Chapter 81: Justice Will Prevail (2)

Three days had passed.

In that time, nothing had happened, and yet, many things had.

-Myeong, I… don’t think I can.

-It’s alright, Brother Chun-baek. Don’t push yourself.

-…I’m sorry.

-No. I was the one who was inconsiderate. I apologize.

-Chwipung-gae. Please forgive my rudeness.

-Don’t mind it.

Lee Chun-baek left Chwipung-gae’s hovel and took up residence in a nearby inn.

It was a decision made because staying in a beggar’s hovel for an extended period was difficult, a reaction and behavior of an ordinary person.

Such was the life of a beggar.

A life so harsh that even a rugged wanderer couldn’t endure it.

In the first place, who with money would want to stay in a beggar’s hovel?

-I will be staying here.

-Hmm?

There was one.

And he was even the scion of a wealthy, renowned clan.

-…But why?

-Because I want to.

-…But why?

-Surely you wouldn’t turn away a guest?

-…Do as you please.

He wanted to refuse, but he couldn’t.

It was because of the laws of the Beggar’s Gang.

The beggars of the Gang were beings who were not welcomed as guests anywhere.

Knowing that sorrow better than anyone, the Beggar’s Gang neither treated guests poorly nor turned them away.

This meant that if someone came to a beggar’s hovel and asked to stay, they had to willingly oblige.

In reality, it was a law that was practically non-existent since no guest ever sought to stay in a beggar’s hovel, but a law was a law.

Chwipung-gae could not refuse.

Moreover, seeing the confident look in Dancheon Myeong’s eyes, it was clear that the man knew of the law’s existence.

In any case.

Unlike Lee Chun-baek, Dancheon Myeong settled into Chwipung-gae’s hovel, eating and sleeping there.

The exact reason was unknown.

Chwipung-gae could only surmise that he wished to solidify their relationship of trust before undertaking the great task.

However…

-I knew you’d have it hidden here.

Dancheon Myeong found the premium cloudy rice wine that Chwipung-gae had stashed away and gulped it down.

-Oh! There’s meat today. As expected, Chwipung-gae’s begging skills are the best in the Jianghu.

Dancheon Myeong scooped a handful of food from the begging bowl and shoveled it into his mouth.

In the process, the way he subtly slipped a piece of meat into his hand was no different from a seasoned beggar.

-Get some sleep.

-Are you really going to sleep here?

-Then?

-Do you think you’ll be able to sleep in a place like this?

-Zzzzz-

Dancheon Myeong pulled the straw mat of the hovel over himself and fell into a deep sleep.

Analysis and deduction were akin to the instincts of a member of the Beggar’s Gang.

‘Does the Dancheon Clan raise their illegitimate children in a den of beggars…?’

These were times that forced Chwipung-gae, who disliked information that hadn’t been verified for consistency, to conjure up such an absurd hypothesis in his mind.

One day, after three days had passed.

“Is anyone here?”

The voice of an outsider was suddenly heard.

“Who is it?”

A visitor at a beggar’s hovel—this too was an unfamiliar occurrence.

When he pushed aside the entrance cover, a stranger was standing in front of the hovel.

“Hmm.”

Though the person was a stranger, Chwipung-gae recognized the visitor’s identity.

It was because his attire was that of the Murim Alliance’s Special Operations Unit.

The Murim Alliance’s Special Operations Unit.

It was a group close to a secret organization, but it was impossible for the Six-Knot Beggar Chwipung-gae not to know of their existence.

“Excuse me.”

After saying so, the man, who had stopped like a stone statue, had his Adam’s apple vibrate a few times. After a moment.

“Pardon the intrusion.”

Leaving those words behind, the man vanished like a phantom.

The Special Operations Unit member’s telepathy was directed at Dancheon Myeong.

Chwipung-gae discovered a fragment of the puzzling cause and effect.

The Murim Alliance’s Special Operations Unit—if it were them, they would surely possess information that even the Beggar’s Gang was unaware of.

“Let’s go.”

Dancheon Myeong, who had been sprawled out in the hovel like a beggar, rose to his feet.

“Go where?”

Chwipung-gae asked, hiding the anticipation he felt inside.

Dancheon Myeong, who still carried the air of a noble clan’s scion despite having eaten and lived in a beggar’s hovel, smiled faintly.

“We must go and capture the Yin Blood Divine Demon.”

He said so.

“Excellent.”

It was the news Chwipung-gae had been eagerly awaiting.

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Kwa-kwang!

A mighty force, the likes of which ordinary people had never even imagined, descended upon the peaceful village.

Crack-

A massive tree fell violently.

Rumble-

A house collapsed.

Crack-

The earth split open.

“Aaargh!”

“Run away!”

“Mommy!”

All sorts of sounds mixed, adding to the chaos, and the once tranquil village was instantly crushed by terror.

