Chapter 377: Stagnant Water is Bound to Rot (2)
At Murong Jun’s terrifying abusive language, Yang Cheon lost his words for a moment.
The question of how this bastard knew about the Evil Lust Cult came second. Yang Cheon had never even imagined that there would exist a person with the guts to inflict such abusive language on him, aside from the powerhouses of Saintly Heaven.
Murong Jun continued speaking.
“How do I know about the Evil Lust Cult? How do you think I knew? Because I planted a spy in the Black Dragon Manor? Do you think I ordered my inadequate daughter to seize information on the Black Dragon Manor? Not at all!”
“…”
“When you were acting like the boss in this vast land of Hunan, we were catching and beating up the bastards of the Three Cults who seized the government offices in Henan one by one!”
“…!”
“At first, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think barbarians from the borderlands would have that much power. But the bastards are strong! It was fortunate that we launched a preemptive strike; if we hadn’t known that, the entire Murim Alliance would have been smashed from its roots within a few years!”
Thick killing intent appeared in Murong Jun’s eyes.
Surprisingly, that killing intent was directed at Yang Cheon, not the Three Cults. He was sincerely holding murderous intent towards Yang Cheon.
“Where did these dog-like bastards sneak into again? I was curious. So I investigated. I poured all the power of the Murim Alliance into that investigation. And I found out. Where one of the Three Cults, the Evil Lust Cult, is connected! In this holy land of the Central Plains, who is the idiot living as the boss without it even being in his destiny by borrowing the power of the borderland barbarians!”
“…!!”
“It was precisely you. Deceiving the eyes of the entire White Path Murim and how you created such a grandiose organization called the Black Dragon Manor, I couldn’t help but admire that Manor Lord Yang’s capability was so great that it transcended imagination, but that wasn’t it!”
Murong Jun pointed at Yang Cheon with his index finger.
“Are you a stooge of the Three Cults?!”
“…You better watch your mouth.”
“If that’s not it! How could a person who is a top powerhouse in the Central Plains and a great senior of the Murim join hands with barbarians and just stuff his own belly!”
“Will you not shut up!!”
Puseuseuseu!
Yang Cheon’s shout truly contained terrifying power. It was to the point that Murong Jun’s body was pushed back smoothly by that shout that was like a sound art.
However, Murong Jun was not intimidated at all. Rather, his qi wave was burning even more fiercely.
“Why are you getting angry? Do you think you have the right to get angry at me?!”
“What?”
“Although the White Path and Black Path have clashed for hundreds of years, we are still people of the Central Plains! Even if our values and cultures are different, we are all the same people of the Central Plains! But you clung to a foreign power, created such a faction, and were putting on airs? Can you really say that you are not in the same boat as the Three Cults!”
Saaaaak!
The qi wave spewing out from Yang Cheon’s body swayed little by little.
He was someone whose emotions had become intense after hearing Murong Jun’s abusive language that was not an abusive language. At the same time, he was more flustered than ever before.
And that fluster originated from one emotion he didn’t want to admit to himself: shame. At Murong Jun’s sharp rebuke, Yang Cheon felt a prick in his chest like a person caught doing a bad deed.
‘This bastard.’
Hwareureureureuk!
The swaying qi wave soon formed a strong density.
He was someone who covered up his shame and fluster with anger. Sharp killing intent appeared in the glint in Yang Cheon’s eyes as he glared at Murong Jun.
“I kept listening, and listening, but your rudeness is crossing the line! Even if I have to wage war with the White Path Murim today, starting with you, I will dye the entire Murong Clan in blood!”
“The target you should attack is!!”
Murong Jun did not flinch at all at Yang Cheon’s spirit.
“The target you should run wild to devour is neither me, nor my family, nor the Murim Alliance! The target you should aim those fists honed for decades at is far away outside the Great Wall!”
“This bastard!”
“Do you know why I took the trouble to come all the way here and argue with you? When the foreign enemies who are vigilantly aiming for the Central Plains are increasing their power right now, do you know the reason why I didn’t go find other powerhouses of Saintly Heaven to appeal to them in tears, but came to you and curse at you like this!”
Murong Jun spoke as if chewing and spitting out.
“Because I still have a shred of expectation for you.”
“What?”
“If I haven’t misjudged the person! I thought that at least the person named Combat King Yang Cheon, even if he doesn’t bow his stiff head, is someone who knows what went wrong, what his own mistake is, and what he has to do even now!”
“…!!”
“If I hadn’t thought so, do you think I would have come here? Yes, I would have come. But I would have called you out to kill you. Even if I had to win over other powerhouses of Saintly Heaven!”
Yang Cheon’s eyes shook.
Murong Jun, who was breathing roughly, quickly caught his breath.
“Manor Lord Yang.”
“…”
“I’ll ask again. Did you join hands with the Evil Lust Cult? Are you in the same boat as the Three Cults?”
“…”
“Why can’t you answer! I’m not asking if you’re an ugly bastard who, with barbarians as your backing, signed a contract with me who knew nothing and tried to hand over the entire Central Plains, starting with the Murim Alliance, to them!”
Rough, and rough again.
Murong Jun’s words had already crossed even the realm of rudeness. He was attacking his opponent recklessly with provocative words that wouldn’t be strange if swords were drawn right away.
Nevertheless, Yang Cheon could not easily open his mouth. The qi wave thick with killing intent that was burning like fire had died down by half at some point.
Because he knows. Because he knows.
Why Murong Jun is angry, why he is glaring at him with such disgusted eyes.
In the first place, Yang Cheon didn’t join hands with the Evil Lust Cult. He just tried to integrate the Black Path by borrowing the power of the Evil Lust Cult.
