The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 294

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Chapter 48

Thud!

Cha Sang-il, the owner of Geumhwa Tower, trembled as he looked down.

Someone’s hand was deeply embedded in his chest.

His mind went blank at the unbelievable situation.

“…!”

The pain came next. He screamed from the excruciating agony, but no sound came out.

Cha Sang-il didn’t even know why.

He couldn’t even realize that Tam-rang had pressed his pressure point.

“Kekeke!”

Watching a dying face was always thrilling.

Tam-rang smiled wickedly as he grasped the man’s heart.

The red mass that had sustained a human life was now writhing in his grasp.

What he was about to perform was the Blood Sect’s absorption technique that takes fresh blood, the Blood Spirit Life Absorption Technique.

The fresh blood of Geumhwa Tower’s owner Cha Sang-il seeped into Tam-rang’s hand.

As the blood of the living thrashed about like a living organism, Tam-rang’s blood vessels swelled.

The expanded vessels climbed up his wrist like spider webs, passing through his arm and shoulder to reach his chest.

Color gradually drained from Cha Sang-il’s body.

His skin became not just pale but withered, slowly crumbling like a dying plant.

Meanwhile, Tam-rang’s face, which had been losing color from repeated internal injuries, began to show signs of life.

“Haaa.”

Tam-rang let out a long breath.

It was a breath full of the stench of blood.

Thud!

Geumhwa Tower owner Cha Sang-il’s head fell limply to the side.

“Tch.”

Tam-rang made a disappointed sound as he could no longer enjoy watching the death.

Whoosh—

Crash!

Tam-rang threw the man away as if discarding something bothersome.

Surprisingly, there were already over ten corpses around him, all dead with holes in their chests.

“Maebok-sa.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ok-ran, the female supervisor who managed Geumhwa Tower’s courtesans, answered with her hands politely clasped.

“In half an hour, bring Jeon So-cheol.”

Tam-rang sat cross-legged among the corpses.

“I will obey your command.”

Ok-ran was Tam-rang’s trusted subordinate hidden in Geumhwa Tower.

After she left, Tam-rang began to assimilate the fresh blood he had absorbed with his absorption technique.

Hissss—

Soon after, red mist began rising from Tam-rang’s body.

The Martial Arts Alliance has four military organizations.

Among them, Jeon So-cheol, the Blue Hegemon Fist Master and captain of the tenth flag under the Black Tortoise Unit, the Blue Wind Flag, grumbled as he passed through a small opening.

“Damn it.”

Not long after leaving headquarters, he spotted a veiled woman across the street around a corner.

Jeon So-cheol hurriedly approached her, conscious of the surrounding gazes.

“Ok-ran! What is this about?”

Jeon So-cheol dragged Ok-ran to a corner and glared at her threateningly.

“What time is it now to be summoning people back and forth?”

“Master is looking for you.”

“…Me?”

“Yes.”

“No, damn it! Don’t you know the Martial Arts Alliance is under heaven-level emergency? I can’t go even if I wanted to!”

“Master says to come to Geumhwa Tower. You have about an hour left.”

No matter how much Jeon So-cheol protested, Maebok-sa Ok-ran only conveyed Tam-rang’s orders.

“This damn—!”

“If you don’t come….”

“I know! I know!”

The agitated Jeon So-cheol grabbed Ok-ran by the collar and pushed her against the wall.

Jeon So-cheol was a martial artist.

Even without using internal energy, it was enough force to cause pain. Yet there was no particular change in her expression.

“It can’t be for long!”

“That’s for Master to decide.”

At Ok-ran’s words, Jeon So-cheol’s strength completely drained away.

When he released her collar, she straightened her wrinkled clothes and turned around.

“Don’t be late.”

“I got it, so go first. We can’t move together.”

Ok-ran nodded and left the alley.

Jeon So-cheol paced back and forth as if to calm his anxious mind, then soon headed toward Geumhwa Tower.

Clang clang clang clang!

Behind him, urgent bell sounds continued to ring.

Dozens of black flags were fluttering in the wind.

“Miss!”

“What on earth happened?”

“What about Tam-rang?”

As I exited the main gate, the Phoenix Corps was waiting for me.

All their faces were full of worry, apparently concerned that something might have happened to me.

From the disciples’ perspective, it was understandable.

The bells kept ringing, black flags were suddenly raised on the pavilions—they must have wondered what was going on.

If I had known this would happen, I should have gotten plenty of entry passes.

“He escaped.”

When I spoke, the disciples’ eyes changed.

“Did you find him?”

“Yeah, he was disguised as a strategist in the Military Department. And as the top disciple of Cheon-gi Susa Jegal Mun-gi, no less. Amazing, right?”

