Chapter 488

Evil with a reason descends upon the Blood Sect!

The technicians of the Blood Sect, waiting at the Second Great Blood Gathering in the main corridor, jumped up in alarm.

I mean, of course they’d be on guard, seeing a group armed with swords show up in the machinery room.

“W-who are you?!”

Qing replied, his expression scrunched up as if he couldn’t believe the question.

“What? You don’t know who I am? You little brats. Hey, what’s your name?”

“Um, why do you want to know my name…?”

“Why do I want to know? I’m just asking if that thick-headed idiot who can’t tell top from bottom around Elder Guisan Manbak should have his brain smashed in and turned into a Jiangshi instead, that’s all.”

“Gah!”

“Okay, pick one. Do you prefer being a Jiangshi or a Blood Ghoul? Or maybe you want me to scoop out your eyes since you can’t even tell who you’re dealing with? Should I pluck them out?”

“N-no, please don’t!”

“So what’s your name then?”

“Um, that… uh…”

The unnamed technician from the Blood Sect rolled his eyes around like a confused puppy.

From the looks of it, he seemed important.

Usually, the higher-ups in the Blood Sect are all a bit out of their minds, aren’t they?

Panic set in as cold sweat began to bead on his forehead, thinking, “Crap, I messed up big time.”

He felt just like a technician meeting the eyes of the Emperor—stuck and unable to act.

Guess people are all the same no matter where you go.

Then Qing relaxed and snorted with laughter.

“Come on, don’t be scared. Just messing with you. So, what’s going on with the Great Gathering? Any special happenings?”

“N-no! But, um… there’s… ahem… something…”

The Blood Sect technician hesitated.

Suddenly, a small but bullish woman behind him let out a beastly roar!

“KAHAK!”

“Yikes!”

“Stop! Tengkchil! Sit!”

“KAHAK!”

“No! Stop! You’re not eating anyone! Gizzi!”

“KAHAK…”

The small woman turned red in the face and squatted down.

Is she really mimicking a Jiangshi right now?

Mo Yong Joo-hee wanted to die.

If she were to perish, her cause of death would probably just be “couldn’t stand the embarrassment.”

Of course, it was her fault for acting like a pet following its master.

“Well, my pet can be a bit unruly. Sorry about that. But what were you saying just now?”

“N-no, it’s nothing!”

“Right, right. Ah. I heard there’s some fun stuff to see here? Show me right away.”

“Huh?”

“Funny stuff. I said show me.”

The technician from the Blood Sect completely dropped his skepticism.

Dude, I don’t even know who you are. You call Elder Guisan Manbak “Sir,” you walked right into the machinery room like you owned the place, and you handle this beastly monster like it’s nothing.

If you’re here asking to see something fun, you’d have to be one of us, right?

However, there was one thing that stuck in his mind.

Lady, I need to report this, but if I say, “It’s me,” how would anyone know…?

Behind him, Cheon Yu-hak’s eyes twitched.

Wait, are they really falling for this?

The idea that the Blood Sect is a den of fools makes me question anyone who gets played by them!

Thoughts swirled in Cheon Yu-hak’s mind as he recalled the long-ago wisdom from that flat-nosed sage who’d yelled to know oneself for over two thousand years—maybe he had a point.

“Alright, come this way! You’ll be able to see everything happening down there just fine!”

“Where? What? How can I see clearly with these tiny eyeholes? This is amazing!”

“We secured a wide view through seven differently sized mirrors.”

“I don’t get it, but that’s impressive. I didn’t know Blood Sect had this kind of technology. You’ve earned my respect.”

In Qing’s hometown, there’s a saying that praise can make even whales dance.

Originally created while translating a book title by a foreign flat-nosed guy, it turned into a completely irrelevant phrase.

But once you hear it, you immediately grasp the meaning behind it, turning it into a phrase widely known as an old saying of the Korean people.

If even a whale that doesn’t understand words can dance from praise, how about the technicians of the Blood Sect?

“Basically, when an object’s reflection touches a curved surface…”

Qing was explaining while his ears were bouncing away, peering into the observation window.

He could see a large stone chamber filled with people, and surprisingly, the views weren’t too distorted, which is quite impressive for the primitive technology of the Central Plains.

“Let’s see. The one in red is from the Guanglong Sect, the blue cloud belongs to the Hyun Gasanjun, and those with green stripes are from the Suwang Sect, right? Looks like the three Sapa factions are all gathered in one spot?”

“Yes. Fifty-nine individuals are grouped into three units, having halved their numbers at the First Great Blood Gathering. And they’re aiming to halve it again.”

“Interesting. Proceed.”

“Yep!”

The technicians then brought over a signboard, struggling to carry it together. Written on it were a bunch of fighting numbers and other stuff.

Qing shot a grin at Cheon Yu-hak.

See? I told you I’m right. How could these primitive ancient people possibly create technology that detects headcounts to divide into halves? Such a sly smirk escaped him.

Cheon Yu-hak’s expression soured at that.

After the sign was slotted into place on the ground, Qing hurriedly peered back into the observation window again.

Since they’ve come back from killing each other once, seeing the same type of sign might prompt them to clash swords without hesitation this time.

But how thrilling it was to watch!

The three Sapa factions divided themselves into four groups—each holding onto their numbers, but it appeared that the others were outnumbered.

Meaning, each of the three Sapa groups must have more than fifteen members!

Only thirty can pass through at once, but with just two Sapa factions teaming up, they exceeded thirty in an instant.

Now how will these Sapa fellows respond?

Qing’s heart raced with excitement.

“Wait, you’ve all been watching such fun stuff without me? Wow, you guys! What the heck have you been digging up for the past twenty years if this is how it is? That’s gotta be worth the investment of time!”

The faces of the Blood Sect technicians lit up with smiles.

Of course, they still couldn’t take their eyes off the viewing window.

If it comes from someone high up in the Blood Sect, it would make a solid excuse, and everyone kept their sad expressions while sticking to the observation window, proving just that.

While they missed a few scenes here and there, watching the brutal fight between the Sapa factions was a spectacle worth seeing.

However, Qing was still hungry.

These Ten Great Stars gathered here had each carved out their territories, like a bunch of schemers breaking into villages to establish bases.

“Alright, let’s jump into this fight. Hm, twenty men—yeah, twenty men should work.”

“Huh?”

“Look down there. The guys in red and green from Guanglong Sect and Suwang Sect combined must be around twenty-five. So if we send down twenty, those will end up clashing with each other, right? Doesn’t that sound like it would be a blast?”

The technicians’ eyes bulged with excitement.

“W-wait a genius idea!”

“Whoa! I can’t hold back!”

“But the numbers… Is that really okay?”

Qing hit them with determination.

“I’ll take responsibility. Let’s go!”

“Yup! Understood!”

The now-elated technicians grabbed a new sign with empty slots and hurriedly wrote on it.

It seemed like they couldn’t wait, fanning their hands over the sign while big grins spread across their faces.

Cheon Yu-hak thought to himself.

Thank goodness she’s a Daoist; if she were truly a witch from the Blood Sect, it would have become a major disaster for the Central Plains!