Chronicles of the Demon Faction
Chapter 335

Episode 335 The hilt of the sword does not remember blood (5)

Flash!

Lee Cheon-sang, who was sleeping while sitting in Taesa Temple in Daejeon with no one around, opened his eyes.

He, who had been watching the front with deep eyes, stood up from his seat. Then I went down the stairs and entered the corridor on the left.

How long did it take to walk like that?

At some point, he stopped and pulled down a flower lantern hanging on the left wall.

Sweet! Drurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

As the firelight went down, the stone wall caved inward and then opened to the side.

It was one of the secret passages known only to the religious leader. Secret passages of this type were hidden not only in the Demon God Palace but also throughout Shingyo.

He climbed the dark stairs that appeared when the wall opened and walked for two hours. Even in a dark space without a single light, his steps were steady.

Sreuk.

Finally, Lee Cheon-sang’s steps stopped.

Kugugoogung!

The wall in front of where Lee Cheon-sang was standing opened with a loud sound. A dazzling light poured into the infinitely dark space.

“Are you here?”

“….”

“I’ve tried this and that, but I’m not sure if it will suit my taste.”

An old man was wiping his hands with a white cloth.

Lee Cheon-sang looked at the table next to the old man. There were all kinds of dishes laid out on a fairly large table.

Lee Cheon-sang asked.

“What about alcohol?”

“Yes. “It may be a yawn that can’t even be compared to what the religious leader usually eats.”

“Come to me.”

“I understand.”

The old man brought two large bottles of alcohol.

Kugugoogung!

When the open stone door closed with a heavy sound, it became the outer wall of an ordinary house again.

Lee Cheon-sang looked out the window. Through the large window, I could see a small tavern that was completely falling apart.

“It’s still the same.”

“Cleaning is done every day.”

“I don’t think cleaning is important.”

“There’s nothing you can do, right? It is difficult to open a new bar with the money given by the head of the penal court. “Well, people won’t come even if we build a new one.”

“….”

“Would you like a drink?”

Lee Cheon-sang looked away from the window and sat down. The old man stood next to him as if he had been waiting and filled his glass.

“It smells good.”

“This is the first alcohol I made after entering Shingyo. “I haven’t tasted it yet either.”

Lee Cheon-sang took a refreshing drink.

“How do you feel?”

“not bad.”

The old man grinned. A look of pure joy appeared on his sallow face.

“You don’t know how much joy the leader’s words brought me.”

“is it?”

“Of course. The greatest demon in the world, no, the greatest demon of all time is drinking the wine I brewed. “That alone is an honor, so how can I not be happy that it tastes so good?”

“Was he the type of person who was good at talking loudly?”

“I’m serious.”

Lee Cheon-sang pointed to the seat next to him with his hand.

“Sit down.”

The old man sat down carefully.

It was a sight that would surprise anyone who knew the old man.

This old man was never this polite. Even if it was in front of Lord Uicheon or Lord of Iron Blood Castle, this old man was the one who would do this or that. That kind of old man is having a hard time meeting Lee Cheon-sang.

Moreover, it was a situation that even people who knew Lee Cheon-sang could not help but be surprised. Lee Cheon-sang was also not the type of person to drink alcohol poured by others in such a simple space.

“Why did you call me?”

The old man smiled.

“How could this lowly old man dare to contact the religious leader?”

“….”

“I guess it’s time.”

“Do you want to go?”

“exactly.”

Even in Protestantism, only a very few people know about it.

The name of this old man, who was simply called Old Man Kang by those who knew him, was Woo-gyeong Kang (姜羽硬).

He was one of the two leaders of the Colorless Temple and a legendary assassin who was inferior to his older brother, Kang Woo-chang, in all aspects, but was superior to him in terms of assassination ability.

“I received a call from the head of the family. To be exact, it may have been something that the Sogyoju ordered the late head of the clan to do.”

Lee Cheon-sang nodded.

Kang Woo-kyung asked cautiously.

“Are you not feeling bad?”

“….”

“The leader of the small church did quite a few things on his own even though there was no order from the leader.”

“So if he’s satisfied, that’s enough.”

