CLS-Chapter 531

Chapter 531:

Setting fires isn’t particularly important work.

What Wei Yan-ho was aiming for from the beginning was to make those bastards panic and come running back.

So what choice do we have?

We have to make noise.

We have to cause a ruckus and scream. Since we’re attacking right now, we need to tell them to either send carrier pigeons to their main force quickly or run there to let them know we’re here right now.

Right?

……No, well, it’s not like we made noise just for that reason.

I know it sounds impressive when I put it that way, but we just naturally have that tendency anyway.

What?

Do you understand?

What do I understand, man!

Ahem.

Anyway, causing trouble wasn’t particularly difficult. Though there were a few problems.

What problems, you ask?

The Demonic Cult, which I thought would be completely undefended, actually had some people guarding it……

Well, that wasn’t really much of a problem either.

Huh?

Ah, that’s because……

He’d gotten even crazier in the meantime.

Who else could it be?

That guy.

***

Thwaaaaaang!

The sound of a leather bag being kicked with great force rang out.

Actually, there’s nothing particularly metaphorical about it. People and leather bags don’t have such different compositions. How different could the sound of a person being kicked be from the sound of a leather bag being kicked?

If there was a difference, it was that leather bags can’t scream when they’re kicked and sent flying, but people let out cheerful screams.

“Kyaaaaaauuuuul!“

Those kicked and sent flying by Wei Yan-ho let out vigorous screams. Jang-il watched the scene with his face completely contorted.

‘What the hell kind of guy is this?’

Even if it’s supposedly undefended, the Demonic Cult couldn’t be completely empty. At minimum, some troops would be needed to control those remaining. And no matter how much it’s the Demonic Cult, minimal forces couldn’t stop Wei Yan-ho.

He just doesn’t look strong because he’s so subhuman, but Wei Yan-ho is someone who could jump into Shaolin alone, pluck the abbot’s beard, and come out leisurely. In all of Gangho, there probably aren’t even ten fingers’ worth of people who could stop Wei Yan-ho’s rampage by force.

No, what ten fingers?

Due to the Beggar’s Sect’s nature of handling information, Jang-il knew better than others what level the martial skills of those famous gentlemen were at. No matter how much Jang-il thought about it, not many people came to mind who could be placed above Wei Yan-ho in today’s Gangho.

Even those who came to mind couldn’t guarantee they’d beat Wei Yan-ho. They just barely met the level where they wouldn’t get beaten up and humiliated like someone who rushed in for no reason.

Frankly speaking, the Dark King was destroyed, the Heavenly Alliance Leader was humiliated, and even the heaven-renowned Heavenly Stream Sword Demon was broken.

And yet the small fries of the Demonic Cult would stop Wei Yan-ho?

Not a chance.

There must surely be people at the Demonic Cult’s main base who could take down Wei Yan-ho. The Demonic Cult’s bishops would be sufficient to face Wei Yan-ho, and among them there would be those like the Mad Soul Demon Emperor who could break Wei Yan-ho.

But there are no bishops here. Leaving such powerful forces as bishops at the main base while confronting the Central Plains would be impossible even for the Demonic Cult.

So from Wei Yan-ho’s perspective, this place becomes undefended rather than defended.

“What bastard is this!”

“It’s this guy!”

Thwang!

“Uaaaaaaah!“

It’s comedic.

It shouldn’t be, but it’s comedic.

A suicide squad that risked their lives to attack the Demonic Cult’s main base in order to turn back the Demonic Cult’s main force invading the Central Plains. They are desperately stirring up the Demonic Cult’s main base, prepared to lose their lives when the Demonic Cult’s main force returns.

The description overflows with tragic beauty, but not even a mouse tail’s worth of tragic beauty could be found in the scene before their eyes.

The Demonic Cult bastards holding swords crookedly rushed at Wei Yan-ho, but Wei Yan-ho was kicking those Demonic Cult bastards one by one, giving them the unforgettable experience of flying through the sky.

“I am!”

Thwaaaang!

“Wei Yan-ho!”

Thwaaaang!

“Of Guangdong!”

It was Wei Yan-ho’s tearful cry, deliberately announcing his name so it would be included in the letter sent to the main force to add more urgency.

‘He is impressive though.’

Jang-il honestly acknowledged it.

Just having Wei Yan-ho’s name written in an urgent report would double the sense of crisis.

Wei Yan-ho’s existence has now become a definite threat to the Demonic Cult as well. No matter how bold they are, they couldn’t ignore the fact that Wei Yan-ho had jumped into their main base.

‘And perhaps……’

Jang-il bit his lip slightly.

Then he turned his head to look to the side.

‘As expected.’

Zhuge Moon-in’s face wasn’t very good. Unlike the others who were frantically following Wei Yan-ho, only Zhuge Moon-in was feeling a definite sense of crisis.

Jang-il’s face hardened.

But he couldn’t show it. If his thoughts were correct, all he could do was silently assist Wei Yan-ho.

Wei Yan-ho rushed forward like a whirlwind toward the Demonic Cult’s main base. Probably with all this commotion, the fact that he had appeared at the Demonic Cult would be flying toward the main force in some way.

“Let’s go!”

Wei Yan-ho became a white line racing toward the main base. The others also deployed their light footwork at full power.

‘Damn, he’s really fast.’

No matter how much strength he put into his legs, he couldn’t catch up to Wei Yan-ho. Jang-il felt this acutely as he clenched his teeth tightly. He didn’t want to fall behind in light footwork at least. Even if he couldn’t overtake, he shouldn’t fall behind.

