The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 215

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Chapter 215

Last night, a messenger pigeon flew to the Martial Arts Alliance Chim-nok-gak.

It was sent by Father, who had departed for the Moryong Family in my place.

Thud.

Dang Yeong-ryeong placed down her special mission badge with a relieved expression. Then she immediately presented it to Alliance Leader Yeon Un-jang.

“You’ve worked hard.”

“Not at all. I simply did what needed to be done.”

Yeon Un-jang shook his head at Dang Yeong-ryeong’s modesty.

“How could I not know it was no easy task? Through this opportunity, I’ve personally experienced your abilities that have earned such fame. If I had my way, I’d want to keep you tied to the Alliance.”

“Lady Dang, your thoughts remain unchanged?”

Jegal Mun-gi’s voice was filled with regret.

“Yes, I believe my role ends here.”

At Dang Yeong-ryeong’s firm answer, Jegal Mun-gi swallowed a sigh.

“There’s an old saying that even pine nut porridge on silk won’t do if one dislikes it. You should give up as well.”

The current Martial Arts Alliance lacked talent.

That’s why Yeon Un-jang also felt reluctant to let Dang Yeong-ryeong go.

However, as he said, one cannot force someone who refuses to take a position.

“Yes, Alliance Leader.”

In the end, Jegal Mun-gi also accepted Dang Yeong-ryeong’s resignation from her special mission role.

“I’m sorry.”

How could she not understand their feelings?

Dang Yeong-ryeong too had once devoted everything to the Alliance.

But now, she couldn’t muster the same resolve as back then.

With such feelings, she couldn’t work for the Alliance.

“For someone apologizing, your expression looks far too pleased.”

At Jegal Mun-gi’s resentful tone, Dang Yeong-ryeong covered her mouth with her hand and laughed.

“Because this is the day I’ve waited 17 years for.”

“You mean revenge?”

“No.”

At Yeon Un-jang’s question, Dang Yeong-ryeong briefly turned her gaze toward the window.

“I mean simple, ordinary days with nothing special about them.”

The previous Dang Yeong-ryeong hadn’t realized how precious such moments were.

“Days when I no longer have to live in hiding, when my emotions won’t dry up from thoughts of revenge – such small, everyday moments.”

At Dang Yeong-ryeong’s sincere words, Yeon Un-jang and Jegal Mun-gi gazed at her silently.

“Drinking tea with Father while having ordinary conversations, making noodles and dumplings that my granddaughter loves together. Days when I can care for my brothers and nephews without any worries – I’ve always hoped for such times to come.”

After 17 long years, Dang Yeong-ryeong had finally achieved it.

A happy smile spread across her entire face.

“I have one personal question I’m curious about. May I ask?”

“Please go ahead.”

“The grudge of the Sichuan Dang Family is certain.”

That was a fact known not only to Yeon Un-jang but to everyone in Gangho.

“But how…”

“Are you asking why we didn’t annihilate them completely?”

“That’s right.”

The Dang Family had more than enough power to do so.

Yet they concluded their revenge with only the deaths of Namgung Cheon, Moryong Gil, and Mo-yong U.

Of course, the disciples of the families also suffered great losses, but the key point was that they deliberately left the direct lineages alive.

“Namgung Myeong, the young clan leader of the Namgung Family, revealed the truth. If he hadn’t confessed, the Sword Cry Manor incident couldn’t have been resolved.”

All circumstances pointed to the Namgung Family and Moryong Family, but the only witness to that day was Dang Yeong-ryeong, who was accused of being the culprit.

“I simply respected that. From his position, it must have been a difficult decision.”

Moreover, Namgung Cheon was facing death.

The death of Namgung Cheon, the Righteous Sword Master who was the Namgung Family’s pride.

The downfall of the Namgung Family had essentially begun.

“The martial world is a place where one lives and dies by the sword. Naturally, debts accumulate and grudges pile up. Whether we like it or not, whether by choice or force, karma inevitably forms.”

Dang Yeong-ryeong met Yeon Un-jang’s eyes.

“I didn’t want my granddaughter to bear that karma. I want to give my granddaughter only good things.”

It wasn’t because Dang Yeong-ryeong was kind that she ended things at this level.

There’s nothing good about grudges growing larger.

She didn’t know what might happen 30 years from now, but for now, she intended to live in the present.

“I understand. And as the Alliance Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, I’m grateful.”

The righteous martial world was shaking from consecutive bloodbaths.

The Dang Family had justification, and the Martial Arts Alliance had no grounds to restrain them.

Yeon Un-jang was thankful that Sacheon-dangmun, with their clear grudge, ended things at this point.

“However, I hope the Namgung Family will also face the same 30-year closure as the Moryong Family.”

“Thirty years…”

It was a long time for a generation to pass.

But considering the annihilation of Sword Cry Manor and the Shin Chang-yang Family, it wasn’t an excessive measure.

“Understood. It shall be so.”

“Cheonpung-gak and Gamro-gak are already undergoing closure procedures.”

