The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227

The joint training we had done so far was indeed not in vain.

I could read Eok I-geon’s thoughts just from his eyes.

The same was true for Eok I-geon.

We moved naturally as if we had coordinated beforehand.

“Heuap!”

Eok I-geon stepped on the air and leaped up.

The domineering aura characteristic of the Cheonma Military March Step pressed down on Namgung Cheon’s shoulders.

“Krrrk!”

Namgung Cheon growled while gripping Namgung San’s throat.

Namgung San was sobbing, unable to offer any resistance, shocked that his grandfather had attacked him.

The Heaven-Breaking Divine Sword in Eok I-geon’s hand cried out.

Though I couldn’t hear the sword’s cry, the atmosphere was vibrating.

The surrounding dirt and grass slowly rose into the air.

Gooooo!

Dark demonic energy burst from Eok I-geon’s body, forming a bead at the sword’s tip.

It was a sword pill, a bead of dark energy.

The sword pill fell in accordance with the sword’s path.

Swish!

Namgung Cheon’s attention was entirely focused on Eok I-geon.

Now was the chance to save Namgung San.

I swung the Mahu Phoenix Sword toward Namgung Cheon’s wrist as he was crushing Namgung San’s throat.

Screech!

Even as a murderer, his defensive instincts were clearly still alive.

Swoosh!

Just before my sword reached Namgung Cheon’s wrist, he released Namgung San’s throat and leaped backward.

“Cough, cough, kugh!”

I grabbed the collar of Namgung San, who had collapsed to the floor coughing painfully, and quickly retreated as well.

Namgung San followed without any resistance, like a kite with a broken string.

Even after I released him once we had gained distance, Namgung San couldn’t stand up.

He just stared blankly at Namgung Cheon fighting with Eok I-geon.

Having witnessed his grandfather’s erratic mental state, the shock must have been great.

Namgung San was deeply filial in the original story too.

Though he learned of his grandfather’s true nature and was devastated, he still couldn’t openly curse Namgung Cheon.

“Young Master Namgung!”

I thought about just leaving him be, but my meddlesome nature eventually made me speak up.

“Namgung San!”

I called his name once more, putting internal energy into my voice.

“…Miss Tak.”

Only then did Namgung San look at me.

“Are you going to stay like this?”

“I… I am…”

“If we don’t stop this today, more people will learn the murderer’s identity. If that’s not what you want, then pull yourself together!”

“…!”

Namgung San wouldn’t want the Namgung Family’s honor to fall further either.

He was a person of strong will, so this much should be enough for him to understand.

I turned my gaze away from Namgung San and looked back at the battlefield.

Bang bang bang!

Continuous explosive sounds were erupting.

It was an incredibly fierce exchange, hard to believe it came from sword and bare hands clashing.

Eok I-geon, having unleashed his full power, was fighting freely.

Namgung Cheon, having lost his reason to the Honcheon Artifact, was actually fighting with lesser skill than before against Eok I-geon.

Of course, he was still displaying tremendous martial prowess, but Eok I-geon wasn’t being pushed back at all against such a Namgung Cheon.

‘To be capable of such martial arts at that age.’

The protagonist’s buff was enviable no matter how many times I saw it.

…And it was also somewhat cool.

But I was now someone capable in my own right.

I was Mahu’s successor, after all.

Moreover, I was someone who was useless without internal energy.

Since I had no other use for it anyway, I intended to show off my internal power to my heart’s content today.

Swoooosh!

I held the Mahu Phoenix Sword in one hand and fitted Grandmother’s feather needle on the other as I leaped into the fray.

“It seems we won’t need to intervene.”

Three grandfathers landed on the rooftop of a building not far from where the battle was taking place.

Though they had initially been ready to jump in immediately, they all chose to watch instead.

“Am-wang, your guess was correct – the murderer is indeed Namgung Cheon.”

“Is that even human? To my eyes, he’s just a beast.”

“Look at our granddaughter’s footwork! How admirable, how admirable!”

While Am-wang and Tak Joong-hak sighed heavily upon confirming that the murderer was Namgung Cheon, Noe Yeom-baek smiled contentedly as he watched Seolha.

“Good! Well done! That’s right!”

He tensed his body and squirmed around as if he were fighting himself, completely absorbed in his granddaughter’s battle.

“Hehe! That swordplay is no ordinary swordplay!”

From their first meeting, he had guessed that her martial arts would be quite profound, but it was beyond what he had imagined.

At that age, such skill level was worthy of being called a genius and more.

“I thought she was just a child…”

Just watching made his nose tingle with emotion.

“In-law, let me ask you something.”

“…”

There was no response from Tak Joong-hak, as if he hadn’t heard Noe Yeom-baek’s call.

“…In-law?”

Only after he called again did Tak Joong-hak look at him. For some reason, Tak Joong-hak’s expression was quite serious.

“What is the name of the martial art our granddaughter is displaying? No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem ordinary. Though she’s called Cheonma’s Disciple, there’s no way our granddaughter learned that.”

At Noe Yeom-baek’s question, Tak Joong-hak’s eyes turned forward again.

More precisely, they were fixed on Eok I-geon’s movements.

‘Similar. But different.’

