The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 221

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Chapter 221

Namgung Cheon resembled the sword of the Namgung Family.

Even the imperial sword form contained within, like the boundless sky.

He was the sword itself and the incarnation of the Namgung Family.

When he sat in lotus position, one could feel an aura as high as Mount Tai and vast as the heavens.

Such was Namgung Cheon.

However.

The posture of Namgung Cheon sitting in lotus position had changed considerably.

His spine, which had always been straight, was now hunched, and his shoulders, which had formed right angles, were rolled forward.

Despite his advanced age, his once well-balanced body was collapsing like a crumbling fortress wall.

It was tremendous agony.

“Quickly, the Honcheon Technique into the Imperial Sword Form… Urgh!”

Namgung Cheon, who had been comparing the formulas of the Imperial Sword Form and Honcheon Technique in his mind, continuously let out groans.

As if poison had been planted in his body, terrible pain would assault him at regular intervals.

Namgung Cheon curled up his body as much as possible and endured the pain.

“Huff, huff!”

His breathing was rough.

“Ho, Honcheon Technique…! Honcheon Technique… Urgh!”

Namgung Cheon’s entire body was drenched in sweat.

He recited the Honcheon Technique formula while his lips trembled.

Then, after some time, the pain that had spread through his flesh like being carved with a knife gradually subsided.

In place of the retreating pain, a sense of elation rose instead.

‘Ah…!’

At that moment, Namgung Cheon realized.

“I have been wrong!”

If the Imperial Sword Form was the sky, then the Honcheon Technique was the universe beyond the sky.

He had dared to try to contain the universe within the sky, which led to this state.

It was natural that the narrow sky could not contain the vast universe.

So the sky was screaming in agony.

Crying out to be saved.

Namgung Cheon was certain that this was the cause of the intermittent pain.

“I will reorganize my martial arts with the Honcheon Technique!”

Namgung Cheon muttered like someone possessed by something.

The eyes of Namgung Cheon, who was reciting the Honcheon Technique formula in a crouched position, gradually became cloudy and tinged with red.

Through his teeth came sounds similar to those of a beast.

“Hrrr!”

The waist of Namgung Cheon, who had fallen into a trance, slowly straightened.

Since beginning his seclusion, Namgung Cheon’s appearance had changed beyond recognition.

His clouded eyes were beyond description, and his once firm and strong jawline had sunken, giving him a neurotic impression.

His lips, which had been red and healthy, had also lost their vitality and were tinged with purple.

The thinned lips somehow exuded an ominous atmosphere.

Most notably, his body frame had become remarkably thin, and on his ten fingers grew sharp nails like beast claws.

Namgung Cheon’s waist bent backward so far it seemed it might break.

“Kekeke.”

He made a pleased sound while slowly turning his neck.

“Haa!”

Then he spread both arms and took a deep breath.

At that moment, a fragrant and sweet smell pierced his nose.

“…!”

Namgung Cheon was startled and came to his senses.

The scent that had been dizzyingly sweet soon changed to the fishy smell of iron.

He lowered his head to look down at his body.

And only then did he realize that he was once again covered in blood.

“Hmm.”

However, unlike before, Namgung Cheon’s reaction was calm.

Since it wasn’t the first time, he wasn’t particularly surprised.

He was just annoyed and irritated, like stepping on filth while walking.

Before he knew it, Namgung Cheon was naturally accepting the incomprehensible situation.

On a night when darkness had fallen.

Wang Dang was lying on the roof of a certain pavilion located in the bustling district of Anhui Hefei, using his arm as a pillow.

The streets, which would normally be bustling with people until late hours, were eerily quiet.

Since the murderous demon’s killings were happening every other day, everyone was refraining from going out.

“Just which bastard is it?”

Frustrated, today the branch leader Wang Dang had come out personally.

The Beggar Sect had been tracking the murderous demon with burning eyes, but they couldn’t find even a shadow, let alone identify him.

‘Hmm.’

Wang Dang’s eyes caught several gazes secretly positioned.

It was the Hao Clan.

Whether one of their members had died at the hands of the murderous demon or there was another reason, he couldn’t know, but the Hao Clan was definitely also chasing the murderous demon.

“It would be disgraceful to lose to those guys…”

As if he didn’t want to think about it, Wang Dang frowned and scratched his head vigorously.

“Please, let me at least catch his tail today.”

Only then could he save face as the Hefei branch leader.