As a result of the meeting, they decided to demolish the exclusive pavilions of the Namgung Family and Moryong Family within the Martial Arts Alliance.

It would be interesting to see what new sects would occupy those positions in the future landscape.

“Will Lady Dang be leaving immediately?”

“Yes, I must return.”

“Are you perhaps thinking of going to Cheon-sin-mun?”

With Dang Yeong-ryeong’s return after being branded a public enemy of the martial world, the martial world’s interest in Cheon-sin-mun was immense.

Rumors circulating in the markets claimed that each and every disciple there was an extraordinary master.

“I’ll stay at the main residence for a while first, then go to Cheon… sin-mun.”

“Does that mean you’ll continue to rely on Cheon-sin-mun?”

Dang Yeong-ryeong only smiled without answering.

She had promised Gong Pae-cheon she would.

The person to share her future with.

To Dang Yeong-ryeong, the fact that he was a demon didn’t matter.

Perhaps it was a predetermined future from the moment she was captivated by him at their first meeting.

Wuhan, Hubei Province, where the Martial Arts Alliance Headquarters is located.

With the delayed announcement of entrance exams for recruiting lower-level warriors, Wuhan was bustling with far more martial artists than usual.

“Brother Song! Brother Song!”

Jang hurriedly shook Song, who was napping on a mat, to wake him up.

“Yawn! What’s the matter?”

Song rubbed his eyes and got up from his spot.

“I got some hot news from my gate guard brother!”

Jang gestured with his hand, indicating that empty talk wouldn’t do and Song should buy drinks.

“This fellow, did some ghost who died from not drinking possess you?”

When Jang grinned, Song tapped his shoulder.

Still, he wasn’t annoyed since when he bought drinks, the snacks were Jang’s responsibility, so the cost difference wasn’t that significant.

“A ghost who freeloads naturally has good color!”

“Wasn’t it a ghost who died from eating?”

“That’s why it freeloads.”

“What? This fellow, really!”

Song laughed out loud at Jang’s shamelessness.

Having unexpectedly spent several months together, they had begun treating each other like childhood friends.

“But what news have you brought that has you asking for drinks again?”

“Do you remember the proclamation from Geommyeong Mountain Manor a while back?”

“Of course I remember.”

“They say the great Namgung Cheon is hovering between life and death.”

Jang moved close to Song and lowered his voice.

“And Moryong Gil, the Grand Family Head of the Moyong Family, and Family Head Mo-yong U are dead.”

“Is, is that true?”

“Don’t be too shocked yet.”

Jang’s words weren’t finished yet.

“The Namgung Family and the Moyong Family. Both families are entering seclusion for 30 years.”

“Gasp! Thirty years?”

Song gasped and widened his eyes.

“It’s the Dark King, the Dark King.”

“If the Dark King did this…!”

“A new Ten Masters is born.”

The Dark King, who had only been the subject of rumors until now, was finally about to ascend to the position of Ten Masters.

“The Dark King’s title will change.”

“Won’t it be Dark Elder?”

“Dark Elder, now that’s a splendid title. But are you trying to get drinks from me with just this much?”

Song, who had been shocked just moments before, waved his hand and reproached Jang.

Then Jang smiled broadly as if he had been waiting for this.

“This is just a taste.”

“A taste?”

“Ahem!”

Jang cleared his throat and puffed out his chest.

“The alliance entrance exam will be held in two weeks.”

“What, what? Are you telling the truth?”

Song jumped up from his seat, shouting, then embraced Jang and bounced around.

He was planning to enter intensive training from today until the day of the exam.

Thud thud thud!

Thud thud!

Large nails were hammered into the gate of the Namgung Family.

The massive manor gate that had displayed its majesty was now scheduled to remain firmly closed for 30 years.

From now on, people coming and going from the Namgung Family would have to use only the small side door at the back of the estate.

Namgung San’s expression was dark as he looked at the gate.

Though he was inside, throughout the hammering, he could clearly hear the curses of countless people.

Every passerby pointed fingers at the Namgung Family and spat.

“What terrible villains they are!”

“To destroy Geommyeong Mountain Manor like that and frame Cheonsu Dokhwa for it?”

“They talked so much about being a prestigious righteous sect, how fitting this is!”

“A disgrace to the Righteous Martial Arts World!”

The old servant fidgeted anxiously beside Namgung San.

“Young, Young Master…”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it and continue.”

Namgung San never took his eyes off the gate.

He stood straight and watched directly until the paper with the large characters reading “Seclusion” was pasted on the gate.

“…”

Tears welled up, but Namgung San did not cry.

Instead, he clenched his fists tightly.

‘Grandfather…’

It was unbelievable and bitter that his idol and goal, Namgung Cheon, would end up like this.

At that moment.

Clatter clatter clatter!

The needles that had been densely embedded in Namgung Cheon’s body were pushed out on their own and fell to the floor.

“Haah…”

Letting out a deep groan, Namgung Cheon slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils held a cloudy light, like someone who had lost their reason.

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