Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 87 : Obtaining the Box

Clang!

A soft sound tickled his ear, and a transparent sword blade like a mirror came into Jin Sa-wol's eyes.

"Night Flower?"

He liked the name.

Jin Sa-wol looked at his face in the blade of the Night Flower from various angles and then put it back in its scabbard.

Swish!

He instinctively stuck the dagger in his waist and looked at the other weapons. They were weapons with such outstanding sharpness that they felt good just by looking at them.

He was thinking of taking a good weapon if there was one. Anyway, it was a courtesy to a good weapon to see blood rather than letting it rot here.

Clang!

He took out a sword that felt heavy in its black scabbard. But unlike its appearance, the weight of the sword was very light.

As he drew the sword completely, a clattering sound was heard, and the weak-looking sword blade like a reed emitted a silver light.

The name written on the body of the sword was Flowing Flash. It was a sword that made one curious about the history of the sword and its past owner.

The thickness of the sword body was as thin as paper. When he shook it lightly, it danced like a flexible sword.

Although it was thicker than a flexible sword, it was a guy with a soft body that bent like a bow.

"Hmph!"

Jin Sa-wol smiled as if satisfied and put the sword on his waist.

Then he turned his gaze to the jade box on one side.

What was important was not the sword, but the jade box. To be precise, it was what would be inside the jade box.

Jin Sa-wol opened the jade box.

"It would be nice if there was a Sea Peak Spirit Map..."

Inside the jade box, a piece of parchment was folded and neatly placed.

As he picked up the parchment and unfolded it, a large map came out.

"Sea Peak... But it's cut."

The bottom of the characters 'Sea Peak' was missing. The map also had mountains and clouds drawn on it, but the bottom half was cut off.

'Who has the other half?'

"...Namgung Min?"

Jin Sa-wol thought of Namgung Min's face.

Namgung Min had told him about the Thousand Gold Treasury.

He thought that he had told him with the intention of having him find the Sea Peak Spirit Map.

It was a plan to blow his nose without using his hands.

"Even if I knew, I would have had no choice but to come."

Although it was absurd, there was no other way.

Perhaps Namgung Min had ordered someone who could do it since he couldn't do it himself.

"Could it be that Namgung Min also allowed the Demonic Cult's attack?"

Such a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

It was rare for the Demonic Cult to come so deep into the Central Plains on such a large scale.

If Namgung Min had cooperated in killing the Martial Alliance Leader and had turned a blind eye to the Demonic Cult's invasion, it was possible.

If the Demonic Cult's purpose was the former leader and Namgung Min's purpose was the Sea Peak Spirit Map and the wealth of the Thousand Gold Treasury, it all made sense.

Of course, the Demonic Cult would also be interested in the wealth of the Thousand Gold Treasury, but there was no suitable means to carry it from Guguang to the Demonic Cult's main headquarters.

Because the Martial Alliance would not stand by if they heard the news.

Jin Sa-wol, who was thinking about various things, took the Sea Peak Spirit Map and put it in his bosom, then opened the other jade boxes.

There were demonic art manuals in them.

But Jin Sa-wol gave up on taking the demonic art manuals.

It was a problem to learn them, and since there were many things that conflicted with each other in demonic arts, he could fall into a state of qi deviation if he was not careful.

Besides, if he had a lot of luggage, it would be inconvenient to move. Although it was a waste, he decided to just leave them.

Right now, finding an exit was the priority.

Since the entrance he had come in was blocked, he had to find another exit.

But Jin Sa-wol looked around the safe and could not find another exit.

"Hmm..."

Jin Sa-wol moved back to the way he had come and then stopped for a moment at the entrance.

Thump!

The ground shook. The fight was not over yet.

Rumble! Thump!

The entrance shook greatly as if there were an earthquake, and he heard the sound of the ground collapsing.

Immediately after, he heard the footsteps of people.

"A rat has gone in. Be careful!"

Those who had come in, clearing the piled-up debris, were the warriors of the Wall Demonic Hall.

Jin Sa-wol, who was standing at the entrance, grabbed his sword as he saw the warriors of the Wall Demonic Hall coming in along the narrow passage.

A strange smile sat on his lips. It was the eyes of someone watching a moth flying into a fire.

Jin Sa-wol knew well that there was no place to escape in the narrow corridor.

