Chapter 368

Chapter 368

Zhuge Gu died very cruelly.

However, only the Cherry Blossom Corps young men were frightened by seeing Zhuge Gu’s flesh pieces.

The attention of Im Yi-eon, Ham-geun and others was focused not on the minced flesh but on the single gold-foiled pill rolling on the floor.

The atmosphere had changed completely from before.

Mu-gak said while chattering his teeth.

“It’s gotten interesting.”

Im Yi-eon responded coldly.

“It’s not something to call interesting after crushing a person to death.”

“Would I mean that?”

“Would I have asked if I didn’t know?”

“Hehe.”

The word “interesting” wasn’t referring to the Cherry Blossom Corps, and neither was Im Yi-eon’s response.

Currently, the biggest rumor in the martial world was about Poison Dragon Jin Ja-gang. Everyone’s attention was focused on Jin Ja-gang’s activities and every move.

Such Jin Ja-gang was even on his way to Shaolin Temple carrying King of Hell Tang Qing’s personal letter, so nothing could draw more attention. It was fair to say the entire martial world was watching.

Only those at the level of Sword Empress Im Yi-eon or Disaster Sword Guest Namgung Geol appeared calmly, while mediocre people couldn’t even think of getting involved.

But then…

Young punks who weren’t even worth a single punch appeared in such a place.

Though they said they came trusting their numbers and current momentum, in the eyes of the masters here, the Cherry Blossom Corps youngsters were no different from five-year-old children.

Would a thirty-year-old adult be scared of dozens of five-year-old children? It was merely that killing them all would make cleanup troublesome.

There were some irritating points to see it as just lack of awareness of their place. So the mass appearance of mismatched youngsters was already something disgusting, but it didn’t end there.

The youngsters even had poison resistance pills that supposedly overcame Asura Blood!

Asura Blood was recognized as one of the worst poisons in the martial world.

If there was an antidote to such Asura Blood, it would be worth ten thousand gold.

But such a treasure was being carried by youngsters who had absolutely no power to protect it.

It was truly an absurd situation. If it had been merely irritating and disgusting before, now it clearly made them think something was up.

If they hadn’t heard the name of the person who supposedly made the poison resistance pill, the martial artists would have dismissed it as an appropriately absurd case and just sneered.

Mang Ryo.

Mang Ryo was the sole survivor of Yunnan’s Extreme Poison Sect and had a long-standing enmity with Jin Ja-gang.

If he had made a poison resistance pill, it would definitely be convincing. It was absolutely difficult to just ignore and pass over.

This was exactly what Mu-gak found interesting.

Mu-gak spoke while laughing with his twisted neck.

“There’s a rotten smell.”

This was also directed not at the Cherry Blossom Corps but at whoever had manipulated and sent the Cherry Blossom Corps here. Of course, that would be Mang Ryo too.

This time Namgung Geol responded to Mu-gak’s words.

Namgung Geol spoke with a somewhat haggard expression as his sword steel continued draining his internal energy.

“Well, that’s right. Everyone has their own reasons and calculations, don’t they? Mount Hua Sect’s Great Hero Ham not moving until just before his disciple died was the same.”

If So-min had any chance of survival, Ham-geun would have tried to kill Mu-gak with the other martial artists and escape. Even facing the Sword Empress or Disaster Sword Guest afterward would have a slightly higher chance of survival than facing Mu-gak alone.

But with So-min’s death, Ham-geun no longer needed to risk his life on that small possibility.

Rather, dragging everyone here to hell would be a great benefit to the Righteous Alliance and Mount Hua Sect. Moreover, that had a higher possibility than survival.

“From that perspective, Poison Dragon had the most patience among us. He moved last. Better than the master.”

“Do you think I deliberately stalled for time?”

“To be honest, I’m suspicious whether Shaolin Temple really had already decided the targets for the book of life and death. Why bother testing us by facing us one by one… I was curious about that.”

Namgung Geol continued.

“Otherwise, what reason would the master have had to face us one by one?”

“Does that mean you’re still curious, or not curious now?”

