Chapter 138
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 138
Chapter Title: Mad Demon and Lustful Demon (3)
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Martial artists all carried a sense of pride in being warriors tucked away in one corner of their hearts as they went through life.
When that pride sublimated into something cool, it manifested as heroic righteousness—like Jang Ikdeok standing with one leg planted firmly, shouting, "You shall not pass!"
But if it twisted a bit ugleously, it came out as old-man lines like, "Are you really going to refuse a drink of fine liquor and choose punishment instead?"—straight roads to defeat.
The closer one's inclinations leaned toward the righteous sects, the more they clung to that romanticism.
They'd shout from their mouths, "How dare you attack with a cowardly group assault unworthy of true warriors!"
Yet when the Nahans of Shaolin prepared their One Hundred Eight Nahans Formation, they'd clap and cheer, "As expected of the world's supreme Shaolin!" That duplicitous nature was the true face of the current righteous factions.
And here...
"You cowardly bastards! And you call yourselves Profound Realm warriors? Fight fair and square, one-on-one!"
"Why should I?"
"You fled after losing at Yaksha Throw, and now you have the nerve to say that?"
A warrior from the Blood Cult was demanding a fair fight.
And the unorthodox and demonic cult warriors were snorting derisively as they ganged up on him.
A ridiculous spectacle was unfolding.
Boom, boooom, bang!
A little off the main road...
Three warriors born with thick Han blood in their veins were casually shattering the earth, as if mocking Genghis Khan—the eco-friendly conqueror who brought peace to the world.
Axe clashing against forearm.
Sword against fist.
Every collision split boulders and scattered fragments, upturning the soil and claiming the lives of winter-hibernating amphibians in a tragic scene!
But...
The balance of power was holding in a rather exquisite equilibrium.
"Urgh...!"
"Kahaha! That's some green apple axe play from a novice!"
Seo Dohee had only recently crossed the wall into the Profound Realm, so she was clearly at a disadvantage in a group fight.
But...
"Tch."
Thanks to Wijiryang's sword strike that targeted the Mad Demon's wrist, Seo Dohee barely dodged the follow-up attack.
"Tch. Is that all the chicken fly's got?"
"Shut your mouth, mold fly...!"
Even in this fierce deathmatch where a single hesitation could mean instant, futile death...
One of Geum Sihyeon's occasional offhand, utterly vile nicknames pierced straight into Seo Dohee's chest.
But strangely, it eased her tension a bit.
She vowed that when she got back, she'd make sure to smack that wicked disciple's ass hard with her palm.
With that resolve, Seo Dohee wrapped her axe in qi once more.
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Amid all this...
Dongtanwoong kept chaining his attacks relentlessly while subtly eyeing an escape route.
Unlike his taunts...
The Bandit King wasn't buckling under raw power clashes, and the sly old Wijiryang—who'd grown more cunning with age—was slithering in like a snake, constantly probing for openings.
"Haha, Mad Demon. Having fun? Isn't it enjoyable?"
"It's fun and all—but you crazy old geezer. Have you only gotten better at dirty tricks?"
"If you raise a good disciple, you'll naturally pick up some nastiness too."
It was a seriously tricky situation.
Unleashing his unique mind-image—
Bare-Hand Empty Fist—felt burdensome.
Even if he disarmed them both, what if Wijiryang bound him with his own unique mind-image, Martial Arts Return to Basics?
Sure, he might somehow take down bare-handed Wijiryang, but could he handle the Bandit King—who was unaffected by Martial Arts Return to Basics—exploiting his opening?
And the Bandit King hadn't even revealed his unique mind-image yet.
Well...
It felt damn good to throw punches like this after so long.
But fights were meant to be won to face new strong foes.
Conveniently, somehow...
The Lustful Demon had broken his acupoint seal and was fleeing with his Poison Demon buddy—that much Dongtanwoong could see.
Kwaaaang—!
"Tch."
He deliberately threw a full-power punch to block the Bandit King's axe, seizing the moment her stance faltered.
"Hahaha! Thousand Catapult!"
With a ridiculous shout, he stomped the ground with full force once more.
Kugugugu...!
In an instant, a massive qi wave erupted as if the earth itself was flipping.
Dongtanwoong used the reaction force to launch himself into the air, then stepped through the void a few times, deploying full-speed lightness skill.
"That bastard's bouncing again!"
"No you don't!"
Seo Dohee belatedly guessed his intent and hurled her axe in a hurry.
But...
"Propulsion!"
Dongtanwoong thrust both palms forward mid-air, clashing head-on with the axe.
The massive shockwave widened the gap with the Bandit King and Sword Demon once more.
"Next time! Let's fight one-on-one! Bandit King!"
Dongtanwoong's form shot off like a bullet in the opposite direction.
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Unlike Seo Dohee, who stared blankly at the sky with a look like a chicken that'd lost its dog chase...
"Hm, actually for the best."
Utterly calm despite the recent fight, Wijiryang sheathed his sword.
"...What do you mean by that?"
Surely he hadn't gone easy? Seo Dohee glared venomously at Wijiryang with a hardened expression.
"If the fight dragged on, chicken—no, your life might've been in danger. All his killing moves were aimed at you. What, some past grudge?"
"Hm..."
He had a point.
