The Introverted Heavenly Demon - Chapter 102

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The Introverted Heavenly Demon Episode 102
Qingcheng Sect
“Sea Master!”
“…?”
“You know this well enough, don’t you? You’ve been to Cheong Yun Merchant Group directly, so you must have seen and heard things.”
“That is certainly true.”
“Have you nothing to report regarding the enemy’s movements?”
“Nothing in particular, sir.”
Just as the Chok Do Master was about to say something in response to such an indifferent attitude, as if discussing someone else’s affairs—
The door leading to the Corridor burst open, and one of the Chok Do Sect’s bandits rushed into the Meeting Hall, gasping for breath.
“Intruders! Right now outside….”
All eight masters of Palcheon Secret Chamber except Seo Pil widened their eyes.
Before they could even react, the door that had just opened and closed moments before exploded outward with a thunderous crash.
“!!”
The figure standing at the very front of those who stormed in, leading over a dozen martial artists, was someone all eight masters knew well.
“Poong Cheong Jin! How dare you burst in here like this! Do you not know where you are!?”
Just as the masters were deliberating on how to counter Cheong Yun Merchant Group, Poong Cheong Jin, the guard captain of Cheong Yun Merchant Group, suddenly arrived leading a dozen warriors.
Yet the subordinates who should have blocked them and fought to the death were nowhere to be seen.
More than that—there were no traces of combat, not even the sound of blades and spears clashing.
One could only infer that a fight had occurred from the bloodstains smeared on Poong Cheong Jin’s and several other martial artists’ garments.
“Be silent.”
Though Poong Cheong Jin was indeed a first-rate master, at least three masters of Palcheon Secret Chamber belonged to the same tier in terms of martial prowess.
Yet all of them, including the elderly master who had first erupted in outrage, could not utter a single word in response.
Everyone waited for Poong Cheong Jin to speak, but instead of opening his mouth, he merely glared at them with a sword gripped in his right hand.
The reason became clear soon enough.
Tap, tap.
The sound of footsteps ascending the staircase slowly drew nearer.
As everyone held their breath, a boy with an unmistakably noble and dignified bearing, his posture rigidly upright, entered the Hall.
Though only fifteen years old and still bearing traces of youth, he already possessed a frame larger than most adults, a confident physique, and an undeniable aura of a first-rate master that radiated intensely from his entire being.
Most of all….
‘What kind of gaze is that!?’
From the boy’s eyes as he silently surveyed the eight masters, a savage killing intent emanated.
Even the leaders of the Black Path, who had dominated the nights and back alleys of Chengdu for twenty to thirty years, could not help but feel intimidated upon witnessing such a gaze.
It was a murderous presence reminiscent of a demon itself.
Moreover, the warriors of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect standing behind the boy, guarding his rear, gripped their weapons as if ready to strike at any moment.
The air in the Hall felt so tense it seemed ready to ignite.
“This is the Minor Sect Leader of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect.”
After speaking these words, Poong Cheong Jin withdrew to stand behind Minor Sect Leader Baek Yeon.
Baek Yeon’s lips slowly opened.
Without the slightest change in expression, as if from the very beginning he had no intention of allowing any rebuttal to his words.
“Listen well, Masters of Pal Cheon Am Bang.”
His tone was as if declaring that the future had already been decided and could not be changed.
“All eight branches of Pal Cheon Am Bang have, as of this very moment, come under the dominion of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect.”

