Heavenly Inquisition Sword Novel - Chapter 247
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Chapter 247: Don’t You Think I Can Do the Same as Jeokha?
Muyeonggwi’s sword lashed out at the Waryong Swordsman, Yeon Mubaek, like a storm.
Under the relentless assault, Yeon Mubaek retreated continuously, barely able to breathe.
However, Muyeonggwi failed to kill him.
New disciples joined one after another, pressing Muyeonggwi.
It was as if well-trained hunting dogs were attacking a lone lion.
The fight didn’t last long.
The masters who had rushed forward with Lee Uijeong returned to the main force.
Sensing the danger, Yoomyung Cult members began to flee.
Even the Demon Warriors were no exception.
Though they could annihilate the Blue Dragon Division by killing just one, no one wanted to die.
Two-shingwhi Yang Soran, Blood Sword, Musanggwi, and Muyeonggwi were the last to leave the battlefield.
When the Yoomyung Cult masters retreated, the Virtue Swordsman Lee Yeonik checked the spellcasters.
Five out of fifteen had died.
Fortunately, none of the owners of the magical treasures had perished.
Lee Yeonik led the ten surviving members of the Demon Extermination Division to Lee Uijeong.
The main force of the Blue Dragon Division lined up on both sides to protect the spellcasters.
Yeon Seungbaek ran alongside the spellcasters, clutching the Waryong Sword.
‘I’ll soon show my true worth.’
Although he was only protecting the spellcasters now, everything would soon change.
They arrived at the location where Lee Uijeong was fighting two demons.
As a Master of the Ten Supreme Masters, Lee Uijeong was holding his own well.
The two demons did not pay attention to the arriving Blue Dragon Division masters.
Thanks to this, the spellcasters were able to position themselves without trouble.
With recent experience against a demon, the spellcasters’ movements were coordinated.
Lee Uijeong began to change his position when the spellcasters were ready.
Soon, one of the demons that had been persistently pursuing him found itself facing the spellcasters.
At that moment, the monk Gong Sangju from the Daelim Temple recited the mantra of the Buddha Avalokiteshvara Sword and threw his exorcism rosary.
“Om de se de ya do mi ni do de sat da ya hum batak!”
With a whistle, the exorcism rosary slid across the ground and entangled the demon’s feet.
“Krrah!”
The demon made a bewildered sound as its feet were bound.
Baek Hwaseom from Yedam advanced with his golden sword.
Then, Master Ma Jo from Seonghwa Seonwon recited the mantra of the Buddha Avalokiteshvara Shield and shook his golden bell.
“Om yak sa ma na ya jan na ra dan no bal ya ba sa ba sa sa ba ha!”
Clang, clang, clang.
The heavy sound of the bell spread in all directions.
The demon covered its ears with its hands and writhed.
Just as Baek Hwaseom approached to stab the demon with the golden sword.
“Kyaaah!”
The writhing demon randomly extended its hands.
The sharp claws lightly grazed Baek Hwaseom’s face.
“Hup!”
With a look of horror, Baek Hwaseom fell backward.
The Blue Dragon Division masters watching exclaimed in astonishment.
Just as Baek Hwaseom was about to get up.
Yeon Seungbaek, like the wind, rushed forward.
Passing by Baek Hwaseom, Yeon Seungbaek unleashed his Flying Dragon Ascension technique with the Waryong Sword.
The sword soared from the ground into the sky.
Thud, thud.
The demon’s body emitted a dull sound.
The demon, which had been writhing, turned its head to look at Yeon Seungbaek.
Yeon Seungbaek swung his sword with force again.
The sword, which had risen, changed direction and fell down, left and right.
It was the fifth move of the Nine Heavens Swordsmanship, Dragon and Phoenix Heavenly Dance (Heavenly Dragon Dance).
Thud, thud.
Dust rose from the demon’s head and chest.
And that was it.
The demon waved its hand in annoyance.
Whoosh.
The sword energy at the demon’s claw tip lunged at Yeon Seungbaek.
“No!”
Yeon Mubaek rushed forward and swung his sword like the wind.
Seeing the Flying Dragon Ascension, he realized.
Though he didn’t know why, the Waryong Sword wasn’t affecting the demon.
There was no need to confirm with two attacks.
