The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 217

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Chapter 217

“It’s not just Chaohu! They say a murderous demon appears every night in villages around Hefei, ruthlessly killing people!”

The inn’s waitress urged us to be careful and ran off to the kitchen.

“Grandfathers, what do you think?”

As a reader who had read numerous martial arts novels, I couldn’t simply let this pass.

There was definitely something here.

Murderous demons were a staple that regularly appeared in the martial arts world.

Naturally, murderous demons appeared in the original work too.

The only difference was that it was the protagonist Eok I-geon with all his limbs intact.

“Could it be someone secretly learning forbidden martial arts? Something like a legendary demonic manual!”

Murderous demons usually all had similar backgrounds.

“Or perhaps they fell into qi deviation due to wrong enlightenment and miraculously survived, but unfortunately their mind became unsound. So they unknowingly became a killer who murders people indiscriminately.”

You could call it the martial arts version of random killing.

“If not that, then someone might be experimenting on martial artists. To create zombies, no, lost souls!”

Those who are neither living nor dead.

Simply put, it meant someone was manufacturing jiangshi.

“Sister…”

“Hm?”

“Do you know something about this?”

“Know something?”

“Your examples seem too specific.”

Only after seeing Yang Ha-rin’s wide eyes did I realize my mistake.

I had gotten slightly excited without realizing it at the mention of murderous demons.

Not only Yang Ha-rin, but the grandfathers and Eok I-geon were also looking at me with puzzled expressions.

“Ahaha! Did I get too carried away with my imagination?”

I laughed awkwardly and brushed my hair back.

“The martial arts world is already unsettled, and now murderous demons have appeared, so I’m worried. Innocent lives shouldn’t be killed or harmed. Shouldn’t we step forward and catch this murderous demon?”

“Our granddaughter, I see now that your heart for the common people is as deep as the sea!”

Bandit Grandfather, who doted on his granddaughter, praised me even in this situation.

“The government will handle such matters well on their own. So don’t worry too much.”

Eok Grandfather said as he poured tea into the cup in front of me.

Grandpa Tak smiled gently as if trying to calm my excitement.

“Rumors are naturally prone to exaggeration. This old man will look into it, so let’s eat first.”

The waitress had already started bringing out the dishes we ordered.

“Yes, Grandfather.”

Since Grandpa Tak said he would look into it, Hyeon-wol-dang would soon investigate.

Then at least something about the murderous demon would come to light.

“Thank you for the meal.”

I put my curiosity aside and brought a steaming hot dumpling to my mouth.

At the same time, not far from Seolha’s group, Hao Clan Leader Sang Gwan-su was casting his fishing line into the lake, fishing for time itself.

Lost in some contemplation, he stared motionlessly at the lake for a while even when his subordinate came to report.

How much time passed like that?

“So, who was it again?”

Finally, Sang Gwan-su spoke.

“The leader of Cheon-sin-mun, sir.”

The waiting subordinate immediately reported.

“A master moving with Am-wang is the leader of Cheon-sin-mun…”

Since Cheon-sin-mun was the place where Dang Yeong-ryeong had been staying, it wasn’t completely incomprehensible.

It was just somewhat bothersome that Cheon-sin-mun was being mentioned frequently these days.

“Come to think of it, Am-wang is now called Dark Elder, isn’t he?”

“Yes. Once Sword Saint Namgung Cheon dies, it seems he’ll naturally be established as one of the Ten Elders.”

“At times like this, isn’t it fascinating how rumors work?”

No one was leading it, yet opinions gathered simply through word of mouth.

Even without anyone stepping forward, Am-wang would soon ascend to become a new Ten Elder.

“The Dang Family will prosper even more.”

A family that was declining due to Dang Yeong-ryeong’s false accusations was about to sit at the top of the Five Great Families in one stroke.

With the Namgung Family and Moryong Family locked in 30-year seclusion, as the leader of Hao Clan, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t anticipating what changes would sweep through the current martial arts world.

“Is Ho Jeon still accompanying them?”

“Yesterday they entered Chaohu together with Am-wang’s group.”

“Hehe!”

It was truly puzzling.

Since that night when Sa Do-ryeon attacked the Namgung Family, Ho Jeon’s actions had been gradually deviating from his expectations.

Sa Do-ryeon hadn’t suffered any losses, but there were many troubling aspects.

“Gan-jang, Mak-ya, Hun-cheon-gi… Am-wang and the Cheon-sin-mun leader. Dang Yeong-ryeong’s adopted granddaughter Seolha… Hubei Wuhan…”

Though it seemed like he was just spouting random words, Sang Gwan-su’s mind was spinning furiously.

