Cheol Dae-jin removed the hat that restricted his field of vision.
He instinctively sensed Pyo-wolâs strength.
His opponent was not an ordinary existence that could be dealt with such a clumsy restriction.
Cheol Dae-jin looked at Pyo-wol and muttered,
âA big shot has arrived.â
Although Pyo-wol had not revealed his identity, Cheol Dae-jin immediately recognized him.
Just by looking at his extraordinary, non-humanly beautiful face, Cheol Dae-jin could tell. There was only one man in the entire Jianghu who possessed such eerie beauty.
âThe Reaper!â
Pyo-wolâs face was distinctive enough that even someone who had never seen him before could recognize him at a glance.
Thanks to that, Cheol Dae-jin was able to identify Pyo-wol with a single glance.
Even when facing Pyo-wol, Cheol Dae-jinâs expression did not show any fear.
Instead, he looked at Pyo-wol with a determined expression.
Pyo-wol also silently gazed back at Cheol Dae-jin.
Their gazes collided in the air, creating an oppressive silence.
It was Pyo-wol who spoke first.
âWhy did you annihilate the Poyang Lake branch of the Hao clan?â
âSo, you managed to figure that out.â
Cheol Dae-jin did not bother to deny it.
He knew that telling clumsy lies would not work on someone like Pyo-wol.
Instead, his eyes continued to move ceaselessly, observing Pyo-wol.
His facial expressions, gaze, posture, and even the subtle tremors of his muscles. But there was nothing that could be read from Pyo-wolâs outward appearance.
Despite standing right in front of him, Pyo-wol seemed as if he didnât exist at all.
Cheol Dae-jin had faced numerous enemies, but this was the first time he encountered such an opponent.
âTo think such an individual exists in Jianghu.â
He had heard the rumors about Pyo-wol and thought they were greatly exaggerated.
Rumors in Jianghu tended to be inflated, and people often showed an excessively enthusiastic reaction to newly emerging martial artists.
Even when they turned out to be not that impressive in reality.
Cheol Dae-jin had also thought of Pyo-wol as one of those overhyped martial artists, until he saw Pyo-wol with his own eyes.
He got a feeling as if all the senses in his body had awakened.
His body reacted first, preparing for survival.
Thatâs how threatening the other party was.
Above all, what bothered him the most were Pyo-wolâs pupils.
Those mysterious crimson eyes, which he couldnât read through, unsettled him.
At that moment, unexpected words flowed out of Pyo-wolâs lips.
âWhy did they wipe out the Hao clanâs Poyang Lake Branch?â
âWhat?â
âIt must be because they have something to hide around here. The Poyang Lake branch has been doing a good job of hiding itself up until now, but it must have been a nuisance recently. That begs the question, why were they a nuisance? Itâs probably because of Hong Yushin. Ever since he disappeared around this area, the Poyang Lake branch has started making their moves.â
Pyo-wolâs words were not directed at Cheol Dae-jin.
He was speaking out loud to organize his own thoughts. However, when Cheol Dae-jin heard his words, he felt a chill run down his spine.
âThis guy!â
With the way Pyo-wol described it, it was as if he saw the whole thing with his own eyes.
âAlso, the Heavenly Flower Variety Theater Troupe disappeared right after their performance here. It canât be a coincidence that they disappeared in the same area where Hong Yushin disappeared. Either they found out a secret they shouldnât have, or they went where they shouldnât have, it must be one of the two.â
âThatâs enough!â
At that moment, Cheol Dae-jin shouted and attacked Pyo-wol.
He couldnât let Pyo-wol continue his speculation, or else everything would be revealed.
Shiak!
Cheol Dae-jinâs sword aimed for Pyo-wolâs neck. However, his sword didnât pierce Pyo-wolâs throat.
Pyo-wol had retreated as much as Cheol Dae-jin advanced.
It was just one step.
The distance between Cheol Dae-jinâs sword and Pyo-wolâs neck.
Shriek!
In the next instant, Pyo-wol released the Soul-Reaping Thread from his hands.
The Soul-Reaping Thread flew towards Cheol Dae-jin at a terrifying speed.
âTch!â
Cheol Dae-jin swung his sword to deflect the incoming Soul-Reaping Thread. However, the Soul-Reaping Thread that came out of Pyo-wolâs hand was not just a single strand.
Ten strands of Soul-Reaping Thread intertwined like a spiderâs web, pressuring and attacking Cheol Dae-jin.
âMy lord!â
Seeing Cheol Dae-jin in danger, his subordinate attacked Pyo-wol.
Tadadada!
As the swords clashed with the Soul-Reaping Thread, a metallic sound resounded.
Cheol Dae-jinâs sword, which was infused with qi, remained intact, but his subordinateâs sword, which did not have qi in it, was instantly cut off by the Soul-Reaping Thread.
âWhat?â
Thud!
At the moment his subordinate was stunned, he was struck by a phantom dagger on the forehead.
Thud!
He died without even being able to scream.
Cheol Dae-jin didnât even spare a glance at his subordinateâs death.
