Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 58 : A Senior's Teaching (2)

In the evening, Bi-sun came to Jin Sa-wol's house to boil a decoction. He made the decoction, leaving the sleeping Jin Sa-wol, and then ate dinner.

As Jin Sa-wol got up and sat at the dining table, Bi-sun held out the decoction.

"Woo Jeong-bong?"

"The Namgung family. He went in as a bodyguard."

"That's a relief."

Bi-sun nodded as if it were a good thing. Jin Sa-wol, after drinking the decoction, went back into the room and practiced qi circulation.

Although it was a light small circulation, it was something he had to do every day. Jin Sa-wol, who had practiced qi circulation for about an hour, lay on the bed again like a patient.

Bi-sun approached and said.

"The news of Loyal Ghost King's death must have reached the Cult by now. There will be some movement."

"The Slaughter Ghost?"

"He's coming by boat from Guguang. It's two days later."

"Will the news of Loyal Ghost King's death reach their ears?"

"It takes time for the report to reach the main headquarters of the Demonic Cult, for it to spread to the nine pavilions, and for it to come down to Ghost Spirit Valley. No matter how fast Ghost Spirit Valley sends a carrier pigeon, they won't hear it. No, they can't hear it."

A cold smile hung on Bi-sun's lips.

"The people from the Martial Alliance Inspection Pavilion have entered the Nanchang branch."

"Who came?"

"Young Martial Dragon, Murong Bao."

Hearing the name Murong Bao, Jin Sa-wol stared at the ceiling with an indifferent face and then closed his eyes. Bi-sun quietly left the room.

* * *

Evening meal.

Although a dinner table was set on a wide round table, the main character did not come. Namgung Ji, who was sitting in front of it, just stared at the cold food.

"Hahaha! To think you're here. Come in, come in."

A loud laugh was heard from outside the door, and Murong Bao, wearing a white martial arts uniform, and Woo Jeong-bong came in together.

The two were smiling brightly as if they had met after a long time.

Namgung Ji stood up.

"I am Namgung Ji."

"Sit down."

Murong Bao glanced at Namgung Ji and then spoke to Woo Jeong-bong again.

"Your senior brother, he said you were in Nanchang, and that if I came down, I should definitely come and see you."

"Is that so? Senior Brother Hyun-jeong is a very affectionate person."

"You're like brothers, so what's with the affection?"

Murong Bao seemed to be deliberately ignoring Namgung Ji. It might be because the relationship between the Murong family and the Namgung family was awkward.

Namgung Ji waited for the two's conversation to end.

Although it had been over two hours since she had come here, there was no dissatisfaction on Namgung Ji's face. She had waited for two hours, so waiting for the talkative men's conversation to end was nothing.

"I heard about Sang Yu-rim. You were even thinking of getting married?"

"Yes."

"Anyway, I have a lot to ask you about that."

"Understood."

As Woo Jeong-bong gave a signal with his eyes, Murong Bao finally turned his gaze to Namgung Ji.

"What business does the youngest young lady of the Namgung family have with me? If it were Yu and Hyo, they would have already visited."

Namgung Yu and Namgung Wi were her older brothers.

Namgung Ji said.

"Please give me information about the Ten-Sword Demon."

"Pfft!"

Murong Bao, who was drinking tea, spit out the tea and looked at Namgung Ji with an absurd face.

Since it was not Namgung Yu or Namgung Wi, but Namgung Ji who was asking, he contemplated for a moment how to deal with her.

"The Ten-Sword Demon has entered my room twice. And Yun Deok also died at the hands of an assassin. The assassin who killed Yun Deok could also be the Ten-Sword Demon."

Murong Bao, who had heard Namgung Ji's story, put down his teacup and said.

"Young Lady Namgung. I'll say a word because you're like my younger sister. Does the martial world look easy?"

As Namgung Ji's expression hardened, Murong Bao clasped his hands and spoke again with a cold gaze.

"You grew up gently in your family, so the martial world must look like a greenhouse, right? Did you think I would give it to you if the young lady asked? If you want to live out your life, don't get involved in the affairs of the martial world."

Namgung Ji tried her best to maintain a calm expression.

