The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 167

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Chapter 167

Moryong Gil and Mo-yong U personally came out to the main gate and looked down at the end of the long main road.

“So now there are rumors of a love affair between our Cheong-a and that Yang family brat?”

His voice was calm, but the hand gripping his sword was pale white without a trace of blood.

“There are vulgar rumors spreading about intimate pleasures and even a hundred-year marriage pact, too lowly to even speak of.”

“The source is naturally the Shinchang Yang Clan, right?”

This was their scheme to completely block Mo Yong-cheong-a’s marriage prospects and have that Yang family brat claim her.

“What an outrageous thing to do.”

“How much must they look down on our main residence to do such a thing.”

“Originally, once one tastes power and wealth, they lose all fear.”

Moryong Gil’s gaze toward the road narrowed.

“Father, they seem to be coming.”

“Indeed.”

In the distance, two carriages were racing toward them, kicking up dust.

The flag symbolizing the Shinchang Yang Clan was fluttering on the leading carriage.

Neighing!

Shortly after, the two carriages stopped in front of the Mo Yong Family Entrance.

Yang Ja-seong hurriedly jumped down from the first carriage.

As soon as he saw Moryong Gil and Mo-yong U, he neatly adjusted his attire.

Yang Ja-seong was inwardly quite pleased that both Moyong Tae-sang, the supreme family head, and Mo-yong U, the family head, had personally come out to greet him.

‘Indeed, nothing is as fearsome as rumors.’

Now, whether they liked it or not, the Moyong Family would have no choice but to accept him as their son-in-law.

‘Cheong-a!’

How much his heart had ached because of Mo Yong-cheong-a all this time.

Yang Ja-seong tried to hide his joy and respectfully bowed to the two elders.

“Moyong Tae-sang Family Head, Moyong Family Head. I pay my respects. I am Yang Ja-seong.”

“Ah yes, so you’re that bastard.”

“…?”

Moryong Gil’s tone was somewhat strange, but Yang Ja-seong thought it was understandable given the situation with Mo Yong-cheong-a.

‘I just need to do well!’

Yang Ja-seong recited the lines he had practiced dozens of times in his head on the way here.

“The reason I have urgently sought out the Moyong Family like this is…”

“You want to marry Cheong-a?”

“Yes! That’s correct!”

Yang Ja-seong eagerly answered Moryong Gil, who had cut off his words, without sensing any ominous feeling.

“Though I am greatly lacking, I will definitely make Cheong-a happy…!”

“How noisy.”

Swish!

Before Yang Ja-seong could finish speaking, Moryong Gil’s hand moved in a flash.

Slash!

The sword energy drew a half-moon arc, and Yang Ja-seong’s shoulder was instantly severed.

Suddenly, an arm floated up before his eyes.

Yang Ja-seong stared at it with dazed eyes.

‘Whose arm is that? The fabric looks familiar?’

Just as such useless thoughts occurred to him, blood gushed out like a fountain followed by tremendous pain.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Only then did Yang Ja-seong clutch his severed shoulder and scream.

“How dare the likes of the Shinchang Yang Clan threaten the Moyong Family?”

Though his skills were inferior to Righteous Sword Master Namgung Cheon, Moryong Gil was also an absolute master who had reached the Hwa-gyeong realm.

At his thunderous roar, the Poison Dragon Squad who had come as Yang Ja-seong’s escorts dared not step forward.

They instinctively knew that if they drew their swords here, it wouldn’t end with just Yang Ja-seong’s arm.

“Go and tell Yang Gun-cheol! If he doesn’t come personally to kneel and apologize, I’ll mobilize all my power to destroy the Yang Family!”

After glaring at the frozen Poison Dragon Squad for a while, Moryong Gil turned around, his robes fluttering.

“What, what are you doing! Stop the bleeding! Quickly bring medicine!”

The Poison Dragon Squad leader shouted and hastily pressed acupoints on Yang Ja-seong’s shoulder.

“Uwahhh!”

Thanks to this, the bleeding stopped, but the area in front of the Mo Yong Family Entrance was covered with Yang Ja-seong’s agonized groans for a long time.

Yu-un, who had decided to leave for Hefei with us, returned to the Hwangbo Household to pay his final respects, then came to the inn where we were staying the next day.

“This is all your luggage?”

“Yes. Just some books and a few clothes.”

“Is the Heavenly Confusion Technique also in your bundle?”

“…!”

Why are you so surprised?

I’ve been pretending not to know all this time.

When Yu-un’s already large eyes became as big as marbles, I sat him down, telling him to calm down.

“How, how did you know?”

Well, because I saw it in the original work.

But since I couldn’t reveal that directly, I made up a suitable excuse.

“How would I know? Uncle Hwangbo Un told me.”

“Father did?”

“He consulted with Grandmother. He said he was worried about his son who was learning the Heavenly Confusion Technique. He asked us to look after you if something went wrong with you in the future.”

“Father…!”

As if reminded of his deceased father, moisture welled up in Yu-un’s eyes.

He looks even more handsome when he cries too.

