Chapter 261: Let's Wait and See

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At the moment Cheol Ryu-heun and Divine Wind pivoted direction.

“Oh? Sect Leader Cheol?”

A group of beggars appeared beyond the nearby bushes.

Over ten Beggar Sect members.

Cheol Ryu-heun, gripping the reins, looked expressionlessly at the face of the beggar standing in the lead.

“Did they break through by force?”

At that, the Beggar Sect member spoke with an embarrassed tone.

“Ah, yes… it’s shameful. Judging by the attire, it appeared to be the Third Apostle. His personal martial prowess was considerably strong. Many casualties occurred, and we had just rallied ourselves to resume pursuit when we happened to meet Sect Leader Cheol here.”

“What about the other direction?”

“The two demonesses seem to have escaped the Kunlun Divine Palace’s encirclement as well. But they say the escape route directions were different from each other.”

“If we find the place where the sound echoed from earlier, we should be able to meet all the fugitives. Including the Third Apostle.”

“Pardon? But the Third Apostle is under the Sun Moon Demon Cult Leader’s command…”

“Who knows? Perhaps he too was recruited by Yeom Sang-ah long ago and had a change of heart.”

“…!”

“Well, we’ll find out if we follow. You all handle things around here and then go to Zhongnan Sect to report. I’ll personally pursue from now on.”

“Understood. Please be careful.”

Cheol Ryu-heun quietly laughed inside upon hearing those words.

Hoo, what for?

The one who should be careful is not me, but the enemy.

He soon slightly shook the reins and spoke:

“Let’s go quietly on the ground. So they won’t easily notice us.”

Immediately after, Divine Wind moved ethereally forward as if understanding those words.

SASASAT, SASASAT-

Light and fast movement unbefitting his muscular build.

He advanced striking the ground with his hooves, making only the smallest sounds.

It was Treading Snow Without Trace, an extreme-level lightness skill.

Meaning not even footprints remain when stepping on snow…

Thus Cheol Ryu-heun and Divine Wind vanished in an instant.

* * *

-CHIRIRIRIRIRING… KKWAGWAGWAGWANG…

Faint echoes resounding from far away.

Simultaneously.

FLINCH.

The steps of over twenty martial artists running through the forest stopped.

They were Flying Star Squad of Falling Star Sword Sect and Gale Wind Squad of Ximen Family.

The middle-aged swordsman at the lead gazed at the distant sky beyond the forest.

‘This sound…!’

It was Ham Chong the StarFire Sword Master, the Sect Leader of the Falling Star Sword Sect.

At that moment, one Flying Star Squad member spoke cautiously:

“Sect Leader, could this perhaps be a trap to lure us?”

It was a reasonable suspicion.

The enemy who had been fleeing without looking back suddenly made loud sounds as if fighting someone?

It was certainly strange.

Ham Chong, who heard those words, also felt something was off.

But he soon coolly assessed the situation and shook his head.

“No, considering the series of events, the possibility of it being a stratagem is extremely low. Probably some unexpected occurrence caused by a new someone…”

At that moment, a whistle sound rang out from the direction ahead.

PPIPPIK- PPIPPIK, PPIPPIK- PPIPPIK!

An intermittent signal arranged in advance.

It was precisely the sound for urgently summoning nearby allies.

Presumably, it was personnel from the Kunlun Divine Palace, one of the Nine Great Sects, who were serving as the final line of defense.

“Everyone, let’s go see!”

Ham Chong and his party quickly moved in that direction.

Upon soon reaching the source of the successive whistle sounds.

“Ah! Sect Leader Ham! You came at just the right time!”

Taoist A martial artist in his sixties brightened and exclaimed.

A person with an unpretentious appearance and splendid beard.

On the left breast of the blue-white Taoist robe draped on his body was embroidered a pattern depicting Emerald Screen Peak, the main peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Indeed.

He was Woon Ja-heon, the Palace Master of the Kunlun Divine Palace, a prestigious orthodox Taoist faction.