Destruction and chaos.

And all the sounds that stemmed from them.

“Excellent.”

It could be said that these were all things the Yin Blood Divine Demon, Goru Gwang, loved.

Savoring the pleasure he hadn’t experienced in a long time, the Yin Blood Divine Demon, Goru Gwang, wore a broad smile.

It was satisfying now, but it was not yet enough.

It was because there were things Goru Gwang loved even more than the sounds he was hearing now.

Crunch-

This unique sound of a human bone breaking, and.

“Kuaargh!”

The scream of a human writhing in agony.

This was it.

This was the sound the Yin Blood Divine Demon, Goru Gwang, loved the most. It was something he couldn’t quit, as if he were addicted.

Typically, masters of the highest level considered it a virtue to kill their opponents in a single blow.

This was because the fewer moves exchanged with an opponent, the more it proved one’s own loftiness.

But Goru Gwang’s methods held no such virtue.

To put it differently, it meant he had no mercy.

It was also because, due to his nature that had blossomed since childhood, he had never learned mercy for others.

The Yin Blood Divine Demon, Goru Gwang, enjoyed inflicting pain on his opponent more than defeating them, more than killing them.

That was his very nature.

If one were to ask for a reason, it was because that way was more enjoyable.

Since inflicting pain on others was more enjoyable than achieving victory, this too could be called the natural order.

Goru Gwang’s most preferred method was to break the femur in the thigh, the largest bone in the human body.

The reason being, that method could draw out the greatest pain from the opponent.

Kwa-jak-!

“Kuaaaaargh!”

By doing so, one could create a sight like that of the stout man currently rolling on the ground before Goru Gwang, unable to get up.

Naturally, the scream was also the most intense.

Thwack-!

“Keo-heok.”

Breaking the collarbone also had its own flavor.

The resulting sound was quiet and the feel of it in his hand was somewhat lacking, but the uniquely pained expression of a human with a broken collarbone stimulated Goru Gwang’s imagination.

Stab-Screech!

“Uwaaaargh!”

The open fracture that could be created by precisely kicking the back of an opponent’s knee also had its own appeal.

In particular, the unique sadistic sound of the shin bone tearing through the skin was the highlight.

“This is ecstatic.”

Goru Gwang enjoyed the present with the heart of a hungry ghost enjoying a feast.

No matter how much he indulged, he would never be satisfied, but in any case, for now, he was very satisfied and pleased. Though he would feel hungry again soon enough.

If he did this to the cult members, he might get caught by the Heavenly Demon or Wisu and be confined for a long period like last time, but now he had no such worries.

Hadn’t he deliberately left the cult’s territory and come all the way to Shaanxi to release his uncontrollable lust?

Even the Cult Leader or the Chief Strategist couldn’t reprimand Goru Gwang for killing outsiders.

It was because he too was a respectable member of the Divine Demons.

Therefore.

A scene of pandemonium was unfolding in a certain village in Shaanxi.

The cause of it was the Yin Blood Divine Demon, Goru Gwang, and him alone.

The subordinates of the Crimson Fang Goru Clan who accompanied Goru Gwang stood at attention as if a disciplined army was in formation.

It was because they knew well that if they were to accidentally take away Goru Gwang’s pleasure, they would have to compensate for that pleasure with their own lives.

They stood without moving a single finger, as if they were soulless.

“You scouuundrel!”

Clang!

With a roar, a swordsman bravely drew his sword.

The swordsman soared through the air with heroic spirit and stood before Goru Gwang.

His appearance did not hide his surging anger, and the movement technique reflecting his state of mind was quite rough.

Woooong-

Could it be that this was Shaanxi, one of the heartlands of the Righteous Murim?

Even in a small village, far from being called a city, there was a master who had reached the Peak Realm.

The aura he exuded resembled that of Mount Hua; it seemed he was a lay disciple of Mount Hua.

Mount Hua was a rather interesting place. It was because their swordsmanship, which took swiftness, illusion, and change as its principles, was enjoyable to face.

“Ho.”

Goru Gwang’s harsh eyes curved into a crescent.

“You look a bit more delicious.”

Massacring those who fled was also fun, but playing with one who resisted and struggled was an excellent amusement for him as well.

“Shut up, you evil villain!”

With a shout full of rage, the Peak Realm swordsman, not even allowing for a conversation, launched himself at the Yin Blood Divine Demon, Goru Gwang.

Clang!

“This is fun.”

Goru Gwang smiled.

The swordsman’s swift attack, imbued with Sword Qi, was blocked by Goru Gwang’s calmly extended index finger.

The sword strike, resembling that of Mount Hua, was indeed swift, but it posed no threat to Goru Gwang.

The subordinates of the Goru Clan, who knew this fact, did not even flinch.

