Chapter 462

“Elder Il’s gamble truly is a matter of life and death.”

The term ‘life and death’ signifies placing everything on a single throw of the dice, akin to wagering the heavens and the earth.

Before me stood a woman from the Blood Sect, lost in realization — how infuriating!

How could heaven allow such vile witches of the Blood Sect to exist? It’s utterly lamentable.

Yet, on the flip side, isn’t this an opportunity bestowed by the heavens?

If Qing were aware, he might find it absurd.

Would heaven really favor one side over the other, be it him or the Blood Sect?

In fact, doesn’t the Sapa sect owe a debt of gratitude to the Blood Sect? Because of their sheer atrociousness, the Sapa folks are seen as the relatively better option!

It’s much like how a mustached man, carrying the sins of all Westerners, grants absolution to those ethnic cleansers.

Of course, the Westerners have their grievances too.

How can the act of slaughtering a ‘white-skinned person’ be equated with taking down a beast whose very skin color proves it’s an animal?

But anyhow.

Elder Il isn’t planning to eradicate the poison entirely.

He intends to minimize it just enough to endure and then escape with the Young Master.

Just how terrible were the poisons used? The venom permeates insidiously, like a serpent coiling around one’s body the moment you look away.

Thus, he must prioritize getting the Young Master to safety while keeping the poison at bay.

However, Qing’s moment of realization was fleeting.

What is this?

Am I a joke?

Why am I sitting here dawdling in the midst of a fight?

Silently, Qing, now the apprentice Shintu, moves stealthily like flowing water.

Then, with a core-shaking severity, a magnificent smack lands squarely on Elder Il’s crown!

“Cough!”

Elder Il spits blood violently.

A massive shock crashes over him while he meticulously controls his qi, causing a splitting headache!

If Elder Il had been a master amidst the realm of transformation, he could have endured this assault. But alas, a demon is inherently bound to the martial arts and swayed by its true energy.

So, at that moment, his own blood vessels revolted, tearing through his own bloodstream.

“Cough, ack,”

Elder Il’s gamble is a colossal failure. Regrettably, the dice have rolled a one: a disastrous comeback.

Blood spills from his mouth, drips down his nose, and tears of blood streak his face.

Qing is taken aback.

He only delivered one hit, yet this might just drain all his energy!

In a panic, Qing kicks out desperately.

He learned just well enough to shut down his dantian without harming his body.

Once the hard stuff is mastered, the easier tasks come naturally.

His opponent, already succumbed to the entrapping poison, now couldn’t resist even a fraction.

Breaking his dantian is now as simple as a kick.

Qing’s foot plunges deep into Elder Il’s lower belly.

Almost his entire foot gets lost in there.

A cavern opens in Elder Il’s dantian, allowing the chaotic true energy ravenously escaping through it.

Though a bit brutish, this method, a necessity to save the one dying under the poison, may reclaim him from being a mindless warrior.

As true energy escapes, Elder Il’s strength sharply diminishes.

Then, the blood poison, previously trapped, rejoices, “At last, freedom! I shall kill the human!” and spreads its toxic aura.

“Cough, ack.”

Veins bulge across Elder Il’s body.

The aged skin rendered pale, starkly contrasts with the vividly blackening veins.

Suddenly, it appears his skin might rot away, and moments later, grotesque dark blood seeps out.

The masterpiece of the physician reveals itself, obliterating his entire circulatory system!

Blood spurts from every pore, including sweat glands!

Only then, Qing breaks into a satisfying smile.

Phew, if that old coot had died easily, he might’ve breathed his last, unaware of the pain he’d be causing!

Just then.

“Sister, sister!”

The urgent voice of Jin Jangmyung rushes over, frantically seeking Qing.

“Die!”

“Ugh, hurk, heh,”

“Hehe, hehehe……”

When Qing returned, tugging the Young Master by the hair, a bloody feast was already in full swing.

Strange women were gruesomely butchering the Gang Pae-cheon warriors.

Qing tosses the Young Master aside and hurriedly covers Jin Jangmyung’s eyes.

“Oh dear! This is not for children!”

“I’m twenty!”

Jin Jangmyung pleaded, grabbing Qing’s hand.

But you, with your barely-adequate skills, can’t possibly win against the raw strength of a bone-crushing monster!

“You should only see nice things.”

This halts Jin Jangmyung in her tracks.

After a brief pause, she queries,

“Aren’t you going to stop them?”

“Huh? Me? Why?”

Is there really any need to halt the revenge of those whose lives have been trampled on?

“But……”

“Revenge is for the living. With this, those people can live! Okay? But, uh, where’s the girl?”

