Heavenly Inquisition Sword Novel - Chapter 245
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Chapter 245: Aunt, You Helped a Demon
Yeon Jeokha stared intently at Yang Gwancheol.
“Ahjussi, let’s be honest. You’ve never formally learned exorcism spells or incantations, have you?”
“I have learned them.”
“Formally?”
Faced with the persistent questioning, Yang Gwancheol scratched his head with an uncomfortable expression.
“I just picked up a bit by observing…”
“Tsk! I’ve heard that magical treasures depend on who uses them. I’ll talk to them, so when you have time, ask the Three Immortals of Kunlun to teach you. If you feel you’re not up to it, you can sell or lend them the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword.”
With these words, Yeon Jeokha returned the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword to Yang Gwancheol.
“Is this really a magical treasure?”
“Yes, it seems the problem isn’t with the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, but with you.”
“…”
Yang Gwancheol stroked the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword with a complicated expression.
Bok Jaeja, the master of Mu Ae Do-gwan, who had been watching from a distance, stealthily approached.
“Um, Mister Yeon. Could you take a look at my magical treasure as well?”
“Let me see it.”
Yeon Jeokha extended his hand without refusing.
After seeing the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, he was curious about what might be wrong with the other sorcerers’ items.
Bok Jaeja quickly handed over the Fire Fan.
“You said it was the Fire Fan used by Jong Ri-gwon, right?”
“Yes, yes.”
Yeon Jeokha carefully examined the Fire Fan.
But no matter how much he looked at it, he didn’t feel the same potential power as with the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword.
Just in case, he channeled a small amount of the Nine Heavens Energy, and immediately, there was a cracking sound as if the wood was splitting.
He quickly withdrew his energy before the fan could break.
When he had done his first training with a wooden sword on Five Peaks Mountain, it wasn’t as weak as this.
The fan seemed like it would crumble with just a bit of force.
Returning the Fire Fan, Yeon Jeokha said:
“I don’t know if Jong Ri-gwon used it, but it’s just a simple dust remover. Use it well for cleaning.”
“…”
Bok Jaeja put away the fan with a dejected expression.
He had high expectations because he thought it was the Fire Fan used by Jong Ri-gwon, but it turned out to be just a dust remover.
One of the sorcerers observing whispered to Bok Jaeja:
“Master Bok, not all objects used by the Immortals are magical treasures. An object only becomes a magical treasure if the Immortal infuses it with their spiritual energy.”
Bok Jaeja forced a bitter smile at hearing this.
He knew that.
But he didn’t have the ability to discern whether the object contained spiritual energy or not, so he had come all this way.
The sorcerers’ gazes now turned to Cheong Ryushin of the Silent Wind Temple.
Her small wind drums, also called Wind Bells, had also been ineffective, and she wanted to know why.
Hesitating, Cheong Ryushin approached Yeon Jeokha.
She had been using the wind drums for divination all her life and was confident they were magical treasures.
Like Yang Gwancheol, she wanted to correct whatever was wrong and learn what she needed to learn.
“Sir, could you take a look at my Wind Bells as well?”
Yeon Jeokha silently extended his hand.
Cheong Ryushin took out the Wind Bells and handed them to Yeon Jeokha.
As soon as Yeon Jeokha held the Wind Bells, his face twisted.
Like the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, the Wind Bells emitted a strange force.
But unlike the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, the Wind Bells gave him chills.
When his spirit trembled, the Nine Heavens Energy naturally surged.
After coursing through his body, the Nine Heavens Energy flowed into the Wind Bells.
The Nine Heavens Energy contained the power to “destroy evil and reveal justice.”
The Wind Bells in Yeon Jeokha’s hand began to shake violently as if possessed.
Tinkle. Tinkle. Tinkle~
The sorcerers around him shivered at the sound of the bells, which sounded like the wailing of ghosts.
Soon, the sound of explosions came from the ten bells.
Craaaac. Craaaac. Craaaac…
After ten explosions, the bells calmed down.