‘Of all times, the Namgung Family enters seclusion and this trouble happens…’

Resentment filled Wang Dang’s eyes as he habitually surveyed the Namgung Family Manor.

What those bastards had done certainly deserved the 30-year seclusion.

But he hadn’t expected the resulting absence of security to impact him so greatly.

‘Murderous demon, you bastard deserving to be torn apart!’

Too many innocent lives had died.

‘Just wait until you fall into my hands. I’ll completely destroy you!’

Recalling the gruesome murder scenes, Wang Dang ground his teeth.

That’s when it happened.

‘Hm?’

Suddenly, a black shadow flew up from the direction of the Namgung Family.

It hadn’t come out through a side gate, but was moving using the pavilion roofs as footholds, as if scaling walls.

What reason could there be for moving so quickly at this late hour?

It was certainly a suspicious situation.

“…”

His hesitation didn’t last long.

When in doubt, pursue.

That’s what a member of the Beggar Sect should do.

Wang Dang immediately began tracking the black shadow.

While doing so, he habitually analyzed the figure.

It was a very thin man with fluttering robes.

‘Who is it?’

The Namgung Family martial artists generally had good physiques. Due to their martial arts characteristics, one could feel solid energy from them.

Wang Dang didn’t know every martial artist of the Namgung Family, but it would be stranger if he didn’t remember someone this thin.

‘Fast!’

His lightness skill had reached a very high level.

That didn’t necessarily mean his martial arts were high, but Wang Dang had good instincts.

‘A master.’

A dangerous aura filled the air.

Wang Dang followed the man even more secretly and stealthily.

‘Could he be the murderous demon?’

If so, that would mean the murderous demon was someone from the Namgung Family side…

‘Huh?’

In an instant, the shadow disappeared from before his eyes.

‘You think I’ll lose you that easily?’

Wang Dang began pursuing in earnest, tracing his tracks.

“Gwang-gae is chasing someone?”

Haowen Sect Leader Sangwan raised his head to look up at the ceiling.

Wang Dang wouldn’t have known.

That the Golu Pavilion where he had been lying with roof tiles as his blanket was a secret base of the Hao Clan.

“Has the murderous demon appeared?”

At the thought of the murderous demon, Sang-gwan-su’s face naturally grimaced.

When the rumors first spread, he had thought Gaebang would handle it well enough.

Wasn’t it the righteous Gaebang after all?

So he had stepped back, but then Ho Jeon’s granddaughter suddenly appeared and made a request.

That’s why Sang-gwan-su had no choice but to step forward, but the results were truly shocking.

Too many innocent people had died from the murderous demon’s heinous killing spree.

This pain struck Sang-gwan-su deeply because most of the Hao Clan’s disciples were powerless common people.

“Whether the opponent is the murderous demon or not isn’t certain, but those traces seem to have started from the Namgung Family.”

“The Namgung Family?”

It was a name that didn’t fit these times.

“Who stepped forward?”

“The thieves stepped forward. Some are watching the Namgung Family, and the rest are all chasing after Gwang-gae.”

Thieves referred to one of the five professions representing the Hao Clan.

They were a group called the best in stealth and swiftness.

Shrill—

Just then, an urgent whistle sound suddenly rang out.

It was a sound ordinary people couldn’t hear.

Even within the Hao Clan, only those who had learned specific martial arts could hear it.

Sang-gwan-su hardened his face and rose from his seat.

The whistle sound was gradually approaching where he was.

A moment later.

Crash!

The window shattered and a group covered in blood leaped inside.

“Sect Leader!”

One of them laid down on the floor the person he had been carrying on his back.

“…Gwang-gae?”

Sang-gwan-su’s eyes widened at the sight of Wang Dang, his whole body covered in blood, barely breathing.

“What happened?”

“Ugh…”

Wang Dang’s hand, which had risen with difficulty, dropped down with a thud.

Sang-gwan-su saw Wang Dang’s lips moving and quickly crouched down, bringing his ear close.

“Na, Nam… gung…!”

“…Namgung?”

Wang Dang’s head fell to the side and his body went limp.

Fortunately, he wasn’t dead, just unconscious.

“Gwang-gae just said Namgung. Do you know what this means?”

Sang-gwan-su was asking the thieves who had brought Wang Dang when—

Bang!

The wide-open window was torn away by something.

“Kraaaah!”

And over the torn window frame, a disheveled murderous demon roared, radiating blood-red eyes.

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