The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 181

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Chapter 181

After a long time soaking my body in hot spring water, I was completely like a fish that had found water.

How frustrating it had been all this time, having nowhere to use this limitless stamina.

Not satisfied with doing freestyle laps twice across the vast hot springs, I even dove deep underwater using diving techniques.

Originally, I had hardly ever swum before, but to reach Macheongtian, I absolutely had to pass through the spring water of Geonyeong-gak.

Through that process, my swimming skills naturally improved.

Perhaps because it was hot spring water rather than cold water, swimming was quite enjoyably different.

“Lady Seolha, were you a fish in your previous life?”

When I came out onto land, Seo-ryeon asked as if she had been waiting.

She seemed genuinely amazed by my swimming skills.

“That’s right. How did you get so good at swimming while this old woman wasn’t watching?”

Shin Geum, who had been eating food from a bundle with Seo-ryeon, also tilted her head while looking at me.

Unable to tell the truth as it was, I gave a vague excuse.

“Well, it’s because of my internal energy. If I couldn’t do this much with three cycles’ worth of internal energy, would I even be human?”

“The method of using internal energy underwater is a bit different though.”

Ah, why does she have to dig so deep into everything?

To reduce Grandmother’s suspicion, I pretended to be hungry and made a fuss while getting dressed. I had already dried off the water with my internal energy.

“Lady Seolha, that mole on the back of your left shoulder is really fascinating to see again.”

Then Seo-ryeon spoke while looking at the mole on my back.

“This?”

I turned my head as far left as possible and glanced at the back of my shoulder.

“I’ve had that since I was a newborn baby.”

“Really?”

“The five red dots look just like stars, so I call it my star mole.”

“Wow, star mole. That’s such a pretty name!”

“Don’t you have any moles like this, Seo-ryeon?”

“I had a big Mongolian spot on my bottom when I was little. Fortunately, it’s gone now. Hehe.”

“Grandmother, did I have anything like a Mongolian spot?”

Having finished dressing, I sat next to Shin Geum and put a dumpling in my mouth.

“You were just like white jade. Look how pale you still are.”

“Grandpa Tak did say that Mother was particularly fair-skinned.”

“That’s right. Your mother was like that.”

As if reminded of Mother, Grandmother’s expression was about to darken.

She’s the grandmother who still regrets not being able to escape together that day.

“Ah, I miss our Shin Geum’s dumplings!”

At times like this, it was polite to change the subject.

“Me too! I really want to eat Lady Dang’s dumplings!”

Seo-ryeon made a sad face following my lead.

“These are edible too. They’re just cold.”

“Don’t say that, can’t you show off your skills once, Grandmother?”

“What?”

“You said the Namgung Family matter was settled. Then you have time to cook, don’t you?”

“You child! Should this old woman have to go into the kitchen even here!”

Grandmother flicked my head as if exasperated.

“Ugh, I just miss Grandmother’s cooking!”

“Be quiet, and get up now. The sun’s setting.”

“We’re leaving already?”

“I have to write reports too, this old woman is busy.”

“Tch, fine.”

What could I say when she said she was busy?

As soon as Seo-ryeon and I finished cleaning up the food, we retraced our steps back.

It was when we had almost reached the inn.

“Grandmother, am I seeing things?”

“Me too…”

Seo-ryeon rubbed her eyes, seemingly seeing the same thing as me.

Only Grandmother stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for words.

“You’re just arriving?”

Some neat-looking scholar approached us and spoke.

“…How is Military Advisor Gong here…”

That’s right.

The person who appeared before us was Uncle Gong Pae-cheon, the Gwi-hon Gak-ju.

“Didn’t Lady Dang write in her letter that she missed me?”

What!

Grandmother?

Your ears are really red, aren’t they?

I did advise her not to play hard to get, but I didn’t expect her to say it so directly!

As expected, our grandmother is straightforward.

“I too share the same feelings as Lady Dang, so I couldn’t help but come.”

“…It could be dangerous for you.”

“Couldn’t Lady Dang protect me like before?”

Look how confident this uncle is.

How can he so shamelessly ask a woman to protect him?

But our Shin Geum seems to… like hearing those words?

“Huh.”

They’re a match made in heaven.

Outskirts of Shenyang, Liaoning Province.

On the rooftop of a certain place prepared by the Hao Clan, Noe Yeom-baek was looking at the sunset while gulping down alcohol straight from the bottle.

“San-san.”

Cheok Gwang, the Water Dragon King and head of Janggang Surochai, sat down beside him.

“Why are you calling me by an old nickname, you bastard?”

“I liked that nickname. Mountain Mountain Great Tiger, what a magnificent nickname! I think it’s the greatest nickname in the history of Nok-rim!”

