The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 198

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 198

Rustle—

Under the brightly lit candlelight, Namgung Cheon read and reread the Honcheon-gi.

He had already memorized it and could recite it fluently with his eyes closed, but reading the actual text directly felt distinctly different.

“This passage is ambiguous.”

Namgung Cheon tapped a particular section with his finger.

He had been trying to revise it from various angles for several days, but it wasn’t going as well as he thought.

“What other methods could there be…”

Just as his contemplation was deepening.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

In the deep night, the bell rang loudly, announcing an enemy invasion.

“Tsk!”

Namgung Cheon put down the Honcheon-gi and grasped his beloved sword that had been placed beside him.

For a moment his gaze turned toward the wooden box containing Gan-jang, but since it wasn’t time yet, he steeled his resolve and opened the door to go outside.

Swoosh!

Namgung Cheon leaped onto the rooftop in one bound.

When had they gathered like this? He could see hundreds of torches flickering beyond the wall.

“It seems there wasn’t enough bloodshed that day.”

Namgung Cheon frowned as if finding it pathetic.

“C-Clan Leader!”

Just then, the supervisor came running frantically toward the Gajujeon. He was so startled that his legs got tangled and he stumbled.

“I’m here.”

Namgung Cheon called out to the supervisor who was heading toward the study.

“You were there! Right now outside…”

“I can see it, so don’t make a fuss.”

“Th-that’s not it! Clan Leader Soo said that those who invaded are Sado… Gack!”

Before the supervisor could finish his words.

A thin line flew from somewhere and wrapped around his neck.

Whoosh!

Then the supervisor’s body flew up into the air like a fish caught on a fishing line.

“Who is it!”

The direction Namgung Cheon shouted toward wasn’t where the supervisor had flown.

Crash!

A large man suddenly burst up from beneath the rooftop where he stood and brought his sword down toward Namgung Cheon.

“Gasp!”

Namgung Cheon quickly drew his sword and blocked the blade that was aimed at his head.

Bang!

An impact strong enough to numb his wrist was transmitted instantly.

Pressed down by tremendous force, Namgung Cheon’s legs sank through the roof tiles up to his ankles.

Though it was a surprise attack, the fact that he had been overpowered in strength wounded Namgung Cheon’s pride.

“You bastard!”

He spat angrily and threw a punch.

Crash!

Namgung Cheon’s attack hit the opponent’s chest precisely and exploded. From that impact, the large man was pushed back, breaking roof tiles as he slid.

“…”

Even so, Namgung Cheon’s expression wasn’t good.

The opponent had merely been pushed back but was far too unharmed.

From this exchange, he realized.

‘He’s definitely not beneath me.’

“Who are you?”

Namgung Cheon asked as he roughly pulled his feet out of the roof.

“Oh my, Righteous Sword Master. You don’t recognize me?”

The opponent seemed disappointed as he walked forward through the broken tiles.

“Is it because of the clothes?”

The man grumbled that he should have changed into his original clothes if he knew this would happen.

“…Ho Jeon?”

Namgung Cheon, who belatedly recognized that his opponent was Noe Yeom-baek, hurriedly looked around.

“…!”

He spotted Dong Jeong Yong-wang Cheok Gwang standing on the rooftop of the opposite building with a fishing rod slung over his shoulder.

He too was dressed in ordinary clothes commonly seen in the marketplace rather than as a fisherman.

“Is it Sado-ryeon?”

Stab!

As if answering Namgung Cheon’s question, a black shadow pierced through the roof and aimed for Namgung Cheon’s legs.

Namgung Cheon leaped backward and avoided the blade that emerged from between the roof tiles.

“This king has come as well.”

Tal Baek-sal Wang Mak-gon, true to being an assassin, didn’t reveal his face.

The blade quickly disappeared like a tail, and his presence vanished immediately as well.

Three of Sado-ryeon’s five leaders had appeared at the Namgung Family.

“What brings you to the main residence?”

“The Honcheon-gi, and Gan-jang.”

At Noe Yeom-baek’s concise answer, Namgung Cheon’s eyes wavered for a moment.

‘Oh no!’

The Honcheon-gi martial arts manual placed on the desk came to mind.

Crash!

Just then, the window of the Gajujeon shattered and a book flew up into the air.

“Dragon King!”

At Mak-gon’s shout, Cheok Gwang swung his fishing rod and instantly caught the book.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

He couldn’t let the Honcheon-gi slip away like this.

Namgung Cheon immediately launched himself to stop them, but Noe Yeom-baek was one step ahead.

Clang!

Their swords clashed once again.

Even amid the loud noise, neither of them retreated.

Rather, they continued their contest of strength with swords pressed against each other.

“Do you think you can beat me in strength?”

“I can’t lose to a bandit.”

At Namgung Cheon’s bravado, Noe Yeom-baek just grinned.

