Chapter 40
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: The Way to Make People and Jiangshi Good (3)
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"Kahaha, kahahahaha, hufuhahaha!"
Captured by an overwhelming sense of omnipotence, as if he could accomplish anything, Sado Kyung burst into mad laughter.
A completely new world unfolded before his eyes.
The supreme sight he had never glimpsed, despite all his desperate efforts.
The Blood Pill exploding in his stomach, seamlessly replacing his blood throughout his body—the sensation, the burning of his organs, even that pain felt sweet.
A pill made by grinding down hundreds of people?
So what?
The tower of corpses he had piled up himself would fill this space and overflow.
The weak naturally submit to the strong and are weeded out.
He could vividly feel the flow of nature, his vision splitting time into ever-finer fragments, as if he could read any attack with his eyes. The wounds he had just suffered were now perfectly healed, as if nothing had happened—
Pshooo!
In that fleeting instant, his body went slack, and blood spurted from his thigh and side, where he had forcibly staunched the bleeding with internal energy.
It hurts, it hurts, why, why do I have to feel pain from these damn brats? I am great, my body is meant to dye this land in blood, why?
As Sado Kyung's eyes, laced with murderous intent, rolled back.
Kwaaaang—!
"Kyaaak...!"
He sent the twin-sword wielder charging at him like a mayfly flying into the fire with a single stroke.
With a massive shockwave, Moyong Seol's form soared through the air and slammed violently into the wooden fence.
"Kuhk...!"
Moyong Seol spat out black blood and rolled across the ground.
"Heh heh heh. Dead? Nah, not yet! Not yet! Don't die just yet!"
Gazing at the pristine white skin peeking through her torn clothes, a sudden urge surged up—to lick, bite, tear her apart.
Yes, that bitch.
Daring to block this Lord's path, wounding this Lord's body, a mere woman acting so arrogant, even smaller than that sharp-tongued wench Seo Dohee.
Seo Dohee.
Yes, that dog of a bitch.
The ungrateful one who crawled up without knowing grace.
Where is she now?
The wildflower no one in the Green Forest could touch—now, with his current self, he could take her and dye her in blood—
Chaeng—!
"You damn brat!!!"
Sado Kyung erupted in frenzy, blooming his blade aura to fill the space.
That damn brat trying to wound the noble body of this great Lord once more, that grotesque wound that hadn't healed even with the Blood Cult's blessing enveloping his whole body.
It hurts, it hurt, it hurt so damn much.
Really fucking hurts, you arrogant brat, how dare you.
"I'll kill you!!!"
Sado Kyung's eyes turned completely blood-red.
Ignoring the blood flowing from his thigh.
In an instant, Sado Kyung charged at Geum Sihyeon and swung his blade.
Prioritizing destructive power over precision.
Infusing madness over skill.
Enough to shatter space itself.
Swinging, swinging again, and again.
"Tough bastard! Tough, tough, tough bastard—!"
Why?
Why is he holding out?
Why doesn't he kneel before this Lord and beg for his life?
At best, just Peak realm.
A worm like him.
Come to think of it, there was another worm—no, not a worm, or maybe it is, whatever, there was one more.
In Sado Kyung's eyes appeared one Spirit Pill and one Spirit Medicine.
Rip out the skin, extract the heart—that's the Spirit Pill.
Devour from head to toe without leaving a scrap—that's the Spirit Medicine.
Should he eat it?
Looks delicious.
Wants to eat.
No, no.
Can't eat it.
Not something this Lord should touch—it's a person.
"Must capture, capture it, bring it back, offer it—"
The moment he recognized the goal deeply etched in his mind.
Sado Kyung's rampaging thoughts calmed abruptly.
My mission is to capture the Spirit Medicine—no, the young lord of the Demonic Cult alive and offer it to the Church.
What value is there in my life if I fail that mission?
Before that.
First, deal with this annoying brat buzzing like a fly.
His blade strikes, now laced with even fiercer ferocity, began pressuring Geum Sihyeon's body relentlessly.
Grinding his teeth, vowing to cleave him in half at the first opening and kill him.