He was famous as the highest master among the Three High Peaks of Gansu, representing the Gansu region’s masters.

Also, having mastered the final three moves of Heaven Ascending Ten Path Sword Technique, the supreme sword learning within his palace, at the extreme level, he was also called by the epithet Kunlun Sword Crane.

Around Woon Ja-heon stood over ten disciples.

They were elite personnel of Nine Palace Sword Association, one of the upper-tier groups among the seven organizations composed of Kunlun Divine Palace’s first-generation disciples.

However.

On one side of the ground, over ten Nine Palace Sword Association members lay unconscious.

Ham Chong’s complexion darkened upon seeing that.

“Goodness, did that dark demoness break through here as well?”

“Yes, we were a step too late. If she had encountered me, it would have been difficult for her to slip through easily… tsk. Still, fortunately there are no casualties.”

Woon Ja-heon pointed to the forest beyond behind him along with those words.

“Did you detect that sound just now?”

“I did.”

“I also heard it while in pursuit. Hence, finding it unusual, I sent the signal. To gather numbers in preparation for any eventuality… It seems someone executed a martial technique displaying great internal power. A sudden obstacle may have arisen during the escape.”

Right at that moment, over thirty second-generation Kunlun Divine Palace disciples gathered here.

Each had been scattered and came upon hearing the summoning signal.

Ham Chong, having regained his composure, circulated his internal power and gave a hand signal.

“The distance is somewhat far. Now, let’s hurry before we lose them!”

* * *

-PPIPPIK… PPIPPIK…

Ximen Yue, who had been running swiftly, heard the whistle sounds.

“Sect Leader Seol, it appears to be a personnel summoning signal. The intervals between the whistles suggest as much.”

At that, Seol Hu-yong beside him nodded.

“Yes, everyone must have heard that faint echo.”

“Something seems amiss, doesn’t it? For those who had secretly agreed to meet somewhere and flee to make loud sounds as if fighting someone… An unexpected situation must have occurred, throwing off Yeom Sang-ah’s party’s expectations.”

“Hmm, if someone has appeared who doesn’t care that we’re here…”

Having trailed off, Seol Hu-yong soon shouted briefly:

“Everyone, prepare in advance!”

At that, the Azure Heaven Sword Sect party behind them drew their swords while in motion.

“Yes! Sect Leader!”

* * *

The beautiful dance movements of Ya Baek-ji, wearing a smile.

-Huhu, how does it feel to experience a supreme demonic art?

Thought transmission that resonated like Six Directional Transmitted Voice.

The Third Apostle, who had suffered internal injury earlier from Little-Face Bell Demoness Eun Yi-bi’s formidable demonic art, found it difficult to move.

‘KEUK…!’

That wasn’t all.

Currently, his body was completely subjugated before some kind of power that Ya Baek-ji was emitting.

How to describe it?

As if his entire body was bound by iron chains…

He soon felt something squirming in his chest.

It was hot like fire.

That summoned a strange sense of pleasure.

At that moment.

His vision briefly went dark, then Ya Baek-ji’s dancing figure changed.

‘NO!’

Before he knew it, Ya Baek-ji had become naked.

When did she undress?

But the doubt didn’t persist.

Because the naked body’s explicit dancing movements had greatly amplified his lust.

Impulsive and instinctive carnal desire finally began to dominate his reason.

But suddenly.

‘HEOK…!’

The face of the person captured in his eyes rapidly changed.

From Ya Baek-ji to Yeom Sang-ah.

BULGGEUM.

Was it the effect of maximized lust?

The blood vessels throughout his body fiercely heated up at rapid speed.

Yeom Sang-ah, smiling with her eyes, approached while shaking her naked body.

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Look all you want.”

Not only her facial features but even her voice was exactly the same.

The Third Apostle became excited as he propped up his collapsed body.

“Ah… Young Lady…”

Soon Yeom Sang-ah stood pressed close in front of him and tempted him with a sensual smile.