It was because the gap between the swordsman and Goru Gwang was immense.

“Keuk.”

The swordsman’s expression crumpled.

At that sight, Goru Gwang smiled again.

It was the pleasure of observing an insect despairing at the overwhelming gap in power.

“Hup!”

Clang! Ka-kang!

“Excellent.”

Fortunately for Goru Gwang, the Peak Realm swordsman did not give up easily.

Clang! Clang! Ka-kang!

His sword continuously flew towards Goru Gwang’s vital points, but Goru Gwang’s index finger moved monotonously as if it had thoroughly grasped his sword path.

He had no intention of even taking out his other hand, which was clasped behind his back.

Ka-kang! Jjeo-ong-

An exchange of numerous blows.

It was a clash between a blade and flesh, yet it was the blade that was slowly being pushed back.

“Die!”

The swordsman, having assessed the situation, unleashed his ultimate killing move at Goru Gwang.

Jjeo-eong!

But the Sword Qi that the nameless swordsman had polished his entire life could not overcome Goru Gwang’s index finger.

“This is enough. It’s getting boring now.”

The situation was that Goru Gwang’s index finger and the swordsman’s sword were pressed against each other.

Swish-

“Heok!”

When Goru Gwang lightly flicked his index finger, the swordsman’s sword was naturally lifted towards the sky.

That meant the swordsman’s body was left defenseless.

Goru Gwang’s eyes flashed like a beast’s.

Stab- Stab- Stab- Stab-

As if performing an acupoint-sealing technique, Goru Gwang’s index finger truly swiftly and continuously stabbed the swordsman’s body.

“Keo-eo…”

Both shoulders and both hips—a total of four large holes were created in the swordsman’s body.

As it was the body of a living human, it was only natural that fresh blood would gush out from those places.

With his four limbs having lost function, the swordsman couldn’t move.

The fact that he was still standing was likely thanks to his long years of diligent martial arts training.

“But… why…”

The swordsman, his eyes filled with anger, resentment, and frustration, asked Goru Gwang.

“What a strange question you ask.”

Goru Gwang replied.

“Is there a reason for stepping on an anthill while passing by? It’s merely for amusement.”

In that visage, the swordsman saw a pure malevolence that had not existed in the world.

“You crazy ba…”

The swordsman’s eyes, which had been filling with despair, soon lost their light.

Stab-

It was because Goru Gwang’s index finger had pierced the swordsman’s temple.

“It was fun.”

Pleased by the praise left by the dead man, Goru Gwang licked the blood off his index finger.

Ptooey.

“It’s not as tasty as I thought.”

Having lost the will to absorb his energy, Goru Gwang completely lost interest in the swordsman’s corpse.

Behind the abandoned corpse of the swordsman.

“Huaaaah…”

A child could be seen, sitting on the ground and whimpering as if their legs had given out.

Thud.

“Originally, the young ones were the real delicacy.”

Having found a new source of pleasure, Goru Gwang walked towards the child.

“I will do you the special favor of eating you alive.”

As Goru Gwang spoke, a red energy gathered in his hand.

It was the manifestation of the very Yin Blood Demonic Art he had used to devour his subordinate.

It was because the essence and blood of the young were as precious as that of martial artists.

“Ah… Ah…”

Like a mouse facing a snake, the child couldn’t move an inch.

There was no way for the child to escape Goru Gwang’s grasp, which even the Peak Realm swordsman couldn’t evade.

Just then.

“Hmm?”

Leap-

Goru Gwang, who was heading towards the child, lightly threw his body backward.

Kwaang!

As if in response, two figures landed heavily on the spot where Goru Gwang had been walking.

The spot where Goru Gwang had been about to step was deeply gouged, as if they had dropped while performing a ten-thousand-jin-weight technique.

In the midst of this, the child was unharmed, so it must have been intentional.

Goru Gwang observed the uninvited guests.

First, he saw a young man with a handsome appearance.

He made eye contact with the young man.

“You crazy bastard.”

The young man completed the last words that the Peak Realm swordsman had failed to utter.

“Hmm.”

Goru Gwang’s gaze shifted to the side.

He saw an old beggar.

Beggars were a dime a dozen in the Jianghu, but there was a reason Goru Gwang couldn’t take his eyes off that old beggar.

“I’ve finally found you.”

It was because of the strange and ferocious heat shimmering in the old beggar’s eyes as he spoke.

“Ho?”

Goru Gwang knew the meaning of that gaze.

Many who couldn’t agree with his amusement and came seeking revenge had that same look in their eyes.

Having experienced it many times already, it was impossible for Goru Gwang not to know its meaning.

“Well, well.”

The harsh eyes drew a crescent, and.

“This will be fun.”

The thin tongue of the Yin Blood Divine Demon, Goru Gwang, licked his lips.

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