Rebirth of the Thunder God

"Good. Then I will tell you my position. This woman is the current Vice Cult Leader of the Heavenly Blood Divine Cult, the Demonic Fist."

"!!?"

Namgung Hui's eyes widened at the unexpected identity of his opponent.

On top of that, wasn't the position of Vice Cult Leader a name that had a rather deep connection with him?

Because it was the position of Sosu Mahu, Beak Seolhwa's past life.

"Are you really the Vice Cult Leader?"

"Don't tell me you're trying to take back your words now?"

"That's not it, but it's strange. What's a person like the Vice Cult Leader doing here, picking up things?"

People in high positions usually have heavy buttocks.

Right now, even in the Martial Alliance, it was difficult to even see the face of an elder.

As for the Alliance Leader, he was only able to see him because of the special case of the martial arts tournament; in normal times, he might have been an existence he could never see in his entire life.

Besides that, there were plenty of renowned masters of the orthodox faction whose faces Namgung Hui still didn't know.

"Is there a law that says I have to be cooped up in a corner of my room every day? I can also watch a feast for a change. So, are you ready to serve me?"

"Well, I won't call you 'aunty' from now on. Then how about 'Elder Sister'?"

At the word 'Elder Sister,' the Demonic Fist winked one eye and said.

"What? Elder Sister? Hahaha! Yes. It wouldn't be bad to hear 'Elder Sister' from a young one."

"But Elder Sister. If you're the Vice Cult Leader, you should be on the moderate side, so there's no need to be hostile to me, right? Isn't that so?"

If she was the Vice Cult Leader, she would have heard from the military strategist, Bukgung Jinwu, that he had collaborated with Namgung Hui.

In the first place, it didn't make sense for her to protect the Mad Dragon.

If you think about it, he was a member of the radical faction, the enemy's camp.

"You're right. But that doesn't mean I can just let the child of the Demonic Heaven be killed."

The Mad Dragon, who had been watching with an anxious gaze, let out a sigh of relief.

When the words 'Vice Cult Leader' came out, the one who was more surprised than Namgung Hui was the Mad Dragon.

Of course, since she was a Vice Cult Leader who was no different from an enemy, it would be strange not to be surprised.

The Demonic Fist, who had read the Mad Dragon's gaze, opened her mouth with a bitter smile.

"Although there is a restriction on him. It's not that it can't be removed. Who are we? We are the Heavenly Blood Divine Cult."

In the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult of the past life, there were also some sorcerers.

The Demonic Illusion, as well as the Demonic Phantom, were proficient in sorcery, and they could also be found among the ordinary cult members of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

If so, there was no law that said the restriction on the Mad Dragon could not be removed.

The Mad Dragon, who had sensed the danger, quickly threw his body, but.

-Peok!

He was caught by Namgung Hui in an instant.

Namgung Hui, while holding the Mad Dragon's pulse, asked the Demonic Fist.

"Elder Sister. Won't the restriction be activated even if I press his acupoints?"

"I don't know. I'm not an expert in this area either. But what can we do? We have no choice but to try pressing his acupoints. If he dies, it's his fate."

"Really? Then I'll have to press his vital points right away. He doesn't even say 'save me,' so I guess he's fine."

"N-no..."

Teolseok.

As Namgung Hui pressed the Mad Dragon's vital points, he fortunately just fell asleep as if he had fainted, and no other signs were seen.

Namgung Hui picked up such a Mad Dragon, handed him to the Demonic Fist, and said.

"Here. A gift from your younger brother."

"Haha! Are you really going to keep acting like a younger brother? If you knew how much older I am than you, you wouldn't feel like it."

If you count his past life, Namgung Hui would be the older one, but Namgung Hui couldn't bring himself to say that.

Instead, the word Namgung Hui brought out was.

"Should I call you 'auntie' again?"

"That won't do. But be careful with your words in front of the cult members. Even if I stay still, they won't."

"Of course. Then I'll just call you 'Elder Sister' when we're alone. Elder Sister. What are you going to do with this guy?"

The Demonic Fist shouldered the Mad Dragon and said.

"For now, I'm thinking of leaving him to the Demonic Physician. If I had my way, I'd like to call the Demonic Illusion and ask, but since the Demonic Illusion is not on our side, he won't help."