The expressions of the guards who saw Wei Yan-ho rushing at them turned black as death. Just seeing Wei Yan-ho’s figure becoming a white line as he rushed forward would be enough to understand that he wasn’t someone they could dare face.

But they were guards protecting the main base.

Even if their lives flew away, they wouldn’t flee.

The guards gripping long spears crookedly pointed their spears forward and rushed at Wei Yan-ho.

Kwaaaang!

This time there was no cheerful sound. A massive collision sound that made one’s hair stand on end the moment it was heard erupted, and the guards’ bodies were sent flying left and right at high speed.

Kwang! Kwaaaang!

The guards who crashed into buildings brought down walls as they raised clouds of dust.

“I won’t go easy on you guys.”

Wei Yan-ho spat coldly and looked at the pavilion.

A nine-story pavilion.

Seeing the massive pavilion that contrasted with this desolate land and the shabby houses of the cult members, Wei Yan-ho put mockery on his face.

“Rich people, aren’t they.”

Then without delay, Wei Yan-ho walked into the pavilion. The other party members also swallowed their saliva and followed behind Wei Yan-ho.

Unlike the splendid exterior, the interior wasn’t magnificently decorated. It also wasn’t gloomy like the feeling they had about the Demonic Cult.

If anything, it had a neat and modest feeling.

But it had its own dignity. Whether because of the burden that the name Demonic Cult brings, or because countless cult members had held this place sacred and cherished it, there was a strange sense of pressure weighing down on them.

As soon as they entered inside, Wei Jeong-han shouted.

“Mu-san! Moon-in! Do-geuk!”

“Yes!”

“Go outside and set fires!”

“Yes!”

Jang-il looked at Wei Jeong-han with trembling eyes and said.

“Great, Great Hero, what about me?”

“You come with us.”

No, why!

Jang-il almost burst out shouting.

If they were going to take someone along, they could take that smart Zhuge Moon-in guy, or take Mu-san who was the strongest among them. Why specifically drag along him, who was neither this nor that?

But there was no point in disobeying when the response would be obvious. Jang-il decided to have realistic doubts.

“Wh, where are we going?”

Wei Jeong-han said as if it was no big deal.

“If this is the Demonic Cult’s main base, there must be their sacred ground here. We’re going there.”

Gulp.

Jang-il swallowed dry saliva.

Sacred ground didn’t exactly mean that kind of place. Any organization would have a place they valued most. Wei Jeong-han was now declaring his intention to find and thoroughly destroy the place the Demonic Cult bastards valued most.

‘Do the Demonic Cult bastards know I came here?’

They probably know, right?

They wouldn’t pay much attention to him specifically, but they would know that he was moving together with Wei Yan-ho. Wei Yan-ho is a person of extreme interest to the Demonic Cult, and they couldn’t have failed to investigate the surroundings of such a person.

Even if they hadn’t investigated, the moment he joined Yeom Mong’s reconnaissance team, their personal information would have been completely exposed and fallen into the Demonic Cult’s hands. That means……

‘The Demonic Cult bastards will come swarming like angry bees.’

The Demonic Cult would never forgive Central Plains people who turned their sacred ground upside down. The moment they committed this act, they would occupy the top position on the Demonic Cult’s assassination target list.

Yet the reason he wasn’t particularly worried was just one.

‘I’ve already climbed up!’

Tears welled up in Jang-il’s eyes.

Even without achieving the feat of destroying the sacred ground, the moment they attacked the Demonic Cult and created chaos, they had become people the Demonic Cult could never forgive from their perspective.

Whether he died this way or that way, dying was the same, so what was there to worry about?

“Would it be upstairs?”

Jang-il decided to become bold.

If he was going to die anyway, he should die with dignity. That way he could leave his name in history as a great man.

Jang-il wanted to live as a small man rather than die as a great man, but if he was going to die anyway, he wanted to die in a good way.

“Downstairs.”

Wei Jeong-han pointed his head downward.

“Important things are usually underground. There’s no way a pavilion this size doesn’t have underground secret chambers. Find it.”

“Yes!”

Wei Jeong-han moved left and right, touching here and there. If it was an important place, it would be protected through mechanisms. He was looking for where to operate the mechanism.

Jang-il also tapped various places on the floor.

The underground space wouldn’t be surrounded by ten-thousand-year iron, so the plan was to find out where the underground space was and break through the floor to enter.

And Wei Yan-ho was frantically searching everywhere, stuffing everything valuable into sacks.

“……”

“……”

Wei Jeong-han and Jang-il looked at Wei Yan-ho with blank eyes. Wei Yan-ho, who had been tearing down silk decorating the walls, turned his head to look at the two.

“What?”

“……You, what are you doing?”

“Getting my meal ‘s worth?”

“……”

Jang-il had nothing more to say, and Wei Jeong-han didn’t want to say more.

‘What’s the point of arguing?’

‘He’s originally like that.’

Both resigned themselves and soon devoted themselves to what they had to do. Wei Jeong-han simply turned away from his son’s thievery…… no, robbery.

Well, they were already confirmed as arsonists, so what would be so terribly worse about adding theft to that?

“He, here!”

Suddenly, Jang-il shouted loudly.

“The floor is hollow here!”

Wei Jeong-han brightened and was about to run toward Jang-il……

“……These days, even rats have no fear. How dare they, knowing where this place is.”

At the sinister voice heard from the entrance, everyone’s bodies froze solid.

No, not everyone.

Even at that moment, Wei Yan-ho was happily transferring pure white porcelain into his sack.

“I wonder how much this will go for?”

At his nonchalant reaction, the old man who had entered through the entrance couldn’t close his gaping mouth.