The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 70

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

70.

“Huh? This undead is mine though?”

“Yours, you say?”

Hyeollu Majon’s eyes narrowed.

She observed the main culprit who had been emanating blood scent from afar, the reason she had been able to find the three people.

For reference, contrary to Cheonwoo’s misunderstanding, Hyeollu Majon hadn’t bothered to attach a tracking scent to him. She had no intention of going through the trouble of pursuing him.

Though she also had no intention of just letting him go now that they’d met.

‘No matter how I look at it, isn’t this Cheonryun Sinmago’s work?’

The way it moves and even its face that’s as close as possible to that of a living person.

A blood undead this precise and excellent isn’t something even Cheonryun Sinmago herself could easily create.

Hyeollu Majon recalled.

Q. What’s the identity of the newcomer carrying around Cheonryun Sinmago’s undead?

A. Direct disciple.

Cheonryun Sinmago is a lunatic who holds the second-highest authority and power within the Blood Sect after the sect leader.

With her strong obsession toward her possessions and extreme individualism, who would have thought she had a direct disciple!

Hyeollu Majon was surprised.

She wasn’t sure whether Cheonryun Sinmago truly cherished her disciple, or just saw her as material for blood undead.

But either way, if she, a junior, interfered with a meal already prepared, she wouldn’t see a good end.

No matter how much she racked her brain, just letting them go would be beneficial for her well-being.

Even the arrogant Blood Sect masters who fear nothing are wary of seniors with vastly superior cultivation.

‘I shouldn’t get involved.’

If she had known of Cheonryun Sinmago’s death, the story would have been different.

However, since Zhongyuan was originally vast and the Blood Sect was extremely individualistic with a cell-like structure, Hyeollu Majon still mistakenly thought Cheonryun Sinmago was alive. In the first place, it would be harder to predict that a master comparable to Cheonha Ojeol would be surrounded four-to-one and have her neck cleanly severed.

She gestured.

“Then leave just that man behind and take your undead with you.”

“Thank you, senior. Lady Peng. Let’s hurry and go.”

Dangsoso, thinking this was an unexpected stroke of luck, urged Dori.

Having been under Cheonryun Sinmago for a long time, she quickly realized what kind of misunderstanding Hyeollu Majon had made.

However, Dori, who still didn’t understand the situation, couldn’t help but wonder if this was right.

‘Why is she acting like that? Did she eat rat poison?’

‘Lady Peng. It seems Hyeollu Majon misunderstands that you’re Cheonryun Sinmago’s direct disciple. Since a conflict would be troublesome, she’s saying she’ll let us go.’

‘But Cheonryun Sinmago is dead, isn’t she? Is there some kind of loyalty among Blood Sect members? Really?’

‘No. The news of Cheonryun Sinmago’s death hasn’t spread even within the Alliance yet, and the Blood Sect’s communication network is sparse, so she probably doesn’t know yet. She might even be mistaking that she’s nearby.’

The thoughts Dangsoso released flowed into Dori.

Unlike ordinary telepathy, this shared thoughts themselves, so there was no worry of being eavesdropped on.

It was a special technique made possible because Dori had deliberately torn down the defensive barrier blocking Dangsoso’s thought transmission in the extreme situation, returning to a state of complete control.

‘I’m Cheonryun Sinmago’s direct disciple, and she’s restraining herself because there might be a transcendent master nearby?’

According to Cheonwoo, Hyeollu Majon was a late-stage Hwa Gyeong master. She was certainly at a level to fear Cheonryun Sinmago, who was mid-to-late stage Hyeongyeong.

Understanding the situation thanks to her companion undead, Dori fell into contemplation.

Then.

“This man is also our sect member, couldn’t you let him go too?”

She cast a lie without even wetting her lips.

The so-called art of the wind escape mouth.

For Hyeollu Majon, it was an absurd lie that wouldn’t fool anyone.

“What nonsense are you spouting? I clearly saw that bastard with Wudang disciples just a few days ago.”

Even if she was a foolish newcomer, why would she say such a thing?

It wasn’t something she’d say just from being stupid. That was too blatantly an excuse to protect the Wudang man.

“Why such an impossible lie…”

Muttering, she suddenly realized.

“You’re not our sect member but a thief who stole the blood undead!”

Though those fingernails were a bit concerning for a simple thief.

‘Even if I’m wrong, as long as I don’t get caught, that’s enough, isn’t it?’

Most importantly, if that woman was really a thief and she let her go safely, it was obvious she’d get scolded by Cheonryun Sinmago.

“How dare you mock me? Atone with death, brat!”

“What?!”

Dori, who had failed after trying to be clever, waved her hands frantically and shouted.

“No! What are you saying! Can you really kill me?! I’m Cheonryun Sinmago’s disciple! Direct disciple! A completely beloved direct disciple! Do you think my master will stay still if I die?!”

“Shut up! Even if that’s true, as long as I don’t get caught, that’s enough! Do you know how vast Zhongyuan is, brat!”

“Damn.”

Dori was convinced by Hyeollu Majon boldly declaring a perfect crime if she didn’t get caught.

‘Honestly, she’s right.’

It had been over half a year since Cheonryun Sinmago died, yet a fellow sect member still didn’t know the news.

This meant that even if Dori’s words were true, there would be no future troubles if she just massacred all the witnesses present.

‘Right. I’m not even a Blood Demon, so how long must I live bowing my head to that Cheonryun Sinmago thing.’

Moreover, her usual feelings of finding Cheonryun Sinmago quite disagreeable also came alive.

Blood Demon was in a league of his own so excluding him, honestly, if it’s just transcendent level, couldn’t I soon compete too? (No.)

The two had joined the sect around the same time anyway. But while she remained at extreme demon level, the other had already reached transcendent demon realm, so Hyeollu Majon harbored personal feelings of inferiority toward Cheonryun Sinmago.

Taking out that inferiority complex on the disciple rather than the person herself was quite despicable.

But Blood Sect members were originally despicable.

Blood Sea Descent.

Having finished her emotionally biased thinking, Hyeollu Majon’s form wavered.

She doesn’t use a sword.

Instead, what she uses are elongated fingernails and hands glowing red.

Due to Blood Sea Descent’s aftermath, the surroundings were all dyed with red blood. Dori was terrified by the red hands rushing at her in an instant and rolled on the ground.

“You dodge well like a little rat!”

“Lady Peng!”

Shocked, Dangsoso hurriedly shouted to both Dori and Cheonwoo.

Since information couldn’t be transmitted to Cheonwoo through thought sharing, she had no choice.

“You absolutely can’t let those hands touch you!”

“What?! Why?!”

“Hyeollu Majon uses a hand technique called Blood Hand Demon Palm. If it touches you—”

“You’ll suffer fatal internal injuries and decay. Please be careful, both of you!”

Cheonwoo, who had witnessed the previous battle with Hyeollu Majon and survived, completed the remaining explanation.

He was quite confused by Dori’s lie, but such details could be sorted out after surviving. No matter how much demonic or brain energy you use, the dead tell no tales.

“Damn it!”

Dori, having heard information about Hyeollu Majon, shouted.

She’s an extreme demon master, but area skills with passive dot damage is cheating!

* * *

Around the same time.

“…”

Inside Muryong Mountain.

Deep within the Gikwanjinsik, Cheonma, who had been sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————