The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 300

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Chapter 54

I felt as if I had entered the eye of a typhoon.

The chanting of the anti-demon mantra continued endlessly like an auditory hallucination.

“Om somani somani hum harianna harianna hum harianna banaya hum anaya hok baabam baara hum batak om somani somani hum harianna harianna hum harianna banaya hum anaya hok baabam baara hum batak…”

Get it together, Seolha!

I’m in the middle of combat right now!

I struggled to regain my composure amidst the confusion.

‘Huh?’

At that moment, I discovered that the world had stopped.

‘What is this?’

Looking closely, the world hadn’t stopped, but was flowing so slowly that it created that illusion.

It was as if the axis of time had shifted for me alone.

Tam-rang was right in front of me, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he tried to kill me.

When I lowered my gaze, I saw that his strike, which I thought I had blocked, was almost touching my chest.

“Om somani somani hum harianna harianna hum harianna banaya hum anaya hok baabam baara hum batak.”

I could feel the relentless chanting coming to an end.

Elder Buljon’s chanting resonated with the energy of nature, being reborn as Buddhist power.

As my empty Gyeong-oe Gi-hyeol filled with internal energy, I closed my eyes.

“Guanyin Bodhisattva.”

Quietly calling out the Buddha’s name, I opened my eyes.

The twisted axis of time naturally found its proper place.

Crack!

I twisted Tam-rang’s wrist without mercy.

“Krak!”

His wrist snapped, and the fierce blood-red energy vanished without a trace.

I kicked with all my might at Tam-rang’s stomach as he groaned in pain from his broken bone.

“Keoook!”

He flew like a piece of paper and collapsed face-first.

I reached out to the side.

Wooooong—

The Mahu Bonghwang Sword that had fallen to the floor cried mournfully as it flew into my hand.

Gripping the Mahu Bonghwang Sword, I stepped toward Tam-rang.

In the small room of Musim Hermitage, subtly permeated with incense, Gong-heo Daesa, the abbot of Shaolin Monastery, came to visit again today.

This had become a daily routine ever since Seolha descended the mountain.

“Sa-baek.”

“What?”

Bulseon Gagyeon, who was sitting in meditation rolling prayer beads in his hands, responded with his eyes closed.

“…”

But there was no reply whatsoever.

“Why aren’t you saying anything after calling for someone?”

At this, Gak-yeon frowned and spoke in an irritated voice.

Still, Gong-heo Daesa said nothing.

“Hehe, this guy?”

Finally, Gak-yeon opened his eyes wide and glared at Gong-heo.

As if waiting for this moment, Gong-heo Daesa opened his mouth.

“Have you been having fun lately?”

“What are you talking about out of nowhere?”

“You keep chuckling, so I’m curious about the reason.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

Gak-yeon tilted his head and brushed his face with one hand.

At that moment, just as Gong-heo said, the corner of his mouth twitched.

“See? You’re doing it right now, aren’t you?”

“Ahem, no I’m not.”

Gak-yeon tried to brush it off with a cough, but Gong-heo Daesa was persistent.

“But you are.”

“Good grief, I said I’m not!”

Even at Gak-yeon’s outburst, Gong-heo didn’t back down.

His eyes burned with determination to hear the truth today.

“Thinking about it carefully, you’ve been like this ever since Benefactor Tak visited.”

Gak-yeon’s eyes wavered at Gong-heo Daesa’s sharp observation.

However, he quickly averted his gaze and coughed again.

“Ahem!”

Then, as if remembering something, the corner of his mouth twitched again.

“Sa-baek.”

“Alright. Alright!”

Unable to withstand Gong-heo’s persistence, Gak-yeon raised both hands in surrender.

“Now please tell me. What’s so amusing?”

Gak-yeon suddenly smiled mischievously.

It was an expression as if a high monk who had lived for decades in enlightenment and non-action had momentarily succumbed to worldly temptation.

“I saw something truly precious.”

“Something precious?”

“Yes. Precious. Very precious.”

Gak-yeon closed his eyes thoughtfully.

“But that precious thing happened to be in the hands of wicked ones, wouldn’t you know?”

“What do you mean…”

“It had been tainted by their hands, I mean.”

“Pardon?”

“They had an eye for it though. Tsk!”

Gak-yeon clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Anyway, since it was in someone else’s possession, I had given up hope in my heart, but… that precious thing came to find me on its own feet? Hoho.”

“Sa-baek, please speak so I can understand. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Gong-heo couldn’t understand a word of what Gak-yeon was saying.

Regardless, Gak-yeon continued with his own story.

“Since it was precious and pretty, I cleaned off the dirt from those wicked ones and polished it to a shine.”

Gak-yeon’s mouth curved with satisfaction.

