Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

Crackle.

A dry sound similar to that of dry straw burning in fire.

“…?”

Mujin doubted his own eyes.

The Silhonin who had just been aiming for his throat with a blue poison-coated dagger had vanished like a lie.

And then.

Whoosh.

Black ash scattered in the air.

Mujin turned his head toward the owner of the hand, Namgung Cheon.

Namgung Cheon was breathing heavily with a pale, ashen face.

And from his outstretched right hand, a transparent energy was rising like a heat haze.

“Young Master… what is this….”

At that moment, rough breath escaped from Namgung Cheon’s mouth.

“Huff….”

Extreme exhaustion that made his legs tremble.

Namgung Cheon’s eyes shook violently.

‘I didn’t know it would be this difficult….’

Using Meorhon was on a completely different level from consuming internal energy.

This was the act of shaving away one’s mental strength to control the essence of demonic power.

Using Meorhon without having learned Cheonma Sinkong was a gamble no different from grasping flames with bare hands, but the effect was certain.

‘It works.’

Namgung Cheon was convinced as he watched the scattering ash.

The demonic energy spread throughout this place feeds on martial artists’ internal energy and goes berserk.

The moment one uses internal energy, it becomes poison that enters through the blood vessels and takes control of the dantian.

However, Meorhon was a power closer to demonic energy than internal energy.

Therefore, it wasn’t invaded by the demonic energy of this place, and could instead devour that demonic energy to eliminate enemies.

“Young Master, what you just used… that wasn’t internal energy, was it?”

Mujin asked with a trembling voice.

Even to his eyes as a supreme master, the phenomenon just now was beyond comprehension.

An alien power that defied the principles of martial arts.

“There’s no time to explain.”

Instead of answering, Namgung Cheon readjusted his grip on Mukhon.

His gaze was already fixed on the approaching Silhonin.

“Kraaaak!”

Despite seeing their comrade turn to ash and disappear in an instant, the Silhonin charged even more aggressively.

Dozens of red eyes glittered in the darkness.

“Damn, there’s no end to them!”

Mujin gritted his teeth and raised his sword, but without being able to use internal energy, his sword felt heavy.

“I’ll deal with the Dang Clan warriors first. The rest shouldn’t be difficult.”

Namgung Cheon stepped forward.

“Understood!”

Mujin grasped Namgung Cheon’s intention and nodded.

Namgung Cheon’s gaze fixed on the five Dang Clan warrior Silhonin mixed among them.

‘Five times.’

Namgung Cheon gauged his limits.

With his current mental strength, exactly five times was his limit.

Whoosh!

Namgung Cheon’s form kicked off the ground.

And then.

Crackle.

The closest Dang Clan Silhonin turned to ash and disappeared.

‘Faster!’

Tap.

Namgung Cheon immediately launched his body toward another target.

Crackle. Crackle.

Strange sounds erupted in succession.

Each time, the green uniforms of the Dang Clan turned to ash one by one.

In the blink of an eye, all five Dang Clan Silhonin had disappeared.

“Huff, huff….”

Namgung Cheon leaned his back against the wall, breathing heavily.

Cold sweat was pouring down his forehead like rain, and his face was deathly pale.

This was the price of using Meorhon intensively in a short time.

But thanks to that.

“Leave the rest to me!”

Mujin charged at the remaining Silhonin.

With no more threatening enemies, his hands had nothing to fear.

Thwack! Crack!

Mujin’s scabbard and kicks struck without pause.

He broke and twisted all the joints in the Silhonin’s arms and legs.

Though they couldn’t feel pain, once deprived of their means of movement, they could no longer pose a threat.

“Kraaaa….”

The Silhonin with twisted limbs crawled on the ground, letting out bizarre moans.

“Let’s go, Young Master.”

Mujin approached Namgung Cheon while catching his breath.

Namgung Cheon silently nodded, and the two resumed walking toward the deeper parts of the village.

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The deeper they went into the village, the worse the stench became.

