Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 214 : Even in the Swamp, Grass Grows (1)

Jin Sa-wol was resolute.

"I don't want to."

At the short answer, Jo Geom-ok showed a faint smile as if she had expected it.

It was natural for Jin Sa-wol to refuse Seo Mun-ryeon's proposal. Jo Geom-ok thought that he had made that decision for her.

But Seo Mun-ryeon could not understand why Jin Sa-wol was not interested in the Demonic Cult.

"Why not?"

"Compared to Guguang, it's cold here. It snows a lot too."

At the words that he was refusing because he didn't like the weather, Seo Mun-ryeon was at a loss for words for a moment.

If he were a killing ghost of the Ghost Spirit Valley, she could understand.

It was a statement that not only killing ghosts but also any low-ranking warrior of the Demonic Cult could understand.

On a day when it snowed heavily in the middle of winter, they had to sweep the snow of the entire Ghost Spirit Valley with a broom all day long.

There was no more troublesome work than that.

Since Seo Mun-ryeon was on the side of admiring the snow, she could not possibly know that pain.

Jin Sa-wol watched as the situation was roughly being sorted out.

The warriors of the Cheon family were cornered in one corner and were fighting their final battle, and the Demonic Cult members were still strongly pressing them.

There was no mercy.

Although the injured warriors of the Cheon family begged to be saved, the Demonic Cult members mercilessly cut their necks or hit their heads and killed them.

He saw Dokgo Hyeon and Dokgo Hye walking from a distance.

The siblings slowly entered the Heavenly Demon Hall with their escort warriors.

The inside of the main hall, which was full of the smell of blood and corpses, was a mess. Dokgo Hyeon, who had stepped on the pooled blood on the floor with a cheolpeok sound, slowly headed for the grand master's chair placed on the upper seat.

Although his body ached from a major injury, he had to endure and walk now.

The grand master's chair placed before his eyes was a seat without an owner. If he sat, he could become the Demonic Cult Leader.

Since he knew that instinctively, Dokgo Hyeon silently crossed the main hall, climbed the stairs, and sat on the grand master's chair.

Leaning back on the backrest and looking down, he could see the entire main hall at a glance. Although there were only nine stairs, it felt like he was floating on the nine heavens.

The appearance of the main hall was like hell, and that appearance was as if he were looking at the whole world.

"How much blood have I shed to sit on this throne..."

Dokgo Hyeon, who had raised his head and looked at the empty ceiling, closed his eyes for a moment with a faint smile.

There had been so many things until he had come here. Those memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Among them, the one that remained in his memory for the longest time was the appearance of Dokgo Shin-wi.

The story Dokgo Shin-wi had told lingered in his ears.

"No matter how chaotic the cult is, in the end, the position of the Cult Leader belongs to our family."

As Dokgo Shin-wi had said, in the end, it was he who had sat on the seat of the Cult Leader. Dokgo Hye approached his side and placed her hand on Dokgo Hyeon's shoulder.

"You've finally gotten what you wanted."

As if he were intoxicated by Dokgo Hye's sweet voice, Dokgo Hyeon showed a smile and held Dokgo Hye's hand, which was holding his shoulder.

It looked like the appearance of a loving brother and sister.

They looked at each other's faces with eyes in which countless emotions were exchanged.

The two enjoyed this moment.

But just then, someone's voice disturbed their enjoyment.

"Not everyone who sits on the throne becomes the Cult Leader."

It was Seo Mun-ryeon's voice.

She was standing on the stairs right below the grand master's chair and was glaring at Dokgo Hyeon and Dokgo Hye.

Dokgo Hyeon let go of Dokgo Hye's hand and looked at Seo Mun-ryeon with a cold expression.

"Seo Mun Ga-jeong is dead."

At his coldness and an unknown strong prayer, Seo Mun-ryeon showed a hardened expression as if she were surprised.

'They say the position makes the person, and he has become a different person.'

The appearance of Dokgo Hyeon, who was sitting on the grand master's chair and looking down at her, looked like a completely different person from usual.

Should I say he was like a poisonous snake that had revealed its fangs? He had usually looked like a toothless earthworm, but since he had become a poisonous snake, she was momentarily flustered.