That was because he had no time to spare.
âCha-hat!â
He frantically unleashed his sword technique.
One after another, the Blood Demon Eight Form1Â that gave him the nickname, the Grass-Cutting Blood Demon Sword, unfolded.
Shoo, shoo, shoo!
The air was filled with the sword energies he unleashed.
The sword energies turned into rain and poured toward Pyo-wol. However, not a single drop of rain touched Pyo-wolâs body.
Tadadada!
Ding, ding, ding!
The Soul-Reaping Thread revolved around Pyo-wolâs body, deflecting every single one of Cheol Dae-jinâs attacks.
As if each thread possessed a will of its own, they moved freely to block Cheol Dae-jinâs sword strikes.
âThis is ridiculousâŚâ
Cheol Dae-jinâs mouth gaped open in disbelief.
He had never imagined such a style of martial arts existed.
A martial artist using Qi Threads?2
He had seen qi manifesting in the shapes of swords and other weapons, but never anything like this, which made him even more puzzled.
To break through the Soul-Reaping Thread, he needed to unleash a powerful sword strike.
He had been forced to use only sword techniques to conserve his internal energy, but now was not the time to think about the consequences.
âI will have to pour everything into a single strike.â
Boom!
He poured all of his internal energy into the sword. As a result, a vivid ring of light formed around the sword, taking the shape of the sword.
It was the manifestation of Sword Qi.3
âCha-at! Blood Rain Line Qi!â4
He shouted loudly as he swung his Sword Qi.
Kwagwagwagwang!
The Soul-Reaping Thread that collided with the Sword Qi shattered like a withered branch.
Cheol Dae-jin intended to overwhelm Pyo-wol in an instant.
Kaaang!
It was then.
An unexpected sound erupted, causing his sword strike to halt midway.
âWhat?â
Cheol Dae-jinâs eyes widened.
A particularly clear strand of the Soul-Reaping Thread was blocking his Sword Qi.
It wasnât an ordinary Soul-Reaping Thread.
It had the thickness of a snakeâs spine.
It was the Snake Qi Thread.
Pyo-wol flicked his hand, and the Snake Qi Thread, like a venomous snake, pierced through Cheol Dae-jin.
âHa!â
Startled, Cheol Dae-jin attempted to adopt a defensive posture, but it was already too late.
With a feeble resistance, the Snake Qi Thread penetrated his chest.
âKeuk!â
Cheol Dae-jin coughed up blood and collapsed.
Just like a single drop of ink spreading on the surface of the water, the blood flowed through his chest.
Although the wound was small as a pinprick, the internal damage was severe.
As he lay helplessly on the ground, he opened his mouth,
âHuuh! Impressive⌠but thatâs only as far as youâll go. You wonât be able to discover anything.â
He gurgled and spat out blood with each word he spoke.
His lips and chest were soon stained red with his blood.
Pyo-wol watched him, not saying anything.
As Cheol Dae-jin looked into Pyo-wolâs eyes, a crimson light flickered.
Even in a state of near-death, the red glow in Pyo-wolâs eyes sent shivers down his spine.
Pyo-wol wiped the blood around Cheol Dae-jinâs mouth with his hand and spoke,
âYou donât need to say anything. I already figured out everything.â
âWhat?â
âThe fact that your group showed up a day after the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group discovered and ransacked the Blood Ant Gangâs hideout meant that you were staying within a dayâs distance from Poyang Lake.â
ââŚâŚâ
âYou must have traveled either by horse or ship, and even if I consider looking as far as possible, your hideout must be within a two-day distance. Instead of searching far and wide, it would be better to look for a place that can be reached within a day or two and where there is an unusual flow of logistics. By doing that, I would be able to find the place youâve been trying so hard to find.â
Cheol Dae-jin was left speechless by Pyo-wolâs words.
The fact that Pyo-wol had figured it out in such a short time gave him goosebumps.
âThis person is different. Unlike anyone Iâve ever metâŚâ
Clunk!
After Cheol Dae-jin spewed out a final mouthful of blood, he stopped moving altogether.
He was dead.
Pyo-wol began searching the bodies of the deceased Cheol Dae-jin and his subordinates.
They had traveled a long way, so they should have carried some gold or silver, but not a single one of them have a coin with them.
Instead, Pyo-wol found a peculiar-shaped dagger among Cheol Dae-jinâs belongings.
The blade was blunt and its strange shape was more reminiscent of a key than a dagger.
The problem is Pyo-wol did not know what the key is for.
Pyo-wol examined the key for a moment, then tucked it into his pocket. He figured that since it was something that Cheol Dae-jin had kept so carefully, it must have significant importance.
Noh Tae-tae approached Pyo-wol and spoke,
âThank you for saving my life. Iâm alive thanks to you.â
âAre you alright?â
âI was a little shaken up, but Iâm fine.â
âThatâs a relief.â
âSo, these people are the ones that Master Pyo is looking for?â
âIt seems so.â
âPhew! Theyâre quite audacious. Itâs been less than a day since the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group stormed into the Blood Ant Gangâs stronghold, and now theyâre striking back.â
Noh Tae-tae shook her head in frustration.
