Chapter 247
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 247
Chapter Title: Chapter 247
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 247
Chapter Title: The Heavenly Demon of This Era: Three Star Family Man (1)
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A potentially perilous situation.
Since I couldn't tell how things were unfolding if I flew matching strides with Luri.
Ching!
Naturally carrying Luri on my back like a backpack.
"I'm going ahead first."
While deploying my lightness skill at maximum output, I checked my smartphone, which I'd left on silent.
[NetkamaVermiSixColorFiend: Fuck, jiangshi showed up at Wudang Mountain]
[NetkamaVermiSixColorFiend: Kill]
The messages had arrived about five minutes ago.
I felt a little bad about it.
But I wasn't carrying my smartphone around just to respond instantly to Netkama Vermi Six-Color Fiend's messages, so I set aside the guilt.
"Uwaaaah──"
Instead, with Luri dangling limply on my back letting out a bizarre wail, I dashed forward at max output lightness skill, slicing through the wind and skimming the ground.
Soon after, passing Dangan-gu where they had come from.
The scenic views of Wudang, busily preparing to transition from autumn into winter, loomed right before us.
And at the same time.
"Why is it real?"
"It stinks."
The closer we got to Mount Wudang, the more the unique evil qi and death qi emanating from the jiangshi began to cling stickily to our bodies.
It was a type of demonic art, but it carried a different kind of displeasure from demonic qi, wrapping around my entire body.
To dare use such wicked sorcery against this Heavenly Demon.
I first enveloped Luri delicately with my qi barrier to shield her from the effects, then unleashed a massive shockwave.
Baaang──!
With a tremendous whoosh of displaced air, the trees vibrated, shedding their leaves in one go and greeting premature total baldness.
Fallen leaves were destined to drop someday anyway.
And without needing minoxidil, new leaves would grow back.
"Over there."
In that instant, the qi distorting my senses due to the Northern Bright True Qi I released was scattered in one blow.
Mount Wudang unfolded in my mind like a minimap.
"Whew."
Just my luck—market day on a travel day.
It seemed Granny Hong had seized the moment when Wudang Sect's sect leader was away from the main headquarters to stir up chaos.
There were hardly any presences of the strong to be felt.
I didn't know when they'd prepared it, but the entire Mount Wudang was blanketed in some kind of barrier.
"Feels gross."
Luri shuddered.
I could guess the reason.
A long time ago, when Luri and I went to take midterms together.
She had been trapped and struggling in this bizarre barrier, so it was probably triggering something like PTSD.
"Follow close."
"Yeah."
I had no idea what that fiend had eaten to go all the way there.
Fortunately, Yeon Hongun was inside Wudang Sect's main headquarters.
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As I advanced, repeatedly twitching my fingers to pop the heads of the swarming jiangshi.
The closer I got to Wudang's center, the more a stifling pressure built in my chest, accompanied by a subtle misalignment in my qi flow.
Feeling a bit oppressed, every time I stepped forward with true steps.
Kuuung──!
Heavenly Demon qi rampaged outward, incinerating the sticky evil qi—it wasn't a demonic art issue.
"Hmm."
The problem was definitely with the Northern Bright Divine Art.
It was an exquisite technique that drew in nature's qi and refined it into pure qi, and the mechanism itself seemed to function fine.
But when I tried to draw out and wield the Northern Bright Divine Art, there was this odd sensation of the qi being suppressed.
The formation's true nature seemed designed to suppress Taoist arts and even absorb and refine them.
Gazing fondly at Luri's nonstop hip-swaying as she gleefully fired Heavenly Demon Death Beams, I reached a conclusion.
"Phantom Demon, that bastard must be screwing around again."
"Phantom Demon? Didn't he die?"
"Guess I let him off too lightly. Or maybe Hong Sundok revived him. Let's hurry."
"Yeah."
Counter pure qi with demonic qi.
Counter demonic qi with pure qi.
That was the ultimate Heavenly Demon—this body right here.
"Whew, no end in sight..."
Having suddenly encountered this misfortune, Yeon Hongun was drenched in sweat.
A faint question lingered in his mind: why was he, a former fiend, stuck doing this?
Still, Yeon Hongun wasn't the heartless type to ignore the fallen Taoist disciples vomiting blood and only worry about himself and his wives' safety.
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The incident had happened abruptly.
"Hubby! Let's go see the Sword Washing Pool!"
"Yeah, I'm curious too! Do we really have to leave all our weapons if we go? What if someone steals them?"
"Dummy, the Wudang Taoists will guard them."
"Ilrang-unni! Chilhong called me a dummy!"
"Chilhong, Yuryun may be young, but she's still your unni."
Unable to resist his wives' pleas, Yeon Hongun had hiked up, firmly instructing them to only go as far as the Sword Washing Pool, plagued by inexplicable guilt.
And finally arriving at the Sword Washing Pool.
"Primordial Heavenly Venerable, how have you come here? And... you have quite a large entourage..."
"We passed by and heard of Wudang's fame, so we came to see the Sword Washing Pool. Truly, well-deserving of its reputation."