He hadn’t realized it at first.

Then at some point, he understood.

That footwork that overwhelmingly dominated the surrounding air was Cheonma’s martial art, the Cheonma Military March Step.

But it wasn’t the Cheonma Military March Step that Tak Joong-hak knew.

Though he couldn’t be certain, it felt closer to the essence somehow?

“In-law, why no answer again? No matter how I look at it, it seems like a supreme martial art.”

At Noe Yeom-baek’s question, Tak Joong-hak cleared his distracting thoughts and replied.

“It’s Mahu’s martial art.”

“Mahu?”

“Seolha is both Cheonma’s disciple and Mahu’s only successor.”

“Who is Mahu?”

Tak Joong-hak suppressed the sigh that was about to escape. He wanted to focus on the fight before his eyes right now.

Something unbelievable was unfolding.

However, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse Noe Yeom-baek’s earnest gaze and briefly explained about Mahu.

“Ha! So you’re saying our granddaughter has mastered martial arts comparable to the Cheonma Divine Art?”

“That’s right.”

“Amazing!”

Noe Yeom-baek’s eyes filled with pride as he looked at Seolha with admiration.

Though he had every reason to feel proud, Tak Joong-hak’s expression remained complex and subtle.

That was understandable, since Cheonma had not yet passed on the Cheonma Divine Art to anyone.

He had three sons but hadn’t designated a successor yet.

So how could Eok I-geon have learned the Cheonma Divine Art?

Though it wasn’t completely identical to Cheonma’s martial arts, from the headquarters’ perspective, this was an unbelievable major incident.

“Hmm.”

For now, pondering it alone wouldn’t yield any answers anyway.

There must be some circumstances behind it.

The only option was to ask about it separately later.

“Remarkable.”

As Tak Joong-hak made that resolution, Dang Cheol-woo, who had been quiet until now, spoke up.

“Since he’s the one who will marry my granddaughter, I expected he’d have some hidden skills, but this is quite impressive.”

If he hadn’t been satisfied, he would have opposed it somehow, but it seemed there was no need for that.

‘I still need to see the skills of that Gong Pae-cheon fellow or whatever his name is. Ugh!’

The smooth face of the man his daughter had taken a liking to naturally came to mind, and Am-wang’s previously satisfied expression instantly crumpled.

Bang bang bang—

Crash!

Meanwhile, the battle was approaching its final stages.

“It’ll be over soon.”

At first, they had been fairly evenly matched, but at some point, Namgung Cheon had gradually been pushed into a defensive position.

“Tsk tsk, to think the renowned Righteous Sword Master would become so pathetic.”

Am-wang clicked his tongue while looking down at Namgung Cheon.

“It’s simply pathetic that someone who rose to the Ten Masters couldn’t distinguish between real and fake and ended up in that state.”

Tak Joong-hak nodded at Noe Yeom-baek’s words and added.

“If an ordinary person had learned the fake Honcheon Artifact, they would have become much stronger. That fake seems to destroy reason and draw out the ultimate power of human nature.”

“You’re saying that because Namgung Cheon transcended human limits and reached the realm of Hyeon-gyeong, he actually became weaker?”

Noe Yeom-baek asked in apparent amazement. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand, but he couldn’t believe it.

“His abilities worked against him.”

“Indeed, a fake can never beat the real thing.”

“…What could the Namgung Family have been lacking that they coveted the Honcheon Artifact?”

Though Namgung Cheon’s downfall was something he had brought upon himself, as a fellow martial artist, it was hard not to feel pity.

“Yes! Just like that!”

Noe Yeom-baek punched the air and let out his umpteenth exclamation of admiration.

“The more I watch the combined attack of our granddaughter and Prince Eok, the more amazing it is! Don’t you think so?”

“That’s probably because they trained together. Since the Cult Leader is so busy, Prince Lee took on the role of teacher instead.”

“Oh, I see!”

As the battle reached its climax, the combined sword technique displayed by Eok I-geon and Seolha was nothing short of magnificent.

Slash and thrust. Thrust and slash.

Swift and dominating, sharp and illusory, heavy and soft, strong—despite the interweaving complexity, their swords never deviated even an inch.

Even the slightest mistake could have resulted in their swords clashing against each other.

Yet their lack of hesitation meant they trusted each other completely.

The relationship between Cheonma and Mahu.

Only Tak Joong-hak, who knew that Mahu’s martial arts were rooted in Cheonma’s martial arts, could vaguely understand this—Am-wang and Ho Jeon could not.

Moreover, from a certain point, they had been feeling a different kind of unease.

“Should I just go and finish this quickly?”

Watching the beautiful combined sword technique made him naturally jealous.

When Noe Yeom-baek blurted this out, Dang Cheol-woo immediately agreed.

“That’s a good idea!”

While it was enjoyable to watch his granddaughter’s martial arts, having another man beside her irritated him.

“Ahem.”

Though he didn’t voice his agreement, Tak Joong-hak was also getting gradually annoyed.

The human heart was truly strange—even while acknowledging Eok I-geon as his granddaughter’s prospective husband, he still felt oddly displeased.

Though no one could tell who started it first, the three stood side by side with their arms crossed, glaring at the battlefield.

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