Swordless Demonic Path

A warrior from the Yaksha Hall said, looking around.

"Deputy Pavilion Master. The man named Jin Sa-wol is the one who killed Lord Yeon. It is true that he has a great grudge, but his martial arts are beyond our ability to handle. So please reconsider."

"It seems I look ridiculous in your eyes."

Jeong Heon-yeong, along with his words, grabbed the neck of the warrior who had advised him.

"Keuk!"

As the warrior's eyes widened, Jeong Heon-yeong put strength into them.

Crack!

As his neck broke and the warrior's head tilted to the side, Jeong Heon-yeong threw the warrior who had turned into a corpse.

Jeong Heon-yeong's eyes turned to the warriors of the Yaksha Hall and the Gwi-pung Pavilion, who were standing with flustered faces.

"I don't need a guy who has no will to fight. Do you guys have the same thoughts as that guy?"

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

At their answer, Jeong Heon-yeong showed a satisfied smile.

"Let's go!"

Jeong Heon-yeong shouted and stepped forward.

There was a reason he was in a hurry. If he dragged on time, he would be noticed by the Martial Alliance and the Namgung family and would have to fight them. It was better to finish before he ran into them.

Another reason was that he believed he could kill Jin Sa-wol with his own hands.

Jin Sa-wol had killed Yeon Jeok-sim, who was severely injured. That's what he knew. Of course, if he killed Jin Sa-wol, who had killed Yeon Jeok-sim, wouldn't his reputation in the Cult rise greatly?

Perhaps he might even occupy one of the vacant seats of the four great guardian demonic gods.

'Hohoho! I can't miss this opportunity. I will definitely kill that bastard with my own hands.'

A smile of triumph appeared on Jeong Heon-yeong's face.

Ma-gung, who had been glancing at that, also showed a faint smile.

* * *

The people of Yibonghyeon looked at the hundred or so women in white who had entered the village around noon with curious expressions.

The women in white were all beauties with fine skin and pretty faces. Since they were women with looks that could not be seen on a daily basis, the young men of Yibonghyeon stared with wide eyes.

They surrounded the inn at the entrance of the village and stood still. Although people from the village gathered behind them, they did not care.

There was also an unorthodox group in Yibonghyeon, which was called the Mukryongpa. They were all men with sturdy builds.

The Mukryongpa group came out in a crowd when they saw the unfamiliar women in white, but they did not dare to approach.

It was because of the swords in the hands of the women in white.

No matter how pretty and fine the women in white were, if they were holding swords, it meant they were martial artists.

The men of the Mukryongpa looked at the axes and large broadswords in their hands and then compared them with the weapons of the women in white.

No matter how many women in white there were, they were women. How scary could the swords in their slender hands be?

The men of the Mukryongpa whispered among themselves. A few of them chattered that they had to show a manly appearance.

Just then, a man in his late twenties with a sturdy build stepped forward from the Mukryongpa group. It was Oh Hae-sam, the leader of the Mukryongpa.

He spread his shoulders, stuck out his chest, and put strength into his neck.

"Ahem! Ahem! Look here, young ladies! I am Oh Hae-sam of Yibonghyeon!"

Swish!

At his voice, the eyes of a hundred or so people turned to him at once.

Oh Hae-sam's expression hardened as he received their gazes.

But that was also only for a moment. The women in white turned their heads to the inn again.

"Are you ignoring me!"

The moment Oh Hae-sam shouted, a light flashed in front of his eyes.

Thwack!

Immediately after, Oh Hae-sam, who had lowered his head, collapsed on the ground.

"Oh dear."

Jo Geom-ok, who was sitting at the window with her chin resting on her hand, shook her head as Oh Hae-sam collapsed.

She just watched as the disciples of the Yin Immortal Palace subdued the twenty or so men of the Mukryongpa and carried them out of the village like luggage.

They would probably go to the Yin Immortal Palace.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The women in white, who had dealt with the men of the Mukryongpa in a short time, appeared in front of the inn again.

Jo Geom-ok's expression hardened.

"Their skills are good."

The fact that their lightness skill was fast meant that their martial arts were high.

Jo Geom-ok, who had turned her head, said to Woo Jeong-bong, who was eating.

