novelraw Chapter 105 : Chapter 105
Chapter 105 : Chapter 105
Chapter 105 Stone Cavern (7)
Muhyang could not take her eyes off Jaun.
“What is Lord Sword Demon thinking right now? If Lord Sword Demon joins forces with us……”
At Muhyang’s active attitude, Jaun scratched his head and spoke.
“It is not a matter I can easily talk about. First, I think I should talk to Lord Mad Demon directly.”
At Jaun’s answer, Muhyang nodded her head vigorously.
“Of course. Please tell me whenever you need anything. Once we finish the work here well and I return to the Demonic Cult, I will definitely speak well to Lord Mad Demon.”
Muhyang, filled with enthusiasm, spoke quickly.
“I understand. For now, let’s focus on the current task.”
Jaun quickly changed the subject.
“If the Main Unit comes here, what kind of martial prowess will those who come possess?”
At Jaun’s question, Muhyang began to deliberate even more actively.
“Since the Tyrant Blade Pavilion will be in charge of Hunan Province, several squad leaders under the Tyrant Blade Pavilion will flock here. This grotto is quite a meaningful place from the Blood Cult’s perspective. It is because only by creating chaos in the Central Plains through this place will the main force of the Blood Cult be able to smoothly penetrate into the Central Plains.”
Muhyang’s words were exactly the same as what Jaun had been concerned about.
The Blood Cult was trying to create chaos in the Central Plains through this place.
“Are they planning to use the Blood Bell here?”
Muhyang, with her eyes wide open, nodded.
“You already knew everything. The Blood Cult intends to place various parts of the Central Plains under the energy of the Blood Bell by utilizing not only this place but also grottoes of similar structure. They plan to amplify specially manufactured giant Blood Bells once through sound arts, and then amplify them once more through the bell-shaped grottoes located everywhere to spread the energy of the Blood Bell throughout the entire Central Plains.”
An altar that constantly delivers Blood Qi to a fixed space, Blood Immortal Pills that temporarily amplify Blood Qi in urgent situations, and even the Blood Bell that throws those who have learned the Blood Cult’s martial arts into a state of frenzy.
The Blood Cult’s schemes were being completed step by step in various places in the Central Plains.
“I was skeptical at first, but…… in the end, it was indeed the Blood Cult’s arrangement.”
Jaun took out writing materials from his luggage and began to write letters to be sent to the Murim Alliance and the Sado Alliance.
The information learned here had to be shared as quickly as possible.
If the two organizations did not move actively, the situation would inevitably become even more serious.
As Jaun quickly finished writing all the letters, Ice Rakshasa Pan Bing-yeong stood up and approached Jaun.
“I will go to the village and send the letters. I also want to wash up, and I think I should buy more food.”
Jaun nodded and handed the letters to Ice Rakshasa Pan Bing-yeong.
Ice Rakshasa Pan Bing-yeong tucked the letters into her robe and went out of the grotto.
Once Ice Rakshasa Pan Bing-yeong left the grotto, silence descended inside.
The group was lost in thought at their respective places.
***
Breaking the long silence, Mad Dragon stood up, stretched grandly, and walked toward the carrier placed on the side.
Then, picking up his own saber placed on the carrier, Mad Dragon this time picked up the Mangru Blood Sword and tossed it to Jaun.
─ CLACK
Jaun, who caught the flying sword, snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Mad Dragon.
“What does this mean?”
“There’s nothing to do now anyway. Shall we loosen our bodies a bit in the meantime?”
Jaun was lost in thought for a moment and then shook his head.
“I don't think now is the time. Since we don't know when the Blood Cult will move, it seems better to be as careful as possible. Even without that, I’m worried that sound might leak out of the grotto……”
As Jaun tossed the sword back toward Mad Dragon, Mad Dragon caught the sword with a dissatisfied expression and placed it on top of the carrier.
After a moment, Mad Dragon, who had been lost in thought while stroking his chin, walked steadily and slumped down in front of Jaun.
“Then, how about this?”
As Mad Dragon extended one hand forward, a whirlwind began to rise above his palm.
“I take the left. You take the right. It’s a duel where we each initiate the Rotation Scripture to block the other’s rotation. How about it? You won't say even this much is not allowed, right?”
Jaun stared intently at Mad Dragon.
