Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

 

A guest room with a panoramic view of Dongjeongho.

 

On the table lay an old book that Akmugyeol had handed over, spread open.

 

Under the dimly flickering lamplight, Namgung Cheon traced the red lines drawn on the map with his eyes.

 

The positions of reefs, the flow of currents, and even secretly hidden entry routes.

 

All that information rapidly accumulated in his mind.

 

And in the opposite corner, Mujin was slowly polishing his sword.

 

Each time he wiped the blade with a soft cloth, a cold silver gleam flashed.

 

Normally he would have been cracking jokes while tilting a wine cup, but today his expression looked serious to the point of solemnity.

 

Sring.

 

The sound of sheathing his sword broke the silence.

 

“Young Master.”

 

Mujin suddenly spoke up.

 

“Speak.”

 

“Will this really be alright?”

 

Mujin’s voice was heavier than usual.

 

“Are we two enough?”

 

It wasn’t empty words.

 

Their opponent was Gwimyeon-gye.

 

A place with an infamy incomparable to something like the Black Tiger Sect they had easily wiped out.

 

Above all, their stronghold was an isolated island in the middle of a lake.

 

Once they entered, they couldn’t retreat until they had cut down all their enemies.

 

To Mujin’s question, Namgung Cheon answered calmly without taking his eyes off the map.

 

“If the information is correct, it’s definitely manageable.”

 

Namgung Cheon pointed to a spot on the map with his finger.

 

“This is their only entry route. It looks like a steep cliff on the surface, but if you time it with when the currents stop, there’s a gap where you can dock a boat. And…”

 

Namgung Cheon explained the information he had heard from Akmugyeol to Mujin.

 

Gwimyeon-gye’s scale and even their internal structure.

 

His explanation was meticulous and flawless.

 

“At this rate, eliminating them won’t be too difficult. There’s only one Transcendent master, their leader.”

 

At Namgung Cheon’s confident words, Mujin’s expression relaxed a little.

 

He nodded in understanding.

 

“Hmm, if Young Master says so, I’m convinced. After all, Young Master isn’t one to move carelessly.”

 

Mujin rested his chin on his hand and looked at Namgung Cheon for a moment.

 

He understood it was doable.

 

There seemed to be a good chance of victory too.

 

But there was still one unresolved question.

 

“However…”

 

Mujin narrowed his eyes and asked.

 

“Why are you doing this? It’s strange for me to say this to someone from the Orthodox Faction, especially a young master of the Namgung Clan, but… it doesn’t seem to suit you to do this just for the children.”

 

Mujin knew.

 

That Namgung Cheon was definitely not someone who moved based solely on chivalry or sympathy.

 

Even the Jinquanpa he was cooperating with was strictly speaking part of the Heterodox Faction, and Akmugyeol he had met was even a leader of the Sable Alliance.

 

Practical benefit over the path of chivalry.

 

Wasn’t Namgung Cheon someone who followed reason over emotion?

 

“Hmm…”

 

Namgung Cheon folded the map and put it in his robes as he answered quietly.

 

“Because they likely have secrets of the Sable Alliance. Very damaging ones at that.”

 

His voice was calm.

 

“I definitely think there’s something they want to hide.”

 

And if he could get his hands on that hidden secret, it would become the most powerful card when he drew a bigger picture in the future.

 

“That’s just like you, Young Master. So thorough.”

 

Mujin nodded as if convinced.

 

A moment of silence passed.

 

Wind blowing in from the window tousled Namgung Cheon’s hair.

 

“And…”

 

Namgung Cheon added quietly.

 

Mujin’s gaze turned to him again.

 

“Saving the children is also the right thing to do.”

 

A matter-of-fact statement.

 

Mujin stared blankly at Namgung Cheon’s profile for a moment.

 

Though his face looked cold under the moonlight, his eyes somehow seemed warm.

 

‘He’s changed.’

 

He wasn’t the same man who had been filled with nothing but razor-sharp killing intent when they first met.

 

Little by little, but certainly, he was changing.

 

Mujin burst into a chuckle.

 

“You’ve changed, Young Master.”

 

* * *

 

Dongjeongho under pitch-black darkness.

 

A small ferry boat glided through the thick water mist where you couldn’t see an inch ahead.

 

Mujin, who had been rowing, stared into the fog with a hardened face.

 

A disgusting smell mixed in with the fishy water scent of the lake.

 

It was a familiar smell.

 

“…I smell blood.”

 

Namgung Cheon nodded lightly and checked the map Akmugyeol had given him from his robes.

 

The route he had drawn in his mind matched exactly with the terrain before his eyes.

 

Soon, black cliffs appeared beyond the pale fog.

 

And below such cliffs, a cave opening wide.

 

“Get ready.”

 

At Namgung Cheon’s brief command, Mujin put down the oar and gripped his sword hilt.

 

“What’s there to prepare? Just cut them down and be done with it.”

 

Swish—.

 

The boat slid into the narrow cave entrance carved below the cliff.