Yeon Hongun sincerely expressed his admiration to the other man.
He looked no older than late twenties to early thirties, yet his attainment rivaled his own.
His position wouldn't be low, but for such an expert to volunteer as a patrol guard.
The foundation of a righteous famed sect was indeed formidable.
Of course, Ilun, Wudang's first-generation disciple, had also swallowed his own shock.
The world of the strong was vast indeed—where had this young expert popped up from?
For a fleeting moment, Ilun wondered if this might be the Three Star Family Man who had once forced him to his knees.
But he soon set the thought aside with a hearty laugh.
Perhaps they should at least exchange names—right then.
"Urk──"
A sudden unpleasant sensation, like his heart and dantian being gripped tightly.
Ilun instinctively surged his fighting spirit to resist.
Startled by the abrupt change, Yeon Hongun hurriedly retreated.
But Ilun wasn't the only one in pain.
"Aaaagh!"
"Wh-what? Yuryun, what's wrong?"
"Yuryun, you okay? Snap out of it—oh no, she's suddenly stopped breathing...!"
"Darling!"
His sixth wife, Haryun, who practiced Taoist arts, was also writhing in agony, leaving Yeon Hongun flustered without grasping the situation.
Right then.
"──!"
"Eating, all──"
"──, ──"
"Kids, chew."
No telling how long they'd been lurking.
But as the ground heaved and jiangshi began emerging from between trees and beneath them, Yeon Hongun instantly knew they were screwed.
Still, he quickly assessed and acted.
"Samyong!"
"Yes, darling...!"
"You're the best at lightness skill—hurry down the mountain, chase down Geum Hyun Sect Leader, and bring him here. That guy's probably not far, messing around with his tiny wife."
Fiends recognize fiends.
Yeon Hongun's shout, piercing the core of fiendish thinking, rang out like a declaration.
Samyong—his third wife, Soyoung—faithfully carried out her husband's order.
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And now.
With most of their main forces away at the Murim Alliance event in case of conflict with the unorthodox factions.
The remaining Wudang Taoists were few, mostly second- and third-generation disciples just starting their training.
Naturally, everyone was in bad shape.
"Haaap!"
"Hold on, hold...!"
A few elders who still had some resistance to the sudden calamity desperately expanded their qi barriers to fend off the corrupting energy.
Under those barriers, second- and third-generation disciples huddled in lotus position, desperately enduring their ragged breaths and twisting qi.
Only Yeon Hongun, with some leeway in movement, had become Wudang's savior by chance, battling nonstop against the jiangshi clambering over walls.
His wives soothed the young disciples, while those versed in martial arts helped smooth their qi circulation even a little.
But the situation was clearly deteriorating.
Human bodies had limits to the qi they could squeeze out, so the qi barrier that once covered all of Wudang had shrunk to just the training grounds.
Jiangshi kept emerging endlessly—who knew where so many came from.
Some were even Heavenly Spirit Jiangshi, famed among jiangshi for their fearsome power and vitality.
And then.
To make matters worse.
Not far off, a tremendously powerful, massive, and sinister demonic qi began surging.
"Wudang's future..."
"Primordial Heavenly Venerable, Primordial Heavenly Venerable...!"
Despair flickered across the Wudang Taoists' faces.
This skin-crawling demonic qi was surely from some monster.
They could die honorably on the battlefield.
But how could they drag even second- and third-generation disciples who hadn't properly learned martial arts into the jaws of death?
Though their martial siblings and seniors had gone to the Murim Alliance, averting total annihilation, losing all future pillars here—what humiliation!
They had just fully restored the Pure Yang Heart Technique.
The true essence of the Taiji Benevolent Sword shone from the sect leader's hand.
Reclaiming the name of the world's greatest sword sect was only a matter of time...!
"To lose our lineage so futilely..."
The despairing murmur shattered the silence.
As if even the jiangshi they commanded were a nuisance, with a finger snap, they burst them into formless oblivion—displaying ruthless cruelty.
Finally, the massive demon revealed itself within Wudang's grounds.
Not just one, even.
Anyone could see: the supreme wicked great demon head of the world.
A tall, handsome young man...?
Anyone could see: the supreme wicked great demoness of the world.
An utterly adorable little girl...?
There was that saying about not judging by appearances, but the aura from their looks and the surging demonic qi sent entirely conflicting messages.
Piercing the sudden heavy silence.
"You bastard, why'd you take so long...!"
Yeon Hongun's shout, face twisted in near-death agony yet unable to hide his delight.
"Wh-what? Great Hero Geum Sihyeon?"
From before.
Ilun, Wudang's young sword expert who remembered the face of the Three Star Family Man who taught him defeat's bitterness in the Mind-Image Sword Debate.
And the face of Geum Sihyeon, who provided the key clue to restoring the Pure Yang Heart Technique.
Who had visited Hundred Flowers Academy with Wudang's sect leader Taeheo Zhenren to watch a spar.
His shout erupted alongside.
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