In other words, he only tried to use their abilities, and he had no intention of becoming on the same side as them from the beginning. If it hadn’t been that, he wouldn’t have disposed of the Black Sheep like that.
But.
‘…Was I also hesitating?’
When the previous Information Department Head Jeong lost his life at the hands of enemies, he had lost consciousness and collapsed due to an unknown cause.
When he woke up again, he intuitively knew why he had collapsed.
‘The Evil Lust Cult Leader!’
That’s right.
He had a one-on-one duel with the Evil Lust Cult Leader outside the Great Wall.
The Evil Lust Cult Leader at that time was already a completed powerhouse. He himself was also like that, but surprisingly, the Evil Lust Cult Leader’s strength was one step above his own.
The trace left by that Evil Lust Cult Leader’s palm was still engraved on his chest. And that palm mark was subtly eating away at his body.
In other words, the Evil Lust Cult Leader also didn’t trust him. The Black Dragon Manor was nothing more than a bridgehead for advancing into the Central Plains, he didn’t view him as a comrade to step forward into the future together.
‘Why did I stay still?’
Yang Cheon thought. Even after realizing that fact, why didn’t he try to attack the Evil Lust Cult?
‘Am I not such a person.’
Combat King Yang Cheon.
Among the Saintly Heaven Thirteen Seats, he is a master of fighting techniques who displays the most outstanding capabilities in mundane fights.
He didn’t need even a tiny piece of metal. Two fists were enough for him to navigate through the world. He didn’t need any faction or weapon.
If they attacked, he responded and smashed them. If they deceived, he smashed them, and if they struck the back of his head, he ground up the opponent’s entire organization.
That was the Combat King. In roaming the world, he had never cared about what any master or faction thought.
But why now? Even after seeing the Evil Lust Cult Leader’s behavior of trying to turn him into a puppet, why didn’t he prepare a counterattack?
‘…!’
Yang Cheon’s eyes became bloodshot.
He could face the fact he didn’t want to admit, the small truth he didn’t even want to recall because he was too ashamed.
‘I can’t win…’
That’s right. Yang Cheon judged that he couldn’t win against the Evil Lust Cult Leader. He had already admitted defeat deep in his heart.
Of course, it wasn’t simply for that reason. Unlike before, he had subordinates he had to feed. He had a family of not one or two, but tens of thousands.
A leader must never act rashly. Yang Cheon knew that fact better than anyone else.
However, it wasn’t that he had just been sitting heavily on his buttocks until now for just that reason.
‘Was I, before I knew it, finding it awkward to engage in my biggest specialty, fighting.’
The rare master who discusses being the first in the Central Plains when it comes to fighting was suddenly avoiding fighting itself.
It was a truly ridiculous matter. To think that he was not trying to use, but rather was afraid of his greatest specialty that brought him this reputation now.
Eudeudeuk.
Yang Cheon ground his teeth.
He felt dizzy at the soaring shame and strong disappointment in himself.
Murong Jun spoke coldly.
“The mobile unit of the Murim Alliance will head to the south passing through Hunan.”
“…?!”
“I heard there is a bastard called a God in the assassin world of the Central Plains. I heard that bastard is participating in the disputes of the White Path sects in the south and eating away at our power.”
“…!!”
“A mobile unit from our alliance will be dispatched to catch him. I don’t know what kind of bastard he is, but I believe the power of the mobile unit I have in mind can somehow handle it.”
While speaking, Murong Jun observed Yang Cheon’s face. It was because he had heard the information that the person named Hong Gwan, who reigns as the Emperor of the assassin world, was a disciple of Yang Cheon.
Sure enough, the light in Yang Cheon’s eyes changed once.
“Is it someone you know?”
“…”
“I don’t know about others, but I see the possibility that he is related to the Three Cults. However, the bastards trying to eat away at the flesh of the White Path are not just the Three Cults.”
Murong Jun’s eyes narrowed.
“Perhaps, is it someone you know.”
For a short moment, Yang Cheon felt a strong urge to deny that fact.
Yang Cheon looked at Murong Jun.
The emotion of doubt cast in those sharp eyes. The eyes of a strategist contemplating how the opponent will come out and ready to respond immediately.
Yang Cheon closed his eyes.
“Did you know?”
“What does that mean? Please speak so I can understand.”
“You already know the fact that he is related to me.”
“…”
“Well, if you have the information power to find out that I founded the Black Dragon Manor by borrowing the power of the Evil Lust Cult, you could have also found out the fact that he has some kind of connection to me.”
The corners of Murong Jun’s mouth went up.
“You admit it. Yes, from what I’ve seen and heard, they said he was your disciple. Was his name Hong Gwan?”
“Yelu Jeok.”
“…?”
“Hong Gwan is an alias. The bastard’s real name is Yelu Jeok.”
“Yelu Jeok…”
“Also, that bastard entered as a disciple of the previous Yin God, acquired all his assassination arts, killed his master and the other disciples, and is acting as the Yin God of the new era.”
Murong Jun frowned.
‘Yin God? The previous one? What is this talking about again.’
Yang Cheon, who had been quietly looking at Murong Jun, turned his body.
“When my thoughts are organized, I will send a separate letter to the Murim Alliance. You should go back now too.”
“Manor Lord Yang.”
“The mobile unit of the Murim Alliance is passing through Hunan? Do as you please. I will open the path at least this time.”
Murong Jun spoke in a gloomy voice.
“You will have to contact me within three months. Otherwise, I will consider the Black Dragon Manor as traitors who joined hands with foreign enemies and attack immediately.”
“Do you people even have that much power?”
“At least it’s not something for you to consider.”
Yang Cheon chuckled.
“Consider yourself lucky, Clan Head Murong. Depending on what judgment I make, I might uproot the Murong Clan before the Three Cults.”
“…!”
“Go back.”