Chapter 72: Chapter 72
Bang!
The door burst open and a group of people entered the room. It was the Black Cloud Corps led by Heo Ranju and the Daoshi Goh.
Daoshi Goh looked around the room and said.
"Looks like he had already left this place."
The room was empty. The blankets were neatly folded, and there was no trace of anyone lying on the bed.
Hyulseung who looked closely inside the room said,
"He didn't come here last night."
"Did he move out of the guest house knowing that we were going to attack him?"
"I don't think that's the case. It seems like he just paid for the room and didn't come in."
"Huu..."
Daoshi Goh let out a sigh.
Hyulseung was not only strong in martial arts, but he was also good at using his head. Because of this, Heo Ranju and the Daoshi Goh greatly trusted the judgment of Hyulseung.
Daoshi Goh looked at Heo Ranju.
"What are we going to do? Should we just wait here for him to come back? Or do we retreat?"
"It's no use waiting. I don't think he's going to come back here."
"Why do you think so?"
"He's the type of person who plans his movements so meticulously. He knows that he'll be the first one to be suspected, so why would he come back?"
"You got a point."
"I might be a crazy bitch who's obsessed with a person's looks. But I swear when we meet again, I'm going to tear him apart."
Heo Ranju looked like a poisonous snake. She thinks that she has been thoroughly abused by Pyo-wol.
"We have to catch that person immediately."
"Daoshi Goh, do you think he will do more damage?"
"Did you not see what he did? He's strong in martial arts, and he's even cruel. He is also heartless. If we let this guy run wild, the repercussions will never end."
The always smiling Daoshi Goh stopped smiling. It was proof that he was taking the situation seriously.
The person who led the Black Cloud Corps was Jang Muryang, but the group's emotional support was Daoshi Goh.
Daoshi Goh helped the Black Cloud Corps unite as one with his unique humorous atmosphere. However, Daoshi Goh was not just a good-natured person.
He was the epitome of the common saying, a wolf in sheeps's clothing.1
He hides a knife in his laughter, making him even more terrifying.
It was rare for Daoshi Goh to express his feelings so frankly. That was proof that he was accepting Pyo-wol as a threat.
"From the first time I saw it, I knew he was strong."
"Damn it! You didn't say that back then."
"Do I have to tell you? Anyway, be careful."
"What?"
"You fell in love with that bastard once."
"Hey! When did I? I'm Heo Ranju, the blood keeper. If I taste a guy, I will only eat them. I won't actually give them my heart." Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
"Come on! Keep that determination for a long time. If you give your heart to him for nothing, I will kill you first."
For a moment, Heo Ranju felt a chill in her spine.
Although Daoshi Goh spoke with a smiling face, he was the type of man who could put his words into practice at any time.
"Don't worry. It will never happen."
"Huh, of course."
He returned his characteristic smile. Still, Heo Ranju couldn't relax. Heo Ranju looked at the Hyulseung.
"Well, did you find anything?"
"Not at all. He didn't leave a single trace."
"What the hell do you know how to do?"
"Namu Amida Butsu! Why are you singling me out? Do you think I'm a punching bag or something?"
Hyulseung sighed at the beatings of Heo Ranju. Daoshi Goh shook his head.
"Huu! These bastards can't stand still. By the way, do you have any idea where the guy went? Perhaps...?"
An ominous thought crept into his mind. However, Daoshi Goh quickly shook his head to deny his thoughts.
"No! He probably won't."
* * *
Golden Gates has provided an annex for the recovery of Cheong-yeob.
It was an independent annex where he could recuperate without worrying about the outside world. As soon as Cheong-yeob returned to the Golden Gate, he stayed in the annex and started meditating.
He might have suppressed Jeonghwa, but in the process, he also suffered quite a few internal injuries. If not treated in a timely manner, he would have a deep internal wound that he would have to endure for the rest of his life.
But Cheong-yeob wasn't worried.
Fortunately, the Qingcheng sect had the Ungong Yosang1 method that can be used in such a case.
Ungong Yosang, which has been developed for hundreds of years, has superior efficacy compared to other sects.
Thanks to this, he was able to pass through a critical moment even though it had only been three hours since the method had been carried out.
"Huu!"
Cheong-yeob opened his eyes as he exhaled the breath he had trapped deep in his lungs. His eyes were clearer than before he came here.
Still, he could not help but be bothered.
It was because it was only a temporary measure of dealing with his internal injuries and not a proper treatment.
In order to completely heal his internal injuries, he had to go back to the Qingcheng sect, take the necessary pills, and focus on practicing the Ungong Yosang for more than two or three months.
"But should we be satisfied with the suppression of Jeonghwa for now?"
Although he still hasn't fully healed from his wounds, he did not doubt that he would not be able to handle a single assassin.
