“General Manager Jang.”

Cheon Mubaeck did not raise his voice. It was a relatively calm and small voice, but the surprising thing was that no matter where he was, it was as clear as if he were speaking right into his ear.

The general manager, Jang, who was organizing and sorting out all the documents related to the Blood Demon Valley with Neung-heo inside the pavilion, his back straightened at the clear voice that seemed to be embedded in his head.

Neung-heo clicked his tongue.

“Geez. For a man to be so timid. Huh? I’ve even talked back to that man. Tsk tsk tsk. Look here. A man should live by his guts, not his martial arts.”

Of course, such words would not enter the general manager, Jang’s, ears.

The general manager, Jang, went out, trembling as if he were having a seizure.

“Ugh!”

A groan escaped through his tightly closed lips.

He felt like he wanted to let out a terrible scream like a child.

He gritted his teeth and endured it.

As a demon walking the path of the demonic, he had seen countless terrible sights.

A mountain of corpses?

What was the big deal about that? But it was different now. The mountains of corpses he had seen so far were the figures of the enemies they had killed.

When had he ever seen a mountain of corpses piled up with his own side dead?

‘Th-this blood-crazed demon-like bastard…!’

The general manager, Jang’s, face turned pale as he looked at Cheon Mubaeck’s back.

Among the fallen corpses, there were some he recognized, and there were about three or four who were as skilled as him.

The demons who had been ruthlessly unleashing their ferocious demonic nature had all become just cold corpses.

Even after dealing with the Five Stars Biryang, he had killed the demons as they came and had made them like that.

At the formidable divine might, the general manager, Jang’s, body trembled.

Even the vicious demon trembled at Cheon Mubaeck’s cruel hand.

“D-did you call?”

“Tell me the name of the guy who came in at the front.”

Cheon Mubaeck said so and unfolded the death list.

The general manager, Jang, sighed inwardly. Although the concept of comrades among demons was not very affectionate, he felt guilty for the act of calling out the names of his own side one by one. Because it felt like he was pronouncing a death sentence by calling out the names of the condemned.

“The one at the front is the Asura Sword Im Cheokdo, the one on the right is the Three Needle Kill Jeokmo, and the one next to him is…”

When the long roll call was over, a satisfied smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck’s lips.

“Finally, all the guys from Hubei Province have come.”

Goosebumps rose on the general manager, Jang’s, body.

This was the last. All the demons belonging to the Blood Demon Valley who were working in the shadows in Hubei Province that he knew of were now them.

Because he had written the death list himself and had confirmed the names one by one.

“Cross them all out in red.”

“…!”

The general manager, Jang, bit his lip, took the death list, and crossed out the names one by one.

And then, at the very end.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw his name written at the end of the Hubei Province demon list. He hadn’t written it. It wasn’t his handwriting. Cheon Mubaeck had written it.

The general manager, Jang’s, head lifted unnaturally, as if it were breaking.

His gaze met with Cheon Mubaeck’s, who was looking down at him.

A nonchalant voice flowed out.

“Whether I erase that name, or draw a red line over it. I’ll think about it after the work is done.”

If he showed a corner to escape, a slight sign of letting him live, a person would not give up easily.

Unless he was a master who had transcended life and death, or someone who had cultivated the Tao.

And on top of that, Cheon Mubaeck had used the general manager, Jang, as if he were useful, according to his own intentions, and had made him feel as if he were receiving special treatment, unlike his comrades who were all dying.

Because of that, the general manager, Jang, trembled with fear, but followed Cheon Mubaeck’s instructions with a small hope that he might be able to live.

“Now. Let’s see.”

A middle-aged man with a good physique.

Im Cheokdo, who had a moderately good-natured face if one didn’t know him, had stopped in front of the main gate, unable to dare to enter.

“Asura Sword Im Cheokdo. Twenty-second star in the valley’s ranking. Disguised as the chief of the Cheongrin Escort Agency, he is the contact network of the Blood Demon Valley organization in Hubei Province and is also in charge of fundraising. His martial arts are at the top of the peak. Is that right?”

At Cheon Mubaeck’s clear voice, Im Cheokdo’s face contorted like a demon.

A gaze full of bewilderment went to the general manager, Jang, next to Cheon Mubaeck.

“General Manager Jang, no, Jang Gwangdo! You betrayed us?”