Is it because he’s the owner of beauty second only to Eok I-geon?

“Father said that if the existence of the Heavenly Confusion Technique became known to the world, great misfortune would befall us. So he said it must never be revealed to anyone, but I suppose Lady Dang was an exception.”

Hmm, Grandmother doesn’t actually know this fact yet, but let’s pretend I didn’t hear that.

“How is your body lately? Any seizures, or times when you can’t remember certain moments? Nothing like that happened?”

“…Don’t tell me Father told you about that too?”

“Of course.”

I shamelessly nodded my head.

“That’s why he consulted with Grandmother. I just happened to overhear.”

“Actually… I did lose my memory briefly not long ago. They said I acted quite violently. Fortunately, no one was hurt.”

Yu-un’s voice trembled as he explained.

“I just thought it was severe melancholia… Is there a problem with the Heavenly Confusion Technique?”

Yes, because it’s fake.

Of course, I couldn’t say that, so I put on a serious act with all sorts of pretentious expressions before speaking as if I had made a decision.

“Could I perhaps take a look at it?”

“You, Miss Tak?”

“No!”

What do you take me for!

“The young master is here, isn’t he? You know, right? That our young master is a genius.”

I grabbed the hand of Eok I-geon, who was sitting beside me.

In the original work, when Eok I-geon killed Namgung Cheon, Yu-un was so moved that he came to become his subordinate, and while practicing the fake Heavenly Confusion Technique, he nearly fell into qi deviation.

Eok I-geon saved him and even taught him other martial arts, which became an opportunity for Yu-un to show even greater loyalty.

If it was Eok I-geon, he would surely be able to tell that the Heavenly Confusion Technique was fake.

“Try trusting and entrusting it to him. He’s a genius recognized by our Grandmother, Great-Grandfather, and maternal Grandfather.”

I instilled the word “genius” into the hesitating Yu-un as if brainwashing him.

Then Yu-un actually pulled out a martial arts manual from his bundle.

From the outside, it looked no different from an ordinary book, but when he turned the pages, the atmosphere was different.

(In the order of the universe, the magnificent galaxy flows, stars shine in their designated places, this is heaven).

In the order of the universe, the magnificent Milky Way flows, and stars shine in their designated places, this is heaven.

When the flow of heaven is twisted, chaos arises, and starlight loses its brilliance, trapped in darkness.

As the boundary between heaven and earth becomes blurred, heaven and earth will overturn and a new order will devour the world.

Finally, order will collapse and new chaos will…

Thud!

Eok I-geon, who had been reading the martial arts manual, slammed the table and clicked his tongue.

“I don’t know who it was, but they made this well. They used the character ‘hun’ from Honcheon very cleverly.”

“What does that mean?”

“From my guess, whoever created this fake Honcheon technique probably has the original. And here, this passage: ‘Heaven and earth will overturn and a new order will devour the world’—they deliberately changed Honcheon to Yeokcheon .”

Eok I-geon stared intently at Yu-un.

“Are you certain this book came from the Ancestral Grounds of Geommyeong Mountain Manor?”

“…I don’t remember well since I was young, but I think my elder brother emphasized that this was the one thing I must keep.”

“This is a Blood Sect martial art.”

“Huh? What?”

At the mention of Blood Sect, Yu-un’s face turned pale.

“Not all of it, but several incantations are definitely taken from the Blood Sect’s Yeokcheon Blood Art .”

“Then what happens if someone learns this?”

“What happens? The goal of this martial art is to create someone who has lost their reason and is mad for slaughter. They become a lunatic who seeks only blood. In the end, they’ll either die at someone’s hands or burn through all their true essence and die as a cripple. Of course, they’ll take tens of thousands of lives in the process.”

“Gasp! How could this be…!”

Yu-un sobbed upon learning that the Honcheon technique he treasured like his life was fake.

For him, who had dreamed only of the day he would learn this supposedly greatest martial art of all time and take revenge, this must be like his world collapsing.

“Someone created this with the purpose of bringing chaos to the Martial Arts World. Disguised under the name Honcheon technique.”

“That’s what we have to assume. Are there still descendants of the Blood Sect remaining…”

Eok I-geon muttered, seeming disturbed that Blood Sect martial arts were mixed into the Honcheon technique.

“Yu-un, it’s unfortunate, but think of it as fortunate that you found out now.”

If you had continued learning this, you really could have died.

I tried to comfort Yu-un and pat his shoulder… but Eok I-geon glared at me, so I had no choice but to withdraw my hand.

Then how about a handkerchief?

I was about to take out my handkerchief and hand it to Yu-un, but Eok I-geon snatched that away too. Then he gave Yu-un his own.

“Wipe your tears.”

“Th-thank you.”

Hey, then you should give mine back, why are you putting it in your sleeve?

When I stared at him in bewilderment, Eok I-geon avoided my gaze and sipped his tea.

Really!

“Father…”

Yu-un crying was truly pretty and pitiful, but what I was about to say was today’s main point.

“Yu-un, shall we use this fake Honcheon technique to give the Namgung Family a taste of their own medicine?”

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