Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

After his meeting with the Wandering King, Namgung Cheon returned straight to Xining.

Walking through the center of Xining, his steps stopped in front of a certain pavilion.

Namgung Cheon gazed for a moment at the massive green flag fluttering in the wind, then slowly raised his eyes to look at the signboard.

[Sichuan Tang Clan ]

It was the Cheonghae Branch of the Dang Clan.

As Namgung Cheon quietly stared at the signboard, the guards at the entrance approached him.

“What business brings you here?”

At their question, Namgung Cheon shifted his gaze from the signboard and pulled out a jade token from his robes, extending it toward them.

“Please guide me to the Branch Manager.”

The guards’ eyes widened as they confirmed the jade token emitting a green radiance.

They stepped aside and bowed deeply at the waist.

“We will escort you inside.”

The place he was guided to was a reception room located deep within the pavilion.

Though not lavish, it was furnished with elegant pieces, and a subtle tea fragrance lingered in the air.

After a short while, the door opened and a middle-aged man with sharp features entered.

It was Dangtchui , the Xining Branch Manager of the Dang Clan.

“I apologize for keeping you waiting. I am Dangtchui, the Xining Branch Manager.”

As Dangtchui performed a respectful cupped-fist salute, Namgung Cheon also rose from his seat and returned the courtesy.

“I am Namgung Cheon. Thank you for making time despite your busy schedule.”

“Not at all. You are the Third Young Master of Namgung, and someone personally entrusted to us by the Military Strategist of The League. How could I treat you carelessly?”

Dangtchui offered him a seat while observing Namgung Cheon.

Though their martial arts might differ, he had reached the peak realm.

However, despite being right in front of him, Dangtchui could not sense any aura from Namgung Cheon whatsoever.

As if he had never learned martial arts at all.

Having heard stories about Namgung’s disgrace, the Third Young Master, he had thought it was just common Gangho rumors when he heard news of him reaching the transcendent realm.

‘So it was true…’

Moreover, those eyes and expression that showed not a trace of emotion.

His chest naturally felt chilled.

Dangtchui swallowed dryly and asked quietly.

“What business brings you here…”

At Dangtchui’s question, Namgung Cheon pulled out a letter he had prepared in advance from his robes and placed it on the table.

“This is a message that needs to be sent to The League. Please handle it as urgent.”

Dangtchui picked up the letter.

An unsealed letter.

It was tacit permission that he could check the contents.

He carefully unfolded the letter.

And the moment he read the first sentence, his hands began to tremble slightly.

“Is, is this… true?”

Dangtchui asked as if he couldn’t believe it.

Namgung Cheon nodded calmly.

“It is a fact I confirmed personally.”

“…”

Dangtchui swallowed dryly.

If this content was true, it would turn the entire Gangho upside down.

And those who would have to bear the repercussions…

‘Could be the Dang Clan that delivers this letter.’

However, this was someone vouched for by Jegal Hyeon, the Military Strategist of The League.

Moreover, with his status as a young master of the Namgung Clan.

There was no way he would report falsehoods.

“Understood. I will send it to The League.”

Dangtchui folded the letter as if he had made up his mind.

“I will dispatch the fastest messenger bird. And…”

He hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“Just in case, I will also send it simultaneously by land route through nearby Dang Clan branches. To prepare for any unforeseen circumstances.”

“Thank you.”

Namgung Cheon replied briefly.

With this, the task of informing The League was complete.

However, there was still one more thing remaining.

Namgung Cheon pulled out another piece of paper and extended it.

“And this… I would like you to spread this through the Gae Sect here.”

“The Gae Sect… you say?”

Dangtchui received the paper with a puzzled expression.

The content written there was even more concise and provocative than what was being sent to The League.

Dangtchui’s eyes widened.

“You want me to… spread this among the public?”

“Yes.”

Dangtchui stared blankly at Namgung Cheon.

This young master was now trying to wield both the public blade called the Murim Alliance and the private blade called rumors simultaneously.

A calculation to strangle Kunlun from above and below at the same time, giving them no chance to respond.

It was a thoroughly calculated and ruthlessly cold move.

“…Understood. I will handle it accordingly.”

Dangtchui asked no more questions.

He simply intuited that moving according to this young master’s will was the best course of action.

“Thank you.”

When Namgung Cheon expressed his gratitude, Dangtchui waved his hands dismissively.

“Not at all. There was the Military Strategist’s request, and more than anything…”

His eyes became serious.

“The Main House has also been planning to officially express its opinion about Kunlun’s recent atrocities. Moreover, if this matter is true, we would have even more to say. It is naturally something we should do.”

Namgung Cheon nodded.

“Then I will leave it to you.”

Namgung Cheon rose from his seat.

Dangtchui bowed deeply to see him off.

“Please take care.”

Having left the pavilion, Namgung Cheon looked up at the sky.

Above the blue sky, a white messenger bird was soaring powerfully upward.

As if heralding the massive storm that wingbeat would bring.

A faint smile crossed Namgung Cheon’s lips.

‘Now Kunlun’s fate is decided.’

There was only one thing they could choose.

Whether to collapse on their own, or be collapsed by the world.

‘Either way, the result will be the same.’

Therefore, they would try to cover it up in some way.

‘However, it won’t be easy.’

The opponent they found most troublesome was there – a wolf that distinguished neither orthodox nor unorthodox.

* * *

Deep night in the Kunlun Mountains, Bingwhagak (Ice Flower Pavilion).

