Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 235



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 235

Deterioration (2)

Jeokhwaruju had to work hard to control her facial expressions.

Because I couldn’t bring myself to ask if it was possible.

In her mind, the image of the Maitreya incarnation that day was still etched in her mind like a painting.

That genuine murderous aura he exuded.

Even though the person in front of her was an elder of Haomen, it was not easy to confidently guarantee the elder’s victory.

Unable to tell the truth, she tried to express it indirectly.

“They are the ones who wiped out the Nancheonhoe that controlled this place overnight. Even though Elder Yang came with his disciples, wouldn’t the loss be significant?”

“Hahaha. Is there really a need to get blood on my hands?”

“???”

When Jeokhwaruju made a puzzled expression, Yangjong added.

“Did you think I was just playing around here? I sent my disciples to ask for information. As a result, I heard some interesting rumors.”

“Is that an interesting rumor?”

“Yes. Pyeongryang-hyeon near Gongdongsan. Recently, Mireukmyeonggyo has been doing various things there.”

Only then did she understand roughly why the people of Mireukmyungyo had left Nanju and taken the prostitutes from the red-light district.

“Are you saying that you will attack the Maitreya Buddha Temple while they are away?”

“How foolish. Didn’t we say that we would not have blood on our hands? Those bastards are spreading strange doctrines and doing things in the land of the Emperor. What will happen if this news reaches the Seungseonpojeongsa Temple in Nanju?”

“ah!”

When the Red Emperor seemed to have come to his senses, Yang Zong smiled again and said:

“Often, there will be officials who come to visit our Haomun branch office or Changgwan. If you give them a little hint, won’t the news quickly reach the higher-ups?”

“But aren’t they just like lynxes who are just trying to extort money anyway?”

“Tsk tsk. If they were going to extort more money from the government, would it be possible for the Mireukmyungyo to continue giving it to the gisaengs like they are doing now?”

“ah….”

A smile soon appeared on the corner of Jeokhwaruju’s mouth as he let out a small exclamation.

“Hahaha. That is truly a great plan, Elder.”

“Hahahaha. Looks like you finally understand.”

The man and woman looked at each other for a moment and burst into laughter.

Creak.

The window opened naturally as if in the night breeze, casting a long shadow over the heads of the man and woman.

In an instant, silence fell there, and Jeokhwaruju and Yangjong turned their heads like wooden dolls and looked towards the window.

There, a man with his back to the moon stood. A man wearing the mask of the Four Heavenly Kings.

“We were having an interesting conversation.”

At that familiar voice, goosebumps appeared all over Jeokhwaruju’s body.

On the other hand, Yangjong looked at the masked man with a nervous face.

Gulp.

‘He is quite an expert.’

It was not easy to gauge the level. It meant that even if you risked your life fighting, you could not guarantee victory.

Unlike the tense reactions of the two men, the man with his back to the moonlight was looking at Jeokhwaruju with a somewhat relaxed attitude.

“I’m sure he promised to spare my life if I stayed still.”

The completely frozen Jeokhwaruju couldn’t dare open her mouth in front of the gaze visible through the mask.

That’s why Yangjong opened his mouth instead.

“Isn’t this all because you have no morals? If you just stay still, I won’t touch you? Are you just staying still? All the kisaengs under our Giru are trying to leave for that place! Do you think it makes sense to keep quiet while blocking them from doing business?”

Yang Jong spoke quickly, as if he was demonstrating his swordsmanship.

I also had a strange feeling.

He wasn’t the type of person to speak so hastily.

In response to Yangjong’s questioning, the masked man tilted his head, as if he did not understand what he was saying.

“If we do that, shouldn’t Haomun also show mercy to the gisaengs? We just have to teach them how to read and write, and forgive the debts of those who were forcibly sold.”

“If you forgive the gisaengs’ debts like that, the gisaeng house will have to close down.”

“So you locked up the gisaengs, beat them, and hung them up? And you even drugged the gisaengs who resisted to the end?”

“Those women belong to our Haomun. It seems like the Maitreya Sect has no right to interfere with our Haomun.”

In response to Yangjong’s question, the masked man nodded as if he finally understood.

“Haomen has changed. It’s different from Gaepo.”

“!!!”

Yangjong and Jeokhwaruju looked surprised at Ilmok’s remark and tried to utter some kind of protest, but they were unable to open their mouths easily.

Before I knew it, a masked man was there with his sword drawn.

Sling.

“Thank you. Now I can clean Haomen without any regrets.”

It was a sword that emitted a sharp and creepy aura.

Pot.

The moment Il-mok came down from the window with light footsteps.

Wedge-shaped.

Suddenly, Yangjong pulled out a secret weapon from his sleeve and shot it at Ilmok.

visor!

Some of the Ilmok avoided the attacks by lightly twisting their bodies, and others struck back with the Ascension Sword before diving towards Yangjong.

Pot!

Because the space was narrow, I was able to move to where Yangjong was standing in an instant by taking a single step towards the sky.

However, Yangjong also seemed to have a knack for lightness, as he quickly flew to his position.

While flying, throwing a secret weapon was a bonus.

Wedge!

For a moment, the chase unfolds in a narrow room.

While striking the dark energy, he simultaneously unfolded his lightness and swung the ascending sword to shoot out sword energy, taking up space and successfully catching up with Yangjong in no time.

As Ilmok swung his sword as if he was going to cut Yangjong in two, Yangjong took out his dagger and held it in his hand to block Ilmok’s sword.

Kiririririk!