Woo Jeong-bong turned his head, observed Namgung Ji, and saw her two fists, which were placed on her lap, trembling.

Namgung Ji, suppressing her boiling anger, said with a painstakingly calm face.

"I'm not just asking for it. I also have information."

Murong Bao gestured with his hand.

"Go."

At the words to go, Namgung Ji took a deep breath and stood up.

"Today's events, I will deeply engrave them in my heart."

As Namgung Ji left, creating a cold wind, Woo Jeong-bong also stood up. Murong Bao said to Woo Jeong-bong.

"You come again tomorrow evening. Let's talk."

"Understood."

Woo Jeong-bong cupped his fist to Murong Bao and then hurriedly ran out, following Namgung Ji.

Woo Jeong-bong said to Namgung Ji, who was getting on the carriage.

"Are you okay?"

"Don't speak informally."

Thump!

As the door of the carriage closed, Woo Jeong-bong shrugged and got on the driver's seat.

"She's very angry."

"Aaaaargh! That son of a bitch! I'll kill him!"

Crash! Crash!

The carriage started.

* * *

As night fell, Honghwaru was full of vitality. The front of the door of Honghwaru, which was full of hanging lanterns, was bustling with people.

But while the front gate was crowded with people, the back gate was devoid of any human shadow.

In the deep of night, four people passed through the back gate and gathered in a room where the lights were off.

The man who appeared to be the oldest among the four, in his late thirties, opened his mouth.

"The enemy you have to kill tonight is a Slaughter Ghost from Ghost Spirit Valley."

At the words 'Slaughter Ghost', the expressions of the three hardened.

They had not heard any information about the target they had to kill before coming here.

Even now, they did not even know the name.

"Even if it's a Slaughter Ghost, it was a beginner Slaughter Ghost who had just come out of Ghost Spirit Valley. You guys can definitely kill him."

The man soon went outside and disappeared into the darkness.

The three young men who were sitting in the dark kept their silence with indifferent faces. Then one person opened his mouth.

"I can't believe the opponent is our immediate senior. Was there a survivor among those guys who were said to have all died because they were incompetent?"

"That must be it. They said a few cowards ran away."

"If they ran away, they should have lived quietly. Why did they appear and bother us? Are they stupid?"

"Before we kill him, should we show respect to our senior?"

"Respect?"

"Killing him without pain."

"Pfft! Hehehe!"

"Kekekeke."

A cool laughter lingered in the dark room and then disappeared.

* * *

Jo-rim, who was eating a late dinner and drinking wine, put down her wine cup when she saw a man with a copper-colored skin in black clothes enter the room.

He, with rough skin and a randomly grown beard, sat in front of Jo-rim without any hesitation.

It was Jang-gak, who had come from Ghost Spirit Valley.

"You came earlier than expected?"

"I hurried."

At the words that he had hurried, Jo-rim showed a disappointed expression. Jang-gak spoke again.

"I'll take care of things tonight and leave in the morning."

"Why don't you rest for a bit? There's a lot of wine."

"Is there a fool who would drink the wine you give?"

"There is. Very occasionally."

Jo-rim smiled lightly and then poured wine into a wine cup.

"Jin Sa-wol is lying down at home. It seems he was seriously injured while working as a hunter. His injuries are severe, so his movements are uncomfortable, and he can't even walk. You should see him as a doll that is just lying down. It will be easy."

"Even if he's not injured, he's an easy guy for me."

Jang-seok stood up from his seat and went outside.

'It's dangerous to look down on an opponent...'

Jang-gak was an outstanding Slaughter Ghost who was called first-class even in Ghost Spirit Valley. Although he was one step below her in comparison, the current Jin Sa-wol would be difficult to deal with.

'There was no order to save him.'

Jo-rim hesitated for a moment, wondering what to do.

She had to judge whether to let him die as he was or to save him. Of course, the responsibility for that judgment was also on her.

"Il-hu."

"Yes."

A low voice flowed from above Jo-rim's head.

"I have to go out. I can't miss a good spectacle."

Jo-rim smiled and then went into the room and changed into night clothes.

* * *

Jin Sa-wol, who was lying alone in a dark room, was sleeping with a sword placed on his chest.