Dokgo Hyeon looked at Seo Mun-ryeon with an arrogant gaze and said again.

"If you want, I'll give you the Hall of Light. I need a suitable person to take responsibility for the major and minor affairs of the cult."

"Ha! Do you think I would be loyal to you for a mere position of a hall master?"

"Are you saying we should fight?"

Dokgo Hyeon showed a killing intent as Seo Mun-ryeon ignored him.

"If you oppose me, not a single ant of the Seo Mun family will be left."

"Hmm..."

"Now the cult is very chaotic. If you are a person of the Seo Mun family, you should sacrifice your life for the cult."

At Dokgo Hyeon's words, Seo Mun-ryeon turned her head as if she were dumbfounded. In her eyes, she saw the blood-soaked Lee Mak-jeong entering.

He had cleaned up the outside and had entered the main hall.

Although the corpses of Gung Ma-yeop and Baek Ri-hyeok came into his eyes, for now, Dokgo Hyeon, who was sitting on the grand master's chair, was the priority.

Lee Mak-jeong, who had spat blood, aimed the tip of his saber at Dokgo Hyeon.

"I'm fighting like crazy, but you're sitting in a chair and resting comfortably. Do you think I would recognize you as the Cult Leader for that?"

"I'll give the Blood Good Palace to Master Lee. Along with the position of the Four Guardian Demonic Gods."

Hearing Dokgo Hyeon's words, Lee Mak-jeong lowered his saber. As Dokgo Hyeon promised an exceptional treatment, Lee Mak-jeong contemplated for a moment.

"Who is the one who killed my master and my junior?"

"The Cheon family guys killed them. As you can see, they are all dead too."

Lee Mak-jeong could tell how fierce the fight in the main hall had been just by looking at the dead corpses.

Dokgo Hyeon was the strong one who had survived until the end. The status of the head of the Dokgo family also made his back look even more prominent.

Lee Mak-jeong thought that fighting the Dokgo family now would be a loss.

"I will follow your will. I will come in the evening."

Lee Mak-jeong threw a word and then, holding the corpse of the dead Gung Ma-yeop, went outside. As his subordinates came in, collected the remaining corpse of Baek Ri-hyeok, and disappeared, a silence fell in the main hall.

Lee Mak-jeong was thinking of consulting with his subordinates.

Dokgo Hyeon turned his eyes to Seo Mun-ryeon. Just then, Dam-ji, along with Mun-gang and Jang Cho, and Yuk Seol-jeong, entered the main hall.

Jang Cho lightly jumped up, stood to Dokgo Hyeon's right, and took his pulse. His condition was not bad.

The external wound that Na Hyeon-gi had lightly stabbed was not a big problem. There was almost no internal injury.

Mun-gang, who had returned to his chubby original appearance, was wearing clothes. He stood about two zhang away from Seo Mun-ryeon.

"Congratulations, Cult Leader."

It was Yuk Seol-jeong, who was speaking with an innocent smile. Dokgo Hyeon nodded and then said to Seo Mun-ryeon.

"Now is not the time to fight, but to unite. I am different from the former Cult Leaders. I have no intention of shedding blood to unite the cult. I will give a suitable position and treat everyone who helped me become the Cult Leader. If you take charge of the Hall of Light, my shoulders will feel much lighter."

At Dokgo Hyeon's story, everyone's gaze turned to Seo Mun-ryeon.

What surprised Seo Mun-ryeon was that these people were paying attention to her.

'When did they?'

These people who were looking at her were all in the same boat. She had only now realized that they were people who were on the same boat.

She knew that Mun-gang and Jang Cho were people who followed Dokgo Hyeon. What was surprising was Dam-ji's move.

"When did you get on the same boat as the Dokgo family?"

"A long time ago."

Dam-ji answered honestly.

"What about the head of the Na family?"

"He's a good person. But that's it."

Dam-ji glanced at the corpse of the dead Na Hyeon-gi. She turned her head at the unsightly appearance.

"All he had was the status of the head of the fallen Na family and the worthless killing ghosts of the Ghost Spirit Valley. Do you think I really gave my heart to such a guy?"

"There's a worthless killing ghost here."

A low voice echoed in the main hall, and then Jin Sa-wol walked in.

