Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 38 : A Small Matter

Jang Woong, who recognized Jin Sa-wol, frowned and turned his eyes to check his sword.

The sword was on the bed, and the distance was about one zhang.

"How did you get in?"

When Jang Woong asked, Jin Sa-wol poured the cold tea into a teacup and answered.

"A little while ago."

Since he couldn't feel Jin Sa-wol's presence, Jang Woong swallowed his dry saliva.

The fact that he had invaded his room at night without permission was telling him that it was not a good intention.

Jin Sa-wol drank the cold tea and then said.

"After meeting the branch master, the assassins of the Red Spider Sect attacked. Do you know anything?"

Jang Woong shook his head, approached the bed as naturally as possible, sat down next to where the sword was, and answered.

"Nothing in particular."

"That's strange."

"Useless suspicion is not good. Were you attacked by the assassins of the Red Spider Sect?"

"That's right."

Shwik! Whoosh!

Jang Woong drew his sword, and at that moment, a sword pierced into Jang Woong's left chest.

Jang Woong stared at the sword embedded in his chest with wide eyes.

'So fast?'

Jang Woong couldn't even properly see how Jin Sa-wol had extended his sword. He raised his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword embedded in his chest.

"Nothing will change just because one hunter dies."

"Will anything change just because one branch master of the Hao Mun dies?"

Pfft!

Jin Sa-wol pulled out the sword, drawing it to the right with force. Blood splattered and stained the wall.

Thump!

Although a heavy sound echoed, no one came into his room. There was no one in the Black Ox Den with the guts to rush into Jang Woong's room without permission.

* * *

Jin Sa-wol, who had washed his sword in the stream that cut through the city, walked slowly towards his house.

As he entered a dark alley, a low voice pierced his ear.

"You knew the tofu shop was a branch of the Demonic Cult, so why did you just stand by? If it were me, I would have already gotten rid of it."

Although Jin Sa-wol heard Son Ae-hwa's voice, he was annoyed, so he didn't answer.

When he had moved into the house he was living in now, it was the most basic of basics to investigate the surrounding houses.

That was not something someone had ordered, but something he had done, led by instinct.

In that house, he had discovered several secret messages and information about many martial artists in Nanchang City, and he had also seen that there was a pigeon.

After he had moved in, that pigeon had disappeared, but Im Woo's wife often left the house.

He had even followed her once. She had entered a famous inn in Jiujiang City, and he had found out that she had stayed there for a few days and then came out.

The branch in Jiujiang City was different from the branch in Nanchang, starting from its scale.

Jiangnan Grand Inn.

It was the largest inn in Jiangxi Province and was a very famous place in the martial world, with hundreds of rooms and dozens of separate rooms.

If there was a most important branch in the Demonic Cult, it would be the Jiangnan Grand Inn in Jiujiang.

Although he had observed the Nanchang branch for several months, there were only Im Woo and Jang Ha-jeong. Although they said they had children, he had never actually seen them, so he didn't believe those words.

It was just that he had left it alone because it was a greater benefit to just watch than to get rid of it.

It should be called an informant of the Demonic Cult, not a branch.

From the perspective of the Demonic Cult, he was not such an important figure. That's why two Flower Ghosts had come. It was just that much.

A trivial existence.

"Why did you kill the branch master of the Hao Mun? Is there a reason to kill him?"

Although Son Ae-hwa's voice was still heard, Jin Sa-wol ignored it.

"Why?"

The reason was simple.

It was because he had tried to kill him. If he had tried to kill him and failed, he would try to kill him again.

Jang Woong was a Hao Mun member and was a guy who would do anything for money.

Although he had not directly used his hand, it was true that he had helped the Red Spider Sect.

If he hadn't killed Jang Woong, the Red Spider Sect would have.

"Can't you see me?"

"Sleep."

Jin Sa-wol ignored Son Ae-hwa and went into the house. It didn't matter if she followed. Anyway, she was a woman who had come into his bedroom several times, carefully observed him sleeping, and then disappeared.

He had no feelings about the Demonic Cult.

In the first place, he didn't know what kind of feelings he had. Na Hyungi, whom he had parted with five years ago, had talked about revenge, but Jin Sa-wol had no feeling of revenge.

