The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 313

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Chapter 67

“Never in my life did I think I’d come to Wuhan.”

Cheok Gwang, the chief leader of Jang Gang Su-ro-chae and Dong Jeong Yong-wang, looked out at the streets of Wuhan with a bamboo fishing rod slung over his shoulder.

He truly never thought he would set foot on the land of Wuhan where the Martial Arts Alliance headquarters was located during his lifetime.

“Isn’t that right?”

When Cheok Gwang asked, Gu-deung, the deputy leader of Yong Wang-chae standing beside him, also nodded with deep emotion and replied.

“That’s right, Lord!”

Cheok Gwang habitually patted Gu-deung’s bald head with his palm.

Pat pat!

He liked the crisp sound it made.

“Didn’t Ssang-myeon-gun-ja tell us not to be scared?”

Sang-gwan-su, the strategist of Sadoryeon and lord of Hao Clan, had told them to act with dignity once they entered Wuhan.

‘I can’t miss this opportunity.’

“Let’s go!”

Dong Jeong Yong-wang Cheok Gwang grinned and stepped forward vigorously.

With a straw hat and fishing rod, sleeves and pant legs roughly rolled up, and wearing straw sandals with good drainage, he looked like a fisherman to anyone who saw him.

An appearance that didn’t match this street where the Martial Arts Alliance was located at all.

Nevertheless, Cheok Gwang didn’t hide his presence as Sang-gwan-su had instructed.

When his imposing aura was added to his strange attire, naturally all eyes around him were drawn to him.

“Those people are…”

“Looking at their attire, are they from Jang Gang Su-ro-chae?”

“Then that person in front must be Dong Jeong Yong-wang!”

“Hehe, what a fierce aura he has.”

“Have you all gone senile? There’s no way the leaders of Sadoryeon would come to Wuhan!”

“Tsk tsk, you must have been drinking somewhere and overslept again.”

“Why are you bringing up oversleeping? Unless the bandits have gone mad, why would they appear in Wuhan? If those are really them, they must have a death wish!”

“This fellow really knows nothing.”

“…Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“This morning, Sadoryeon’s flag was raised in Wuhan.”

“What, what? Sadoryeon’s flag? Here in Wuhan?”

“That’s right.”

“What is the Martial Arts Alliance doing!”

“They mobilized martial artists and increased security.”

“Good heavens! How could such a thing…!”

“It must mean there’s an important meeting, right?”

“Otherwise, this situation would be hard to understand.”

“Sadoryeon in Wuhan…”

The louder the murmuring became, the more Cheok Gwang straightened his shoulders and strode boldly down the main road.

Before long, he arrived at the promised location.

“Hahahaha!”

The flag symbolizing Sadoryeon was fluttering on the rooftop.

Dong Jeong Yong-wang tilted his head back and looked up at the flag for a long time.

“Why are you staring at it like that?”

The owner of the voice from behind was Ssang-myeon-gun-ja Sang-gwan-su.

“Hao Clan has made quite an investment.”

At Cheok Gwang’s words, Sang-gwan-su just chuckled.

“To stand shoulder to shoulder with the Martial Arts Alliance, we have to accept some losses.”

In fact, this place was Hao Clan’s stronghold that had been established with difficulty in Wuhan. There were reasons for revealing such a place so openly.

Excluding the remote regions of Bukhai Ice Palace and Namhae Sun Palace, there are three major powers in Gangho.

The righteous Martial Arts Alliance, the demonic Cheonma Sect, and the evil Sadoryeon.

Each maintains the balance of the martial arts world in their own way.

But if you look deeper, the reality was somewhat different.

Between the two giant powers of the Martial Arts Alliance and Cheonma Sect, Sadoryeon barely occupied a position, filling the gaps.

In short, Sadoryeon was at a disadvantage compared to the Martial Arts Alliance and Demonic Sect.

So they judged it necessary to become equal, at least in appearance, with this opportunity.

“Still, doesn’t it look good?”

“I’m absolutely delighted with it.”

Cheok Gwang felt like he owed Sang-gwan-su a debt.

“Lord, I think you should go inside now.”

Before they knew it, the surroundings were filled with onlookers.

“Let’s go in.”

This was sufficiently dramatic entrance.

Cheok Gwang and Sang-gwan-su turned their gaze away from the flag and entered the building together.

“Have the others arrived?”

“Tal Baek-sal Wang declined, saying there would be no benefit in showing his face.”

“Well, there’s nothing good for an assassin to gain by showing his face.”

He wasn’t talking purely about physical appearance.

He was referring to tens of thousands of characteristics that a martial artist possesses: their unique aura, physique, gait, voice, and habits.

“Was there any contact from Dok-sin-gun?”

Sang-gwan-su smiled bitterly and answered instead.

“Not yet, it seems.”

“I heard he’s close to completion.”

Sa Gun-myeong, the lord of Yunnan Poison Valley and Dok-sin-gun.

It had been over two years since he buried himself in the poison valley, determined to create the ultimate poison that would surpass Sacheon-dangmun.

Two years ago, Dok-sin-gun was defeated by Tian Shou Du Hua Dang Ying Ling, who wasn’t even a Dark Elder, but his daughter.

Shocked by this, he had been secluding himself and dedicating himself to developing a deadly poison that would surpass the Sichuan Dang Family.

“Then it’s just you, me, and San-i.”

Dong Jeong Yong-wang muttered regretfully and moved forward. The moment he entered the interior, his eyes widened slightly.

Someone completely unrelated to Sadoryeon was sitting there.

“It’s fortunate that Dok-sin-gun didn’t come.”

That person was Dang Cheol-woo, the Dark Elder of the Sichuan Dang Family.

