The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 339

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Chapter 93

Following Muk-mul’s instructions, the chaos at the crossroads was quickly resolved.

Jang Gang’s warship also disappeared somewhere without a trace, and the tiger’s roars could no longer be heard.

It was around that time when Alliance Leader Yeon Un-jang entered the inn where the Martial Arts Alliance flag was erected.

The largest guest room located on the top floor of the inn was transformed into a temporary meeting hall.

“Hmm.”

The Martial Arts Alliance elders and commanders of the martial force units were already there waiting.

“One seat is empty.”

“We received word that monks from Shaolin Temple have arrived, so Elder Gong Myeong went out to greet them.”

At Jegal Mun-gi’s response, Yeon Un-jang nodded and immediately began the meeting.

“What is the current security situation in Luoyang?”

“So far we’re maintaining it without any major incidents. The Muhon Corps is patrolling major locations including the city gates day and night, and the Hyeonmu Unit is protecting the area around Dangseong crossroads. The Jujak Unit is on standby in case of any unforeseen circumstances.”

“I heard there was some commotion from the Sadoryeon side?”

At Yeon Un-jang’s question, Hyeonmu Unit Leader Choo Gwang-saeng immediately responded.

“There was a small disturbance, but fortunately it didn’t lead to a major incident.”

“I heard it was quite spectacular and noisy.”

“Nok Lim brought a tiger to the front, and Jang Gang converted a warship into a carriage and pulled it along.”

“Hehe, it must have been quite a sight to see.”

Yeon Un-jang clicked his tongue as if regretting not having seen it directly.

“The crowd almost caused problems, but thanks to Cheon Shin-mun’s swift resolution, we got through it safely.”

“We’re already receiving help from Cheon Shin-mun.”

At the activities of Cheon Shin-mun, who joined as mediator for this Orthodox-Unorthodox-Evil conference, satisfied smiles naturally appeared on the faces of Yeon Un-jang and the elders.

“Are Poison Valley and Salmak absent again?”

“Yunnan’s Poison Valley seems to be absent due to Valley Master Sa Gun-myeong’s personal circumstances, and we have information that Tal Baek-sal Wang has already entered Luoyang. Whether he’ll show himself at the conference is currently unpredictable.”

Jegal Mun-gi speculated that due to the nature of the assassin profession, it would be difficult to meet Tal Baek-sal Wang face to face.

“It will be troublesome for a while, but please take good care of things until the conference ends.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Yes, sir!”

At Yeon Un-jang’s command, the martial force unit leaders responded vigorously.

“More importantly, is there no news from the Demonic Sect?”

“Not yet.”

Yeon Un-jang’s gaze naturally turned to Beggar’s Sect Elder Cheo-sim-gae.

“We received a brief message that they departed from their headquarters, but their whereabouts since then…”

Cheo-sim-gae trailed off as if his pride was hurt.

“At any rate, they are coming, aren’t they?”

“We still have time, so let’s wait calmly.”

“If they don’t come, it would be going back on their word.”

“Wouldn’t it be surprising in its own way if the Demonic Sect actually kept their promise?”

It was when the elders were each throwing in their comments.

“Amitabha. This humble monk is a bit late.”

Shaolin Temple Elder Gong Myeong entered and apologized.

“Elder Gong Myeong!”

“Did monks from Shaolin Temple come?”

Shaolin’s presence at this conference was extremely important. The weight that thousand-year-old Shaolin carried in the orthodox martial arts world was incomparable to any other sect.

“Amitabha. This humble monk was lazy and only just arrived.”

“…!”

“A-Abbot Gong Heo!”

The person who appeared behind Gong Myeong was surprisingly Shaolin Temple Abbot Gong Heo.

At his unexpected appearance, not only Alliance Leader Yeon Un-jang but all the elders rose up and hurriedly paid their respects.

“Amitabha. It has truly been a long time.”

Gong Heo looked around the room and returned a half-bow in response.

“How is it that Abbot Gong Heo has personally taken such difficult steps to come here?”

“Isn’t this a meaningful conference where Orthodox, Unorthodox, and Evil gather for the first time? Naturally this humble monk should come. Amitabha.”

Though he came on the orders of Sa-baek Gak-yeon, Gong Heo deliberately kept quiet about it.

He didn’t want to instill unnecessary anxiety.

“We are nothing but grateful that you lend us your assistance.”

Shaolin Temple had already sent the Arhat monks and the Four Great Vajras.

And now even Abbot Gong Heo was stepping forward to help.

For the Martial Arts Alliance, there could be no better ally.

“On the way here, I saw that Sadoryeon was quite bustling.”

“You saw it?”

“Yes, Amitabha. But it seems there’s still no news from the Demonic Sect.”

“They said they departed, but we can’t track their location.”

“Hehe, I see. Amitabha.”

The fact that demonic practitioners had disappeared as a group in the lands of Jungwon was no simple matter.

Just as the atmosphere was growing heavy, suddenly a youthful voice was heard.

“Why would the Cheonma Sect be called the Cheonma Sect for nothing?”

Some young boy walked leisurely into the meeting hall.

“They’re also facing an important conference, so they’re probably coming quietly to avoid creating any unpleasant incidents beforehand.”

“Taewon Sabak, have you arrived?”

At Wudang Elder Cheon-geon Jin-in’s words, those who had been puzzled looking at the boy were shocked.