“What is it?”

Then he suddenly hesitated.

“There’s definitely something I’m missing.”

The series of situations didn’t flow smoothly.

“Am I missing something, or is there something I don’t know…”

Whatever it was, it shouldn’t be a bigger hole than expected.

Sang Gwan-su’s sharp gaze turned to the float bobbing on the lake surface.

Namgung Cheon sat cross-legged in the center of the underground training room.

He reached out his hand out of habit, but grasped nothing.

“Tsk!”

He frowned as he clenched empty air with his bare hand.

They say there’s nothing more foolish than obsessing over what’s lost, but he couldn’t help feeling regret.

It had been 17 years.

Though he had never revealed it to others, it had been a companion he trained with for a long time.

‘I will definitely get it back!’

Namgung Cheon bit his lip tightly and made a vow.

He would definitely reclaim Gan-jang and make it the sword of Namgung.

‘Honey, just wait a little longer.’

Taking a deep breath, Namgung Cheon tried to shake off his distracting thoughts.

As he let go of his regrets, his mind also settled calmly.

He slowly closed his eyes and recalled the supreme martial art of his main residence, the Imperial Sword Form.

The sword of Namgung contained the heavens.

The blue sky’s firmament has no end, thus it is called limitless.

That’s why it was called imperial.

“With the blue sky as heart and limitlessness as blade, the way of the emperor…”

Embracing the blue sky in one’s heart to unfold the sword’s will infinitely. The endless sky continues the sword so there shall be no obstruction.

By uniting the way of the sword with the way of the emperor, let dignity permeate wherever the sword reaches.

A majestic aura flowed from Namgung Cheon’s entire body.

“…Ugh!”

However, that aura couldn’t last long and faded away.

Though he had overcome his injuries and risen from his sickbed, his body could not yet be called normal.

Terrible pain surged from his torn and twisted energy channels.

Namgung Cheon’s posture began to collapse.

His hands trembled violently.

The trembling gradually spread until finally his entire body suffered intermittent convulsions.

“…Seongjinjeongsoibalgang siwitcheon .”

As the boundary between heaven and earth grows dim, heaven and earth shall overturn and a new order will devour the world.

At last order crumbles and new chaos….

Namgung Cheon quickly withdrew the incantation of the Emperor Sword Form and recited the incantation of the Chaotic Heaven Technique.

Enduring the pain, he began circulating his energy according to the incantation.

Crack!

Then at some moment, his internal energy deviated from the flow of following heaven and surged backward in reverse.

It was the manifestation of defying heaven that had been hidden within the fake Chaotic Heaven Technique.

Then amazingly, his writhing body gradually calmed. The moans that had been escaping also slowly subsided.

Peace came to his face as well, and his hunched body straightened as it had been initially.

“Whew!”

As his body stabilized, Namgung Cheon felt relieved.

‘Heaven has not yet abandoned the Namgung Family and this lord!’

Namgung Cheon keenly felt that the Chaotic Heaven Technique had saved him once again.

‘I must combine the Emperor Sword Form and Chaotic Heaven Technique as quickly as possible.’

That was the only goal remaining for Namgung Cheon.

“Hah.”

Namgung Cheon opened his closed eyes.

Though he had only circulated his energy once, his body was completely exhausted.

To recover more quickly, he needed spiritual medicine.

“There’s no choice.”

Though he had been saving it to give to Namgung San, he decided to treat his own body first.

He could repay his grandson with something better later.

Growl!

Suddenly he felt hungry too.

He finally realized how much his body had deteriorated.

‘I’ve been lying in bed for a long time.’

Though he only had grain-avoiding pills to satisfy his hunger, that was sufficient.

Since he was moving anyway, Namgung Cheon thought he should quench his thirst as well as he started to rise.

‘Hm?’

His head tilted at something strange.

The martial robes he was wearing felt soggy as if soaked in water.

Thinking he had sweated heavily during energy circulation, he belatedly examined his clothes.

“…!”

His blue clothes were stained red.

It wasn’t just the silk garments.

His hands lifting the clothes to examine them were also completely red.

Moreover.

A fishy metallic smell wafted up.

“Wh-what is this…!”

Namgung Cheon had clearly been in seclusion training.

But how could he be covered in blood all over his body?

His head spun.

Namgung Cheon hurriedly got up and ran to the well.

Though he had hoped otherwise, that was merely wishful thinking.

A strange old man covered in blood from head to toe was looking back at him.

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