The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 268
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Episode 22
Swoosh!
At the sound of something flying through the air, my eyes met with Seo-ryeon’s.
“What should we do?”
“Let’s wait and see for now. Let’s observe how they handle it.”
Gangho was a place where strange and coincidental events occurred even when I didn’t want them to.
I wanted to use this opportunity to test the abilities of the Phoenix Corps disciples.
Thwack!
Song Mu-hyeon’s hand moved like lightning.
Just before the flying chopstick could embed itself in the edge of the table, his two fingers swiftly caught it.
“What the hell?”
“Huh?”
“Which bastard’s lackey is pulling this crap during our meal?”
The three witches, who had been burying their faces in their rice bowls, lifted their heads and glared in the direction the chopstick had come from.
If glares could have blades, their opponent would have been shredded dozens of times over.
“Mind your own business.”
Meanwhile, Song Mu-hyeon resumed eating as if nothing had happened.
“The young lady told us not to cause trouble.”
Yun Ha-ram warned the three witches not to act rashly.
“Eok Hwi-gyeom, you eat quietly too.”
Yang Ha-rin also immediately stepped in to control things, worried that Eok Hwi-gyeom might go wild.
“Those guys actually know how to restrain themselves?”
“Indeed they do.”
Seeing the well-behaved appearance of the three witches, it seemed our training hadn’t been in vain, and both Seo-ryeon and I chuckled at the same time.
‘But what are those guys picking a fight for?’
Throwing chopsticks out of nowhere basically meant they wanted to fight.
I didn’t know the reason, but it seemed we had become their target.
‘Well, this is what martial arts novels are like.’
It would be stranger if a fight didn’t break out at an inn.
‘How should we deal with those guys?’
I began pondering what method would punish them while causing minimal damage to the inn.
Gwang Pung-woong, the second of the group who had thrown the chopstick at Seolha’s party, was inwardly flustered.
Even though he had held back somewhat, he hadn’t expected them to handle it so leisurely.
“Big brother, did you see that hand movement just now?”
“Yes. It was quite impressive.”
Cheol Jang-woong, the eldest of the San Seo Three Heroes, nodded and expressed his admiration.
“But they’re holding back even when we’re openly picking a fight?”
“That is suspicious, isn’t it?”
“Usually guys who have something to hide show this kind of reaction, don’t they?”
“Something stinks here.”
This time, a chopstick was gripped in Cheol Jang-woong’s hand.
“Let’s see you dodge this one.”
Cheol Jang-woong aimed the chopstick directly at Song Mu-hyeon’s neck.
If he failed to dodge this attack, it would be a cruel move that would kill him instantly.
Whoooosh!
A fierce piercing sound cut through the air.
Song Mu-hyeon immediately stood up from his seat and took a stance.
Then he caught the flying chopstick with both hands as if he were putting his palms together in prayer.
Crack!
The force contained in the chopstick was considerable, as Song Mu-hyeon’s body was pushed back about a step.
But that was all—he sustained no injuries whatsoever.
“Hey! You big guys over there!”
After briefly gauging Seolha’s reaction, Song Mu-hyeon waved the chopstick and asked.
“Did you happen to lose this?”
“…?”
“Then I’ll return it to you.”
Song Mu-hyeon hurled the chopstick toward the San Seo Three Heroes.
Whoosh!
The momentum contained in the wooden chopstick was in no way inferior to Cheol Jang-woong’s.
The chopstick flying at terrifying speed shattered a liquor bottle on the table and then flew on to embed itself in the wall.
Crash!
The liquor remaining in the bottle splattered in all directions and flowed down messily.
“Oh my! Of all things, it had to hit the liquor bottle. The distance was far, so I made a small mistake. But since I was trying to help you, I hope you’ll understand with your generous hearts.”
The San Seo Three Heroes’ expressions twisted at Song Mu-hyeon’s brazen remark.
They weren’t stupid enough not to realize that their opponent was mocking them.
“Who are you bastards!”
Gwang Pung-woong’s face turned red as he shouted.
“And who might you be?”
“We are the San Seo Three Heroes, well-known even in Luoyang!”
“San Seo Three Heroes? I’ve never heard of them. Have you?”
When Song Mu-hyeon asked the disciples, they all shook their heads as if they had made a pact.
“No.”
“Weren’t they pigs instead of bears?”
“Their titles are so tacky, right?”
The three witches’ whispers reached the San Seo Three Heroes’ ears clearly.
For them, who took pride in their titles, these were nothing but insulting words.
“Since you can’t reveal your identities, you must be the remnants of the Demonic Sect!”
“I wondered where you were hiding—it was right under our noses!”
Cheol Jang-woong stepped forward, suddenly claiming that Seolha’s group were remnants of the Demonic Sect.
“We, the San Seo Three Heroes, will uphold justice in Gangho!”
“Evil Demonic Sect bastards! Obediently offer up your necks!”
Following the eldest, the second Gwang Pung-woong and the youngest Beok Gab-woong also got excited and burst out in angry shouts.
“Shop Owner! This is terrible!”
The waitress came running breathlessly into the kitchen.
She urgently informed Sim Suk-su, who was both the inn’s owner and head chef, about the situation outside.
