The Ignored Granddaughter of a Murim Family - Chapter 201

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Chapter 201
Everyone gasped and turned to stare at the man.
The Third Young Master of the Demonic Cult.
The Sect Leader’s son?
“Yes.”
The man called the Third Young Master did not deny it.
Little was truly known about the Sect Leader’s successor. However, the Third Young Master revealed himself during this attack on the Murim Alliance, and his existence became known.
Naturally, the Third Young Master of the Demonic Cult who participated in this assault was added to the Murim Alliance’s official wanted list.
Normally, a description and portrait would circulate immediately, but with the Murim Alliance in such chaos, we hadn’t yet seen one.
However, since the Beggar Sect primarily dealt in information, a separate portrait likely circulated among them.
Dae-gae swallowed hard and spoke.
“Be careful. This is the man who killed Huashan Zhi-geom.”
As if answering that remark, the Third Young Master spoke.
“That was a mistake. I had no intention of killing her, but she was so tenacious. Quite the troublesome woman, really.”
“….”
Dae-gae, apparently not expecting the Third Young Master to respond, flinched and fell silent.
The Third Young Master withdrew his attention from Dae-gae and turned his gaze toward Namgung Wan.
“So if you don’t wish to meet the same fate, why not quietly offer up your arm?”
“What?”
“This bastard—!”
The Namgung Warriors erupted in fury, each uttering a curse. The Namgung Warriors scattered throughout the inn gradually shifted their positions, moving to encircle the Third Young Master.
The Third Young Master spoke.
“Don’t waste your strength pointlessly. You’re already trapped like rats in a cage. You won’t be able to escape like last time.”
“….”
Just as the Third Young Master said, through my golden eyes I confirmed that the area outside the inn was already surrounded.
Their forces numbered more than double those of the Demonic Cult troops that had been with Cheon Gwi-jo.
“….”
It wasn’t that I had been slow to notice.
They had been outside my field of vision, and the moment the Third Young Master revealed himself in the inn, they rushed in all at once.
Soon enough, the others also grasped the situation, and their expressions grew even more grim.
‘How did they even get here?’
Setting aside my golden eyes, I couldn’t fathom how no one had detected such a massive force moving toward this location.
The clan hadn’t abandoned us here. They maintained steady contact and kept watch over the surrounding situation.
Even if they had moved only through regions beyond the Baek Li Family’s influence—difficult as that would be—the fact that even the Beggar Sect knew nothing seemed unbelievable.
‘Can we escape from here?’
Then the Third Young Master added.
“Ah, if you’re waiting for reinforcements from the Namgung Clan, let me tell you in advance—that’s a futile thought.”
I clenched my teeth. It was as if he had read my mind.
Namgung Wan spoke in a subdued voice.
“What have you done?”
“Hmm, by now our disciples should have crossed paths with them.”
“I was wondering why I couldn’t reach anyone….”
“Your route was far too predictable.”
The Third Young Master then spoke as if lamenting the situation.
“Had you simply lived quietly after losing your arm, we would never have needed to meet like this.”
I couldn’t fathom why Namgung Wan was so obsessed with his arm. He himself seemed to share my bewilderment, his brow deeply furrowed.
At that moment, the Third Young Master looked at me and spoke as if bestowing a favor.
“If you dislike losing your arm, becoming a crippled cultivator like that child is another option.”
The Baek Li Family warriors clenched their teeth and surrounded me protectively.
“How about it? If you comply with my terms, I’ll withdraw quietly.”
“How about it? If you do as I say, you’ll quietly back off.”
Namgung Wan asked incredulously.
“You bring all these troops and now you’ll just leave?”
The Third Young Master nodded lightly.
“My orders were only that. If there’s no need to shed blood, it’s better to pass without doing so.”
He spoke as if being rational, but it was complete nonsense.
Namgung Wan asked again.
“So you’ve gone to all this trouble just for my arm?”
“Yes.”
“Why on earth?”
“I merely execute the orders given to me. There’s no need to know the reasons.”
The Third Young Master showed no doubt whatsoever about the absurd command.
