The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 154

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

 

Chapter 154

 

Even if Jeok Wigang had connections with the Emperor, he had just passed the age of twenty. In that case, he would have just obtained an official position, so no matter how highly one estimated it, it would probably be around the sixth rank at most.

 

At this, Tang Baekho shook his head.

 

“I don’t know how high your official rank is, but it’s useless. Moreover, this place is far from the Imperial Palace, so the Emperor’s power doesn’t reach here greatly. The fortress lord can’t do anything to you, but you also can’t do anything to the fortress lord.”

 

At the words that the Emperor’s power didn’t reach here greatly, Jeok Wigang asked.

 

“Then, are you saying the fortress lord here rules like a king?”

 

“That’s right. And it’s us who help him rule like a king.”

 

When Jeok Wigang’s expression frowned, he hastily corrected himself.

 

“Of course, we won’t do it anymore. Really. Isn’t that right? Family head?”

 

At Tang Baekho’s words, Dangpae quickly chimed in.

 

“Of course. Father.”

 

“Good. I’ll trust you.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Then I’ll go meet the fortress lord.”

 

“I have a friendship with him, so I’ll guide you. He won’t be able to ignore my words.”

 

At Tang Baekho’s words, Jeok Wigang nodded.

 

“Let’s do that.”

 

He thought that might be better than arguing with the Guards at the front.

 

***

 

Sichuan Province lord Hwang Jeseong.

 

He was The Man with great ambitions.

 

For those ambitions, he employed every means available and eventually rose to the position of fortress lord of Sichuan Province.

 

But his ambitions were not fully satisfied.

 

Because he hadn’t completely taken Sichuan Province into his hands.

 

To completely take it into his hands, there was a thorn in his side.

 

It was the Tang Family.

 

But he couldn’t do anything about the Tang Family.

 

Because of the mutual non-aggression pact.

 

Though he wanted to sweep them away, if he couldn’t do anything to them, becoming allies was the wise approach.

 

So he joined hands with the Tang Family.

 

As a result, joining hands with the Tang Family was truly an excellent choice.

 

The Tang Family scratched his itchy spots, and he scratched the Tang Family’s itchy parts as they helped each other mutually.

 

Thanks to this, after becoming Castle Lord, he could accumulate greater wealth and grow his army even larger.

 

Now his ambition extended beyond all of Sichuan to reach even the Imperial Palace.

 

Sichuan was truly a perfect natural fortress surrounded by mountains on all sides.

 

If he gathered just a little more troops, raising an army would not be a dream.

 

Just as someone had founded a nation on this land long ago, he believed he too could do the same.

 

The Imperial Palace was in chaos with power struggles, so even if he raised an army, they wouldn’t be able to respond.

 

After raising an army, he would properly establish the foundation of a nation and expand his territory.

 

Then he would unify the realm.

 

Things were going so smoothly it seemed like the sky was paving the way for him.

 

His name even contained “Emperor,” as if telling him to become Emperor.

 

The name Hwangjeseong , meaning “succeed as Emperor.”

 

His actual name was Hwangjeseong , but that didn’t matter.

 

He could just change his surname and name.

 

Hwangjeseong dreamed sweet dreams of becoming Emperor every day and was steadily preparing to realize that ambition.

 

Just as he was indulging in happy fantasies, someone interrupted him.

 

“Castle Lord! A guest has arrived.”

 

He had been in such a good mood, and now an interruption.

 

Hwangjeseong, with veins bulging on his forehead, spoke in an irritated voice.

 

“I told you not to disturb me at this time.”

 

“I apologize. You said to always inform you when guests from the Tang Family arrive…”

 

“Ah, they’re from the Tang Family? Then you should have said that first. Who came?”

 

“The Tang Family’s Grand Family Head and Family Head came together.”

 

“Both of them? What’s going on?”

 

The fact that both the Grand Family Head and Family Head came meant it was very important business.

 

Hwangjeseong got up from his seat and urged him on.

 

“Lead the way. We can’t keep such honored guests waiting.”

 

“Yes.”

 

***

 

Spotting Dangbaekho and Dangpae in the reception room, Hwangjeseong approached with a bright smile.

 

“Oh my! I’ve kept such distinguished guests waiting. I apologize. Government affairs have been keeping me busy.”

