How the Vice Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult Lives Chapter 131 : A Drink?

Chapter 131: A Drink?

Zhuge Hoon, who had been wavering as he looked at Zhuge Wuliang turning back, ultimately failed to say anything.

If what had been decided was to succeed, sacrifice was unavoidable. Even if that sacrifice was his own younger brother.

That was the way of the Zhuge Clan, and the thod they had learned in order to survive within the ruthless Martial World.

Thus, after giving a brief glance to his cousin who had squeezed his eyes shut, Zhuge Wuliang called out to Slaughter Demon Gireon.

“You know what must be done, I trust.”

“Being bait is hardly a pleasant matter.”

“Instead, you will have freedom. If you can escape their grasp, I will not care what you do.”

“Oh? Freedom, you say. In that case, it is worth attempting. Leave it to .”

At Slaughter Demon Gireon’s agreent, Zhuge Hoon took a small piece of wood from within his robes.

Slaughter Demon Gireon stared intently at the wooden piece engraved with intricate patterns. It was the talisman that had placed a restriction upon his soul.

Zhuge Wuliang muttered sothing under his breath and snapped the wooden piece in half.

In that instant, a pitch-black mist seeped out from the broken wood, then soon crumbled like powder and scattered away.

After dusting the remaining powder from his hand, Zhuge Wuliang spoke to Slaughter Demon Gireon, whose face was flushed with exhilaration.

“If you fail to fulfill our agreent, you will be dragged straight to hell.”

“And the other restrictions?”

“They have been lifted.”

The mont he heard that answer, Slaughter Demon Gireon’s eyes flashed with killing intent as he reached out and seized Zhuge Wuliang’s throat.

Zhuge Hoon hastily drew his throwing blade, but Zhuge Wuliang raised a hand to stop him and spoke calmly.

“Ah! There is one thing I forgot. You will not be able to kill anyone of the Zhuge Clan.”

“What nonsense—”

Slaughter Demon Gireon’s voice cut off. The hand gripping Zhuge Wuliang’s throat would not tighten.

His eyes widened in shock. Zhuge Wuliang said to him,

“I told you. You will not be able to kill anyone of the Zhuge Clan.”

When the stunned Slaughter Demon Gireon’s hand was removed, it fell away limply.

The look on his face clearly showed his confusion at the fact that his hand had been moved helplessly by another’s will.

“Do only what you agreed to do. Then everything else is freedom.”

“Freedom that excludes killing Zhuge bastards?”

“Freedom to kill everyone except those of the Zhuge Clan.”

Sa words, different feeling. Slaughter Demon Gireon let out a faint laugh, intrigue flickering in his eyes.

“As expected, the Zhuge bastards have silver tongues.”

“And thanks to that, you have seized a chance to leave hell for this world and obtain freedom.”

“I cannot deny that.”

“Then go. Unless you are reluctant to leave…”

“Ah! No. I am going. Let us never et again. Heh heh heh.”

Leaving behind a sinister chuckle, Slaughter Demon Gireon departed in a flash.

Zhuge Hoon’s expression turned distant as he watched him disappear.

Zhuge Wuliang spoke to him.

“He is not Chan-young.”

“Th-That may be so, but…”

“Let us go. We do not have the leisure to linger here either.”

Urged on by Zhuge Wuliang, Zhuge Hoon glanced once more in the direction where Slaughter Demon Gireon had vanished, then began to move.

As always, Yul Han had been fully imrsed in his training. Yet his gaze shifted toward Iron Demon, who sat so distance away, looking dejected.

The sight was so unlike Iron Demon’s usual self—who trained as fervently as, no, even more fervently than Yul Han—that Yul Han felt puzzled. Ghost Demon approached and whispered to him,

“It is his birthday.”

“A birthday is a good day. Why does he look like that?”

“Iron Demon’s birthday is the anniversary of his mother’s death.”

It was an era when not a few mothers lost their lives in childbirth.

It was not the newborn child’s fault, yet such children were often despised and abused as those who had devoured their own mothers.

Perhaps Iron Demon had endured such mistreatnt before being sold to the Bright Cult in his youth.

As Yul Han looked at him with pity, he heard Demon Flower’s voice as she approached Iron Demon and asked,

“Elder Brother, I will buy you a drink, so let us go to the Pleasure Quarters.”

“Even if I am a bastard, going to the Pleasure Quarters on my mother’s death anniversary… I do not need it.”

“Ah! I-I am sorry, Elder Brother.”

As Demon Flower retreated in embarrassnt, Ghost Demon stepped forward.

“Then how about just a drink? I will pay.”

“Forget it. The liquor in the Main Fortress is all murky and harsh anyway.”

It was because retired martial artists brewed it roughly and sold it.

The taverns were not professionally run by rchants.

