Chapter 115: Chapter 115
Pyo-wol felt like the back of his head was about to be pierced.
That's how intense Jin Geum-woo's gaze was.
'He has good senses.'
Pyo-wol already knew that Jin Geum-woo was suspicious of him. While Jin Geum-woo didn't know that Pyo-wol was the assassin, it was clear Jin Geum-woo thought Pyo-wol had something to do with the incident.
It was not possible by any rational judgment or reasoning to remember the eyes he met once and associate himself with the assassin. So it was definitely a sense close to an instinct of an animal that made him reached that conclusion.
It was the first time for Pyo-wol to meet a person like Jin Geum-woo.
So he found him interesting.
If Jin Geum-woo was suspicious of Pyo-wol by relying on his beast-like sense, Pyo-wol became interested in the human being, Jin Geum-woo.
So he acted ambiguously on purpose.
Pyo-wol doesn't know why Jin Geum-woo is looking for him, but if he observes him closely, he'll soon find out why.
Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.
Although Pyo-wol had no friends, there were countless people whom he could call his enemies. And Jin Geum-woo was now one of them.
Pyo-wol stopped by a store run by Lim Kwon-ok.
"Have you been well, Master?"
"Welcome!"
The workers welcomed Pyo-wol.
To be precise, they welcomed Lim Kwon-ok.
Pyo-wol nodded and went inside. The workers did not know that the real Lim Kwon-ok had already died a long time ago. That's because Steward Go had meticulously managed it.
Inside the shop was Pyo-wol's residence.
The entrance was operated by an engine, so anyone who did not know how to unlock it could never enter. The entry of workers was of course strictly prohibited.
As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with a large room. This was Lim Kwon-ok's residence. While it had no windows leading to the outside, it had hidden machineries in the room.
When Pyo-wol manipulated one of the machines, the floor opened and a staircase leading to the basement appeared.
Pyo-wol went down the stairs without hesitation. The further down he went, the stronger the revolting smell came up. The stench was so bad that an average person would not be able to stand it.
However, Pyo-wol continued to walk without an expression of disgust.
At the end of the stairs, a canal full of filth appeared.
All the filth thrown away by the people of Chengdu was discharged through the waterway where Pyo-wol stood. Pyo-wol stepped on the slightly protruding part above the waterway and walked.
A foul-smelling filth was running under his feet. Even the demons of Hell would be reluctant to approach a place where there's a smell that could shake even the soul.
Pyo-wol paralyzed his sense of smell.
He can enhance and develop his senses to the extreme, and he can also paralyze it at will. Thanks to this, Pyo-wol was able to walk freely even with the revolting stench.
The waterway was like a spider's web, connecting the underground of Chengdu. As long as anyone could tolerate the repulsive stench of the waterway, they could freely go in and out of Chengdu.
This was Pyo-wol's third den.
This was a place that no one would dare to go. Most people don't even know this kind of place exists.
Pyo-wol thought that this place suited him very well.
Although he had disguised himself with a splendid appearance of a businessman, his essence was laid out more appropriately here. So he felt more comfortable.
There were no lights, no maps.
If an ordinary person entered, it was clear that they would lose their sense of direction and eventually lose their life. However, Pyo-wol walked forward without hesitation.
After walking for a long time, he arrived at a dead-end waterway. Pyo-wol lifted his head and looked up at the ceiling. A faint light was seeping in.
As Pyo-wol pushed the ceiling, a passage leading to the outside appeared.
"Hm?"
When Pyo-wol appeared, a voice was heard.
"Ugh! What's that smell! Oh? It's you, brother."
The man who covered his nose, and fanned his hands was Tang Sochu.
Tang Sochu looked at Pyo-wol, who suddenly appeared from the floor with a frown on his forehead.
The dead end of the waterway was directly connected to Tang Sochu's workshop.
"Wait."
Pyo-wol radiated his qi to the outside.
Paang!
The terrible smell disappeared under the influence of qi. Only then did Tang Sochu release his hand covering his nose.
"I told you not to pass through there."
"I couldn't help it. There's someone keeping an eye on me."
"Really? Who?"
"Those from the outside."
"Did you do something suspicious?"
"Not at all."
But the doubts of some were overshadowed by the voices of others.
"Since the sect leader died so tragically, there must have been a lot of agitation for the previous members, right? So of course a lot of people must have left. There's nothing weird about seeing new faces filling in the vacancy."
Eventually, the reasoning of others buried the doubts others may have.