It was a scary trust.

Kang Woo-kyung said bitterly.

“The trust between priests can be so deep. “It’s truly surprising in this day and age where even brothers fight each other.”

Maybe it was because Lee Cheon-sang was strong.

The strongest demon in the world who is not oppressed by anything. Since nothing can bind him, he can show this kind of faith.

“Are you thinking about your brother?”

“exactly.”

“Do you still blame him?”

Kang Woo-kyung burst into laughter. It was a laugh that oozed desperation but shook off most of the resentment.

“They say time is a cure. I’ve put it all down now. “Maybe if I see him again, I’ll smile and offer him a drink.”

“It could have been so if the Shameless Master had not resumed his activities.”

“exactly. So I’m curious.”

Kang Woo-kyung’s face showed a serious look.

“Except for the sect leader and Daehobeop, no one in the new church knows my identity. Not only the general military but also the late head of the family does not know about my past. “The late leader only knows me as an informant who was active in the martial arts faction.”

“I guess so.”

“But I wonder how Lord Xiao knew and summoned me. “Did the religious leader give you a word?”

“no.”

“What if I do it?”

Lee Cheon-sang emptied his glass and said. The food had not even been touched yet.

“Liang has a particularly good sense of humor. Even if you are of the same extreme level, it will be difficult to catch up with his sixth sense. “Whether it is innate, through experience, or through magic, the eye that penetrates the essence of events and situations can truly be called divine eye.”

Kang Woo-kyung was a little surprised. This was because I had never seen Lee Cheon-sang speak at such length when talking about someone.

“But no matter how great your intuition is, it is difficult to perform at its best without the minimum amount of information. “It seems like we have come across a lot of information regarding Hao Wen.”

“Right.”

“Maybe it’s information I received from Shaolin.”

Kang Woo-kyung’s eyes sparkled.

It was the moment when he transformed from a stooped, lanky old man to the leader of the Unrivaled Temple who enjoyed unrivaled strength in the shadows of Gangho.

“Shaolin… Do you know Shaolin well?”

“You can’t not know. What Shaolin knows, we know, and what we know, Shaolin knows. “Our school and Shaolin have such a strange relationship.”

“It’s not like we’re exchanging information.”

“I said it was a strange relationship, but I didn’t say we were close. Rather, our school’s greatest enemy is not Uicheon Maeng and Sanghyeolseong, but Shaolin.”

Lee Cheon-sang held out his glass. Kang Woo-kyung politely poured the drink.

“Probably, if it weren’t for your brother, that snake-like Lord of Uicheon wouldn’t have been able to paralyze Shaolin and Shaman.”

“I guess so.”

“You get a drink too.”

Lee Cheon-sang personally filled Kang Woo-kyung’s cup. Kang Woo-kyung bowed as if honored.

“Let’s have a drink.”

The two people clinked their glasses.

Kang Woo-kyung, who emptied his glass, made an impression.

“It doesn’t taste good.”

“is it.”

Lee Cheon-sang put down the glass and raised his hand.

Wooooow.

A haze seemed to rise around the large hand. The objects around the hand looked very distorted.

“It wouldn’t be good to drag it out for too long. “I will return your martial arts skills.”

“Before that, may I ask one more question?”

“I know.”

An inexplicable confusion appeared on Kang Woo-kyung’s face.

“Why did the religious leader save me?”

“Were you curious about that?”

“exactly. Furthermore, it was incomprehensible to me that they were allowed to live here in the inner city.”

It has already been more than twenty years since Kang Woo-kyung came to Protestantism.

This is probably the first time in the thousand-year history that someone has broken through the Protestant religion’s iron-clad defense shield. His stealth skills and breakthrough abilities were that great.

Furthermore, he deceived the eyes of the guardian court and soon sneaked into the demon palace and targeted Lee Cheon-sang.

Kang Woo-kyung deceived everyone and overcome all obstacles.

However, his assassination attempt failed.

No, I couldn’t even try. This was because Lee Cheon-sang was already aware of his existence even before he pulled out the sword of determination.

Although twenty years had passed, Kang Woo-kyung still remembered it clearly.

