The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 156
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Chapter 156
As Yang Ha-rin and Yang Gun-cheol disappeared, the atmosphere in the Training Grounds became much lighter.
“Wow! Miss Tak’s skills are truly amazing!”
The first to speak was, as expected, the future Dang’s Uncle, Yeon U-seong.
“Since you’re a disciple of Cheon-sin-mun, I suspected you might have a hidden card up your sleeve, but this exceeds my imagination! What kind of place is Cheon-sin-mun exactly?”
Cheon-sin-mun is, well…
Hmm…
I don’t really have anything appropriate to say.
“Haha, you flatter me.”
In times like this, it was best to deflect with laughter and humility.
“It seems you held back during the first day’s matches.”
Jegal Mu-geuk approached and greeted me with a cupped fist salute. Then, as if something was bothering him, he tilted his head before bringing his hands together in prayer.
What?
Why the sudden prayer gesture?
Though puzzled, I followed his lead and put my hands together in prayer.
“I was also amazed by Miss Tak’s martial prowess. This thing called Buddhist martial arts is truly fascinating. It feels different from Young Master Jeok.”
“…Is that so?”
“How should I put it… If Young Master Jeok is like a fearsome Buddha wielding a harsh rod, then Miss, you’re like a stern but warmer Buddha.”
That’s because my Buddhist martial power has grown stronger due to the Wind Soul Pill I absorbed through the medicinal spring.
“Seeing Miss’s internal energy, even the slightest doubt has vanished. Guanyin Bodhisattva!”
That means he was still harboring doubts until now?
Indeed, not just anyone can become a strategist for the Martial Arts Alliance.
Jegal Mu-geuk seemed to be a much more cautious type than I had thought.
“Guanyin Bodhisattva.”
I followed his lead, chanting the Buddhist invocation while putting my hands together again.
But is Cheon-sin-mun really being confirmed as a Buddhist sect like this?
There’s no way Sifu will find out about this later, right?
The lie I told to avoid crisis was snowballing and expanding its influence.
Thanks to it, I could hide being a demonic practitioner, but I was also anxious that someone might actually want to join the real Cheon-sin-mun.
“Sect Leader!”
“Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva!”
Just then, the Peng Brothers suddenly put their hands together and bowed toward someone behind me.
Huh? Sect Leader?
Don’t tell me it’s the sect leader of our Cheon-sin-mun?
I quickly turned around to see Grandpa Tak standing at the end of the Training Grounds.
‘Grandfather!’
He must have come out because he was worried about my match…
Since when did Grandfather become the sect leader of Cheon-sin-mun?
No, but is this really okay?
“…Guanyin Bodhisattva.”
Oh my!
Just as I was about to explain that there seemed to be some misunderstanding, Grandpa Tak put his hands together in prayer toward the Peng Brothers.
The gesture was so natural that I couldn’t tell for a moment whether this was reality or not.
What brought me back to my senses was Peng Gi-jun’s Buddhist devotion.
“May you attain enlightenment!”
“…May you also attain enlightenment. Hehe, hehehe!”
Grandpa Tak avoided my gaze and laughed while looking at the distant mountains.
But why did it look like he was crying to me?
All I could say was this:
‘Grandfather, I’m sorry.’
I didn’t want this to happen either.
At the time when the Training Grounds was bustling with talk about Seolha and Cheon-sin-mun.
“Cheong-a! Cheong-a! Please open this door. Let’s talk with your brother. Please?”
Yang Gun-cheol, who had entered the Guest Hall, spotted his grandson Yang Ja-seong and flew into a rage.
“Seong, you rascal! Your grandfather has come, yet you don’t even come out to see me and what are you doing here!”
“…G-Grandfather?”
Yang Ja-seong, who had been pleading in front of Mo Yong-cheong-a’s room, gasped upon seeing Yang Gun-cheol.
“Your face…!”
His granddaughter’s face was a mess with bruises blooming, and now his grandson had scabs here and there, looking exactly like he’d been beaten up somewhere.
“Which bastard did this!”
He was already on the verge of exploding with rage from various frustrations.
Yang Ja-seong’s appearance was like pouring oil on Yang Gun-cheol’s inner fire.
“N-Nothing! Grandfather, I’m fine!”
When asked who did this, he says it’s nothing?
Moreover, he claims he’s fine?
“Deok-hong.”
Yang Gun-cheol glared at his grandson while calling for the leader of the Whirlwind Corps.
Then Deok-hong had his subordinate bring someone over.
“Du-yeong, report.”
Du-yeong was a member of the Whirlwind Corps who had come to the Cheongyeon Branch as an escort for Yang Ja-seong and Yang Ha-rin.
“Who made the young master’s face like that?”
“It was Young Master Moyong of the Moyong Family.”
“What? The Moyong Family?”
