The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 335

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Chapter 89

Crash!

A blood-colored palm strike cut through the air and exploded.

I swung the golden energy wrapped around the Mahu Bonghwang Sword, easily neutralizing his attack.

Tam-rang standing before me looked far more grotesque than he had in Wuhan.

‘This is impossible!’

I had definitely killed him.

I had stabbed my sword directly into his heart in front of thousands of people.

But how had he come back to life and appeared before my eyes again?

Could he have been revived through the Blood Sect’s martial arts?

Did such martial arts truly exist?

“How delightful to see you again like this, First Miss.”

Tam-rang smiled wickedly at me, scattering blood-colored mist.

Unlike him, I wasn’t the least bit happy to see him.

“Die!”

Red blood energy swirled in all directions.

Blood-colored fist energy shot out from Tam-rang’s fingertips once again.

Crash!

I quickly raised my sword to block it.

Crack.

The storm-like collision cracked the floor and made the building sway.

“This time it’s your turn to die, you wench!”

Tam-rang laughed like a ghost and rushed toward me.

“Stop talking nonsense!”

His resurrection still confused me, but I fought back without backing down.

Whoosh!

When Buddhist power wrapped around the fist I threw, his blood-colored energy was torn apart completely.

Poof.

Tam-rang also disappeared from sight in an instant.

“….”

I heightened my senses to the extreme and quickly searched for him.

There was no trace of where he had vanished to in that brief moment.

Then suddenly I felt suspicious.

Where was this place?

I had thought it was Wuhan, but it wasn’t.

Though similar, the street scenery was subtly different.

“…!”

My doubts were brief – suddenly I sensed a presence behind me.

My hair stood on end as I reflexively twisted my body and swung the Mahu Bonghwang Sword.

Slash!

Slice!

I cut the red shadow relentlessly, again and again.

“Aaaaah!”

Tam-rang let out a terrible scream.

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

Golden flames blazed around the Mahu Bonghwang Sword in rhythm with Elder Buljon’s chanting.

All the blood energy that touched the sword crumbled and melted away.

“Kheok!”

Tam-rang finally coughed up blood and fell to his knees.

His body was in tatters.

His side was deeply gouged and his left arm hung limply, having lost its shape.

His face, torn by my final strike, was covered in blood and grotesquely distorted.

Crack.

Tam-rang bent his waist and struggled to lift his head.

His eyes gleamed strangely.

Even while dying, I could feel intense malice toward me emanating from him.

Tam-rang squeezed out his last breath and moved his lips.

“…So….”

I perked up my ears.

Say it louder!

The shape of Tam-rang’s lips as he died.

It was exactly the same situation as before.

“So….”

What?

It was barely audible, burning with frustration.

The lip movement seemed to be saying something about “so,” but I couldn’t be certain.

Leaving me with only frustration, Tam-rang’s head finally dropped down with a thud.

Seeing his breath stop, he was definitely dead.

What had he wanted to say to me?

Why did that single syllable feel so ominous?

“Gasp!”

It was then that Tam-rang suddenly opened his eyes.

He wasn’t dead?

“Kihaaaaak!”

He howled like a beast and lunged at me.

The price of carelessness was terrible. Blood flowed down from my neck where he had bitten me.

“Kyaaak!”

I tried to run away, but strangely my body wouldn’t move as I wanted. All I could do was tremble and struggle helplessly.

“Seolha! Seolha!”

Then someone shook my body.

…Eok I-geon?

Young Master, where are you!

“Why are you sweating so much? Wake up!”

What?

Wake up?

Hesitating, I finally realized I had been dreaming.

Tam-rang had disappeared without a trace.

It had been a terrible nightmare.

“What kind of dream made you scream? Do you know how startled I was?”

Very close by, Eok I-geon was there. I reached out my hand toward him.

“Young Master.”

“Are you alright?”

Eok I-geon had turned pale and examined my face from all angles, even wiping away my sweat with his hand.

“Young Master, your hand is getting dirty.”

Using his hand instead of a handkerchief to wipe my sweat.

Knowing how much Eok I-geon usually valued cleanliness, I was astonished.

“Is that important right now? I thought the sky was falling!”

“What’s the big deal about one nightmare that makes the sky fall? Really, Young Master.”

I chuckled and got down from the bed.

“If I actually died, it would be quite the uproar.”

I went to the vanity and looked into the mirror.

Even though I had just woken up from sleep, my complexion was pale and my eyes were sunken.

‘Tam-rang, that bastard.’

I never thought he’d appear in my dreams to torment me even after death.

As I was roughly fixing my disheveled hair, I was startled by Eok I-geon’s reflection in the mirror and turned around.

