The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 95

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 95

 

 

 

The Emperor had become sickly, and the Empress was unable to conceive.

Anyone could see that the next Emperor would clearly be the Imperial Prince born to Deung Hyeryeon.

Moreover, unlike Ju Seo-gi who had no support base at all, behind Deung Hyeryeon and the Imperial Prince stood Dongchang, who wielded tremendous power.

The Guyang Family also felt the gravity of the situation and made efforts for the Empress to conceive, but all medicines proved ineffective.

No matter which renowned physician they summoned, none could find a clear cause for why Ju Seo-gi was suffering.

As time passed this way, naturally more people began to align themselves with Deung Hyeryeon’s side, and consequently the Guyang Family’s power naturally diminished.

Now people argued that since Ju Seo-gi’s body was weak, they should hurry and establish a Crown Prince.

The Guyang Family countered that they should wait, but the tide was turning.

No one cared about Ju Seo-gi.

Ju Seo-gi felt as if he existed merely to produce descendants.

The only person who comforted Ju Seo-gi was one person – Empress Guyang Hye.

When he was with her, his heart felt at peace and stable.

But even that couldn’t last long.

Because his health was poor.

They could only meet when his condition briefly improved.

If Ju Seo-gi died like this, Ju Cheon-min, Deung Hyeryeon’s son and the only remaining heir, would become Emperor.

Then it would become the world of Deung Hyeryeon and Dongchang who stood behind her.

People kept quiet about it, but everyone already knew.

That the one Deung Hyeryeon truly loved was none other than Dongchang’s Taegam.

For his sake, she would do anything.

If that happened, the person who would effectively control the next Emperor would be none other than Taegam Dongchang.

Even now, Dongchang’s power reached the heavens.

But if he could manipulate even the Emperor at will, he would be able to wield power even greater than the Emperor’s.

To realize this, Dongchang was hurriedly preparing to establish a Crown Prince, but things went awry.

Some Hanlin Academy scholars who supported the Emperor stole the Imperial Seal to prevent the Crown Prince’s establishment.

They wrote an Imperial Edict and secretly switched it with a fake to steal it away.

This was possible because it was written at the Hanlin Academy.

The Hanlin Academy prepared meticulously and performed with all their might as if they had sided with Deung Hyeryeon.

And when they let their guard down, they wrote a fake Imperial Edict and stole the Imperial Seal.

Dongchang, realizing the Imperial Seal had disappeared, searched for it secretly while preventing this fact from leaking elsewhere, but unfortunately it was caught by the intelligence network of their bitter enemy, the Imperial Guard.

Unintentionally, even the Imperial Guard joined the search for the Imperial Seal’s whereabouts.

 

 

 

This place where Ju Seo-gi was located was his secret safe house.

It was a place barely arranged, and very few knew of its existence.

As Dongchang’s surveillance of Ju Seo-gi intensified, the Guyang Family secretly used a body double to make it appear that Ju Seo-gi was only lying in bed, while moving the real Ju Seo-gi to a safe place.

In that place, Ju Seo-gi waited anxiously for someone.

 

“It’s definitely supposed to be today… Did they fail after all?”

 

Ju Seo-gi waited anxiously for the Sigang Scholar who hadn’t appeared despite it being the agreed meeting day.

That’s when it happened.

He heard footsteps and two people entered.

Ju Seo-gi smiled brightly upon confirming one person’s face.

 

“Sigang Scholar! You came.”

“Your Majesty! The night air is cold, why are you outside?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Please punish this subject for making Your Majesty wait!”

 

Ju Seo-gi quickly helped up the Sigang Scholar who was prostrating and begging forgiveness.

 

“What are you saying? I know well that you work harder than anyone for my sake, so what crime is there?”

“Your Majesty! Your imperial grace is boundless!”

“Did you find the Imperial Seal?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Here it is!”

 

Ju Seo-gi received the silk wrapping cloth that the Sigang Scholar respectfully offered.

Ju Seo-gi hurriedly untied the knot to check its contents and let out a deep breath.

 

“It really is. Are you alright? What about the others?”

