Chapter 266: Bloodline of the Ice Demon-1
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 266: Bloodline of the Ice Demon-1
During the Great War of Righteousness and Demons, numerous special units of the Demonic Cult emerged in the Central Plains.
The Black Armored Cavalry, the Cult’s finest unit led by the Iron Demon, made the martial artists of the Central Plains feel the terror of a cavalry unit to their very marrow with their signature mobility and resilience.
The Evil Ghost Squad, the Cult’s most atrocious unit led by the Poison Demon, demonstrated their madness through their unique cruelty and malice, massacring not only martial artists but also commoners without a lick of internal energy.
In the case of the Dark Ghost Unit led by the Fist Demon, they carved terror into the battlefield, sweeping through the front lines with external arts as hard as granite and fists like boulders.
The Blood Bow Unit, the Cult’s first archer unit, made the Central Plains martial artists—who had previously looked down on the bow as a tool for mere scholars—realize the true horror of the arrow.
In addition, many other special units appeared in the Central Plains, such as the Black Shadow Unit and the Blood Butterfly Unit, which served as intelligence agencies, and the Heaven-Defying Unit, a brigade of jiangshi.
Armed with formidable martial arts and cruel temperaments, these special units of the Demonic Cult thoroughly trampled the Central Plains, inflicting nightmare-like terror upon its people.
So, which of these units was the strongest?
Opinions would surely differ.
Each unit fought across different regions of the Central Plains, and no one had survived encounters with all of them to make a comparison.
Each survivor would claim that the unit they faced was the strongest.
After all, memories tend to be glorified, and military achievements are often exaggerated.
Then, which was the most infamous, the absolute worst unit to be remembered?
If you were to ask the renowned masters who survived the Great War of Righteousness and Demons, they would answer in unison: the Demon Troops.
Along with the Evil Ghost Squad, the Demon Troops were a unit of the Demonic Cult whose name was widely known less for their martial arts and more for a level of cruelty and madness that made it impossible to call them human.
Their behavior was so atrocious that anecdotes of their deeds are still told today, enough to make the young disciples of the Central Plains lose sleep at night.
During the Great War, the Demon Troops focused not on the war against the Murim, but on looting, rape, and recreational murder.
Unlike the members of other special units, they did not view the war as a noble holy war; rather, they saw it as a golden opportunity to vent the lusts they had suppressed while stuck in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
From the beginning, their targets were not martial artists.
They targeted only commoners to begin their cruel games.
They ripped open the bellies of pregnant women to pull out the fetuses and force-fed them to the husbands; they threatened middle-aged sons into raping their elderly mothers; they decapitated children under the age of three and wore their heads on strings like necklaces.
They were not martial artists; they were demons.
While other special units committed murder out of blind religious conviction—claiming to send their victims to the afterlife—the Demon Troops engaged in cannibalism, rape, and murder solely for pleasure.
And the men standing at the pinnacle of these demons were the Evil Demon Ju Do-san and the Evil Sword Seo Pil.
These two commanded and dominated the Demon Troops with a cruelty and madness that surpassed even their subordinates.
Their ruthlessness—killing their own men without hesitation if they were deemed worthless—made even the demons cringe, and their madness—torturing victims even as they killed them—forced the demons into submission.
In the case of the Evil Sword Seo Pil, his cruelty and meanness actually surpassed that of the unit leader, Ju Do-san. He possessed a personality that could only be satisfied by repaying a grudge several times over, by any means necessary.
Because of this, the demons of the Demon Troops feared Seo Pil more than the Evil Demon.
Unlike the Evil Demon, who would kill in a fit of rage with a single blow, Seo Pil was vile enough to kill someone by slowly gnawing away at them, starting from their extremities.
Step. Step.
"Dammit."
Seo Pil, the Evil Sword, spat out a curse as he walked briskly.
A nun with a cleanly shaven head.
A disciple of the Buddha who had dedicated her life to the dharma and the salvation of sentient beings.
A disciple of the Emei Sect, one of the Nine Great Sects.
A sealed pussy that had never been opened.
He had intended to pierce her with his Evil Sword and show her a taste of paradise.
But his plan had been unexpectedly interrupted.
And by an intruder who appeared out of nowhere, no less.
How could he not be furious?
Sssssss—
A thick, dark murderous aura began to radiate from his body.
He was angry.
Incredibly so.
This rage would not be quelled until he tore the intruder limb from limb.
Seo Pil quickened his pace.
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How much time had passed?
Before long, Seo Pil arrived at the Great Hall of the North Sea Ice Palace, and a sudden chill washed over him.
"Huh?"
It was cold.