Namgung Geol swung his sword casually.

“I’m not in a position to enjoy things now.”

The sword steel gathered at the sword tip cut through everything – the floor, broken tables lying around, everything. When not fighting, Namgung Geol minimized the internal energy going into sword steel as much as possible. But sword steel had already reached its peak. The condensed energy felt chilling and brightened to maximum.

After this time passed, sword steel’s power would gradually decrease and soon Namgung Geol would exhaust all his strength.

“Unfortunately, I’m not in a position to leisurely enjoy things, so everything has become uninteresting. Please understand.”

Despite sword steel causing extreme internal energy consumption, Namgung Geol circulated internal energy within his body to accelerate consumption even faster. It meant he would decide the match within a short time.

“Poison Dragon. Step back for a moment.”

Bang!

The moment Namgung Geol stomped his foot, the floor shattered, and Namgung Geol’s form instantly appeared before Mu-gak. And the pill that had been rolling on the floor was rolling away elsewhere again.

Whoosh! Sword steel burned even the air, making strange wind sounds. The Vajra monk holding Mu-gak turned his body and dodged slightly. Sizzle, the shoulder flesh above his elbow was grazed and cut by sword steel’s edge. Blood flowed steadily. When cut by sword steel, blood doesn’t stop well even with acupoint pressing.

Namgung Geol stomped his foot again.

Bang! Bang! Each time he stomped, Namgung Geol flickered and suddenly appeared in the air as if using displacement techniques. Moving at maximum speed.

Golden Silk Iron Beads and sword steel were mutually opposing. For Shaolin Temple’s external arts that used hardness as a weapon, it was extremely difficult to counter.

In an instant, the Vajra monk’s limbs were cut and blood flowed in long streams. Holding Mu-gak made it seem even more difficult to use both hands against sword steel.

The Vajra monk took a breath and roared.

“ROAAAAAR!”

The inn rang loudly. Though incomparable to Mu-gak, the lion’s roar’s intimidating presence briefly slowed Namgung Geol’s assault. But Heaven Sky New Sword’s sword steel didn’t diminish at all.

The Vajra monk didn’t flee far but endured in place while accepting minimal damage from sword steel. Because of the poison resistance pill behind him. Knowing this, Namgung Geol pressed to the maximum despite rapid internal energy depletion.

Jin Ja-gang was equally interested in the poison resistance pill. Jin Ja-gang ran to pick up the pill rolling in all directions from Namgung Geol’s stomping.

One Arhat monk blocked Jin Ja-gang’s path.

Jin Ja-gang moved his hands behind his waist to draw two clubs, then struck the Arhat monk’s head with the clubs. The Arhat monk raised his forearm to block. Jin Ja-gang was about to bring down the club when he kicked the Arhat monk’s leg. When the Arhat monk stomped and applied force to endure, he struck the forearm with the club again.

Clang!

The club and the sleeve of the forearm collided making metallic sounds. Jin Ja-gang struck the Arhat monk’s neck with the opposite club. The Arhat monk caught the club with bare hands while ramming Jin Ja-gang’s nose with Iron Head technique.

Pop! Suddenly blood spurted from the Arhat monk’s hand and his movement stopped. A sickle blade protruded long through the palm that grabbed Jin Ja-gang’s club to the back of his hand. The Arhat monk’s face contorted and blood vessels stood out on his jaw.

The Arhat monk endured the pain and lifted his foot to step on Jin Ja-gang’s knee. Jin Ja-gang turned his body and pulled out the folding sickle blade that had changed from club to sickle. The Arhat monk’s back of hand split in half from the middle as the folding sickle came out.

“Kugh!”

Though the Arhat monk groaned, he still stomped forward and rammed Jin Ja-gang’s chest with his forehead.

Jin Ja-gang blocked by pushing the Arhat monk’s neck with the back of the folding sickle blade, but the Arhat monk tensed his neck and pressed all the way to strike Jin Ja-gang’s chest.