If he stood at the entrance, he could face them one by one. Since there was no enemy behind him, there was no better place than this when facing a large number of enemies.

'Come.'

Clang!

Jin Sa-wol took out the Flowing Flash Sword and held it in his hand.

* * *

Thump!

A house collapsed with a huge roar, and the Demonic Cult members of the Wall Demonic Hall collapsed with screams.

Jo Han-yu, who had a tremendous internal energy, showed off his strength, killing the Demonic Cult members who were rushing at him.

Thump! Thump!

"It's sword energy! Dodge!"

"Don't face him head-on!"

"Kraak!"

"Aaaak!"

A brilliant silver sword energy covered the sky and shook the earth. Explosions and dust were rampant, and the Demonic Cult members of the Wall Demonic Hall were flying around.

Around Jo Han-yu, dozens of corpses were already scattered, and as time went on, the number increased.

The Demonic Cult members did not hesitate and rushed at him, even seeing Jo Han-yu's tremendous martial arts.

They did not spare their bodies to kill him, no, to even make a wound on his body.

That was one of the reasons why the Demonic Cult was feared.

Although it seemed reckless, that was what made the opponent tired. It could not be anything but fear for a person with a weak heart.

But Jo Han-yu was not shaken at all. He cut down the Demonic Cult members who were rushing at him mercilessly, as if he were cutting down rotten trees.

Jeong-yeop, who was watching from a distance, shouted at his subordinates as Jo Han-yu moved away from the pavilion.

"Enter the Thousand Gold Treasury!"

As Jeong-yeop's voice echoed loudly, some of the Demonic Cult members cleared the rubble of the pavilion and tried to enter the Thousand Gold Treasury.

It was a promised move.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Although dozens of people searched the rubble of the pavilion, Jo Han-yu did not care, as if he were not in a hurry. Anyway, this was an island.

There was no way to get out other than by taking a boat.

Shwish!

Jo Han-yu, who had cut down two Demonic Cult members like tofu by swinging his sword, flew towards Jeong-yeop.

"Don't just watch, step forward! Why are you acting like a tail when you're the head?!"

Whoosh!

Jeong-yeop raised his folding fan and blocked Jo Han-yu's attack.

"The old man is full of energy. What did you eat every night? Don't eat alone, give me some too."

Thud! Thud!

Amid the chaotic dance of the shadows of the folding fan and the sword, the left palms of the two collided.

Thump!

A powerful explosion erupted.

The two stopped, facing each other with their left palms.

Thump-thump!

A strong wind rose from the center of the two and spread in all directions.

The feet of the two dug into the ground up to their knees.

Jo Han-yu, who was having an internal energy contest with fake Jeong-yeop, glanced at his disciples. He saw his disciples fighting in the distance. A look of relief appeared on his face.

"Where are you looking? It seems you still have some leeway."

At fake Jeong-yeop's words, Jo Han-yu smiled.

"Do I look like a joke? Did you think you could kill me with just this?"

"Do you think this is the end? More will come."

"Bring as many as you can. I'll kill them all."

"Say that after you kill me, you old rat."

At the word 'rat', strength entered Jo Han-yu's hand.

"Yeon Jeok-sim."

"Hmph!"

Thump!

Papapat!

Hearing his name, fake Jeong-yeop was startled and flew back. His blood vessels burst, and his left hand was bruised red.

"I heard you disappeared from the Demonic Cult. So the highest master of the Demonic Cult here must be the Yeon family bastard."

Papapat!

Jo Han-yu flew in again.

Yeon Jeok-sim, who was in the form of Jeong-yeop, quickly raised his Silver Demonic Art to protect his body and spun his folding fan to create a whirlwind.

Shwaaaak!

A powerful wind descended upon Jo Han-yu.

Thump!

* * *

Woo Jeong-bong, who was fighting near the pier, lowered his sword with a tired expression.

"Heok! Heok!"

His whole body was drenched in sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

Next to him, Cha-yong and Hyung Soo-pung were standing, and they also seemed quite tired.

Jo Geom-ok was standing a little away, still.

Although a dozen or so Demonic Cult members were standing in front, they did not attack first.

Their purpose was Jo Han-yu, not his disciples.

"Did only one boat come in?"

