Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation-Novel

Chang! Chang!

The battle between the secret warriors and the Heavenly Events Order’s men was fierce. Although they took down two of them right away, this was the home base of the secret warriors.

And their number was higher.

Not only that, but the special skills of Yorim didn’t work on them anymore either.

“Ha!”

“Ah!”

To be precise, the secret warriors didn’t give them time to use their skills.

“Tch.”

Yorim clicked his tongue.

As expected from the warriors of the Supreme pavilion. The combined attack carried out by just two of them was extremely threatening.

They kept pushing them, not giving them a chance to breathe.

“Are they not tired?”

Tuk

Blocking the attacks from both sides, Yorim shouted as he fell from the roof.

Anyway, he was still doing fine. His stamina seemed lacking a little, but this was still better.

“Ha!”

Yorim fired qi shots in all directions.

As it was something that could be avoided, they did that and he sighed.

The fight was in full swing, and then something caught his eye.

There was a boy standing on the roof, all alone. And Yorim saw other secret warriors approaching himself.

“Ugh! This!”

He looked around, but it didn’t seem like any of the people around cared about Songhwa.

Shhh!

There was one warrior who was in the field of vision of Songhwa.

One of the two warriors who were attacking Seo Ryeong had backed off and changed targets.

“This bastard…”

For the warrior, Songhwa was an easy opponent, and one that must be killed.

In the middle of a fierce battle, if one of the enemies is killed, be it someone skilled or not, that could still affect the morale of everyone.

Even as he looked at the enemy, Songhwa just smiled.

“Do I look that easy?”

“Ha, this bastard seriously.”

The secret warriors didn’t even want to talk to the child. He immediately lowered his stance and quickly closed the distance and thrust the sword at Songhwa’s chest.

Huk

But, before he could smile happily about it, his face went stiff.

He surely stabbed him. He definitely did, but he felt nothing. Moreover, the child’s expression still looked bright.

“Y-you!”

He swung his sword again. It was a desperate struggle to get out of the spell that had been cast.

Wheik!

He could see the boy and he rushed to stab the kid again.

“Huh! You are nothing…”

Kuak!

But something was odd.

With a strangely familiar voice, the appearance of the boy gradually changed and soon turned into a grown man.

“Uh… uh?”

What was visible at the tip of the sword was the uniform of the Supreme Pavilion.

One secret warrior killed another by accident.

“If one realized the principles of the Deception Spell, they can even change the way the person sees their opponent. Like now.”

“Uh, uh….”

No matter how strong the warrior is, the shock of killing one of their allies is way too huge. So the warrior took a couple steps back and Seo Ryeong didn’t miss that chance.

Puak!

And the secret warrior died so easily.

“You did it?”

Seo Ryeong asked while breathing heavily to which Songhwa nodded as he looked around.

“Do we have the advantage now?”

There were six left warriors around, so that meant their numbers had equalized.

“Is the captain doing well?”

“Of course he is.”

The voices of the members were completely sure he was.

Goo Jong-myung of Mount Hua.

Seol-Hwi was confused when he saw this person here.

This cannot have happened.

A warrior of Mount Hua, a known warrior in the world nonetheless.

But why was he in the Supreme Pavilion?

When they met at the center of the Demonic Sect, he wasn’t sure of what to do.

Seol-Hwi changed his mind.

This was just a mistake which occurred because he had been doubting despite his heart saying something was wrong.

It was because of the symbiotic relationship.

The First Disciple who joined hands with Mount Hua and used the power of the Demonic Sect for killing. If the relationship is much stronger than just that, this would make sense.

“What my name is, does that matter?”

“Huh?”

Goo Jong-myung’s eye twitched as Seol-Hwi continued.

“The Supreme Pavilion Lord made a mistake. The First Disciple decided to hold him responsible for it. That is how much he values the promise with you.”

Seol-Hwi decided to use his head to get out of here.

He spoke like he had been ordered to kill the Supreme Pavilion Lord by the First Disciple and not the Fourth Disciple.

Goo Jong-myung was silent for a moment and seeing that face, Seol-Hwi prayed.

The First Disciple and Mount Hua are close. They had a relationship of give and take.

But this time Mount Hua had a greater loss. And that could be why this old man was here, to talk it out with the Supreme Pavilion Lord.

What should he say to have a neutral position?

“Please say, what would the sect’s demands be? if they aren’t too much for us to fulfill, we will grant them.”

“Hmm?”

Goo Jong-myung titled his head.

He was lost in thought and then looked at the corpse of the Supreme Pavilion Lord.

“There is no such thing as discipline. Even if this is the Demonic Sect, this is a place which kills their contacts with other sects like this.”

“Do not think of our sect like that. Did your thoughts change now? Or did you end up liking this dead man?”

“…I guess you are quite a disgusting man.”

Wheik!

The face of Goo Jong-myung hardened as an intense killing intent rose from him.

Tingle

Seol-Hwi felt his hands and feet tremble at this, but he clenched his teeth and endured it.

Fortunately, what came up wasn’t bad.