At that, Jin Jangmyung pointed her finger.

Amidst the chaos, the figure of Mo Yong Joo-hee, was actively engaged in the bloodbath.

Dressed in rags, she blended in remarkably well.

“She said this. If anyone desires revenge, they’re welcome to. Hence, all these women…”

“The Young Lady said that? Oh wow.”

“Ah! Young Lady!”

Mo Yong Joo-hee, spotting Qing, kicks the Gang Pae-cheon warrior she was facing and bounds over.

“Uh, um. Young Lady?”

With a shaky, anxious gaze, she studies Qing closely.

Upon seeing the Gang Pae-cheon warriors, they appear more like lumps of meat than humans.

Clearly, they must not realize that keeping alive prolongs their suffering!

“Ah, I heard the story. Since we’re at it, let me add this guy. He’s the chief.”

“Ah! Four!”

Though the Young Master must endure more suffering.

But saving the living should take precedence, right?

Gotta relieve them first; any additional suffering would be mere vanity.

Mo Yong Joo-hee visibly relaxed.

She thinks, ‘If Qing had done just that, I’m glad he didn’t intend to kill.’ It weighed on her mind.

Mo Yong Joo-hee accepts the hair Qing offers her.

Then, she drags him into the bloody scene of revenge without needing to say a word.

A woman recognizing the Young Master bursts forth with a mix of screams and cries, yelling threats and calling for blood.

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As the sun began to set, the tired Gang Pae-cheon warriors, having had yet another fruitless day, trudged back home.

After roaming the mountains all day, hunger gnawed at them and sweat clung to them in a sticky mess.

They longed to return swiftly, eat, sprinkle some water by the well, and perhaps enjoy the company of the “ladies” stored away in the barn.

While their day was unproductive, they had to reap some benefits for their diligence.

Always the first to return, the scouting team is led by Oh Cheon-seung.

The leader is Cheon-seung, particularly noteworthy as Elder Il!

No one would dare question why he returned so early, that’s for sure.

But as Oh Elder climbs down the mountain, his expression is far from cheerful.

“What’s going on? Why’s there no smoke rising? Those bastards didn’t forget to cook, did they? Tch.”

Those who ride in the same cart as the Young Master and Elder Il should at least get their meals on time.

But the lazy bums are always satisfied with their own state, without even bothering to handle their responsibilities.

Already several dinners have been delayed, thanks to their idleness.

Today, Elder Oh, angry, decided to whip the lazy slackers into shape.

Of course, those poor souls who’d be facing that dreadful training have already departed this world.

Ah, well, the deceased Gang Pae-cheon warriors should be thanking Qing at this point.

As Elder Oh descends, oblivious to the truth.

He’s ready to completely demolish the place.

Once there, what does he see?

“Open the door!”

But it’s dead silent. Absolutely no response.

Oh Elder’s face contorts in anger.

“You scoundrels have abandoned your posts. So, you’re just ignoring your watch now? No matter how pampered the Young Master is…”

Elder Oh leaps over the barricade, striding across the village with fury.

The scouting team remains outside.

Uh, so Cheon-seung isn’t the one opening the door after all.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you opening the door?”

One first-tier warrior glares.

This glare is then passed down unerringly to the one below.

“Y-Yes, understood.”

The second-tier warrior climbs the wall with an expression straddling sadness and resentment, finally managing to get over after a struggle.

The one who made it over unlocks the heavy gate only to scoff at the sight.

“I thought opening a mere gate would take all night. Pathetic fools. Tsk tsk.”

Well, if you’re discontent, go strive to be a first-tier warrior instead.

As the members enter their base late, an unusual quietness surrounds them.

What on earth are you idiots doing? Oh Cheon-seung’s voice should’ve boomed with a roar by now!

Then he spots dark patches of blood on the ground.

An ominous sense of dread rises in his mind.

No matter how much trouble Oh Cheon-seung causes, the earth shouldn’t be soaked with that much blood.

And then…

Oh Elder, standing stunned, gazes vacantly.

People might think he’s stationary for no reason, but anyone witnessing the scene unfolds would find it perfectly justified.

Corpses dangling from trees.

No spot unscathed, not one body complete with all four limbs.

Limbs lost is the least of their concerns.

No skin remains intact at all.

Even the weak-stomached warriors of Gang Pae-cheon turn green and retch.

Who would commit such a heinous act?

No need to ask – it’s clear it’s written in blood on the wall.

“The Blood Sect reigns supreme!”

As they observe this gruesome scene, the moist air carries a thick stench of blood, rendering the Gang Pae-cheon warriors powerless to do anything but stare in shock.

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