The general manager, Jang, closed his eyes tightly.

“Betrayal, what betrayal. I’m just looking for a way to live.”

Anger appeared on Im Cheokdo’s face.

“You, you son of a bitch. I’ll skin you alive and chew on your intestines!”

“You should talk about that after you get past me first.”

Im Cheokdo bit his lip at Cheon Mubaeck’s words, which exquisitely cut in between breaths.

The corpses around, the general manager, Jang’s, betrayal, and Cheon Mubaeck standing there, covered in blood.

Im Cheokdo, who had grasped what was going on, let out a sigh on his own.

‘Oh no, it was a mistake! The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero is an absolute master who has already reached the realm of entering the divine!’

The assumption he had had, just in case, was revealed before his eyes, and the back of his neck went cold.

‘Wait, don’t tell me… did he intend for all of this to happen?’

His body hardened at the thought that came to him in an instant.

‘To kill all the demons in Hubei Province through the general manager, Jang?’

It was cunning. Truly cunning.

Perhaps he had even predicted how he would agonize over how to send his forces, all on the palm of his hand.

He had deliberately given a vague request for support that was hard to grasp accurately, and had predicted that he would act cautiously. He had intended for him to divide his forces and send them.

“What a truly vicious thought and plan! He was a snake-like bastard. Did you send a letter like that, knowing that things would turn out like this?”

“What?”

Cheon Mubaeck’s brow furrowed, as if it were an unexpected sound. Im Cheokdo snorted as if it were absurd.

“Hmph. You wicked bastard. With that innocent face like a young master who knows nothing of the world, you’re making schemes like this behind the scenes? Do you think I don’t know? Didn’t you send a letter like this to defeat the organizations in Hubei Province one by one!”

At those words, Cheon Mubaeck closed his mouth firmly. In an instant, the admiring gazes of Neung-heo and the general manager, Jang, poured in. As Cheon Mubaeck remained silent, Neung-heo quietly clicked his tongue.

“Geez. After going to Wudang, he can even tell fortunes. What a great man. Really.”

Of course, Cheon Mubaeck’s inner thoughts were completely different.

‘No… they came separately on their own, what kind of nonsense are they talking about?’

Thanks to that, the work was easy. His body condition was not normal, but if this enormous number had come at him with all their might at once.

To be honest, Cheon Mubaeck had even secured an escape route. If something happened, he would run away and kill the guys who were chasing him one by one.

But thanks to them splitting their forces and coming in succession, he had enough time to rest and circulate his qi in the middle.

When Cheon Mubaeck smiled as if it were absurd, Im Cheokdo gripped his sword tightly.

“I was played on the palm of his hand!”

Im Cheokdo looked at Cheon Mubaeck and was lost in thought for a moment.

Although the opponent had used a scheme and had defeated most of the Blood Demon Valley demons one by one.

The remaining number was still a hundred.

The opponent would probably be reluctant to fight a hundred demons.

He didn’t know for sure. Whether he could make a final negotiation.

“What do you want? Why on earth are you doing this?”

But Cheon Mubaeck’s reply was cold.

“What I want? Rather than what I want, I like things clean.”

“Clean things?”

“If there’s filth on the street, it smells and makes you frown, doesn’t it?”

“You, you son of a bitch…”

Since he had compared them to filth, the possibility of negotiation was nonexistent.

Im Cheokdo quickly rolled his head.

‘But from the looks of it… he seems to be somewhat tired?’

Im Cheokdo was also a demon whose sense in battle was unparalleled.

He could roughly guess what Cheon Mubaeck’s condition was.

‘He’s tired. He’s definitely tired. Well, he fought with the Five Stars elder, and even if it was one by one, he killed so many demons… as a human.’

At that point, Im Cheokdo made up his mind.

When he glanced around, it seemed that the leaders of the organizations, including Chief Jeok, were thinking similarly.

‘We have to finish it in one go. In the process, three or four of us might lose our lives.’

‘I will sacrifice myself.’

‘I will also die here.’

‘I will hold onto the guy’s legs.’

Certainly, Im Cheokdo’s prediction was accurate. A not-so-easy experience in the martial world and a natural sense of battle.

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck’s breathing had become rough, and the flow of his internal qi was not smooth and was cut off in the middle.

As expected, Cheon Mubaeck was tired.