 

Inside the cave was an artificially carved dock.

 

Five guards stood at the torch-lit wharf.

 

Namgung Cheon’s eyes swept over them one by one.

 

‘All first-rate warriors.’

 

To station five first-rate masters as guards at a mere dock.

 

It showed Gwimyeon-gye’s strength while also proving they had much to hide here.

 

Then, perhaps sensing a presence, one guard slowly turned his head.

 

Tap.

 

With a light leap, Namgung Cheon’s form cut through midair.

 

Swish!

 

A black trajectory darker than darkness was drawn.

 

Thud.

 

The three guards at the front simultaneously grabbed their necks and collapsed.

 

A clean cut, too neat for them to even scream.

 

The remaining two hurriedly tried to draw their swords from their waists, but it was too late.

 

Swoosh-.

 

Mujin’s sword, following with a leap, sliced past their necks.

 

The entrance was cleared in an instant.

 

Five first-rate masters had been subdued without even properly using their hands once.

 

Namgung Cheon kicked the fallen corpses with his foot, shoving them into the water.

 

Splash.

 

Namgung Cheon moved his steps inward without even thinking to wipe the blood off Mukhon.

 

Mujin also silently followed behind him.

 

The deeper they went inside, the more complex the cave became.

 

Artificial structures could be seen everywhere, and the damp air stung their skin.

 

Thud. Thud.

 

Only the footsteps of the two men echoed through the quiet cave.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Mujin’s steps came to an abrupt halt.

 

His gaze fixed on something abandoned in the darkness at one corner of the passage.

 

“….”

 

It was a corpse.

 

Small in stature but mutilated beyond recognition.

 

And it wasn’t just one—there appeared to be at least ten of them.

 

Mujin’s fists clenched so tightly they turned white.

 

In contrast, Namgung Cheon glanced at the corpses indifferently.

 

But his eyes had sunk even colder.

 

“Young Master, we must hurry.”

 

Mujin’s voice trembled.

 

“Follow me closely.”

 

Namgung Cheon increased his speed.

 

His feet glided forward so quickly they seemed not to touch the ground.

 

The two men disappeared into the darkness again.

 

Their footsteps were even faster than before.

 

* * *

 

Tense silence filled the massive chamber.

 

Fifteen Black-Robed Assailants surrounding the stone altar placed in the center of the chamber watched the old man at the head seat.

 

Eventually, the old man’s lips slowly parted.

 

“Tomorrow at midnight. Don’t make any mistakes.”

 

At those words, the Scarred Man standing beside him quietly spoke up.

 

“However, Head of the Clan, the condition of the goods is not good. If something goes wrong during transport….”

 

“If something goes wrong, your life will pay for it.”

 

The Head of the Clan cut him off with a cold rebuke.

 

“This is a matter the Clan Leader is personally overseeing. He will not tolerate any problems.”

 

A deadly warning.

 

The man swallowed dry saliva and bowed his head.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Thud. Thud.

 

Strange footsteps could be heard from the darkness beyond the passage.

 

Very regular and unhesitating footsteps.

 

The Head of the Clan slowly raised his head and glared at the entrance.

 

If they weren’t those he had authorized, they shouldn’t be able to use this passage.

 

And those authorized individuals were already here.

 

Which meant.

 

“…Rats have crawled in.”

 

Eventually, two figures emerged through the darkness.

 

It was Namgung Cheon and Mujin.

 

Namgung Cheon entered the chamber and quickly assessed their strength.

 

‘Two peak masters, thirteen first-rate.’

 

The white-haired old man at the head seat and the scarred man guarding beside him were peak masters, while the rest were all first-rate masters.

 

This was essentially all of Gwimyeon-gye’s core fighting force gathered in one place.

 

Clang! Rattle.

 

At Namgung Cheon’s appearance, all the enemies simultaneously drew their weapons and moved.

 

They instantly surrounded Namgung Cheon and Mujin in a semicircle. It was a perfect formation that allowed no gaps.

 

At the same time, tremendous killing intent poured toward Namgung Cheon and Mujin.

 

But Namgung Cheon calmly pulled out a map from his chest as if he didn’t care at all.

 

He glanced over the map once and casually crumpled it up and put it back in his chest.

 

“The path shown on the map ends here.”

 

His voice was calm.

 

“Which means there’s no need to hide anymore.”

 

Wooong-.

 

Mukhon in Namgung Cheon’s hand let out a sword cry.

 

The black blade absorbed even the torchlight and emanated an ominous aura.

 

The Head of the Clan flicked one finger.

 

It was a signal.

 

Whoosh!

 

Three charged simultaneously.

 

Left, right, and front.

 

The sword strikes coming from different directions were precisely aimed at Namgung Cheon’s vital points.

 

The sword energy gathered on the blades was quite threatening.

 

But in Namgung Cheon’s eyes, all those movements looked slow.

 

Tap.

 

Namgung Cheon’s form became blurry.

 

His body pierced between the sword strikes.

 

Swish-!