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On the outskirts of Chengdu, a dozen martial artists dressed in matching cyan robes were hurrying toward some destination.
Each time they propelled their bodies in unison, the blue silk cords hanging from the swords at their waists swayed in perfect synchronization.
Passersby on the streets caught glimpses of them, their eyes following the martial artists with admiration for the refined aura and disciplined bearing they exuded.
Some recognized their identities and began to whisper among themselves.
“Are those not the martial artists of the Qingcheng Sect?”
“The Qingcheng Sect? Why would they leave Cheongseong Mountain and descend into the streets of Chengdu?”
“I heard the movements of the Black Path have been unusual of late.”
“Then are you saying the Qingcheng Sect has come down to strike at Pal Cheon Am Bang?”
“If not for that, what other reason would there be for so many disciples to move at once?”
“This is no ordinary matter.”
The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect had spent the previous night in Chengdu and were now moving to engage in a decisive battle with the Black Path factions of the city.
Though it was called a decisive battle, it would be nothing more than a one-sided suppression.
Now that the Qingcheng Sect had descended from its main mountain and emerged into the Kangho Murim, the eyes and ears of the martial world could not help but focus on their movements.
Gyeong Yun, a first-generation disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, recalled the words the Sect Master had spoken before descending the mountain.
‘Even if the Black Path factions are ignorant of righteousness, do not underestimate the martial prowess of Chok Do Master Ha Mun Sung and Sword Gate Master Wi Seung Gak. When battle erupts, Elder Yu and you must step forward and seize the initiative from the very start.’
This was not merely an instruction to show no mercy.
It was a command to achieve absolute victory without hesitation, even if it meant breaking the unspoken rule of the martial world known as “Single Combat”—the principle that fights must always be conducted one-on-one.
Given that they were already launching a massive surprise attack without any declaration of war, the pride and dignity of the Orthodox Sects had long since been cast aside.
Yet Gyeong Yun also understood that this expedition to suppress the Black Path was not solely aimed at subjugating Pal Cheon Am Bang.
At that moment, Yu Cheong Heo, the External Elder of the Qingcheng Sect, turned to Gyeong Yun and spoke.
He was the one commanding the first and second generation disciples who had set out on this journey to Chengdu.
“Once you have subdued the Masters of Pal Cheon Am Bang, rally the first-generation disciples and proceed immediately to the headquarters of the Sea Sand Gang.”
“Yes. Master Teacher, is there a special instruction you wish to give?”
“Uncovering the true identity of the external forces supporting the Black Path in Chengdu will determine the success or failure of today’s endeavor.”
Gyeong Yun nodded with a stern expression.
This battle was not merely about eliminating the Black Blade Gang in Chengdu.
It was part of a greater plan by the Martial Alliance to restore order to the Kangho Realm.
Yet there was something that did not sit right with him.
Why the Sea Sand Gang?
How could Elder Yu and the Martial Alliance be so certain they would find evidence of external forces connected to the Black Path in that place?
Before he could find the answer to that question himself, they arrived at their intended destination.
A luxurious estate on the outskirts of Chengdu.
It was the headquarters of the Chok Do Sect, an ancient Black Path faction that had taken its name from the treacherous road that once led toward Chengdu in ages past.
The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect positioned themselves at the corner of a forest path where the entrance to the manor came into view.
Through several operational briefings the previous night, they had already divided their roles among themselves.
The first and second generation disciples would overwhelm the Soomun Gate guards, then vault over the walls in unison to make a beeline for the Master’s residence.
Once their leader subdued the Chok Do Sect’s martial artists, they would immediately press toward their next objective.
Before this night ended, all eight branches of the Palcheon Secret Chamber would be eradicated in the name of the Qingcheng Sect and the Martial Alliance.
Yu Cheong Heo and Gyeong Yun exchanged meaningful glances with their respective disciples and students, signaling the moment to strike.
It was precisely then.
The manor’s gate suddenly swung open.
Several figures emerged from within the silent estate.
At the forefront, wearing a solemn expression, stood none other than Ha Mun Sung, the Chok Do Master.
“You’ve traveled far. Thank you for your efforts.”
It wasn’t just Ha Mun Sung and the Chok Do Sect.
Behind them, an endless stream of Black Sword Members poured forth from within the manor.
Before long, the courtyard was packed with the silhouettes of Black Sword Bandits.
Among them stood Wi Seung Gak, the Sword Gate Gang Master, renowned as a first-rate expert rivaling the Chok Do Master himself, alongside numerous other formidable masters radiating formidable auras.
Most critically, roughly fifty Black Sword Members overwhelmingly outnumbered the fifteen Qingcheng Sect disciples.
The Qingcheng Sect disciples, who had been preparing an ambush, froze in place at the sudden appearance of the Chok Do Master.
Their intelligence had been compromised—the carefully orchestrated ambush had crumbled to dust.
All the disciples turned their gaze toward Elder Yu Cheong Heo.
Anguish flickered unmistakably in Yu Cheong Heo’s eyes.
Before they could even respond, Ha Mun Sung’s voice rang out once more.
For someone facing an imminent confrontation with one of the Ten Great Sects of the Martial World, his tone was remarkably composed and assured.
“You seem startled by our sudden appearance. I understand. Even I didn’t truly believe you would come here. Sigh…”
Ha Mun Sung muttered incomprehensible words, then exhaled heavily and shook his head.
“There’s no need for lengthy explanations. I shall introduce you to the one who orchestrated this gathering.”
With those words, Ha Mun Sung stepped back several paces.
His expression was clearly displeased.
From the midst of the Black Sword Members, a young figure slowly stepped forward.
Rather than a man, it was a youth—no, a boy with an youthful countenance.
Yet the extraordinary aura emanating from this boy unsettled not only the Black Sword experts around him but also the Qingcheng Sect disciples.
The boy swept his gaze across the Qingcheng Sect members, then offered a formal fist salute in the manner of Kangho to Yu Cheong Heo, the eldest among them.
Only then did his lips slowly part.
“I am honored to meet the distinguished members of the Qingcheng Sect, a renowned orthodox faction and Taoist school. I am Baek Yeon, Minor Sect Leader of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect.”
Murmurs rippled through the Qingcheng Sect disciples upon hearing the name Sun and Moon Divine Sect.
Yu Cheong Heo raised his hand, silencing his disciples.
He then stepped forward toward the boy and returned the salute.
“So that’s who you are—the Minor Sect Leader of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect. I am Yu Cheong Heo, External Elder of the Qingcheng Sect.”
One would expect the Minor Sect Leader of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect to be intimidated upon hearing the name of a Qingcheng Sect elder, a supreme master renowned throughout the Kangho Murim. Yet he was clearly no ordinary figure.
Regarding Yu Cheong Heo with penetrating eyes, the Sun and Moon Divine Sect’s Minor Sect Leader spoke to the assembled crowd in a voice infused with inner power that could not be easily resisted.
“I am aware that you have journeyed far to restore order to Chengdu. I offer my sincere regrets for this wasted effort.”
“Wasted effort?”
“The Black Sword faction has become subordinate to our Sun and Moon Divine Sect.”

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