I Decided to Give the Contract to the Male Vassal - Chapter 50
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Chapter 50
Clang! Clang!
Consecutive sword strikes cut through waves of flame as they advanced forward.
The sword energy emanating from Wicheonso’s blade tip was as cold as winter moonlight.
Yeonhopyeong’s flames were instantly extinguished upon contact with that energy.
“Kraaaah!”
Yeonhopyeong howled like a beast.
The madness caused by the Bloodstone Flower burned through his internal meridians, emitting an even more violent crimson energy.
Blood-red internal energy enveloped his entire body. His weapon lurking within the flames looked not like a sword, but like a monster’s maw.
At that moment.
Wicheonso’s eyes gleamed narrowly.
His sword traced a low arc, and his internal energy reversed in an unfamiliar flow.
Hissss—
Phantoms spreading from the sword tip dispersed like mist.
Strange demonic energy engulfed Yeonhopyeong.
Instantly, Yeonhopyeong held his breath.
Whether due to the mist, he couldn’t see his surroundings.
His vision distorted within the red flames he had unleashed, and his heart, boiling with the Bloodstone Flower’s energy, pulsed endlessly.
A familiar figure emerged from within the mist.
When he raised his sword thinking it might be Wicheonso, Yeonhopyeong couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
There stood his younger brother Yeonhoryeong, whom he had personally stabbed through the heart.
‘This can’t be.’
His brother was looking at him askance in perfect condition.
“Do you think someone who only engaged in debauchery has the qualifications to be Sobaek?”
“Give up. Both the position of Sobaek and Miss Chung-rin…”
As his brother’s voice echoed like a reverberation, blood rushed to the top of his head.
His grip on the sword tightened.
Crack!
The sword once again pierced through his brother’s chest.
Watching the blood gush forth, Yeonhopyeong felt a liberation close to ecstasy.
Yeonhoryeong’s figure scattered like smoke, and this time a different form appeared.
“To be unable to overcome defeat by lowly blood. I’m disappointed in you.”
His father Yeonjo was looking down at him with cold eyes, saying he lacked the qualifications to be Sobaek.
Behind him, the murmuring voices of the Yeon family’s blood relatives could be heard.
“Doesn’t he lack the qualifications to be Sobaek of the Yeomhwa Family?”
“Rather, it would be better to adopt from a branch family…”
Words that had constantly tormented him.
The corners of Yeonhopyeong’s mouth lifted to their limit.
Flames burst from his sword, engulfing the head of the clan and the elders.
Fire demons devoured their bodies as terrible screams continued.
“Hahahaha!”
Yeonhopyeong threw back his head and laughed, drunk on madness.
That’s right.
He was no longer weak.
Because he had the power gained from the Bloodstone Flower.
He just needed to kill them all.
‘The one I wanted to kill most was…’
Before he knew it, he was standing in Majeokgak’s training hall from six years ago.
‘Right, everything started when I met that bastard.’
The one who had driven him into a swamp of despair.
The servant Wicheonso stood bathed in moonlight.
A monster who, despite being despised for his lowly bloodline, had defeated all the warriors of Majeokgak with a single sword.
How despairing it had been to realize what innate talent truly was.
But this time was different.
Yeonhopyeong had seized his own opportunity.
He unleashed fierce sword energy toward Wicheonso, driving him into a corner.
As if sword and body had become one, he moved freely according to Yeonhopyeong’s will.
Sword clashed with sword, and flames and friction sounds continued.
Eventually, Yeonhopyeong shattered Wicheonso’s sword.
It was an overwhelming victory.
Seeing Wicheonso’s terror-stricken face as he looked at him, it felt like old frustrations were finally being released.
Yeonhopyeong kicked Wicheonso behind the knees, forcing him to kneel.
“Die!”
Finally, Yeonhopyeong’s blade severed his neck.
Along with the feeling of his long-standing inferiority complex disappearing, mad laughter burst forth.
“Look! I am the true victor!”
As his laughter subsided, he found himself standing before Cheonyanggung.
Everything was finished.
There, Chung-rin waited for him, dressed in red wedding attire and wearing a red veil.
As she half-lowered her red fan embroidered with gold, the lips faintly visible beneath curved into a smile.
“Husband.”
Her voice was low and intimate. This wasn’t the Chung-rin who had always despised him.
She seemed to acknowledge the fact that he was her husband.
His heart pounded violently against his ribs.
Yeonhopyeong quickly approached her.
Each time the red light of the veil swayed, it looked like flames flickering.
Before her who finally acknowledged him, there was no longer any reason to hide himself.
“How did you become so strong, husband?”