However.
Even as he vomited blood with every clash of their blades.
The brat dodged lethal strikes cleverly and kept charging without pause.
Moreover, every time their weapons collided in that eerie way.
The unpleasant sensation of his overwhelming omnipotence chipping away little by little.
If only his severed arm were intact, he would have smashed the brat's head in three moves.
"Just die already!"
He unleashed a vivid blood-red blade aura, drawing a crescent moon.
But.
By some technique.
With a curved sword that seemed it would snap from a graze, he deflected the blade aura just enough to evade.
A technique where the blade aura seemed to ride the sword's flow and disperse on its own.
Sado Kyung was impressed.
He had watched Seo Dohee's growth firsthand—praised for her exceptional talent, eventually surpassing him to reach the Illumination Realm first.
But the brat before him was on another level.
Even in battle, quickly grasping, analyzing his swordsmanship, and cleverly exploiting the weakness of his missing arm.
In the righteous sects, he would surpass promising prodigies to contend for Supreme Under Heaven.
"Kuhuh, kuhuhahaha!"
That's why it was good.
The chance to trample a flower not yet bloomed, crush it, pour oil and set it ablaze.
How thrilling.
Surely more enjoyable than any evil deed so far.
Just imagining raping women wailing before mutilated corpses made his lower body ache, and mania surged again.
"Kuhuh, kuhuh, good, struggle more, even harder!"
Sado Kyung laughed maniacally, pressing his assault.
Subtly, intentionally exposing tiny gaps.
So minute that without innate combat sense, one couldn't detect them.
As expected.
The brat didn't miss, thrusting his sword like lightning.
Sado Kyung released his blade at that moment and seized the approaching fool's hand.
"Kekeke, got you! You brat!"
Sado Kyung grinned triumphantly.
An arm that would snap with slight pressure.
Internal energy so shallow compared to his it was laughable.
And even that must have been largely depleted from desperately wielding sword energy.
Just infuse his energy, and the body would go boom, boom, boom—!
"Explode—!!!"
There really was a crazy bastard.
Suddenly charging recklessly, ignoring defense, then snapping back to rationality like a switch flipped, coldly pressuring.
The silver lining.
Compared to Master, calling it Illumination Realm was an insult—rootless, even clumsier than before the drugs.
He didn't seem aware.
But if mania surged again, maybe—but facing calm eyes like now, no counter.
Thanks to the thigh wound, he'd held out so far.
"Kuhuhu, brat. Kneel in prostration now, and I'll grant a less painful death."
"Can't even act your age, calling yourself Lord—full of shit. Not embarrassed?"
"Y-You arrogant little shit—!"
Good.
Hit the turbo button again.
He calmly read the frenzied charge of Sado Kyung.
Ferocity intact, but precision and speed gone.
Probably bad drugs.
Drug addicts are all the same.
Still too much for him.
Focused on evasion, slowly observing.
Blood pools scattered messily before they arrived.
Seemingly chaotic.
But clear rules within.
Similar to formation traits from class.
Unless overwhelming force to smash outright, breaking from outside would take long.
Moreover, Master wasn't late—she couldn't come.
No reinforcements.
Can we win?
Moyong Seol: Recovering internal injuries.
Cheon Luri: Probably sealed by formation.
Moyong Taek: Can't even grip sword.
Wolf pup: Useless without parent summon.
Me.
Internal energy oddly surging, bloated, but arm reaching limit.
Sometimes, maintaining cool reason and judging with sharp mind becomes poison.
Like now.
When victory seems impossible.
But if I don't hold on.
He might harm the defenseless others.
Better die than watch that.
"Kuhuhu!"
Slightly sane again, swinging with sparkling blade aura instead of plain energy.
"Where you looking? That's my afterimage."
"You bastard—!"
Lucky part.
Anger threshold so low, slightest touch explodes.
Constant calm response, and I'd be in hell already.
So.
Trust the ever-stronger Northern Bright Divine Art.
Just a bit more.
Until those vivid blood-red veins—the Blood Cult spell—make him lose himself completely.
