Heavenly Inquisition Sword Novel - Chapter 289
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Episode 289. I’ll Show You the Power of the Blue Cloud Swordsman
Guiyeong Ja returned to his seat and sat quietly, his mouth shut. He couldn’t believe what had just happened.
He never thought that on his way to Five Peaks Mountain, he would suffer such humiliation. As the Leader of the Twelve Demon Lords, having to eat spoiled food was unacceptable.
He could understand if there was nothing else to eat, but there was good food in his bag. What kind of madness was this?
‘Should I confront him and end this?’
Guiyeong Ja glared at Yeon Jeokha with rage as he chewed.
“Now is not the time. If we endure, a good opportunity might arise,” said Hyeok Munchun as he unwrapped the package.
“Do you want me to eat garbage until we reach Five Peaks Mountain?”
“Actually, this isn’t a field ration. It seems like it was a special meal that was stored away. Field rations aren’t packed in wax paper. Things should improve soon.”
Guiyeong Ja looked down. Hyeok Munchun was right; it looked more like smoked meat than a field ration. Besides, facing Yeon Jeokha now would be like committing suicide.
Hyeok Munchun removed the spoiled parts and left what appeared to be in good condition.
“Go ahead, eat,” he said, taking a bite himself. He felt a spicy taste on his tongue, as if he were eating poison.
Seeing Hyeok Munchun eat, Guiyeong Ja also took a piece. He remembered his childhood, when he had to eat whatever he could to survive.
‘Fine, I’ll eat. If I could survive then, I can do it now.’
He chewed forcefully, tears in his eyes. The Twelve Demon Lords, before Yeon Jeokha’s arrival, were at the peak of Nokrim. Not even when he trained under the Demon of Illusion had he been treated so inhumanely.
‘Someday, I’ll repay this a thousand times worse.’
Guiyeong Ja vowed revenge as he swallowed the food, which stuck in his throat like molasses. After several attempts, he finally managed to get it down, but soon felt nauseous.
In the end, he only pretended to eat to pass the time, letting Hyeok Munchun eat the rest.
When they finished eating and were about to relax, Yeon Jeokha shouted.
“Hey! What are you doing? Stop lazing around and go fetch water! Do I have to go myself?”
This was a servant’s treatment. Just as Guiyeong Ja was about to respond indignantly, Hyeok Munchun, with the demeanor of a servant, quickly answered.
“Yes, yes! I’ll go right away!”
Guiyeong Ja was so surprised that he didn’t know what to say. Hyeok Munchun, the feared Boss of Haksanchae, was acting like a servant.
“Are you alright?” asked Guiyeong Ja, thinking that Hyeok Munchun had lost his mind after eating the spoiled food.
“We must at least drink clean water. When will we get another opportunity like this?”
“Ah!”
Guiyeong Ja admired Hyeok Munchun’s adaptability. Reluctantly, he got up. They needed to drink clean water, so he had no other choice. He began to adapt to the harsh conditions, following Hyeok Munchun’s example.
Zhengzhou.
Chilihwa Village.
Noon.
The Xianglin Restaurant was so full of members of the Sage of Heaven and Earth Alliance that it was hard to find an empty seat. Most of the customers were masters from the Azure Dragon Division, the most numerous of the three remaining righteous sect divisions in the village.
Although there were many people, the atmosphere was quiet. Since the Black Turtle Division had been annihilated, no one talked about the victory of the Sage of Heaven and Earth Alliance. Now, everyone feared the imminent retaliation of the Yoomyung Cult.
Even though the restaurant was packed, silence reigned. But there are always insensitive people in any crowd. The disciples of the Peng Clan were like that.
Peng Gakmyeong, Peng Mandu, Peng Iljin, and Peng Miryeo were cousins in their twenties, full of energy. Peng Miryeo, the only woman in the group, suddenly asked.
“Now that I think about it, why are those who went to Five Peaks Mountain from the Vermillion Bird Division and Nokrim? There are not only good people in the Vermillion Bird Division.”
Peng Gakmyeong, clicking his tongue, replied.
“Tsk, tsk. Don’t you know that Namgung Yeon was the first to be selected? Even though she’s called the Incomparable Among Ten, she’s not trustworthy. Would you trust her to lead a mission?”
“I understand.”
Peng Miryeo nodded. Peng Iljin added.
“Frankly, the title of Incomparable Among Ten is exaggerated. It’s a title she earned thanks to the shadow of the Sword Emperor. How can someone at twenty-two be considered perfect? And what about ‘Incomparable’? Even Jegal Seun only earned his title of ‘The Great Sage of the River and the Four Seas’ in his old age.”