 

At Ju Seo-gi’s question, the Sigang Scholar’s expression hardened.

Seeing that expression, Ju Seo-gi intuited.

 

“I’m sorry… Because of me, innocent lives…”

“No, Your Majesty! They gave their lives for Your Majesty!”

“Their lives are precious too. If I alone disappeared, it would be enough…”

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty is one sent by Heaven! Please steel your heart!”

 

When the Sigang Scholar prostrated on the ground and pleaded, he helped him up again.

 

“I understand. I will strive and strive again so that their sacrifice will not be in vain.”

“Your Majesty!”

 

At Ju Seo-gi’s answer, the Sigang Scholar shed tears as if moved.

As he quietly gazed at the Imperial Seal with countless thoughts crossing his mind.

 

“Hehehe. It’s real. They said if I waited here, the Imperial Seal would come on its own.”

 

Along with an ominous voice, black shadows dropped from the air one by one, and in an instant the courtyard was filled with dozens of masked figures.

The Sigang Scholar quickly moved in front of Ju Seo-gi and stood guard against them.

 

“You, who are you! Do you know where this place is before entering!”

“I know. The Emperor’s secret safe house.”

 

Since they knew the identity of this place exactly, Ju Seo-gi and the Sigang Scholar became tense.

 

“Your Majesty. Please quietly hand over the Imperial Seal to us. And return to the palace as if nothing happened.”

“Insolent! You scoundrels! What kind of rudeness is this toward His Majesty!”

 

At the Sigang Scholar’s rebuke, the black mask at the front frowned.

 

“Damn! Old man. You’ve got quite the voice.”

 

Then he drew his sword and said.

 

“Well, if you have any last words you want to leave behind, go ahead. I was ordered to kill you.”

“Did Changdok send you!”

 

Changdok was the title the ministers used to address the chief eunuch of Dongchang, a shortened form of Dongchang Director.

The Masked Men gave no answer.

 

“Enough. Cut down the noisy old man. Capture the Emperor alive and force him back to the palace.”

“Yes!”

 

These were people who didn’t treat the Emperor like an emperor.

The moment one of them shot out like lightning and thrust his sword toward the Sigang Scholar.

 

Clang-!

Crack-!

 

The sword broke with a heavy sound, and a black object could be seen flying rapidly backward.

 

Thud-.

 

The object that hit the wall and fell limply to the ground was none other than the Masked Man who had just drawn his sword and charged.

The room instantly fell silent.

Ju Seo-gi looked with a surprised face at the back of a man who had approached without him knowing when.

 

“I apologize for greeting you in this manner, Your Majesty. My name is Jeok Wigang.”

 

Then he looked at the Masked Men and said.

 

“What’s the point of wearing masks when your voices give you away? Eunuch bastards pretending to be men.”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s words, killing intent surged in the Masked Men’s eyes.

 

“Capture that damn bastard alive. I’ll personally cut off his manhood and stuff it in his mouth.”

 

At the Captain’s command, the other Masked Men also rushed toward Jeok Wigang with murderous eyes.

 

“Even the way you move is like girls. I’m curious, do you guys sit down to piss?”

“You damn bastard!”

 

He was casually bringing up taboos that should never be spoken or asked about.

Swords filled with killing intent flew wildly toward Jeok Wigang.

The moment the swords were about to hit his body.

 

Swoosh-!

 

The sword blades were pulled by an invisible force, disrupting their movements.

The Masked Men’s pupils dilated.

The swords they had just thrust toward Jeok Wigang were now crushed and held in his grip.

Impossible grip strength.

The swords were even wrapped in sword qi, yet he had caught and crushed them with his bare hands.

The Masked Men were horrified.

 

Rip rip rip-.

 

“I’m curious if your faces are as pretty too.”

 

People panicked as their masks were instantly torn off.

They hurriedly tried to cover their faces, but.

 

“Not happening.”

 

Thud thud thud-.

 

“Kugh!”

“Urgh!”

 

From the heavy impact felt in their abdomens, their hands involuntarily dropped.

 

Thump-.

 

People collapsed to the ground as their legs gave out from the pain.