Behind him, Bi-sun and Jo-rim, and Jo Geom-ok, were with him.

Dam-ji was surprised to see Jin Sa-wol and shut her mouth.

Dokgo Hyeon's eyes looked down at Jin Sa-wol. Jin Sa-wol, who was below the stairs, naturally looked up at Dokgo Hyeon, who was sitting on the grand master's chair.

"Thanks to Brother Jin, I was able to sit here. Thank you."

"It's a relief."

"If there's anything you want, say it. I'll give you everything."

"What about that neck?"

At Jin Sa-wol's answer, the atmosphere of the main hall instantly turned cold. Everyone half-bowed their waists and grabbed the hilts of their weapons. It was a reflexive action.

The escort warriors of the Dokgo family also began to press Jin Sa-wol from the left and right.

Dokgo Hyeon raised his hand and stroked his neck.

It was an instinctive action.

"Stop."

When he said that, everyone straightened their waists and withdrew their killing intent.

Dokgo Hyeon asked with a hardened expression.

"Does Brother Jin want to become the Cult Leader?"

Jin Sa-wol shook his head.

"No."

"That's a relief."

Dokgo Hyeon spoke his honest heart. If Jin Sa-wol had stepped forward to become the Cult Leader, there would have been no more troublesome matter.

Jin Sa-wol, reading the atmosphere of the main hall, asked.

"It seems the person who called me is Brother Dokgo."

"That's right. I'm the one who called."

"Was there a need to use Pavilion Master Jang?"

"I thought Brother Jin would move if I did that. Pavilion Master Jang also gave his permission."

As Dokgo Hyeon looked at Jang Cho, Jang Cho nodded.

The original plan was for Jin Sa-wol to kill Gung Ma-yeop. That was all he had wanted.

After that, killing Na Hyeon-gi and becoming the Cult Leader was Dokgo Hyeon's job. But things had gone differently from what he had expected.

Gung Ma-yeop and Jin Sa-wol had not fought and had been together. Although he had felt that things were going wrong, the Cheon Cult Leader had appeared and had solved everything.

Although it was an unexpected event, the result had flowed in a good direction for the Dokgo family.

Since the Cheon Cult Leader had cleaned up the main hall for Dokgo Hyeon, Dokgo Hyeon had been able to take the throne without much effort.

Now, only Jin Sa-wol remained.

"If you remain in our cult, I will give you the position of the left lion."

Although Dokgo Hyeon promised a high position, Jin Sa-wol's expression did not change. Dokgo Hyeon, who had used him to take the throne, did not look good.

He felt again that the people standing around him were ultimately people of the Demonic Cult.

Countless footsteps echoed behind Jin Sa-wol.

Thump! Thump!

The ground vibrated, and the side doors of the main hall all opened with a chwareureuk! sound, and a huge number of Demonic Cult members were seen lined up.

Their strong momentum was directed at Jin Sa-wol and his party.

Dokgo Hyeon raised his hand. Then, a thunderous voice erupted.

"In heaven and on earth, I alone am the honored one! Long live! Long live! Ten thousand years!"

"Long live! Long live! Ten thousand years!"

The appearance of the numerous Demonic Cult members prostrating themselves at once came into Jin Sa-wol's eyes.

Everyone was congratulating Dokgo Hyeon on becoming the Demonic Cult Leader.

The only ones who did not prostrate themselves, shouting 'long live' to Dokgo Hyeon, were Jin Sa-wol's party and Seo Mun-ryeon.

Seo Mun-ryeon slowly moved to Jin Sa-wol's side and stood. It was an attitude that she could not recognize Dokgo Hyeon as the Cult Leader.

Although Dokgo Hyeon saw Seo Mun-ryeon's action, he had no complaints. In any case, it would be as he wished.

He showed a smile and raised his hand.

"Everyone, rise."

At Dokgo Hyeon's loud voice, everyone stood up.

Their movements instilled a strong confidence in Dokgo Hyeon's lungs.

"Join our cult."

Dokgo Hyeon's eyes were on Jin Sa-wol. But Seo Mun-ryeon answered instead.

"From today, the Hwahwaru and the Hao Faction will sever their ties with the Demonic Cult."

(End of Chapter)