 

Mukhon drew a black line through midair.

 

Swoosh.

 

The heads of the two in the lead simultaneously shot up into the air.

 

The remaining one widened his eyes and tried to thrust his sword again, but this time Mujin stepped forward.

 

“How dare you look away while facing me.”

 

Mujin drew his sword and leaped in.

 

Ash-colored sword energy exploded from his blade.

 

Kwaang!

 

Mujin’s sword strike shattered the opponent’s sword and deeply slashed his chest.

 

The vanguard collapsed in an instant.

 

Only then did the Head of the Clan’s eyes waver.

 

The opponent was a monster.

 

He instinctively realized there was no chance of victory at this rate.

 

The transcendent master, the Clan Leader, needed to come.

 

The Head of the Clan gave a look to a subordinate at the very back.

 

‘Report it.’

 

It was a silent order to inform the Clan Leader of the intruders’ presence.

 

One of the subordinates immediately turned around and sprinted at full speed toward the inner part of the cave.

 

Since his lightness skill was the most outstanding, he would surely be able to alert them of the intruders’ presence.

 

But naturally, Namgung Cheon had no intention of letting him go.

 

“Where do you think you’re going.”

 

Namgung Cheon’s eyes gleamed coldly.

 

He ignored the encirclement of enemies trying to block him and stepped forward with the True Step.

 

Thud!

 

At the same time, Namgung Cheon’s form shot forward like an arrow.

 

A speed that seemed to fold space itself.

 

Namgung Cheon, who had clearly been standing at the entrance, appeared behind the fleeing black-robed assailant in the blink of an eye.

 

Swish.

 

Mukhon swept past his neck.

 

Since he had been running, the headless body took a few more steps before collapsing with a thud.

 

Roll, roll.

 

The severed head rolled across the floor and stopped at the vice-leader’s feet.

 

Namgung Cheon indifferently turned his gaze to survey the branching paths that led in all directions from the chamber.

 

It was a structure where one couldn’t tell which path was real or what lay at their ends.

 

But the black-robed assailant he had just cut down had run toward this path without hesitation.

 

In that case.

 

“He must have been going to alert the leader.”

 

A cold smile crossed his lips.

 

“And this way must lead to Guimenguan, where your leader resides.”

 

“…!”

 

The vice-leader’s face was colored with shock.

 

And immediately he burst into a roar.

 

“Block him! Kill him at all costs!”

 

At his roar, the black-robed assailants charged forward all at once.

 

Poisoned hidden weapons poured down, and sword strikes aimed at blind spots rained like hail.

 

It was an attack that disregarded their own lives.

 

But Namgung Cheon blocked all those attacks while cutting down his enemies.

 

Cheoncheon Mangsang Style.

 

His sword sometimes flowed softly like clouds to deflect enemy attacks, and sometimes pierced enemy hearts as intensely as lightning.

 

Swish. Thud.

 

Corpses gradually piled up in front of Namgung Cheon.

 

The stench of blood filled the air, and scattered blood stained the floor red.

 

“Hup!”

 

Mujin also swung his sword without rest.

 

Annihilation.

 

Wherever his sword touched, enemies’ necks disappeared.

 

His anger over the small corpses he had seen earlier was carried on his sword tip, making it dance even more fiercely.

 

Before long, only the vice-leader and one person standing beside him remained.

 

The vice-leader gripped his sword with trembling hands.

 

Thirteen corpses lay scattered across the floor.

 

It was a massacre that had occurred in less than half an hour.

 

“You, you bastards are exactly….”

 

The vice-leader muttered while backing away.

 

Fear.

 

It was the first emotion he had ever felt, despite having lived his entire life as a murderer.

 

Namgung Cheon shook Mukhon toward the floor.

 

Drip, drip.

 

The blood on the blade fell like raindrops.

 

“You don’t need to know.”

 

Namgung Cheon’s form disappeared.

 

And then.

 

“You’re going to die anyway.”

 

A voice came from behind the vice-leader.

 

“!”

 

The subordinate standing beside the vice-leader tried to raise his sword to block, but Mukhon’s sword energy split both his sword and body in half simultaneously.

 

And with that same momentum, it headed toward the vice-leader’s neck.

 

Swish.

 

The vice-leader’s head flew through midair.

 

Silence.

 

The chaotic chamber instantly became quiet.

 

All that remained were the blood soaking the floor, the scattered corpses, and only Namgung Cheon and Mujin.

 

“Whew….”

 

Mujin approached while breathing heavily. His clothes were also completely soaked with red blood.

 

Namgung Cheon’s gaze turned toward the passage the black-robed assailant had tried to run down earlier.

 

‘There’s no need to look at the map anymore. I already know the way.’

 

The target was singular anyway.

 

The red dot marked at the very end of the map, at the deepest part of the island.

 

‘Guimenguan.’

 

And the leader of Gwimyeon-gye who would be there.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

Namgung Cheon, gripping Mukhon, moved his steps toward the passage leading into the darkness.

 

“To end this evil.”

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