Chapter 460

Despite a shattered shin and a broken shoulder, the Su-tap-jang was barely managing to keep himself upright, his Great Sword planted firmly in the ground, trembling like a leaf.

Qing honestly couldn’t help but admire him, resting his chin on the wrist that held onto the massive weapon.

From now on, this Sapa guy is my weapon.

I can swing him around as I please.

It was the moment Qing’s secret technique, “Wielding Humans,” made its grand return to the world.

Unlike before, this time it was enhanced through the “Dragon Transformation,” making it even more formidable.

Strangely enough, Jin Jangmyung and Mo Yong Joo-hee were in perfect sync, and adding a wild card like that guy made it a breeze to take down the others.

“Ah. Let’s not kill him, just smash him up.”

“Young Lady? That’s…”

Mo Yong Joo-hee flinched.

But Qing was resolute.

“They’re not even worth dying.”

“Okay, okay.”

Mo Yong Joo-hee’s voice trembled slightly.

Qing realized he went a bit far.

“Miss Yeon-yeong, could you check out the warehouse building in the east? They say there are survivors. Also, make sure to prepare to bring them to the village. Oh, and Year also lend a hand.”

“Sure.” “Okay.”

The two kids headed off towards the east.

Qing looked down coldly at the gang of Gang Pae-cheon warriors sprawled on the ground.

Elder Il was swinging his Great Sword like a man possessed.

Before the trajectory of any Qi faded, another stroke was already on its way, and then another after that.

Though there was only one sword, it left a shimmering trail that made it feel like multiple blades were frantically slashing through the air.

Cheon Yu-hak was busy retreating, trying not to trip over himself.

Still, the tricks of Merchant Shintu weren’t going anywhere; he narrowly dodged strike after strike, inching away as if performing a high-stakes acrobatic routine.

Truth be told, Cheon Yu-hak was particularly weak in one-on-one matchups.

He was a thief, not a warrior, and his status as Yu-hak’s great mentor led him to restrain himself from lethal actions.

However, Elder Il was a seasoned killer whose whole life had been a series of murders.

The difference in their mastery of Life and Death Matches was staggering.

Even worse, they weren’t a good match-up.

Cheon Yu-hak typically thrived by wearing his opponents down, watching for an opening to strike.

But how unfortunate for him to face a ridiculously strong master, gasping just to survive!

The reason he was holding his own without a scratch was that he’d never encountered Elder Il’s style before.

The joints twisted in ways that defied logic, evading attacks using impossible movements that simply shouldn’t be possible.

Suddenly, a weak point appears!

Elder Il’s sword cleaves through the air, aiming for Cheon Yu-hak’s neck.

The head disappears above his body.

But? No satisfying sensation?

Cheon Yu-hak managed to stick his own head back on using sheer will.

Talk about extreme flexibility!

In terms of Yulryu Yeonryeon, mastering that would barely get you a passing grade, but if you continued to push your limits over years, you could achieve incredible feats.

Cheon Yu-hak could perform movements that made even the most flexible creatures look rigid.

If Qing had seen it, he might have blurted out something like, “Uh, if you can fold your body like that, that’s, um, no way!”

Cheon Yu-hak’s missing head just sprouted back on.

He propped up his head that was bent backward into position.

“You! Are you human or a demon?”

“I’m a demon! Surprised?”

“Shut up!”

Flames flared in Elder Il’s eyes.

And Cheon Yu-hak suddenly realized.

Not just a warrior; it’s the Entrance to Demon, a demon himself!

Typically, when gewone humans get riled up, they’d expose flaws, but demons become more focused and overwhelming when angered.

In other words, they become even stronger.

Elder Il’s sword shot straight toward Cheon Yu-hak’s lower abdomen.

“Ugh.”

Cheon Yu-hak raised both arms high and bent his waist deeply.

You’d wonder why, but it’s to give his body a spring, to move faster.

Cheon Yu-hak twisted like a crescent moon.

This position would be impossible without Yulryu Yeonryeon.

However, in the realm of Transformation, alongside the Entrance to Demon, a person’s will could transcend the laws of the world.

This was called philosophy.

