Scholar Demon Venerable

Cheongun started eating with his chopsticks again.

The inner courtyard warrior smirked at the absurd situation.

"Will you shed tears only when you see the coffin?"

"These lower-class people and their masters have no manners. You were the one who picked a fight first, and you're going to blame me?"

"Hahaha. What a funny guy. There's no need to make excuses. I don't know what you're up to, but today next year will be your death anniversary."

Uung!

Shwaek.

As soon as the words were finished, the inner courtyard warrior drew his sword and swung it horizontally.

Cheongun's upper body bent back, and he narrowly dodged the sword.

The attack that had started once did not stop and continued.

Shwaek, shwaek, shwaek.

The man's attacks, which were connected quickly, were concise without any unnecessary movements.

It was a fast attack that only a master of the sword could show.

Cheongun narrowly dodged the sword. To others' eyes, it looked so precarious that his body would be pierced by the opponent's sword at any moment.

Shwik, shwishwik.

In a short moment, about a dozen moves had passed.

The warrior's sword pierced Cheongun's chest and dug into his heart.

Puk.

As Cheongun's chest was pierced, a sneer appeared on the lips of the inner courtyard warrior who had attacked.

But Cheongun's body scattered in the air.

"Huk!"

The two eyes of the warrior who had attacked widened, and his expression became startled.

He quickly turned his head and threw the sword he had stopped back, but he could not achieve his goal.

Kwaang!

U-dang-tang!

The body of the inner courtyard warrior broke through the floor of the second floor and fell to the first floor.

Perhaps because he had died instantly, there was no movement.

"What!"

"Illusionary Body Substitution?"

The warriors who had come with him from the surroundings were astonished and shouted.

"He's a master! Everyone, be careful!"

A man shouted loudly and aimed his sword at Cheongun. The other warriors who had come with him also drew their respective weapons and surrounded Cheongun.

Cheongun looked around with an indifferent expression and said in a low voice.

"To try to kill an innocent person just because you have power. It seems you guys have no reason to live."

Seureureung.

Cheongun drew his sword and slowly raised it above his head. When the sword and his body became one, a bluish flame sparked from the sword.

Pajik, pajijijik.

A lightning energy like static electricity flashed and was emitted at the same time, and it wrapped around Cheongun's body once.

At that unique appearance, one of the warriors who was surrounding Cheongun shouted as if screaming.

"D-don't tell me, the Thunder Dragon Sword?"

At that sound, the others also made a surprised expression.

The Thunder Dragon Sword was also called the Thunder Dragon Drifting Wind Sword, and it was one of the three great divine arts of the Thunder Dragon Sect.

A long time ago, there was a mysterious sect that had disappeared after facing the rampage of the Blood Cult.

Their martial arts, which contained the energy of dispelling evil, were the natural enemy of the evil and demonic paths. Thanks to that, the first sect to be eliminated was the Thunder Dragon Sect.

The martial world had been saddened by the destruction of the Thunder Dragon Sect. They had gone out to find their descendants, but they could not find their appearance anywhere.

After that, there were many martial artists who claimed to be the descendants of the Thunder Dragon Sect. But the martial arts they had learned could not represent the Thunder Dragon Sect. They were just people who had learned the martial arts that had flowed out from the Thunder Dragon Sect.

But the sword that was being unfolded in Cheongun's hand was clearly one of the three great secret arts of the Thunder Dragon Sect that they had been searching for so much.

As if to confirm their thoughts, Cheongun opened his mouth.

"You have an eye for things!"

Cheongun, who had let out a shout, began to swing his sword quickly.

Flash! Pajijik!

A lightning-fast attack was emitted in streaks and wrapped around the surroundings like a storm.

The warriors, who were tense, faced the blue lightning energy that was wrapping around them with their respective weapons.

Pajing, pajing, pajijijik.

Although they had blocked the attack with a lot of internal energy, they could not completely block the lightning energy that was flowing through their weapons.

Jireureu, their posture was disturbed by the lightning energy that was ringing throughout their bodies. Even after that, a series of attacks covered the warriors of the Yongfeng Manor.

In an instant, three fell.

It was because of the characteristics of the martial arts of the Thunder Dragon Sect.

Since the martial arts of the Thunder Dragon Sect contained lightning energy, if they clashed weapons, the lightning energy would flow in. Because of that, the opponent could not display their proper skills.

The man who seemed to be the leader gripped his sword, gritted his teeth, and shouted.

"Everyone, retreat!"

As the warriors of the Yongfeng Manor were trying to pull out their bodies, Cheongun shouted and moved again.

"You're going to run away? Not a chance!"

Cheongun's figure became blurry again, and a storm-like lightning energy was shot out in all directions.

Pajijijik!

The blue lightning energy spread in the air like a net and then struck the bodies of the warriors of the Fengyun Manor who had turned their bodies to escape.

A few more people fell.

Although those with skills barely endured, most could not block it completely and were in a predicament.

"Three left?"

Cheongun's cold voice awakened the man who was standing with his mouth wide open as if he had lost his mind.

"You bastard!"

Although the man gritted his teeth, it was useless.

They were no match for that guy with their own strength.

"You seem to be a descendant of the Thunder Dragon Sect. You're quite strong, but it won't change the fact that today next year will be your death anniversary."

He had to buy time. In any case, if he was no match for that guy, he had to hold him until the ones who could face him came.

But Cheongun said something unexpected.

"Bring anyone. I'll wait. I'm also curious what kind of person you'll bring."

‘That guy may be acting confident now, but he’ll soon realize that composure was just an act.’

The man cheered inwardly. If it went like this, he and his two subordinates could live, and they could also get revenge for their dead subordinates.

