Namgoong the Sword Ghost - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87. Sword Demon’s Fury
“Kha-ha!”
Ping—!
As Chu Eum swung the Four-Fortune Sword, the Red Snake infused with crimson Qi writhed in the air.
“Watch out!”
Swish!
Dan Ri Jeok quickly hurled a Flying Blade.
Clang!
Crash!
The Four-Fortune Sword, knocked off course by the Flying Blade, slammed into the ground beside where Ja Song had collapsed.
“Tsk!”
Boom-boom-boom!
Chu Eum clicked his tongue and slashed with the Four-Fortune Sword, sending the snake of Qi crawling across the floor toward Ja Song.
“Urggh!”
Using the opening Dan Ri Jeok had created, Ja Song quickly braced himself.
With his body lowered and sword angled across him, his form echoed the deep-rooted firmness of pine and cypress.
Pine and Cypress Firmness.
Crash! Screech!
“Cough!”
Yet when Chu Eum’s Qi struck it, Ja Song’s Qi Barrier shattered with sickening ease, and he spat blood as he flew backward, crashing into the wall.
Boom!
“Ja Song! Damn it!”
“Mind yourself!”
Rustle!
Chu Eum slithered forward like a serpent toward Dan Ri Jeok, swinging the Four-Fortune Sword in a vicious arc.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
The red snake then writhed violently, splitting into dozens of branches.
Red Snake Shadow.
“Hiss!”
Whoooom!
Clang-clang-clang!
Dan Ri Jeok gritted his teeth, layering his Qi Barrier over Flying Blades that he hurled without pause.
Tap-tap! Tap-tap-tap!
The Flying Blades collided with one another, their trajectories becoming utterly unpredictable.
Sparking as they flew past each other, the silver blades gleamed with a brilliance like light shattering darkness.
A technique of the Cut Heaven Flying Sword Technique: Hidden Light Breaks Darkness.
Boom-crash-light!
The red serpent’s shadow and the silver Flying Blades exploded with a thunderous roar.
To the eye, it seemed a solid defense—yet Dan Ri Jeok’s expression remained grim.
“Kha-ha! Over here!”
“Ah—!”
Chu Eum had already slid sideways, now thrusting a fist wreathed in crimson Qi forward.
But the Cut Heaven Flying Sword Technique was no mere concealment art—it was a true sword technique.
Swoosh!
Dan Ri Jeok delivered a fatal thrust, bright as a silver moon parting clouds.
Silver Moon Breaks Cloud.
Shiiing—!
“Hack!”
Yet victory belonged to Chu Eum.
Overcome by the force of his Qi, Dan Ri Jeok coughed blood.
Whoosh!
Chu Eum seized the opening without hesitation, withdrawing the Four-Fortune Sword and thrusting it forward like lightning.
Thud!
“Ugh—how—!”
A technique of Poison Snake Flash Lightning pierced through Dan Ri Jeok’s Protective Qi as easily as tofu, shredding his chest.
And that place bore the cross—a symbol of the Cross Heaven Sword Sect, embroidered in silver thread.
That is to say: his heart.
“Kha-ha! The Vice-Leader of the Cross Heaven Sword Sect? Seems rather pathetic to me!”
“—hack!”
“I have a cross mark on my cheek too! How about it? Will you take me as your leader?”
“……”
Chu Eum’s mockery left Dan Ri Jeok speechless.
The light drained from his eyes.
Crack!
Thud!
As Chu Eum retrieved the Four-Fortune Sword, Dan Ri Jeok’s corpse collapsed like a rotted log.
“Kehehehe! Next……!”
The moment Chu Eum’s gaze turned toward where Ja Song had flown.
“All units, defensive formation! Buy as much time as you can!”
“Dog-Striking Sealing Array, activate!”
Jegal Ahyeon barked her order to the Sealing Hammer Unit, and Cheol Mu Gu drew forth the Dog-Striking Staff with a shout.
Seeing this, Chu Eum’s smile twisted wickedly as he charged forward.
“Keheheh! That won’t do!”
Swish-swish-swish!
Jeong Ju was righteous sect territory.
Even a supreme master couldn’t face them all alone.
‘Besides, we’re at Yong Dam Ho Hyeol now. The mission’s done—all that’s left is to slip away fast.’
With that thought, Chu Eum’s gaze fixed on Jegal Ahyeon.
“Hehehehe, I’ll be taking this one as a prize!”
“Stop him!”
“Yah, yah-ah!”
“Wang! Wang! Wang!”
“Aigo, aigo.”