“We found the Honcheon-gi, so where did you put Gan-jang?”

“Do you think I’d tell you that!”

Namgung Cheon pushed against Noe Yeom-baek as if it was out of the question and kicked up forcefully.

“Hah, your temper is still the same!”

Noe Yeom-baek lightly blocked Namgung Cheon’s foot and obediently retreated.

Just as it seemed they would catch their breath for a moment.

Swoosh!

A black shadow burst out from beneath the broken roof and thrust a sword forward.

“You rat-like bastard!”

Namgung Cheon’s body seemed to stretch out long and then suddenly disappeared from his position.

Slash!

What filled the spot where Namgung Cheon had been was a crescent-shaped trajectory created by sword energy.

Namgung Cheon intended to cut Mak-gon’s thrusting sword in half with a single strike.

Slash!

Sword and sword cut against each other.

“…!”

Namgung Cheon’s face, which had been smiling triumphantly, hardened in an instant.

His sword energy, which he had believed without doubt would slice Mak-gon’s sword to pieces, was cracking apart.

Crack crack crack!

In the end, it shattered into pieces before his eyes like breaking glass.

Not only that.

The beloved sword that Namgung Cheon had used his entire life was also breaking along with his sword energy.

Namgung Cheon looked down at his sword, which had little blade left, as if he couldn’t believe it.

Swoosh!

Taking advantage of that gap, Mak-gon thrust his sword again from a blind spot.

Namgung Cheon stepped aside and slightly twisted his head.

The sharp blade passed by his cheek, missing by a hair’s breadth.

“…!”

At that moment, Namgung Cheon’s eyes widened.

Though it was just an instant, he had recognized the sword’s identity.

‘Makya!’

He needed confirmation.

“Eek!”

Namgung Cheon’s form stretched out long again as he reached toward Mak-gon’s sword.

Whirr!

As if waiting for this, a fishing line flew out and wrapped around Namgung Cheon’s wrist, pulling him.

“I say, Righteous Sword Master. Aren’t you ignoring this lord too much?”

Namgung Cheon couldn’t hear Cheok Gwang’s words right now.

He urgently stretched out his other hand and grabbed Mak-gon’s blade.

Namgung Cheon gritted his teeth and pulled the sword toward him.

“Kuk!”

Though he protected his hand with energy, when Mak-gon twisted the sword, the energy was cut and red blood began to flow.

Of course, Namgung Cheon paid no attention to that at all.

He finally brought the sword right up to his nose to confirm it.

“Makya…!”

Noe Yeom-baek didn’t miss the moment when Namgung Cheon’s mind was captivated by Makya.

When he felt an intense energy that couldn’t be ignored, Namgung Cheon had no choice but to let go of the sword, step back, and cut through Cheok Gwang’s fishing line.

Even then, his eyes remained fixed on Makya.

“As expected of a legendary sword. It even managed to wound the world’s Righteous Sword Master.”

Mak-gon licked the blood on his blade and cackled.

“Where did you get it?”

“Why ask when you already know?”

At Namgung Cheon’s sharp question, Mak-gon made a meaningful expression.

“You knew better than anyone that Makya was at the Moyong Family, didn’t you?”

“…You bastard, you didn’t move based on rumors.”

His tone, as if he already knew everything, was strangely irritating.

“Of course. How could I be swayed by baseless rumors?”

The corner of Mak-gon’s mouth curled up crookedly.

“Then who could have told you?”

“Who?”

Not ‘how did you find out,’ but ‘who told you.’

Excluding the Namgung Family and Moyong Family, there was only one person who knew about Ganjiang and Makya.

‘Yang Gun-cheol!’

Without knowing this, he had sent the Changgyong Corps, the main residence’s core military force, to prevent war between the Moyong Family and Shin Chang-yang Family.

Sadoryeon must have known this and attacked the main residence.

‘I’ve been had.’

Namgung Cheon’s eyes trembled.

“The Moyong Family and Shin Chang-yang Family. Did you bastards also sow discord between those two families?”

“Us? Kekeke.”

“You’re quite slow with news.”

“Who would have thought the great Namgung Family would become so blind.”

“Speak clearly! If it wasn’t your doing, then whose was it!”

“This lord will tell you. Yang Gun-cheol. This was all a scheme devised by the former Alliance Leader.”

It was when Noe Yeom-baek was revealing the truth.

“Fire!”

“The armory is on fire!”

Flames shot up at a terrifying speed from all directions.

“Aaaaah”

“I’m dead!”

“Stop them! Stop those bastards!”

“Kyaaaah!”

Screams that hadn’t been heard until now began to ring out.

‘The main residence, the great Namgung Family, the thousand-year-old Namgung that would become a Sega…!’

Blood vessels appeared in Namgung Cheon’s eyes.

As his rage reached its peak, capillaries burst and his eyes turned bright red.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————