“Top disciple?”

“Wow, we really got backstabbed.”

“So that’s why all this commotion started.”

I briefly explained how I had tracked down Tam-rang following his traces, but lost him right before my eyes due to the Heavenly Wheel Formation.

“He couldn’t have gone far because of his internal injuries. Since he was the Grand Strategist’s top disciple, he knows better than anyone how the Martial Arts Alliance will respond. He’s not foolish enough to choose to flee knowing that the Heavenly Net will be deployed.”

“Then he’ll probably hide in a safe house and treat his internal injuries first.”

“Right. We need to find that place.”

“Where should we start searching?”

The disciples were enthusiastic, perhaps because they had been itching for action.

Then Song Mu-hyeon raised his hand and spoke.

“How about we start with Geumhwa Tower?”

“Geumhwa Tower?”

“That’s where we first saw him. There must be a reason he established himself there. Isn’t he someone who’s cautious about everything?”

Song Mu-hyeon’s insight was quite sharp.

In fact, I had been concerned about that as well.

I had witnessed that bastard stabbing a courtesan to death with a hairpin in a private room at Geumhwa Tower.

After that, I clearly saw another woman enter and leave that room.

There’s no way that woman didn’t see the dead courtesan.

Whether she was Tam-rang’s subordinate or not, she must be connected somehow.

“Let’s go, to Geumhwa Tower.”

I decided to track Tam-rang’s traces again starting from there.

“What the hell happened?”

Seeing the street atmosphere becoming tense faster than expected, Jeon So-cheol pondered for a moment.

At times like this, if he had been part of the Dark Four or Cheolhyeoldae, or at least affiliated with Chongwanbu, he could have known what was going on, but his reality was that he was merely the tenth squad leader of the Black Tortoise Unit.

“Damn it.”

Though he desperately wanted to return to the Martial Arts Alliance, he couldn’t do so as long as the poison was planted in his body.

Jeon So-cheol hurriedly entered Geumhwa Tower with his face covered.

“Where are you?”

Maebok-sa Ok-ran was waiting with her characteristically expressionless face.

“Not even one hour has passed yet.”

“What?”

Jeon So-cheol was dumbfounded.

“Do you really not know the situation outside? I risked my life coming here! I need to return as quickly as possible!”

“Wait.”

Though his anger was boiling like crazy, Jeon So-cheol had no other choice.

“Damn!”

He swallowed his curse and went to sit in a nearby empty chair.

Who could he blame?

It was all karma from his own choices.

The elixir Tam-rang had given him and the martial arts manual he had handed over.

He wasn’t unaware that it was a sweet poisoned cup.

But the changed gazes toward him, his rising status, and eventually becoming the Blue Wind Flag captain of the Black Tortoise Unit from a low-ranking martial artist.

He had obtained things he never could have dreamed of before.

However, that sweetness soon caught his ankle, and eventually gripped his throat.

Though he realized his mistake late and tried to pull out, he no longer had the right to decide.

Jeon So-cheol lamented his fate and clutched his head in anguish.

“The master calls for you.”

Just when he was almost giving up, the summons finally came.

Jeon So-cheol weakly rose from his seat and followed the spy up the stairs.

‘Why do I feel like this today?’

Strangely, he felt like cattle being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

An inexplicable anxiety crept up from the very bottom.

“You may enter.”

“You… aren’t you going in?”

Suddenly, warning bells went off.

Standing before the door, the fear he had suppressed burst out, filling him with tremendous resistance.

Creak!

Maebok-sa Ok-ran opened the door wide without a reply.

“Gasp!”

Beyond the open door, corpses filled the room.

Jeon So-cheol’s body trembled.

Not simply from seeing corpses, but because of the condition of the bodies scattered in the room.

All had holes pierced through their chests and their skin was wrinkled as if their life force had been drained.

As a martial artist, Jeon So-cheol knew well what that meant.

“Come in.”

His body automatically responded to his master’s command.

“P-please spare me! I’ll do anything you ask!”

Jeon So-cheol pleaded for his life as he entered the room.

It was too unfair to die like this.

Stab!

It was then that he felt a burning pain in his back.

A sharp blade had pierced through his torso and protruded from his chest.

Staggering from the excruciating pain that made him feel breathless, Jeon So-cheol barely managed to turn his head.

“You, you…”

It was the spy who had stabbed the blade into his back.

As if poison had been applied to the blade, his senses dulled and his mind became hazy.

“Carefully peel off the facial skin.”

“Yes, master.”

“I’ll have to live in this bastard’s body for a while.”

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