Chapter 103
Chapter 103
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: Can't Handle That Filthy Temper
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White Rakshasa.
Her real name was Kang Seo-hee, a name that meant to shine peacefully. White Rakshasa hated it. Peace didn't suit the unorthodox paths, she believed. So she adopted the name Yo-hee—meaning graceful and beautiful—using her mother's family name, Baek, the one who had always doted on her. The Heaven-Rending Legion wasn't thrilled, but he figured it was better than White Rakshasa, so he called her Yo-hee.
"Senior Brother..."
White Rakshasa's voice cracked with tears.
The moment she spotted Nam Myeong sprinting out from the Iron Lion Sect's main gate, the fearsome White Rakshasa burst into tears.
"Junior Sister...!"
Nam Myeong's eyes widened in shock.
White Rakshasa was a total wreck. She looked like she'd barely survived a life-or-death battle.
"What the hell happened to you?!"
Nam Myeong rushed forward in a single stride and demanded answers. But White Rakshasa just shook her head, sobbing.
"Dad... Dad's dead! It's my fault! Because of me, Dad..."
She finally threw herself into Nam Myeong's arms and wailed uncontrollably.
Nam Myeong swallowed his surging emotions and held her tight, soothing her as best he could. White Rakshasa buried her face in his chest and cried even harder.
"What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Dad..."
"I know. I saw it. I know because I saw it."
"...!"
"We'll have our revenge. I'll kill the Heavenly Demon. And your fellow disciple too."
"Senior Brother...!"
"Master won't be coming back. Keep it in your heart. Nurture that thirst for vengeance. Your enemy is the Heavenly Demon. From now on, prepare for revenge with me."
"I'll get revenge too. I swear it! I'll kill them all!"
"That's right. That's the spirit."
Nam Myeong nodded, patted her back, then gently pulled her away from his embrace. He took another look at her. Her clothes were torn and slashed everywhere—she'd clearly been in a massive fight.
"How did you end up like this?"
"Blood Light Monk came back."
"He survived?"
"Not anymore."
"...?"
"The protectors killed him and ambushed the temple."
"What?"
Blood Light Monk, the Heaven-Rending Legion's trusted aide, had gone to the demonic paths alongside him. While secretly searching for Ha Gun-pyo, his identity was exposed, putting him in dire straits. Thanks to the Heaven-Rending Legion's sacrifice, Blood Light Monk barely escaped. He returned to the Tyrant Emperor Sect in tatters and reported the Legion's capture. The protectors debated fiercely on what to do. Even as White Rakshasa screamed herself hoarse, demanding they rescue him immediately, it was no use. Going to the Heavenly Demon Cult to save him was something they desperately wanted to avoid. Then word came of the Heavenly Demon and his cult's advance. They heard about the Solar Heaven moving, the Great Righteous Alliance, and even Gold Emperor's bold declaration. Only then did the Tyrant Emperor Sect's protectors muster their full forces. But they didn't hurry. They had no desire to end up as the shrimp whose back gets cracked in a whale fight.
By the time everyone else had backed off, the Tyrant Emperor Sect arrived at the site where Do Cheon had clashed with the Heavenly Demon.
Blood Light Monk frantically scanned the area and found a piece of the Heaven-Rending Legion.
The Heaven-Rending Legion's death.
Only his loyal aide Blood Light Monk and White Rakshasa wept. And before their sobs could even subside, the ambush came. The protectors' merciless assault to claim the now-vacant seat of power.
Hearing the tale, lightning flashed in Nam Myeong's eyes.
Killing intent erupted like a volcano.
"I'll slaughter them all!"
A bone-chilling killing aura began to spread through his entire body.
It was right then.
Crack!
A powerful strike slammed into the back of Nam Myeong's head.
"Senior Brother!"
As Nam Myeong pitched forward, White Rakshasa screamed and caught him. She whipped around to see Do Cheon, face twisted in fury.
