The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 182

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Chapter 182

Though it was a dark night, the main estate of the Moryong Family was as bright as broad daylight.

Lanterns and torches installed everywhere pushed back the darkness and illuminated the manor.

Having received his son’s report that the situation outside the manor was unusual, Moryong Gil was ready to burst out at any moment.

His gaze, which appeared calm at first glance, occasionally glanced toward the other side of the bookshelf.

More precisely, toward Makya hidden inside the safe.

The culprit behind this incident.

However, a legendary famous sword he could never give up.

“Yang Gun-cheol…”

The noisier the family estate became, the more his anger toward that man grew uncontrollably.

Light danced chaotically beyond the paper doors. The voices of the thieves could be heard quite close. The resounding determination of the main residence’s martial artists against them also stirred Moryong Gil.

“How dare they invade the Moryong Family!”

“Cut them all down!”

“We must not let a single one escape alive!”

Moryong Gil slowly rose from his seat and drew his sword.

His son had ordered him, the Supreme Family Head, to stay put, but he simply could not do so.

Getting blood on his own hands rather than the family head son was the right thing to do, no matter how many times he thought about it.

This bloodshed would not end with just this once.

Moreover, after today passed, the Moryong Family would also have infamy attached to it like the Namgung Family.

He did not want to burden his son with that load.

‘If we can just overcome this hardship well!’

Eventually, the main family would soar much higher.

Creak.

When he opened the door, cold night air rushed into the study.

Ping!

Just then, a small sound brushed past his ear.

Moryong Gil instinctively twisted his body and swung his sword.

“…!”

But the blade wavered as if caught on something.

‘What is this?’

The thin string wrapped around his sword finally entered Moryong Gil’s sight.

Just as he was about to channel his energy to cut the string, surprisingly, energy was also condensed in the string.

“Who…!”

Moryong Gil’s shout could not continue to the end.

Because something pounced on him faster than that.

Swish!

A chilling sound of cutting through air rang out right nearby.

Moryong Gil gave up on going outside and was forced to leap back into the study.

Creak— Thud!

Then, as if it had been waiting, the study door closed.

Moryong Gil finally realized he had been intentionally trapped in the study.

“Don’t hide cowardly and show yourself!”

The thin string was still wrapped around Moryong Gil’s blade. From behind the pillar where that string led, a figure wearing a bamboo hat slowly walked out.

In that man’s hand was a fishing rod made of bamboo.

“Dong Jeong Yong-wang?”

Moryong Gil recognized him at a glance.

“Oh! It’s an honor that Supreme Family Head Moyong recognizes me.”

When a smile crossed Cheok Gwang’s lips visible under the bamboo hat, another figure appeared from behind Moryong Gil.

Turning his body in tension, Moryong Gil discovered the large man and trembled with a start.

“Are we acquainted?”

“…Ho, Ho Jeon!”

He had been thinking that Dong Jeong Yong-wang of Janggang Surochai might be manageable.

But if Ho Jeon joined in, this was hopeless from the start.

The Ten Martial Arts Masters were beings too much for even Moryong Gil.

“I’ve come to get Makya.”

Ho Jeon Noe Yeom-baek demanded boldly as if retrieving something he had entrusted.

“That’s a false rumor.”

Moryong Gil tried to act calm and lied.

At this, Noe Yeom-baek and Cheok Gwang snorted.

“I heard Yang Gun-cheol is here.”

The moment that name was mentioned, killing intent emanated from Moryong Gil’s entire body.

He was dumbfounded that the former alliance leader had not simply spread rumors but had even used Sado-ryeon.

“That bastard Yang Gun-cheol has a grudge against me and made up that lie!”

“Is that really so?”

Moryong Gil’s sword caught in Cheok Gwang’s fishing line wouldn’t budge at all.

So Moryong Gil threw away his sword entirely, leaped to the wall, and pulled out a decorative sword to grasp in his hand.

“Even if I had Makya, you bastards could never have it. Even if I die, I will prevent that!”

Moryong Gil pointed his sword and shouted resolutely.

“You’ve timed it perfectly.”

It was then that a low, leisurely voice was heard.

Thud!

Something that fell from the ceiling hit the table and rolled on the floor.

“Hu, Hu-ya…!”

Moryong Gil was shocked at the sight of his grandson who had collapsed unconscious.

His appearance was fortunately intact, but there was no movement at all, as if pressure points had been struck.

“Where is Makya?”

The last to join was Mak-gon.

He asked Moryong Gil while mounted on top of Mo Yong-hu.

“I am called Tal Baek-sal Wang.”

Mak-gon, his face covered with a black mask, pointed a dagger at Mo Yong-hu’s throat.

“…!”

Tal Baek-sal Wang Mak-gon was an assassin. If his short blade went in even slightly, Mo Yong-hu would die instantly.