Their faces were pale and pretty.

 

“Prettier than I thought?”

“You, you damn bastard.”

 

Even in pain, they gritted their teeth and glared at Jeok Wigang as if they wanted to kill him.

 

“You’re from Dongchang, right?”

“Do you think we’d tell you that?”

“You don’t need to say it. In the Imperial Palace, what other guys act like women besides Dongchang? That’s why you wear masks, isn’t it? But what’s the point of masks when your voices are so thin?”

“I’ll, I’ll kill you!”

 

Enraged by Jeok Wigang’s words, they all charged at once.

 

Crack- Crackle-.

Crash- Thud- .

 

However, without even knowing how they were hit, they flew into the walls and crashed.

Jeok Wigang’s gaze was directed at the Captain.

 

“If we remove that guy’s mask, we’ll know who he is, right?”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s words, the Captain hesitated and stepped backward.

Who would have thought there’d be a crazy bastard who would remove masks one by one to check?

Could he be a match?

He pondered briefly, but no.

Hadn’t he seen how they subdued the subordinates in an instant?

He himself couldn’t suppress subordinates this quickly.

Then there was only one thing left.

 

Whoosh—.

 

As soon as he made his decision, he launched his body with all his strength.

At that moment.

 

Crack—.

 

His face flashed.

 

Thud—.

 

Pain surged through him along with the feeling of his body hitting something solid.

When he came to his senses, he was on the ground.

 

Swish—.

 

While he was in agony, his mask was removed.

He quickly tried to cover his face with his hands, but.

 

Crack—.

 

“Aaaahhh!”

 

Intense pain shot through both arms and he couldn’t put any strength into them.

When he turned his head in pain, he saw his arms dangling limply.

 

“I told you not to cover it. I need to know your identity, so what am I supposed to do if you keep covering it?”

 

This bastard is a demon.

He’s definitely a demon.

But he couldn’t give up like this.

He slammed his face down onto the ground.

He had to crush his face so badly that it couldn’t be recognized.

 

Thwack— Thud— Thwack—.

 

Like a madman, he kept slamming his own face into the ground.

Soon it became a bloody mess, unrecognizable in form.

And he laughed.

 

“Hehehe. How’s that? Can you recognize me now?”

 

It felt satisfying, as if he had gotten one over on that damned demon.

 

“Why? More? You think that’s enough?”

“Huh?”

 

This wasn’t the reaction he wanted.

Jeok Wigang grabbed his hair and started slamming it into the ground again.

 

Crack— Thud— Crunch—.

 

The force was on a completely different level from when he did it himself.

 

Scrape—.

 

It didn’t end with just slamming either.

He was grinding his face against the ground, peeling off the skin.

 

“You need to do at least this much to make a face unrecognizable. Don’t you think?”

“Aaaahhh!”

 

Watching him writhe in agony, Ju Seo-gi and the Sigang Scholar turned their heads and covered their ears.

It was so cruel they couldn’t bear to watch with their eyes open.

 

“N-no matter how much you torture me… I have nothing to say.”

“Oh. You don’t need to talk. I’m not curious about anything. I was just curious about who you are.”

 

This response was even more bewildering.

 

“Whether you talk or not, all the Dongchang bastards will end up looking just like you. How’s that? Isn’t that a bit better? Since your comrades will all look the same.”

 

He really is a demon.

Lifting his blood-soaked face, he spoke.

 

“I know a bit of magic arts. With those magic arts, I can heal people back to perfect condition. Amazing, right?”

 

Why was he saying this to him?

Could it be?

Can he heal faces?

His pupils shook violently.

That’s impossible.

Though he couldn’t see it, his face was in such a state that even Daera Immortal couldn’t restore it to its original form.

He could feel that his face was crushed and his bone structure was twisted.

He thought it was just empty words, but an inexplicable anxiety washed over him.

Then Jeok Wigang placed his hand on his face and muttered an incantation.

Instantly, a bright light emanated from his hand, the pain subsided, and he felt a cool sensation.

Then he vividly felt his bones being set back in place and new flesh growing.

 

“All done. You’re handsome.”

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