Chapter 101 – Heavenly Demon’s Disciple (23)
[Chapter 5 – Section 9] We’re on the Same Side!
I don’t have the convenient ability to read people’s innermost thoughts.
But now…
(Mi-bong is the problem. That kid is way too strong. Age is such a cheat! Ugh, what do I do?)
“Mi-bong, your hair is truly beautiful.”
“Thank you!”
“You’re really admirable. It couldn’t have been easy for a young woman to decide to roam the martial world at your age.”
(Does Young Master Kang prefer lively girls like Mi-bong? Oh my! He’s looking at me again! Could he… be interested in me?)
When someone’s inner monologue is this transparent, even I have to change my mind.
The reason?
The Blood Demon.
He must have planted some kind of sorcery inside Tang Sayang’s body. Otherwise, there’s no way I’d only be hearing her thoughts.
The Blood Demon’s words came back to me.
“If you truly can see heroic spirits, we shall meet again,” he had said…
“Young Master Kang, can you see the spirits?”
“Hmm. We’ll have to wait and see.”
I shrugged at Mi-bong’s curiosity-filled question.
‘How exactly are we supposed to meet again?’
Now I could hear Tang Sayang’s inner thoughts.
Yet she didn’t know where the Blood Demon was hiding, and it didn’t seem like he had whispered any special instructions to her…
Five days passed.
“Looks like something happened to Ma-ryong.”
“Is he that important?”
The little Fist King asked while regaling a crowd of Henan boys with his heroic tales.
“Extremely important.”
“Because the Heaven-and-Earth Yin-Yang Body is after Ma-ryong’s Heavenly Demon Divine Art?”
“You know your stuff.”
“Has he already been done in?”
“Probably…”
Having stayed in Henan Province without moving, I reached a conclusion.
Emei Sect members came to escort Tang Sayang, Murong Clan people came looking for Mi-bong, Open Sect beggars brought all sorts of information, and suicidal challengers kept showing up to test me…
But Ma-ryong never appeared.
“If that’s how it is…”
Should I use Land Dragon—who’s under my thumb because I know he’s the emperor’s illegitimate child—to spread Mao Zhai’s name far and wide?
The very last method I wanted to resort to.
Because I was certain it would break the rules of the dream.
‘That’s what Choi Kang-hoon did.’
He brought a portable drive containing videos of his father into the dream and used them.
After that—blocked!
From then on, I couldn’t even bring basic personal belongings into the dream world.
“Young Master Kang.”
(My prince~!)
Perhaps time really is medicine; Tang Sayang, now brimming with life again, approached me.
“Yes, Miss Tang.”
“I have something to tell you.”
(My disciples will understand!)
“What is it?”
“For the peace of the martial world, I’ve decided to let go of my two beloved disciples, Emei Fairy and Emei Divine Sword.”
(They’ve probably already had their inner energy drained by the Blood Demon’s Star-Absorbing Art, just like me. It’s too late to save them now. Giving up is the right choice.)
“I see.”
In the original novel, Tang Sayang loved her disciples like her own daughters…
The reason she gave up on the protagonist was supposedly some moral issue about master and disciple loving the same man.
Bullshit. It was definitely the author forcing his own ethics into the story.
“So you don’t have to worry about me becoming the Blood Demon’s puppet anymore.”
(I almost misunderstood him as an evil man just because of what my disciples said. Why blame the strong, handsome Young Master Kang?)
“…Yes. I believe you.”
I literally had no choice but to believe her.
“Thank you.”
(Oh my! Those eyes full of trust… Take me, Young Master Kang~!)
“You okay?”
My heart hurts a little.
“I’m fi—urgh!”
“What’s wrong?”
“M-my head suddenly…”
(Grandson of the Heavenly Demon. If you can hear this seat’s voice, come to Molang Temple tomorrow at the. I shall be waiting.)
[TL Note: Hour of the snake — 9 to11 a.m.]
“…”
Even after abandoning her two disciples, Tang Sayang was still the Blood Demon’s puppet.
***
Molang Temple (沒浪寺).
The abandoned monastery that appears in volume 215 of <Is This Heavenly Demon for Real?>—the final volume that caps off the entire series.
‘Never thought I’d actually come here.’
Molang Temple is the stage for the ultimate decisive battle that decides the fate of the martial world, and it’s also the place where the strongest being in the entire setting, the Heavenly Demon, loses his life.
And the protagonist?
