I Decided to Give the Contract to the Male Vassal - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85

Song-jung, the master of Bloodletting Hall, doubted his own eyes at the fact that Wicheonso was here.

He instinctively realized it.

That the guards protecting this place had died by Wicheonso’s hand.

Song-jung staggered backward as if about to collapse. He couldn’t even breathe easily.

“Third Prince…, how did you come to such a humble place? If you had told me, I would have gone out to greet you personally.”

“Bloodletting Hall Master Song-jung.”

Wicheonso’s lips twisted.

“How dare you engage in human trafficking against sect members and still say such things.”

A cold voice.

Song-jung trembled. He had heard that Wicheonso possessed tremendous martial prowess, having risen to the position of Third Prince of the Heavenly Sect.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding. No matter how much we’re from the unorthodox faction, we don’t sell sect members.”

Song-jung bowed his head deeply. His mind was endlessly complicated.

The fortunate thing was that the Third Prince had visited alone.

If he could just kill the Third Prince while he was close, he could buy time to escape.

Song-jung quickly hid his wrist and twisted the back of his hand to raise his blood vessels.

Red blood vessels bulged black and thick along his arm.

It was the evil technique he had learned, Blood Steel Arm.

As his arm twisted and swelled like a beast’s foreleg, Song-jung quickly lowered his stance.

If he could just get close, there would be a chance of victory.

He instantly twisted his body and launched his figure. Only his shadow remained on the floor.

“I just did some profitable business with a little help from those fanatic bastards!”

He stepped with exquisite footwork as if teleporting his massive frame in an instant.

“I made those who couldn’t repay their debts pay the price by selling their bodies, and satisfied the desires of those with money. What’s wrong with that? Your Demonic Sect would be the same!”

Behind the wall, above the eaves, behind the Third Prince’s back. His figure seemed to fly from three places almost simultaneously. This was thanks to the footwork among Song-jung’s evil techniques called assassination footwork.

“Die!”

He slashed down at Wicheonso’s nape with his arm extended in Blood Steel Arm.

No, it wasn’t Wicheonso who was slashed.

Something thin and sharp had lightly severed Song-jung’s wrist.

Though Wicheonso seemed not to have moved at all, blood scattered in the air.

Red energy was spreading from the tip of his sword that had lightly drawn a semicircle and returned.

“Kraaaah!”

Song-jung screamed and retreated. He had lost one hand, but he couldn’t stop here.

Just as he was about to step with footwork again and attempt assassination.

Wicheonso slowly took a step forward.

Like winter earth cracking like ice, the heavy energy flowing beneath his feet seemed ready to split the ground.

Wicheonso’s red eyes followed Song-jung’s form.

This time Song-jung attacked simultaneously from behind Wicheonso, from above, and from both sides.

His movements were so fast they looked like he was using clone techniques.

Song-jung’s remaining arm sliced through the air, implementing the most vicious body technique of the unorthodox faction that grabbed and twisted joints apart, the Muscle Subduing Bone Seizing Method.

Just as he extended his fingers aiming for Wicheonso’s shoulder.

Tap.

All Wicheonso did was lightly raise his hand.

Instantly Song-jung’s shoulder blade broke from within and curled backward.

It was such tremendous shock that he couldn’t even scream properly. Soon after, the second and third bones collapsed in succession.

Song-jung’s body drooped and fell to the floor.

‘Why did such a monster have to seek me out…’

Though he felt wronged, the red energy rising from Wicheonso’s feet choked his breath so he couldn’t even continue such thoughts.

“It seems there’s no separate mastermind, but take him away.”

When Wicheonso commanded in a low voice, another figure immediately appeared and approached Song-jung.

Contrary to Song-jung’s thought that Wicheonso had appeared alone, Jinwongyeom, Chungbeom, and Cheongwolgung’s direct elites were stationed near the pavilion.

The remaining members of Bloodletting Hall were sprawled on the floor without properly swinging their swords even once.

Jinwongyeom gripped his judge’s brush in reverse and checked the situation inside the pavilion.

“Bloodletting Hall’s Blood Steel Arm and assassination footwork are quite troublesome advanced martial arts, yet you subdued them so easily. Truly befitting the Third Prince.”

As a member of Gyojeon’s Yulmunbang, Jinwongyeom had to investigate what actions Bloodletting Hall had been taking.

“It seems we’ll have quite a lot to discuss with Bloodletting Hall Master Song-jung?”

