Chapter 69

Ji Seung-ju’s short stature was a secret he had tightly locked away in his heart.

Of course, occasionally his true feelings slipped out, which meant there weren’t many strangers among the followers of the Divine Sect who didn’t know.

However, no one dared to scratch the Supreme Being’s right-hand man over his height.

But today, he met someone worthy of the challenge.

“Alright, let’s just say our little guy has a long upper body.”

“…If there’s nothing more to discuss, I’ll take my leave.”

“No! Stop! Do you have something to say?”

“What is it?”

Ji Seung-ju’s voice was blunt.

Qing chuckled softly and asked, “That saying, the Divine Sect advocates ‘strong is right’, right? The strong are just and the survivors are the strong, right?”

Looking at the black-fingered hands, Qing immediately realized he had been deceived.

When he asked if he was tricked, it was suggested that given Qing’s skills and promising future, he could easily hold power at the core of the Divine Sect.

This was a story that lit up Qing’s curiosity.

The Heavenly Demon Sect was all about ‘strong is right’.

A strong person could have anything,

While those weaker had the right to prove themselves through challenge.

It was only natural for Qing to be interested, especially since he was a master.

Sure, he was feeling a bit less than confident now.

Anyway, this was not the time to ask about the laws of the Divine Sect.

With his position in the organization, he couldn’t skip the explanation.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“I thought it through, and I don’t really owe you anything, right? That Forward… Blue Wave Unit?”

“Are you referring to the Forward Blue Wave Unit?”

“Yeah! Those guys. Killing them and killing the Lord of Hwanhui Palace, that’s all just because I’m strong, right? By your logic, since the strong me did it, it shouldn’t be a problem?”

“That’s correct.”

“Huh?”

At this point, Qing was ready to provide a detailed account of how he had dealt with the embarrassing mess of the Forward Blue Wave Unit.

His eyes widened in surprise as he thought, Wait, so there’s no problem? Why?

While stifling his rising anger, Qing asked, “No problem, yet you turned people into this state?”

“You’re quite shameless. Didn’t you freely take the Supreme Being’s belongings? Plus, considering your impudence, you should be grateful for the Supreme Being’s mercy in sparing your life.”

“Oh, so that’s your angle? ‘You dared to challenge the Supreme Being’s representative even while being weak?'”

Qing frowned. That bastard.

“The Supreme Being’s representative? What a blasphemous thing to say.”

Qing interrupted Ji Seung-ju mid-sentence.

“So, you don’t feel any regret over the people I killed?”

“The tenet of our doctrine is ‘strong is right’. Young Lady Seomun was simply stronger.”

Qing smiled brightly.

What an ominously cheerful smile.

“Glad to hear that. Do you have anything else to say? Can I return to the carriage now?”

“Nothing. You may leave.”

“Ugh. I’m exhausted from coming all this way. I could use a little help getting up.”

Ji Seung-ju waved his hand in a motion that clearly expressed his annoyance.

An assassin from the Bijaekbu slipped silently next to Qing.

Qing stretched out his arms, asking for help.

It was the moment the assassin bent down.

*Wham!*

With a loud sound reminiscent of a watermelon bursting, the assassin’s head was shattered and splattered everywhere.

“Wow. The Master of Dark Demon Arts, huh? This feels pretty satisfying!”

Qing laughed, covered in debris.

Then, he touched his own head and, upon seeing the long dangling optic nerves from the headless corpse, crushed them in his grip.

Even Ji Seung-ju, who had constantly witnessed the Supreme Being’s cruelty, felt unsteady at the gruesome sight.

Though he kept his usual expressionless demeanor.

He was a beat late in screaming out of surprise.

“W-what have you done!?”

“Me? I’m just strong.”

Qing pointed to the headless corpse.

“This? This was weak. This is ‘strong is right’. Right. Right.”

And then he shamelessly nodded.

An orthodox sect’s woman, huh? Really?

Such a thing was what a demon might say!

Ji Seung-ju inadvertently hit the nail on the head.

While he didn’t know he was correct, he shouted angrily, “That’s not ‘strong is right’! The strong shouldn’t torment the weak senselessly!”

“Oh? Is that so? Wow, I didn’t know that.”

“Isn’t it obvious? If it were like that, no one would survive in this world!”

“I get it. I get it. Don’t lose your temper. Well, you should have explained it properly. I thought that being strong meant you could do anything.”

Ji Seung-ju was left speechless, his mouth moving silently.

Wait, now it’s my fault? Damn, who is this woman!

“I’m tired from using my strength. Can someone help me move?”

“You say that after causing all this chaos?”

“Ah, I didn’t know! Stop being so petty. Then I won’t go. Seung-ju lives with the Divine Sect. I’m staying right here.”

“Damn it, who the hell is this woman…”

“Ah, whatever. I think I’ll just take a nap here.”

Qing then jumped off the chair.

