Reincarnation of the Cloud Dragon - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70.
“All you rats from the Jinguan Pavilion, come out at once.”
Yun Cheon pressed down on Jeom So Yi’s nape while setting an empty teacup down on the broken table with a soft clink, his voice low and menacing.
Before his words even finished, the air inside the Inn flipped.
Thud—!
The burly men sitting by the window kicked away their tables and shot to their feet.
“They’ve noticed us!”
Clang! Clang, clang-clang!
Glinting blades were drawn simultaneously from every corner of the Inn.
Behind the Kitchen door.
In the shadow of the pillar before the Warehouse.
In the space beneath the stairs.
Dark-skinned men who had been holding their breath everywhere burst out at once.
“Surround them!”
The ordinary-looking Inn was instantly flooded with killing intent. A dozen blade tips flashed toward Yun Cheon and Yalü Hee.
“Insolent brats!”
“Strike them down! Turn them into minced meat!”
Yet there was not a shred of disturbance in the eyes of Yun Cheon and Yalü Hee. The two had suspected the Inn from the start and kept the entire situation within their field of vision.
Yun Cheon asked in a cold voice.
“Have they all come out?”
The corner of Yalü Hee’s mouth twisted.
“True to form for rats. Call them and they scurry out in droves.”
The first to move were the two burly men by the window.
“How dare this young girl flap her mouth so freely!”
With a roar, they kicked off their chairs and charged. A blade plunged down from the front, while a sword tip slid low, aiming for the ribs.
Simultaneously, the men from the Kitchen and Warehouse tightened their encirclement. Blades bound the feet, and poisoned needles blocked the retreat.
‘Their movements suggest they’re accustomed to ambushes.’
But Yun Cheon had already anticipated this.
Yun Cheon twisted and lifted Jeom So Yi’s collar as he thrashed against the table.
“S-save me—”
Before the scream could finish, Jeom So Yi’s body flew through the air.
Thud-thud!
The poisoned needles struck first.
A half-beat later, the blade driving in from the front carved across its own ally’s shoulder and ribs.
“Wh-what—!”
The one burrowing in from the side was forced to twist his sword path and lost his footing. In that instant when the enemies’ opening move crumbled pathetically, a path opened.
Whoosh—!
At that moment, Yalü Hee drew her saber.
The crimson blade gleamed.
Wind God’s Dance.
A single step slipped through like a blade, and the Gale Sword Technique erupted in a diagonal slash.
Crack!
The man at the front lost his arm at the shoulder. The one attempting to flank was sent reeling into the wall by the sword energy that grazed his neck. The two following behind were bisected at the waist and collapsed.
A single stroke.
With it, multiple enemies fell.
Simultaneously, I drove forward through the narrow passage where the enemies had been converging.
It was not merely cutting down people—it was a blade that severed the very chokepoint itself.
All eyes fixed upon Yalü Hee’s masterful move, and the battlefield split in two.
The moment the enemies’ attention concentrated on Yalü Hee, my Shadowless Step pierced through the gap.
Squelch.
The neck of one man near the Warehouse flew first.
Before blood could even spray, a thin layer of white frost settled upon the severed edge.
My form did not halt.
Like a phantom, I attached myself behind the second man’s back and drew the blade briefly across—his throat opened and blood cascaded down.
The third man turned his head too late.
The moment his pupils dilated.
The black blade had already passed through.
A cut line appeared on his neck a beat too late, and his head fell with equal delay.
Thud—.
The Kunlun Sect’s Pursuing Life Blade.
Yet now, enhanced by the concealment of Shadowless Step and the frigid aura of the Absolute Ice Heart Sutra, this blade could no longer be called a Kunlun technique. It was simply a cold, merciless blade that severed life itself.
“M-Master…!”
“W-What technique is this!”
Bewilderment flickered across eyes that had burned with killing intent. They began instinctively probing for escape routes with wavering gazes.
The encirclement already had breaches.
“Get yourselves together! We still outnumber them!”
A man who appeared to be the Captain shouted.
From his grip, a dozen cyan poison needles fanned out and shot toward my entire body.
The hidden weapons tore through the air with piercing sound.
Yet my pace did not slow by even an inch.
“Numbers.”
Whoooosh—!
The frigid aura of the Absolute Ice Heart Sutra erupted from my dantian, rising like a barrier.
“Do they matter?”
Clink-clink-clink!
The poison needles scattering in all directions froze white in mid-air, lost their force, and clattered down to the ground with metallic sounds.
“W-What is this cold aura!”
“It’s an ice technique!”
“T-This is insane…!”
The moment the enemies’ pupils filled with terror.
Beyond the icy mist, a black sword arc slipped in like a phantom.
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
“…Guh…!”
The Captain never even managed to scream.
My Chasing Ming Blade severed his neck without leaving a single drop of blood behind.
Thud.
As the Captain’s head rolled across the floor separated from his body, the remaining men’s will to fight shattered completely.
“T-the Captain too!”
The men turned their bodies toward the Inn’s entrance, but their escape route was already shrouded in a crimson blade light like a curtain.
“Where are you going?”
Boom!
The trajectory of the Gale Wind Thirteen Blades swept through the entire Inn. Only the wet sound of blood soaking the floor continued relentlessly.
A one-sided slaughter.
The Inn fell silent in an instant.
Only the stench of blood and shattered debris testified to the commotion that had just occurred.