He just wanted to live an ordinary life now.

Although he wondered if he could live like other people, he thought he had to live like that.

In the first place, it was a funny story if a hunter who aimed for bounties was ordinary.

The fact that he wanted to live an ordinary life when he was not living an ordinary life was something he couldn't understand.

Jin Sa-wol still couldn't understand his own heart.

* * *

Jin Sawoon, one of the names on the kill list of the Heavenly Divine Cult, was not an important target.

The inner hall master of the Shadowless Pavilion frowned as he read the report from the Central Plains. He was a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his early forties, with a short stature and a goat-like beard.

"The Wudang Sect this and that, so it's difficult? What is this? You want me to report this to the pavilion master? If you sent the Flower Ghosts, you should have killed him right away. Hmph! Tsk!"

Deng Suo, the inner hall master, who crumpled the secret letter with a face full of annoyance, stroked his goat-like beard, sighed, and then went up to the seventh floor of the seven-story pavilion.

After clearing his throat in front of the door, Deng Suo, who had quietly entered, saw Cheon Woo-rin lying on a wide bed.

Two female attendants were attached to Cheon Woo-rin's arms and legs, diligently giving him a massage.

"Pavilion Master."

"What is it?"

Cheon Woo-rin frowned when he saw Deng Suo, who was disturbing his rest. Deng Suo, who received Cheon Woo-rin's gaze, bowed his waist politely and answered.

"There was a man named Jin Sawoon who was reported before. Do you remember?"

"Jin Sawoon? Who is that?"

"He is the Slaughter Ghost of Ghost Spirit Valley who was reported half a year ago. He is the one who tried to kill the pavilion master five years ago."

"Ah! There was such a thing. We got rid of Ghost Spirit Valley, but it seems he survived then."

It was Cheon Woo-rin, who had shown a similar reaction half a year ago.

Cheon Woo-rin had experienced countless things over the past few years. The biggest thing was that he had married Dokgo Hye and had a son.

He had experienced much confusion and fighting. He had fought with those who had tried to kill his father, the Cult Leader, and had won.

As a result, he was now the pavilion master of the Shadowless Pavilion and was managing all the information inside and outside the Cult. He was sitting in a position of great responsibility in the Cult.

His father was the Cult Leader, and he himself was the pavilion master of the Shadowless Pavilion, so there was no way a place like Ghost Spirit Valley would catch his eye.

Ghost Spirit Valley was just a small organization belonging to the Shadowless Pavilion.

A beginner Slaughter Ghost from such a place was just a passing wind, an existence that didn't even need to be remembered.

In the first place, he was a guy whose face he didn't even know properly.

"So?"

"We haven't been able to kill that Jin Sawoon yet. There are a few reasons..."

"Do I have to care about such an old matter whose name I don't even know well? Hall Master Deng. Do you want to die?"

"I'm sorry."

"Kill him."

"Yes."

Deng Suo answered and then quickly left the room.

"Incompetent bastard."

As Deng Suo left, Cheon Woo-rin shook his head and then smiled at the attendants.

The attendants returned Cheon Woo-rin's smile, took off their clothes, and then embraced Cheon Woo-rin naked.

Hot heat was rising from the room.

* * *

In a room that was not very spacious, two men and one woman were sitting and eating. Judging from the size and atmosphere of the room, it clearly seemed to be an inn.

On their shoulders, a crescent-moon-shaped hwandao was hanging like an ornament.

They were people from the Blood Curtain.

Knock-knock.

After the sound of knocking on the door, a young man with an ordinary impression, who appeared to be in his early twenties, opened the door and came in.

The young man, as the three people were staring at him, bowed his waist and greeted them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your meal. The Red Spider Sect says they won't do this job."

"The reason?"

"Ten assassins went out, and they all died. They say that if they take on the commission again, that amount will not be enough."

"They are just money-grubbing bastards."

The man in his prime with a copper-colored skin, who was sitting in the middle of the three, muttered and put down his chopsticks. The man in his prime, with broad shoulders and a sturdy build, said to the young man.

"How much do they want?"

"Five hundred nyang of gold to cut off the head, and five hundred nyang of gold for the lives of the dead assassins. A total of one thousand nyang."