“Just arriving now?”

Ho Jeon No Yeom-baek raised his hand in greeting at his friend’s appearance.

“Hey, San-i. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Cheok Gwang also giggled and waved his fishing rod.

“Have you been well?”

Cheok Gwang cupped his fists toward the Dark Elder.

“As you can see, I’ve been well. Dong Jeong Yong-wang seems to have been at peace as well.”

Dang Cheol-woo also stood up from his seat and politely returned the greeting with cupped fists.

It was somewhat awkward and uncomfortable, but today was also a gathering for Seolha.

“Gu-deung! Did you bring it?”

“Yes, Elder!”

No Yeom-baek seemed more pleased to see Gu-deung, who was carrying a bundle behind him, than his friend Cheok Gwang.

At his call, Gu-deung hurried over and took out a wooden box from his bundle.

“Let me see.”

It was not No Yeom-baek but Dang Cheol-woo who opened the wooden box.

Dark Elder Dang Cheol-woo was deeply versed in medicine and poisons. Everyone’s attention was focused on his every movement.

“Hmm.”

What Gu-deung had brought were medicinal herbs collected at No Yeom-baek’s request.

As he brushed away the moist moss, vibrant grass full of life revealed itself inside. The care taken to bring it was evident.

“It must have taken a lot of effort, but thank you.”

“These are medicinal herbs for niece Seolha, so how could I not pay attention?”

At Ho Jeon’s praise, Gu-deung bashfully rubbed his bald head.

“Yongwang, you’ve worked hard too.”

“Thank you.”

Noe Yeom-baek and Dang Cheol-woo expressed their gratitude to Cheok Gwang.

“I did it for granddaughter Seolha…!”

At the sinister aura pouring from Ho Jeon and Dark Elder, Cheok Gwang hesitated mid-sentence.

“Why, why are you like this? Dark Elder, why are you acting this way?”

Even Gu-deung, who was nearby, was startled by the sudden hostility.

“Ahem!”

Dark Elder belatedly withdrew his aura and let out a cough.

“Well, fine. You’re acceptable…”

Ho Jeon reluctantly acknowledged with a displeased expression.

“Since Seolha has already called you Grandpa Yongwang, it can’t be helped.”

“I’ll allow you as well.”

As if making some great decision, Noe Yeom-baek and Dang Cheol-woo looked at each other and nodded.

“This is the limit.”

“We cannot tolerate any more grandfathers!”

With grandfathers constantly swarming around Seolha like flies, Ho Jeon and Dark Elder were now at their wit’s end.

“No! Venerable Gak-yeon won’t do!”

“What kind of grandfather-granddaughter relationship can there be with a monk who has severed ties with the secular world!”

Both exploded in anger simultaneously.

As Cheok Gwang blinked in confusion about what was happening, Sang-gwan-su quietly approached to explain.

“Venerable Gak-yeon of Shaolin has adopted niece Seolha as his granddaughter.”

“What, what?”

Cheok Gwang jumped up, gripping his fishing rod.

“Which direction was Shaolin Monastery?”

“Lord! You mustn’t!”

Gu-deung grabbed Cheok Gwang’s waist as he tried to rush outside.

“I’m barely hanging on at the bottom of the grandfather hierarchy, watching everyone’s reactions, and now who’s adopting whom as granddaughter?”

Cheok Gwang’s fishing rod trembled violently.

In the heart of the Martial Arts Alliance, right in the center of Wuhan, the flag of Sa Do-ryeon fluttered.

“We got hit pretty hard.”

Alliance Leader Yeon Un-jang let out a hollow laugh and muttered quietly.

“From Sa Do-ryeon’s perspective, they wouldn’t want to miss this opportunity. Don’t worry too much since the Vermillion Bird Unit is on site.”

Yeon Un-jang was relieved by Jegal Mun-gi’s response.

“Well done. There are always reckless young pups who try to make a name for themselves at times like this.”

“I’ve ordered them all to be blocked in advance.”

Yeon Un-jang made eye contact with Jegal Mun-gi and asked.

“What should we do about the meeting? At this point, wouldn’t it be better to invite them to our alliance headquarters?”

“I also think it would be good to show broad magnanimity.”

“Then let’s go with the invitation.”

“And about the meeting. I’d like to ask Miss Tak for help.”

“You mean the Heavenly Divine Bodhisattva?”

Ho Jeon’s biological granddaughter and Dark Elder’s great-granddaughter.

And even Venerable Gak-yeon of Bul-jon on top of that.

Seolha was practically the eye of a typhoon.

“Even if emotions become uncomfortable during the meeting, I think Miss Tak could appropriately refresh the atmosphere.”

“That makes sense. As they say, no grandfather can win against his granddaughter.”

Thinking of his grandson Yeon U-seong, Yeon Un-jang nodded and ordered.

“Prepare the protocol.”

“Yes.”

“Sa Do-ryeon coming to the Martial Arts Alliance…”

While there had been brief meetings in neutral territories in the past, this was the first time Sa Do-ryeon would directly visit the Martial Arts Alliance.

“At this rate, even the Demonic Sect might come.”

Yeon Un-jang threw out a joke to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

“Surely not. That will absolutely never happen. Sa Do-ryeon and the Demonic Sect are different, aren’t they?”

Jegal Mun-gi looked serious, telling him not to say such things even as a joke.

At that moment.

“He’s here.”

Tak Joong-hak, Seolha’s maternal grandfather and head of the Hyeon-ma Tak Family, entered Wuhan in his capacity as master of Cheon-sin-mun.

“Master!”

Guarding his side was Cheon-gang, who had lost his lord—or rather, been abandoned by him.

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