"How much more chaos are you idiots gonna cause?!"
"You son of a bitch! Dad died because of you! This is all your fault!"
White Rakshasa shrieked venomously and charged like a gale. But all she got was a ringing shockwave in her skull.
Thwack!
She crumpled stiffly to the ground.
"That filthy temper of yours stirred up all this trouble and got the Heaven-Rending Legion devoured too—why can't you get that through your head?!"
Do Cheon yelled with a face full of irritation. Truth be told, his own heart wasn't at ease either.
The Heaven-Rending Legion's death.
It was too unexpected, and if he'd been just a bit more proactive, maybe it wouldn't have come to losing his life.
"How the hell did he teach you lot to turn out like this?"
Muttering about the Heaven-Rending Legion, Do Cheon grabbed the two collapsed figures by the scruffs of their necks and dragged them inside the Iron Lion Sect.
The moment they reached Nam Myeong's quarters, he tossed them onto the bed and struck their pressure points to wake them.
Nam Myeong bolted upright the instant his eyes opened, only to spot White Rakshasa and Do Cheon and slump back down. White Rakshasa glared at Do Cheon with murderous fury burning in her eyes.
Do Cheon glared right back at White Rakshasa.
"Why's this my fault?! It's your filthy temper! You showed up at the sect, kicked up a shitstorm, got your ass handed to you by me! If you'd just stayed quiet, why drag this moron into it and make even more mess? Even after that fiasco failed, why not slink away then? Why take the Hell Demon Mirror?!"
"Shut your mouth! How dare you! How dare you..."
White Rakshasa snarled and shot to her feet. But she immediately flopped back down.
Do Cheon's palm had struck true.
"That's too much!"
Nam Myeong shouted, jumping up.
"Say one more word! I'll smash your jaw too!"
"Do Cheon!"
"What?!"
"Shouldn't you consider their grief over losing their master and father before pointing fingers?!"
"That was my plan. But they keep blaming me! And calling me 'trash'—what's that about? You two think you're so great?!"
"You think Junior Sister's in her right mind right now?!"
"I'm fine! And if it weren't for this bastard..."
White Rakshasa bellowed, jumping in, only to flop down again.
"Enough!"
Nam Myeong yelled again.
"You!"
Do Cheon roared back. Then, with a scowl, he spat,
"Can't handle that filthy temper of yours!"
"...!"
Nam Myeong's eyes went wide. Seeing it, Do Cheon turned to White Rakshasa.
"And you!"
"...?"
"Don't think everyone's beneath you. What do you even have right now? That filthy temper and this idiot senior brother of yours—that's it! No more Heaven-Rending Legion to command the world, no more Tyrant Emperor Sect bowing at your every word!"
"That's all your fault!"
The moment White Rakshasa yelled back, Do Cheon stepped forward, fist raised. She flinched and shrank back.
"Go ahead, show that filthy temper all you want. I'll beat it out of you every time!"
With her face all puffy and swollen, White Rakshasa could only glare ferociously now, no more shouting. Just then, Byeon Ryeo-gun's voice came from outside.
"It's me."
"Come in."
Byeon Ryeo-gun entered. She immediately set the clothes she'd brought on a table and addressed White Rakshasa.
"They might be a bit small. Wear these for now and buy new ones in town later."
Do Cheon had run into Byeon Ryeo-gun on his way dragging the two here. Seeing White Rakshasa's torn clothes exposing her skin, she'd rushed off to fetch some of her own.
"Looks like the Tyrant Emperor Sect old-timers threw a fit when they heard about Senior Heaven-Rending Legion's death."
Byeon Ryeo-gun had pieced together White Rakshasa's situation from Do Cheon's words.
"Some trusted him so much they were ready to storm the Heavenly Demon Great Hall with him when it opened. Such a shame."
"Greed. They say greed swallows everything."
Greed for control of the Tyrant Emperor Sect.