Crack. An unpleasant sound came from Jin Ja-gang’s chest. His ribs cracked. Jin Ja-gang spun in place while holding the folding sickle. The white thread of Soul Seizing Thread that came loose wrapped around the Arhat monk’s neck. Jin Ja-gang spread both arms to open the folding sickle while trying to tighten the Soul Seizing Thread.

Mu-gak’s shout was heard.

“Gong-hon!”

At the same time, heavy momentum was felt behind Jin Ja-gang. The massive shadow of Vajra monk Gong-hon was behind him. The Vajra monk Gong-do holding Mu-gak was fighting Namgung Geol, and the Vajra monk Gong-hon who appeared now was the one who had been fighting Im Yi-eon.

Jin Ja-gang did a back kick to strike the chest of Gong-hon who was charging from behind and floated up in reverse.

Thump thump!

Soul Seizing Thread was still wrapped around the Arhat monk’s neck, connected to the folding sickle. Jin Ja-gang leaped over the Arhat monk and placed his back against the monk’s waist, then lifted and threw him.

Crash!

The Arhat monk was thrown forward and fell spread-eagle with his back hitting the floor. The Arhat monk didn’t use falling techniques but simultaneously pushed both hands up to his wrists between his neck and the Soul Seizing Thread wrapped around it. He deployed Iron Shirt with his sleeve cuffs to prevent Soul Seizing Thread from easily tightening.

Soul Seizing Thread was pulled taut but couldn’t cut further, caught on Iron Shirt.

Meanwhile, when Gong-hon tried to attack Jin Ja-gang again, Im Yi-eon attacked Gong-hon who had disengaged from fighting her.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Im Yi-eon’s sword swept past Gong-hon’s joint areas like a swallow.

Back of neck, armpits, ankles, back of knees.

Gong-hon couldn’t chase Jin Ja-gang and endured in place while defending with Golden Silk Iron Beads.

Clang clang clang! Multiple streaks of sparks flew. From above, Yuk Ha-seon leaped down while scattering Joyful Love Maiden powder and struck Gong-hon’s head with Pressing Nail Blade.

Pressing Nail Blade exploded on Gong-hon’s head, precisely on his crown protected by Iron Head technique.

Crash!

Thousands of blade fragments swept down from above over Gong-hon’s entire body. Countless sparks flew from his kasaya protected by Golden Silk Iron Beads.

Though Gong-hon’s crown was fine, protected by Iron Head technique, his face – ears, bridge of nose, cheekbones, lips – were all scraped by blade fragments. Flesh fell away and blood flowed steadily, dyeing his face with blood.

But Im Yi-eon also nearly got caught in Pressing Nail Blade’s range. Im Yi-eon quickly deployed sword defense and retreated smoothly.

“Wicked thing!”

“Ho ho ho!”

Yuk Ha-seon brushed it off with laughter while doing a somersault to land on the floor. Then she tried to pick up the pill lying on the floor. Gong-hon with his blood-covered face stomped.

Bang! The floor vibrated and the pill bounced up.

“Ah?”

Yuk Ha-seon’s gaze and head followed the pill. She threw her body to reach for the pill floating in mid-air.

Then the Vajra monk Gong-do holding Mu-gak similarly threw his body and leaped toward the pill from the opposite side. Though similar, it seemed Yuk Ha-seon could grab the pill slightly faster.

Yuk Ha-seon’s and Gong-do’s hands were both reaching for the pill floating in mid-air.

The one who didn’t just watch this scene was unexpectedly An Ryeong. An Ryeong swung her blade forcefully to push back Ham-geun slightly, then took out a gourd containing alcohol from her waist, put it to her mouth and held alcohol in her mouth.

Then she spat the alcohol toward the pill.

“Pffft!”

The spat alcohol contained internal energy but not enough to harm people. Instead, alcohol droplets shot at tremendous speed and bounced the pill away.

“Oh no…”

Yuk Ha-seon’s face grimaced.

From under Gong-do’s hand, Mu-gak’s twisted and gaunt fingers were trembling as they emerged forward. Yuk Ha-seon stepped on her own instep in mid-air to leap once more, twisted her body three times, and smoothly went over Gong-do and Mu-gak to climb back to the second floor.