“The old vagrant marches on!”
At Cheol Mu Gu’s command, the beggars erupted in cacophony—shrieks and groans, ballads and wails—hurling themselves between Chu Eum and his quarry.
“Filthy rats aren’t worth the effort!”
Whoosh!
Crack-snap!
Yet even the Dog-Striking Sealing Array, for all its renown in the Gae Bang, was no match for a supreme master’s Qi.
Each time Chu Eum’s Four-Fortune Sword danced, the beggars’ bodies shredded in its wake.
“Krahaha!”
“Miss!”
As Chu Eum lunged at Jegal Ahyeon, the Sealing Hammer Unit leader Yang Deok Jo drew his blade and stepped into his path.
“Get out of my way!”
Boom-clash!
“Gaah!”
But when his blade met Chu Eum’s Qi Fist, Yang Deok Jo’s sword shattered along with his arm.
“Hrgh!”
Whoosh!
Seizing the opening Yang Deok Jo had bought with his sacrifice, Jegal Ahyeon deployed the Profound Circle Instant Body Technique at full power.
From her unsheathed blade, emerald light streaked forth like veins across fresh green leaves.
Slash!
Her sword flew like a meteor, tracing a flawless emerald line through the void.
This was one form of the Great Heaven Star Sword Technique’s Heaven Strong Flowing Star—honed over two years of unrelenting discipline.
Her genius talent, sharpened by gnawing desperation, drove the blade true into Chu Eum’s carotid artery.
Ding!
“Krgh!”
“Kehehehe, how amusing.”
But it was Jegal Ahyeon who had suffered the wound.
Without warning, Chu Eum’s entire body had erupted in crimson Protective Qi, undulating like a serpent’s tongue.
Before she could recover from the recoil, his hand came writhing through the air toward her.
“Eek!”
Boom!
Sensing mortal danger, Jegal Ahyeon instinctively stepped into the Heaven Mystery Confused Step.
True to its name—a peerless footwork as bewildering as the secrets of heaven—her form scattered into mist in an instant.
Yet Chu Eum rolled his eyes wildly, piercing through the illusion to lock onto her true position.
“There!”
“Ghak!”
Chu Eum’s iron grip closed around Jegal Ahyeon’s slender throat.
Snap!
At the same moment, Chu Eum drove his fingers into Jegal Ahyeon’s Giant Bone Point, draining her of all resistance.
“Khr-khr-khr, and the little one has already drawn out her sword intent. How delightful you’re becoming.”
“Ugh…!”
“Such a pretty child. Shall this old man share something amusing with you?”
Chu Eum gazed at Jegal Ahyeon, his smile weighted with meaning.
“Khr-khr, isn’t it curious? Even if one lost loved ones to the assassins’ raids, how many thoughtless fools would truly be reckless enough to orchestrate something like this?”
“Uh…”
Jegal Ahyeon’s brown eyes trembled faintly.
She had harbored such doubts herself, truth be told.
Mankind is a creature that worries more over what it stands to lose than what it might gain.
Even Cho Jin Gwang had little to gain through his brother’s vengeance—he had far more to lose.
Yet Jegal Ahyeon had convinced herself that had she lost Ho Yeon, she would have acted identically, perhaps even more ruthlessly.
‘Could it… have been something else?’
As Jegal Ahyeon’s delicate brow furrowed, Chu Eum’s foul breath brushed against her ear.
“Khr-khr! All of it—my supernatural ability. The power of Latent Suggestion.”
“…?!”
“Latent Suggestion continuously implants suggestions into the target’s subconscious, making them believe those thoughts are their own desires. A most wondrous art indeed.”
‘A mental-type supernatural ability!’
At his words, Jegal Ahyeon’s eyes went wide.
If he spoke truly, Latent Suggestion was an extraordinarily rare mental-type supernatural ability.
Jegal Ahyeon had always considered her own Simseogamhwa a mental-type ability in the broader sense, and she was struck with dread at the potential of this power called Latent Suggestion.
“Khr-ha-ha! Are you not thrilled? This old man shall invert every value within your subconscious.”
“Ugh, ugh…!”
“What you hold dear shall become worthless, and what you despised shall become precious to you.”
Jegal Ahyeon wanted nothing more than to bite her tongue, but the pressure point suppression made it impossible.
‘I would come to hate Ho Yeon? Never, never shall such a thing come to pass!’
Chu Eum watched Jegal Ahyeon fix him with a murderous glare, her killing intent searing, and licked his lips with his tongue.