Outside the window, a fierce blizzard was raging, but the air inside the pavilion was frozen even colder than that.

In the tense silence, two old men faced each other.

They were Baekheun, the sect leader of the Kunlun Sect, and Baekheung, the Grand Elder.

“…The energy has disappeared.”

Baekheun quietly spoke as he set down his teacup.

“That ominous energy that was definitely shaking the entire mountain just moments ago has been cut off like a lie. What on earth happened?”

Baekheung couldn’t hide his anxious expression as he paced back and forth.

“It must be a temporary lull. It’s just that the energy inside was expelled when Bigo was opened. The Gold Insect Sect bastards will soon get it under control and retrieve the item.”

“Get it under control?”

Baekheun let out a hollow laugh.

“That was the energy of extreme evil among all demonic forces. What was in that Bigo from the beginning wasn’t some secret manual, but a disaster. Getting such a disaster under control. Do you think that’s possible?”

Baekheun had opposed this matter from the start.

Both joining hands with the Gold Insect Sect and opening the Demonic Sect’s Bigo went against the principles of the Nine Sects.

But his junior brother Baekheung had strongly insisted.

―If you just turn a blind eye this once, Kunlun can rise to the head of the Nine Sects again. This is the only chance to revive the declining Kunlun.

Swayed by those words, he had tacitly approved, but the only result that came back was this ominous feeling.

That’s when it happened.

“This is terrible!”

An urgent voice was heard from outside the door.

Baekheun’s eyes trembled thinly with anxiety.

“…Come in.”

At those words, the disciple who opened the door and entered had a face pale white with terror.

The disciple continued speaking with trembling lips.

“Not only the disciples who were at the cave, but even all the workers were found as corpses with their necks twisted. Moreover, the Gold Insect Sect leader has also vanished without a trace!”

Baekheung’s eyes filled with shock.

“What! Then what about Bigo? Wasn’t Bigo opened?”

The disciple continued trembling as he spoke.

“There was nothing… Only something like ash powder remained, and truly nothing else was left.”

The strength left Baekheung’s hands.

“This can’t be…”

It was a failure.

A miserable failure at that.

The Gold Insect Sect had disappeared, and forget about the lost martial arts, they couldn’t even salvage a speck of dust.

Baekheung muttered with a dazed expression.

“It’s over… Everything is over…”

Baekheun, who had been looking down at him coldly, suddenly spoke.

“It’s not over yet.”

“…Pardon?”

“We need to clean up the aftermath. For now, the only one who came up to this area was the Wandering King’s disciple, wasn’t it? We sent Yang Jin to silence him, so news should come soon.”

At those words, Baekheung nodded.

And at that moment.

Knock knock.

The sound of someone knocking on the door came from outside.

“Come in.”

With Baekheun’s permission, the door opened, and the person who appeared was Yang Jin, whom they had just mentioned.

“Did you handle it?”

Baekheung asked urgently.

It was a question asking if he had dealt with the Eulmyeol Sword and returned.

But Yang Jin shook his head.

He looked back and forth between Baekheun and Baekheung with a stern expression and spoke.

“…The Wandering King appeared.”

“…!”

“What?”

Both old men’s faces hardened simultaneously.

Yang Jin gritted his teeth and continued.

“Just as I was about to cut down the Eulmyeol Sword, the Wandering King appeared and blocked my way.”

“Are you saying he broke the agreement and climbed the mountain?”

Baekheun’s voice trembled.

“Yes. He brought up past events and emanated killing intent…”

The rest didn’t need to be heard to be obvious.

It was another failure.

Baekheung staggered and gripped the table.

“Even the Wandering King… Even the Wandering King got involved…”

A situation that couldn’t get any worse.

Just as the pavilion was engulfed in despairing silence.

“Sect Leader!”

An elder came running in, his face deathly pale.

Baekheun asked in a weary voice.

“What is it…”

“In, in Xining… strange rumors are spreading.”

“Rumors?”

The elder swallowed dry saliva and reported in a trembling voice.

“Kunlun…”

He caught his breath for a moment, then spat out words that were hard to bear saying.

“They say we joined hands with the Demonic Sect.”

“…What did you say?”

Baekheun and Baekheung doubted their ears.

“Rumors that Kunlun tried to join forces with the Demonic Sect in exchange for opening the Demonic Sect’s Bigo… are covering the marketplace in Xining!”

Crash!

Baekheung grabbed a nearby teacup and threw it.

“Nonsense! Which bastard dares to spread such vicious rumors!”

Baekheun was also unable to contain his shock.

Collusion with the Demonic Sect.

As a member of the Nine Sects, there was no greater dishonor than this.

It was dozens of times more fatal than rumors of joining hands with Sangdocheon.

“Why would such rumors…”

Baekheun muttered.

But how could they deny this?

Kunlun had tampered with the Demonic Sect’s Bigo.

From an outsider’s perspective, it would seem impossible unless Kunlun had colluded with the Demonic Sect.

A malicious rumor that struck at that cunning psychology.

‘Who… Who on earth would do such a thing.’

Baekheung cried out urgently.

“Sect Leader, what should we do! If we leave this as is…”

However, Baekheun did not answer.

He just stared blankly at the raging blizzard outside the window.

‘Is there only one choice we can make now?’

After long deliberation, Baekheun quietly spoke.

“Summon the disciples immediately.”

His eyes flashed.

“Bigo. Completely and thoroughly erase all traces in that vicinity.”

So that no one can notice.

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