The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 150
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Chapter 150
Bang!
The anger she had barely been holding back finally exploded the moment she arrived at her quarters.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
As soon as the door closed, Mo Yong-cheong-a let out her resentment like a scream. Even seeing his sister in such a state, Mo Yong-hu simply walked quietly to the table and sat down.
He knew well that no words would provide comfort right now.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
The guesthouse of the Sichuan Dang Family was filled with Mo Yong-cheong-a’s cries of anguish. At least she had retained a shred of reason, so she didn’t lay hands on the objects in the room.
Namgung San.
The engagement with him had already been decided before Mo Yong-cheong-a was even born.
Due to the indoctrination from her grandfather and parents, Mo Yong-cheong-a had lived since childhood with the unwavering belief that Namgung San was her only match.
Then around the age of thirteen, on the day she first saw Namgung San, Mo Yong-cheong-a made a resolution.
She would never let anyone take him away from her.
Until now, no one had dared to stand in her way.
‘But what? Seolha?’
She was a child with a rather pretty face, the adopted granddaughter of Cheon Su-dok-hwa who had returned after 17 years to reclaim her status.
When Namgung San suddenly confessed his feelings to that country bumpkin who had rubbed her the wrong way from first sight, Mo Yong-cheong-a wondered if this was a dream.
As a scene she had never once imagined unfolded before her eyes, her mind went blank and her vision momentarily became hazy.
Namgung San had always been nothing but kind and warm to her.
He was a man of upright and honest character, and above all, strong in responsibility.
That same Namgung San had broken their engagement in front of everyone.
This was behavior that didn’t match his character.
“Definitely!”
The look in Seolha’s eyes as she had stared at her impertinently came to mind.
“That wench must have seduced him first!”
“I think I fell for you the moment I first saw you, Miss. I may be lacking in many ways, but if someone like me is acceptable to you, would you please go out with me?”
Namgung San’s confession continued to echo in Mo Yong-cheong-a’s ears like a reverberation.
“How dare you steal what’s mine?”
Her fingertips trembled. Venom slowly filled her fiercely opened eyes.
“Do you think I’ll just let this slide?”
Backing down here was something neither she nor the Moyong Family could tolerate.
“I’ll destroy her. I’ll teach her a harsh lesson so she never covets what belongs to others again!”
At Mo Yong-cheong-a’s venomous thoughts, Mo Yong-hu let out a deep sigh.
‘How did it…’
Come to this?
Resentment toward Namgung San also bloomed in his chest.
Mo Yong-hu had known from the beginning that Namgung San had little interest in Mo Yong-cheong-a.
Strictly speaking, Namgung San felt no great interest not just in his sister, but in women in general.
His interest was only in one thing: following his grandfather, the Sword Saint, to become the greatest in swordsmanship.
‘Still, I thought he would marry without incident and grow to care for her…’
Who could have known that stone Buddha would fall for a woman?
“Tsk!”
Mo Yong-hu clicked his tongue and shouted.
“Is anyone outside?”
At Mo Yong-hu’s call, Jang Seok, the deputy leader of the Seonpung Squad who had come as an escort, entered.
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Tell the main residence that Namgung San broke the engagement at the Cheong-yeon Assembly.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Cheong-a.”
After Jang Seok left, Mo Yong-hu approached his sister with an affectionate tone.
“What!”
Still unable to calm her anger, Mo Yong-cheong-a glared at her brother while fuming.
“Calm down for now.”
“What am I lacking?”
“This isn’t about blaming you, Cheong-a. I’ll talk to San-i, so don’t just be angry…”
“Bring me alcohol! I’m going to drink myself into a stupor alone today and pass out!”
Mo Yong-hu suppressed the sigh that was trying to escape.
The only way to appease Mo Yong-cheong-a right now seemed to be alcohol, as she wished.
Mo Yong-hu disliked wasteful endeavors. Moreover, at times like this, whatever he said would only fuel his sister’s anger.
‘Sigh.’
Mo Yong-hu left the room and instructed the maids to bring a drinking table.
“Brother Yang.”
Just then, Yang Ja-seong was trudging over.
“How is Ha-rin doing?”
Though his head ached from Mo Yong-cheong-a’s situation, it was proper to ask now.
“Don’t even mention it. She’s got iron poison rising to her face, causing such a commotion. Whew!”
Yang Ja-seong had essentially fled here to escape Yang Ha-rin’s tantrum.
“She’s throwing such a fit asking me to call Grandfather, honestly.”
“Didn’t you say the Supreme Family Head was nearby?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly why Ha-rin is making such a fuss.”
Yang Ja-seong shuddered as if disgusted.
“But your expression looks rather dark. Did something happen?”
“Me?”
Mo Yong-hu rubbed his face with his palm.
“San-i came.”
“Namgung San? I thought he couldn’t come because of those strange rumors, but he came after all?”
Mo Yong-hu nodded with a bitter smile.
“Then isn’t that good news?”
“…San-i broke off the engagement. In front of everyone.”
“What?”
Yang Ja-seong blinked his eyes wide as if dumbfounded.
“What happened next is an even bigger problem.”
“…?”
“He immediately confessed to that wench Seolha.”
“Cr-crazy! So what about Cheong-a?”
Yang Ja-seong became as indignant as if it were his own affair, then hurried to Mo Yong-cheong-a.
‘Right, it would be better to have a drinking companion.’
