The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110

Thoom!

The warrior monk who emerged from the darkness stepped forward in a horse stance and struck a true stance.

His movement was smooth, but the power he unleashed was not.

His fist extended forward, pushing even the air aside.

Whoosh—

Wind blew ahead, followed by a massive fist-shaped energy, a fist force that flew heavily toward her.

Dang Yeong-ryeong was preparing to counterattack with feather needles between her fingers when she saw the warrior monk’s face showing considerable anger, and her eyes widened.

‘Mujin!’

Her heart momentarily wavered, and she missed the chance to counter Mujin’s single strike.

Dang Yeong-ryeong immediately threw her body toward the nearest window.

Crash!

The thin paper window broke helplessly, and Dang Yeong-ryeong quickly burst out.

“Ha!”

As if waiting, a staff flew silently toward her shoulder.

“Gasp!”

Dang Yeong-ryeong quickly twisted her body and kicked up at the staff’s shaft.

“Ugh!”

The warrior monk holding the staff groaned as if his grip was torn, and he dropped the staff.

Leaving that scream behind, Dang Yeong-ryeong immediately climbed the wall to the rooftop.

But Mujin was waiting for her as if he had already predicted her route.

“Benefactor. No matter how much you struggle, it is useless.”

Mujin calmly displayed a frosty dignity.

“The sins you have already committed are not small, so it would be better to surrender obediently before this humble monk punishes you according to Buddha’s teachings. Do not accumulate greater karma needlessly. Amitabha!”

At Mujin’s words, Dang Yeong-ryeong remained silently quiet.

His appearance had momentarily shaken her heart, but not anymore.

‘You’ve really changed a lot too. Well, seventeen years isn’t a short time.’

His tone carried a different weight than before.

Looking down, she saw that Shaolin warrior monks had already firmly established an encirclement.

Indeed, it was the world-renowned Shaolin Temple, called the Mount Tai and North Star of the Martial Arts World.

Had it been an impossible plan from the start?

But she had no other choice.

‘Father!’

Dang Yeong-ryeong gritted her teeth and raised her head to look up at the night sky.

She couldn’t give up like this.

First, let’s escape.

Let’s go to Wudang.

Though it doesn’t match Daehwandan, doesn’t Taecheongsinddan exist there as a comparable alternative?

Once her plan was set, her eyes became firm, and the aura emanating from her body grew stronger.

“To turn away from the door of mercy and choose the path of karma, truly regrettable. The karma that follows is yours to bear, so do not blame this humble monk. Amitabha!”

Mujin once again raised his palm toward her and shouted resolutely.

“Warrior monks, listen! Open the Nahan-jin!”

Thoom—

“Ha!”

Thoom—

“Ha!”

Heavy reverberations arose from all directions. Like the sound of a massive bell shaking one’s entire body, a profound yet tremendous pressure rushed in.

One hundred and eight warrior monks simultaneously raised their staffs and surrounded Yaksajeon in layers, deploying the Nahan-jin.

‘Don’t forgive me.’

As soon as the Nahan-jin was deployed, Dang Yeong-ryeong launched her body high into the air.

Various poisons scattered from her fluttering sleeves.

The first was Acid Air Poison. Then Dream Powder, and finally Hundred Days Intoxicating Fragrance flew out.

These poisons were not meant for killing, but to scatter internal energy, induce sleep, and make one drowsy as if drunk.

Pop pop! Pop pop pop!

Poison powder scattered in all directions. The amount was so great that the entire view below Yaksajeon became hazy as if fog had settled.

“Ugh!”

“Urgh!”

“It’s poison!”

The warrior monks forming the innermost circle of the Nahan-jin fell to the poison one by one, either falling asleep or collapsing.

Just before the inner circle collapsed, Mujin’s lion’s roar burst forth.

“Dharma Wheel!”

At that cry, the second formation moved forward, and the third formation pulled the first formation back, quickly reorganizing the formation.

In the blink of an eye, the Nahan-jin was reorganized, and Mujin’s command continued.

“Cloud Dragon Ascending to Heaven!”

“Cloud!”

“Dragon!”

“Ascending!”

“Heaven!”

Bang— Crash— Crash crash— Crash crash crash!

The warrior monks struck their staffs to the ground, drawing circles.

Energy rose as if a dragon was ascending to heaven from within clouds. The internal energy of hundreds of warrior monks gathered to create a massive wind, and the whirlwind swept the poison powder to the center of the Nahan-jin and blew it up to the sky.

At that moment, poison energy flashed in Dang Yeong-ryeong’s eyes.

