Chapter 66 : Chapter 66

Chapter 66. Those Who Want to Die, Come at Me! (2)

Let me be clear: the Qingcheng Sect is not weak.

If they were a weak sect, they would not have been able to firmly maintain their position as one of the Nine Sects One Gang for such a long time.

However, evaluations in the Gangho are always relative.

The sects representing the Sichuan Murim were always the Sichuan Tang Clan and the Emei Sect.

For Qingcheng, the names Tang Clan and Emei always existed as insurmountable walls.

Number One Sect in Sichuan.

This was a goal that the members of Qingcheng always held in their hearts.

We will achieve it in our generation.

We will engrave the name of Qingcheng above the names of Emei and Tang Clan. Pledging this, they trained repeatedly until blood flowed from their hands.

And the current Sect Leader, Taoist Qingcheng, and his junior brother Elders thought.

That the current Qingcheng Sect had already surpassed Emei and the Tang Clan.

The current Sect Leader, who had mastered the Heaven and Earth Divine Art created by blood-sweating training and predecessors, and the Elders who rivaled him.

The current Qingcheng Sect was undoubtedly one of the strongest Qingcheng Sects in history.

But there is a problem.

Even if Qingcheng's power surpasses Emei and the Tang Clan, unless it is proven, the world's evaluation will not change.

Qingcheng needed an opportunity.

An opportunity to raise the name of Qingcheng high in the world.

"To think we have to endure when the opportunity finally came..."

When Taoist Qingcheng spoke as if just thinking about it was annoying, Elder Heon Sang next to him said.

"Sect Leader Senior Brother. I do not understand."

"What do you mean?"

"Why do we have to endure?"

"Didn't I say? The Tang Clan and Emei..."

"We are Qingcheng."

"..."

To the silent Taoist Qingcheng, Heon Sang spoke with a confident voice.

"Qingcheng's swords only follow the Sect Leader Senior Brother's instructions."

"Hmm..."

"And just because Emei and the Tang Clan aren't here, will we lose to the Evil Way bastards?"

"Junior Brother's words are correct."

Taoist Qingcheng slapped his knee and stood up with a bright expression. He shouted to the surroundings with an excited voice.

"The wicked enemies of the Evil Way are rampant, so are there cowards who cower in fear?"

"None!"

"None!"

Seeing the sect members answering loudly, Taoist Qingcheng smiled.

"Good. Even without Emei and the Tang Clan, our Qingcheng is strong. We will never lose to the likes of Evil Way bastards."

"That is correct. Sect Leader!"

"Just give the order immediately."

To the inspired sect members, Taoist Qingcheng gave an irrevocable order.

"Everyone prepare. In the name of Qingcheng, we will punish the wicked Evil Way!"

"Loyalty!"

"Loyalty!"

That night.

A group of martial artists left Chengdu and headed south.

* * *

Taoist Qingcheng was certain.

That if it was the Qingcheng Sect he led now, they would never be pushed back no matter which of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way they fought.

That was why he boldly led his disciples and took action. However...

'No matter what, dealing with three at the same time is a bad plan.'

The optimal way for a select few to defeat the many is to defeat them individually.

Fortunately, they knew the exact current locations of the enemies through information obtained from the Beggar's Gang.

Blood Hand Gate, Ghost Gate Palace, Poison Hand Gate.

The three sects are currently positioned apart from each other at a moderate distance.

'Probably because they don't trust each other. Anyway, typical Evil Way bastards.'

Taoist Qingcheng smirked.

Even in the Righteous Way, it is not easy to join forces between sects and unify opinions.

But how much worse would it be for Evil Way bastards who might stab each other in the back anytime?

"It's good for us."

"That is correct. Sect Leader Senior Brother."

"First, we wipe out the Ghost Gate Palace. Then, depending on the situation, we will clean up the Poison Hand Gate within tonight."

"Yes!"

The iron rule of defeating enemies individually is to achieve victory quickly with minimal damage.

Therefore, Taoist Qingcheng targeted the Ghost Gate Palace, evaluated as the weakest among the enemies currently confronting them.

Ghost Gate Palace was a sect proficient in evil arts like necromancy and illusion arts, making them a troublesome enemy whose actions were unpredictable when fully prepared.

However, thinking inversely, they are rather vulnerable in a head-on confrontation.

Because they are people who focused only on evil arts rather than martial arts.

'I will prove how meaningless trivial evil arts are before Qingcheng's sword.'

Confident of victory, Taoist Qingcheng led his disciples and moved quickly, finally arriving in front of the manor where Ghost Gate Palace was staying.

Arriving late at night, there wasn't even a common gatekeeper in front of the main gate.

"It's gloomy."

"Nothing strange. Since it's the Ghost Gate Palace bastards, they must have spread evil arts to protect their residence."

"What will you do?"

"There is no time to undo and respond one by one. We will wipe it out with force immediately."

Simultaneously with those words, Taoist Qingcheng stepped forward, placed his hand on the main gate of the manor, and raised his qi.

