Chapter 688: You Always Seem to Be in a Daze When You Enter This Room

TL: FoodieMonster007

"Father, you called for me?"

Ahn Hupyeong stepped into the main hall where the Mythical Sect Leader was managing his affairs.

The Mythical Sect Leader was Ahn Cheongwang. He was a truly legendary figure who had elevated the Mythical Sect from an ordinary local sect into a great one, known by everyone in the unorthodox faction.

His martial arts were profound and his personality was far from ordinary. If someone harmed him, he would certainly seek revenge, and he had the courage to not even blink with a sword at his throat. On top of that, he possessed a desire for success that was stronger than anyone else's.

Two guests were in the main hall, and Ahn Hupyeong flinched with surprise when he saw who they were.

They were two masters who were always mentioned when discussing his father's legend. Along with his father, they were the main figures who had built the Mythical Sect into what it was today.

The Boa Sword and the Cold Iron Blade.

If they had not assisted his father as if it were their own business, he would never have been able to grow the Mythical Sect to its current size. For this reason, his father valued them more than his own family.

And as long as his father's ambitions were still in motion, they would not be discarded after their usefulness had ended.

It was normally difficult to see these two, yet here they were together in the same room.

"I greet the Elders."

Ahn Hupyeong greeted them politely.

The two masters simply acknowledged him with a nod, receiving his greeting with only their eyes. Ahn Hupyeong was naturally displeased by such an attitude.

Even if I'm young, I'm still the Young Sect Leader.

It's been a while, couldn't they at least ask how I've been?

It was not them he hated, but his father. Those two masters were inherently heartless and wicked men.

However, if his father cherished and trusted him, they would not treat him so dismissively, at least out of respect for his father.

Just how much must my father disapprove of me for them to ignore me like this?

Ahn Cheongwang asked abruptly.

"I heard you met the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman?"

"Yes, I'm on my way back from seeing her."

"Why did you meet someone who was summoned to be a judge?"

"Isn't the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman the owner of the most famous brothel in the Central Plains? I thought she must be an extraordinary person, so I went to see if there was something I could learn."

Ahn Hupyeong carefully hid his true thoughts.

Honestly, if he could have his way, he would have asked this.

Have you fallen for that woman? Is that why you summoned the owner of a mere brothel to be a judge?

But if he did that, knowing his father's personality, a fiery reprimand would surely come. Furthermore, saying such a thing in front of the Boa Sword and the Cold Iron Blade might get him beaten to death.

"I heard that you changed the judge to the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman at the last minute."

It would be nice if he would just tell me he changed it for this or that reason.

"This is not a matter for you to interfere in."

This is why I can't help but be suspicious and worried.

Not a matter for me to interfere in? The sect's assets are on the line. How is that just your property, Father?

Just then, a subordinate entered the hall to report.

"It's said that among the contestants in this tournament, there is someone from the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult."

Ahn Cheongwang's expression immediately hardened. The Boa Sword and the Cold Iron Blade, who were with him, also glanced at each other.

"Are you certain?"

"We are currently investigating through the Evil Alliance."

"Report as soon as you find out."

"……"

The subordinate hurried outside.

Ahn Cheongwang, who was about to turn to the Boa Sword and the Cold Iron Blade, dismissed his son as well.

"You may leave now."

Ahn Hupyeong bowed politely. As he was leaving, he glanced back at his father from the doorway. His father was speaking with the two masters, his expression serious.

What's so serious?

If it were a duel tournament, I could understand, but isn't this a beauty pageant?

What difference did it make if a contestant was from the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult or the daughter of a righteous hero from the orthodox sects? It was just a tournament held for the entire murim to enjoy.

When the decision to hold the tournament was first made, his father had said this.

[With this tournament, there will be no one in the Central Plains who does not know the name of our sect.]

If it becomes a tournament where even the Demonic Cult participates, doesn't that better suit the purpose?

However, the current atmosphere was not that of such a festival.

Something I don't know about is definitely happening.

When he stepped out of the main hall, Sa Chu, who had been waiting, delivered some news.

"Teacher Yong has arrived and gone to see the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman."

Ahn Hupyeong was startled by this unexpected information.

"Already? How?"

"The Chief summoned him, so Teacher Yong was already here at the sect."

Teacher Yong was usually away. But his father had even summoned Teacher Yong to the sect? This made him even more curious about what was happening.

"And he went without even meeting me?"

"You know Teacher Yong's personality, don't you?"

Of course, he knew it well. He was an impatient and selfish man. He was truly uncontrollable, but he was at least a man whose skills were recognized.