“….”
Namgung Wan surveyed his surroundings, as if assessing the enemy forces.
And finally, he looked at me.
Just from meeting his gaze, I could tell what he was thinking.
I burst out shouting.
“What nonsense is this? Uncle’s arm is mine! Absolutely not!”
I could feel the Baek Li Family warriors surrounding me stiffen in shock.
To speak so brazenly to the Third Young Master, a child of the Demonic Cult’s leader and one of the potential heirs. Honestly, I wondered if I’d lost my mind.
The Third Young Master spoke in a bewildered tone.
“Why is So Ga-ju’s arm yours?”
“Because I saved it with my Heavenly Fate Golden Soul Elixir, so it’s mine!”
“….”
I looked at Namgung Wan, who stared at me as if I’d gone mad, and spoke earnestly.
“Uncle, absolutely not.”
“….”
The Third Young Master spoke as if understanding something.
“I see. I was wondering how it was healed. The Heavenly Fate Golden Soul Elixir, is it….”
The Third Young Master nodded slowly, then looked at me and smiled faintly.
“Boldness is admirable, but you need to learn not to flap your mouth so carelessly.”
“What…?”
Before I could even finish speaking, something gleamed. A dagger flew through the air—not at me, but at Namgung Ryu-cheong.
It was barely visible even to my eyes, so Namgung Ryu-cheong’s reaction came a fraction too late.
I compressed my natural energy and struck the back of his knee.
It operated on a principle similar to Xu Kong She Wu, but without a medium to anchor the force, it was far more exhausting. For a moment, my head felt dizzy.
Regardless, Namgung Ryu-cheong naturally transitioned into an evasive stance, and the dagger missed.
I could only help because Namgung Ryu-cheong was already positioning himself to dodge.
“Hmm.”
Third Young Master let out an exclamation of admiration.
He seemed surprised that Namgung Ryu-cheong could evade at all.
I gritted my teeth.
‘He should have attacked me instead! Why Namgung Ryu-cheong…!’
Soon I saw Third Young Master’s satisfied smile and understood.
He had deliberately targeted Namgung Ryu-cheong.
Because that would hurt me more.
Certainly… if Namgung Ryu-cheong hadn’t evaded, I might have regretted my words.
It was behavior befitting the Demonic Cult, where the dregs of humanity gathered.
But I wasn’t alone in this place.
The moment the dagger flew, Uncle Namgung Wan seized the opportunity and attacked.
Third Young Master’s robe was torn badly, though it seemed only his skin was grazed slightly.
Uncle Namgung Wan continued his relentless assault without even glancing back at Namgung Ryu-cheong.
Clang—!
A sound rang from the blade, similar to Namgung Ryu-cheong’s but far louder.
Exchanges too rapid for the eye to follow occurred in mere moments.
The other warriors couldn’t dare to interfere.
Boom!
With a deafening crash that threatened to burst eardrums, Third Young Master flew skyward. Uncle Namgung Wan, about to pursue, suddenly halted and returned to our side. He was wary of the distance growing too great.
Third Young Master spun his body and landed on the roof of the Inn’s entrance.
It was a position clearly visible from outside.
Everyone tensed, sensing he might gesture to the troops gathered outside to attack at any moment.
“So Ga-ju.”
Uncle Namgung Wan did not speak.
“Your sincerity about not wanting unnecessary bloodshed is genuine, I see.”
Just as I was about to answer on Uncle Namgung Wan’s behalf, someone clamped my mouth shut.
It was Yalyu, appearing from nowhere.
His palm was still hot from the heat of combat.
Yalyu’s gaze was equally intense.
It was a look that said: please, don’t say another word.
“…”
In the meantime, the Third Young Master continued speaking.
“Running away and chasing. It’s tedious.”
“What are you trying to say?”
Namgung Wan remained vigilant as he spoke.
“Let’s keep it simple. A martial duel—what do you say?”
The Third Young Master gestured toward Namgung Ryu-cheong and Yalyu, who was still keeping my mouth covered.
“Just as those children were doing.”

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