Not being able to steady his legs, this description was completely accurate.

And then he rolled on the bloodied floor, laying his head on the torso of the headless corpse.

“Then wake me when we set off.”

Ji Seung-ju’s forehead was etched with deep lines.

This was a monumental incident that would shock any follower.

The expression of the head of Bijaekbu twisted into a snarl!

“That damn woman! Someone get her out of here!”

But the assassins from Bijaekbu merely exchanged glances, unable to move.

And with good reason.

Not long ago, they’d shared a meal with the comrade now rolling on the ground as a meat chunk.

“What are you doing!”

“Yeah, really. It was just one mistake, right? I just didn’t really understand what ‘strong is right’ was. So don’t sweat it, okay?”

Qing chimed in with enthusiasm.

Ji Seung-ju opened his mouth, then took a deep breath, exhaling heavily.

“Ugh. Please bring the Young Lady here. Quickly.”

Anger crept into Ji Seung-ju’s tone.

Ultimately, the unfortunate youngest couldn’t bear the weight of his seniors’ gazes and, with an expression clearly filled with reluctance, slowly approached.

The youngest assassin, with trembling hands, picked up Qing.

And then came her voice.

“Oh. You get 150 points. Not bad, but disappear, you headless one. Shoo!”

That was the last thing the assassin heard in this world.

Without a head, there was no way to hear anything anymore.

*Thud!*

Qing rolled on the floor.

There was no one left to support him, as he was all out of luck.

The headless youngest collapsed on top of him.

Gasping for air, Qing made noises like a deflating balloon.

“W-what…!”

Pushing the corpse away, Qing replied, “Ugh, why? What?”

“What are you doing? You must’ve meant that was a mistake, right?”

“No, listen, some dude I’ve never met dared to lay hands on a woman!”

Ji Seung-ju was dumbfounded.

What?

“A weakling dared to tease a strong person, so I kill him. This is ‘strong is right’, right? Do you agree? Yes. I agree. So, I’m innocent. Ding-ding-ding.”

Qing spoke nonchalantly, then rolled over again, laying beside the corpse.

His body was drenched in blood, with splatters of white and yellow that once belonged to brain fragments.

“That’s not ‘strong is right’! What the hell are you trying to smear on the laws of the Divine Sect with such dirty words?”

Qing replied indifferently.

“Why? The Supreme Being is just about to take an eye and two legs for a single disrespectful word. If he does, it’s ‘strong is right’, but if I do it, it’s tormenting the weak?”

“How dare you…!”

Qing shook his head.

In response, blood sprayed out from the neck of the corpse.

“See? You need to clearly explain how it is that the Supreme Being can and I cannot. What’s the standard? Can anyone above Supreme Martial Artist just kill at will? Starting from the Realm of Transformation? The Realm of Change, no… that shouldn’t be it.”

“The Supreme Being shall fulfill the aspirations of the sect.”

“Oh lady. Who asked about the Supreme Being? So what exactly is ‘strong is right’? Isn’t it the laws of the Divine Sect? Is that law just for the Supreme Being, while everyone else has to follow it?”

“‘Strong is right’ isn’t that!” Several times, Ji Seung-ju protested.

Qing countered, overpowering Ji Seung-ju’s shouting with his own.

“Quack! So, what is it? Just shouting means I win?”

“‘Strong is right’ means… ‘strong is right’…”

Ji Seung-ju tripped over his words.

The law of the Divine Sect states that the strong survive.

The sect worships strength as justice, and as a result, it gains the military might to instigate conflict.

Four invasions are historical proof of this.

The Heavenly Demon Sect has fought against the entire Martial World Central Plain as a united force.

Despite being a fight of one against many, after ultimately losing, it left a mark of four in history.

The strong can dominate the weak.

Complete domination over life and death,

Yet, the weak have the right to resist.

In doing so, they could consume the strong and qualify to become another ruler.

Then what of this woman?

According to the law of ‘strong is right’.

Ji Seung-ju’s heart sank.

Had the Supreme Being gone too far?

No one would say it was excessive.

Even the lowest combat unit suffered total annihilation, while the Magic Flute was lost, and the Lord of Hwanhui Palace was dead, leaving an entire faction’s essence burned away.

By that token, the Supreme Being showed mercy.

But did the Supreme Being act as such in every instance?

What of other masters? What about the demons?

Once dead, the Lord of Hwanhui Palace would ambush any handsome man he encountered, quickly taking his life.

The demon had taken up an interest in making Jiangshi lately.

The Sutra Sword was a lunatic who wouldn’t go to bed without slaying a maiden each day.

But none condemned them.

They were all the elite of the Divine Sect and the vanguards of the Central Plain conquest.

They were perfected warrior under the law of ‘strong is right’.

Ultimately, Ji Seung-ju could not respond.

Qing watched this, cracking a subtle smirk.

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