The reason such a man was called Teacher was because he himself wanted to be called that.

His father did not use him for important tasks, believing he would cause a major incident one day. Thanks to that, he was able to join forces with him.

"You knew that Teacher Yong is a difficult person to control, didn't you?"

That's why I told you not to call him.

Ahn Hupyeong scowled and glared at Sa Chu.

"If you had done your job properly, I wouldn't have had to call him."

Sa Chu did not make excuses and simply lowered his head. He knew what kind of person Ahn Hupyeong was. He was someone who saw the other person's excuses as a challenge. In situations like this, it was best to just stay quiet.

Ahn Hupyeong walked away quickly. This was not the time to be grilling Sa Chu.

I have to see that detestable bastard get beaten up myself.

Especially that guy who was as handsome as a gigolo. Today's target was him.

Ahn Hupyeong strode toward the guest quarters where the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman was staying.

The words Teacher Yong had heard most often were these.

"Even for the unorthodox sects, isn't this too much?"

His entire life was summarized in those words.

He had committed acts without hesitation that would make even the most considerable villains of the unorthodox sects shake their heads.

Today, such a man, Teacher Yong, was angry.

The Chief had summoned him, so he had rushed to the Mythical Sect as if he had wings. He arrived full of anticipation, wondering why he had been called, but two days had passed and he had not seen the Chief's face even once.

However, his anger erupted when he heard that the Sect Leader was meeting with the Boa Sword and the Cold Iron Blade, who had only just arrived today, first.

"Leeches living off their past fame!"

As soon as Ahn Hupyeong became the Chief, he planned to deal with those two first. To do that, he had to complete the task assigned by the future Chief.

Teacher Yong arrived at the guest quarters where the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman was staying.

Sa Chu had told him to 'take care of' the most handsome one among the bodyguards.

Consider yourself unlucky today.

Because his standard for 'taking care of' was going to be a bit more violent today.

Teacher Yong slowly pushed open the door to the guest quarters.

The scene inside then unfolded before him.

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon and the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman were sitting side by side drinking tea, while the Faceless Warriors were scattered around the room, resting.

The gazes of everyone inside turned toward Teacher Yong in unison.

Why did he do it? Really, why did he do it?

SRRRK, THUD.

Teacher Yong closed the door again. He shut it quietly, like someone who had come to the wrong room.

After closing the door, Teacher Yong stood in front of it and asked himself a question.

Why did I close the door?

No one had drawn a weapon, and no one had even shown any killing intent. They had only looked at him in a completely peaceful atmosphere.

Unable to handle their gazes, his hand had closed the door on its own.

Don't tell me I was scared? That can't be!

He was bewildered, as this had never happened to him before.

It was at that very moment.

PWAK!

A single throwing knife pierced through the door.

The protruding knife stopped right in front of the left eye of the man standing before the door. If it had come out just a little further, his eye would have been pierced.

Even while looking at the blade sticking out before his eyes, Teacher Yong did not back away. He had a gut feeling that this was not an attack meant to kill him.

PWAK!

Another throwing knife shot through from the side. Indeed, this one also stopped precisely in front of his other eye.

Still, Teacher Yong did not move back.

PWAK!

The next throwing knife that came through stopped before his throat, but Teacher Yong did not retreat.

PWAK!

The next one that emerged stopped before his heart.

All four throwing knives were aimed at his vital points.

It was not meant to kill from the start. It was a demonstration, showing that they could aim precisely at his vital points.

One might think it is no big deal for a martial artist to pierce a door with a throwing knife, but the technique just displayed was no ordinary skill.

The knives had emerged without the slightest tilt, having precisely calculated the positions of his eyes and throat outside the door. The astonishing part was the precise distance control, stopping just short of touching him.

Moreover, the problem was that it was not one person who had thrown multiple knives.

The throwing knives were all different.

Since it was unlikely for one person to carry so many different knives, it meant that several people had taken turns displaying their skill.

That can't be.

For it to look as if one person had thrown them all meant that their skills were not only outstanding but also uniform.

SWOOOSH.

The protruding throwing knives all withdrew back inside at once.

The slowly disappearing knives seemed to be saying this.

Go back if you want to live.

Normally, he would have smashed the door down and charged in immediately.

How dare they do this to me? I would have twisted and broken the wrists of the bastards who threw the knives. I was only told to rough him up a bit, but I would have destroyed them all.

Because that was the kind of person he was.

However, his body would not move. He did not feel like it. But he could not just turn back either.

Endure it even after being humiliated? He had never done that in his life.

If I just leave, what will I tell the Young Sect Leader? What if rumors spread within the sect that I turned back because I was scared?