No matter how deeply wounded he was, he was still the one one who would become the next sect leader of the Qingcheng sect. If he couldn't even handle a single assassin, he had nothing to say if he was stripped of his position as a great disciple.
"Pyo-wol! You made a big mistake today. You had to just hide in the dark until the end. If you did, you would have saved your insignificant life for a few more days."
Shuaack!
Cheong-yeob's sword cut through the darkness, and a fierce sword energy flew towards Pyo-wol. However, Pyo-wol shook off the sword's energy by moving to the side and then he rushed forward.
He did not take out the phantom dagger or the Soul-Reaping Thread4, which he has been using frequently.
It was not Aguido, a German martial artist, but the Emei's technique, Pyoseol Cheonunjang that killed Cheong-yeob today.
Pyoseol Cheonunjang was very difficult to learn due to the philosophy of the Emei sect.
Without mastering the depths of Emei, it would have been impossible to even dream of displaying its true power.
However, Pyo-wol replaced Emei's deep philosophy with the Sub-Thunder Snake method.
As a result, Pyoseol Cheonunjang became more shady and destructive.
It actually transcended the power of the original.
Kwaang!
As Pyo-wol swung his hand, fierce pressure struck Cheong-yeob.
Cheong-yeob swung his sword to try and repel the tension.
Bang!
The bounced energy struck the wall of the annex and made it collapse. The wall shook precariously as if the outbuildings were about to collapse at any moment.
"What?"
"Isn't that the residence of the brother Cheong-yeob?"
At the sudden commotion, the disciples of the Qingcheng sect and the Golden Gates ran out in worry. At that moment, the two men broke through the roof of the annex and soared into the air.
One was Cheong-yeob, and the other was a unidentifiable man who had his face half-covered with a scarf.
Cheong-yeob wanted to announce Pyo-wol's true identity right now.
However, when he tried to open his mouth while spreading his qi, because of his deep internal wound, his qi ended up scattering and thus flowed back.
Because of that, Cheong-yeob couldn't say anything and had to unleash his sword techniques with his lips closed.
'I just have to subdue him. It's not too late to reveal his identity after I overpower him.'
Shuaack!
His sword pierced the darkness and shot towards Pyo-wol. However, Pyo-wol escaped the sword energy of Cheong-yeob just by narrowly dodging in the air.
The disciples of the Qingcheng sect tried to help Cheong-yeob, but the fight between the two was so intense that they did not dare to intervene.
At that moment, Pyo-wol unleashes the Pyoseol Cheonunjang.
Hoo-woong!
A force of immense power, incomparable to anything before, was shot towards Cheong-yeob.
"Is that the Pyoseol Cheonunjang?"
"Then is that person an Emei sect's warrior?"
Some soldiers of the Qingcheng sect recognized Pyo-wol's swordsmanship technique. This is because Pyoseol Cheonunjang was such a famous attack.
"Something like this..."
Cheong-yeob pulled up all of his remaining inner strength and put it in his sword. The intention was to cut through the incoming energy at once.
All of his internal energy would be exhausted, but he expected that the disciples of the Qingcheng sect would come running to help him.
He swung his sword with all his might.
Hoo-hung!
But his sword tore through the air in vain. Cheong-yeob widened his eyes.
Because the impossible happened.
It was impossible even in a dream to miss a sword that had been trained for decades. Cheong-yeob looked at his legs involuntarily. Because he felt something wrapped around his leg.
It was a thread of qi, which could not be distinguished with the naked eye.
At the decisive moment, Pyo-wol used the Soul-Reaping Thread and disturbed the balance of Cheong-yeob. The subtle difference made the Cheong-yeob fail to deflect the incoming attack.
Bang!
At the chest of Cheong-yeob, traces of the Pyoseol Cheonunjang could be seen.
"Keuk!"
Cheong-yeob let out a desperate scream and fell to the floor.
"Senior Brother!"
"Oh, no!"
The disciples of Qingcheng sect and Golden Gates ran in haste.
But by the time they arrived, Cheong-yeob had already stopped breathing and died.
In the face of Cheong-yeob's terrible death, the Qingcheng sect and Golden Gates warriors lost their minds.
"Follow him!"
"The Emei sect killed Senior Brother Cheong-yeob!"
"We must take revenge!"
The disciples of Qingcheng sect and Golden Gates simultaneously lost their reason.
In front of them, Cheong-yeob lost his life because of the Emei sect's swordsmanship technique. They thought that Emei had sent a highly skilled warrior to get revenge.
The disciples ran out without anyone stopping them.
Their destination was the Hundred Flower Room where the disciples of Emei stayed.
"AHH!"
"Let's drive the dirty Emei disciples out of the city!"
"We must take revenge on behalf of Senior Brother Cheong-yeob!"
The night streets of Chengdu were filled with their voices.
The night sky of Chengdu, which had barely calmed down, began to be dyed with blood again.