“Such a fine specimen is rare indeed. I shall take my time with the suggestions, so as not to spoil you.”
“Ughhhhh…!”
“Khr-khr-khr! When you awaken, you shall be my first devoted maiden!”
Tap!
Chu Eum pressed the Sleep Point at the base of Jegal Ahyeon’s skull.
‘No… I can’t…’
She tried to cling to her fading consciousness, but an irresistible Sleep Demon crashed over her like a wave.
Through a vision growing steadily dimmer, her surroundings began to blur—reality and dream becoming indistinguishable.
“Everyone! The work is done. Take what you need to carry and we leave now, quickly…!”
It was the moment Chu Eum issued his command to the Black Assassins.
Boom! Crash!
With a thunderous roar, the roof of Wol Ha Roo shattered, and a magnificent silver beast descended in a deafening crash.
Crackle-crackle!
Ho Yeon’s white eyes, wreathed in lightning across his entire body, fell upon Jegal Ahyeon losing consciousness and the flatfish-eyed man’s grip at her throat.
“You…!”
Whoosh! Whoooosh!
The moment Ho Yeon witnessed the scene, he felt as though his Baihui Point had blazed beyond all measure and was about to explode.
Tremor-tremor-tremor!
Every object nearby shuddered in sympathy with his fury, and his vision flooded entirely red.
Whoosh!
Ho Yeon extended his Sword Finger Strike toward Chu Eum, his voice a snarl.
“Let her go!”
“Huh?!”
Snap!
Chu Eum’s hands opened of their own accord, his eyes bulging wide.
Whip!
Crash!
Ho Yeon’s Sword Finger Strike swept leftward, and Chu Eum was hurled like a rag doll in a giant’s fist, smashing through the wall and vanishing from sight.
Whoosh! Thud!
Ho Yeon caught Jegal Ahyeon as she fell.
Even as her eyes closed, she wore a faint smile.
“Ho… Yeon…”
“Ahyeon!”
Ho Yeon caught Jegal Ahyeon as she collapsed, pressing his fingers to her wrist to check her pulse.
‘…All right. She’s simply unconscious.’
She bore signs of internal injury, though not severe, and showed no trace of poison.
As he examined Jegal Ahyeon’s condition, Ho Yeon’s gaze fixed upon her neck.
“….”
Ugly purple handprints marred the pale, delicate skin of her throat.
The moment Ho Yeon’s eyes darkened, four presences rushed toward him.
“What—what is this?!”
“This is insane, we’re in the middle of Jeong Ju!”
“The Gae Bang? Who in the world is he fighting?”
“This defies all reason….”
Hye Il, Gwang Myeong, Un Am, and Nan Ah, who had been gathered at Ho Yeon’s lodging and followed him here, could not hide their shock at the chaos spread before them.
Clang! Clash!
Scrape! Thud!
Members of the Gae Bang and black-clad figures of unknown origin were locked in combat, and numerous corpses lay scattered across the ground.
“Ahyeon—I’m entrusting her to you.”
Ho Yeon placed Jegal Ahyeon, whom he had been cradling, into Nan Ah’s arms.
“Where is Master Namgung going?”
“After the flounder. You hold your ground until reinforcements arrive. I’ve sent word—the three elders of the main house should be bringing troops shortly.”
“Ho Yeon! We’re coming with you!”
“Right. That man lying there—he’s the Hyeongsan Sect’s superior swordmaster. If he’s been defeated….”
“You can’t face them alone!”
Just as Hye Il, Un Am, and Gwang Myeong moved to follow Ho Yeon—
Whoooosh—
Streams of killing intent began pouring from every fiber of Ho Yeon’s being.
“Ugh!”
“Hrngh!”
“Wh-what is this…!”
“….”
The later generation disciples of this peaceful era had never once in their lives felt the dense, suffocating killing intent of a true battlefield.
A thick, congealed stench of blood carved into bone and soul—something that would not fade even in the next life, or the one after.
From Ho Yeon emanated a ruthless resolve to utterly annihilate his enemies without exception.
Crash! Boom!
In Ho Yeon’s shadow, they witnessed a phantom vision: a demon with a thousand arms, raising a thousand swords, slowly rising to its feet.
“Here.”
Ho Yeon’s expression had gone rigid as wax. He swept his gaze across the four of them and planted his foot firmly.
Burst!
Ho Yeon vanished through the shattered wall, but the four remained motionless for a long moment.
They had just witnessed the true face of the Sword Demon—the one who had stood alone against all the realm three hundred years ago.

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