Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119

Namgung Clan, Gajujeon.

After the elders had vented their anger and withdrawn, a heavy silence settled over the pavilion.

Jegal Hwa quietly gazed down at the message placed on the table.

Her face was calm, but.

‘How dare they…’

Deep anger rippled in the depths of her eyes.

They had sent filthy assassins after a direct descendant of the Namgung Clan.

And not just anyone else, but Namgung Cheon, my son.

The intellect and patience she had cultivated her entire life threatened to crumble helplessly before the massive wave of maternal love.

An impulse arose to immediately rush to Honam and wipe out the very seeds of the Sable Alliance.

Her fingertips trembled from that fierce impulse.

Nevertheless, she forcibly grasped onto reason and slowly read through the words written in the message again.

Eventually, her gaze stopped at the end of the message.

—I want to see Father.

This crude and short sentence gradually calmed her boiling anger.

‘There must be a reason he said this.’

Jegal Hwa took a deep breath.

As she expelled the rage lodged deep in her lungs, her trembling fingertips stopped.

She repeated the sentence again as if chewing and swallowing it.

‘I want to see Father…’

He was a son who never said unnecessary things.

Moreover, Cheon-i had already slain the Sayeongdaeju and had become strong enough to annihilate the infamous Sayeongdae.

A child who had grown bold enough to decide on going to Honam alone would never seek his father out of fear.

Jegal Hwa’s eyes, which had been lost in thought for a moment, turned coldly calm.

‘Are they targeting the Jeongsa-daejeon?’

Samu Ryun.

That cunning military strategist would have wanted the massive mountain called the Namgung Clan to move.

The moment the entire clan entered full-scale war, this would become the starting point of the Jeongsa-daejeon.

In that chaos, they would have tried to seize something.

And my son, Namgung Cheon.

‘He read through that scheme.’

Furthermore, instead of giving those who tried to kill him the prey they wanted, he presented the simplest and clearest answer.

That answer was.

“…”

Jegal Hwa slowly raised her head and looked to the side.

At the head seat of Gajujeon, a man buried deep in the Taesaui with his eyes closed, Namgung Mugang.

From his entire body, energy that hadn’t been properly contained was rising like heat haze.

However, one called the Geomhwang couldn’t possibly fail to control a mere bit of energy.

Therefore, Jegal Hwa could clearly tell.

That the greatest swordsman under heaven was currently angry.

And violently so, to the point of overflowing.

It was a sight that even Jegal Hwa, who had crossed countless lines of life and death with him throughout her life, had never seen even once.

In an atmosphere where even breathing was difficult, Jegal Hwa quietly spoke.

“…Have you read it?”

At that question, Namgung Mugang slowly opened his eyes.

Eyes deep as the ocean slowly turned toward the message on the table.

“I have read it.”

“Cheon-i has made quite a clever move.”

Jegal Hwa lifted her teacup.

The tea water formed a calm surface.

“Samu Ryun would have expected the massive wave called Namgung to surge, but…”

She trailed off and looked at Namgung Mugang.

“What Cheon-i actually wanted was his father’s anger.”

At Jegal Hwa’s words, Namgung Mugang’s energy that had been rising like heat haze was perfectly contained.

Soon, a faint smile appeared at the corners of Namgung Mugang’s mouth.

“He’s grown quite a bit. Even thinking to use his father as a chess piece.”

“Do you dislike it?”

“How could I?”

Namgung Mugang slowly rose from his seat.

Wooooong—.

Just from him rising, the pillars of Gajujeon resonated as if screaming.

An overwhelming sense of pressure as if a great mountain was moving.

“I should go, shouldn’t I? When my son says he wants to see his father.”

His voice was calm.

“I shall return.”

Bodyguards, military forces, attendants, and such.

Instead of all those things, only one thing.

Namgung Mugang took a step forward, carrying only the single sword he had kept by his side.

“Please return safely.”

Jegal Hwa’s voice echoed throughout the pavilion.

“While you are away, I will protect the clan.”

Though she spoke of no grand strategy or specific measures.

Namgung Mugang’s steps slowed slightly and his head nodded once.

As his figure disappeared beyond the door, Jegal Hwa set down the teacup she had been holding.

Clack.

A clear cracking sound filled the pavilion.

At the same time, her eyes turned coldly sharp.

And she slowly rose from her seat and commanded toward the door.

“Summon all the elders, pavilion masters, and leaders of the Cheonggung Four Swords.”

At her command, the warriors waiting outside the pavilion responded in unison.

Now Hefei, and furthermore all of Anhui, would be controlled under Namgung’s hand.

Inside and outside.

Namgung Mugang and Jegal Hwa.

The two spouses turned their backs to each other and faced their respective battlefields.

For only one person.

For their son.

* * *

Swoosh—.

Another head flew through midair.

Fresh blood spurting from the severed surface stained the gray pebbles of the riverbank red.

“Whew.”

Namgung Cheon let out a short breath and readjusted his grip on his sword.

Northeast of Gwiju, the path following the flow of the Yuanjiang River.

Since it was the fastest route to Changsha, Hunan where the Sable Alliance headquarters was located, Namgung Cheon had chosen this path.

However.

Rustle rustle rustle—.

The sound of reeds being crushed along the riverbank continued without end.

In Namgung Cheon’s field of vision, over forty corpses were already scattered about, but the eyes glinting in the darkness showed no signs of diminishing.

‘How tiresome.’