People in the neighborhood were fully satisfied with the reopening of the Thunder Clan. Thus, in the interest of the people, the Thunder Clan quickly reorganized its internal system.
At the center of it was Wu Jinghua.
Wu Jinghua was one of the former disciples of Tae Yeonho, who was the previous sect leader.
Although his martial arts were excellent, he was not able to stand out because he was covered by the shadow of Nam Hosan. However, he gained his sect member's trust because he was very loyal to the previous sect leader Tae Yeonho.
When Tae Yeonho lost his life to Mu Jeong-jin of the Qingcheng sect, the person who grieved the most was also Wu Jinghua.
Wu Jinghua and his disciples were imprisoned in a guest hall of the Qingcheng sect and could not even hold Tae Yeonho's funeral.
In the end, when the Qingcheng sect suffered great damage from Pyo-wol, they managed to regain their freedom, but at that time, the Thunder Clan had already suffered irreparable damage.
While the members were imprisoned in the Qingcheng sect, several people had trespassed the empty Thunder Clan and robbed them of their wealth.
In an instant, the Thunder Clan became poor.
In that way, Wu Jinghua and the rest of the disciples lost everything.
The Qingcheng sect was in a hurry to fix the damage they suffered from Pyo-wol, so they did not even apologize to the Thunder Clan.
Their resentment and anger against the Qingcheng sect were as high as the sky. However, in reality, there was no way for them to take revenge on the Qingcheng sect.
'So they called for someone.''
Wu Jinghua raised his head and looked at the person sitting in front of him.
The person was sitting in the midst of Wu Jinghua's five disciples.
It was difficult to tell whether the person was a man or a woman.
His entire body was wrapped with a black cloth. Because of that, no one would be able to tell his real face, let alone his gender.
The Thunder Clan disciples didn't know if the person had wrapped the cloth around his body like this from the beginning, or if he was dressed like this only when he appeared in Jianghu.
Heukam.
He was the person sent by Hyeolbul of the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
He did not show up for a long time even after Wu Jinghua and the men returned to the Thunder Clan. Because of that, the anger of the Thunder Clan had risen to the top of their heads.
They only believed in Heukam since he was sent by Hyeolbul but he seemed to have neglected his job and did nothing. Some disciples of the Thunder Clan even went so far as to say that they were deceived by the sect leader of the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
Heukam opened his mouth.
"Go up to Mt. Qingcheng in three days."
"Are you talking about us?"
"The preparations have already been made. All you need to do is climb Mt. Qingcehng and ask them about their sins."
"Don't you have to tell us exactly what you've prepared, so that we can trust you and act accordingly?"
"You don't need to know."
"This..."
Wu Jinghua's eyebrows twitched at the attitude of Heukam. While Wu Jinghua managed to suppress his anger, not everyone was so patient.
"Don't talk nonsense. We didn't go all the way to Xiaoleiyin Temple to bring you and hear you talk about that kind of bullshit."
Lee Chu-young, a fellow disciple of Wu Jinghua, shouted.
Lee Chu-young was greatly dissatisfied with Heukam, who had been acting arbitrarily without consulting them. So when he heard about Heukam's orders, he unknowingly exploded in anger.
At that moment, Heukam disappeared from people's sight.
"Keuk!"
Suddenly, a stuffy groan escaped from Lee Chu-young's mouth.
People were startled and looked at Lee Chu-young. They saw the figure of Heukam suddenly standing in front of Lee Chu-young.
Heukam waved his hand toward Lee Chu-young's face. People looked at him blankly, wondering what he was trying to do.
That was then.
"Argh!"
Suddenly, Lee Chu-young screamed and rolled over on the floor.
Lee Chu-young scratched his head and body with his fingernails. Although his flesh and muscles were torn, he did not stop his actions.
He didn't stop scratching his body until he died. The appearance of Lee Chu-young, whose body was stripped of its skin, was terrifying.
Something was wriggling in Lee Chu-young's blood, but no one caught notice of it.
Heukam looked around the people and said,
"Insulting me is like insulting the sect leader. I will never forgive anyone who insults sect leader Hyeolbul."
"Heuck!"
The people looked at Heukam with frightened expressions.
'Oh my god! What have we done?'
'We have summoned a demon!'
Only then did they realize that something was wrong.
The voice of Heukam rang out again,
"As I said previously, after three days, you will all climb up Mt. Qingcheng. Those who do not follow my instructions will end up the same as him."