Do Cheon concluded, then looked at Nam Myeong and White Rakshasa.
"If you two want to stay here, fine. But you—rein in that temper. And you—you stick with me from now on."
Nam Myeong stared.
"Only I can properly rein in the mad dog you've turned into."
Nam Myeong sighed and nodded at Do Cheon's explanation.
Do Cheon turned to leave after settling things.
"Deputy Leader, guests have arrived."
Steward Seo's voice came from outside. Do Cheon headed out and asked,
"Guests? Who?"
"From the Tyrant Emperor Sect."
Do Cheon halted and glanced back at Nam Myeong and White Rakshasa.
Their faces, rising from their seats, twisted with killing intent and rage.
Do Cheon entered the reception hall to greet the guests and saw five elders. Strangers, nothing particularly striking about them. One looked like a righteous faction high master, another a typical unorthodox one.
"From the Tyrant Emperor Sect?"
Do Cheon asked.
"That's right."
A grim-faced elder—clearly unorthodox at a glance—replied.
"What do you want?"
"We've come chasing the sect's traitors."
"Nam Myeong and White Rakshasa?"
"Yes."
"What did they do to be called traitors?"
When Do Cheon asked point-blank, the grim elder didn't answer right away. Instead, he turned to the righteous-looking one. Do Cheon followed his gaze.
"We have no interest in what the Iron Lion Sect does. Nor in the Iron Divine Dragon emerging from the Heavenly Demon Great Hall. Mind your own business—that's mutual respect, isn't it?"
He seemed the compromising type. Smiling without provoking, subtly hinting at what he wanted and the consequences of refusal. But he didn't know his opponent.
"You sure have a way with words. How do you so smoothly threaten to expose my exit from the Heavenly Demon Great Hall to the world if we don't hand them over?"
"We wouldn't if you don't make us enemies."
"Hilarious. Make threats, then say 'don't antagonize us'..."
"Don't see it as a threat. Just saying that's our leverage."
Do Cheon fell silent at the elder's words and scanned the others. They were here for one reason: to eradicate every last seed the Heaven-Rending Legion left behind, leaving no future troubles.
"Who's getting the Tyrant Emperor Sect?"
"Sect internal affairs."
"Fair enough. None of my business."
Do Cheon nodded, then abruptly asked a burly elder,
"That made of steel?"
The burly elder lifted his weapon at the question. A steel club as thick as a man's wrist and four feet (1.2m) long. A smashing weapon, its striking surface jagged and brutal-looking.
"Yes. Tough enough to clash with any divine sword and come out fine."
"I see. Then let's use that."
"...?"
As the burly elder looked puzzled, not grasping the meaning,
Do Cheon moved.
The air exploded like a storm first, and only as Do Cheon began moving did the five elders jolt in surprise and unleash their signature techniques. They poured all their strength into breaking free of the binding energy, but they were too slow. As top masters acknowledged by the Heaven-Rending Legion as protectors, they shook it off in moments. But in that fleeting instant, Do Cheon snatched the steel club from the burly elder's hand.
Crack!
Its original owner took a blow to the head and flew off.
Then a blade sliced through the air toward Do Cheon's side. From the grim-faced elder.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
The elder's hand throbbed like it might tear as he recoiled in shock—only for the steel club to thrust straight into his chest.
Splat!
His chest caved in, and he crashed backward.
Shing!
A hand morphed into a blade shot out, stabbing at Do Cheon's back. But as if expecting it, Do Cheon spun and swung the club.
Snap!
The club pulverized the hand's back. The elder's face contorted in agony. Do Cheon whirled half a turn more, leveling the club at the righteous-looking elder.
"We're not here to fight!"
The elder raised both hands and shouted.
"I'm here to chase you off."
"You okay with the Heavenly Demon Great Hall business going public?"
"No."
The elder relaxed at Do Cheon's reply. But he also smirked inwardly. He'd thought it was reckless aggression, but clearly it was just a show of force to seize negotiation leverage.
