

Lee Jeong openly sneered.

 

“Still, they do keep guard like a proper martial family.”

 

Five warriors were standing guard around the Family Head’s Office.

 

At a glance, their postures were far too sloppy. Their backs were straight, but their lower bodies were unstable. As if they had each been struck in the groin at least once, their legs were all slightly spread apart, creating the most ridiculous sight imaginable.

 

Lee Jeong was dumbfounded.

 

“To call such things that lack even the basics swordsmen…”

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“Hmm?”

 

Someone was sitting in lotus position in front of the warriors standing guard.

 

His presence was strangely absent, but once noticed, no one else could catch the eye.

 

“It’s Young Master Moyong Bi.”

 

Hwang Ji Hwa’s eyes deepened.

 

“Is he training his heart method?”

 

Slowly.

 

Moyong Bi, who had been sitting in lotus position, slowly stood up.

 

Why was it? Hwang Ji Hwa thought that movement was strangely beautiful.

 

Then, escort warrior Yeong spoke.

 

“Strange.”

 

He was the one who hadn’t opened his mouth once while coming here.

 

Hwang Ji Hwa and Lee Jeong turned to look at Yeong.

 

Though Yeong’s face wearing the bamboo hat wasn’t clearly visible, the surprise in his voice could be felt by both of them.

 

“He has no muscle on his body, yet his movements are strangely natural. There’s no wasted motion.”

 

Lee Jeong snorted.

 

“Just from watching him stand up?”

 

“It’s just my feeling.”

 

“I know you’re an excellent guard, but aren’t you being too cautious?”

 

Yeong didn’t open his mouth any further.

 

Lee Jeong, who had snorted, walked up to the front of the Family Head’s Office.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Creak.

 

The inner courtyard door opened and Guo Lao entered. He had somehow followed despite his ailing body.

 

Lee Jeong glanced at Guo Lao, chuckled softly, and turned his head back toward the Family Head’s Office.

 

At that moment.

 

‘…?!’

 

Lee Jeong flinched without realizing it.

 

Before he knew it, Moyong Bi was looking at him. But that gaze was truly eerie.

 

A distance of just under ten zhang. Torches hung here and there, but it was still night.

 

Yet strangely, Moyong Bi’s gaze was clear.

 

It seemed both blue-black and pure white. Whatever it was, it felt intense.

 

‘…’

 

He almost swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

 

He didn’t know why. There was nothing to be tense about except for the gaze being somewhat intense, yet strangely his body felt like it was tensing up.

 

And.

 

Swish.

 

Moyong Bi’s gaze left Lee Jeong and turned toward Guo Lao.

 

Only then did Lee Jeong feel his tension ease.

 

‘What was that?’

 

As the unnecessary tension drained away, he suddenly felt irritated.

 

‘I don’t like that bastard’s eyes.’

 

Then, Moyong Bi spoke.

 

“Guo Lao.”

 

“Yes, Young Master.”

 

“Escort our guests.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Guo Lao bowed his head to the three people.

 

“Please follow me…”

 

“Follow what?”

 

Lee Jeong strode boldly toward Moyong Bi.

 

Moyong Bi, calmly standing with his hands clasped behind his back, appeared neither nervous nor particularly relaxed.

 

Standing confidently about one zhang away from Moyong Bi, Lee Jeong declared boldly.

 

“I am Lee Jeong, Flame Sword Elder of Ten Sword Gate! That lady is Young Miss Hwang Ji Hwa, the precious daughter of our Sect Leader and head of the Finance Pavilion!”

 

Since this was an official occasion, he spoke respectfully of Hwang Ji Hwa.

 

“We’ve come to meet with the Family Head Deputy. Is she inside?”

 

“Step aside.”

 

“What?”

 

Moyong Bi pointed to the side with his chin.

 

“The sword should step aside, and let the master come forward.”

 

Lee Jeong couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

 

“Did you just call me a sword…?”

 

“If you didn’t come to talk, then you came to see blood. Putting forward an impatient sword first means you want to fight without discussion, right? If not…”

 

Moyong Bi tilted his head slightly and looked at Hwang Ji Hwa.

 

“Did you bring a fierce dog to try to seize control of the conversation?”

 

“…?!”

 

“How pathetically you live.”

 

Lee Jeong’s face twisted with anger.