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Zhuge Gu died very cruelly.

However, only the Cherry Blossom Corps young men were frightened by seeing Zhuge Gu’s flesh pieces.

The attention of Im Yi-eon, Ham-geun and others was focused not on the minced flesh but on the single gold-foiled pill rolling on the floor.

The atmosphere had changed completely from before.

Mu-gak said while chattering his teeth.

“It’s gotten interesting.”

Im Yi-eon responded coldly.

“It’s not something to call interesting after crushing a person to death.”

“Would I mean that?”

“Would I have asked if I didn’t know?”

“Hehe.”

The word “interesting” wasn’t referring to the Cherry Blossom Corps, and neither was Im Yi-eon’s response.

Currently, the biggest rumor in the martial world was about Poison Dragon Jin Ja-gang. Everyone’s attention was focused on Jin Ja-gang’s activities and every move.

Such Jin Ja-gang was even on his way to Shaolin Temple carrying King of Hell Tang Qing’s personal letter, so nothing could draw more attention. It was fair to say the entire martial world was watching.

Only those at the level of Sword Empress Im Yi-eon or Disaster Sword Guest Namgung Geol appeared calmly, while mediocre people couldn’t even think of getting involved.

But then…

Young punks who weren’t even worth a single punch appeared in such a place.

Though they said they came trusting their numbers and current momentum, in the eyes of the masters here, the Cherry Blossom Corps youngsters were no different from five-year-old children.

Would a thirty-year-old adult be scared of dozens of five-year-old children? It was merely that killing them all would make cleanup troublesome.

There were some irritating points to see it as just lack of awareness of their place. So the mass appearance of mismatched youngsters was already something disgusting, but it didn’t end there.

The youngsters even had poison resistance pills that supposedly overcame Asura Blood!

Asura Blood was recognized as one of the worst poisons in the martial world.

If there was an antidote to such Asura Blood, it would be worth ten thousand gold.

But such a treasure was being carried by youngsters who had absolutely no power to protect it.

It was truly an absurd situation. If it had been merely irritating and disgusting before, now it clearly made them think something was up.

If they hadn’t heard the name of the person who supposedly made the poison resistance pill, the martial artists would have dismissed it as an appropriately absurd case and just sneered.

Mang Ryo.

Mang Ryo was the sole survivor of Yunnan’s Extreme Poison Sect and had a long-standing enmity with Jin Ja-gang.

If he had made a poison resistance pill, it would definitely be convincing. It was absolutely difficult to just ignore and pass over.

This was exactly what Mu-gak found interesting.

Mu-gak spoke while laughing with his twisted neck.

“There’s a rotten smell.”

This was also directed not at the Cherry Blossom Corps but at whoever had manipulated and sent the Cherry Blossom Corps here. Of course, that would be Mang Ryo too.

This time Namgung Geol responded to Mu-gak’s words.

Namgung Geol spoke with a somewhat haggard expression as his sword steel continued draining his internal energy.

“Well, that’s right. Everyone has their own reasons and calculations, don’t they? Mount Hua Sect’s Great Hero Ham not moving until just before his disciple died was the same.”

If So-min had any chance of survival, Ham-geun would have tried to kill Mu-gak with the other martial artists and escape. Even facing the Sword Empress or Disaster Sword Guest afterward would have a slightly higher chance of survival than facing Mu-gak alone.

But with So-min’s death, Ham-geun no longer needed to risk his life on that small possibility.

Rather, dragging everyone here to hell would be a great benefit to the Righteous Alliance and Mount Hua Sect. Moreover, that had a higher possibility than survival.

“From that perspective, Poison Dragon had the most patience among us. He moved last. Better than the master.”

“Do you think I deliberately stalled for time?”

“To be honest, I’m suspicious whether Shaolin Temple really had already decided the targets for the book of life and death. Why bother testing us by facing us one by one… I was curious about that.”

Namgung Geol continued.

“Otherwise, what reason would the master have had to face us one by one?”

“Does that mean you’re still curious, or not curious now?”

Namgung Geol swung his sword casually.