But Yeon Seungbaek couldn’t stop and ended up using the Heavenly Dragon Dance.
Clang, clang.
Yeon Mubaek’s sword struck the sword energy and broke.
However, he managed to slightly divert the direction of the sword energy.
Slice.
The sword energy cut into Yeon Seungbaek’s right shoulder and continued flying before vanishing.
Clank.
Yeon Seungbaek’s arm and the Waryong Sword fell to the ground.
Ma Jo, who had been watching, quickly recited the mantra of the Buddha Avalokiteshvara Shield and shook his golden bell.
“Om yak sa ma na ya jan na ra dan no bal ya ba sa ba sa sa ba ha!”
Clang, clang, clang.
“Kraaah!”
The demon covered its head with its hands and writhed again.
Yeon Mubaek took the opportunity to carry Yeon Seungbaek and retreat.
Baek Hwaseom, who had gotten up, extended his golden sword while reciting the mantra of the Six Syllables of the Great King.
“Om mani padme hum!”
Finally, the golden sword pierced the demon’s waist.
“Kyaaah!”
The demon screamed and flailed its arms.
Baek Hwaseom quickly retreated while reciting the mantra of the Six Syllables of the Great King.
The golden sword, lodged in the demon’s waist, advanced with force.
“Kyaaak!”
The screaming demon twisted its body.
Crack.
The demon’s waist, which was half-cut, broke with a strange sound.
The demon’s body, divided in two, turned to ashes and vanished.
Fssss.
Gong Sangju and Ma Jo rushed to retrieve the exorcism rosary and the golden sword.
Soon after, the Thunder God passed by the spellcasters.
Gong Sangju threw the exorcism rosary at the Thunder God again.
Enveloped in the rosary, the Thunder God writhed like a fish out of water.
“Ts-ts-ts-ts.”
The Thunder God, struggling in agony, exhaled a poisonous cloud.
The green cloud covered the Thunder God’s body.
Baek Hwaseom looked at the poisonous cloud with a worried expression.
He couldn’t approach due to the cloud, so the golden sword was useless.
Ma Jo, instead, waved the golden bell with the mantra of the Buddha Avalokiteshvara Shield in front of the poisonous cloud.
“Om yak sa ma na ya jan na ra dan no bal ya ba sa ba sa sa ba ha!”
The green cloud thickened over time.
Had half an hour already passed?
Suddenly, the sound of the Thunder God ceased.
Lee Uijeong, listening carefully, swung his sword to create a wind.
Whoosh.
The wind from the tip of the sword slowly dispersed the green cloud.
The Green Dragon Guard masters, watching anxiously, let out cheers of joy.
“Hooray!”
Where the Thunder God had been, only the exorcism rosary remained.
The Thunder God had been defeated by the power of the exorcism rosary and the golden bell.
Uicheon Geomjon, along with the masters of the Cheongseong and Quanzhen sects, and the Paeng Clan master, congratulated the spellcasters for their hard work.
A little farther from the spellcasters.
Yeon Mubaek was applying medicine and wrapping Yeon Seungbaek’s shoulder with bandages.
Yeon Seungbaek, whose arm had been severed, had a vacant look in his eyes.
Yeon Mubaek looked at his younger brother with pity.
“Hang in there a bit longer. You’ll get proper treatment when we reach a big town.”
Yeon Seungbaek, looking at the spellcasters surrounded by the Blue Dragon Division masters, murmured:
“You saw it, didn’t you? I definitely stabbed the demon with the Waryong Sword. But why didn’t it work?”
“It might be that the Waryong Sword isn’t really a magical treasure. Or maybe there’s a technique we don’t know.”
“Technique… Of course, it must be that. Jeokha must know how to use it. The spellcasters also recite incantations to use their magical treasures. I need to figure it out from Jeokha. Only then will I be able to handle the Waryong Sword correctly.”
“Ah! You should stop obsessing over the Waryong Sword.”
Yeon Mubaek thought that even if there were a special technique, Yeon Jeokha would never reveal it.
“Stop it? Why? Because I lost an arm? So you can retrieve the sword with that excuse?”
“I told you, I’m not interested in the Waryong Sword.”
“Then why are you telling me to stop?”