“Sa-baek, are you really going to do this? I asked you to speak clearly!”

“There is such a thing.”

Gak-yeon laughed while watching the frustrated Gong-heo.

“You’ll find out soon enough too. Hehe.”

The stubborn and stern Sa-baek was nowhere to be found, replaced by a playful old monk sitting before him.

Seeing this unfamiliar side of Sa-baek, Gong-heo Daesa thought he would return empty-handed again today.

It definitely seemed related to Benefactor Tak, but he couldn’t interpret it at all.

“How surprised would those fellows be if they knew? If I could see their expressions directly, it would truly be a sight to behold… What a pity. Amitabha. Hehehe!”

When Gong-heo stared at him intently, Gak-yeon’s expression instantly turned serious.

“…It’s all for the sake of Shaolin.”

Even so, Gong-heo couldn’t shake off his sense of foreboding.

The largest and tallest pavilion in the Martial Arts Alliance was naturally the Maeng-ju Palace.

Alliance Leader Yeon Un-jang had climbed onto the pavilion’s roof and was looking down over all of Wuhan.

“It doesn’t seem to be going easily.”

Despite his calm expression, his tone was heavy.

“My sin of teaching too much is great.”

Chief Strategist Jegal Mun-gi, who was standing beside him, spoke with a devastated face.

“Don’t say such things. Don’t they say you can know ten fathoms of water but not one fathom of a person’s heart?”

Yeon Un-jang comforted Jegal Mun-gi.

Even without him adding to it, guilt would obviously torment Jegal Mun-gi for some time.

It was when silence was settling again as they waited for news to arrive.

Swoooosh— Bang!

A red firework exploded not far away.

“It seems they’ve found him!”

“Let’s go!”

Yeon Un-jang and Jegal Mun-gi simultaneously shot out like arrows.

Crash!

As they approached the direction where the firework had been launched, what caught their eyes was a golden radiance.

“Over there!”

The demon-subduing energy imbued with Buddhist power was suppressing the blood-red aura with overwhelming force.

“Incredible!”

“I can’t believe it even seeing it.”

Yeon Un-jang and Jegal Mun-gi couldn’t contain their amazement.

The majestic and sacred brilliance was so wondrous it was as if Buddha himself had descended to the world.

The radiance that Seolha emitted wasn’t mere strong energy.

It was the power of Buddhism that instantly washed away and purified the murky and ominous blood energy, where compassion and dignity coexisted.

“Ah, Amitabha!”

Elder Gong Myeong of Shaolin Temple, who arrived afterward, chanted the Buddha’s name filled with Buddhist devotion.

“Cheon-sin-mun’s Buddhist teachings are comparable to Shaolin Temple! Wonsi Anjin!”

A Mudang Sect elder also burst out with heartfelt admiration.

“Pyeongan Seonjae!”

“Daedo Muryang!”

Other Taoist sect elders from the Nine Sects and One Alliance also shouted Taoist exclamations while nodding repeatedly.

The battle was reaching its climax.

And finally, Seolha’s sword pierced Tam-rang’s heart.

Even until the moment of death, he poured out curses.

Perhaps feeling resentful and wronged, he met his death with eyes wide open.

When Tam-rang died, the Cheongpung Unit members who had been under the soul-absorbing technique lost consciousness and collapsed.

“It would have been better if we could have captured him alive.”

“Since that bastard charged with the resolve for mutual destruction, even Cheon-sin Geom-hwa had no choice.”

To extract information about the new underground force called Hyeolcheon-hoe, keeping Tam-rang alive would have been beneficial for the Martial Arts Alliance.

However, having already suffered many casualties, they couldn’t demand greater sacrifices.

“In any case, it’s the birth of a new rising star.”

Nearby, not only the Martial Arts Alliance leadership but also the warriors who had spread the Heavenly Net had gathered in droves.

They all looked up at Seolha with admiration.

“A Bodhisattva has descended to Cheon-sin-mun!”

“She is the Bodhisattva of Cheon-sin-mun!”

“Waaaah!”

I was alone, pondering the meaning of the last words Tam-rang had uttered before dying.

Suddenly hearing the sound of cheering, I snapped back to attention.

What, what?

When did so many people gather here?

I hadn’t noticed because I was concentrating on Elder Buljon’s sutra chanting.

“Cheon-sin Bodhisattva! Cheon-sin Bodhisattva!”

“Waaaah!”

But wait a minute.

What are they calling me right now?

Ch-Cheon-sin Bodhisattva?

I can understand Cheon-sin a hundred times over, but why is Bodhisattva attached?

If this reaches Master’s ears again…

Oh no, what do I do!

I’m going to get a huge scolding.

Huh?

Just as my mind was about to go blank with worry and concern, I saw something strange.

…Eok I-geon?

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