Because he had fought fiercely with the Five Stars and had struck down all the enemies that had been pouring in like a flood all night. No matter how much he had rested in the middle, it was the limit of his body.

When Im Cheokdo gave the signal, the seven leaders of the organizations drew a trajectory at once and reached Cheon Mubaeck.

“Die!”

The three who had sacrificed themselves drew a trajectory and shot up abruptly.

An attack that was thrown, disregarding their own bodies.

One aimed for Cheon Mubaeck’s lower body, one for his right arm, and one for his back.

Since it was an attack that was poured out, disregarding defense, it was terribly ominous.

Im Cheokdo raised his sword above his head a beat later and rushed in.

Those three had no choice but to die. But they would be able to tie up Cheon Mubaeck’s hands and feet for a moment. That was enough. A judgment to split his head in the short moment when Cheon Mubaeck’s body was tied up by the sacrifice.

Cheon Mubaeck stood up from under the tree and swung his relatively free left hand. A pure white, frost-like energy was sprinkled.

Pat, pat, pat!

At the same time, he kicked up the three pebbles scattered on the floor with his foot.

Peok! Peok! Peok!

The three pebbles were accurately embedded in the crowns of the three who were rushing in.

“…!”

Im Cheokdo was flustered as the three who had gone ahead collapsed like puppets with their strings cut.

Since it was a simple straight trajectory, he could have avoided those stones as much as he wanted.

He couldn’t avoid it. But since Im Cheokdo had already thrown his body, he swung his sword vertically without hesitation.

No, he was about to swing.

“……!”

His body, in the posture of raising his sword, was stiff as if it were frozen and did not move.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to move. At the same time as the creaking sound from his body, he had an intuition. This was wrong. A brief hesitation. A momentary stop. Just by that, the trajectory of the sword was completely off.

In the meantime, Cheon Mubaeck’s blade flashed. He felt a stinging sensation on his neck.

Through his slanting vision, Im Cheokdo saw the ice frost frozen on his hand and sword.

‘Ice art…’

And then his head fell and rolled on the ground.

Cheon Mubaeck swung his sword without hesitation. The leaders of the organizations who had been rushing in with a good momentum collapsed without even being able to let out a scream.

At that terrible and unrealistic sight, some of the weaker-minded subordinate demons turned pale.

“I-I have to let them know! This news!”

Someone shouted so and headed outside.

Kwajik!

“……!”

But that intention was not achieved. A refreshing bald head that had shot up from outside the gate, and he collapsed with his chest wide open from a hearty palm strike.

A monk soaked in blood appeared over the spreading blood.

“All the Arhat Monks, open the killing precept, and kill every single one of them so that not a single one can escape!”

With a bloody tone that was hard to believe had come from a monk’s mouth, the Monk Muso and the Arhat Monks blocked the exit at once.

When the Arhat Monks seriously joined the fight, the atmosphere changed rapidly.

Because Cheon Mubaeck had already killed all the leaders of the organizations.

“If I catch all these guys, is Hubei Province all cleaned up?”

The streets should be clean.

If there’s horse dung, cow dung, trash, leftover food, and someone’s vomit on the streets you always walk on.

How dirty is that?

“The current Central Plains is like that.”

The best is to prevent the streets from getting dirty in the first place.

But if it’s already dirty, someone has to clean up that filth and wipe the streets clean, right?

Cheon Mubaeck liked the street cleaners.

The stray dogs that ate dung, the servants who cleaned the front yards of the great houses, the beasts that ate the food…

The streets are clean because of the street cleaners.

“There are not enough cleaners in the Central Plains.”

Well.

Rather than there not being enough cleaners.

“There’s too much trash and filth.”

There is one commonality among the geniuses who have achieved outstanding achievements in a certain field.

That is that they have a strange belief that looks like an obsession.

Cheon Mubaeck was also like that.

“This damn obsession with cleanliness.”

It would be good if the streets were clean, and it would be good if the Central Plains were also clean, right?

So Cheon Mubaeck had made up his mind.

Well, what the hell. He would serve as a cleaner.

If he cleaned cleanly, who knows. Maybe they would show him a clue to the sword’s edge, saying he did a good job.

“I’ve cleaned up Henan, and I’ve cleaned up Shaanxi, and now I’ve almost cleaned up Hubei, but there’s still so much filth left.”

A smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck’s lips.

(End of Chapter)

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