Gathering qi as if his sleeves would burst...

"Consider this a greeting."

With those words, he exploded his palm force with all his might.

BOOM!

The palm force extended by the Qingcheng Sect Leader's immense internal energy shattered the main gate into pieces. Even the space in front of his eyes cracked like pottery cracking.

CRACK! CRUNCH!

As the disciples hesitated and flustered at the unprecedented feat, Heon Sang shouted.

"Do not panic. The Illusion Killing Formation spread by the bastards is breaking."

"Ah..."

"Indeed..."

The disciples nodded with faint admiration.

They thought the Sect Leader used excessive force, but it seemed there was such deep meaning.

Smashing the door with a strong blow while simultaneously breaking the trap set by the enemies. And...

CLANG!

With a sound like clear porcelain breaking, the space shattered and the gloomy energy disappeared. At the same time...

"En... Enemy!"

"Everyone, wake up! Enemy raid!"

From inside, the flustered voices of enemies were heard. And Taoist Qingcheng, thinking he seized the victory, raised his sword and shouted loudly.

"Disciples of Qingcheng! Eradicate the Evil Way heretics and set justice straight!"

"Loyalty!"

"Loyalty!"

The moment they received the Sect Leader's order, Qingcheng Sect disciples wearing sky-blue martial arts uniforms moved forward in unison.

And they wielded their swords unilaterally against the Ghost Gate Palace members.

"Die!"

"Th... These bastards... Cough!"

"Aaaagh!"

The Ghost Gate Palace members tried to resist by unfolding vajras held in their hands and talismans of unknown use. However...

"Haaap!"

Qingcheng's sword is fast, concise, and above all, swift. The Clear Wind Sword Art they unfolded drove rapidly without giving the Ghost Gate Palace members a chance to do anything.

"Aaaagh!"

"Argh!"

Screams heard from all directions.

This was already closer to a unilateral hunt than a battle.

The Qingcheng Sect disciples moved agilely like cats discovering a rat's nest and cleaned up the enemies.

A battle that ended in less than half a gak.

Then Taoist Qingcheng's expression became fierce.

"Did we stay on guard against merely these kinds of bastards?"

Taoist Qingcheng lamented facing the corpses of bastards who seemed to be Elders of Ghost Gate Palace.

Then Heon Sang approached from afar and spoke.

He brushed off the blood on his sword and said.

"Aren't they bastards who pose no threat other than evil arts anyway?"

"Even so, it's too futile. If the level of the so-called Eight Gates of the Evil Way is all like this, it's disappointing?"

The moment Taoist Qingcheng said that...

"Then it would be human nature to make sure you are not disappointed."

A thunderous voice rang from the sky.

At that voice ringing like an echo in a cave, the Qingcheng Sect disciples felt their heads spinning.

"Kuh..."

"Ugh..."

Seeing the disciples suffering as if attacked by sound arts, Taoist Qingcheng shouted urgently.

"Who is it?! Come out and reveal your identity!"

Then the clouds in the sky moved and eventually formed a gigantic human face.

At that moment, Taoist Qingcheng could intuit.

"Is it the Ghost Spirit King?"

At those words, the giant face-shaped cloud laughed, bursting into thunderous laughter from the sky, and spoke.

"Hahahaha! Correct. This seat is none other than Wonpyeong, Ghost Spirit King."

Wonpyeong, Ghost Spirit King.

The Sect Leader of Ghost Gate Palace and famous as the best evil arts user of the Evil Way appeared.

"I wondered if you weren't here since I couldn't see you. Were you hiding tightly because you were scared of me?"

"Hahaha. Kid, why would this seat fear a fledgling like you?"

"What?"

"If you covet this seat's neck, bring your master, the Blue Flow Immortal. Then I will deal with you."

Grind.

Taoist Qingcheng gritted his teeth.

To dare treat him, the Sect Leader of Qingcheng Sect, as a kid? Certainly, that old monster is a big shot who gained notoriety even before he entered Qingcheng. But...

"Come out! I will make you pay the price for daring to insult the great Qingcheng Sect."

He is the Sect Leader of Qingcheng.

And treating him lightly is treating the Qingcheng Sect lightly.

"Hahaha. Your spirit is good at least. Your spirit..."

"Haaat!"

Taoist Qingcheng, as if unwilling to hear more, kicked off the ground and leaped into the air.

'Anyway, it's an evil technique of unorthodox ways.'

The clear sword art of the Taoist prestigious sect Qingcheng could drive away most private ways.

Deciding to shatter it to pieces, Taoist Qingcheng unfolded his sword technique with full power.

Seventy-Two Breaking Swords,

Clear Wind Sweeping Fog.

The Clear Wind Taoist's sword became a huge wind and scattered the clouds to pieces.

The moment it seemed he broke the evil spell instantly...

"Hahaha. Indeed, you are not as good as your master."

"......!"

Taoist Qingcheng was astonished at the opponent's voice heard clearly.

