The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 200
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Chapter 200
“Who are you!”
The fury of Tal Baek-sal Wang Mak-gon, who had missed beheading Namgung Cheon by a hair’s breadth, shot toward Dang Yeong-ryeong.
“Can’t you tell by looking?”
“What?”
“For the master of Salmak to have such poor information.”
Dang Yeong-ryeong looked alternately at Mak-gon, Ho Jeon No Yeom-baek who was close by, and Dong Jeong-yong Wang Cheok-gwang who was positioned further away as she introduced herself.
“Martial Arts Alliance Special Agent, Cheon Su-dok-hwa.”
“How dare you interfere with my…”
“Tal Baek-sal Wang.”
No Yeom-baek restrained Mak-gon. When he shook his head, Mak-gon had no choice but to step back.
It was out of consideration for King Dang Cheol-u who was staying in Hefei.
At Dang Yeong-ryeong’s appearance, Dong Jeong-yong Wang Cheok-gwang also showed tension as he surveyed the surroundings.
This was because he remembered that a few days ago, the Dark King and an unknown person with comparable skills had appeared in Hefei.
“Kugh, Father!”
At Namgung Cheon’s miserable state, Namgung Myeong burst into tears.
“Shut up!”
Namgung Cheon, freed from the iron net, forcefully pulled out the sword blade embedded in his shoulder. Blood flowed out again, but he had no energy to spare for that.
“F-Father.”
Namgung Myeong quickly approached to support Namgung Cheon.
“Enough!”
Namgung Cheon pushed his son away.
“This is why you’re no good! Weak fool!”
Even in this situation, he berated his son.
“You step aside too!”
Whether he knew that Dang Yeong-ryeong had saved him or not, Namgung Cheon roughly pushed her away and shouted.
“Damn bastards! I am the Sword Master!”
Whoooosh!
Namgung Cheon exploded his internal energy.
Even injured, one of the Ten Masters was still one of the Ten Masters.
It was such overwhelming energy that one might mistake it for burning his vital essence.
‘Since it’s come to this, there’s no choice.’
Namgung Cheon scolded himself that he should have done this from the beginning as he reached toward the destroyed Gajujeon.
Rumble!
The scattered roof tiles stirred as a long wooden box floated up into midair.
Bang!
When Namgung Cheon clenched his fist, the wooden box shattered, and from within, a sword emanating a subtle light burst forth.
It was the moment when the treasured sword he had tamed and cherished for so long finally revealed itself to the world.
“I-It’s Ganjiang!”
Ping—
Thwack!
Dong Jeong-yong Wang Cheok-gwang instinctively threw his fishing rod and wrapped the line around Ganjiang. Then he slowly reeled it in like catching a fish.
However, despite his efforts, when Namgung Cheon spread his fingers, Ganjiang was drawn from its sheath and flew up into the sky.
Swoosh!
Namgung Cheon performed aerial steps toward the Ganjiang sword as he ascended.
Cheok-gwang immediately threw his fishing rod to wrap around Namgung Cheon’s ankle.
When his ankle was caught, he was pulled downward.
Not missing that moment, No Yeom-baek leaped into the air and snatched Ganjiang.
Screeeech!
Ganjiang wailed like a ghost’s cry as it thrashed about. It raised its energy like thorns, struggling to escape from No Yeom-baek.
However, no matter how much sword mastery had reached the pinnacle when it came to swords, there was a big difference between being connected through mental imagery and handling it directly with one’s hands.
Moreover, if it was a supreme master like No Yeom-baek, he could suppress even Ganjiang, which was connected to Namgung Cheon through mental imagery, with force.
“Uhahahaha!”
No Yeom-baek laughed loudly as he subdued the thrashing Ganjiang in his hand.
“Return!”
Ganjiang responded to Namgung Cheon’s mental imagery and writhed, but only briefly.
No Yeom-baek instead freely poured his own energy into the sword, burning away Namgung Cheon’s traces.
Roooar!
In an instant, No Yeom-baek’s energy surged from the Ganjiang sword.
As if greatly pleased with it, No Yeom-baek examined the sword once before suddenly launching his body toward Namgung Cheon.