Seo Dohee had felt the bone-deep difference between early Profound Realm and seasoned Profound Realm.
Seeing her reaction, Wijiryang patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"It was valuable experience for you. Still, that guy's goal wasn't fully achieved. Dang Wuryang's fine, and the Lustful Demon—"
Only then did Wijiryang look at the carriage abandoned on the road, his expression gradually hardening.
Seo Dohee, following his gaze, was the same.
The people who should have been there... weren't.
Dang Wuryang pondered how to untangle this filthy mess.
The silver lining amid misfortune:
The Lustful Demon had bothered to rescue and carry him off—and judging by the Mad Demon's reaction...
His departure from under the Blood Lord hadn't been exposed.
There lay the key to resolution.
"Hey, Hongwoon."
"Huff, huff, huff."
"Yeon Hongwoon!"
Slap!
"Huff!"
The Lustful Demon—dangling his grotesque member while fleeing desperately—had half his reason fled with his home life, but one spicy smack on the back from the Poison Demon restored it.
"...We've put enough distance. Pushing lightness skill further with that frail body will just exhaust you into collapse. Better to hide now. And, uh, put some pants on..."
"Huff, y-yes, huff, sir, huff."
Shaking off the horrifying thought of how a man's panting could sound so gruesome...
Dang Wuryang handed his cloak to Yeon Hongwoon without hesitation.
Please cover up.
After perching on a rock and resting for about fifteen minutes...
"Hoo... Truly, the righteous scum are wicked fiends. How can they commit such vile, shameless acts even worse than the Blood Cult...! Geum Sihyeon, that twisted bastard...!"
"...Geum Sihyeon? Twisted bastard?"
"What, you know him too, sir? Well, here's what happened—"
After that...
Dang Wuryang listened intently to Yeon Hongwoon's hour-long 'Jade Transformation Preservation Martial World Cultural Revolution' plan.
"Haaa..."
He couldn't hold back a sigh, shaking his head.
Anything else aside...
Turning Geum Sihyeon—already half earmarked as a son-in-law candidate—into a woman by cutting off his junk?
Narangi would faint in shock if she heard!
"Heh heh... I've felt it before, but I'm definitely a genius. If I'd been born righteous, I'd already be Alliance Leader by now... Oh, but sir, why do you have a smartphone? Mine got confiscated."
"...Unlike you, I'm a model prisoner. I see a village in the distance. Wait here a bit. I'll call someone."
"Ooh...!"
He'd once shared the same lair with this young man.
And though he chased skirts, he seemed solid otherwise.
At first, Dang Wuryang planned to naturally part ways with Yeon Hongwoon and head to Xi'an alone.
But...
The Lustful Demon's horrific idea of turning a man into a woman to deflower him had unwittingly awakened the Tang Family's bloodline limit in him.
"Heh heh."
"Oh! Good news? Mad Demon brother? Or Blood Lord?"
"...Mad Demon's unlikely, but support might come soon."
"Ooh! As expected of Poison Demon! I've admired you since those backwater Ten Thousand Great Mountains days! The one conscience! Unwavering conviction! Blade of vengeance!"
Yeon Hongwoon's innocent expression and gaze pierced the shame Dang Wuryang thought long gone.
Unable to reply...
Dang Wuryang burned his last shred of conscience.
"Sssip, haaa..."
"Ugh, m-miss, if you do that again..."
"It's really fine now! Sheesh, last time I wasn't feeling well, so, mm, I overreacted a bit? Hehe."
Geum Siyu was teasing Dang Narin for fun again today.
Of course, last time she hadn't expected the body scent to be that intense, so she'd passed out.
But now it was different!
And cute!
Like a shy pup that yelps when poked but secretly loves the contact and looks blissful...
That was Narin-unnie.
Now that she'd properly taken the antidote, Siyu wanted to teach her bit by bit how to let people close.
In fact...
At first she'd been stiff as a board, but now she was melting with a dopey smile.
Just like the friends from the Divine Maiden Sect with their tragic backstories.
That made Siyu want to snuggle even closer.
Of course...
"Geum Siyu. Cut the crap and get lost."
"Hmph, Narin-unnie likes me, right? More than you?"
"Th-that's not..."
"Hm? What'd you say, Narin-unnie?"
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Annoyed for no reason, Geum Siyu hugged Dang Narin even tighter.
"Huh...?"
"...?"
They watched Geum Sihyeon's face harden heavier than she'd ever seen.
Slowly...
The arms around Dang Narin loosened.
A heavy silence hung for a moment.
🔔 Ding—
"Ah."
Geum Sihyeon made a weird noise and glared at his smartphone.
And then...
Tap tap tap tap tap!
Click click click click!
"Whoa... so, so fast..."
Like Dang Narin's absentminded admiration, Geum Siyu's eyes were glued, mesmerized by Sihyeon's fingers blurring with speed.
"Sorry, but class ends here today. Urgent business."
Not even finishing his sentence, he haphazardly grabbed his robe—half-on, half-off—and bolted from the room.
"Hey? Hey! Where're you going!"
Geum Siyu chased after in a hurry, but...
By the time she stepped out, Geum Sihyeon was already unleashing full lightness skill.
What's more...
He'd skipped his habit she'd always seen—
properly donning his favorite robe, no matter the situation.