Chapter 241: Same Bed, Different Dreams

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Two days later.

Lewd Cruel Demon Servant Yo Mong-ji returned to the Zhongnan Sect and faced the Cult Leader, the Sun Moon Demon Saint Aryun-nan.

“Dead? First Seat?”

Aryun-nan’s eyebrows rose as he quietly posed the question.

Yeom Sang-ah, seated to one side, inwardly smirked.

‘Looks like she handled it well.’

Immediately after, Yo Mong-ji answered with a solemn expression.

“Yes, Cult Leader. Due to the ambush by Cheol Ryu-heun’s party, his condition was critical. Unfortunately… it was too late for me to do anything.”

Aryun-nan didn’t look particularly sorry.

“It can’t be helped. What did he say before he breathed his last?”

“He said that side still seems unaware of our secret base.”

“HUT… Good. Then we move faster. We need to cause chaos.”

Aryun-nan continued speaking while gazing at Yeom Sang-ah’s face.

“What about the responses from the two in the unorthodox faction?”

“They all said they’ve finished preparations to move.”

“HUHU. Then tell them we’ll send people today.”

“Yes, Father.”

“And Yue?”

“Actually, the Swift Wind Squad’s Third Squad just made contact. He said he has finally comprehended the final essence of the Sun Moon Demon Arrival Technique…”

“He shortened the timeline. Truly an exceptional talent.”

Just as Aryun-nan wore a pleased smile.

“And he discovered one more surprising fact.”

At Yeom Sang-ah’s meaningful report, Aryun-nan’s expression changed.

“HO-OH… What is it?”

“A few days ago, Cheol Ryu-heun secretly sent a letter requesting cooperation from the Ximen Family Head. Just from that, it seems he doesn’t know that our cult’s forward base exists in the Shaanxi region. Anyway, according to the letter he sent, the sword currently in his possession is the very one we’ve been searching for…”

A burning light swirled in Aryun-nan’s eyes.

‘The Divine Martial Sword!’

A reaction that couldn’t hide his excitement.

Soon, a voice laced with killing intent quietly leaked through his lips.

“KKEUT… Heaven is helping. As expected, he has the Divine Martial Sword.”

“Yes. The possibility of it being a lie is low. The descendant of the Dragon Martial Gate probably became a guest of White Peak Sword Sect because of that too.”

“He’s trying to rally the orthodox and unorthodox martial world using the justification of his supreme distribution and possessing the Divine Martial Sword.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Tell Yue… to take control of the Ximen Family first.”

“Understood.”

“The force we separately organized will strike the Mount Hua Sect as planned.”

Aryun-nan’s gaze soon rested on one person’s face.

It was Taoist Jade Sleeve, the current Sect Leader of the Zhongnan Sect.

“Yes, I receive the Cult Leader’s command.”

Taoist Jade Sleeve performed a courteous bow.

His eyes when facing Aryun-nan were reminiscent of a loyal subject.

It was the effect of being perfectly brainwashed through a certain great technique.

“Depart for the assembly point immediately.”

As soon as Aryun-nan’s order dropped, Taoist Jade Sleeve went outside the door.

Following that, Yeom Sang-ah and Yo Mong-ji also disappeared to execute the plan.

Immediately after.

Aryun-nan, who had sunk deep into his chair, muttered while laughing inwardly.

‘HUHUT… When the support troops from the Asura Demon Cult arrive according to schedule, this Patriarch will personally go to seize the Divine Martial Sword.’

* * *

Yeom Sang-ah and Yo Mong-ji moved to a quiet pavilion interior.

TAK.

As soon as Yeom Sang-ah closed the door, she questioned.

“There’s something you didn’t tell him, right?”

“HUHUT. Of course, milady.”

“How was First Seat at first? Did he really suffer serious injuries?”

“Yes. If not for that, I would have had difficulty too. You know, right?”

“HMM… I suppose so. So, how did you finish him?”

“I just fed him extreme poison while pretending to give him medicine.”

At Yo-mong-ji’s words, Yeom Sang-ah raised the corner of her lips.

“HUT, you utilized the situation well. It’s fortunate that one troublesome shadow was eliminated so easily.”

“Heaven is helping you, milady. As the Cult Leader said earlier.”

“It seems so. Somehow I have a good feeling. Setting that aside, what’s the information you didn’t share?”

“Cheol Ryu-heun is definitely a variable. Actually…”

From then on, Yo Mong-ji spoke through voice transmission into the ear.