"What funny bastards."

The young man with white skin on the left laughed, his slender eyes glittering. Since his face was full of killing intent, the young man couldn't look at him properly.

"You may go."

"Yes."

The young man answered and then quickly went outside.

"How long does it take to get to Nanchang from here?"

"It will still take fifteen days."

At the answer of the woman who appeared to be in her late twenties, the man in his prime frowned.

"It's far."

The man in his prime spat out a word and then drank tea.

* * *

The city was in a chaotic atmosphere as the bodies of the assassins of the Red Spider Sect were found dead on the street.

On top of that, it was also known that the famous gang leader of the Black Ox Den had been killed by an assassin. There were talks that the assassin of the Red Spider Sect had killed him, and there were also talks that the Hao Mun had killed the assassins of the Red Spider Sect.

Except for the person involved, Jin Sa-wol, no one knew the truth of that day.

Early in the morning, Woo Jeong-bong and Sang Yu-rim went out, saying they would ride a pleasure boat and go around Poyang Lake. They left the house, smiling and saying they would be back in a few days.

They were sticking together lately as if they were lovers. He was worried that one day they would sleep in the same room.

Perhaps they had already become that kind of relationship.

Although the house was Jin Sa-wol's house, Jin Sa-wol felt that he had become a guest.

'Is this living? But why am I worried?'

People eventually get married, have children, and increase their family.

That appearance was very natural and a matter of course.

Woo Jeong-bong and Sang Yu-rim also seemed to be in that process.

Jin Sa-wol, who was sitting in a chair and had opened a book, turned his head when he heard footsteps.

"Brother Jin, are you there?"

A loud voice echoed from outside the main gate, and he saw a group opening the main gate and coming in.

They were all warriors wearing the martial arts uniforms of the Martial Alliance.

Jin Sa-wol looked at Jo Mal-sang and the middle-aged man standing next to him. It was a face he remembered seeing as he passed by.

'It's the branch master.'

It was Yun Deok, the branch master of the Nanchang branch of the Martial Alliance. He had come to Jin Sa-wol's house in person.

In the small yard, thirty warriors of the Martial Alliance were standing with hardened expressions.

In the main hall where they could be seen, Jin Sa-wol and Yun Deok were sitting.

Yun Deok looked around and nodded. It was a formal action of nodding without any reason.

"I didn't know there was a master like you in our Nanchang."

"I am not a master."

Jin Sa-wol shook his head. Yun Deok smiled, and Jo Mal-sang brought tea from the kitchen and poured it for the two.

As Yun Deok gestured with his eyes, Jo Mal-sang went down to the yard with a polite posture.

Jin Sa-wol glanced over the warriors of the branch standing in the yard.

'Is it a warning? Intimidation?'

Jin Sa-wol was curious about Yun Deok's intention in doing this.

"I came back to the branch yesterday and found that there had been various incidents. I couldn't stick to the branch for a while because I was patrolling the city."

"Yes."

"You have made a great contribution, and as the branch master, I am very happy. Please continue to work hard for the martial world in the future."

"Of course."

Jin Sa-wol answered the formal question with a smile. Although it was an awkward smile, it was better to look at than an expressionless face.

Yun Deok had met Mak Gu-dong on business and was then touring other regions. In the meantime, he had heard the news that Mak Gu-dong had died.

But he couldn't come because there was a meeting of the branch masters in Nanjing. After the meeting was over, he had returned and met Jin Sa-wol.

He had come like this because he couldn't stand his curiosity about Jin Sa-wol, who had interfered with his work.

'He's young.'

Although Yun Deok was surprised that Jin Sa-wol was younger than he thought, he had no justification to be angry. Rather, he had to smile.

Yun Deok was contemplating whether he should go to Noryeon Mountain again because Mak Gu-dong, who would give him money, had died.

The Black Curtain Fortress in Noryeon Mountain still existed. Although it would go through a period of confusion because the fortress master had changed, it was not completely subjugated.

"Slurp!"

Yun Deok drank his tea and observed Jin Sa-wol's expressionless face.

'Damn bastard, why couldn't the assassins of the Red Spider Sect kill him?'

Yun Deok, whose eyes met Jin Sa-wol's, smiled.

(End of Chapter)