From the moment the first table shattered to the last man’s final breath, roughly ten breaths were all that was needed.
“Weaker than I expected. They just had numbers.”
Metal scraped softly.
I slowly sheathed my blade.
The black sword sank into its scabbard, swallowing the last metallic echo that lingered in the Inn.
“Phew….”
Yalü Hee also steadied her breathing as she wiped blood and oil from her blade.
“A blade thick with killing intent and layered with cold energy too. The ones facing you almost deserve pity.”
She glanced around the blood-stained Inn once more, then shook her head.
“They were rats accustomed to darkness. Drag them into the light and they’re nothing.”
Just as I said, the Assassins couldn’t even properly withstand a single blade strike from either of us.
They had abandoned the pursuit of martial cultivation and grown accustomed only to ambushing and killing people—there was no way they could hold their ground in direct combat.
I added quietly as I shook the blood from my blade.
“Your Wind God Technique and Gale Wind Sword Method complement each other quite well.”
The corners of Yalü Hee’s mouth lifted slightly.
“You think so too? I thought you only knew how to say harsh things. So you can give compliments too?”
I raised my head instead of responding.
My gaze fixed on the railing at the end of this floor. Even amid the tangled killing intent moments ago, I had faintly sensed one presence.
“….”
Weak, unstable, and even clumsy at hiding.
“What is it? Did someone survive?”
Yalü Hee also followed my gaze and looked upward.
“One remains.”
Before those words even finished, a small creaking sound of wood came from somewhere on this floor.
Creak.
Someone who had been holding their breath and enduring finally lost their composure with an audible sound.
Yalü Hee’s eyes sharpened instantly.
“I’ll go up.”
Yun Cheon made no move to stop her.
Even amidst the tangled killing intent, there was a faint trembling presence.
It was surely either a child ignorant of martial arts or a commoner.
He nodded briefly, then turned his gaze back to the interior of the Inn.
‘Given the depth of the wheel ruts carved into the floor, the cargo was certainly not light. There must be another space somewhere—a place where the cargo and people were hidden.’
At the end of the upper corridor, before a small door with a gap of two or three finger-widths.
Creak.
“Eek…!”
As the door opened, someone crouched in the darkness startled violently and stumbled backward.
Yalü Hee’s hand reflexively moved toward her sword hilt before stopping.
“…A child?”
She muttered lowly.
The face revealed in the moonlight was that of a boy no more than ten years old.
His tattered clothes were torn in places, and vivid red marks from rope burns marked his thin wrists.
Lips drained pale with fear. Slender shoulders trembling. He had apparently witnessed the entire carnage unfolding below through the gap.
In that moment, a memory of young Yalü Hyeon flashed through her mind.
‘…He’s just a child.’
She sheathed the dark blade across her back and knelt on one knee to meet the frightened boy at eye level.
“I’m sorry for startling you. I’m not here to hurt you.”
It was a voice unexpectedly gentle—so unlike the sharp and combative Yalü Hee one would normally expect.
The boy, half-hidden behind the doorframe, looked up at her with disbelief in his eyes.
“Those… those people….”
The boy’s lips trembled dryly.
His voice came out hoarse and strained.
“Are they… dead?”
Yalü Hee smiled faintly and nodded.
“Yes. All the bad ones are dead. You’re safe now. We’re not on their side.”
The boy finally exhaled the breath he had been holding.
“…Phew. Th-thank you.”
Yet the boy’s hand still gripped his neck tightly—a defensive gesture as if desperately concealing something.
Yalü Hee carefully extended her hand.
“Is there a wound on your neck? May I look?”
The boy flinched and tried to retreat, but at the sight of Yalü Hee’s clear and gentle eyes, he slowly lowered his hand.
Below his neck, hidden by his collar, a crimson star-shaped seal was revealed distinctly.
It was a grotesque brand—the kind one would mark upon objects. Yalü Hee’s pupils flickered with fury in an instant.
‘…Worse than beasts. They branded even a child?’
She suppressed the rising rage and gently stroked the boy’s cheek.
“Were you frightened? But tell me—are there more children besides you who were brought here like this?”
The child bit down hard on their lip, then glanced hesitantly down toward the first floor and managed a small nod.
“There were many… down there, below….”
Their voice trembled thin and fragile.
“Below?”
Yalü Hee repeated the question, peering down over the railing toward the lower level.
While she had ascended to the second floor, Yun Cheon, who remained on the first floor examining the Inn, had already come to a halt near the passage leading to the Kitchen.
The thick carpet laid across the floor was drinking in the blood that had stained the Inn’s surface crimson.
“It seems this is what the child was referring to.”
Yun Cheon kicked the carpet aside roughly with the tip of his foot.
Thud.
As the densely woven fibers flipped over, a heavy wooden board that had been concealed beneath the floor was revealed.
Hastily patched marks, its grain distinctly different from the rest of the Inn’s flooring.
“…So this was it. The true hell these bastards had hidden away.”
Small handprints where children had resisted being dragged below. Broken fingernails and bloodstains were scattered chaotically through every crack in the wood, along with bloody footprints trampled across the surface.
“They’ve been throwing children down there like cargo.”
Yun Cheon’s gaze flashed with chilling intensity.
In that moment, another reason to extinguish these vermin had been added.
Crash—!
Yun Cheon’s fist, weighted with the force of dark iron, struck the gateway to hell.

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