Tangmunchulsa - Chapter 308



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Episode 308. The Heavenly Demon Emperor

After the fight with Zhuge Shi, the Tang family was the first to expand its power in the Sichuan Alliance.

As promised to them, they only occupied a small area in the southeastern part of Sacheon, but they expanded their territory along the Yangtze River to Sacheon, Hubei, and Honam, and grew into a family that was virtually the lords of three castles.

But is that the only territory of the Tang family?

The southern region extending from Sichuan to Dongting Lake, along the Yangtze River, to Guizhou, Guangxi, and Guangdong.

It was no different from becoming the potential owner of that place, which was called an ownerless land with many small breakwaters.

Of course, that would be after Sanggun Nam Gwang-ro took control of the Yangtze River.

However, everyone believed without a doubt that the Yangtze River would fall into the hands of the Nanguanglu, and the southwestern part of the Central Plains would fall into the hands of the Tang family.

The political situation in Central Plains has undergone a major transformation.

By Danggata, a small family in Sacheon… … .

And such news from the Central Plains spread like wings far and wide.

* * *

A pure white land.

The hot blood that just poured out melts the accumulated snow and spits out steam.

It was a sight that would make anyone feel nauseous, with all four sides filled with limbs and bodies that had lost their form.

But the old man in black standing above him just looked at the scroll in his hand with an indifferent expression.

“Dangatara… … .”

It was a soft voice, just a muttering, but the heaviness contained within it spread out in all directions and made one bow one’s head without realizing it.

“Puppy.”

“Please ask.”

The young man, Wi Ji-gang, answers while prostrating himself, seemingly oblivious to the cold snow on his face as he listens to the old man’s words.

His behavior of bowing down as if it were natural when he was called was natural, and his voice was filled with infinite respect.

This is because he was the master of the new religion, Honcheonmaje (混天魔帝 Jeokwol), who possessed the power to compete with the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

A man who leads ten thousand cavalry and looks down on the world.

He is the incarnation of Manma and the master of Manma.

“Did you see Dangata’s child?”

“Yes.”

“They said the guy was a descendant of Samyang.”

“Yes.”

“How about I acknowledge that you have eyes to see?”

“He is an outstanding person.”

“The outstanding one?”

“Yes. He was a worthy successor to Samyang.”

“I see… … . So Samyang was connected in the end. But why did you let it go?”

“that…….”

At the end of the Red Moon, Wi Ji-gang’s breath suddenly stopped.

Although his voice was soft, it seemed like he was reproaching her, and she buried her head in the snow.

“It’s just that the disciple’s accomplishments were lacking.”

“It wasn’t enough?”

“Yes. If it was just one person, I could have done something about it, but the Sword Master and the Western Evil showed up and interfered.”

“Was it like that?”

Jeokwol, who answered softly to the shouted words without lifting her head from the snow, nodded and walked away.

Splash, splash.

The sound of feet pressing down on the snow could be clearly heard.

Although he could not possibly leave a trace, he approached, pressing hard against the snow as if trying to make his presence felt.

At that moment, the tension grew as I swallowed my saliva with a gulp.

The red moon’s foot rested on Wijigang’s head.

Weight slowly builds on the crushed feet, causing Wijigang’s head to dig deeper into the snow.

“Puppy.”

“… … .”

“Are you trying to fool me by saying that you were away from the church fighting the northern invaders?”

“S, Master. The disciple… … .”

“Can’t you tell when to shut up?”

Bard ddeuk.

The crushed head passed over his eyes and touched the stone-hard floor.

Despite the excruciating pain that felt like his head was going to burst, Wi Ji-gang swallowed his groans.

He is a person who needs permission even to feel pain.

Wi Ji-gang displayed extreme patience, knowing that if he groaned, his head would surely break.

“Puppy… …Who gave you the right to judge?”

The Red Moon looked down at the oppressed Wiji River coldly.

He puts more strength into his feet, as if he is watching a dying insect.

“I know you. I raised you myself, so I know what you are hiding.”

“… … .”

“You should have erased Samyang when the opportunity came. Even though Geomje and Seoak interfered, you should have torn Samyang’s descendants apart and made the path of the religious order peaceful.”

Thud thud.

The Weizhi River, which was buried deep in the ground and was collapsing, could no longer endure it.

His body could not withstand the pressure, and blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

You won’t be able to resist.

The moment you harbor murderous intent, it is obvious that you will die.

He was like a giant in front of Dangcheonyeong, but in front of Jeokwol, he was weaker than a reed swaying in the wind.

There is not even an ounce of sympathy for Jeokwol.

He is the only one who exists alone.

Those who are needed are not taken by hand, but are kept under his command and used, and those who cannot be kept are exterminated.

student?

It’s just a fancy name.

At any time, a handful of blood may be sprinkled on the snow.

But there is still a chance to live.

If he wanted to kill me, he could have done it with a single gesture, but isn’t he just slowly inflicting pain like this?

“Ugh… … Just one word… … Please let me say just one word. Everything about you, disciple, was sincere.”

Wi Ji-gang shouted with all his might, trying to grab hold of the rope of life.

And it worked.

The red moon, which had taken its foot off the ground, waited in silence.

That’s what I want to hear.

Wi Ji-gang, who had been enduring pain and not even showing any signs of difficulty, raised his head.

He straightens his messy hair, kneels down, and looks at the red moon with his eyes closed.

“Speak.”

As soon as permission was granted, Wi Ji-gang shook off his tension and spoke cautiously.

“It was a name that the Most High had to obtain.”

“… … Keep going.”

