Swordless Demonic Path

"Yeon Jeok-sim."

"Yeon Jeok-sim is here."

They seemed to know well what kind of person Yeon Jeok-sim was. Sang-gyo gripped her sword with a tense face.

Namgung Wi, who saw that, smiled and waved his hand.

"There's nothing to worry about. Yeon Jeok-sim is dead."

At his words, the disciples of the Yin Immortal Palace were once again surprised. Yeon Jeok-sim was one of the top masters in the Demonic Cult.

Even though they heard that he was dead, it was hard to believe.

"Is that true?"

"That's right."

Namgung Wi smiled, then opened the lid of the coffin with Jin Sa-wol and looked at Yeon Jeok-sim's face.

Over Namgung Wi's shoulder, Sang-gyo's face, full of curiosity, was visible.

Namgung Wi's expression hardened when he confirmed Yeon Jeok-sim's unique weapon, the folding fan, and the Demonic Cult's nameplate.

Namgung Wi closed the coffin.

"It's certain. Now we will take it to the Namgung family."

"I will accompany you to the family."

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Namgung Wi's expression changed.

Jin Sa-wol's words were no different from saying that he could not trust him. That's how it sounded.

"Is there a reason?"

"I was attacked by the Demonic Cult on the way. It seems the Demonic Cult is also trying to retrieve Yeon Jeok-sim's corpse."

"So that's what happened."

Namgung Wi's mood seemed to have been relieved, and he smiled again. It was a problem with the Demonic Cult, not a problem of trust.

"But how did you kill him?"

"He was dying from a severe internal injury. So it wasn't difficult."

"Lord Jo wouldn't just die. My older brother is also..."

Namgung Wi sighed and agreed.

The opponent who had fought with Yeon Jeok-sim was Jo Han-yu. It would be stranger if he were safe after fighting with Jo Han-yu.

Most people in the martial world also speculated that Yeon Jeok-sim must have suffered a great internal injury.

If you looked at Jo Han-yu's corpse, the traces of the internal injury were clearly revealed.

Namgung Wi smiled.

"Young Master Jin's martial arts are truly amazing. No matter how severe the internal injury, the opponent is Yeon Jeok-sim."

"You praise me too much. It's all thanks to the help of the Namgung family."

At the words that it was the Namgung family's achievement, Namgung Wi shrugged his shoulders as if he were in a good mood.

It was then.

"Uwaaaah!"

From the entrance of the village, with a huge roar, the Demonic Cult members wearing red and black martial arts uniforms began to flock. The number seemed to be over a hundred.

Namgung Wi hurriedly drew his sword.

Jeong Heon-yeong, who was running at the very front, had a hardened expression when he saw the Namgung family and the women in white.

"What are those things? You said he was alone?!"

"That... I don't know either."

The tracking team leader answered while running.

Jeong Heon-yeong thought for a moment about what to do. But Ma-gung dismissed his judgment.

"Kill them all!"

"Waaah!"

Ma-gung shouted and encouraged the Gwi-hyeol Pavilion.

Jeong Heon-yeong judged that he could not stop the current momentum. Jeong Heon-yeong grabbed the tracking team leader's shoulder and let out a cold killing intent.

"You bastard. Let's see after we kill all those bastards."

"Yes!"

Hearing the tracking team leader's energetic answer, Jeong Heon-yeong flew up with an angry face.

"Kill them all!"

Papapat!

"Demonic Cult!"

"It's the Demonic Cult!"

The women in white shouted. The villagers were scared and disappeared as if they were running away.

Sang-gyo raised her sword high and shouted.

"Everyone, prepare to fight the Demonic Cult bastards! They are our hundred-year enemy!"

"Yes!"

As the disciples of the Yin Immortal Palace answered and formed a defensive formation, Namgung Wi also shouted.

"Everyone, get off your horses and prepare to fight! Kill all the Demonic Cult bastards!"

"Yes!"

"Abandon the horses!"

"Hurry up and get down and form a line!"

The warriors of the Namgung family shouted, sent their horses to the plains on the right, and then formed a formation.

The huge barrier created by the Yin Immortal Palace and the Namgung family blocked Jin Sa-wol's view.

Behind him, Woo Jeong-bong and Jo Geom-ok approached.

"Where do so many Demonic Cult bastards come from? Do they dig tunnels and move around?"

Woo Jeong-bong showed a dumbfounded expression, held his sword, and approached Namgung Wi's side and stood there.

