“How are you still…? I was so sure you were dead. Mu Jeong…jin definitely threw you in the pit of snakes…”
Jeonghwa muttered unintelligibly.
The situation in front of her cannot be understood with her common sense. When a person encounters a situation that transcends their common sense, it takes time for them to accept it as reality.
That was how Jeonghwa felt right now. Her shaky eyes reflected her confusion.
Jurreuk!
As she received a big shock, her internal organs that had barely stabilized were agitated again, and blood flowed out of her mouth.
Jeonghwa’s complexion paled in an instant. It was not unusual for her to lose her breath quickly.
At that moment, Pyo-wol reached out and grabbed her wrist and injected his qi. As Jeonghwa’s internal organs and qi stabilized, the color of her face returned little by little.
But Jeonghwa wasn’t happy at all. Rather, she glared at Pyo-wol as if she was going to devour him.
“You dirty assassin! How dare you hold my hands?”
She shouted with all her might. It was so that someone from the outside could hear her voice. But despite her intentions, her voice remained soft.
It was almost impossible to hear unless someone was in the room.
Knowing that fact, Pyo-wol didn’t care whether Jeonghwa screamed or not.
“Even if you don’t shout like that, I’ll still kill you.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“I told you. I’m going to kill you.”
“If you kill me, how are you going to deal with the consequences? Do you think the Emei sect will leave you alone?”
“I won’t stand still. Just like I did seven years ago.”
He had already experienced how tenacious the Emei sect was seven years ago. He even reached the brink of death back then.
Maybe that is also why he didn’t feel afraid at all despite Jeonghwa’s threat. Back then, Pyo-wol was much weaker than he is now, and his preparations were insufficient.
But still, Pyo-wol ended up surviving.
So now that he had done his preparations and he is a lot stronger, he had no reason to feel threatened by Jeonghwa.
“You dirty assassin!”
“Oh, I know. Is it because of me that you’re like this?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s me who killed Gongseon. I’m also the one who killed the young master of the Thunder Gates.”
“Lies!”
Jeonghwa harshly denied Pyo-wol’s words. But Pyo-wol continued,
“It’s true, Gongseon stopped breathing as she was sleeping. Well, at least I let her die without pain. Killing the young master of the Thunder Gates wasn’t difficult, too. Like what you said, I’m a dirty assassin. So I enjoy hiding in the dark.”
“Are, aren’t you ashamed?”
“I told you. I’m an assassin. I was raised that way.”
“Stop your bullshit.”
“You and the Abbess of Nine Calamities commissioned the Blood Shadow Group to assassinate Woo Gunsang. So the Blood Shadow Group kidnapped me together with the other children and raised us as assassins. We’re actually like your children. Because if it weren’t for you, we would have never turned out to be assassins.”
“That’s just sophistry–”
“You really think so? Is it sophistry?”
Pyo-wol looked into Jeong-hwa’s eyes. For a moment, Jeong-hwa trembled.
It was because his red eyes, shining in the dark, seemed to eat away at her heart. Jeonghwa saw a vision as if a huge snake was hiding in the dark.
The darkness seemed to stir every time the snake breathed.
Pyo-wol was the giant snake.
He was looking at Jeonghwa with completely still eyes. Neither malice nor fire were in his eyes.
Jeonghwa did not dare to breathe heavily. She seemed to understand why a rat in front of the snake gave up on escaping.
Because that’s how she feels now.
Just by looking into Pyo-wol’s eyes, her will to live was fizzling out.
Jeonghwa shouted to shake off her fear.
“I, what do you want from me?”
“I don’t want anything. I just want to tell you.”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think will happen to the Emei sect in the future?”
“………..”
“The Emei sect will continue to fight the Qingcheng sect fiercely, because the Qingcheng sect’s Cheongyeop is going to die tonight. The angry Qingcheng sect warriors will run to this place without hesitation. No matter what excuses you make, they will never listen. The death of the great disciple of such a prestigious sect would never dismiss an incident like that even with your excuses.”
“You, you…!”
Jeonghwa was unable to speak and trembled.
Black blood continued to flow from her mouth. It was evidence that her injuries were getting worse. Jeonghwa was dying. Her emotional turmoil aggravated her internal injuries.
The cause was Pyo-wol.
Although Pyo-wol had not touched her, he was still greatly affecting Jeonghwa.
“Of course, there will be some who will question the situation, right? There are already a few who think that someone else was involved, like your Junior Sister Yong Seol-ran. She truly has some good sense.”
Pyo-wol remembered Yong Seol-ran and smiled.
“But it won’t be of any use. Cheongyeop will be assassinated tonight using your Emei sect’s signature technique, Pyoseol Cheonunjang.1”
“What?”
“There was a copy of Pyoseol Cheonunjang in the clothes of an Emei disciple left in the underground cave after he died. So I learned it.”
Jeonghwa opened her eyes wide and the corners of her eyes were torn. Blood from the wound ran into her eyes and mixed with tears. It looked like she was crying tears of blood.
“It was just my luck that one of your junior brothers wanted to learn the Pyoseol Cheonunjang.”
“Oh, you devilish bastard! You will never be at peace when you die! You demon!”
At that moment, Jeonghwa realized Pyo-wol’s intentions and vomited all kinds of curses. However, Pyo-wol continued to speak without hesitation.
“That is the picture I drew in my head. What do you think? It will be fun, right?”
“S…Stop it.”
“The disciples of both the Qingcheng sect and the Emei sect who came to Chengdu will be at war against each other. If that happens, even the monsters crouching on the mountain will no longer be able to sit. The Abbess of Nine Calamities, Mu Jeong-jin, and so on–”
“Keukek!”
Jeonghwa had blood and foam form in her mouth.
Her anger swelled to the tip of her head, and her heart ached. Regardless, Pyo-wol continued.
“I’m going to force them to go down the mountain. And I’m going to rip them out of this world. As if they didn’t exist in the first place.”
Pyo-wol’s last words were the final blow.
Puck!
“Keuck!”
The blood vessels in Jeonghwa’s brain burst out of excessive anger and deepening. Her body could not withstand the excessive psychological pressure.
Jeonghwa stopped breathing with the most painful expression in the world.
But Pyo-wol’s words weren’t over yet.
“Terrible, right? That there is someone like me in the world. It’s terrible for me too. I…”
Pyo-wol’s gaze turned to Jeonghwa.
The figure of Pyo-wol was reflected on Jeonghwa’s empty eyes that were weeping bloody tears.
Pyo-wol asked the dead Jeonghwa.
“So why did you raise someone like me?”
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