"What is this because of Brother Woo? Please take care of it yourself."

"Me?"

Woo Jeong-bong, who was eating meat, opened his eyes wide.

"You're the one who hit them, so why do I have to take care of it? I was fine even if I was caught."

"I did it to save you, brother. They also came because of Brother Woo."

"The one who farted gets angry. It's not me, it's you."

"They're all pretty. Don't you think Brother Woo would like them very much?"

Woo Jeong-bong shook his head as if he were fed up.

"You don't know, but I've quit the brothel. I'm not going."

"Since when?"

"From today."

At Woo Jeong-bong's answer, Jo Geom-ok sighed.

Just then, a loud voice was heard from outside the window.

"The ugly man and woman hiding in the inn, come out at once!"

It was a woman in white who appeared to be in her mid-thirties. Her eyes and Jo Geom-ok's eyes met.

Jo Geom-ok tilted her head. It was because of the word 'ugly'.

The woman who was looking at Jo Geom-ok also tilted her head. Then a woman with a slightly swollen face approached and whispered in her ear.

It was clearly the woman who had been hit by Jo Geom-ok at night.

The woman in her prime shouted again.

"The ugly bastard who impersonates the Wudang Sect and the bitch who looks like a half-eaten corn, come out at once."

"Pfft!"

Jo Geom-ok laughed without realizing it and turned her head to Woo Jeong-bong.

"Ugly bastard."

At her words, Woo Jeong-bong also chuckled and said.

"A bitch who looks like a half-eaten corn."

The moment he heard Woo Jeong-bong's words, Jo Geom-ok recalled a half-eaten corn. Her expression turned cold.

"Those things are crazy."

Whoosh!

Jo Geom-ok, who had jumped out of the window of the inn, looked around at the women in white and then let out a cold chill at the woman in her prime.

"Ugly thing."

At Jo Geom-ok's words, the woman in her prime frowned.

"You're a little pretty. You must have seduced a lot of men."

She held her sword and aimed it at Jo Geom-ok.

Just then, the three young women who had been hit by Jo Geom-ok yesterday approached from behind the woman in her prime.

They began to say something to the woman in her prime. The whispering sounded as if they were cursing.

"What are they saying?"

When Jo Geom-ok asked, the woman in her prime smiled.

"They say they'll pull out your eyes and tongue and eat them as skewers. It seems they have a great grudge."

"Hohohoho! You crazy bitches."

Jo Geom-ok laughed out loud and held her sword.

"I sent you away nicely, but you can't even grasp your own theme and have come in a flock. To have to mix swords with ugly things, it's truly deplorable. Come at me, you ugly things like rolling fallen leaves."

The women in white became angry when she insulted their appearance. The woman in her prime shouted sharply.

"Attack!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

With the sound of wind, the three women extended their swords towards Jo Geom-ok.

Jo Geom-ok hit the sword on the left with her own sword, sent it to the left, and then took a step back.

"Ah!"

"Huh?"

The three were greatly surprised when they found themselves aiming their swords at each other. Jo Geom-ok had just taken a step back.

Papapat!

As the three hurriedly aimed their swords and tried to retreat, Jo Geom-ok kicked the chest of the woman on the left.

Thwack!

"Ack!"

The woman in white, who had flown back one zhang with a scream, rolled on the ground.

The other women in white revealed a strong killing intent and extended their swords towards Jo Geom-ok.

In that instant, the ground shook greatly as if there were an earthquake.

Thump-thump-thump! Thump, thump!

The women in white were startled by the tremendous sound of horse hooves and retreated.

Jo Geom-ok also retreated and looked at the hundreds of horses running towards the entrance of the village in the distance.

The flag of the Namgung family was fluttering on the horses.

They approached the entrance of the village in an instant and then stopped at a certain distance.

Whoosh!

A handsome young man in blue, who was riding a horse, flew his body nimbly and landed between the women in white and Jo Geom-ok.

It was Namgung Wi of the Namgung family.

Seeing him, the women in white blushed and retreated.

"Kyaa! How cool."

"How can he be so handsome?"

"He's so different from that burdock stem-like guy I saw yesterday."

The burdock stem was Woo Jeong-bong.