The terrifying eyes of Lee Cheon-sang, who was sitting with his chin resting in Taesa Temple and looking down at him.

The majesty of a living demon god who suppressed him with only his intimidation, without a single wave of his hand or a single slash of his sword.

At that time, Kang Woo-kyung realized.

The Heavenly Demon Church is a ‘group’ made up of countless demons. However, the true power of the Heavenly Demon Church did not come from the demons.

Only per thousand.

The power of the Heavenly Demon is the be all and end of the Heavenly Demon Church. He doesn’t need any troops or tactics.

This is not a metaphor, but the moment Lee Cheon-sang himself sets foot in the martial arts world, the world will become hell.

That made me even more curious. If Lee Cheon-sang truly wanted the world, he should have gone out into the world on his own. The moment he moved, both camps of righteousness and evil would have become a sea of fire.

But why is he crouching here? Does he not want to take control of the world’s midfield?

“From the perspective of the Protestants and even from the religious leaders, I was a man who deserved to die. Since they were trying to assassinate the religious leader, it wouldn’t have been worth it even if they tore him to death 10,000 times. “But the religious leader actually prepared a house for me to live in here.”

“It did.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I just wanted to do that.”

“…?”

“I was intrigued by you. I thought it was a waste to kill him. So, I just ordered you to live here under the condition that you don’t leave the Protestant church.”

“That… everything?”

“Do we need another reason?”

Kang Woo-kyung sighed.

“Thanks to the religious leader’s whim, this old man was able to survive.”

“That’s the way it is.”

“I thought about this once. I wonder if the religious leader was trying to get people to observe me. “I thought it was a ploy to cleverly uncover the Shameless Temple’s killing methods.”

“I’m not curious about that kind of trivia.”

It was an insult, but Kang Woo-kyung was not offended. If the other person is Lee Cheon-sang, it is not strange no matter what he says.

“The why is not important.”

“…?”

“What matters is the result. By whim or whatever, you’ve lived here for over twenty years. And now, you are trying to be of help to my successor when he needs you.”

“….”

“The hilt of the sword does not remember blood. All that matters is the fact that it was wielded. “This moment proves that my choice was right.”

Kang Woo-kyung burst into laughter without realizing it.

“I really can’t stand it.”

He got up from his seat.

“Give me back my body.”

Uduk.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of bones twisting came from Kang Woo-kyung’s body.

Lee Cheon-sang slowly turned his outstretched hand.

Crump! Crunch!

A bloody sound echoed throughout the room.

The body of a small body with a curvaceous waist changed rapidly.

He uses the axis-gol-gong technique without even touching his hands. Lee Cheon-sang’s infinite power was transforming Kang Woo-kyung’s body so easily.

Kang Woo-kyung’s face was so peaceful.

Although Lee Cheon-sang was showing the ability to reach the level of a god, there was no way he wouldn’t be in pain as his muscles and bones were being twisted. Right now, he is literally enduring the pain of a broken bone.

The body changed.

Quickly, delicately and reliably.

“It’s done.”

“Whoa.”

Kang Woo-kyung closed his eyes, caught his breath, and looked down at his body.

There was no longer a bent old man there. There was a man with a straight back, limbs with good muscle tone, but a strong body that gave the impression of being strong.

“It’s been a really long time.”

Kang Woo-kyung’s face showed honest joy.

Lee Cheon-sang said as he filled his glass.

“Your body must have stiffened a lot. However, the size of the dantian is much larger than before, so it won’t take too long to regain your skills.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s go now.”

Kang Woo-kyung smiled.

“I hope to see you again in the future.”

Slurp.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kang Woo-kyung disappeared.

It is impossible to confirm with the naked eye how it disappeared. It was a secret technique that reached a magical level.

Lee Cheon-sang, who was refilling his glass, suddenly turned his eyes to the food.

He picked up a piece of well-fried meat with chopsticks and ate it.

“You have a strong liver.”

Lee Cheon-sang turned his eyes to the window.

There was a faint magical energy in his transparent eyes.

“There really isn’t much left.”

When I go out into the world.