Thud!
Slash!
Just as Ganjiang, which Namgung Cheon had treasured so dearly, was about to cut his chest.
Clang!
A feathered needle thrown by Dang Yeong-ryeong struck Ganjiang’s blade.
Though he hesitated somewhat, No Yeom-baek again aimed for Namgung Cheon’s chest.
Slash—
Clang clang clang clang!
As if she had foreseen it, Dang Yeong-ryeong threw dozens of feathered needles.
As the feathered needles continuously struck the sword, No Yeom-baek ended up dropping Ganjiang from his hand.
In truth, he had let it go on purpose.
Dang Yeong-ryeong quickly scattered hidden weapons in midair, stepped on them to climb up, and snatched Ganjiang.
Having escaped from No Yeom-baek’s hand, Namgung Cheon’s will was once again imbued in Ganjiang.
An unfamiliar energy was felt from the sword.
However, that state didn’t last long.
Crash!
Though No Yeom-baek had lost Ganjiang, he didn’t stop his attack and struck Namgung Cheon’s chest with his fist.
With a tremendous explosion, Namgung Cheon’s body was slammed into the ground.
Targeting that opening, Mak-gon rushed in, but this time Namgung Myeong blocked him.
“You bastard!”
Dang Yeong-ryeong, holding Ganjiang, descended between the three leaders of Sado-ryeon and Namgung Cheon and Namgung Myeong.
“Everyone stop!”
Dang Yeong-ryeong shouted, infusing her voice with internal energy.
“Do you think you can remain safe after this? If a great war between the orthodox and unorthodox breaks out, can Sado-ryeon handle the Martial Arts Alliance?”
If a great war actually occurred, the Martial Arts Alliance would also suffer great damage, but it was a fight they couldn’t lose. There was a huge difference in scale from the start.
“If that’s not what you want, then withdraw immediately!”
At Dang Yeong-ryeong’s sharp rebuke, No Yeom-baek, Cheok-gwang, and Mak-gon quickly exchanged glances and stopped their movements.
“If we withdraw now, will you let us leave quietly?”
Pushing back Cheok-gwang and Mak-gon, No Yeom-baek asked.
“I can never give up Ganjiang and Honcheongi… Cough!”
Namgung Cheon couldn’t abandon his greed until the end.
“Huff— Ugh!”
Red blood trickled down from the mouth of Namgung Cheon, who was barely breathing while bent at the waist.
“Those things are…”
Namgung Cheon wiped the blood with his sleeve and straightened his back.
Not only were there penetrating sword wounds in his chest, shoulder, and thigh, but his ribs seemed caved in as chunks of blood fell every time he breathed.
Even so, only Namgung Cheon’s eyes remained fierce.
“They belong to us, the great Namgung Family… Kugh!”
Even with his injured body, Namgung Cheon claimed ownership of Ganjiang and Honcheongi.
“Something you couldn’t even get your hands on?”
Noe Yeom-baek gestured to stop Mak-gon from his sarcastic remarks and called out to Dang Yeong-ryeong.
“Cheon Su-dok-hwa.”
“Speak.”
“Sado-ryeon doesn’t want a full-scale war either. If you keep quiet, we’ll withdraw as we are.”
“Ho Jeon! Let’s just kill them all and take the sword too!”
“Be quiet for a moment!”
Cheok Gwang gritted his teeth and scolded Mak-gon, who couldn’t let go of his greed just like Namgung Cheon.
“Are we giving up after coming this far? When it’s right before our eyes?”
Cheok Gwang glared at Mak-gon. It was always Mak-gon who made foolish choices at crucial moments.
“Did you forget that the sword belongs to Ho Jeon?”
“I’m not saying I should have it, but Sado-ryeon…”
“And if you touch Cheon Su-dok-hwa, the Dark King will move. You know he’s in Hefei right now, don’t you? Don’t forget there’s also that mysterious master whose skills rival Ho Jeon’s.”
“Ugh!”
There was nothing wrong with Cheok Gwang’s words.
It was just frustrating for Mak-gon to have to give up when the sword was right in front of them.