He was so busy protecting his beautiful wives in crisis that he couldn’t lift a finger to help—meaning he was the trash disciple who abandoned his master (who was like a parent) for women.
“The Blood Demon isn’t here yet.”
(Young Master Kang ditched Mi-bong and chose me!)
“There’s still time.”
“Let’s go inside the temple.”
(If only I could collapse into Young Master Kang’s arms inside this empty temple…!)
“…Sure.”
I had come to Molang Temple with only Tang Sayang—the Blood Demon’s puppet.
The little Fist King and Mi-bong?
I left them at Shaolin Temple, a place so overwhelmingly powerful that not even the Blood Demon Guard would dare attack recklessly.
Shaolin Temple (少林寺).
Located on Mount Song (嵩山), one of the five great sacred mountains of the Central Plains in Henan Province.
The heart of Central Plains Buddhism, and so mighty that virtually every powerful monk in wuxia novels is said to hail from Shaolin.
‘Do the women of the martial world have zero sense of danger?’
The Number One Beauty Under Heaven got kidnapped after being knocked out by sleeping incense like an idiot, Mi-bong threw a tantrum demanding to be taken to a dangerous location…
I could still picture Mi-bong at Shaolin Temple, eyes brimming with tears as she begged me.
Whoooosh~
The wind blew straight through the ruined walls and gates of Molang Temple.
“It’s almost the hour of the dog…”
[TL Note: The hour of the dog (戌時): between 7 and 9 p.m.]
There were no precise clocks in this era, so we could only estimate, but the position of the sun gave a rough idea.
“The sun hasn’t fully set yet. Let’s wait.”
(Should I say it now? Or wait a little longer?)
“…Miss Tang.”
“Yes?”
“Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“No.”
(I’ll wait! I have my pride as a woman! But that vixen Mi-bong keeps nagging at me…)
“I see.”
I felt like an idiot for even briefly suspecting that Tang Sayang was hiding some important secret from us.
Swish—
The sun vanished completely, plunging the world into darkness.
“…He’s late.”
“How does Young Master Kang know the Blood Demon is coming here?”
“I was told separately.”
Tang Sayang seemed completely unaware of the Blood Demon’s sorcery.
She had no idea she was still dancing on the palm of his hand!
If she ever found out, the shock might destroy her.
We waited a little longer.
“This is strange…”
“It might be a trap…”
(Forget the disciples! Don’t waver! Think only of Young Master Kang Moon-soo!)
“I actually hope it is the Blood Demon’s trap.”
“Then I’ll help, even if only a little.”
(That way I can help Young Master Kang and score points!)
“…I’ll take the sentiment.”
I didn’t expect Tang Sayang—who had only enough inner energy left to preserve her youth—to be much help in a fight.
Clatter!
A suspicious sound came from outside the temple.
“Young Master Kang!”
“Let’s go!”
We rushed outside, staying on full alert.
“Urgh…”
A blood-soaked masked figure was collapsed in front of the gate.
“Blood Demon Guard?”
“Yes. Definitely one of the Blood Demon Guard that attacked the Emei Sect.”
(Why is a half-dead Guard here instead of the Blood Demon?)
I was thinking the exact same thing as Tang Sayang.
“Where’s the Blood Demon?”
“W-we were… ambushed…”
The masked man answered with great difficulty.
“Ambushed?”
“T-take this… urgh!”
Thud.
The man’s breathing stopped. Clutched in his blood-soaked hand was a necklace that radiated an eerie, sorcerous aura.
He came all this way to deliver this to me?
The necklace, woven from bones, gave off a deeply unsettling vibe.
“Hmm. Let’s try it on.”
“Young Master Kang!”
(It’s too dangerous!)
“I’ll be fine. We don’t have time to hesitate right now.”
Something had clearly happened to the Blood Demon.
Could it be a trap?
I was more worried about missing the chance to learn valuable sorcery if the Blood Demon died.
Shhk—
I put the necklace on.
“…Nothing’s happening.”
“Really?”
(Was I just being paranoid?)
But instead of disappointment, I handed it to Tang Sayang.
“Miss Tang, you try wearing it.”
“…Alright.”
(I’m nervous, but I can’t embarrass myself in front of Young Master Kang!)
Shhk—
With determination in her heart, Tang Sayang put the necklace on.
“It just feels a little creepy, that’s all.”
(It’s real. I will now guide you to where I am.)
“It looks great on you.”
The necklace only worked when Tang Sayang wore it, not me.