Namgung Wi frowned when he saw Woo Jeong-bong.

"If you die, I'll take care of your corpse."

At Namgung Wi's words, Woo Jeong-bong flashed a cold killing intent.

"If you die, I'll avenge you instead. So don't worry and fight."

"You crazy bastard."

"You've lost your mind."

Jo Geom-ok looked at Woo Jeong-bong and Namgung Wi, who were standing there, emitting killing intent at each other, with a sigh.

But there was nothing she could do.

Jo Geom-ok asked Jin Sa-wol.

"What should I do?"

"You have to guard the coffin."

It was Jin Sa-wol, who gave a natural answer.

A short while later, the Demonic Cult members clashed with the disciples of the Namgung family and the Yin Immortal Palace.

"Haaat!"

"Ugh!"

"Kraaaak!"

"Aaaak!"

A sharp scream echoed.

Clang! Thwack! Rustle!

Namgung Wi's sword blocked the Demonic Cult members' swords and then cut and stabbed their chests and necks. Next to him, Woo Jeong-bong was moving together.

The two masters took the lead and faced the Demonic Cult members, and the warriors of the Namgung family supported them from behind.

"Hwaaap!"

Jeong Heon-yeong, who had jumped into the air with a loud shout, jumped into the midst of the Namgung family's warriors.

Thump! Thwack!

The moment he landed on the ground, he cut down the Namgung family's warriors with his saber and then jumped up again and flew towards the coffin on the cart.

"I'll take the coffin!"

Jeong Heon-yeong shouted and jumped over a distance of three zhang in one breath, flying towards the cart.

Jin Sa-wol, who was standing next to the cart, looked at Jeong Heon-yeong. The eyes of the two met in the air.

"Don't move!"

Jeong Heon-yeong, who was floating in the air, shouted and raised his saber above his head. It seemed as if he were going to split Jin Sa-wol's head as if he were splitting firewood.

Clank!

Jin Sa-wol's hand grabbed his belt.

In that instant, a sharp silver thread flashed and cut Jeong Heon-yeong's neck.

"Huh?"

Jeong Heon-yeong, who had landed next to the cart, grabbed his neck at the strange pressure.

Drip!

As red blood flowed from his neck and soaked his hand, Jeong Heon-yeong's eyes widened.

"This is impossible..."

Thump!

Jin Sa-wol looked down at Jeong Heon-yeong, who had his nose buried in the ground. There was no particular change in his expression.

No one had seen how he had drawn his flexible sword and cut Jeong Heon-yeong's neck.

It was just that a light had flashed, and then Jeong Heon-yeong had collapsed.

Jo Geom-ok, who was standing next to him, also clicked her tongue and looked at Jeong Heon-yeong's corpse for a moment.

"Kraak!"

A scream was heard again, and the fight continued.

Ma-gung, who had cut the waist of a Yin Immortal Palace disciple, swung his saber at the three flying swords, blocked them, and then retreated.

His clothes were already stained with blood.

"Where did he go?!"

Ma-gung shouted in frustration when he couldn't see Jeong Heon-yeong.

"You evil villain!"

Sang-gyo's sword flew at Ma-gung. Ma-gung snorted, raised his saber to block it, and then cut Sang-gyo's waist.

"Die! You bitch!"

"You die, you bald bastard!"

Sang-gyo shouted, blocked Ma-gung's saber, and then raised her foot.

Ma-gung blocked her foot with his hand and retreated. Just then, he saw a sword light approaching quickly from the left.

It was Namgung Wi.

Shwaak!

As a sharp sword energy cut through the air, Ma-gung raised his saber to block it and then parried the dozen or so sword shadows that Namgung Wi had created.

Clang-clang-clang!

Ma-gung retreated a dozen or so steps due to the sword power of Namgung Wi, which was pressing down with a strong force. But Namgung Wi was still pressing Ma-gung and moving his sword.

Swish-swish!

A silver sword energy brushed past Ma-gung's shoulder, and blood splattered.

Ma-gung staggered, parried Namgung Wi's flying sword with his saber, and shouted.

"Retreat! Withdraw!"

As Ma-gung shouted, the Demonic Cult members began to retreat. But it was not something that would end just because they retreated.

"There's nowhere to run! Kill them all! Not a single one should be left alive!"

Since they were numerically superior, Namgung Wi shouted fiercely and drove Ma-gung.

"Deputy Pavilion Master!"