The sword, aimed at the air, suddenly stopped dead in its tracks, then horizontally lunged with an intimidating speed.

Cheon Yu-hak’s knee bent up vertically.

The Great Sword skimmed dangerously close over his belly, before halting just above it – or more accurately avoiding a direct hit.

The sword’s blade spun vertically again.

Cheon Yu-hak yanked his arms straight, pulling along with him.

As his body dragged along, Elder Il’s Great Sword cut through the fabric of his pants, narrowly missing every crucial area.

He barely missed being made a eunuch and exhaled sharply again.

Elder Il charged forward, still with his sword stuck in the ground.

The blue Qi connecting Elder Il to the ground surged towards Cheon Yu-hak’s groin.

Cheon Yu-hak scuttled back like a spider, escaping the oncoming disaster.

Momentarily, Elder Il’s arm bulged.

The earth shook as he struck with a force that threatened to slice the world in half!

Cheon Yu-hak tumbled clumsily backward, barely escaping the devastation.

“You little rat!”

The Great Sword slammed down against the ground repeatedly.

Cheon Yu-hak had no energy to respond.

Rolling left, then right, then back while bending his waist awkwardly, he somehow managed to dodge without losing any limbs, but—

Suddenly, a fierce grin appeared on Elder Il’s face.

Intense killing intent!

Cheon Yu-hak’s heart sank in that moment—

“Elder! Run!”

With a sharp voice, a dark projectile flew toward Elder Il’s head.

Elder Il’s prepared secret move was canceled before it even saw the light of day.

Just in time to deflect the incoming attack.

Qing seized that moment, bouncing away and flipping twice before landing firmly on the ground.

“What’s with you, you brat!”

Elder Il, who was about to yell back in rage, suddenly opened his eyes wide, letting out a different kind of shout.

Because Qing had presented the limp Young Master so well.

“Whoa there. Don’t move. We’re about to take this Young Master’s head off, okay? So… shall I slice it nicely? How about a star shape?”

“Brat! Let him go this instant!”

“That’s too cruel. Fine, I’ll let go.”

Qing released the Young Master.

Still reeling from the shock of the sudden pressure on his lower body, the Young Master crumpled to the ground.

Qing’s foot landed right on the back of his head.

“Get your filthy foot off me!?”

“Really too much. Okay, I’ll move it.”

And with that, he lifted his foot and drew out the Moonlight Sword.

“Hey! Who do you think you’re threatening with a sword?”

“No, I’m just wondering how far I can go… Wait, why is this old man half-naked? You creep!”

“When I went to grab the Young Master, he was already in that state.”

“Ugh. So you two… A love that transcends status, age, and gender? No way, that can’t be!”

The implication was that they’d gotten it on.

At that, Elder Il’s eyes blazed with fury.

But the cunning Qing had already caught onto Elder Il’s awkward state.

If he was going to rush in, he should’ve done it sooner.

“Wow, what’s this? Fire is literally shooting from your eyes.”

“It’s because I’m a demon. I don’t know how to control my insides, so my Qi manifests in flames.”

“Kind of cool, but can’t you do the Transformation technique?”

“Do you think someone whose mind is so scattered that their Qi leaks out could reach that level?”

“Hmm. Then—”

“Just don’t provoke me further. Demons can’t regulate their emotions. They could rush in to die with you, for real.”

Suddenly, Qing recalled the Great Chief of Green Forest, who had been causing trouble.

Hmm. Maybe not such a great idea.

Qing decided to ease off on his taunts.

“Elder? Should we try talking this out?”

“Do you think you’ll walk away unscathed after messing with Gang Pae-cheon?”

“Is that perhaps a rule of your sect? Is it customary to say that when someone picks a fight?”

“What—”

“Oops. Forget I said that. Hehe. Let’s not let our feelings get hurt and just talk it out, okay?”

Qing gave the Young Master’s hair a good yank, shaking him about.

Whether it was from the near-toppling of his scalp or the intense pain radiating from his cracked pelvis, the Young Master finally regained his wits.

“Young Master!”

“Y-you’re… Il Cheon-seung…”

“Get that brat off you now—”

“Wait. Elder? Can you perhaps see the situation here? See? Sparkling?”