The scattered clouds had already returned to their original form.

And a finger formed from the cloud, pointed accurately at him, and spoke.

"This time, this seat will show you a move."

Simultaneously with those words, the cloud turned ink-black, and blue lightning extended from it, attacking Taoist Qingcheng.

"Kuh..."

Taoist Qingcheng hurriedly raised his sword to block the lightning. However...

"Aaaagh!"

Blocking the lightning with a sword was his mistake.

Blue electric current swallowed him whole as if to burn him black to the bone.

"Hahaha. Does a bastard practicing Taoism not even know the laws of great nature? Blocking lightning with metal? You need to study again."

"Kuh... Kuuugh..."

Taoist Qingcheng gritted his teeth.

If he falls here, Qingcheng Sect is finished.

Even in the pain of his whole body burning, he did not let go of the sword and unfolded the sword again.

"Kuaaaaaagh!"

Seventy-Two Breaking Swords,

Ultimate Technique: Breaking Chaos Opening Heaven.

At that moment, Taoist Qingcheng's sword fell downwards.

And after the trajectory of his sword passed.

A single line connecting the sky to the ground was drawn. Then...

CRASH!

With a clear sound like something breaking, the world broke once again.

And the revealed reality was...

"Kuh... This is?"

"Damn it..."

The Qingcheng disciples were greatly flustered.

Everything was a lie.

The reality where they entered the manor and bravely defeated the Ghost Gate Palace members was all an illusion.

The revealed reality was that they were surrounded by enemies like rats in a jar.

"Was it a trap?"

Heon Sang chewed his lower lip.

Looking around, he saw not only Ghost Gate Palace but also members of Blood Hand Gate and Poison Hand Gate.

Three of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way are surrounding them perfectly. And...

"Hmm..."

A handsome man with the character Ghost engraved on his fan was bleeding from the back of his hand.

A man looking like a very handsome young master on the outside.

But his true identity was the Ghost Spirit King, a magnate of the Evil Way over a hundred years old who had already made a name for himself.

He licked the blood flowing from the back of his hand and said.

"Still the Sect Leader of Qingcheng Sect. Is that it? Putting up quite a struggle, impressive."

At the Ghost Spirit King's words, Taoist Qingcheng barely raised his body and said.

"Qingcheng has not declined enough to be evaluated by an old monster of the Evil Way."

Seeing him uphold his pride while grinding his teeth, the Ghost Spirit King smiled wickedly and then...

"Hahahaha... Ahahahahahaha!"

Eventually I laughed loudly.

He looked up at the sky with his mouth wide open until his neck bent back and laughed uproariously.

"Kuh..."

"Ugh... Blegh!"

Then, as his voice rang out, some with weak internal energy distorted their expressions in pain as if their internal organs were shaking.

Soon, some vomited blood and collapsed.

Then Heon Sang was astonished.

'What terrifying internal energy is this?'

This is neither an evil technique nor anything else.

He is just crushing them by loading immense internal energy into his voice.

To be able to do this against chosen disciples of Qingcheng Sect?

How many people under the heavens would be capable of such a thing?

And the Ghost Spirit King stopped laughing abruptly and spoke towards Taoist Qingcheng, whose face had turned pale.

"Kid, know this clearly. Qualification to evaluate someone is not divided by trivial differences in position like Righteous or Evil."

"What sophistry..."

"Strong? Or weak?"

"..."

"Only that is important. Do you understand? You kid."

Taoist Qingcheng's face crumpled severely.

The Ghost Spirit King's attitude of daring to treat him as a childish brat ignorant of the world left a serious wound on his pride.

"Heon Sang!"

"Yes. Sect Leader Senior Brother."

"Today, our Qingcheng dies here."

"Senior Brother?"

Taoist Qingcheng raised his head and shouted loudly.

"I will dedicate my life to strike that devil's neck. Disciples of Qingcheng, dedicate your lives for the honor of Qingcheng!"

Then the spirit of the cornered disciples changed.

"Loyalty! We follow the Sect Leader's command."

"We follow the Sect Leader's command!"

"We follow the Sect Leader's command!"

Qingcheng is indeed a prestigious sect.

As the Sect Leader showed the spirit to fight by dedicating his life, the disciples' momentum also changed. However...

Sprinkling the ash called despair at such times is the Evil Way's method.

"So you intend to struggle until the end. I'm grateful for my part."

A man covering his mouth and chin with a mask appeared holding a long Japanese sword in one hand. And...

"Fun. To think there are so many test subjects."

A man with a black whip wrapped around his shoulder also appeared. The moment those two appeared, Qingcheng's fighting spirit that was about to boil over subsided as if cold water was poured on it.

Just by their appearance, it seemed they knew who those two were.

How could they not know?

Blood Hand Gate Sect Leader, Red Blood Saber Ghost Yang Baek.

Poison Hand Gate Sect Leader, Myriad Poisons Demon Snake Chang Hae.

Two more Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way revealed themselves.