The smell of rotting blood and flesh mixed with the ominous demonic energy enveloping the atmosphere made even breathing an ordeal.

“Huff, huff….”

Mujin approached Namgung Cheon while breathing heavily.

“What do we do now? In this vast village, where on earth should we look….”

As he said, Nakwachin Village was larger than expected, and with every house in ruins, it was impossible to even guess where the medical sage might be.

“Follow me.”

However, Namgung Cheon had already decided on a direction.

A faint herbal scent brushing past his nose.

Following this would be the way.

“This way.”

Namgung Cheon pointed in one direction and took the lead.

The two carefully advanced along the ruined village paths.

Every time they turned a corner, Silhonin would suddenly pop out.

Each time, Mujin took the lead and broke their limbs.

Several more battles followed.

Hand-to-hand combat without being able to use internal energy quickly wore down both men’s stamina.

“Damn, at this rate we’ll be exhausted first.”

Mujin grumbled.

Then, Namgung Cheon’s steps stopped in front of a house.

Unlike the other houses in the village, this was the only one with its door firmly shut and even its windows boarded up with planks.

From inside, very faint but distinct signs of human presence could be felt.

And even the strong scent of medicinal herbs.

It was certain that Uiseon was there.

“…Here.”

Namgung Cheon whispered quietly.

The two men carefully approached the house.

Namgung Cheon pressed his ear to the door.

From inside came faint groaning sounds along with someone grinding medicinal herbs.

Knock knock.

Namgung Cheon lightly tapped on the door.

The sounds inside stopped abruptly.

A tense silence flowed.

Mujin couldn’t hold back and opened his mouth.

“Elder! It’s Mujin! Are you inside by any chance?”

Then a voice came from inside.

“Mujin?”

It was a young man’s voice.

It seemed to be Uiseon’s disciple.

Creak.

The door opened with the sound of a latch being undone.

What appeared was a young man with a haggard face.

“Come in. Quickly.”

As the two men entered, the disciple hurriedly locked the door again.

Inside the house was a different world from outside.

All kinds of medicinal herbs, bandages, and bloodstained cloths were scattered about, and in one corner several villagers lay groaning.

They were survivors who had not yet turned into Silhonin.

And in the center of them, an old man was taking a patient’s pulse.

“Elder!”

Mujin ran over and knelt before the old man, Jukrim Uiseon.

Uiseon lifted his head with difficulty, his face pale.

Uiseon’s bloodshot eyes turned toward Mujin.

“Mujin… How are you here…”

“That’s not the problem. You must leave here immediately!”

“No… I can’t leave these people behind… Cough!”

Uiseon coughed up dark red blood.

Namgung Cheon approached and examined his condition.

It was more serious than expected.

The demonic energy had already penetrated near his heart.

“At this rate, three days at most.”

At Namgung Cheon’s cold diagnosis, Mujin’s face turned ashen.

“Is there no way?”

“Not here. We must at least find the Dang Clan.”

At Namgung Cheon’s words, Uiseon nodded his head with difficulty.

“That’s right… This is a mixture of poison and demonic energy. Only with the Dang Clan’s help can we resolve…”

Before his words could even finish.

“They’re swarming this way!”

The disciple who had been watching outside through a window crack shouted with his face turned white.

Following his words, everyone gathered at the window.

Mujin, looking outside the window, muttered quietly.

“…It looks like the villagers are having a group run.”

As he said, what appeared to be easily over dozens of Silhonin were rushing toward the house.

At this rate, the Silhonin would smash through doors and everything else to come bursting in.

“Damn it!”

Mujin spat a curse and gripped his sword.

“We must escape quickly!”

Namgung Cheon made his decision.

“Mujin, carry Uiseon on your back. Disciples, support the remaining patients. I’ll open a path.”

“Young Master, alone against all those…!”

“There’s no time. Move.”

As soon as Namgung Cheon finished speaking, he kicked open the door and went out.

In his hand was Mukhon.