Qing summoned his Qi, showing off a little power.

Did Elder Il think he could defeat the three together?

His expression hardened.

“What do you want?”

“First, could you tell me your identity?”

“…Who are you?”

“My name is Unyeonjeong. From the Blood Sect.”

That made the Young Master gasp out loud.

He hadn’t heard during the introduction since he had been fainting.

“Blood Sect! Why is the Blood Sect interrupting our festival?”

“Well, I mean, would I pass up the chance to manipulate the heir of Gang Pae-cheon in my hands? My conditions are simple. Have you heard of Blood Knot? Will you take this?”

Qing dug into his pocket and produced a small pill.

“Brat, how dare you—”

“Is this such a bad proposition? No need to harm someone who has consumed loneliness, and rather, wouldn’t it benefit you to join forces with the Blood Sect to dominate the world?”

Honestly, Qing had low expectations.

The loyalty of these Sapa guys always depended on their own survival first.

So, whether this negotiation would blow up or not, he figured the Young Master would be regrettable star work, including Elder Il.

“If I consume this loneliness, will the Young Master…”

“Wait, really? You’d just eat it? Why would you go ahead and eat something like this while I’m the Young Master—”

“Enough! Can the witch from the Blood Sect understand what loyalty is or what it means to be human? My life is indebted to your sibling; the Young Master is no different than my child.”

“Il Cheon-seung!”

“Young Master, I truly apologize for this situation. I should have protected you.”

“No, it’s all my incompetence. Ugh, I have no face, no face at all.”

“Goodness, what a fine display of loyalty. To think you’d be swayed by such trivial emotions.”

Qing snickered at that.

There was no real reason behind it.

It just felt like the right vibe.

And Cheon Yu-hak couldn’t help but think.

Doesn’t it look somewhat like his disciple is playing the world’s greatest player?

“Now. Hand over the pill.”

“Just swallow it down, no chewing, right?”

“Keep your promise.”

“Is there a need to harm someone who has eaten loneliness?”

With that, Qing flicked the pill toward Elder Il.

It arced toward him, and with a deep, dissatisfied sigh, it was swallowed in one gulp.

Qing was honestly a bit impressed.

Is this the loyalty of Sapa?

Do even bug-like creatures have a clan spirit among themselves?

“Alright. Is that it? Let the Young Master go.”

“Got it.”

Qing released the Young Master.

But Elder Il’s pelvis was cracked all over.

Struggling to stand on two feet, the weight made him wobble, and now he was completely unable to even scream, shaking like a leaf.

“Well then, Master. Shall we take our leave now?”

Cheon Yu-hak shot a complicated glance.

Is this right?

Where did she get that loneliness?

And why is she so skilled at pretending to be from the Blood Sect?

But I guess disciples have their own thoughts.

Cheon Yu-hak slowly backed away alongside Qing.

Just then, Elder Il rushed toward the Young Master.

“Young Master, are you alright? How’s your body?”

“My, my lower half feels shattered.”

“Please excuse me for a moment. Can you feel anything? Do you know where I’m touching?”

“Right foot, heel.”

“Fortunately, it seems your nerves are intact.”

Elder Il started to examine the Young Master’s body cautiously, as if handling a precious porcelain object.

He was nurturing him as one would their child.

Though it was a peculiar sight considering Elder Il was half-naked and the Young Master was bare.

As he got a grip on the situation—

“Just hang in there. I’ll fetch a stretcher. Ugh, ahh…”

Suddenly, Elder Il let out a groan.

Cheon Yu-hak quietly inquired.

“What happened? Did you burst the loneliness? Or where exactly did it come from?”

“Hehe, about that loneliness, the pill was just flour mixed with Blood Poison. It seems the poison is finally kicking in—”

“Blood Poison? Is that the name of the poison known to physicians?”

“Oh! You know the physician? Well, you see, it’s really, um, really…”

Qing trailed off.

That old man, it’s hard to put it into words.

“Is he fond of tea? Lots of wrinkles?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, this isn’t the time! Master, we have to finish him off before the poison leaves his body!”

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