“It looks like a fight’s about to break out! The San Seo Three Heroes are growling, and it doesn’t look like it’ll just pass!”
“Damn it! Those bastards are finally causing trouble!”
Sim Suk-su trembled while holding his Chinese cleaver.
His premonitions were annoyingly never wrong.
“Being cooped up in the inn all the time must be making their bodies itch for action!”
He had prepared for times like this.
“Go immediately to Beophwa Gate and inform the sect leader of the situation and ask for help! Hurry!”
“Yes, Shop Owner! I’ll be back!”
The waitress ran out the back door in terror.
Beophwa Gate was one of the most prestigious secular sects affiliated with Shaolin established in Luoyang.
Although Sim Suk-su hadn’t learned martial arts, he had connections with the sect leader of Beophwa Gate since he was from the Shaolin Vegetarian Hall.
“Damn martial arts bastards!”
He gritted his teeth while striking the cutting board with a large Chinese cleaver.
“If you’re going to drink, drink properly! Why cause trouble in someone else’s inn?”
If they left even the smallest scratch on the inn that was like his own life, he would never let it slide.
“How dare you touch someone from Shaolin in Luoyang?”
Sim Suk-su’s face as he furiously wielded the cleaver looked like a demon.
Sim Hong-gi, the sect leader of Beophwa Gate, entered the Buddhist hall.
Standing before the altar, he solemnly lit incense and bowed three times.
After finishing his prayers, Sim Hong-gi knelt down.
“Yeon-gwang.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Gang-yu is nine this year, isn’t he?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Then next year we’ll have to send him to the main temple.”
It was tradition in Beophwa Gate for the eldest son who would inherit the lineage to be sent to Shaolin Temple at age ten to become a monk, then return to secular life at twenty to come back home and continue the family line.
The ten-year temporary monasticism was a long-standing tradition of Beophwa Gate.
“How are his studies?”
“Neither lacking nor excessive.”
Sim Hong-gi nodded at his son’s answer.
“As you know, it will be a difficult ten years. Cherish the remaining time without regret.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Sect Leader! Sect Leader!”
It was then that the supervisor came rushing into the Buddhist hall in a panic.
“Hey! What is this reckless behavior?”
Young Sect Leader Sim Yeon-gwang scolded the supervisor.
“I apologize! But the matter is too urgent!”
“What could be so urgent?”
“A big fight has broken out at Sim Suk-su’s inn!”
“…Sim Suk-su?”
Sim Suk-su was someone Sect Leader Sim Hong-gi had formed a connection with during his training at Shaolin Temple.
Though he hadn’t become a monk like himself, he was someone with very deep Buddhist faith.
Upon discovering they shared the same surname by chance, they often exchanged stories in their delight.
“Who started the fight?”
“They’re called the San Seo Three Heroes.”
Seeing that their alias included “San Seo,” they must be quite skilled in martial arts.
“Who got into conflict with them?”
“According to the waitress, they seemed like martial world newcomers who didn’t know Luoyang well. But the San Seo Three Heroes accused them of being remnants of the Demonic Sect, and the dispute escalated.”
Sim Hong-gi frowned.
Ever since the Demonic Sect’s secret branch was discovered in Luoyang, all sorts of incidents had been occurring endlessly using that as an excuse.
“Yeon-gwang.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Gather the disciples. We need to settle this before it gets noisier.”
“I’ll prepare immediately.”
As Young Sect Leader Sim Yeon-gwang and the supervisor withdrew, silence descended upon the Buddhist hall again.
“Namu Amitabha.”
Sim Hong-gi quietly chanted the Buddhist invocation as he rose from his seat.
“You rat bastards!”
“Did you think we wouldn’t know if you hid your identities?”
Anyone could see that the San Seo Three Heroes’ words were unreasonable.
Neither I nor any of the Phoenix Corps members had ever shown any signs of being from the Demon Faction.
While it was true that we were actually from the Demon Faction, at least right now we were in an unfair position – that was a fact.
“Fellow martial artists! The remnants of the Demonic Sect are hiding here! Let us join forces and eliminate them!”
There was no particular response to his outcry.
It was obvious to anyone that this was just building justification.
“I, the hero of Shanxi Province! Cheol Jang-woong will tear off your masks!”
Thinking the stage was now set, Cheol Jang-woong shot out a palm strike with his reddened hand.
His target happened to be Hyeol-nyeo Jeon Hye-yun.
Her petite frame must have looked quite manageable.
“Look at this bastard? Targeting me? Did I look like a total amateur to you?”
Whooom!
Jeon Hye-yun swung her greatsword toward the incoming palm strike like spinning a windmill.
Crash!
“Urgh!”
With that single sword strike, Cheol Jang-woong’s massive frame was sent flying and rolled across the floor.
“Get up, you pig bastard! You have to pay the price for looking down on me!”
Demonic energy that had been suppressed until now began to emanate from Jeon Hye-yun’s entire body as she glared at the fallen Cheol Jang-woong.
“Th-this is!”
“It’s demonic energy!”
“They really were from the Demon Faction!”
The onlookers all drew their weapons at once and surrounded us.
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