Woo Jeong-bong did not even know that the words were referring to him.

Namgung Wi looked around at the women in white and then his eyes met the woman in her prime. The woman in her prime also blushed slightly.

"I am Namgung Wi of the Namgung family. Who are you?"

"We are from the Yin Immortal Palace. I am Sang-gyo."

"Nice to meet you."

Namgung Wi was not shaken even by the words 'Yin Immortal Palace'. Although it was in the middle of orthodox and unorthodox, the Yin Immortal Palace was a sect that was closer to the unorthodox.

Namgung Wi soon turned his gaze to Jo Geom-ok.

"It's been a long time, Young Lady Jo. I thought you had returned to the Wudang Sect, but you didn't?"

"Yes."

At her answer, the women in white murmured.

"She was really from the Wudang Sect."

"That burdock bastard from yesterday must also be from the Wudang Sect."

Whoosh!

Just then, Woo Jeong-bong jumped down from the window. He smiled at Namgung Wi.

"It's been a long time."

"Brother Woo was also here?"

"We were together."

Woo Jeong-bong stood next to Jo Geom-ok and answered. Since Namgung Wi had an awkward relationship with Woo Jeong-bong, he frowned.

"It's the burdock bastard."

A woman with slightly swollen eyes, who was behind Sang-gyo, whispered in a low voice. That sound clearly reached Woo Jeong-bong's ear.

"Who's a burdock! Huh? Am I a burdock! Huh?!"

At Woo Jeong-bong's angry shout, the woman with swollen eyes hid behind Sang-gyo. Woo Jeong-bong remembered that she was the woman who had tried to give him an aphrodisiac.

'I can't even kill her.'

"Hahahaha! Brother Woo. It can happen. Please calm down."

As Namgung Wi laughed out loud and spoke, Woo Jeong-bong threw a cold gaze and retreated.

"But what business does the Yin Immortal Palace have here?"

"Yesterday, my junior sisters were hit by that Jo bitch over there. She made their faces half-sided, so I came to complain."

"Oh dear. Although it's immature, I will mediate. We also have business with Young Lady Jo and Brother Woo."

"Please do so."

Since the handsome Namgung Wi spoke, Sang-gyo answered as if it didn't matter.

Namgung Wi, who had turned his head, swallowed his saliva when he saw Jo Geom-ok's gaze, which was full of coldness. The atmosphere was not good.

"Don't meddle in useless things and get out of the way."

At Jo Geom-ok's words, Namgung Wi hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say, and then asked as if he had remembered.

"Where is Young Master Jin? I was supposed to meet him."

When Namgung Wi asked, Jo Geom-ok turned her head to the entrance of the village.

Rattle! Rattle!

A cart appeared at a distance of about fifty zhang.

Jo Geom-ok, who saw the cart, smiled.

"He's coming over there."

At Jo Geom-ok's words, Namgung Wi looked at the approaching cart.

Rattle, rumble.

The cart slowly entered the entrance of the village and then stopped next to Namgung Wi.

Namgung Wi's gaze turned to the coffin loaded on the back of the cart.

Swish.

Jin Sa-wol, who had gotten off the driver's seat, slowly took off his bamboo hat. Then his face was reflected in the noon sunlight and shone brightly.

"Oh my! He's handsome."

"Oh my! He's like jade."

"Wow! Kyaa!"

The women in white made a fuss and held each other's hands. Their gazes were focused on Jin Sa-wol like arrows.

Jo Geom-ok, who saw that scene, suddenly blocked Jin Sa-wol's front with a face that could not endure it.

A victor's smile hung on her face.

In that instant, the faces of the women in white hardened coldly.

The women in white of the Yin Immortal Palace were tearing Jo Geom-ok to pieces a thousand times with their eyes. But they could not bring themselves to say 'get out of the way'.

"It's been a long time."

Jin Sa-wol cupped his fist at Namgung Wi, as if he were not interested in what Jo Geom-ok was fighting about.

Namgung Wi also cupped his fist and smiled.

"I heard the news and came running. Is Yeon Jeok-sim in that coffin?"

"That's right."

The moment Jin Sa-wol's answer came out, the women in white opened their eyes wide and retreated at once.

(End of Chapter)