His heart was in a hurry, but the only thing Jaun could do was wait for the remnants of the Blood Cult.
Furthermore, Mad Dragon must have also been quite itching for action, yet he felt that the man had endured well without a single interference so far.
‘Even if I can't inform him of the entire mnemonic of the Rotation Scripture, it should be fine to refine the parts he already knows.’
It was a situation where Mad Dragon’s help was desperately needed in the future.
Jaun looked up at Mad Dragon once and nodded.
“I understand. Instead, do it while leaving enough capacity to monitor the surroundings.”
Mad Dragon nodded.
“Someone of my level can know all that without even needing to pay attention. I can clearly feel that child Ice Rakshasa meeting a branch member of the Sado Alliance right now.”
As if thinking Mad Dragon’s words were filled with exaggeration, Muhyang looked at Mad Dragon with a dubious expression.
When Jaun shrugged his shoulders once and extended his palm forward, Mad Dragon extended his own palm to meet it with a glad face.
Small whirlwinds began to rise above the palms of the two people extended toward each other.
***
The Rotation Scripture duel between the two people lasted for over five days.
They poured most of their remaining time into Rotation Scripture practice, excluding time for eating and sleeping.
Jaun wiped his forehead, which was drenched in sweat, with his sleeve.
At Mad Dragon’s outstanding talent that revealed itself as time passed, Jaun could not stop being amazed day by day.
‘……The level of his understanding of martial arts is completely different.’
The transmission of the Rotation Scripture, which he thought would take at least a month, was half-finished in just five days.
Mad Dragon’s whirlwind, which was merely crude at first, began to contain sharp rotation at some point, and now its power did not decrease at all even while standing against Jaun’s whirlwind at full power.
Jaun raised his head and looked at Mad Dragon.
From Mad Dragon’s eyes, heat that seemed like a boiling furnace was flowing out.
Incredible concentration and outstanding comprehension, combined with innate talent.
He was certainly an unparalleled martial artist worthy of occupying the position of second-in-command of the Sado Alliance.
As another Sijin passed, the area around the eyes of Mad Dragon, who had been looking at Jaun’s palm with focus, began to tremble.
Mad Dragon, who tried to endure somehow while rubbing his eyes a few times, soon let out a small sigh.
“Damn it. What’s the use of the body being young? The spirit is aged as it is. Let’s stop here for today. I can't do any more because my head is throbbing.”
Mad Dragon spoke in an exhausted voice and slowly lowered his hand.
Looking down at his own hand, which had turned red and hot, Mad Dragon frowned as if fatigued.
“Whew. You fellow. You truly understood the Rotation Scripture perfectly.”
Mad Dragon looked down at his own hand once, slumped on the floor with a grunt, and soon laid his body down flat on his back.
“Thank you. It was a great help.”
Mad Dragon spoke to Jaun with his eyes closed.
“It’s nothing. It was a good time for me as well. It was because I was able to completely understand the parts I had been understanding vaguely through practice with you, Mad Dragon.”
Mad Dragon, who was spread out in a star shape as if he had become one with the floor, let out a cackling laugh.
“The situation is funny. To think I would receive help from a brat like you.”
Jaun shrugged his shoulders once and laid down as he was next to Mad Dragon.
As his heated palms touched the cold floor, a refreshing feeling climbed up through his entire body.
Mad Dragon, who had been resting while lying with Jaun for a long time like that, suddenly frowned.
“Blast it.”
Mad Dragon got up with a grunt.
“Of all times, right now……”
Jaun looked at Mad Dragon with questioning eyes.
After a bit of time passed, Jaun, who understood the meaning of Mad Dragon’s words, jumped up from his spot.
“It’s the Demonic Cult members! Everyone, step back to the corner. Miss Pan. Please take care of Young Master Ban.”
At Jaun’s words, Ice Rakshasa Pan Bing-yeong hurriedly walked to the corner leading Ban Cheol-hwi.
Ice Rakshasa Pan Bing-yeong, who was guiding Ban Cheol-hwi to the corner, felt something and turned her body to look at Jaun.
“……Young Master Jaun.”
Ice Rakshasa Pan Bing-yeong’s complexion was slightly pale.
“Why is a fellow with that level of martial prowess here?”