His bloodshot eyes flashing, Sado Kyung fiercely infused internal energy into his grip.
The gap too vast for energy clash.
Intending to burst him amid agony of rampaging qi and twisting limbs.
But.
A faint smile curled on the brat's lips.
"Go ahead, try."
"You—!"
Kuwoong—!
The ground quaked roundly from surging true energy.
Murderous internal energy poured like a waterfall into Geum Sihyeon's body, raging.
Sado Kyung sensed wrong right after.
Despite vast energy to obliterate a Peak brat formlessly.
No change in the brat's body he held.
Impossible.
His total energy should be pathetically low—how so composed?
The waterfall pours fiercer.
Thundering roar as it seeps in.
But.
No matter how rough the waves.
A mere drop to the vast ocean.
"You lived so disgustingly."
The moment Geum Sihyeon, silently enduring, spoke.
A strand of energy rode the pouring torrent and reversed.
From Geum Sihyeon's dantian, the energy finally rode Sado Kyung's palm into his body.
"Kaaaaaaaah—!"
Sado Kyung felt his meridians burning instead.
He tried yanking his hand away hastily.
"Heh heh."
Sensing it, Geum Sihyeon gripped Sado Kyung's arm in turn.
"Damn it, release, release me! Where are my subordinates, the jiangshi?!"
Instinct screaming his energy would vanish entirely, Sado Kyung looked around.
No help came.
"Exactly, should have cultivated cleanly, avoided weird drugs, lived purely and kindly."
At the brat's cheeky words, Sado Kyung's eyes rolled, trying to explode his head with sleep arts.
But body beyond control.
If only the other arm were intact...!
Too late for regrets.
Vitality rapidly drained from Sado Kyung's body.
Swollen muscles deflated pitifully.
Sharp blood vessels wilted lifelessly.
Lifetime cultivation crumbling to ash, scattering in air—he mustered final strength to resist.
But could do nothing.
As luster faded from pupils.
Thud—
Sado Kyung crumpled to his knees.
Geum Sihyeon's sword, finally releasing his hand, indifferently sliced his neck.
The eyes of one who abandoned humanity briefly gazed skyward, then dropped to earth.
"Hahut, uuut, so goooood...!"
At the formation's edge.
A Blood Cult woman, Hongryeon, holding her smartphone to record the scene, writhed ecstatically.
The expected young Heavenly Demon of the Demonic Cult disappointingly unripe as sacrifice.
But unexpected massive harvest.
Perfectly her taste in looks.
Unyielding composure in disadvantage.
Daoist origin, maybe Wudang or Mount Hua.
Even the celestial energy vivid on the curved sword.
And facing that upper-grade Blood Fate Pill turning the pig idiot into jiangshi rapidly—so calmly.
Wants him.
Desperately wants.
Rush in now, whisper love, sever limbs, hang so only his eyes hold her, shower love before him—
No, better—eternal living jiangshi by her side, whispering, moving, serving tirelessly till satisfied—
Kaduk.
Emotions shifting wildly, Hongryeon bared a fiendish grimace.
The moment she revealed power, seized the man—Sword Demon would halt battle, pursue full force.
Sword Demon.
That crazy geezer.
Why lurk nearby now—annoying at Church, now ruining grand plan.
"Heut, ahuut—!"
Unlike inverted mind, her hand didn't stop.
As Geum Sihyeon finally severed Sado Kyung's neck.
Melting pleasure overflowed from head to toe.
Reason flickered back in desire-clouded eyes.
"Hee hee hee. Pity, but next time then. It's fate, we'll meet again?"
Capturing dispersing blood mist as formation began crumbling.
Hongryeon turned away.
Mission failure? Irrelevant.
Savoring rare thrill.
"Hum hum~ hum hu hum~"
Her humming echoed silent mountain path devoid of beast cries.
Hongryeon busily tapped thumbs: tak tak tak.
At her fingertips, the just-recorded video edited.
"Title... hmm. What? Birth of a Supernova? Too cliched? Need more thought. Hum~ hum~"