The meridians trained by the Righteous Heaven Reverse Muscle Method endured without bursting even in the midst of intense attrition warfare.

But mental fatigue and physical fatigue were separate matters.

The emotions born from cutting down so many people kept making his mind weary.

Even so, he cut and cut again.

After all, if he didn’t kill them properly, they would just attack again.

“Kill him!”

Someone shouted from the darkness.

Using that sound as a signal, over ten warriors charged simultaneously.

Spears, sabers, and swords tangled together, pressing in on Namgung Cheon from all directions.

Namgung Cheon swung Mukhon without even looking.

Sword energy imbued with the profound principles of Cheoncheon Myriad Forms Style cut through all the incoming weapons at once.

Clang clang clang!

The moment the metal fragments were split in two, Namgung Cheon stepped forward with true footwork.

Bang!

The pebbles on the ground exploded upward.

Using that recoil to penetrate among the enemies, Namgung Cheon’s Mukhon swept horizontally.

Slash!

A clear sound of flesh being torn.

The waists of the three standing in front were completely severed.

Before their upper bodies could even fall to the ground, Namgung Cheon had already moved toward his next target.

Whoosh!

A long spear flew toward his back.

Namgung Cheon tilted his head to avoid the spearhead, then caught the shaft with his left hand.

When he pulled it toward him, the warrior holding the spear came along with a bewildered expression.

Namgung Cheon infused his left hand holding the spear with internal energy and pushed it straight back.

Thud! Crack!

The rear end of the spear shaft smashed the forehead of an enemy following behind.

Slaughter without waste.

Namgung Cheon’s movements were ruthlessly efficient.

However, the enemies did not cease.

‘In the end, the reason these people attack so fiercely must be because Samu Ryun instigated them.’

He must have spread sweet words throughout this entire land of Gwiju that bringing back just one head would earn them a seat in the Sable Alliance or let them enjoy wealth and glory they could never touch in their lifetime.

Because of that, to them he appeared as both a target to be captured and an opportunity to be seized.

‘I must tear him to shreds without fail.’

Strength flowed into the hand gripping Mukhon.

Tap.

With a light leap, blue sword energy shot toward the enemies.

Bang!

With an explosive sound, the enemies were bisected.

Another group of enemies disappeared just like that.

Even after that, Namgung Cheon continued cutting down countless enemies as he advanced toward Honam following the current of the Yuanjiang.

How long had he been running like that?

It was around dawn when the pitch-black sky gradually turned purple and daybreak was about to come.

Stop.

Namgung Cheon’s steps halted.

It was because of the Black-Robed Assailants who appeared through the thick fog beyond the riverside reed forest.

The Black-Robed Assailants had stopped at a distance of barely one zhang from Namgung Cheon.

Clatter clatter.

Behind them, another group of Heukdo members rushing urgently caught Namgung Cheon’s eye.

“….”

Namgung Cheon’s eyes narrowed.

The Black-Robed Assailants were fundamentally different from the rabble he had faced so far.

‘There are even transcendent masters… their overall level is high.’

Moreover, there were even the Heukdo groups behind them.

With fatigue accumulated now, facing this many enemies simultaneously was by no means a light matter.

“….”

A silence like a tautly drawn bowstring flowed.

Namgung Cheon gripped Mukhon tighter and slowly drew up the energy from his dantian.

But at that moment.

Swoooosh—.

The current of the Yuanjiang became a bit rougher.

Whoooosh!

The waves began to rise greatly.

“…?”

The enemies confronting Namgung Cheon also seemed to sense something strange, as they glanced toward the river.

And then.

Swooooosh!

Finally, a black shadow appeared on the river, piercing through the fog.

Namgung Cheon furrowed his brow.

‘Ships?’

Not just one, but a fleet of as many as seven vessels.

This upper reach of the Yuanjiang was a waterway full of reefs.

Logically, there was no way such ships could enter this far.

But the seven ships mocked common sense as they rode the waterway, avoiding rocks, and stopped at the riverbank in an instant.

The prows of the ships swallowed the river water on both sides, bringing massive waves.

Whoooosh—!

The displaced river water swept over the surrounding Black-Robed Assailants all at once.

“What bastard is this!”

The Black-Robed Assailants, flustered by the sudden deluge, aimed their weapons toward the river.

Then a man standing on the ship’s deck burst into hearty laughter.

“Hahaha! Young Master, here you are!”

A booming voice that shook the air.

The scars carved on the man’s face gleamed under the dim dawn light.

Thump!

The man kicked off the deck and launched his body.

In his hands was a heavy curved blade as thick as a person’s torso.

Tap.

The man landed lightly between Namgung Cheon and the Black-Robed Assailants.

His massive back, standing with his back turned, filled Namgung Cheon’s entire field of vision.

Seeing the man, puzzlement flashed in Namgung Cheon’s eyes.

“I never asked to meet.”

At Namgung Cheon’s question, the man only turned his head slightly and grinned, showing his teeth.

“Didn’t I tell you before?”

As soon as the words ended, the curved blade moved.

Whoosh—!

A simple but heavy strike.

Dark red blade energy that burst from the curved blade instantly severed the neck of the nearest Black-Robed Assailant.

Pshwak!

The spurting blood stained the man’s face red.

Janggang Gyoryong Jang Gwang.

Without even wiping away the hot blood that had splattered on his face, he spoke to Namgung Cheon.

“I’ll buy you a grand drink.”

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