It was being cautious even though there were no presences around.

When the not-so-long story concluded, Yeom Sang-ah’s eyes showed great surprise.

“Cheol Ryu-heun understood the essence of Sun Moon Demon Arrival Technique which applies the Yang Heart Divine Technique…!”

“I was also startled when I heard it. But it was somewhat understandable. He’s someone who has experienced all sorts of fortuitous encounters from the previous martial world.”

Yo Mong-ji thought about part of what she had heard from First Seat at that time.

‘Cheol Ryu-heun… that bastard… it was as if he read my mind. That mysterious red light in his eyes… it was definitely no ordinary power. I must inform the Cult Leader of that too.’

But she didn’t reveal that to Yeom Sang-ah.

For some reason…

Having adjusted her hair, Yo Mong-ji spoke with a calm expression.

“Don’t worry too much. There won’t be much of a threat to us. Currently, the Cult Leader is the public enemy of the martial world. In any case, milady just needs to quietly slip away later, right?”

“Yes, that’s right. Who do you think will win?”

“Who knows. What does it matter? Either way, whoever loses, it will all come back as benefit to milady…”

As if agreeing with Yo Mong-ji’s words, Yeom Sang-ah smiled gently.

“HUT. Foolish person… He has no idea that the Asura Demon Cult he firmly trusts will stab a sharp dagger in his back.”

“Yes, he fell for milady’s skills. Everything is flowing according to plan. Even if Cheol Ryu-heun is a sudden variable, the result will be the same as expected. Only milady will be smiling.”

“Indeed. The day to achieve my dream is not far. The moment I join hands with the Asura Demon Cult and seize control of this cult… I will finally stand tall as the true Cult Leader.”

Yeom Sang-ah nodded and spoke again with a meaningful expression.

“AH… and while you were away for a few days, I also experienced quite a surprising thing.”

“Oh my, really? I’m quite curious.”

“He has a secretive helper. I only just learned of it.”

“A secretive helper…?”

Yeom Sang-ah briefly explained about the leather-caped man who had visited previously.

After hearing that, Yo Mong-ji slightly furrowed her brows and said.

“I had no idea either. To think such an existence exists…”

“What if we turn that to our advantage?”

“Pardon? What do you mean…”

“When I take the Cult Leader’s position, won’t I need allies other than the Asura Demon Cult?”

“You’re saying you’ll deal with those unknown people?”

“Yes. From their perspective, only the person in the Cult Leader position they’re dealing with will change. Moreover, if they learn that Young Master Ximen is on my side…”

“HU… That seems like a good method.”

“Now we must wait and see. What kind of battle situation it will become… After that, it’s not too late to think about it.”

“Yes, milady.”

Meanwhile, Yo Mong-ji said to herself.

‘I think this fight will begin within half a month at most. Should I also start preparing?’

She repeatedly recalled the message from the one she revered.

‘the Sun Moon Demon Cult is to be disposed of.’

* * *

At that time, Ye Woon-rang had arrived at the vast mountainous region southwest of the Gansu region.

This was a forest adjacent to the border of the Qinghai region, which is classified as beyond the frontier.

However.

He was not alone.

Beside him were two people in different attire.

The party’s identity was the Ten Ultimate Martial Saint, the Wudang Sect Leader Immortal Muhyeon, and The Palace Lord of Heaven-Shaking Sword Palace, Black Silken Sword Sovereign Wei Ta-gong

Great stars representing the orthodox and unorthodox factions within the Hubei region.

The reason for coming here was one.

To block interference from other places in dealing with the Sun Moon Demon Cult going forward.

Of course, the person who led this matter was Cheol Ryu-heun.

Therefore, he already had a plan in mind.

The three people soon entered the garden of a house in the forest and waited for someone.

Ye Woon-rang took a deep breath and exhaled with a HU!

Seeing that, Taoist Immortal Muhyeon wore a gentle smile and asked.

“HUHU. Are you nervous?”

“AH… Yes. Though I came here upon the Sect Leader’s orders, the opponent being who they are…”

“Yes, that’s understandable.”

Just as Taoist Immortal Muhyeon nodded, Wei Ta-gong asked casually.

“Taoist Muhyeon. At that time… how did it feel?”

Taoist Muhyeon quickly grasped the hidden meaning.

A question about the demonic figure from Illusion Demon Cult who had invaded Wudang Sect decades ago.

At that time, Muhyeon’s master Myeong-heo, who was then the Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect, subdued and drove back that expert from the Illusion Demon Cult.