He no longer had the strength to use Meorhon.

He had to break through this hell with only pure physical strength and swordsmanship.

“Run!”

With Namgung Cheon’s shout, everyone plunged into the wave of Silhonin.

* * *

Mandu Hall of the Sichuan Dang Clan.

A middle-aged man sat on the massive Taesaui chair placed at the head seat.

Though he said nothing and made no movements, the warriors in the great hall felt a chill as if a giant venomous snake was targeting their necks.

Because that ordinary-looking man was none other than one of the Twenty-Eight Stars of Tianxia and the head of the Sichuan Dang Clan, the Poison Emperor Dangpaecheon.

Eventually, breaking the suffocating silence, Dangpaecheon’s voice rang out low.

“Report.”

Dangho, the Poison Shadow Hall Master who had been standing alone in the center of the great hall, opened his tightly closed lips.

“Six villages near Chengdu. All have been completely sealed off. And so far… no one has come out alive.”

“Huh…”

Sounds of sharp intakes of breath burst out from among the elders.

Dangho immediately continued speaking.

“And regarding the infected, they lost their reason and showed destructive tendencies with red eyes. Looking for similar symptoms… they resemble the Silhonin that the Demonic Sect has spoken of since ancient times.”

“Demonic Sect!”

At the mention of the Demonic Sect, one elder couldn’t contain himself and shouted as if screaming.

However, when Dangpaecheon’s opened eyes turned toward him, the elder covered his mouth and hurriedly bowed his head.

Dangpaecheon turned his gaze to Dangho and opened his mouth.

“Continue.”

“The bigger problem is… the traces.”

“Traces?”

“The area around Chengdu is monitored by the eyes and ears of Poison Shadow Hall watching everything. There are also countless Gae Sect members there as well. Yet during such a great disaster, we failed to detect any warning signs or suspicious movements.”

The great hall stirred.

To mock the Dang Clan’s intelligence network and carry out such deeds right under Chengdu’s nose.

It was impossible.

Cutting through the assembly’s agitation, Dangpaecheon’s dry question flew out.

“Then, what happened to the advance team.”

Dangho’s shoulders visibly sagged.

“No one… returned alive.”

“…”

Suffocating silence pressed down on the great hall.

“All six villages were the same. We could not clearly determine the reason.”

Everyone’s faces turned ashen.

“But in the midst of all this….”

As Dangho trailed off, Dangpaecheon spoke up.

“The government must be starting to bark.”

“Yes, the Sacheon Inspector is furious and demanding an accurate report. He’s calling it a great disaster with hundreds of innocent civilians sacrificed, saying he has no choice but to report this to the central court if things continue like this.”

“He means to send an inspector general.”

Inspector general.

A central official dispatched for the purpose of inspection, and the arrival of an inspector general meant.

“Yes, Head of the Clan. If that happens, the Sichuan martial world will be greatly suppressed.”

It meant everything in Sichuan would fall under thorough government control.

The air in the great hall became cold as ice.

In Sichuan, besides the Dang Clan, there were also Cheongsengpa and Emei Sect from the Nine Sects.

But under the pretext of being Taoist and Buddhist sects, they wouldn’t face major restrictions on their activities.

“In the end, we who were directly responsible for this Chengdu will suffer the greatest blow.”

Dangpaecheon fell into deep thought, resting his chin on his hand.

‘Did the culprit plan for even this?’

It was a complex problem that required considering not only solving the case but also the Dang Clan’s political position.

Just where was the mastermind who planned all of this?

At that moment.

“Urgent report to submit.”

A voice was heard from outside the great hall.

“Enter.”

With Dangpaecheon’s permission, a Poison Shadow Hall member entered and prostrated himself before speaking.

“A survivor has emerged from Nakwachin Village. The third young master of the Namgung Clan, Namgung Cheon….”

After catching his breath for a moment, he delivered his final words.

“He has come out leading Jukrim Uiseon and six survivors.”

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