“Young Master?”

He was looking at me with frightening eyes.

“Why, why… are you like that?”

Did his psychopathic tendencies suddenly kick in?

Eok I-geon walked toward me with large strides as I cowered in fear.

“If you die, I’ll find whoever killed you and tear them apart.”

“…Huh?”

“Not only that, but I’ll capture and behead anyone even slightly related to them – their family, relatives, subordinates. I’ll do the same to anyone who tries to stop me.”

Ah, I forgot.

If I die, the Heavenly Demon Star awakens.

I spoke too carelessly due to the aftereffects of waking from that nightmare.

“Come on, Young Master! Why would I die?”

I approached Eok I-geon and quickly linked arms with him.

“Don’t be like this, let’s go out. I had a strange dream and now I’m craving sweet pastries.”

“Don’t you get tired of eating those damn sweet pastries every day?”

“Of course not.”

Sweet pastries are the best dessert in this world.

“Fine.”

How could Eok I-geon resist when I was smiling brightly and pestering him?

He looked me over with worried eyes, then gave up and held my hand tightly.

“Why are you just coming out now? Do you know how long we’ve been waiting?”

“Yuan Shi An Jin.”

We were chatting pleasantly as we reached the first floor of the giru.

Suddenly, Muk-mul and the Young Taoist blocked our path.

“…What do you want, you two?”

“You’re going to eat sweet pastries, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Let’s go.”

Muk-mul boldly opened the door and led the way as if he had made an appointment with me. Following behind him in a daze, I tilted my head in confusion.

Had I arranged to meet these kids again?

No, more than that, when did these two become friends?

Did they bond over writing difficult characters that day?

Lost in random thoughts as I walked, we had already arrived at Muk-mul’s regular shop.

“Grandma! I’m here!”

“Muk-mul, I’ve been seeing you often lately?”

“I found a sucker to buy me sweet pastries!”

Right, your sucker is right here.

I no longer lost my composure at being called a sucker.

After observing Muk-mul closely a few times, I noticed he tended to speak more harshly when he was grateful or embarrassed.

How much must he have wanted sweet pastries to come all the way to the giru and wait?

I was willing to be a sucker for Muk-mul and the Young Taoist.

“Hehe! Delicious!”

“I have tried many sweet pastries, but this place is the best among them.”

“Of course! Our grandma’s skills are no joke!”

“I agree!”

Muk-mul, the Young Taoist, and I joined forces to praise the grandmother.

“What is your name?”

Then suddenly, Eok I-geon asked the Young Taoist for his name.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t even know your name?”

“Wow, you just bought sweet pastries for a kid whose name you didn’t even know? You really are a sucker by nature.”

Muk-mul looked at me with amazement and clicked his tongue.

“What would you do with Doe’s name?”

“There’s no reason you can’t say your name, is there?”

Eok I-geon’s eyes narrowed.

Here we go again.

Eok I-geon disliked having men around me regardless of their age.

At least he tolerated Muk-mul since he belonged to Haomun, but apparently a wandering Young Taoist had no chance.

In times like this, changing the subject was the best option.

“Let’s go buy clothes after we finish eating sweet pastries!”

“Clothes? What kind of clothes do you need?”

Muk-mul perked up his head, seemingly ready to take me to a place he knew.

“Not for me, for you two.”

“Huh?”

“You’re obviously going to follow me tomorrow asking for more sweet pastries anyway.”

“Probably?”

“But I can’t tolerate looking at those shabby appearances anymore.”

Compared to the Young Taoist’s outfit, Muk-mul was slightly better, but both were equally shabby.

Since I had decided to be a sucker anyway, I wanted to do it more thoroughly.

“Come on, show me the way.”

“…You’re really going to buy us clothes?”

“Yes.”

“For free?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“Wow!”

Muk-mul covered his mouth with his fist and hopped around.

What is this situation?

He’s looking at me completely differently just because I said I’d buy clothes?

“I appreciate the sentiment, but Doe must decline. Sweet pastries and clothes too… that would be too shameless. Hehe!”

“Taoist hyung! This noona said all she has is money. So stop talking and follow me!”

Muk-mul quickly moved while dragging the Young Taoist, as if afraid he might miss this opportunity.

“Would you like a new outfit too, Young Master? I’ll buy it for you.”

“I’m fine.”

Eok I-geon stared intensely at the Young Taoist walking ahead with a frown.

‘Really, picking on a child.’

“Let’s just buy them clothes and then go sightseeing around Luoyang by ourselves. We can eat delicious food too.”

What Eok I-geon likes most is being alone with me.

Since things would probably get difficult once the talks began, I decided to enjoy plenty of dates beforehand.

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