“I’m not in a position to enjoy things now.”

The sword steel gathered at the sword tip cut through everything – the floor, broken tables lying around, everything. When not fighting, Namgung Geol minimized the internal energy going into sword steel as much as possible. But sword steel had already reached its peak. The condensed energy felt chilling and brightened to maximum.

After this time passed, sword steel’s power would gradually decrease and soon Namgung Geol would exhaust all his strength.

“Unfortunately, I’m not in a position to leisurely enjoy things, so everything has become uninteresting. Please understand.”

Despite sword steel causing extreme internal energy consumption, Namgung Geol circulated internal energy within his body to accelerate consumption even faster. It meant he would decide the match within a short time.

“Poison Dragon. Step back for a moment.”

Bang!

The moment Namgung Geol stomped his foot, the floor shattered, and Namgung Geol’s form instantly appeared before Mu-gak. And the pill that had been rolling on the floor was rolling away elsewhere again.

Whoosh! Sword steel burned even the air, making strange wind sounds. The Vajra monk holding Mu-gak turned his body and dodged slightly. Sizzle, the shoulder flesh above his elbow was grazed and cut by sword steel’s edge. Blood flowed steadily. When cut by sword steel, blood doesn’t stop well even with acupoint pressing.

Namgung Geol stomped his foot again.

Bang! Bang! Each time he stomped, Namgung Geol flickered and suddenly appeared in the air as if using displacement techniques. Moving at maximum speed.

Golden Silk Iron Beads and sword steel were mutually opposing. For Shaolin Temple’s external arts that used hardness as a weapon, it was extremely difficult to counter.

In an instant, the Vajra monk’s limbs were cut and blood flowed in long streams. Holding Mu-gak made it seem even more difficult to use both hands against sword steel.

The Vajra monk took a breath and roared.

“ROAAAAAR!”

The inn rang loudly. Though incomparable to Mu-gak, the lion’s roar’s intimidating presence briefly slowed Namgung Geol’s assault. But Heaven Sky New Sword’s sword steel didn’t diminish at all.

The Vajra monk didn’t flee far but endured in place while accepting minimal damage from sword steel. Because of the poison resistance pill behind him. Knowing this, Namgung Geol pressed to the maximum despite rapid internal energy depletion.

Jin Ja-gang was equally interested in the poison resistance pill. Jin Ja-gang ran to pick up the pill rolling in all directions from Namgung Geol’s stomping.

One Arhat monk blocked Jin Ja-gang’s path.

Jin Ja-gang moved his hands behind his waist to draw two clubs, then struck the Arhat monk’s head with the clubs. The Arhat monk raised his forearm to block. Jin Ja-gang was about to bring down the club when he kicked the Arhat monk’s leg. When the Arhat monk stomped and applied force to endure, he struck the forearm with the club again.

Clang!

The club and the sleeve of the forearm collided making metallic sounds. Jin Ja-gang struck the Arhat monk’s neck with the opposite club. The Arhat monk caught the club with bare hands while ramming Jin Ja-gang’s nose with Iron Head technique.

Pop! Suddenly blood spurted from the Arhat monk’s hand and his movement stopped. A sickle blade protruded long through the palm that grabbed Jin Ja-gang’s club to the back of his hand. The Arhat monk’s face contorted and blood vessels stood out on his jaw.

The Arhat monk endured the pain and lifted his foot to step on Jin Ja-gang’s knee. Jin Ja-gang turned his body and pulled out the folding sickle blade that had changed from club to sickle. The Arhat monk’s back of hand split in half from the middle as the folding sickle came out.

“Kugh!”

Though the Arhat monk groaned, he still stomped forward and rammed Jin Ja-gang’s chest with his forehead.

Jin Ja-gang blocked by pushing the Arhat monk’s neck with the back of the folding sickle blade, but the Arhat monk tensed his neck and pressed all the way to strike Jin Ja-gang’s chest.