“They say even nonsense has its season, and here’s where that season is.”

Tiger Lord Noe Yeom-baek snorted and lifted the bottle again.

“Why do you keep drinking alcohol you don’t even like?”

Though he carried a bottle every day, Noe Yeom-baek actually hated alcohol.

“Are you still carrying around shoulders?”

At Cheok Gwang’s question, Noe Yeom-baek paused for a moment then spoke irritably.

“Whether others cut shoulders or not, what business is it of yours? If you’re going to babble nonsense from the side, just go down.”

“Was Hong-mae that beautiful?”

“You bastard! Are you crazy and want to die?”

Noe Yeom-baek flared up and grabbed Cheok Gwang by the collar.

Even so, Cheok Gwang didn’t stop talking.

“It’s already been over forty years. Let it go.”

“Let what go? What am I holding onto?”

“Wasn’t it you who became a bandit leader, something not in your destiny, saying you’d find the son taken by bandits? You’ve done enough.”

“Grr!”

At Cheok Gwang’s concerned gaze toward him, Noe Yeom-baek finally released the collar he had grabbed.

“He’s definitely alive. Definitely.”

It was a life sustained by that single thought for a lifetime.

Noe Yeom-baek muttered like a mantra and once again brought the bottle of liquor to his mouth.

In the meantime, the sunset faded and darkness had settled.

Noe Yeom-baek and Cheok Gwang rose from their seats and went down below.

Their faces were flushed red from the alcohol, but their steps were full of strength.

“The liquor must have tasted good.”

Sang Gwan-su and Tal Baek-sal Wang Mag-gon, the owner of Salmak, were waiting for them below.

“How many have gathered at the Moyong Family, they said?”

“It’s exceeded two thousand.”

Sang-gwan-su answered Cheok Gwang’s question.

“I don’t see the Independent Corps.”

“They should be descending Xingxin Mountain by now.”

“You said the drug’s effects would kick in after half a hour?”

“That’s right.”

“We’ll move then.”

Cheok Gwang pointed to himself and Noe Yeom-baek as he reconfirmed the operation.

“The agitation will be handled by our Jang-gang and Nok-rim disguised as wandering warriors.”

“While they’re climbing over the walls, this Salmak will capture Mo Yong-hu and head to Moryong Gil’s quarters. So you must definitely capture Moryong Gil.”

It was a plan to take Makya by using grandson Mo Yong-hu as a hostage.

Noe Yeom-baek seemed inwardly dissatisfied with this operation and frowned, but said nothing else.

“Now then!”

Sang-gwan-su struck his palm with his fan, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Starting with Makya, we’ll get Ganjiang and Huntianqi into our hands. If we succeed!”

He looked over the faces of his companions and grinned.

“We’ll grow by one level, and then Benglian can be reborn as an organization that can stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhengma.”

Sado-ryeon had been constantly rejected and ignored by both the righteous and demonic sides.

However, if they could just get their hands on Ganjiang, Makya, and Huntianqi, it would be possible to stand above Zhengma.

“Ssangbu.”

At a crossroads where the Moyong Family could be seen in the distance, Noe Yeom-baek called out to the branch leader of Sansan Stronghold, Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu.

“Gu-deung.”

Not to be outdone, Cheok Gwang also called out to a branch leader.

Then a giant man carrying twin axes and a man with a shiny bald head stepped forward.

“Tell us how the situation is.”

“The intensity of excitement is growing stronger.”

“Xingxin Mountain seems to be playing its role.”

“They’re ready to climb over the walls with just a slight poke to their sides.”

At Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu and Gu-deung’s responses, Noe Yeom-baek and Cheok Gwang looked at each other and nodded.

“Let’s depart.”

“Let’s do it.”

As the branch leaders’ opinions aligned, Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu and Gu-deung moved simultaneously.

Soon, strangers began infiltrating around the Moyong Family.

They were people from Nok-rim and Jang-gang.

Naturally blending into the crowd, they gradually raised their voices to incite excitement.

“Does a famous sword have a separate owner!”

“With just Makya, even becoming the best under heaven is possible!”

True to being eloquent individuals selected from various regions, the atmosphere was instantly heated up.

More and more people voiced their agreement, and tense anticipation filled the surroundings.

“Makya is mine!”

“Move aside! I was here first!”

“Whoever takes it becomes the owner!”

“Uaaaaaaah!”

Before long, wandering warriors and martial artists intoxicated by Xingxin Mountain and desire began climbing over the walls of the Moyong Family.

The three leaders of Sado-ryeon: Noe Yeom-baek, Cheok Gwang, and Mak-gon.

They too approached the Moyong Family secretly, concealing their presence.

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