Thinking he should leave tonight to his friend and spend it comfortably himself, Mo Yong-hu left the guesthouse.
“What happened?”
As soon as Seolha left, Tak Joong-hak asked Eok I-geon through voice transmission.
Meanwhile, King Dang Cheol-woo observed the expressions of the late-stage masters who were glancing over from afar. Fortunately, they showed no hostility.
“You need not worry.”
Since demonic energy had erupted at the main hall of the Sichuan Tang School, Eok I-geon could fully guess what thoughts had brought Tak Joong-hak and the King here.
“If it had been real demonic energy, would they have remained still?”
At Eok I-geon’s confidence, relief finally entered the eyes of the two masters.
Come to think of it, the demonic energy they had sensed from Eok I-geon did feel different from before.
“Perhaps….”
Dang Cheol-woo suddenly recalled words that had brushed past his ears and asked.
“Just now, I heard the word ‘Mabul’ mentioned among them. Is that it?”
Ma and Bul .
It was a strangely ambiguous term.
Eok I-geon nodded and answered calmly.
“Along with demonic energy, I also unleashed the Buddhist power of Gyeong-oe Gi-hyeol.”
“You mean the energy of Daehwandan?”
From Eok I-geon’s body, traces of Buddhist energy still lingered faintly.
“Yes. I tried adding the energy of Daehwandan accumulated in Gyeong-oe Gi-hyeol to the demonic energy.”
Adding demonic energy to Daehwandan.
Weren’t these polar opposite energies that couldn’t mix or combine, like water and oil?
The more one knew about Gyeong-oe Gi-hyeol, the more truly amazing it was.
“Seeing that, they understood it as Mabul on their own.”
“So that’s how you became Mabul. Hehe!”
Dang Cheol-woo, who had been relieved, suddenly wiped away his smile and looked directly at Eok I-geon.
“You, this wasn’t a coincidence.”
Just now, Eok I-geon had said he tried adding the energy of Daehwandan to demonic energy. That meant it wasn’t something that happened by chance, but something he deliberately aimed for.
“Seolha’s internal energy exceeds one jiazi. Isn’t it too wasteful to just suppress it?”
“So you’re saying all this was for my great-granddaughter?”
“Since she keeps forming connections with Jeongpa, I was just trying to find a way.”
“You, perhaps our Seolha….”
When Dang Cheol-woo was about to ask something, Eok I-geon gestured behind them with his eyes and said.
“Cheon-sin-mun can be described as a secular sect of Podallap Palace Esoteric Sect.”
As soon as Eok I-geon finished his explanation, the later generation masters who had been watching from a distance slowly approached.
“We greet Elder Am-wang. I am Peng Gi-jun of the Peng Family of Hebei, and this is my younger brother Peng Gi-o.”
The Peng brothers bowed respectfully to Am-wang.
“I am Jegal Mu-geuk of the Jegal Family.”
“I am Yeon U-seong of the Ak-yang Yeon Family.”
Thinking this was the right moment, everyone competed to greet Am-wang.
There were rumors that he was equal to Namgung Cheon, the Righteous Sword among the Ten Supremes.
Though the Moyong Family and Shinchang Yang Clan seemed skeptical, there were many witnesses and the details were quite specific, so it was likely true.
Even if only half the circulating rumors were true, it was certain that Am-wang had reached the Transcendent realm.
Meeting a master who had reached the Transcendent realm wasn’t easy even for the scions of the Five Great Families.
Their eyes toward Am-wang sparkled like stars in the sky.
Not knowing what kind of person Tak Joong-hak beside him was.
“This is Master Tak, Seolha’s grandfather. Go ahead and greet him.”
“It’s an honor to meet you like this!”
“We were just admiring Young Lady Tak’s prowess!”
“Haha, is that so?”
Though he could have been flustered by the sudden situation, Tak Joong-hak handled it composedly.
“More than that, you must have been quite surprised by Young Master Eok.”
“Not at all. It feels like we’ve broadened our perspective and developed our insight, so we’re rather pleased.”
“I’m grateful you say that. Since our sect is different from pure Jungwon traditions, we sometimes face misunderstandings. We’re always careful not to be branded as heretical demons, so I’m truly grateful you view us with righteous eyes.”
Tak Joong-hak’s eloquence was very smooth.
“We understand. If we hadn’t known about Shaolin Temple’s actions, honestly, we might have misunderstood too. The energy was that….”
Peng Gi-jun shuddered once at the sensation of the vivid demonic energy he had first encountered.
“Yet feeling the warm energy of Buddha as well… it was an indescribable experience.”
“By chance, what do you call such energy in Cheon-sin-mun?”
“…We call it Mabul-gi (Demon-Buddha Energy).”
“Ohhh!”
Yeon U-seong burst into admiration, saying it sounded like a wonderful name with the mysterious charm that opposites bring.
Beside him, Jegal Mu-geuk seemed lost in thought about something.
“…?”
Then Dang Cheol-woo’s gaze caught sight of Namgung San standing alone and dazed, separated from the others.
Since the Namgung Family side had thought no guests would come, he found it somewhat puzzling.
“Young Master Eok’s Mabul-gi was truly amazing! Such strong Mabul-gi that it made the entire training ground stir. I’m very curious about what Cheon-sin-mun’s martial arts might be like!”
“Come to think of it, if you’re Young Lady Tak’s grandfather….”
“By any chance, is Master Tak the sect leader of Cheon-sin-mun?”
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