Yeon Jeokha lightly shook the bells as if playing a game.
Tinkle. Tinkle. Tinkle…
The sound was no longer unpleasant like before.
It was like the murmur of a stream, lively but not annoying.
‘That’s it.’
After enjoying the sound for a moment, Yeon Jeokha returned the bells to Cheong Ryushin.
“Ajumma.” (Note: Ahjussi means Uncle, and Ajumma means Aunt)
“Yes?”
Cheong Ryushin was startled to hear it and looked at Yeon Jeokha cautiously.
She didn’t need to be told to know that something had changed in the bells.
She had used the bells to ward off evil spirits before, so she knew.
It had been an exorcism, no doubt.
“Ajumma, you weren’t helping us, but the demons. You were encouraging the demons. Did you know those bells were demonic?”
“Demonic?! That can’t be. I used them because they were effective. Really!”
“Don’t be so surprised. I’ve already removed the evil from the bells. The sound has become clear and pure, right?”
“Then, have they become normal bells?”
Cheong Ryushin showed a disappointed expression.
She had lost her best tool for making money.
Yeon Jeokha couldn’t help but feel angry at her brazen reaction.
“Aunt, who made those bells?”
He had seen it clearly earlier.
Just like when a demon dies, there was a flash of blue light when the bells exploded.
It was obvious that the bells, like the Demon Warriors, had been made by sacrificing human lives.
He wasn’t lying when he said:
“…The Wind Bells contain the soul of a drowned child. Of course, it wasn’t me who drowned them. Hahaha!”
Cheong Ryushin lowered her gaze at the cold look from Yeon Jeokha.
“I also received them from my Shinnmo.”
Shinnmo meant “the mother who grants spirits,” so she was Cheong Ryushin’s master.
“Shinnmo?”
“Yes, the previous owner of the Silent Wind Temple is my Shinnmo. I inherited them from her.”
Yeon Jeokha looked at Cheong Ryushin carefully.
She didn’t seem to be lying.
“That woman said the bells contained the soul of a drowned child, right?”
“Yes…”
“Those bells were made by sacrificing a human life. Your Shinnmo was trash. Aunt, consider yourself lucky.”
Yeon Jeokha, releasing a cold energy, walked past Cheong Ryushin.
The sorcerers glanced at Cheong Ryushin.
They, too, had seen the exorcism process.
Who would have imagined that Cheong Ryushin’s bells had such malignant power?
Since ancient times, sometimes malicious objects created by sacrificing human lives were used.
These were called “Yum Mae.”
After leaving a child without food for days, food was placed in a barrel to lure them in and starve them. Thus, the barrel became a Yum Mae, containing the child’s soul.
Cheong Ryushin’s Wind Bells seemed to have been a Yum Mae made in the same way.
The sorcerers recalled what Cheong Ryushin had said earlier and were astonished.
Cheong Ryushin couldn’t raise her head.
Feeling everyone’s gazes, she stealthily approached Yang Gwancheol.
“Master Yang, I think I should leave this place.”
“Are you going to leave the Demon Extermination Division?”
Yang Gwancheol looked at her with a bitter expression.
He had been lucky, but she hadn’t.
She was fortunate if she wasn’t shunned for using a Yum Mae among the sorcerers.
“Knowing that, why ask? Please speak well of me to the Heaven and Earth Alliance.”
“Then, are you going back to the Silent Wind Temple?”
“I have nowhere else to go. I must return.”
“But who exactly is this Shinnmo who made such a malicious object?”
Normally, no one in their right mind would make a Yum Mae.
Who could kill an innocent child?
“She’s a terrifying person.”
Cheong Ryushin shivered at the thought of Shinnmo.
Although she had served her as master and mother for over twenty years, just thinking of her terrified her.
If Shinnmo were still at the Silent Wind Temple, she wouldn’t even dare to return.
“How terrifying is she to make you tremble like that?”
“She’s not a person, she’s a ghost. A ghost.”