But...

Puk!

His chest felt a sharp pain.

For a moment, the figure of Cheongun who was standing in front of him scattered in the air.

"Th-this, illusionary body substitution"

The surprised man slowly lowered his head. He saw a single sword blade that had pierced his heart and was soaring.

Suuk.

He felt something leaving his chest. And when he turned his head, he saw Cheongun standing behind his subordinates.

He had tried to tell them to turn back, but his mouth would not open. No, he could not think of anything anymore.

Kung.

The twelve men who had been attacking Cheongun all fell to the floor.

Looking down at the men who had become corpses, Cheongun said a word.

"It seems the death anniversary next year is not mine, but yours."

Cheongun sheathed his sword and looked around.

The inside of the inn was smashed. One wall was blown open, and the furniture was all broken.

A few of the pillars that were supporting the building were also cracked and seemed as if they would break soon.

"Don't I have to rebuild this building?"

Cheongun shook his head and looked down at the first floor. He saw several people who were watching.

Among them, he saw a man who was sitting on the floor of the first floor with a dazed expression.

Pat.

Cheongun flew his body and landed in front of that man.

"Are you the owner?"

"Yes."

The owner was half out of his mind, his two eyes had no focus, and his answer was insincere.

His business had been smashed in one day. It was so severely broken that he might have to rebuild the building.

Thud.

Something yellow fell to the floor.

The focus began to form in the owner's two eyes, which had no focus.

"G-gold?"

A gold ingot that seemed to be worth ten taels of gold was rolling on the floor.

The owner's head was slowly raised. It was Cheongun, who had been happily smashing the inn a little while ago.

"I'm sorry. This should be enough, so don't be sad."

"My lord! It's enough!"

The owner stood up abruptly from his seat and repeatedly nodded his head to Cheongun. A gold ingot was already held in his hand.

Until just now, he had been cursing him as a son of a b*tch in his heart. But it turned out that he had mistaken the person.

The bad guys were the warriors of the Yongfeng Manor, and the person in front of him was a Buddha.

Cheongun left the owner who was greeting him and looked at one of the people who were watching.

A man whose two eyes had met flinched and froze with a surprised expression.

Cheongun, who had moved his steps, stopped in front of the man and said.

"I saw you during the day."

"P-please save me."

The porter collapsed and shed tears and snot.

He didn't know how he had recognized him, but he thought he was a dead man.

"Ah, don't worry. I have no intention of killing you. As you have seen, didn't those guys pick a fight and attack without reason? I just defended myself. I can't save the ones who are trying to kill me, can I?"

"O-of course."

He saw a way to live. To live, he had to get on the good side of Cheongun, who had changed his face.

"I forgot, but I forgot that I have something to handle urgently. So, can you stay and tell the ones who are looking for me something?"

"What should I tell them?"

"That I will go and find them next time."

"What?"

Cheongun patted the man's shoulder, left a word to work hard, and disappeared like the wind.

* * *

A rumor spread throughout Yongcheng.

If two people gathered, they were busy talking about the fight at the inn.

The rumor spread even more because one of the protagonists of that fight was a descendant of the Thunder Dragon Sect.

But after that, no one had seen the middle-aged man who was the protagonist of that fight anywhere.

Kwaang!

"So, you're saying you couldn't find that guy?"

A table made of thick paulownia wood was smashed.

A middle-aged man who was well-dressed in silk clothes was panting, unable to endure his rising anger.

The five or six people who were standing around him bowed their heads and were restless.

"How did you manage it that such a disaster happened?"

"Please calm down, master."

"General manager, do I look like I can calm down? Twelve have died! Twelve!"

The person who was getting angry was the owner of the Yongfeng Manor, Go Jung-wol.

His subordinates had rushed out without even reporting properly and had become guests of the underworld. He had rushed after hearing the news, but that guy's figure had disappeared like the wind.

He had looked here and there, but no one knew.

He had looked into the reason for the fight, but it was a trivial reason. Come to think of it, it seemed he had fallen into a trap that someone had set.

So he was even more angry.

"How dare any bastard touch us?"

And lately, strange things had been happening in succession.

The Hyeokryeon Manor, the Zirong Palace, and even the Lu family manor had been involved in a rebellion and a strange incident.

They were all places that were secretly connected to the Yongfeng Manor.

All those places had had a disaster in succession, so his nerves were on edge.

But this time, a problem had occurred at the Yongfeng Manor. Although it was something that could be dismissed as a common quarrel, twelve people had died, and the inside story of the incident was also somewhat suspicious.

Go Jung-wol, who seemed to have calmed down a little, asked the general manager in a calm tone.

"Are the guests doing well?"

"Yes, they are practicing martial arts in the training hall, guiding Young Master Hui."

He was talking about Hyeokryeon Hui and the martial arts teacher.

The two were raising the heat of their martial arts training in a secret training ground prepared in the underground of the Yongfeng Manor.

"Keep this matter a secret from them."

"I understand."

"Oh, and forbid the Lu family manor's family members from going out. I heard one of them went out to offer a Buddhist service last time."

"I am sorry. They said it was a memorial day, so they couldn't help it, but I will give them a warning again."

"Aing. They seem to be incompetent."

One of the subordinates who had followed Lu Zhongjing had left the manor. If someone had recognized him because he was involved in the matter of the martial artists and the manual, it would have been a very troublesome thing.

Go Jung-wol gestured to the general manager to leave.

The general manager bowed his head and answered. The subordinates who were with him also went out.

Go Jung-wol, who was left alone, looked at the broken table without a word and muttered.

"I don't know what kind of bastard it is, but I'll chew him up and eat him."