When Woo Jeong-bong asked, Hyung Soo-pung answered.

"Only one came, senior brother."

"It would be a pain if the remaining boat is full of Demonic Cult bastards."

Woo Jeong-bong grumbled and held his sword.

"If the remaining one comes in, we might all die."

"That can't be, sir. The Martial Alliance is not blind."

At Hyung Soo-pung's answer, Woo Jeong-bong frowned.

"What are you talking about?"

"The Alliance Leader came to the inn, so do you think the nearby orthodox sects and the branches of the Martial Alliance would just sit and wait? They have to come and greet him. They probably arrived by now and met the Demonic Cult bastards."

At Hyung Soo-pung's answer, Woo Jeong-bong thought that might be the case.

Then there was hope of living.

What was strange was that although they were outnumbered, there was no fear of death.

Hyung Soo-pung's and Cha-yong's expressions were so indifferent that it seemed as if they were enjoying the current situation.

On the other hand, Jo Geom-ok had become a completely different person, so it was even difficult to talk to her.

"Hoo..."

Woo Jeong-bong let out a deep sigh and rested a little more. Since the enemy was not attacking, there was no reason to step forward recklessly.

As Hyung Soo-pung had said, a big fight had broken out between the Demonic Cult members and the Martial Alliance branch warriors around the Golden Pavilion.

Not only the branch, but the warriors of the Namgung family had also joined, and there were also the warriors of the Nanchang branch who had come up from Nanchang.

The inn was in a state of chaos due to the fight between the warriors of the Wall Demonic Hall and them.

Among them was Namgung Yu, the young lord of the Namgung family.

He fought with the Demonic Cult members, swinging his blood-drenched sword.

* * *

Rumble! Thump!

A flash of lightning fell with a sound of thunder.

As Jo Han-yu's sword energy flew in, Yeon Jeok-sim quickly dodged and unfolded his whirlwind palm.

Shwaaaak!

Jo Han-yu blocked the swirling wind of the folding fan head-on.

Thump!

Whoosh!

As the explosion erupted, Yeon Jeok-sim turned to Jo Han-yu's left and stabbed his side with his folding fan.

But he could not pierce Jo Han-yu's protective energy.

As his attack was blocked by a tangible wall, Yeon Jeok-sim retreated. Not missing that moment, Jo Han-yu's sword stabbed Yeon Jeok-sim's fox mask.

Yeon Jeok-sim quickly bent his waist and extended his right palm to Jo Han-yu's solar plexus. The folding fan in his hand was hidden in his sleeve.

Flash!

As the silver light of the Silver Demonic Palm flickered, Jo Han-yu blocked it with his left palm.

Thump!

"Keuk!"

Jo Han-yu's brow furrowed slightly. The current Silver Demonic Palm was different from the Silver Demonic Palm he had faced until a little while ago.

Yeon Jeok-sim smiled as Jo Han-yu blocked the one palm that he had poured all his energy into, as expected.

"It seems it went through."

Yeon Jeok-sim pressed Jo Han-yu's left palm with a more powerful force. Jo Han-yu's figure was pushed back one zhang.

If he took his arm away here, his chest would be empty.

Since he had poured out a huge amount of internal energy, unfolding his sword energy more than ten times, Jo Han-yu had only about thirty percent of his internal energy left.

Yeon Jeok-sim knew that and pushed forward head-on.

Jo Han-yu's left hand trembled.

"What's wrong?"

Yeon Jeok-sim asked, as if teasing. But Jo Han-yu did not open his mouth. The sweat that had formed on his forehead flowed down.

Seeing that, Yeon Jeok-sim sneered.

"Your complexion is not good. Is it hard to endure?"

The moment his words ended, Yeon Jeok-sim pushed his right palm forward. At the powerful palm force, Jo Han-yu's figure was pushed back half a zhang.

"It seems your strength is all gone."

Yeon Jeok-sim sneered at Jo Han-yu and poured the remaining energy into his right palm. A silver light flashed from his palm.

Just then, a smile hung on Jo Han-yu's lips.

Whoosh! Shwaak!

In that instant, with a strong wind, a huge amount of internal energy from Yeon Jeok-sim's right palm flowed into Jo Han-yu's arm.

"Hmph! Absorption Demonic Art!"

(End of Chapter)