“Ghost, my foot! She’s just an old hag who makes malicious things.”
“Shh! Don’t say things that might bring you misfortune. My Shinnmo has prophetic vision; it could be dangerous.”
Yang Gwancheol fell silent, uncomfortable.
Cheong Ryushin, watching, whispered:
“Then, take care. I’m leaving.”
Without waiting for a response, Cheong Ryushin left the Demon Extermination Division.
Henan Province.
Sanggu.
Early in the morning.
About three hundred warriors filled the road outside the city.
They were members of the Blue Dragon Division, who had spent the night at an inn and were now on their way back after eliminating demons on Tianmen Mountain.
Although they had completed their mission, their faces showed no joy.
They had lost over fifty comrades.
There were no injuries.
A single touch from the flames, and they burned to ashes, so there was no chance of injury.
Having heard about it but facing it without being able to do anything, they were demoralized despite their victory.
Not everyone in the Blue Dragon Division felt that way.
One person, Yeon Seungbaek, was radiant.
He had unexpectedly obtained the Waryong Sword, an unparalleled treasure.
He was so eager to wield the sword that he could hardly contain himself.
The Waryong Swordsman, Yeon Mubaek, wanted to say something to his younger brother but held back.
No matter what he said now, his brother wouldn’t listen.
‘Tsk.’
Yeon Mubaek clicked his tongue internally and looked around in boredom.
After giving up the Waryong Sword to his brother, he felt distanced from the center.
‘Haha! We’re at the end of the Blue Dragon Division’s formation, truly a sidelined life.’
The formation of the Blue Dragon Division was like this.
Thirty scouts went ahead, clearing the way.
They were followed by the main body, divided into three groups.
At the front was the Grandmaster Swordsman Lee Uijeong, with the Cheongseong Sect, the Quanzhen Sect, and the Peng Clan.
By the way, the Cheongseong Sect is also commonly known as the Qingcheng Sect.
In the middle were the new disciples and the Uicheon Sect, along with the sorcerers.
The remaining small clans and sects were at the end.
Yeon Mubaek and Yeon Seungbaek were in the last group.
Of course, the Grandmaster Swordsman of Uicheon hadn’t assigned those positions.
It was just that they naturally moved in like-minded groups, so those divisions formed.
His brother’s goal was the center.
He wanted to be near Lee Somin and the new disciples.
But he wasn’t the only one with that desire.
That was the goal of all the young people from the small clans and sects at the rear.
Who knew how many of the fifty youths would achieve that dream?
Had they been walking for an hour?
Suddenly, the calm vanguard became agitated.
Stretching his neck to see what was happening, Yeon Seungbaek heard a soft flute sound.
Immediately, the Grandmaster Swordsman of Uicheon and the Masters of the Cheongseong Sect and Quanzhen Sect rushed forward.
Something must have happened at the front.
The vanguard of the main body quickly advanced, stretching the formation.
The new disciples and the Uicheon Sect, along with the sorcerers, also moved forward to where the Peng Clan was.
Still, it didn’t seem dangerous.
Over two hundred and fifty warriors at the vanguard and center were enough.
Excited, Yeon Seungbaek asked:
“Brother, it seems like something is happening, right?”
“It looks that way, but stay calm. The enemy is the Yoomyung Cult.”
“Why are you so nervous? You saw how the sorcerers acted. Besides, I have a magical treasure and martial skills. Don’t you think I can do as well as Yeon Jeokha?”
‘Brother! Unlike us, Yeon Jeokha has mastered all the secret techniques of the Yeon Clan.’
But Yeon Mubaek swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
Saying something would only incite his brother’s competitive spirit.
The Masters of the Peng Clan patrolled the formation, shouting, “Prepare for a surprise attack!”
Suddenly, Yeon Mubaek remembered the phrase “East Probe, West Strike.”
Could the Yoomyung Cult be taking advantage of the moment when the Grandmaster Swordsman went to support the vanguard to attack the weakened main body?
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