“I noticed long ago. Your heart that loves me…”

The Third Apostle, having gulped down dry saliva, nodded slightly.

“Yes, Young Lady… that’s why… I was liberated from the Cult Leader’s brainwashing.”

“Yes. Huhu. This is a kind of reward, in a sense.”

When Yeom Sang-ah stroked her own chest with both hands, the Third Apostle’s two eyes became bloodshot.

“Ah…”

His expression twisted pleasantly.

Yeom Sang-ah smiled gently and pressed her body close.

“Don’t think about anything. We just… need to enjoy ourselves madly.”

The Third Apostle, hearing those words, breathed out hot air through his nose.

A body trembling, barely visibly.

Enormous lust consumed his reason.

Yeom Sang-ah stepped a few paces away and stood.

“What are you doing? You’re not hesitating over me, are you?”

“Young Lady…!”

The Third Apostle’s two eyes continuously ran up and down her naked body.

It had been a long-held dream.

To hold in his arms the body of Yeom Sang-ah, whom he had loved deep in his heart…

Yeom Sang-ah’s expression became even more bewitching.

“Haah…”

Hot breath was released between her half-open lips.

Then she twisted her entire body sensually.

As if finding it difficult to control the carnal desire surging in her chest.

“EUEUM!”

The Third Apostle felt as if his entire body would explode wildly.

He felt as if everything was rising stiffly from head to toe.

“Fool, what are you waiting for?”

Yeom Sang-ah, who had been twisting her body, fell into his embrace.

WARAK.

Hands pulling the man’s neck crushingly tight.

The Third Apostle, thoroughly heated up, removed his clothes.

Yeom Sang-ah began showering his face, neck, and chest with kisses.

One hand had already gone down below his navel before he knew it.

“EUEUM, there…!”

The Third Apostle let out a moan of excitement.

When the skin of Yeom Sang-ah, whom he had admired, touched him, his mind grew hazy.

He was breathless from the ecstasy bestowed by the soft and hot naked body.

Just from lightly brushing against it, he felt as if his entire body was melting away.

“Sang-ah… I will have you!”

When the Third Apostle shouted briefly, Yeom Sang-ah lay on the ground.

“Alright. Please come quickly.”

Thus the bodies of the Third Apostle and Yeom Sang-ah overlapped.

The man and woman letting out moans at the succession of stimulating pleasure.

The two made sounds like starving children.

Fierce movements demanding ever more intense pleasure.

Ecstasy.

Each time the Third Apostle’s body moved, Yeom Sang-ah made sensual sounds.

Only bliss filled everything.

Their bodies violently vibrated and bounced up.

Seductively and greedily…

Two people fiercely pulling their bodies together without room for even a needle.

But all of it was fake.

A fantasy painted in the Third Apostle’s mind.

In reality, Yeom Sang-ah was horrified watching that scene.

‘What on earth…!’

The Third Apostle, lying on the ground, was showing embarrassing movements.

As if sharing the pleasures of love with some woman.

At that moment, Ya Baek-ji, standing to one side, let out a cold voice:

“Warring Horse Demon Dance. A cursed demonic art that guides the soul to the dark netherworld. Hoo, that fellow is currently enjoying you in the space of illusion.”

“Th-that’s…!”

“Naturally, after pleasure comes suffering. Uhuhu”

The moment Ya Baek-ji mumbled while laughing mockingly.

“KEOK…!”

The Third Apostle’s body rapidly expanded.

BULUKBULUK, BULUKBULUK.

His eyeballs popped out and his flesh split as crimson blood gushed up.

Then.

“AK!”

The Third Apostle’s body, having screamed, exploded.

PEOHEOHEONG-!

Flesh and bone fragments torn to shreds scattered wildly in all directions, spreading a bloody smell.

As Yeom Sang-ah’s complexion turned deathly pale from witnessing such a horrible death.

“They’re coming this way.”

One person letting out a soft voice.

Grand Prelate Gun Mu-ak, who had turned his head to gaze at the distance, quietly continued:

“Let’s wait and see.”