“Huh?”
“I said it really suits you, Miss Tang.”
“W-well… if you say so…”
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she let go of the necklace.
“Shall we take a little walk together?”
“I’d love to!”
(From the back gate of Molang Temple, run straight ahead. Keep going until I tell you to stop.)
“…How about a light jog?”
“Sure.”
In front of a pine tree whose bark looked clawed by some wild beast,
(Stop.)
“Miss Tang, let’s rest here for a moment.”
“Huh? Oh—yes, of course.”
(Now head east.)
“…Let’s go.”
“But we barely rested…”
Tang Sayang, who had just leaned against the pine tree, looked confused.
“I’ll carry you on my back.”
“Th-that’s…!”
(I will tell you when to stop. Walk slowly. One step further than I say and you’ll be lost forever.)
“Don’t want to?”
“I might be a little heavy…”
“It’s fine.”
“Then… excuse me.”
Her face and ears turned crimson as I carried the deeply embarrassed Tang Sayang on my back and walked slowly, truly like a leisurely stroll.
Shrrrr…
Mist began to settle over everything.
(Stop.)
I halted exactly as the Blood Demon instructed.
“Young Master Kang?”
(A formation I set lies ahead. Step carelessly and you’ll never escape until you die!)
“The fog is really thick.”
It didn’t look like natural mist formed from water vapor.
“You’re right.”
(From now on, I will guide you. Focus and follow. Walk northeast a bit and you’ll see six stone pagodas. Take the path between the second and third from the left.)
“The second…”
“Young Master Kang?”
“This is the Blood Demon’s formation. Trust me and follow.”
“…Okay.”
(Stop. Ahead lies the Death Gate…)
I kept walking without pause until the mist finally ended.
“This is…?”
I’d already suspected it wasn’t a trap from the start, but the moment I saw the headless corpses of the Blood Demon Guard, the truth hit me.
The Blood Demon was in real danger.
“Young Master Kang! What in the world is going on?!”
“Hold on tight!”
“Huh? Kyaa?!”
The guiding voice vanished the instant the fog cleared, and my vision opened up. I broke into a full sprint.
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary mountain village.
But thanks to my knowledge of the original novel, I recognized it immediately.
The Blood Demon Palace (血魔殿).
Strictly speaking, this village was just an outer checkpoint. The real headquarters was hidden behind it.
‘It’s not Ma-ryong.’
I’d met the guy—he was strong, but nowhere near strong enough to turn the Blood Demon’s home base into a slaughterhouse.
Then who?
Excluding the Heavenly Demon—the strongest existence in the entire setting—there was only one possible answer.
“Mao Zhai…”
“Pardon?”
(Grandson of the Heavenly Demon. Welcome to the Blood Demon Palace, where the Heavenly Demon who once drenched the Central Plains in blood now sleeps.)
“Welcome my ass.”
The original novel’s protagonist was about to destroy the place, and here I was walking right into the finale.
“Urgh…”
“Grrgh…”
The graveyard behind the village was a tangled mess of the dead and the dying.
Hundreds? No—thousands…
The Blood Demon Guard, normally terrifyingly powerful yet inexplicably weak only when facing the protagonist.
Their corpses stretched all the way from the graveyard to the rocky mountain beyond.
“Where’s the Blood Demon?”
“O-over there… urgh!”
A barely-alive masked man pointed with a trembling finger.
“Thanks.”
Whoosh!
I poured on even more speed, praying I wasn’t too late.
‘Why the hell is Mao Zhai here?!’
I had no idea why, but this was finally my chance to meet him.
If the Blood Demon died and I missed him again?
Back to square one. I’d rather die than let that happen.
“Hup?!”
I freed the right hand that had been supporting Tang Sayang’s backside, drew the Green Forest Eighteen Blades from my waist, and swung.
CLANG—!
Sparks flew.
The identity of the assassin that had ambushed me?
‘No way—Sword Control Technique?!’
Ownerless swords were flying through the air like drones.
Sword Control Technique (以氣御劍術).
The ultimate technique that manipulates swords through pure inner energy.
In the original novel, the protagonist had only started using it around volume 100 after throwing hidden weapons like Ma-ryong did…
‘Holy shit!’
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG…!
I knocked away the swarm of blades buzzing toward me like angry hornets and charged forward.
And finally—
“Stop! Same side!”
“…”
“Mao Zhai~!”
I yelled at the top of my lungs toward the man who was attacking without even looking at me.
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