The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 117

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Chapter 117

The Namgung Family head’s chamber appeared modest on the surface, but upon closer inspection, each displayed item was a treasure beyond imagination.

Among the Five Great Families, the only one called one of the Ten Martial Arts Masters of the world, the Righteous Sword Master Namgung Cheon.

He gazed indifferently at his son and young clan leader Namgung Myeong, who was kneeling before him.

“So, you have something to report?”

Namgung Cheon asked Namgung Myeong while personally pouring tea into a teacup.

“Yes, Father.”

“…!”

At his son’s unremarkable response, Namgung Cheon momentarily hesitated.

Ting!

When he flicked the teacup with his finger, a clear sound pierced Namgung Myeong’s ears as sharply as a steel needle.

“Ugh!”

“Clan Leader.”

Namgung Cheon gently but firmly corrected Namgung Myeong’s improper form of address.

“This is not a place for father and son.”

Despite Namgung Myeong’s groan, there was no trace of concern to be found in Namgung Cheon.

“My apologies, Clan Leader.”

Namgung Myeong bit his lip and hurriedly reported.

“Dang Cheol-woo of the Dang Family has emerged from his seclusion.”

“Dang Cheol-woo? You mean Am-wang?”

The owner of the voice that interjected with curiosity was Moryong Gil, who had recently passed the clan leadership to his son and stepped down as Supreme Elder.

He was visiting the Namgung Family partly because he had matters to discuss with his close friend Namgung Cheon.

“Yes, that’s correct, Supreme Elder Moyong.”

“Hmm, how could that old man who was on death’s door…?”

Moryong Gil frowned at the unbelievable news.

“And then?”

What Namgung Cheon was curious about was what happened next.

Where Am-wang, who had broken his seclusion, was headed was more important.

“It appears he headed toward Shaolin Temple.”

“Shaolin?”

“Yes.”

“A man about to die went to Shaolin? Don’t tell me the Snow White Poison Demon’s poison was somehow cured?”

“…I wasn’t able to determine that much.”

“You couldn’t determine it?”

Namgung Cheon’s face contorted in an instant.

“Didn’t you confirm when that Dang Family bastard left Sichuan?”

“The security was extremely tight… And his movements were too sudden…”

A cold silence descended upon the room.

At times like this, Namgung Myeong felt as if he were alone, isolated in the North Sea.

“I told you not to take your eyes off the Dang Family! And you missed it?”

“I’m sorry! Fath- Clan Leader!”

Namgung Myeong quickly prostrated himself on the floor in apology.

“Do I ask much of you?”

“No, you do not!”

“I only told you to do what you’re assigned properly! How can I pass the clan leadership to you like this!”

“Please, forgive me…”

Namgung Myeong broke out in cold sweat as he begged for forgiveness.

“Tsk tsk. Pathetic fool. If you were even half like my child, I wouldn’t be this frustrated!”

Namgung Cheon clicked his tongue while looking down at Namgung Myeong.

“Find out immediately why Am-wang suddenly went to Shaolin Temple, what he intends to do there, and what condition his body is in – use any means necessary!”

“I’ll hurry as much as possible!”

He didn’t want to stay in this place for even a moment longer.

Namgung Myeong hastily fled from the clan leader’s chamber as if escaping.

“Sigh.”

After he left, Moryong Gil shook his head and spoke to his friend.

“Your child is well past forty. How long will you treat him like a stranger? Shouldn’t you be more lenient by now?”

Namgung Cheon drank his tea silently.

“Or like me, how wonderful it is to entrust the burden to your son and live freely.”

Moryong Gil spread both arms wide as if comfortable.

“Let go of your greed. Then peace of mind will…”

“That’s why you’re inadequate.”

Namgung Cheon cut off Moryong Gil’s words.

“Peace of mind, my foot.”

“Haha, I’m saying this because I pity you.”

“Pity? I pity you more. And this greed is what brought me to this position.”

“Yes, I know. One of the ten people who compete for supremacy in the world, one of the Ten Masters, aren’t you?”

“Yet I still can’t use the title Sword Master! How dare anyone compare themselves to my name with swords?”

Among the Ten Masters, only two had three-character titles.

Righteous Sword Master Namgung Cheon and Demonic Sword Master Tak Joong-hak.

Since both wielded swords, the title Sword Master couldn’t be given to just one person.

So they were distinguished as the Sword Master of the righteous faction and the Sword Master of the Demonic Sect.

However, Tak Joong-hak doesn’t use that name, saying he cannot place himself on equal footing with his lord, the Demon Lord Cheonma.

Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t the Demonic Sword Master.