“Sigh, right. You are the Demonic Sect. No matter how much you fight in your own place I don’t care. Rather…”

Spit

Goo Jong-myung spit on the body of the Supreme Pavilion Lord and glared at it.

“I need to get paid for the lives of people who died from my sect. Because of his conduct this time, too many kids who shouldn’t have died were killed.”

“We know that. So…”

“Three hundred within this month.”

Tuk

Goo Jong-myung touched the sword with his sheath.

“Three hundred warriors. That is what our sect demands. I don’t care how, make sure to send me at least three hundred.”

“Yes. We will do that.”

“Uh?”

Goo Jong-myung frowned.

“You will really send three hundred? This month?”

Seol-Hwi seriously wanted to hurt this man, but he wasn’t someone he could defeat right now.

And if he thought about it, the Supreme Pavilion Lord was the contact point, the negotiator, so–

“What I am saying… is that this will be reported to my superiors.”

The relationship between Mount Hua and the First Disciple was something of one give and one take.

And perhaps when making the deal, they would push and pull. It would be strange if one simply agreed.

“Our sect too happened to take a huge amount of damage this time… we will try our best.”

“Hmm.”

Goo Jong-myung looked suspicious, due to which Seol-Hwi changed the topic.

“Where do you want it to be? if you want to get 300 men at once shouldn’t it be a battleground?”

“Qutang Gorge is 200 li to the south. The area around belongs to the Cheongsan Sect. You don’t know that either?”

Goo Jong-myung’s eyes kept turning fierce, and with this Seol-Hwi was back to sweating.

“The one before me didn’t speak until the end. Maybe it was because his life was at stake.”

“T-that is so bad. The mountain there is where our sect fights with the Wundang ones, so come there carefully. It will be difficult if anyone finds it.”

“You do not have to worry about that. Our lives are at stake too. We will relay the message properly,”

Seol-Hwi said quickly.

It seemed to be best to get out of here as quickly as possible. If he pretended this clumsily, he was bound to be exposed eventually.

And it is impossible to face the result of killing the Supreme Pavilion only to get killed by a Mount Hua warrior who infiltrated the sect.

“Then take a look around sir. We are busy now… at the end of month, 300, there will be a lot of work on our side to be done to get that number.”

“Right. Well, you are a good friend. It was worthwhile to come here.”

Did Goo Jong-myung like his attitude? He let Seol-Hwi walk away with a smile.

He pretended to be a member of the First Disciple and spoke empty words. At this rate, once again the Mount Hua Sect would be angry at the promise not being kept.

But why would he care?

Those two fighting each other was what they needed.

He wondered what secrets these two sides were hiding…

The correct decision was to get out quickly, and he walked out holding the long blade of Sama Gwi.

But–

“Ugh. But Demonic Sect friend.”

Shh

Goo Jong-myung who was far behind him was now in front.

“Now that I see you. You aren’t a subordinate of the First Disciple.”

He raised his sword.

“…”

Wheing

In an instant, the air shook. The thought of being discovered caused him to feel fear.

“What are you talking about?”

Seol-Hwi decided to drag it out.

But he got caught. How?

“Come to think of it, it wasn’t just one or two things which are strange. I killed a lot of Demonic Sect bastards, but not many know my face.”

Step

The pressure Goo Jong-myung was emitting was enormous!

The Supreme Pavilion Lord was nothing! The situation felt extremely bad for Seol-Hwi.

“However, you recognized me right away. Where did you see me and who are you?”

“If that is what you think, we have a portrait regarding you, we got educated about level one threats.”

“Hehehe, clumsy. The moment you saw me, your heart was pounding fast and you looked flustered to see me.”

He glared down at Seol-Hwi

Not being the subordinate of the First Disciple.

It means to move to another disciple and this means the existence of this which was hidden had been discovered.

And there is no way he would allow it. Of course, he would immediately kill Seol-Hwi to shut him up.

“Anything last words?”

Seol-Hwi was worried.

The man was convinced that Seol-Hwi couldn’t do anything, so Seol-Hwi tried to bargain with him.

“If you let me go… I will pay you several times the lives Mount Hua lost.”

“No, I just thought of something better.”

“…?”

“If I kill you and take you to the First Disciple, I think I will get more benefits.”

“…!”

Seol-Hwi felt it.

This man. He knows about the power struggles between the disciples and saw that the death of Sama Gwi was a part of it.

“Well, then no.”

Seol-Hwi cut his hand to make it bleed.

If there was no choice but to fight, he can take advantage of it and be the first to attack.

Attack while the opponent was still careless.

Step

And he came closer.

Seol-Hwi said,

“Try avoiding it.”

<Supreme Low Temperature Ice is being used.>

Instant use–

The time slow which was giving the feeling of everything being slowed down. He turned to thrust his sword.

That was when he felt that it could maybe work.

However, his sword suddenly wouldn’t move further.

Tuk

“…!”

The time bond was undone and he stood there blankly.

The sword was blocked by the two fingers of Goo Jong-myung.

“Surprise attack?”

Seol-Hwi doubted his own eyes until he realized.

Even with the time bond the opponent had surpassed the speed limit and blocked the attack.

“Pathetic.”

The feelings of the other person dug into his ears.