Unlike the panicked Ice Rakshasa Pan Bing-yeong, Mad Dragon, who stood up as if it were bothersome, slowly began to loosen his body.
After loosening his body here and there for a while and taking out his saber, Mad Dragon stood in the center of the grotto.
“For now, you fellow should rest a bit. Don't get hurt for nothing.”
“Mad Dragon. They are not ordinary fellows.”
“I know too, you fellow. No matter how exhausted I am, how could I not feel such energy?”
Hearing Mad Dragon’s words, Muhyang tilted her head and then approached Mad Dragon after gathering her Seven-stringed Zither.
“If I can be even a little help……”
“No chance. You also sit over there among the brats.”
Muhyang, who tilted her head after hearing Mad Dragon’s words, stopped abruptly while returning to her spot.
And her face turned deathly pale in an instant.
“……This energy.”
Only then, belatedly noticing the energy, Muhyang turned her head toward the grotto entrance with terrified eyes.
The Demonic Cult members approaching the grotto from far away were emitting their momentum without hiding it.
The inside of the grotto hummed and vibrated, and a terrible scent of blood began to waft in.
“At least a squad leader level. No, if it’s this level of energy, could it be that a Pavilion Lord himself is coming?”
Muhyang’s body trembled finely. Muhyang, who looked around the inside of the grotto in a fluster, bit her lip hard.
“We must run away! It’s not an opponent we can face!”
Muhyang ran to Jaun and grabbed Jaun’s sleeve firmly.
“Young Master. Run away right now. This is no time to be doing this!”
With a face full of fear, Muhyang shook Jaun’s arm wildly.
“If you say Pavilion Lord, are you talking about the Pavilion Lord of the Tyrant Blade Pavilion who oversees the five combat squads?”
“I-it’s certain. Energy of this level can never be possessed by a squad leader level. The Lord of the Tyrant Blade Pavilion, Tragic Saber Yu Jeol-hak. It’s that person. Why is the Pavilion Lord in a place like this?”
Muhyang’s legs wobbled.
Muhyang, who was restless and didn't know what to do, ran toward Mad Dragon this time.
“We must run away right now. Please…… Mad Dragon, please persuade the others.”
Mad Dragon turned his head and looked at Muhyang.
“The Tyrant Blade Pavilion of the Demonic Cult. Heh heh. I wanted to meet him anyway. I must check if they are fellows who can dare to mention the name Tyrant Blade in front of this old man.”
“What on earth are you talking about right now! I’m saying everyone will die!”
“Quiet. Who says anyone is dying?”
Muhyang looked at Mad Dragon as if it were absurd and slumped down on the spot.
“We’re doomed……. These people, why on earth are they doing this?”
Grabbing the shoulders of Muhyang, who was muttering to herself while sitting on the floor, Mad Dragon pulled her up as she was.
“They say a fellow called Blade Demon is the best at using a saber in the Demonic Cult, right?”
“……Yes.”
“And that fellow, the Tyrant Blade Pavilion Lord, is someone whose level is lower than that Blade Demon?”
“That is so, but…… it’s said he endured six hundred bouts in a duel with Lord Blade Demon……”
“Heh heh. Do you know who I am?”
Muhyang, who was looking at Mad Dragon with vacant eyes as if she had already given up on everything, slowly shook her head from side to side.
“I don't know. Even if I knew, it’s useless now. Everyone will die. No matter if the successor of the Sword Demon is here…… Yu Jeol-hak, he is no match for that man.”
“One Emperor, One Immortal, Three Sovereigns. I heard those Murim Alliance fellows call these five the strongest people in the Murim. In the Demonic Cult, I heard they treat the seven strongest fellows, excluding the Cult Leader, the Heavenly Demon, as the Seven Demons. Do you know what kind of masters are in the Sado Alliance, which stands shoulder to shoulder with such organizations?”
“What are you talking about! In the first place, what does that have to do with the current situation!”
“Tsk. In the Sado Alliance, there are ten transcendental peak masters called the Ten Dragons. I’m saying that Mad Dragon, who ranks second among them in terms of strength, is none other than myself. Wouldn't that be relevant enough?”
“Pardon……? You are really a member of the Ten Dragons? Are you crazy?”
Muhyang looked at Mad Dragon as if it were absurd.