Cold enough to make his spine tingle.
Seo Pil felt a sense of bewilderment.
He knew well that the North Sea was cold.
Of course it was cold. Extremely so.
But the temperature he felt now was a chill incomparable to the usual cold.
A chill that made his marrow shiver?
He had never felt anything like it.
Though he hadn't reached the stage of Immunity to Heat and Cold, he was a master of the Super-Peak Realm who could easily shrug off most freezing temperatures.
So how could he be feeling this level of cold?
"It's been a long time."
Then, a voice as cold as ice drifted from behind him.
Gulp.
Hearing that voice, Seo Pil reflexively swallowed hard.
Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
The voice that reached his ears carried an aura so overwhelming that even he, a master of the Super-Peak Realm, felt a sense of intimidation.
He slowly turned his head.
There, he saw a peerless beauty with hair as white as snow, glaring at him with piercing blue eyes.
Seo Pil’s eyes glazed over, and he momentarily became dazed.
It might seem ridiculous given the situation, but he was smitten.
The woman before him exuded a mysterious atmosphere.
Snow-white hair, white eyebrows, deep blue eyes, and a perfectly balanced, flawless appearance—all of it culminated in a peak of mystical beauty.
He couldn't help but salivate.
"No answer?"
"You... you bitch, who are you!"
Hearing her speak, Seo Pil shook his head.
He quickly regained his composure and shouted at her.
"Don't you remember?"
She continued, staring at Seo Pil.
"How the hell should I know you!"
Seo Pil shouted back, irritated.
If he had known a woman this stunning, he would have fucked her long ago.
No, he wouldn't have stopped at just one fuck; he would have built a hideout in some secluded place, locked her up, and fucked her for the rest of his life.
"That's disappointing. I haven't forgotten you for a single moment."
"........."
Hearing her words, Seo Pil thought hard.
He wondered if they had met somewhere without him realizing it.
But no matter how much he searched his memory, he had no recollection of her whatsoever.
"If you can't remember, I suppose there's nothing to be done."
She looked at Seo Pil and continued, sounding disappointed.
"I'll just have to make you remember."
As she finished speaking, she reached out her hand.
Whirrrrrrr!
Suddenly, a snow wind began to howl inside the Great Hall.
"Aaaargh!"
The snow wind swept over Seo Pil, and he let out a scream.
`What the fuck!`
Seo Pil cursed inwardly.
He was startled by the sudden blizzard.
But that wasn't the end of the surprises.
Cr-crack!
His body, exposed to the snow wind, began to freeze over.
"Shit!"
Startled, Seo Pil spat out a curse and quickly circulated his internal energy to raise his body heat.
Sssss—
Before long, his frozen body began to thaw.
`Phew.`
Seo Pil let out a sigh of relief.
Thud.
At that moment, he felt a soft touch on his right shoulder.
Startled, Seo Pil’s eyes widened like saucers as he looked ahead.
The white-haired woman had closed the distance in an instant and was resting her hand on his left shoulder.
Cr-cr-cr-crack!
The shoulder touched by her hand froze rapidly, and soon his entire arm was encased in ice.
"Wh-what?!"
Panicked, Seo Pil quickly channeled his internal energy into his left arm.
He intended to melt the ice.
Vrooooom—
But it was useless.
His arm was already frozen to a point where internal energy couldn't help.
Even the acupoints through which he would send his energy were frozen solid.
Tap.
The woman lightly tapped Seo Pil’s left arm.
Crack. Shatter!
Seo Pil’s frozen arm shattered into pieces.
"Gwaaaaaargh!"
Seo Pil screamed in agony.
He had lost his left arm in an instant.
Seo Pil lost his mind.
He didn't have the luxury to think about fucking her or anything else.
There was no deep contemplation of how his arm had frozen so quickly or shattered so easily.
He simply drew his sword to repay this pain and suffering, swinging it toward her.
"Dieeeee!"
Vrooooom!
A vicious Astral Qi formed on Seo Pil’s blade, hurtling toward the white-haired woman.
Whoosh.
But Seo Pil’s sword only cut through empty air.
The woman had suddenly vanished.
Tap.
Then, he felt a soft sensation on his right shoulder blade.
It was a familiar touch.
Seo Pil’s face instantly turned pale.
The terror of that familiar sensation brought his reason back to him.
Cr-cr-cr-crack!
Before long, his entire arm, from the shoulder blade down to the hand gripping the sword, began to freeze.
Seo Pil tried to resist by sending every drop of internal energy from his dantian to his arm.
Cr-crack!
But it was futile.
His internal energy was pathetically meager compared to that massive, absolute cold.
Tap.