Chung-rin asked as if very curious.
“It was due to an opportunity. Someone gave me the Bloodstone Flower. I absorbed it.”
“Who gave you the Bloodstone Flower, husband?”
“I couldn’t see their face, so I don’t know who it was. What’s important is that with the power I gained, I killed that detestable servant.”
Yeonhopyeong reached out toward Chung-rin, intoxicated with elation.
“…?!”
Suddenly realizing, he saw that in her two hands, which should have been holding the red fan, a sword was gripped instead.
Red sleeves fluttered through the air as the cold sword tip aimed precisely at his chest.
“Chung… Chung-rin?”
As the blade pierced through, the momentary cool sensation froze his blood.
His chest felt tight and hot.
Chung-rin’s face was reflected in Yeonhopyeong’s pupils.
The delicate jawline visible beneath the red veil, fierce eyes, and the cruel hand that had stabbed toward him.
“In the end, you…”
Blood surged from inside his throat, choking off his words.
“You…!”
His vision blurred, and the red wedding dress and red veil disappeared before his eyes.
In their place stood only a man dressed in white robes; Chung-rin’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
The illusion that had dominated him had been broken.
‘Wicheonso?’
Yeonhopyeong could only gape his mouth without being able to speak properly.
Because a sword bearing vivid light was embedded deep in his chest.
Wicheonso’s eyes were burning red as if they held blood.
“Phantom Demon Art, Blood Illusion Technique.”
Unlike his blazing eyes, his voice was extremely subdued.
“A demonic art that draws out one’s most fearful memories, and the true identity of the illusion you saw.”
At the words that what he had seen was an illusion, Yeonhopyeong’s eyes widened.
Emptiness spread across his pupils.
“Huh… ah…”
Only his mouth moved wordlessly, as blood foam filled his throat preventing proper sound from emerging.
He trembled, unable to distinguish whether it was Chung-rin or Wicheonso who had stabbed him.
Watching this, Wicheonso pulled out the sword that had been embedded in Yeonhopyeong’s heart.
Blood gushed violently from the hole in his chest.
The hot blood that had once contained the energy of the Bloodstone Flower mercilessly stained Wicheonso’s white robes, spreading first like flowers, then finally like mist.
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One hour earlier.
The bell announcing the auspicious time for the wedding ceremony to begin had rung.
According to Heavenly Sect wedding procedures, it was customary for the bride to enter the wedding hall together with her groom when he came to escort her.
Therefore, Chung-rin had to wait here for the person who would become her husband to arrive.
But outside was strangely quiet.
The footsteps of the maids that had been audible until just before, and the sound of water from the rear garden had all disappeared.
Cheonyanggung originally had seven layers of mechanisms and mystical formations laid throughout.
But now, none of those devices were visible.
Chung-rin carefully circulated her internal energy at her fingertips, gently flowing qi along the patterns on the floor.
As expected, there was no reaction.
The mystical formations and mechanisms had stopped.
If it wasn’t due to external invasion, there was only one person with the authority to do this.
Sect Leader Gwon Museong.
And Chung-rin thought of one person who could obtain permission from him.
‘Third Prince Wicheonso…’
He must have summoned Yeonhopyeong to Cheonyanggung.
When Chung-rin stepped outside her residence, wind carrying a strange smell brushed the edge of her red veil.
The metallic smell of iron, and the scent of blood.
Something had definitely happened in the direction of Cheonyanggung.
Rushing there, she saw Yeonhopyeong and Wicheonso confronting each other.
The moment Wicheonso took a step forward, the tip of his sword trembled slightly.
In an instant, the air in Cheonyanggung rippled as if turning inside out.
Red mist rose from the ground and covered the air in the blink of an eye.
Chung-rin instinctively stepped back, but her feet stuck like mud, unable to move even a single step.
The mist exhaled the smell of blood like breath, and red stains spread across Cheonyanggung’s white walls as if they were gradually being dyed with blood.
Handprint-like patterns seeped over them, as if someone was crawling up from beyond the wall with bloody hands.
It was an illusion. But it was too vivid.
One of the guards nearby suddenly screamed and crawled on the ground.
Though there wasn’t a single wound on his body, he curled up as if burning in fire.
Another guard struck his own shoulder, screaming as if his flesh was being peeled away.
The Phantom Demon Art was showing each person different illusions.
Watching those who were losing the boundary between reality and illusion, even the elders gasped in shock.
“That is the Phantom Demon Art unleashed by the Third Prince. It means what you’re seeing isn’t real.”
The Leader’s voice rang low and clear through the mist. Only then did the guards’ confusion subside.
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