 

“Not at all. We’re the ones at fault for visiting so suddenly without notice.”

 

When Dangpae spoke with a smile, Hwangje Seong laughed heartily.

 

“Hahaha! Thank you for understanding. But what brings both of you here together like this?”

 

He looked back and forth between Dang Baekho and Dangpae, then noticed Jeok Wigang behind them.

 

“But who is that person in the back?”

 

“Ah, this person said he wanted to meet the Castle Lord.”

 

“Me? Who could it be that you two would personally escort them here?”

 

Hwangje Seong looked at Jeok Wigang with eyes demanding he reveal his identity.

 

In response, Jeok Wigang chuckled and spoke.

 

“I hear you’re plotting treason.”

 

Dang Baekho and Dangpae were greatly flustered by the words that came without any greeting.

 

Hwangje Seong was startled, then his face gradually turned red.

 

“What? What kind of madman is this? Surely you didn’t bring him here for me to listen to this crazy talk?”

 

“Ah, no, that’s…”

 

Dangpae tried to make excuses in his panic, but couldn’t think of what excuse to make.

 

It was because such a shocking word had burst out that his mind went blank.

 

Then Jeok Wigang stepped forward and spoke.

 

“Are you deaf? I’m asking. Is it true that you’re plotting treason?”

 

Hwangje Seong glared at Jeok Wigang with frightening eyes.

 

“What are you? A martial artist? Or an official?”

 

“Right now I’m an official. An official who came on the Emperor’s orders.”

 

“Oh ho. You came on the Emperor’s orders? I heard the Imperial Palace situation was a mess, but it seems it’s not as bad as I thought.”

 

“It was bad. Now everything’s been sorted out. Just answer the question.”

 

“Are you an inspector?”

 

“Well, something like that.”

 

Hwangje Seong looked at Dang Baekho and Dangpae and asked.

 

“What is your relationship with this man?”

 

“That, that is…”

 

What kind of relationship?

 

“I don’t know what kind of relationship it is, but it would be best to cut ties after today. This bastard won’t be able to leave Sichuan territory.”

 

Hwangje Seong glared at Jeok Wigang with frightening eyes.

 

“Do you know why the Tang Family joined hands with me?”

 

“For mutual benefit?”

 

“That’s also correct. But the reason the Tang Family joined hands with me is because I am strong.”

 

“What? Did you learn martial arts?”

 

“I did. And a very powerful supreme divine art at that.”

 

Jeok Wigang looked at Tang Baekho and Tang Pae.

 

The two nodded their heads.

 

“The martial art the fortress lord learned is Cheonhon Gwido (Heavenly Soul Return to the Way). It’s an exclusive martial art created by Muryeong Josa, who was once the greatest under heaven. The fortress lord is his successor.”

 

Jeok Wigang laughed as if it was absurd.

 

This was truly a troublesome problem.

 

Even if the fortress lord learned martial arts, he was still a government official.

 

Attacking him would mean attacking the government office, which would violate the non-aggression pact between officials and martial artists.

 

Conversely, the fortress lord could use his position to interfere with the Tang Family’s business.

 

Though the Tang Family was a martial clan, those associated with them were commoners, so there was no need to make enemies unnecessarily and suffer losses.

 

Even if the fortress lord was annoying, attacking him would break the non-aggression pact, making the losses far greater than any gains.

 

This was why even the renowned One Emperor Eight Kings couldn’t do anything about the fortress lord.

 

“The government non-aggression pact becomes meaningless. Martial artists can just become government officials, right?”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s words, Hwangje Seong smiled and said.

 

“I didn’t pursue success and fame just to become a simple government official. My dream is far grander.”

 

“I’m sure it is. That grand dream would require harboring treasonous thoughts.”

 

“Hehehe. My goal is to completely unify the world divided between government and Murim. How about that? It’s not simply becoming the greatest under heaven, but truly grasping the entire world in my hands.”

 

“No. Since it’s difficult to do with your power alone, you’re ultimately trying to borrow the government’s power.”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s words, Hwangje Seong’s expression hardened coldly.

 

“You know very well how to shorten your lifespan. I’ll grant your wish and cut that lifeline today.”