"So the Demonic Illusion does exist. He must be a difficult guy to deal with."

The Demonic Illusion, as his moniker suggested, was a demonic head skilled in illusion.

Of course, this was the standard of his past life, and he couldn't guarantee that the Demonic Illusion of his current life would also be skilled in illusion.

Moreover, hadn't even the Sosu Demonic Art of the Demonic Empress failed to be properly passed down?

He couldn't be sure that the Demonic Illusion had properly raised a successor.

"I'll go to the military strategist now."

"No, wait. Elder Sister. If I go back like this, what should I say to that Elder Bukgung?"

"Tell him he's dead drunk. Men are bound to be exhausted after overusing their lower parts."

"What does that mean?"

"There are things that children don't know. If there's a problem, come and find me at the military affairs department."

Since the Demonic Fist had said this much, what more could Namgung Hui say?

As she said, if it really didn't work, he could just sell out the Bukgung military strategist.

Since Elder Bukgung was also a Bukgung, they would deal with it among themselves.

"Alright. Let's meet with a smile next time."

"We met with a smile at our first meeting, didn't we?"

"You got angry right after that."

Perhaps because she remembered what had happened a while ago, the Demonic Fist frowned and said.

"That's because you were spouting insolent words. Anyway. Deal a proper blow to the radical faction."

"Alright. I've come up with a good plan just in time. You can trust me."

At Namgung Hui's exaggerated action, the Demonic Fist burst out laughing and said.

"Hmph! Ah. And I've recruited one more outsider. You might train with him later, so you should know."

"Who is it?"

"They say he uses the moniker 'Red-Haired Monster' in the Central Plains. As his moniker suggests, he's a red-haired man, so it will be easy for you to recognize him."

"Red-Haired Monster? I've heard that moniker somewhere... Ah, right! He was the 6th of the Ten Great Masters. You even recruited such a person?"

"I didn't do it myself, so there's no need to look at me so amazed. Anyway. The feast will be starting soon, so go back."

Namgung Hui repeated the moniker of the Red-Haired Monster in his mind and nodded.

And so, he parted with the Demonic Fist and returned to the noodle shop where his companions were.

Fortunately, the person called Elder Bukgung had left, and his figure was not seen.

It wouldn't have mattered even if he had seen him.

Because Namgung Hui also had a plausible plan of his own.

"Hui... no, Jayeon. What happened to the matter you went for?"

"I put him to sleep. It will take a while for him to wake up."

Since he had pressed his vital points, it was true that he had put him to sleep.

"Nothing happened, right?"

"Something did happen, but it's a bit difficult to talk about it here. By the way, where did everyone else go, and why are you alone?"

"I told you they were preparing for the feast. They all left because of that."

"Ah. Then let's move too. I have something to say."

Namgung Hui moved to the place where he had eaten tanghulu with Beak Seolhwa before.

It was a quiet place with no one watching, so it was easy to have a conversation.

Namgung Hui, after confirming again that there was no one around, whispered quietly.

"You know that guy was the Mad Dragon, right?"

"Of course. I also participated in the martial arts tournament, so there's no way I wouldn't know."

"I thought you didn't watch the men's matches, but I'm glad you did. Anyway. I was about to deal with him, but suddenly someone flew in and blocked me."

"Don't tell me it was from the radical faction?"

"No. It was a member of the moderate faction. You'll be really surprised if you know who it is."

"Who is it that you're so hesitant to say? Is that person also a woman?"

"She is a woman, but. No, what does that matter?"

Beak Seolhwa frowned and shook her head.

"No. It's fine. Just tell me who it is."

"The Demonic Fist. And she's the current Vice Cult Leader."

At the words 'Vice Cult Leader,' Beak Seolhwa's eyes widened slightly and then narrowed.

"Vice Cult Leader... That's a nostalgic title. How were her skills?"

"First of all, she's a Transformation master. I don't think she's as strong as we were in our past lives, but I don't know how much she's hiding her skills. As her name, Demonic Fist, suggests, she attacked me with a hand technique."

"She attacked you? Why on earth?"

"Ah. That's..."

Namgung Hui briefly explained what had happened with the Demonic Fist to Beak Seolhwa.

Then, Beak Seolhwa narrowed her eyes and continued.