She had never seen anyone so audacious and daring in her entire life. The thought that such people were nearby sent shivers down her spine.
âBy the way, do you know whether my children are safe?â
âLetâs go check on them.â
âYou will go with me?â
Noh Tae-taeâs expression brightened.
There was nothing more reassuring than having Pyo-wol with her.
There was no one stronger than Pyo-wol on Lake Poyang.
Since everyone working at Xielao Manor had been killed, Pyo-wol had to personally drive the carriage.
Pyo-wol drove the carriage with Noh Tae-tae inside, heading towards the Imperial Yuan Merchant Groupâs manor.
Worry filled Noh Tae-taeâs face as she looked out the window.
Although she tried to act nonchalant in front of Pyo-wol, in truth, she couldnât help but worry about her childrenâs safety.
âPlease be safeâŚâ
For the first time, she prayed to the heavens for her childrenâs safety.
Pyo-wol drove the carriage at full speed.
The carriage rattled as if it was going to break at any moment, but Pyo-wol never slowed down.
Thanks to him, they were able to arrive at the Imperial Yuan Merchant Groupâs manor quickly.
The Imperial Yuan Merchant Groupâs manor was in complete chaos, as if a war had taken place.
The main gate, which was huge enough for three or four carriages to enter side by side, was completely destroyed, and the air inside was filled with a strong smell of blood.
âPlease! Please!â
Noh Tae-tae got out of the carriage and hurriedly ran inside the manor.
âAh!â
Noh Tae-tae covered her mouth with her hand at the sight that unfolded before her eyes.
Numerous people lay dead before her.
Among them were the people Noh Tae-tae had grown up with.
âOh my goodness!â
âMother?â
At that moment, an elderly man with a grown beard rushed toward Noh Tae-tae. He was none other than Noh Tae-taeâs son and the leader of the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group, Ju Jang-hwan.
Ju Jang-hwan embraced Noh Tae-tae and spoke.
âAre you safe, Mother?â
âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine. Fortunately, these people appeared in time and helped us.â
Ju Jang-hwan pointed to the men standing beside him. The men surrounded them and greeted in response,
âNamgung Wol of the Heavenly Guardian Association pays respects to Noh Tae-tae.â
âYong Hasang of the Dragon Sky Valley greets the esteemed leader of the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group.â
âYeom Hee-soo of the Huaying Fortress extends her greetings.â
They were members of the newly formed Anti-Golden Heaven Society.
When the blood-cloaked people invaded, Ju Jang-hwanâs life was in grave danger. It was only with the belated arrival of the Shadow Strike Squad that they were able to fight back, but it was still a futile effort.
The ones who came to their aid at that moment were none other than these individuals.
With their combined forces, the blood-cloaked men were cornered.
While their martial arts were impressive, Namgung Wol and the other membersâ skills were far greater. In the end, the blood-cloaked men were all killed, and Ju Jang-hwanâs life was spared.
Noh Tae-tae spoke to the members of the Anti-Golden Heaven Society,
âI will never forget this favor. If there is anything the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group can do to help, we will cooperate.â
âThank you, Noh Tae-tae! We donât expect anything in return for what we have done.â
Yong Hasang said humbly.
Pyo-wol looked at Yong Hasang for a moment before turning to Namgung Wol.
âDid you keep an eye on the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group?â
âItâs true that we were looking for an opportunity to bring Master Ju Seolpung into the fold. Thanks to that, we were able to save his father in time.â
âThings went as planned then. Now, Ju Seolpung no longer has any reason to refuse in joining the Anti-Golden Heaven Society.â
âEverything starts now.â
Namgung Wol clenched his fist and replied.
SoundlessWind21âs notes:
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Blood Demon Eighth Form. Raws: ë§ííě(éčĄĺ Ťĺź).é mĂł â devil / magicčĄ xuè â bloodĺ Ť bÄ â eightĺź shĂŹ â type / form / pattern / styleQi threads. Raws: 기ěŹ(氣羲).ć°Ł qĂŹ, xĂŹ â air, gas, steam, vapor; spirit羲 sÄŤ â silk / thread / traceSword Qi. Raws: ę˛ę°(ĺ罥).ĺ jiĂ n â double-edged sword罥 gÄng â stars of the Big Dipper that constitute the tail of the dipperBlood Rain Line Qi. Raws: íě°ě ę°(čĄé¨çˇç˝Ą).čĄé¨ xuèyÇ â rain of blood / heavy rain colored by loess sandstormçˇ xiĂ n â thread / string / wire罥 gÄng â stars of the Big Dipper that constitute the tail of the dipperSnake Qi Thread. Raws: ěŹěŹę°(羲č罥)羲 sÄŤ â silk; fine thread; wire; stringsč shĂŠ, yĂ, tuĂł, chĂ â snake罥 gÄng â the name of a certain stars; the god who is supposed to live in them