Swish swish swish swish—

Hundreds of feather needles poured from her sleeves like flowing water.

‘Heavenly Maiden Scatter…!’

Just as she was about to release the feather needles, the many faces of innocent warrior monks caught Dang Yeong-ryeong’s eyes.

If the feather needles flew, it would be a lethal attack that no one could avoid.

What wrong had those young warrior monks committed?

If blame were to be assigned, wasn’t it herself who was being greedy, trying to save Father?

In that moment of small hesitation, Father’s childhood teachings suddenly came to mind.

“Our Dang Family handles poison and uses hidden weapons. In the martial arts world, poison and hidden weapons are usually considered cowardly means. Nevertheless, the reason our Dang Family holds a proud position in the orthodox martial arts world, why no one can ostracize us, and why they fear us instead, is for one reason alone! Under no circumstances have we ever abandoned our sect’s principles and righteousness. Ryeong-ah, you too must walk such a path.”

‘Ah!’

Dang Yeong-ryeong put away the feather needles and withdrew her hands.

Her figure slowly descended to the center of the Nahan-jin.

Thud.

The moment her feet touched the ground, everything was enveloped in silence.

Standing alone within the massive encirclement of Shaolin warrior monks, her mind was filled only with thoughts of Father.

‘I’m sorry, Father…’

The sorrow she had been suppressing finally burst forth.

From her eyes, tears formed and flowed down, one drop, two drops, very slowly.

Though her vision blurred, Dang Yeong-ryeong didn’t even have time to wipe them away.

Her heart collapsed.

Shaolin Temple Abbot’s Chamber.

The abbot, Gong-heo Daesa, urgently convened the sect leadership and began a meeting.

“Who is the culprit?”

When Gong-heo Daesa began in a low voice, all eyes in the room turned to Mujin.

“I am Dang Yeong-ryeong of the Sichuan Dang Family.”

Mujin, one of the Eighteen Arhats, answered quietly.

At his words, all the monks turned pale with shock.

“Hehe!”

Gong-heo Daesa burst into a hollow laugh.

“That child who disappeared without a trace 17 years ago… Amitabha.”

Gong-heo’s voice contained not only surprise but also deep, complex emotions.

His expression was as if memories buried for a long time had been revived.

“What should we do with the daughter of the Dang Family? Everyone, share your opinions.”

As Gong-heo spoke heavily and looked around, Gong-gak, the head of the Disciplinary Court, stepped forward first.

“According to the rules, wouldn’t it be proper to confine her in the Diamond Prison?”

At Gong-gak’s inflexible answer, several monks briefly looked at each other and exchanged subtle glances.

Gong-heo Daesa, turning his prayer beads, fell into contemplation but did not give an immediate answer.

Gong-seon, the head of Dalmadan Hall, spoke carefully.

“Since the Martial Arts Alliance’s wanted order hasn’t been withdrawn yet, handing her over to the Martial Arts Alliance would also be a method.”

Then Mujin shook his head in opposition.

“No. That incident back then has many suspicious points. Moving based only on the wanted order without the truth being revealed is a hasty judgment. Seventeen years ago, didn’t our temple also step back and observe for that very reason?”

At Mujin’s words, everyone including Gong-heo fell into silence.

Gong-heo Daesa’s hand fingering the prayer beads seemed to be pondering Mujin’s words.

“By the way, are there any injured?”

“No.”

“None?”

Gong-heo Daesa asked back in surprise.

“Yes, no one was hurt.”

“Hehe, that’s fortunate.”

Gong-heo muttered as if to himself and let out a sigh of relief.

Then he narrowed his eyes again with doubt and said.

“But why would the daughter of the Dang Family, who had been hiding for all those years, suddenly appear and target the Daehwandan?”

“It appears to be an intention to save Am-wang, the Grand Family Head of the Dang Family.”

“Huh, is Patron Am-wang’s condition not good?”

“Since he’s half-sealed away, we can’t know for certain, but according to what flows out from the Martial Arts Alliance, it’s said he’ll have difficulty surviving this month.”

“Indeed, 17 years has been quite a tenacious period.”

Gong-heo closed his eyes as if feeling sorry and quietly chanted the Buddha’s name.

Once again, quiet stillness filled the room.

Gong-heo fell into deeper contemplation than usual. And finally, he made his decision.

“Since no one was hurt and the matter ended in failure, the Diamond Prison would be excessive punishment. It would be right to temporarily place her in Chamhoe-dong.”

The meeting concluded like that.

However, Gong-heo Daesa’s face was still full of worry.

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