Sleeping with a sword was a common thing for martial artists.

Usually, they would place it at their bedside or next to their left arm.

A faint clicking sound echoed from above the head of Jin Sa-wol, who was sleeping, breathing regularly.

Immediately after, with a whoosh! sound, a sharp dagger fell towards Jin Sa-wol's forehead.

Flash! Jin Sa-wol, who had opened his eyes, swung his sword and parried the falling dagger.

Clang!

As a clear metallic sound pierced the night air, a sword suddenly shot out from the right wall of Jin Sa-wol and stabbed at Jin Sa-wol.

Jin Sa-wol hit the bed with his hand and spun his body. While dodging the flying sword, he extended his sword towards the wall.

Thwack!

As Jin Sa-wol's sword pierced through the wall, a man in black collapsed on the other side.

The moment a thump! sound was heard, a sword was falling on Jin Sa-wol's Baihui acupoint.

Jin Sa-wol moved back one step and stabbed his sword into the air a dozen or so times. A strong wind pierced several holes in the ceiling.

"Keuk!"

The man in black who was on the ceiling fell to the floor and collapsed in front of the window. A large hole was pierced in both his knees and his abdomen.

The man in black opened his eyes wide and looked up at Jin Sa-wol.

"I heard you couldn't move for sure."

Jin Sa-wol's sword pierced the forehead of the man in black. At that moment, the tip of a sword touched Jin Sa-wol's back. It was a sword that had approached from behind without a sound.

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol, who had spun his body like lightning, cut at the back with his sword.

Thwack!

Blood splattered from the wall, and then the wall melted, and a man in black collapsed. The man in black, who had been cut greatly in the chest, lowered his head as if he were dead and stopped breathing.

But Jin Sa-wol stabbed the opponent's neck and then sheathed his sword.

Jin Sa-wol, with an expressionless face, turned his body to the man in black who was sitting in front of the window.

Shwaak!

A sharp wind sound was heard, and the hidden weapons that the man in black had thrown stabbed at Jin Sa-wol's entire body. Since it was a close distance and his arm was fine, he could throw the hidden weapons.

But Jin Sa-wol turned to the right and stabbed the shoulders of the man in black with his sword.

"Ugh."

Although there must have been considerable pain, the man in black only let out a short groan and did not scream.

Jin Sa-wol turned his body and stabbed the right wall twice more.

Thwack! Thwack!

The sword pierced through the black wall and pierced the body of the man in black who had collapsed outside the door. Jin Sa-wol, after confirming the certain death, looked at the man in black under the window who was blankly looking at him.

The moonlight flowed in through the window and shone on Jin Sa-wol's face, making it pale.

Jin Sa-wol held up his sword and said.

"Only my left arm is useless. My two legs are fine."

Although Jin Sa-wol had been lying on the bed, in Jo-rim's eyes, it had looked like his movements were uncomfortable. It was just Jo-rim's misunderstanding; Jin Sa-wol had never injured his legs.

He was sure that Ghost Spirit Valley would get information from Jo-rim since they did not have a separate informant in Nanchang.

The Slaughter Ghosts, who had thought he couldn't move, had approached closely, wanting a certain death.

As long as they had come within one zhang, they could not dodge Jin Sa-wol's sword.

"I had some expectations since a Slaughter Ghost from Ghost Spirit Valley was coming, but the disappointment is great."

"You're a runaway, but you talk a lot. Don't tell me you're mistaken that we're the end? We're not just going to kill you, but all the people closest to you. We'll find what's most precious to you and kill them painfully. From your family and friends to the dog you raise! You'll also die painfully."

"You've learned wrong."

Jin Sa-wol raised his sword, stabbed the chest of the man in black, and spoke again.

"A Slaughter Ghost kills the enemy."

Swish!

Jin Sa-wol, who had retrieved his sword, stared at the man in black, who was trembling all over and then lowered his head deeply.

"That's all."

Jin Sa-wol lowered his sword and went out to the yard and stood there. He had completely revealed himself.

'There's still one left.'

Just then, ten daggers flew in without a sound from all directions.

(End of Chapter)