“Yes, yes. I understand. Your greed for swords, I know it well. That’s why you went to such lengths to get Gan Jiang…”

Bang!

Namgung Cheon glared fiercely and struck the table with his fist.

The table, unable to withstand his rage, shattered into pieces.

That wasn’t the end of it.

Tremendous energy waves surged toward Moryong Gil.

“Ugh!”

The teacup in front of him overturned, spilling tea toward him.

“If you want to protect what you passed to your son, watch your mouth.”

“Always with that temper of yours.”

Even at Namgung Cheon’s cold warning, Moryong Gil was busy brushing off the tea that had splashed on him.

“Gil!”

“Alright, alright!”

When Namgung Cheon revealed subtle killing intent, only then did Moryong Gil nervously glance around and mime sewing his mouth shut with his hands.

“Sword Master – that title must belong to me alone.”

“Then bring it out soon. How long do you plan to hide it? If you wield that, surely it will be so, won’t it?”

“It’s still too early.”

One final loose end remained.

Am-wang, Dang Cheol-woo.

Only when he died would that day’s incident finally come to an end.

“After putting a definitive period to it.”

It wouldn’t be too late to reveal it to the world then.

“Am-wang aside, why are you so obsessed with the Dang Family? Don’t tell me you’re trying to find even the dead Cheon Su-dok-hwa?”

“I can’t be certain she’s dead.”

“It’s been 17 years, 17 years. If she were alive, she would have caught our attention by now, and if she’s dead, it’s been long enough for her to return to dust with only bones remaining.”

Moryong Gil earnestly tried to persuade his friend as if begging him to finally change his mind.

“Let’s finish our past with Am-wang. It’s time to introduce those things to the world. You’ll become the Sword Master you’ve longed for so much, and my son… hahaha.”

Moryong Gil trailed off his words and let out an awkward laugh.

He was rolling his eyes busily, checking to see if he might be provoking Namgung Cheon’s anger again.

At this, Namgung Cheon let out a snicker and muttered.

“There’s no old greed like that old greed. That tenacious life should just pass on. Tsk.”

“That’s why he went to Shaolin Temple, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Wasn’t it all because of Shaolin Temple that we couldn’t end things cleanly back then?”

“Hmm.”

Namgung Cheon made a displeased expression at the old memory.

“He probably went to leave his last words. At the very least, he wouldn’t want to leave his daughter on the Martial Arts Alliance’s public enemy list before dying, would he? If he’s going to build even a false grave.”

It was a reasonable deduction.

As Namgung Cheon nodded and seemed to agree, Moryong Gil drove the point home.

“Am-wang couldn’t have been unaware that we were watching him. So he must have taken that body and secretly gone all the way to Henan.”

“…”

“Let’s resolve this now. Now that he’s crawled out of the Tang Clan on his own feet is our chance!”

“The road from Henan to Sichuan is quite treacherous.”

Finally, permission fell from Namgung Cheon’s lips.

Moryong Gil’s eyes were colored with joy at achieving his goal.

“Let’s tie up loose ends properly this time.”

Seventeen years, a full seventeen years.

The time that Namgung Cheon and Moryong Gil had endured.

Once they settled their long and tenacious connection with the Dang Family, what remained for them was a leap toward higher places.

Dang Yeong-ryeong was trapped alone, cut off from the world.

She sat cross-legged in the quiet space, disciplining her mind and body while simply enduring time.

She felt neither hunger nor sleepiness. Like someone who had given up on life, she suppressed all her instincts.

One day passed like this, then two days, then several days and nights flowed by.

Creak— Clank!

Suddenly the door of Chamhoe-dong opened, breaking the silence.

“Come out.”

The owner of the familiar voice was Gong-gak Monk, the head of Gyeyul-won.

‘Come out?’

Dang Yeong-ryeong was bewildered, unable to understand the reason.

Shaolin was compassionate but strict in its discipline.

Especially toward sinners like herself, they were even less lenient.

Hadn’t she invaded Yaksajeon and tried to steal the Great Return Pill?

But why was he telling her to come out?

Since asking wouldn’t likely get her an answer, Dang Yeong-ryeong quietly stood up and followed Gong-gak Master’s command.

“This path is…?”

As she had suspected, it was the path leading outside Chamhoe-dong.

Dang Yeong-ryeong looked at Gong-gak Master with puzzled eyes, but he just walked silently with the same stern expression as always.

Finally, the thick iron gate of Chamhoe-dong opened and Dang Yeong-ryeong came outside.

Just as she was letting out the breath she had been holding in that stuffy place.

“Grandmother! It’s me! I’m here! Grandmother!”

The lively voice of her beloved and missed granddaughter struck her eardrums.

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