“Peng Iljin is right. If Namgung Yeon were that great, would the Namgung Family have been annihilated? They’ve exaggerated her recent small successes to call her Incomparable Among Ten. The other masters know this and didn’t volunteer for the mission.”
Peng Miryeo murmured worriedly.
“I don’t care what happens to Nokrim, but the Three Immortals of Kunlun are known for their martial and mystical skills. I don’t want them to suffer any harm.”
“What can we do? Even so, she is the daughter of the Sword Emperor. At least the Vermillion Bird Division must protect her.”
“That’s too much.”
The young members of the Peng Clan spoke ill of Namgung Yeon, annoyed that someone their age was so highly praised.
From a nearby table, Jin Seolha, a disciple of the Changin Clan, couldn’t help but intervene.
“It seems to me that you’re being too harsh.”
The restaurant, already quiet, fell into complete silence. Peng Gakmyeong frowned as he identified Jin Seolha.
“Miss Jin, how dare you interrupt a conversation of the Peng Clan? Even though times are tough, there are still boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed.”
Jin Seolha didn’t back down.
“I tried to ignore it because it was a conversation of the Peng Clan, but you’ve said so many slanders that I can’t stay silent.”
“Slanders?”
“Saying that Namgung Yeon only has her title thanks to the shadow of the Sword Emperor and that the other masters didn’t volunteer because they don’t trust her. Isn’t that slander?”
“Be careful with what you say. I said it because it’s something some people think.”
Peng Gakmyeong, aware of the looks, softened his tone. Jin Seolha responded indignantly.
“Saying that some people think that? You’ve just defamed Namgung Yeon.”
“Defamation? Miss Jin, don’t spread unfounded rumors. Does the Changin Clan think they’re above the Peng Clan? Do you think you can interrupt our conversation?”
Peng Miryeo also sneered.
“What an insolent woman. Flirting with the Blue Cloud Swordsman to gain favors. Do you feel good with the world turned upside down thanks to the Yoomyung Cult?”
“What did you say?!”
“Am I wrong? How dare a disciple of the Changin Clan interrupt our conversation?”
The tension increased, and Jin Seolha trembled with anger. She was about to respond with similar insults, but she knew it would affect her clan and those present. She held back her rage but couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes.
At that moment, the restaurant door opened, and someone timidly entered. It was Namgung Cheon, also known as the Blue Cloud Swordsman, who had come to find Jin Seolha.
“Eh? Seol Sohyeop, Yu Sohyeop, we meet again. What’s going on here?”
Namgung Cheon greeted the other masters before turning to Jin Seolha. Seeing her cry, his expression hardened. He quickly approached and looked around.
“Who harassed Miss Jin?”
He didn’t ask what had happened; his support was unconditional. Jin Seolha, seeing Namgung Cheon, broke down in tears and covered her face with her hands.
Namgung Cheon looked at Seol Chasu.
“Seol Sohyeop, what happened?”
The always calm Seol Chasu was surprised by the coldness in Namgung Cheon’s eyes.
He looked at the Peng Clan members, who, although uncomfortable, seemed defiant because they were in the majority. Enraged by their attitude, Seol Chasu explained.
“…They said that Namgung Yeon only has her title thanks to the shadow of the Sword Emperor. Because of that, Seolha…”
Peng Gakmyeong interrupted.
“When did I say that? I said that some people think that. Don’t defame the Peng Clan and the Namgung Clan. Who are you?”
Enraged, Seol Chasu replied.
“I’m Seol Chasu, a disciple of the Cheondo Clan. Did I make something up? Do we have to play deaf and blind to the Peng Clan?”
“What? Really?”
Before Peng Gakmyeong could finish, Namgung Cheon shouted.
“Shut up, trash! How dare you interrupt? If you interrupt again, I’ll knock your teeth out.”
Namgung Cheon’s command silenced the restaurant. All eyes were on him and the Peng Clan.
Surprised by the sudden escalation, Peng Gakmyeong was left speechless.
Although Namgung Cheon was known as the best among the young, it was still only a minimal difference. How could he dare speak like that?
“What? Did you tell me to shut up?”
“Did you call my older brother ‘trash’?”
“Is the Namgung Clan that great?”
“Hey! Namgung Cheon, watch your mouth.”
The Peng Clan members stood up, furious, creating a confrontational atmosphere.
Seol Chasu and Yu Geunsik prepared to support Namgung Cheon, but he stopped them.
“Don’t intervene. This is between Miss Jin and me.”
Looking at the Peng Clan members, he said.
“Kids! Do you think that just because you have the backing of the Peng Clan, you’re the best? Step outside. I’ll show you the power of the Blue Cloud Swordsman.”
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