Crack. An unpleasant sound came from Jin Ja-gang’s chest. His ribs cracked. Jin Ja-gang spun in place while holding the folding sickle. The white thread of Soul Seizing Thread that came loose wrapped around the Arhat monk’s neck. Jin Ja-gang spread both arms to open the folding sickle while trying to tighten the Soul Seizing Thread.

Mu-gak’s shout was heard.

“Gong-hon!”

At the same time, heavy momentum was felt behind Jin Ja-gang. The massive shadow of Vajra monk Gong-hon was behind him. The Vajra monk Gong-do holding Mu-gak was fighting Namgung Geol, and the Vajra monk Gong-hon who appeared now was the one who had been fighting Im Yi-eon.

Jin Ja-gang did a back kick to strike the chest of Gong-hon who was charging from behind and floated up in reverse.

Thump thump!

Soul Seizing Thread was still wrapped around the Arhat monk’s neck, connected to the folding sickle. Jin Ja-gang leaped over the Arhat monk and placed his back against the monk’s waist, then lifted and threw him.

Crash!

The Arhat monk was thrown forward and fell spread-eagle with his back hitting the floor. The Arhat monk didn’t use falling techniques but simultaneously pushed both hands up to his wrists between his neck and the Soul Seizing Thread wrapped around it. He deployed Iron Shirt with his sleeve cuffs to prevent Soul Seizing Thread from easily tightening.

Soul Seizing Thread was pulled taut but couldn’t cut further, caught on Iron Shirt.

Meanwhile, when Gong-hon tried to attack Jin Ja-gang again, Im Yi-eon attacked Gong-hon who had disengaged from fighting her.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Im Yi-eon’s sword swept past Gong-hon’s joint areas like a swallow.

Back of neck, armpits, ankles, back of knees.

Gong-hon couldn’t chase Jin Ja-gang and endured in place while defending with Golden Silk Iron Beads.

Clang clang clang! Multiple streaks of sparks flew. From above, Yuk Ha-seon leaped down while scattering Joyful Love Maiden powder and struck Gong-hon’s head with Pressing Nail Blade.

Pressing Nail Blade exploded on Gong-hon’s head, precisely on his crown protected by Iron Head technique.

Crash!

Thousands of blade fragments swept down from above over Gong-hon’s entire body. Countless sparks flew from his kasaya protected by Golden Silk Iron Beads.

Though Gong-hon’s crown was fine, protected by Iron Head technique, his face – ears, bridge of nose, cheekbones, lips – were all scraped by blade fragments. Flesh fell away and blood flowed steadily, dyeing his face with blood.

But Im Yi-eon also nearly got caught in Pressing Nail Blade’s range. Im Yi-eon quickly deployed sword defense and retreated smoothly.

“Wicked thing!”

“Ho ho ho!”

Yuk Ha-seon brushed it off with laughter while doing a somersault to land on the floor. Then she tried to pick up the pill lying on the floor. Gong-hon with his blood-covered face stomped.

Bang! The floor vibrated and the pill bounced up.

“Ah?”

Yuk Ha-seon’s gaze and head followed the pill. She threw her body to reach for the pill floating in mid-air.

Then the Vajra monk Gong-do holding Mu-gak similarly threw his body and leaped toward the pill from the opposite side. Though similar, it seemed Yuk Ha-seon could grab the pill slightly faster.

Yuk Ha-seon’s and Gong-do’s hands were both reaching for the pill floating in mid-air.

The one who didn’t just watch this scene was unexpectedly An Ryeong. An Ryeong swung her blade forcefully to push back Ham-geun slightly, then took out a gourd containing alcohol from her waist, put it to her mouth and held alcohol in her mouth.

Then she spat the alcohol toward the pill.

“Pffft!”

The spat alcohol contained internal energy but not enough to harm people. Instead, alcohol droplets shot at tremendous speed and bounced the pill away.

“Oh no…”

Yuk Ha-seon’s face grimaced.

From under Gong-do’s hand, Mu-gak’s twisted and gaunt fingers were trembling as they emerged forward. Yuk Ha-seon stepped on her own instep in mid-air to leap once more, twisted her body three times, and smoothly went over Gong-do and Mu-gak to climb back to the second floor.

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