“After Goncheon lost the battle with Samyang, we were banished to Cheonsan in the name of the Demonic Cult, and were unable to follow his legacy into the world.”

Jeokwol’s eyes slightly distort.

Goncheonje Pagunak.

He was the person who led the new religion three hundred years ago and brought the Central Plains martial arts world to the brink of destruction.

However, he suffered an irreparable wound in a fight with his friend and rival, Samyang Shingun Gyeong Hyeok-se.

The new religion, which had lost its power, was pushed out by the power of the Central Plains, where the Eight Immortals had gathered, and was driven out to a land where the north wind was blowing all year round.

And it was named as a group of devils.

It was from then that it began to be called a devil’s religion rather than a new religion.

Emperor Goncheon, who was nearing death, released the northern tribes he had under his command.

He said that anyone who could not conquer them alone would never be able to cross the Three Yangs, and then he died.

It ended up being a maintenance and a punishment from heaven.

Although many lords have gone on expeditions to conquer the north, no one has succeeded in conquering the north since Emperor Goncheon.

It was not easy to even get past the entrance, and so the owner of the new religion changed twice a year.

No matter how hard he tried and how strong he became, during those long years when he could not subdue the northern tribes, why didn’t he have other thoughts?

One, I couldn’t get out.

In the end, it’s because of Samyang.

What if there are no descendants of Samyang in the Central Plains? Or what if you find out how to destroy Samyang?

Such thinking led to the creation of a buying organization called Jinkagu.

To find Samyang and at the same time create chaos to prevent the Central Plains from gaining strength.

Of course, the challenge of conquering the North continued in the meantime.

The history that flowed like that was three hundred years.

“His Majesty is now on the verge of unifying the North.”

Wi Ji-gang opens his eyes wide and looks around, as if he is very excited.

A place filled with blood and corpse fragments.

It was a landscape created by the constellation Red Moon alone.

Those who are called ghosts of the north.

In the history of the new religion, only the Emperor of Heaven and Earth took them in, and after it was called the Demonic Sect, only the Emperor of Heaven and Earth, Jeokwol, achieved this.

However, unlike Goncheonje, he did not collect them but killed them all.

“Look! The Most High has finally ended the three hundred year long punishment.”

At those words, a smirk appeared on Jeokwol’s lips.

How could I not know?

That his disciple was giving insincere praise in order to survive… … .

“Keep trying.”

“That is why the disciple was left behind.”

“… … .”

“It is not to disturb the joy of the one and only Supreme Being who has destroyed the northern tribes and continued the kingdom.”

“You didn’t bother me?”

“Yes. If the Supreme Being personally punishes the Three Yangs who could not even cross the Goncheon River, the new religion will praise the Supreme Being even more, and the power of the ruler of the Central Plains will last for eternity.”

A genuine laugh formed.

Wijigang.

His third disciple.

He is the most greedy person of all.

He is a man who would even kill himself to succeed him, or to become the leader of a cult.

I know you are holding back because you still don’t have the strength.

That guy left behind the order to personally execute Samyang for himself?

That’s nonsense.

A man full of vile and evil thoughts would never have thought of himself.

He’s left a trap now.

A trap that would deal with the two executioners above me, and perhaps even myself.

A clever guy.

It’s pitiful and sad that they’re trying so hard to deceive something that’s so obvious.

But that’s why it has many uses.

Because I will do anything to survive and become the master of the new religion.

“Puppy.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Go and tell the story.”

“Please give your order!”

“The Northern Expedition is just around the corner. We will soon head to the Central Plains.”

“I have no doubts about it! O Most High!”

“Zhuge Liang is very hurt by the young boy, so we must appease him.”

“I will tell the ambassador.”

“Even though you have escaped the curse, confusion will be necessary for a sure victory. Look for a suitable place.”

“I will give Director Lee a chance to make a mark.”

“Go away. My steps will not end far away. On the day I return to Cheonsan, the cavalry will cross the Central Plains.”

“yes!”

Wi Ji-gang answers forcefully and buries his head in the snow again.

A sneer appears on the corner of Red Moon’s mouth as she looks down at him.

Isn’t he really a vulgar guy?

Aren’t you trying to drive the two executioners above you to the brink of death while receiving orders?

It doesn’t matter.

In times of chaos, it is customary for a villain to be a villain.

Anyone who falls for his tricks is just stupid and weak.

If he survives the schemes of the Wei Zhi Gang… …then that guy can succeed him.

Splash, splash.

The red moon walked into the blizzard, leaving behind the sound of its feet on the snow.

And then, Wi Ji-gang, who had been hanging his head for a long time, raised his head.

“Phew… … .”

With a sigh, white breath escapes and flows away in the snowstorm.

“As expected, strong.”

Jeokwol was an opponent that he didn’t have the confidence to win against even if he took out everything he had hidden and challenged him.

“It’s still like seeing right through you.”

Wi Ji-gang already knew.

That he was searching through his own head like a ghost.

Also, that he is still useful and is being left alone.

“Well then, I can’t miss this opportunity that the Master has given me. Zhuge Liang, and… … the chaos in the Central Plains.”

Wi Ji-gang kneels in the snow, lost in thought.

Just then, a suitable place came to mind.

“I hope that the descendants of Samyang will deal with the two death sentences in a way that pleases me.”

There was plenty of time.

It has been five years since Honcheonmaje went out alone to conquer the North.

Even though we’ve reached the end, it’ll still take at least another year.

In the meantime, you can become stronger.

Just send out the two executioners and take the church into your own hands.

At that time… … .

“Master, in the end, I will be the winner of this dream-like conflict.”