Although Ma-gung looked for Jeong Heon-yeong, he could not see his figure since Jeong Heon-yeong was dead.

If he had been alive, they would not have been pushed back like this.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

He saw the leader of the tracking team and his subordinates running away behind Ma-gung. Since they were fast on their feet, they moved nimbly.

As Namgung Wi's sword stabbed his chest, Ma-gung, who had quickly blocked it with his saber, saw Sang-gyo, who had appeared above Namgung Wi's head. Her sword was stabbing his head.

"Damn it! Shit!"

Thwack!

Sang-gyo, who had stabbed Ma-gung's forehead, pulled out her sword and landed next to the collapsing Ma-gung.

She exchanged a glance with Namgung Wi and then moved towards the fleeing Demonic Cult members. Namgung Wi also went with her.

"Kraaaak!"

"Ugh!"

Screams continued endlessly.

The situation ended sooner than expected. Since the number of Namgung family's warriors was over a hundred, and the number of Yin Immortal Palace's disciples was also about a hundred, they overwhelmed the Demonic Cult members in number.

On top of that, Jeong Heon-yeong, who had the highest martial arts among the Demonic Cult members, had died too early.

As he died, the Demonic Cult members easily collapsed.

Namgung Wi, who had returned after chasing and killing the fleeing ones, looked at Jin Sa-wol and Jo Geom-ok, who were standing next to the cart, and then turned his gaze to the Yin Immortal Palace disciples.

'Their fighting spirit is considerable.'

Although he had heard various things about the Yin Immortal Palace, most of them were not good. But the sight of them fighting against the Demonic Cult members without hesitation was the very definition of bravery.

It was difficult for even men to fight so hard against the Demonic Cult members.

The sight of the Yin Immortal Palace disciples fighting, putting their own lives on the line, left a strong impression on Namgung Wi.

A middle-aged warrior approached Namgung Wi's side and said.

"About thirty have died. The number of injured also seems to be about fifty."

"That's a lot."

Namgung Wi sighed, wiping the blood on his face with his blood-soaked sleeve.

Then he approached Sang-gyo.

She was looking at the injured disciples.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"What about the damage?"

"Nine died, and twelve were injured."

Namgung Wi's eyes widened as if he were quite surprised by the number of dead. The damage was less than that of the Namgung family.

It seemed there would be a considerable benefit if he made the Yin Immortal Palace his side.

Sang-gyo asked.

"What about your side?"

"A lot."

Namgung Wi answered with a hardened expression and then sighed. As he saw the cut on Namgung Wi's left sleeve, Sang-gyo tore her skirt and wrapped it around it.

"If you don't treat even a small wound in time, a scar will form."

Namgung Wi, who was looking at Sang-gyo's face, which was standing close, gathered his flustered heart.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

Sang-gyo smiled.

Namgung Wi, who had become awkward, retreated. Woo Jeong-bong, who was watching that from a distance, held his waist and sat down.

"Ouch! Ouch, my back!"

But no one paid attention to him.

After about a quarter of an hour, the situation was roughly sorted out.

Namgung Wi said goodbye to Sang-gyo and then approached Jin Sa-wol.

"Since we've taken care of the Demonic Cult members, let's depart. Are you going with us?"

"Of course."

Jin Sa-wol answered and then sat in the driver's seat. Then Woo Jeong-bong and Jo Geom-ok sat side by side next to Yeon Jeok-sim's coffin.

As the cart departed, Namgung Wi continued his conversation with Sang-gyo. Woo Jeong-bong, who was watching that, grumbled.

"At this rate, they'll even get married."

"The Yin Immortal Palace does not allow leaving home. If they want to get married, Namgung Wi has to enter the Yin Immortal Palace. But will he do that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"To marry a disciple of the Yin Immortal Palace, you have to enter the Yin Immortal Palace. Although it's a polygamous system there, it's a place you can't leave once you enter."

"Polygamy? Isn't that a good thing?"

Jo Geom-ok sighed as if she were dumbfounded by Woo Jeong-bong's words and asked.

"Hoo. I've been curious for a while, but how did Brother Woo become a disciple of the Wudang Sect?"

"Of course, I became one with this handsome appearance, outstanding mind, and strong body. Isn't that natural?"

"Ah, yes. I see."

Jo Geom-ok nodded as if she agreed.

Thump-thump-thump!

The horses of the Namgung family quickly followed behind the cart.

They all had hardened expressions.

(End of Chapter)