They only then realized that the boy’s identity was Wudang’s eldest and one of the Ten Supremes of the martial world, Seon-jon.

“Ah, this poor monk’s appearance has changed a bit, hasn’t it?”

This was the moment when a fact that until now only Wudang and a few others knew was officially revealed to the outside.

“Senior Seon-jon, please sit over here.”

Yeon Un-jang was one of those few people. He offered his seat at the head of the table to Seon-jon.

“Now see here, Alliance Leader Yeon.”

“Yes.”

“You are the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. Don’t treat your position lightly.”

Tae-won Jin-in scolded Yeon Un-jang’s concession and headed straight for his nephew Cheon-geon Jin-in’s chair.

“We didn’t prepare any sweets. I’ll have them brought right away.”

It was Jegal Mun-gi who became busy due to Seon-jon’s sudden visit.

He gestured to his subordinate with his eyes and whispered in Tae-won Jin-in’s ear without others noticing.

“It’s fine.”

“Just wait a moment… Pardon?”

“Can’t this poor monk endure without some measly sweets? Having them if available, not having them if not – that is the attitude of a Taoist who cultivates the Way.”

As Seon-jon said this, a small piece of sugar on his chin sparkled in the light.

‘He already had some on the way here.’

“Those are truly words befitting Senior Seon-jon.”

Jegal Mun-gi pretended not to know even though he understood everything.

A moment later.

“Then let us conclude this meeting.”

Thorough preparations for the Orthodox-Unorthodox-Evil conference had already been completed.

The meeting, held to check the current status and confirm variables, quickly ended without any major agenda items or disagreements.

“Gong-heo.”

“Yes, martial uncle.”

After people left, only Wudang and Shaolin remained in the meeting hall.

“Tsk!”

At Gong Heo’s response, Seon-jon frowned deeply and scolded him.

“I clearly told you my elder sister is Sa-baek, so how am I a sa-suk!”

Gong-heo looked to Cheon-geon Jin-in, an elder of the Mudang Sect, with a troubled expression.

However, he had already distanced himself from his sa-baek long ago.

It was a firm declaration that he would not get involved.

In that case, Gong-heo had no choice.

“Though it may be presumptuous, this is what Gak-yeon Sa-baek has ordered.”

“That bastard Gak-yeon just hates losing to me! If we were from the same sect, that guy would be my junior! So I should be the sa-baek!”

“Gak-yeon Sa-baek said that Tae-won Sa-suk is a junior…”

“What? Why am I a junior? Does that damn monk think everything he says is right!”

Seon-jon’s small frame trembled with rage.

Gong-heo Daesa tried to calm Seon-jon with gentle words.

“Please calm down, Sa-suk.”

“Fine. Then try calling me sa-baek just once. If you do, I think my anger will subside.”

However, that was absolutely impossible for Gong-heo.

“Tae-won Sa-suk.”

Gong-heo Daesa gazed at Seon-jon with serious eyes.

“I know full well that if I call you that, you’ll spread it around the whole neighborhood. How many times have I fallen for Sa-suk’s sweet words? This junior doesn’t want to be scolded by Gak-yeon Sa-baek again for the same thing.”

“…That bastard, he’s gotten quite clever since becoming abbot.”

Tae-won Jin-in was displeased that his usual trick had been blocked.

“Do you have anything else to say?”

“Why did you come down?”

At Seon-jon’s surprise question, Gong-heo couldn’t readily answer.

“Did Gak-yeon send you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know the reason?”

“I do not know. Perhaps Sa-suk knows?”

“How would I know what that guy is thinking.”

As his faint hope crumbled, Gong-heo Daesa let out a deep sigh.

“Boy, enough sighing. You just focus on taking good care of Seolha.”

“…Do you know Tak Si-ju, Sa-suk?”

“Of course, I know her well. This sa-baek is also acquainted with her.”

Gong-heo Daesa was quite surprised by Tae-won Jin-in’s words.

“What did Gak-yeon say when he told you to go?”

“He said there would be work to do when I arrived… He told me to trust Tak Si-ju.”

“He’s become quite the worrying grandfather now that he has a granddaughter.”

“This junior is too dull to understand Gak-yeon Sa-baek’s words. Could Tae-won Sa-suk perhaps give me some guidance?”

“It’s exactly as he said.”

“Pardon?”

“When the time comes, you’ll understand. It’s better if you don’t know. Let things take their natural course.”

Tae-won left only vague words like Gak-yeon and stood up.

“Sa-baek, where are you going?”

“I’m going to see Yang Chun.”

Yang Chun was the real name of Geol-jon, who was both the leader of Gaebang and one of the Ten Masters.

Seon-jon tossed out his final words and disappeared like the wind.

“He truly is an unpredictable person.”

“Even though he’s my sa-baek, I don’t understand what he’s thinking either.”

It was when Gong-heo Daesa and Cheon-geon Jin-in were laughing helplessly while looking at the empty spot.

“Gong Heo Abbot! Cheon-geon Jin-in!”

Gaebang elder Cheo-sim-gae shouted from the doorway.

“The Demonic Sect has arrived!”

Step, step, step—

Uniform strides and an unwavering formation.

Martial artists with faces and bodies hidden by black iron hats and black cloaks.

Their number was exactly one hundred.

Unlike the flashy procession of Sado-ryeon, there were no banners or any markings.

But anyone could tell immediately.

Cheonma Sect.

Those who always kept Gangho trembling in fear had finally entered Luoyang.

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