"Tell us what you want."
"One month. If rumors of the Heavenly Demon Great Hall blow up within that, I'll come straight for you all."
"No need to worry. Not a month—even forever, our lips are sealed."
"...!"
Do Cheon shut his mouth, dumbfounded by the elder's casual assurance. He shook his head.
"Too self-centered? Can't understand plain speech."
"...?"
"Elder. If trash who flies off spilling blood at a flick of your wrist grabs your weakness and threatens you—what do you do?"
"...!"
"Rip out their tongue and smash their jaw?"
"What are you...!"
"Same here. Trash elders show up threatening me—what else can I do? Rip tongues, smash jaws."
"Why go this far? Hand over those two, and we both get what we want..."
"What about my pride?"
"...!"
"My mood?"
"...!"
"Get out before I smash every last jaw. Tear apart or boil the Tyrant Emperor Sect for all I care. But shut your mouths like I said. If Heavenly Demon Great Hall talk spreads within a month, I'll head there right away. Then... you all die."
As his words ended, a savage aura surged from Do Cheon. It was the Heavenly Demon Supremacy Art, the technique that once made demonic underlings prostrate at the Generation's Heavenly Demon's feet—more than enough to terrify the five elders.
"Heard me or not, get lost."
Do Cheon tossed the steel club aside. The elders hoisted their unconscious comrades and fled.
Do Cheon went back to Nam Myeong and White Rakshasa. They were still fuming.
"Revenge or retaking the Tyrant Emperor Sect—that's on you two. I just chased them off."
At Do Cheon's words, they tried to calm their excitement.
"Junior Sister."
"Yes."
White Rakshasa answered Nam Myeong's call and looked up.
"One who seeks revenge keeps the blade not in hand, but in the heart. Let's sharpen it there until we head to the Tyrant Emperor Sect."
"Yes."
With that, the two reined in their fury. Watching, Byeon Ryeo-gun turned to Do Cheon.
"They demanded you hand over those two, right?"
"Yeah, threatened to spread word of the Heavenly Demon Great Hall."
"And?"
"Told them if such rumors spread within a month, I'd rush over and kill them all."
"A month?"
"Everyone who matters will know by then, right?"
"Ten days or half a month tops. Even the Heavenly Demon Cult's bound to have righteous and unorthodox spies infiltrating for ages."
"Gold Emperor House too?"
"Probably."
"Fine, let 'em all know. If shit hits the fan, it'll just give them headaches. They mob up, their skulls crack."
Byeon Ryeo-gun burst out laughing at Do Cheon's whatever-it-takes, no-big-deal attitude.
"Why laugh?"
"It's funny."
"What's so funny?"
"Think about it. The Heavenly Demon's existence alone has righteous and unorthodox factions on high alert, full of fear."
"True."
"Yet these guys come to threaten the senior brother who wields the Generation's Heavenly Demon's ultimate arts and repelled the Heavenly Demon himself."
"Huh, yeah. Those old fogeys! Do I look that easy?"
"Not just them."
"...?"
"Expect more. Though not as much fear as for the Heavenly Demon."
"Why not?"
"Senior Brother's already inside their territory."
"...!"
"You fear and guard against external threats. But an internal one? You rally everything to drive it out."
"Trouble's brewing, huh?"
"Likely. But isn't that what you want?"
"It was."
"Not anymore?"
"Don't like righteous and unorthodox teaming up."
"Why?"
"Junior sister and brothers would suffer."
"...!"
"You grow by fighting and overcoming. Too strong an opponent, you just shatter and die."
"Fair point."
Byeon Ryeo-gun gazed at him anew, understanding his concern.
'Gained such immense power, yet he doesn't crave it for himself at all... What an incredible man!'
Do Cheon felt awkward under the radiant beauty's stare and bellowed at Nam Myeong as he headed out.
"Know you'll need to head to Henan Province in a few days."