 

“You crazy…!”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Hwang Ji Hwa stepped forward.

 

“Flame Sword Elder is indeed one of the fiercest swords our Main Sect possesses.”

 

When Hwang Ji Hwa herself acknowledged it, Lee Jeong was left speechless.

 

Hwang Ji Hwa continued.

 

“But don’t misunderstand. We came to talk, not to see blood.”

 

Her voice was confident and firm.

 

As if to say that if they fought, they would be the ones to bleed, a calm confidence emanated from him.

 

Undeniable tension appeared on the faces of the Fire Sword Unit Members. It wasn’t just anyone – the Ten Swords Sect Leader’s daughter and an elder had come personally.

 

In a situation where being extremely tense wouldn’t be enough, the Young Master was engaging in a battle of wills from the start.

 

‘Is, is this right?’

 

‘Damn it! We might die today if we’re not careful!’

 

‘Shit, shouldn’t we run away right now?’

 

All sorts of random thoughts tormented them.

 

However, not a single one of them left their position. That alone showed their spirit was quite admirable.

 

“Would you like to have a conversation?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Conversation is good. Who would like to see unnecessary bloodshed?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Then let’s try it, this thing called conversation.”

 

The corners of Hwang Ji Hwa’s mouth turned up.

 

“Conversation is fine, but we didn’t come to talk with Young Master Murong.”

 

“You want to talk with our Elder Sister?”

 

“That’s right. Important matters should be discussed directly with the leader.”

 

“Then you should go back.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“If you want to talk with our leader, your leader should come, right? You said it’s an important conversation?”

 

“…?”

 

“Why? Did you perhaps inherit the Ten Sword Gate?”

 

Lee Jeong’s face heated up to an almost dark red color.

 

If it weren’t for the atmosphere typical of official occasions, he might have drawn his sword several times already.

 

Hwang Ji Hwa sneered.

 

“Since it’s an important conversation, you need an opponent of appropriate status, is that it?”

 

“You’re smarter than your Younger Brother.”

 

He suddenly mentioned Hwang In Hwa.

 

Hwang Ji Hwa involuntarily hesitated.

 

Moyong Bi’s words were quite strange. Saying she was smarter than her younger brother – it was natural if you thought about it, but it oddly felt unpleasant.

 

Being compared to Hwang In Hwa in the first place was problematic, but the nuance that suggested she wasn’t better than her younger brother in anything else made her feel terribly upset.

 

‘This crazy bastard?’

 

Though she felt bad, Hwang Ji Hwa didn’t show it.

 

“Needing an opponent of appropriate status. That’s important.”

 

“I’m glad you understand.”

 

“Then aren’t we at a disadvantage?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“The Young Lady of the Ten Sword Gate came personally to see a mere Family Head Deputy of the Moyong Family. If you think about it, we’re the ones who showed consideration for your side, aren’t we?”

 

A smile full of pride appeared on Lee Jeong’s face.

 

In the midst of being angry enough to feel his insides turn over, Hwang Ji Hwa’s cutting remark was truly satisfying.

 

A deep smile appeared on Moyong Bi’s face.

 

“Do you truly think so?”

 

“Of course. I think anyone you ask on the Wuhan Streets would give you the same answer, don’t you?”

 

“My thoughts are different though.”

 

“I don’t care what Young Master Murong thinks. Stop wasting time and let me see the Family Head Deputy…”

 

“What kind of prestige could a sect have that rides on the backs of filthy trash and sucks dry all the money of innocent Common Citizens?”

 

“…?!”

 

“Wearing Silk Clothes and sprinkling some Musk doesn’t make the stench of trash weak enough to cover up. You really couldn’t smell the foul odor coming from your own bodies?”

 

“…Look here.”

 

“Well, I suppose living while drinking rotten broth, you wouldn’t know what smell comes from your own bodies. You especially seem worse than the others? You’re the Finance Pavilion head, right?”

 

Hwang Ji Hwa’s face hardened instantly.

 

“Are you insulting me right now?”

 

“Didn’t you insult me first?”

 

“What did you say?”

 

The smile disappeared from Moyong Bi’s face.

 

“How dare a stupid bitch whose head isn’t even fully developed demand a private audience with the Family Head Deputy of the Main Family. If this isn’t an insult, then what is it? A compliment?”

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