Afterward, the Illusion Demon Cult Leader officially declared it an incident caused by that cultist’s deviation and apologized.

It remains a fairly famous incident still spoken of today.

“An indescribable unpleasantness… that came first. It was truly an intense intangible aura.”

“HMM. Indeed, demonic energy…”

Wei Ta-gong momentarily recalled the figure of the former Nine Demon Alliance Leader Gal Jung-heon emitting demonic energy through the Demon-Devouring Sword, along with his quiet voice.

He had never felt such goosebumps in his life.

At that moment, his whole body had bristled.

It felt like facing a true incarnation of a hungry ghost.

Recalling that, Wei Ta-gong murmured to himself.

‘The person we’ll see today is probably no different.’

That’s right.

One of the people scheduled to appear here today was a demon practitioner.

Moreover, one who boasted a tremendous status…

SASAS-

A presence was suddenly detected.

Sure enough.

Shortly after, three people appeared in the house’s garden.

The elder at the front performed a courteous bow.

“It is an honor to meet you. Have you been waiting long?”

A beggar in his sixties wearing ragged clothes.

He was Jang Mo-pil, the head of the Qinghai region branch established by the Beggar Sect.

As the eldest, Taoist Muhyeon responded on behalf of the group.

“Not at all. We arrived a little early since it’s an important occasion.”

Immediately after, the white-haired old man standing behind Jang Mo-pil clasped his hands together.

“Everyone, I greet you for the first time. I am Woon Ja-heon.”

A figure reminiscent of a celestial being with an otherworldly appearance.

His pure white clothes embroidered with clouds caught the eye.

Everyone knew well what that symbolized.

Kunlun Divine Palace.

One of the few orthodox faction forces in all the foreign martial world.

Kunlun Divine Palace, which had always pursued Taoist martial arts, is situated in the majestic mountain range at the western edge of the vast region called Qinghai, namely Kunlun Mountain.

Along with the Heavenly Demon Cult, the ancestor of the demonic path, it boasts the longest history and tradition, and its combat strength is definitely in the upper ranks in the foreign lands.

Woon Ja-heon was the Palace Master of that place.

Though this was everyone’s first meeting, his alias “Kunlun Sword Crane” was well known.

Ye Woon-rang inwardly admired as he looked at the figure.

‘His reputation is well-deserved. It feels like facing an existence from the celestial realm.’

However, the aura of the person standing next to Kunlun Sword Crane Woon Ja-heon was different.

Ye Woon-rang’s tension rose slightly upon seeing him.

If Woon Ja-heon evoked the image of a white-clad immortal, this person’s demeanor was like an Asura from hell incarnated.

He possessed a dignity and bearing that made the air feel as heavy as stone.

Judging by his features, his age appeared to be mid to late fifties.

Jet-black topknot, murderous eyes, a long scar running from his left temple down past his cheekbone, a beard resembling a swallow’s tail feathers… combined with his black robe, he gave off a terrifying impression.

It couldn’t be helped.

On the center of his chest was a pattern depicting an Asura face.

As if embroidered with thread dyed in blood.

Everything about him was impressive, and he was a demon practitioner.

To be precise, he was Asura Blade Demon Emperor Sal Ma-ha, the current Cult Leader of Asura Demon Cult.

Ye Woon-rang soon noticed the blade hanging at his waist.

It was a massive crescent moon blade with skull decorations.

He had heard the story from Gal Jung-heon before coming here.

That the crescent moon blade possessed by Asura Blade Demon Emperor Sal Ma-ha was the Skull Demon Blade, one of the Four Great Demonic Weapons.

SEUK.

Sal Ma-ha stepped a few paces forward and spoke.

“Now then, shall we first verify the proof?”

Ye Woon-rang immediately took out the Vermillion Dragon Medallion.

“Do you recognize it?”

“HUT. It’s clearly the Crimson Jade. Yes… it’s the exact same color as the spirit talisman of the Illusion Demon Cult Leader.”

Sal Ma-ha then surveyed the surroundings and asked.

“But the actual Sect Leader Cheol hasn’t come?”

“Sect Leader…”

Just then, a pure white light suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

HWIIIIIIIING-

It fell down to the garden where Ye Woon-rang and the others were situated.

KKUGOONG-!

It was Cheol Ryu-heun and Divine Wind.

While everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance.

SEUK.

Cheol Ryu-heun, who had loosened the reins, cast his gaze forward.

“Looking for me?”