Even though they clashed with each other’s swords, a scream-like noise erupted from both sides’ swords.

For a very brief moment, they clashed swords and daggers against each other.

Ilmok, who did not miss the fact that Yangjong’s cheeks were sinking in, quickly turned his body.

Phew!

At the same time, something like a thorn came out of Yangjong’s mouth and passed by where Ilmok’s head had been.

‘This is something that my experience at the Magic Academy is helpful for.’

He had experience fighting against someone like Baekcheon who mainly used secret weapons, and he had personally experienced various traps under the pretext of a ‘test similar to the real thing’, so Ichimoku was not flustered.

After easily destroying Yangjong’s despicable methods, Ilmok brandished the Sword of Ascension once again and pressured Yangjong.

‘shit!’

Yangjong felt like his blood was drying up.

Every time it clashed with the unknown sword that the enemy was swinging, the teeth on the blade fell out and it screamed as if it would break at any moment.

However, he was not a brat who ran wild only relying on the power of the sword.

There was absolutely no hesitation or pause in the sword swing that he made with an indifferent expression. It was as if every movement was connected, and he was continuously striking with fluid movements.

Pot!

I’m barely holding on, flying my body, rolling on the ground, throwing my weapons, and swinging my sword.

visor!

There was no change to the fact that they were unilaterally pushed back.

‘You guys! What are you doing instead of coming here?’

Yangjong thought about his disciples waiting downstairs, but the situation was not very optimistic.

It wasn’t just because of the enemies who were pressing him at the moment.

visor.

Even from far away beyond the door, small noises and screams could be heard.

Yangjong realized too late that the incarnation of Maitreya had not come here alone.

chin.

Although they tried to avoid this situation if possible, Yangjong soon found himself backed into a wall.

In order to finish off both of these, Ilmok is swinging the Sword of Ascension.

Pot!

The Red Guard, who had been watching the battle and waiting for an opportunity, suddenly threw a secret weapon and aimed for a single glance.

visor!

Ilmok simply swung his Ascension Sword and struck down the dark spirits.

Yang Jong-i, realizing that this was his last chance, opened the life-saving knife.

Wheeing.

A huge amount of energy rushes in, his sword cries out, and turbid gray energy overlaps to form a strong energy.

While aiming at the masked man’s heart, he swung his sword, which was forming a strong energy.

Yang Jong, who had lived more as a collaborator than a free spirit, felt emotions that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The difference in talent. Or, something called a wall.

The masked man who had struck down the Red Sword Master’s secret weapon swung his sword while rotating his body in smooth movements as if he was dancing a sword dance.

The sword drawn by the masked man made direct contact with the sword that Yangjong had swung.

As if he had expected this to happen.

As if unfolding a movement from the beginning.

And then, before he knew it, his sword had acquired the same sword power as his own.

A cluster of brightly shining stars, unlike the turbid light of the two types of rivers.

Crunch!!

The blade, which had already been damaged from clashing with the Sword of Ascension several times, was cut off in an instant.

Crunch!

The Ascension Sword swung by Ilmok cut the upper bodies of both men diagonally in two without any resistance.

When the elder of Haomen whom he trusted lost his life in vain, Jeokhwaruju looked at the back of the masked man with a very frightened face.

But for some reason, the man just stood there, his head bowed, and he looked down at his own sword.

The only thing he couldn’t see was that the Red Guard had turned his back on him.

‘This crazy swordsman bastard?’

Ichimoku was now looking shocked, barely able to suppress his swear words.

That’s understandable, because when he cut through the enemy’s upper body with the Ascension Sword, the Ascension Sword absorbed the enemy’s blood.

Rumble, rumble.

Because an unidentified energy was flowing into my body through the sword hilt that fit comfortably in my hand.

The surprise was short-lived. Ichimoku was able to deduce the situation without difficulty.

Because I knew what this sword was used for in the first place.

If you cut someone with this sword, you will definitely be able to suck out the energy flowing in their blood.

It was a truly fraudulent ability, as it allowed you to recover your internal energy every time you killed an enemy during battle.

‘I was on the verge of going crazy just from magic, so if I absorb this turbid energy, I’ll probably go crazy.’

Ichimoku had no intention of absorbing this kind of energy, unless it was an emergency situation where he could die right away.

I thought about this for a moment, wondering what to do.

Tadah!

The red-haired man, who had been watching from behind in fear, quickly performed a light technique and tried to escape the room.

Ichimoku, who noticed the situation, returned the energy that had been stopped at the wrist to the Ascension Sword and quickly swung the sword into the air.

Wedge!

The sword, slightly red in color, flew through the air and cut off the back of the Red Flower Lord.

“Hmm?”

Only then did Ilmok nod his head with an expression of understanding.

‘It only absorbs when it comes into direct contact with blood.’

This time, the blood energy was not sucked in by the Ascension Sword.

‘I hate seeing blood splatter anyway, so I guess I’ll just fight without getting blood on my sword if possible. And if I do get blood on it, I’d better make it into a sword and use it.’

No matter how much I thought about it, I quickly concluded that absorbing blood energy and mixing it with my internal energy was an extremely dangerous thing to do.

If it’s Kang Ki, then it might be different. Since it’s possible to use it to the extent of black magic without having to mix it with internal energy, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

Ichimoku, who was gathering his thoughts and walking, soon arrived near the fallen Red Flower Tower on the ground.

“S, save me… .”

Although Jeokhwaruju pleaded, Ilmok simply swung the Ascension Sword with an indifferent expression.

Be careful not to get any blood on it.