“I doubt there is any technique, but even if there is, do you think Jeokha will reveal it to you? Think about what our mother and the elders of the Yeon Clan did to him. Frankly, it was a miracle he even returned the sword to us.”
“I can’t give up like this! I’ll figure out how to do it somehow.”
“It doesn’t make sense.”
“Look at my situation! If I give up now, I’ll just be a useless cripple. Do you understand? Somehow, I will figure out the technique and become the true owner of the Waryong Sword.”
“And what if Jeokha doesn’t have a special technique? What if the Waryong Sword isn’t a magical treasure?”
“No, the Waryong Sword is a magical treasure. It has to be. Do you think I can’t do what Jeokha did? Don’t be ridiculous!”
Yeon Seungbaek shouted in fury.
Hearing his raised voice, the young masters of the small sects began to murmur.
“What’s wrong with that guy?”
“He lost an arm fighting the demon.”
“Why did he jump against the demon when the spellcasters were handling it well? He couldn’t handle it.”
“He’s probably trying to draw attention. He’s been hanging around the new disciples lately.”
“Wow, if he keeps this up, he’ll end up dead.”
“He’s practically finished already. A swordsman without an arm…”
“That’s why you shouldn’t be reckless. Not everyone can be the Great Swordmaster.”
“I thought he was crazy when I saw him throw himself like that.”
“He’s crazy.”
“Look at his wild eyes. Oh, he’s looking this way!”
Yeon Seungbaek trembled with rage.
Even though he had lost an arm, his ears were still working.
The mockery of his situation was unbearable and humiliating.
“Hey, damn it! What are you whispering behind my back? If you have something to say, say it to my face! Come here and tell me!”
The youths hesitated, as his brother, Yeon Mubaek, was a respected master.
Yeon Seungbaek yelled and cursed for a while until he calmed down.
The third disciple of the Uicheon Sect, Lee Somin, glanced back.
It seemed there was some commotion among the young people of the small sects.
The young master of the Peng Clan, Peng Gakmyeong, smiled and said:
“Don’t worry, Miss Lee. It seems someone lost an arm fighting the demon and is quite upset.”
“Is that Yeon Seungbaek?”
Peng Gakmyeong was surprised to hear the name Yeon Seungbaek from Lee Somin’s lips.
It wasn’t a name a disciple of the Uicheon Sect should remember.
“Do you know him?”
“No.”
The disciple of the Cheongseong Sect, Jung Myeongjin, smiled and added:
“You probably remember him because he is Yeon Jeokha’s half-brother, right?”
“Yes.”
Peng Gakmyeong nodded.
Now that he thought about it, he had also heard the names of the Yeon brothers because of Yeon Jeokha.
Jung Myeongjin looked at Yeon Mubaek and commented:
“Unlike the second, the first, Yeon Mubaek, is quite skilled. I’ve heard he trained in the Namgung Family for ten years. He seems to be a respectable master.”
“Hmph! He’s still a Master of Luoyang. He doesn’t compare to the Nine Dragons of the Clouds.”
Peng Gakmyeong belittled Yeon Mubaek to impress Lee Somin.
The Nine Dragons of the Clouds were the most outstanding youths among the disciples of the Seven Sects and the Five Families.
Peng Gakmyeong and Jung Myeongjin, along with Cheon Gunggeom Lee Uishin of the Uicheon Sect and Tae Eulgeom Gong Sang of the Quanzhen Sect, were part of those nine.
Lee Somin murmured to herself:
“Then, why did he rush at the demon?”
Gong Sang replied:
“From what I heard, it seems Yeon Seungbaek had a desire for fame. He probably risked too much to make a name for himself.”
“Oh? You were able to hear their conversations?”
Lee Somin looked at Gong Sang with surprised eyes.
Although they were somewhat distant, and the environment was noisy, how could he hear so clearly?
Gong Sang shrugged as if it was nothing.
Peng Gakmyeong was quickly thinking of ways to attract Lee Somin’s attention but couldn’t come up with anything.
‘I wish my father had used the Blue Sword today!’
Then, everyone would be talking about the Blue Sword.
But since the spellcasters handled the situation well, his father hadn’t used it.
He hoped to have the opportunity to show the Blue Sword to Lee Somin someday.
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