When Jinwongyeom smiled ominously, Song-jung being dragged by Chungbeom’s hand turned pale.

“Third Prince, the perimeter has been cleared.”

The elite warriors reported to Wicheonso.

Though the smell of blood vibrated from the surroundings, Wicheonso surveyed the area with his usual expression.

“Cut off the corpses’ necks, then burn everything except the heads. And display them for three days.”

These were people who had sullied the name of the Heavenly Sect.

If they weren’t cruelly punished as an example, a second Bloodletting Hall would appear.

Wicheonso knew well the power that fear provided.

He had deliberately shown overwhelming martial prowess for that reason.

“Confiscate Bloodletting Hall’s wealth, and deal with those who are imprisoned.”

He meant to free those who were captured for owing debts to Bloodletting Hall.

In Bloodletting Hall’s prison were not only women but also children.

Though Wicheonso didn’t spare them a glance, they continuously bowed their heads toward him.

They were expressing gratitude to the one who had helped them escape from suffering.

Jinwongyeom spoke quietly.

“The cleanup will take some time. How about the Third Prince returning to Cheongwolgung first?”

They needed to check the ledgers recording Bloodletting Hall’s business and recover the related money, which was possible without Wicheonso.

“Ah, since your wife is there, it should be fine. But surely you didn’t leave Cheongwolgung’s affairs to your wife?”

“She handles them well.”

“What? You really assigned them to her?! But how do you know she handles them well…”

Jinwongyeom approached Wicheonso with a slightly surprised expression.

“I received reports.”

Since leaving Cheongwolgung for the mission, Jeong Chongwan and the warriors had reported to him about Chung-rin.

He heard that she had not only reorganized the internal management system of Cheongwolgung that Jeong Chongwan had so desired, but even supervised the warriors’ formation training.

‘Moreover…’

That Hyeoncheon Gungju and Hwaeum Gungju had prepared splendid gifts and each tried to approach Chung-rin.

And that Chung-rin had used Wicheonso as an excuse.

“They say your wife provides excellent support. But why do you have that expression? You look like you’re worried about your wife.”

“I told you. Someday you’ll be in trouble because of that tongue of yours.”

“Hup!”

Sensing Wicheonso’s killing intent, Jinwongyeom covered his mouth with both hands.

Though Wicheonso said no more, he had also heard news that Chung-rin had gone out.

She had assigned other tasks to Hyeonjyo and left alone, taking only Sorang with her.

She was probably meeting with an ally to plan the next strategy.

He felt a strange sensation at the fact that she was moving together with someone else.

Just a few days ago, he had personally supervised her dawn training, yet now she was seeking assistance from others and moving together outside.

Wicheonso dry-washed his face to prevent his thoughts from multiplying.

Chung-rin, she was someone who would leave someday.

Since coming to Cheonsan, Wicheonso had never let anyone who entered his domain leave.

Perhaps Chung-rin might be the first such person. So he shouldn’t bind her.

For his own sake, who would be heartbroken after letting someone go, that would be better.

Soon his heart had settled like the wind of Taehaengsan.

Before returning to Cheongwolgung, he had something to do.

Before coming here, he had received contact from an informant who had been searching for his master Chung-rin’s whereabouts.

His master who had vanished like smoke.

The person someone had seen in that coffin might have been his master.

Thinking that way made his chest feel like it was swelling.

If he were to meet her, what would he say?

No, what would she say upon seeing him changed like this?

It was when he raised his head while indulging in somewhat hopeful imagination.

The gray wolf had come looking for him all the way here.

“Sorang.”

Sorang approached Wicheonso’s side and rubbed its forehead against his leg.

“What’s the matter?”

As if understanding Wicheonso’s words, Sorang raised its head. It meant for him to look at the message tube.

“I understand.”

Wicheonso stroked the side of Sorang’s neck and opened the message tube.

Inside was a letter from Chung-rin.

It was a concise but clear sentence without unnecessary words.

I’m thinking of making contact with the Second Prince.

Judging by how much the handwriting shook, it was clearly a letter written outside.

‘Second Prince Hwa Yumyeong is not an easy opponent.’

Chung-rin would probably try to approach the Second Prince through Hwaumgungju.

The Second Prince has a beautiful appearance and polite manners, so many overlook his true nature, but in reality he’s more cruel and cold-hearted than anyone.

The thought of that man approaching her made him feel unpleasant.

Wicheonso didn’t know what the identity of that emotion was.

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