Once Seo Pil’s right arm was completely frozen, the white-haired woman tapped it again.
Cr-crack! Shatter!
The ice fractured and then completely disintegrated.
Transparent ice dust scattered and drifted through the air.
"Aaaaaaaaaargh!"
Having lost both arms in an instant, Seo Pil screamed.
What kind of bolt from the blue was this?
Seo Pil shook his head violently, denying and denying it again.
This couldn't be happening.
It was impossible.
How could he, who had reached the Upper Stage of the Super-Peak Realm, lose both arms so pathetically?
This couldn't be.
He was a swordsman.
For a swordsman to lose both arms was the same as throwing everything he had built his entire life into the gutter.
He tried to put strength into his right arm.
But there was no arm left to exert strength.
Then he tried to put strength into his left arm.
But similarly, there was no arm left to exert strength.
And then he felt it.
The emotion called despair—the very thing he had inflicted upon others his entire life.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"
Soon, his despair turned into a shriek, and his cries began to echo through the Great Hall.
The white-haired woman merely watched Seo Pil with a cold gaze, showing no emotion.
She looked at him with a dry expression, as if what was happening was only natural.
"Why?!!!!!! Why?!!!!!!"
Seo Pil shrieked at the woman.
It was a cry asking why she was making him look like such a pathetic dog.
"This is amusing."
Looking at Seo Pil, the white-haired woman let out a cold smile.
Seo Pil’s appearance was so ridiculous she couldn't help but laugh.
He was a man who had given nothing but despair to others his whole life.
A man who had looted, raped, and murdered solely for pleasure.
It was hilarious to see such a man screaming as if he were the victim now that he was the one suffering.
He lacked any capacity for empathy.
He only cared about his own well-being.
"You really only know yourself, don't you?"
She asked, looking down at him.
"Of course I only know myself! Why the hell should I care about anyone else!"
Seo Pil shouted indignantly.
It was a world where it was hard enough to look after one's own skin.
In such a world, who was he supposed to take care of or care about?
"As expected, you're trash."
She evaluated him briefly.
Even after losing both arms, it seemed his irredeemable nature as trash had not vanished.
"Where is the Evil Demon?"
She spoke, looking at Seo Pil.
"Do you think I'd tell you!"
"If you don't tell me, you die."
"If I tell you, will you let me live?!"
"Well, no."
At Seo Pil’s response, the white-haired woman smiled brightly.
"You bitch!"
Hearing her words, Seo Pil spat out a curse.
He realized that if he stayed here, he would be murdered.
`Do you think I'll just die!`
Seo Pil glared and gathered his internal energy.
Boom!
He stomped his foot hard on the floor of the Great Hall.
A loud explosion rang out, and a chunk of the floor the size of a person was kicked up.
Seo Pil didn't miss the opening.
He turned his body and immediately used his movement technique to bolt outside.
Dash. Dash.
He ran and ran.
Driven solely by the singular thought of survival.
Even though he had lost both arms and the swordsmanship he had practiced his whole life was down the drain, he wanted to live.
He had no arms, but his cock was still fine.
He would learn some leg techniques and go around dicking people down.
That was his vow.
Thuck.
"Huh?"
At that moment, Seo Pil felt a strange sensation in his back and chest.
It was weird.
A sensation he had never felt in his life.
He slowly lowered his head to look down.
And there he saw it.
A sharp pillar of ice piercing through his chest.
"What... is... this..."
The moment he realized an ice pillar had skewered his chest, Seo Pil felt a sudden surge of agony.
"Cough!"
Bright red blood sprayed from his mouth with a cough, and his consciousness began to fade.
"Cough... hack..."
The coughing grew more violent, and the blood grew darker.
"Goodbye, Seo Pil."
Then, the voice of the white-haired woman came from behind him.
Seo Pil gathered his fading consciousness and turned around.
"...Cough... Who... cough... are you..."
Seo Pil asked, looking at her with bloodshot eyes.
"I am Bukgung Yeon."
The white-haired woman answered his question.
And hearing her name, Seo Pil’s eyes widened to their limit.
He had never imagined that the bloodline of the Ice Demon would still be alive.
And that she would become a master of the Transcendent Realm, someone even he, a Super-Peak master, couldn't hope to match.
Seo Pil regretted.
If he had known it would turn out like this, he would have hunted her down and killed her twenty years ago by any means necessary.
With eyes full of regret, Seo Pil closed them forever.
The Demon Troops, said to be the most cruel and malicious in the history of not only the Demonic Cult but the entire Central Plains.
And the Evil Sword Seo Pil, one of the two pillars who led those demons, met his end due to a grudge from the past.