 

“I’ll give you a chance. Even now, if you prostrate yourself toward where Imperial Majesty resides and beg for forgiveness, I’ll end it with just dismissal from office.”

 

Hwangje Seong smirked and drew up his internal power.

 

“Crazy bastard.”

 

Cold air flowing from Hwangjaeseong’s body split apart, and the temperature in the room dropped instantly.

 

Soul energy emanating from Hwangjaeseong’s fingertips began to reveal its form.

 

It couldn’t be seen with the eyes, but it could be heard with the ears.

 

Kieeeek-.

 

It sounded like souls wailing.

 

“Soul Energy Reverse Hand!”

 

Along with Hwangjaeseong’s shout, the air currents in all directions reversed.

 

The wooden planks laid on the ground rippled like waves, flipping over and shattering.

 

Terrible cold energy covered the entire room and began absorbing Jeok Wigang’s life force.

 

The energy itself emanating from Hwangjaeseong’s body was one that absorbed the opponent’s soul energy.

 

However, ordinary people couldn’t feel that energy at all.

 

Soul Energy Reverse Hand was a martial art that devoured the minds of the living.

 

No matter how strong a martial artist was, they couldn’t protect their soul.

 

Unless they were someone whose Mental Power reached the heavens.

 

Hwangjaeseong wore a cold smile and muttered to himself.

 

‘Now his mind will melt away. No matter how much of a monster he is, if he’s human, he can’t endure…’

 

While thinking for a moment, Hwangjaeseong was startled to see Jeok Wigang had already approached right in front of him.

 

‘What, what?’

 

He couldn’t believe it.

 

To move around as if nothing happened despite being caught by Soul Energy Reverse Hand.

 

He seemed to be a man with stronger vitality than expected.

 

If that’s the case, then he’d give him a different gift.

 

The corners of Hwangjaeseong’s mouth twisted.

 

He pulled his body back while simultaneously leaving his form in front.

 

Another Hwangjaeseong created in an instant.

 

‘Shadow Return Death Strike.’

 

It was a martial art that turned one’s shadow into the main body, grabbed the opponent, and self-destructed.

 

Kwakwakwa-bang―!

 

An explosive sound erupted.

 

A dazzling flash accompanied by a storm swept through the room.

 

Pillars shattered and walls crumbled.

 

Hwang Jeseong twisted his lips into a smile.

 

“Kekekeke! Stupid fool.”

 

Hwang Jeseong was satisfied, thinking it had been a fantastic attack even by his own standards.

 

“For a proper funeral, there should at least be some remains of the body, shouldn’t there?”

 

Hwang Jeseong pretended to worry about Jeok Wigang.

 

Whoosh-

 

While he was having such thoughts, someone walked out through the smoke and flames.

 

It was Jeok Wigang, completely unharmed.

 

“Huh?”

 

What?

 

He’s unharmed from such an explosion?

 

Seeing that even his clothes were intact, it seemed he had deployed a protective barrier in that brief moment.

 

Is this guy quite skilled?

 

Good.

 

Then I’ll treat him accordingly…

 

Crack-.

 

His vision shook.

 

And everything turned upside down.

 

Thud-.

 

As his body received an impact, everything went dark before his eyes.

 

***

 

Jeok Wigang dusted off his hands while looking at Hwang Jeseong who had collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

 

Tang Baekho and Dangpae stared at this scene in a daze.

 

Hwang Jeseong was certainly strong.

 

His realm was at the Transcendent level.

 

If he had mastered the Thousand Soul Ghost Blade he had learned, he was strong enough to even aspire to the Mythical realm.

 

But even such a man was taken down in one strike by Jeok Wigang.

 

“What? You can’t even withstand a single blow, yet you talk about unifying the world?”

 

He crouched down in front of the unconscious Hwangje Seong and began slapping his cheeks repeatedly.

 

Smack- Slap- Smack-.

 

After a while, Hwangje Seong regained consciousness with his face swollen.

 

As soon as he saw Jeok Wigang, he smiled.

 

“Kahahaha! How was that? My martial arts? You must be thinking you picked the wrong opponent, right?”

 

He seemed to have had some kind of pleasant dream.

 

Tang Baekho and Dangpae looked at Hwangje Seong with pity.

 

“What are you talking about? Snap out of it.”

 

Smack-.

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