"You called her 'Elder Sister'? Wow. You're amazing too. What if she's over fifty?"

"Our ages are actually older than that, so what's the big deal? No. And that's not the important thing. The important thing is that the Demonic Heaven and the radical faction might join hands."

"Do you think it's difficult for those who only suspect each other to collaborate?"

"Rather, it might be more dangerous. They might try to deal with the moderate faction quickly and then go their separate ways."

It would be a perfect fit if you saw them as jackals.

Even if they fight among themselves, if a fierce beast like a tiger appears, they form a pack and even hunt the tiger.

It was not entirely impossible for the pack of jackals, the Demonic Heaven and the radical faction, to collaborate and defeat the moderate faction now.

They would just deal with the common enemy and then try to divide the remaining shares among themselves.

'They must be looking for the symbols of the Vice Cult Leader or the Young Cult Leader for the justification they'll need later.'

"Beak Seolhwa. Does the Young Cult Leader also have a sacred artifact-like symbol?"

"There is. The Cult Leader, the Young Cult Leader, the Vice Cult Leader. They all had one."

"The Cult Leader had the Asura Statue, the Vice Cult Leader had the Mark of the North Sea, but I'm hearing about the Young Cult Leader's for the first time."

"It's only natural that you don't know. The Young Cult Leader of the past life was not well-known because his martial power was not particularly strong. If the Young Cult Leader had been as strong as the Cult Leader, the Elder Faction would not have split."

If the martial power of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult came from the absolute martial power of the Heavenly Demon, the same went for the leadership.

Since the Young Cult Leader did not have such martial power, the Elder Faction must have deserted and become the Demonic Heaven.

"So what is the symbol of the Young Cult Leader?"

"The mirror I bought you, right? It's a mirror of a similar size. Of course, the appearance is not that splendid and it's old. There's a flame pattern on the outside, so it won't be difficult to recognize."

"Really?"

At her words, Namgung Hui took out the hand mirror and looked at his own face.

'A mirror that looks like this. If it's an old one, I'll have to ask Chichi later. If it's the detection ability of the further evolved Chichi, he might be able to find the sacred artifact of the Young Cult Leader that Seolhwa mentioned.'

"Then it means that the current Young Cult Leader or the Vice Cult Leader has no symbol to confirm their identity. So they sent Muchi to find it. The Demonic Heaven must have been looking for it too."

"But it seems it hasn't been discovered yet."

"One is hanging around your neck, so that's a given. The Young Cult Leader's mirror is a bit hard to understand. It seems the Young Cult Leader survived until the end, so why did the sacred artifact disappear?"

"I heard that from Muchi roughly, but it seems that as he split with the Elder Faction, the Young Cult Leader also disappeared somewhere."

"What about the Young Cult Leader's faction?"

"Perhaps because he didn't want to be divided like that, he thought that if he disappeared, the cult members would unite again. That's the kind of personality that child has."

"Indeed, you must know well since you've experienced it yourself. Then what will you do from now on? Have you looked around the Blood Cult enough?"

Beak Seolhwa shook her head slightly and said.

"Not yet. I haven't been able to look at the most important places."

"Where?"

Beak Seolhwa pointed to the center with her fingertip.

"The moderate faction and the radical faction. I think I can decide my path only after looking at both."

"Are you going to do a clean sweep if you have to?"

"That's about it. And I'm trying to cause as little harm as possible to those who are innocent and have no sin."

"I agree. The common people here and in the Central Plains seem to be all the same... Then let's just enjoy the feast and look at the central part from tomorrow."

"Okay."

As Beak Seolhwa finished speaking, simple sky lanterns rose from the center of the village, and a boisterous sound was heard.

"Huh? They're releasing sky lanterns too?"

"Our Blood Cult serves fire, you know. That's all part of the ritual. The meaning of purification, the wish for a long and healthy life, and the wish for happiness. Things like that."

"Purification, longevity, happiness. A trinity, is it? Anyway. It's nice just watching from here."

And so, Namgung Hui and Beak Seolhwa looked at the sky lanterns rising in the night sky and smiled a deep smile.

Let's just enjoy this moment.

Let's be happy even if a storm of blood blows tomorrow, they resolved, and stealthily held each other's hands.

On their faces, a blush was hung like the sky lanterns floating in the night sky.

(End of Chapter)