Already, thin blood was flowing down from Mo Yong-hu’s throat.

“I ask again. Where is Makya?”

Moryong Gil’s expression became grotesquely distorted.

Various emotions rose and disappeared repeatedly.

Anger at the current situation.

Desire for Makya and the sense of loss that approached even greater because of it.

Fear of losing his grandson.

The appearance of Sado-ryeon’s leaders.

Knowing that unbearable trials would come, even his breathing had become rough.

It was truly a shameful moment as the Supreme Family Head of the Moryong Family.

“Ugh.”

In the end, Moryong Gil’s choice was the path to save his grandson.

His hand trembled as he dropped his sword.

“Please spare only my grandson. If you do that, I will give you Makya.”

“Shouldn’t showing it first be the proper order?”

Moryong Gil hesitated, then soon gave up as if resigned and revealed the location of the safe hidden behind the bookshelf.

Cheok Gwang put down his fishing rod and approached the bookshelf.

As his hand traced the side of the bookshelf, the hinges creaked as the bookshelf itself slowly slid to the side.

Behind it appeared an iron safe.

Cheok Gwang opened the safe door using the method Moryong Gil had taught him, pressing and turning the decorations according to a specific pattern.

Inside the safe was a single long wooden box.

When he took out the wooden box and removed the silk cloth, an ancient sword finally revealed its majesty.

“It seems to be the right one, but check it yourself.”

Cheok Gwang tossed the wooden box to Mak-gon.

The famous sword Makya was an incomparably good sword for Mak-gon, who was an assassin.

After examining Makya from various angles, Mak-gon wrapped the wooden box in the cloth he had brought and strapped it to his back.

He felt like going to a deserted place right away and swinging it immediately.

“Now release my grandson.”

Perhaps due to the shock of losing Makya, Moryong Gil’s voice had no strength at all.

“I’ll spare your grandson’s life as promised. However…”

Slash!

Mak-gon’s sword flashed coldly as it cut off Mo Yong-hu’s right arm.

“Ahhhhh!”

Moryong Gil screamed and rushed to Mo Yong-hu.

Blood spurted like a fountain, but the unconscious Mo Yong-hu didn’t even groan and merely writhed.

Moryong Gil quickly pressed acupoints on Mo Yong-hu’s shoulder to stop the bleeding.

“Don’t resent me. Yang Gun-cheol asked us to kill him, but thanks to Makya, it ended with just one arm.”

Despite Moryong Gil’s anguished cries, Mak-gon explained with a calm smile.

Not a trace of guilt could be found in him, who was born and raised as an assassin.

Moryong Gil glared at Mak-gon while gritting his teeth, as if he would never forget this humiliation.

Regardless, the three disappeared without a trace, just as they had appeared.

“Yang Gun-cheol!”

Embracing the blood-soaked Mo Yong-hu, Moryong Gil directed all his resentment toward Yang Gun-cheol.

His desire for revenge against the Shin Chang-yang Family dominated his reason.

“Two-Faced Gentleman.”

Dok-sin-gun Sa-gun-myeong spoke while looking at the Moyong Family in the distance where smoke was rising. A small question lingered on his face.

“I still don’t understand why we’re keeping Moryong Gil alive. If he opens his mouth, won’t the Alliance just sit back and watch?”

“Naturally, if Moryong Gil comes forward, the Alliance will consider Sado-ryeon an enemy and begin pursuit.”

“But how…?”

Sang-gwan-su smiled broadly while looking at Sa Gun-myeong.

“However, Moryong Gil won’t be able to do that. He’s committed too many sins for that.”

As befitting the leader of Haomun, Sang-gwan-su had already grasped much about Moryong Gil.

“If he reveals the truth, his possession of Makya will become fact, and then the past incident at Geommyeong Mountain Manor will resurface, which would be burdensome.”

“Then you’re saying Moryong Gil will truly remain quiet like this?”

That would be the strange thing.

“Would he really do that?”

“…?”

“Probably all his resentment will be directed at the Shin Chang-yang Family. That’s what I told him to do.”

Originally, it was an iron rule of Haomun to never reveal their clients. But this time was an exception.

Wasn’t this a golden opportunity for the representative families of the Righteous Martial Arts World to destroy each other?

If Yang Gun-cheol died in this scheme, Haomun’s iron rule wouldn’t be broken either.

“The Jeongpa will become chaotic.”

“That’s when we’ll target the Namgung Family. Unlike the Moyong Family, there’s an old monster firmly holding his ground there, so it will take considerable effort, but we’ll succeed.”

Righteous Sword Master Namgung Cheon.

They had to break through him to obtain Ganjang and Honcheongi.

Sang-gwan-su meticulously constructed his scheme as if drawing a picture.

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