At the unexpected answer, Yang Gun-cheol laughed bitterly in disbelief.
Mo Yong-hu, the young clan leader of the Moyong Family, was born around the same time as Yang Ja-seong and was the same age.
Being naturally gifted in martial arts, his martial skills were superior to his grandson Yang Ja-seong. Yang Gun-cheol acknowledged this fact.
However, for his face to be in such a state meant it was nothing short of one-sided violence. The difference in their skills was definitely not that great.
“What was the reason?”
“Well…”
After hesitating for a moment, Du-yeong squeezed his eyes shut and reported.
“Last night, the young master and Miss Moyong slept together.”
“…Did you just say they slept together?”
“Yes, Grand Elder.”
Mo Yong-cheong-a was engaged to Namgung San.
She was going to become the daughter-in-law of the Namgung Family soon.
But what?
She slept with his grandson?
Not only Yang Ja-seong, but that girl Mo Yong-cheong-a was clearly out of her mind too.
“So Mo Yong-hu got angry knowing this and beat Seong’s face like that?”
“That is correct. And…”
“Don’t drag it out and speak quickly!”
“…All the juniors saw it.”
“Saw what?”
“The two of them… sleeping together… Young Master Namgung was there too.”
“Namgung San attended the Cheongyeon Branch?”
Since he couldn’t even see his face, he naturally assumed he hadn’t come.
Yang Gun-cheol roughly knew Namgung San’s temperament.
The fact that he didn’t even greet him meant he was severely shocked by this incident and was staying secluded.
‘Oh my, Duya.’
After confirming Am-wang’s level, his head was already aching, and now after his granddaughter, his grandson had caused a major incident.
If this fact became known to the Namgung and Moyong sides, the backlash would naturally head toward the Shinchang Yang Clan.
Namgung Cheon and Moryong Gil.
Those cunning snakes would be more than capable of framing his grandson for raping Mo Yong-cheong-a.
Weren’t they the ones who made the Dark Four leader a public enemy of the martial arts world?
“Are you certain that all the juniors saw it?”
“Yes, Supreme Clan Leader. Not only the juniors, but quite a few maids from the Dang Family were there as well.”
“That’s fortunate then.”
Since there were many witnesses.
“Go inside and explain the situation from that time in detail.”
He needed to prepare countermeasures before this incident reached Namgung Cheon and Moryong Gil.
“What are you doing! Come along!”
Watching Yang Ja-seong pacing back and forth in front of the woman’s room like a dog that needed to relieve itself, Yang Gun-cheol’s anger flared.
“Yes… I’m coming.”
At his grandfather’s stern command, Yang Ja-seong followed along like a cow being dragged to slaughter, filled with fear.
Thud!
As soon as he entered the room, Yang Gun-cheol grabbed the teapot of cold water and gulped it down.
His insides had been burning and twisting since earlier.
“Man to man, I’m asking you. Why did you do it?”
“…I like Cheong-a!”
“What?”
“It just so happened that Namgung San told Cheong-a to break off their engagement…”
“So you immediately slept with her?”
“Well, we were drinking together… our eyes met, and then things got heated… haha, you know what happened next, Grandfather.”
“You, you fool!”
As Yang Gun-cheol gripped the teapot, Yang Ja-seong quickly cowered.
“How can the Clan Leader Soo be so thoughtless? Do you think Namgung Cheon will just let this slide!”
Yang Gun-cheol put down the teapot and let out a deep sigh.
“Deok-hong!”
“Yes, Supreme Clan Leader.”
“Bring Mo-yong U and Mo Yong-cheong-a here.”
“What should we do about the Namgung young master?”
“First, we need to talk with the Moyong Family.”
“Understood!”
After Deok-hong withdrew, Yang Gun-cheol looked at Yang Ja-seong.
“Were you so distracted by women that you managed your brother so poorly?”
“When have you ever seen Ha-rini listen to me? He was just acting crazy on his own…”
“Acting crazy?”
“I mean, well…”
“Instead of defending your brother, look what you’ve done!”
“I, I was wrong.”
“Oh my! Oh my!”
Yang Gun-cheol pounded his chest with his fist as if frustrated.
“My lord!”
Just then, Deok-hong, who had gone outside, rushed urgently back into the room.
“What’s the matter? Why are you alone?”
Yang Gun-cheol’s expression hardened.
“Don’t tell me they refused to come?”
“It’s not that – the Moryong siblings have disappeared.”
“What? Disappeared?”
“Perhaps because of last night’s incident, they fled the Dang Family as if running away!”
“What about Namgung San?”
“The same.”
At Deok-hong’s report, Yang Gun-cheol collapsed and held his forehead with his hand.
His head was throbbing.
‘This isn’t what I came to the Dang Family to see!’
The plan had gone awry – completely and utterly awry.
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