He should have left when his instincts first warned him.

His survival instinct could not overcome the life he had led out of habit.

He opened the door again and strode inside, shouting imposingly.

"Are you bastards wearing veils like a bunch of girls?"

However, at the sight within, Teacher Yong flinched in surprise, his eyes widening.

Huh?

The people inside were not wearing veils. Instead of veils, they wore pure white masks.

CREAAAK.

The white mask closing the door behind him was smiling.

When Ahn Hupyeong arrived at the guest quarters, he had expected to hear wailing, but it was surprisingly quiet.

"Don't tell me… they didn't kill him, did they?"

Sa Chu replied to Ahn Hupyeong's worry.

"Just in case, I told him they were the Chief's guests."

Ahn Hupyeong was relieved at those words. Teacher Yong was selfish, but he was afraid of his father.

Ahn Hupyeong looked on in anticipation.

He anticipated the sight of that bodyguard bastard collapsed on the floor, his face swollen and all his front teeth broken.

You smiled so arrogantly, didn't you? Let's see if you can smile today.

And he planned to personally rip off and tear up the bastard's damn veil. That is, if Teacher Yong had not torn it up already.

With that thought, Ahn Hupyeong opened the door to the guest quarters and stepped inside.

"If you've arrived, you should have seen me first…"

Ahn Hupyeong fell silent. Teacher Yong, who he had naturally expected to be there, was not in the room.

The Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman was drinking tea, and the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon, who had been looking out the window, turned to look this way. The rest of the Faceless Warriors were scattered around the guest quarters. Some were cleaning their weapons, some were resting on chairs, and some were folding clothes.

Seeing them in such a peaceful moment, Ahn Hupyeong turned to Sa Chu and questioned him with his eyes.

What happened? Didn't you say Teacher Yong came here first?

Sa Chu made a face that said he did not know either.

An Hpueyong turned his head again and asked the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman.

"Did anyone happen to come here?"

At that, the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman shook her head.

"No, no one came."

Right, if he had come, there's no way these bastards would be so unscathed.

Ahn Hupyeong's gaze turned to the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon.

The man who had been standing by the window was now standing behind the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman, looking at him.

The other Faceless Warriors were also looking at him. No one was smiling.

A bunch of mere bodyguards!

It was extremely unpleasant to be stared at so brazenly by them, when he was the Young Sect Leader of the Mythical Sect.

Furthermore, their gazes held no respect or fear. They were unpleasant gazes, as if looking at a caged animal.

Where the hell did he go without smashing these guys up?

Meanwhile, Sa Chu was examining the door.

He had seen a mark left on the door when they just entered. So he checked the inside as well, and there was a mark in the same spot.

It's the mark of a blade piercing through!

Realizing it was a mark that had not been there when he first came earlier, the hairs on his arms stood on end.

No way… he was here?

He looked around. Not a single piece of furniture was broken. A fight with him had broken out, yet the room was this pristine?

Crucially, no one in this room was injured. There was not even a scratch.

And what a master Teacher Yong was.

However, the reason that made his heart uneasy was the same.

There was no way that ill-tempered and impatient man would say he was going and then not show up.

What if, by some chance, they killed Teacher Yong? The body?

This was the Mythical Sect. It was hard enough to believe they could kill him without anyone getting hurt, but how did they dispose of the body?

Just then, Sa Chu looked at the Faceless Warrior who was close to him.

The Faceless Warrior was staring intently at him. The Faceless Warrior standing behind that one was also looking at him with a similar gaze.

The moment he saw that strange, indescribable gaze, a chill ran down his spine and he knew instinctively.

These crazy bastards killed Teacher Yong!

Just then, Ahn Hupyeong walked over to him and said.

"What are you doing? You always seem to be in a daze whenever you enter this room."

Ahn Hupyeong left the room without bidding farewell to the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman, and just as Sa Chu was about to follow!

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon slowly raised his hand and made a 'shhh' gesture.

At that sight, Sa Chu's heart sank.

He realized that I realized.

The next moment, the rest of the Faceless Warriors raised their fingers in a single, synchronized motion.

Shhh!

Everyone was looking at him, making a 'shhh' gesture. It was the most terrifying and bizarre sight he had ever seen in his life.

Just then, Ahn Hupyeong shouted from behind him.

"What are you gawking at? Stop dawdling and get out here!"

Sa Chu reflexively looked back at Ahn Hupyeong, then glanced back inside the guest quarters.

As if nothing had happened, the people inside were drinking tea, folding clothes, yawning, and each doing their own thing.