“In exchange for keeping this matter quiet, we’ll give up the sword.”
Noe Yeom-baek picked up the sword sheath that had fallen to the ground and threw it to Dang Yeong-ryeong.
“Instead, we’ll take the Honcheon-gi. It’s already in our hands anyway.”
If they demanded the Honcheon-gi as well, they would have to engage in a real life-or-death battle from now on.
The Namgung Family, Dark Four, and Iron Blood Unit.
It was virtually impossible to stop Sado-ryeon’s full offensive with just these forces.
Ho Jeon Noe Yeom-baek’s proposal was honestly one they couldn’t refuse.
“Who gave you permission to babble like that! *Cough* I cannot give up either the Honcheon-gi or the sword! *Cough*”
“Father!”
Perhaps from forcing himself to shout, Namgung Cheon vomited an enormous amount of blood.
“Myeong, go and bring it! Hurry!”
Half of his words were blood.
Namgung Myeong looked at his father with wet eyes.
“Father…”
At the contrasting sight of father and son, Noe Yeom-baek let out a sneer.
“It wasn’t even the Namgung Family’s to begin with, so why are you so upset?”
“What nonsense! *Cough* The sword and Honcheon-gi… originally belonged to the Namgung Family!”
Namgung Cheon shamelessly shouted in response to Noe Yeom-baek’s words.
“That’s not what Yang Gun-cheol said though?”
“…!”
“Geommyeong Mountain Manor. Yang Gun-cheol spilled everything.”
“This, this!”
Perhaps he lacked the strength to endure any longer.
Namgung Cheon trembled violently before collapsing to the floor.
“Father! Please stop! What are you being so greedy for!”
“What, what’s wrong?”
“It’s not ours anyway!”
Namgung Myeong shouted with tears in his eyes.
“You, you, you!”
“Even without those things, our main family is the great Namgung Family of the Blue Sky. The imperial Namgung Family!”
Even though he had been treated harshly by his own father Namgung Cheon, Namgung Myeong was still a clan leader who truly cherished and valued the Namgung Family.
Too many lives had already been lost.
He couldn’t let the remaining disciples’ lives be wasted meaninglessly.
His only son’s future was also at stake.
“At this rate, we’ll all die! We’re paying the price for destroying Geommyeong Mountain Manor!”
“You, you crazy bastard!”
“Namgung Clan Leader, are you confessing now?”
Though Namgung Myeong was momentarily flustered by the words that slipped out unconsciously, he soon acknowledged them and nodded.
Now he wanted to let go of everything.
The Namgung Family had to change.
He couldn’t pass on this kind of life to his own son.
“The Moyong Family and Shin Chang-yang Family are involved.”
“Won’t you shut that mouth!”
Just as Namgung Cheon was gathering his remaining strength to try to strangle his son’s neck.
“That’s enough.”
Suddenly, a heavy voice descended from the sky.
“Don’t become any more unsightly.”
Dark King Dang Cheol-woo was looking down at the collapsed main hall with his hands clasped behind his back.
“You…!”
His energy seemed greatly weakened as Namgung Cheon struggled to glare at Dang Cheol-woo and barely opened his mouth.
Dang Cheol-woo silently extended his hand. Then the sword in Dang Yeong-ryeong’s hand flew into his grasp.
He looked at the sword with complicated eyes.
Because of this one sword, he had lived in hell for the past 17 years.
In the Dark King’s heart, he wanted to erase this legendary sword and everything else from the world.
“We’ll withdraw now.”
Sado-ryeon left the Namgung Family as promised, having obtained only the Honcheon-gi.
The interior of the manor, which had been filled with screams and the sounds of weapons, suddenly became quiet.
Thud!
As if the shock was great, Namgung Cheon collapsed, losing consciousness.
“F-Father!”
Namgung Myeong carried Namgung Cheon on his back and ran to the medicine hall.
Dang Cheol-woo slowly descended to his daughter.
“Ryeong, let’s go home now.”
“Yes.”
It finally felt like 17 years were coming to an end.
There were mountains of work to be done according to the Martial Arts Alliance’s formal procedures, but his heart felt truly light for the first time in a long while.
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