The taverns and Pleasure Quarters in the village at the foot of the mountain were all operated by retired martial artists under the Bright Cult’s permission.

rchants could neither endure nor were they allowed to enter the Bright Cult’s territory.

Moreover, Bright Cult martial artists, who had neither the ntal nor temporal leisure to sit long and savor their drinks, preferred liquor that made them drunk quickly rather than fine liquor.

As Iron Demon disparaged the Bright Cult’s alcohol, Profound Demon, who had been silently watching him, stepped forward.

“Would you like to go to the place you always sang about wanting to visit at least once?”

At Profound Demon’s question, Iron Demon’s head slowly turned.

“You do not an… the Flower Pavilion?”

“Yes. The place where heavenly flowers are said to have descended to earth.”

“Really? It must be incredibly expensive.”

“We will call it a birthday celebration for you, and a toast to us having reached the Manifestation Realm.”

At Profound Demon’s words, Iron Demon sprang to his feet as if he had never been dejected at all.

Watching him, Demon Flower asked with a baffled expression,

“If it is the Flower Pavilion, you an that place said to sit upon the Humble Administrator’s Garden, right?”

“Yes. That place.”

“But that is still a Pleasure Quarters!”

At Demon Flower’s sharply raised voice, Iron Demon replied indifferently,

“It is not just any Pleasure Quarters. It is the Flower Pavilion, the Flower Pavilion! Hahaha!”

Seeing him laugh loudly as if it delighted him to no end, Demon Flower looked at him as though he was hopeless.

Yul Han let out a faint chuckle as he watched Iron Demon. Profound Demon then asked him,

“Will you join us? I will attend to you.”

“No. Please go ahead without .”

“What? Vice Cult Leader, you are not coming? Do not say that—co with us. Did we not reach the Manifestation Realm thanks entirely to you?”

Even at Ghost Demon’s urging, Yul Han shook his head.

He simply did not feel any desire to go to a Pleasure Quarters.

Iron Demon then asked him,

“Are you still angry at because of what happened at the Yeonryuk rchant Guild? I was just immature and tried to pick a fight. Please forgive—”

“Ah! No. I have already forgotten that.”

At Yul Han’s bitter smile, Iron Demon pressed further.

“Then please join us. If I could receive a celebratory drink from the Vice Cult Leader, I would have no regrets.”

“It seems to be a fine place, but leaving Senior Brother behind… I do not think I would feel at ease.”

Yul Han had thought that ntioning the Cult Leader would provide him an excuse to withdraw, but his expectation was completely off.

“Then let us bring the Cult Leader along. That is fine, right?”

At Iron Demon’s question, Profound Demon nodded without hesitation.

Yul Han’s expression darkened at the thought that Profound Demon’s agreent might carry another aning. Then a ntal Voice Transmission reached him.

I am not so base as to use a comrade’s birthday for the sake of my revenge. Do not worry.

Yul Han gave a bitter smile at the ssage. Profound Demon then spoke aloud.

“Shall we go together?”

In the end, Yul Han nodded, and the overjoyed Iron Demon ran toward the Cult Leader’s residence.

That was why, without warning, six Manifestation Realm experts of the Bright Cult revealed themselves in Suzhou.

“Did you not say it was close?”

At Yul Han’s question, Iron Demon answered,

“Is it not? We only ran for half a day.”

Only half a day.

Even reaching the Transcendent Realm would have required at least three or four days for that distance—running to the death without rest, using Lightness Skill.

It was inevitable.

They had run from Xinjiang to Jiangsu—in other words, from the western end of the Central Plains to the eastern edge.

Yet despite Iron Demon’s words, the Cult Leader said nothing.

It seed the Flower Pavilion was indeed famous. The Cult Leader, who detested inconvenience, remained silent.

With a bitter smile, Yul Han stepped into Suzhou—only to be greeted by an unexpected sight: n brandishing spears and blades.

Cha-ja-ja-jang!

As weapons were drawn in an instant, the Cult Leader looked at them incredulously and asked,

“What is this? A group suicide?”

His words were not exaggerated.

Including Yul Han, who was called Emperor Salyejin, there were six Manifestation Realm experts present.

They possessed enough power to overturn the entire Jianghu, yet these n dared to point spears and blades at them.

As Pageuk and Ghost Demon imdiately scowled and stepped forward, Yul Han blocked them.

“We have co for a drink, not to see blood.”

“But—”

At Yul Han’s killing intent–filled gaze pressing down upon him, Ghost Demon withdrew.

Iron Demon whispered to him,

“But? You have grown bold enough to add conditions before the Vice Cult Leader.”

“Am I any worse than you, who once tried to fight him?”

At Ghost Demon’s rebuke, Iron Demon retreated with an awkward laugh.

Yul Han then spoke to those holding weapons.

“I understand what you are thinking, but it is a misunderstanding. We have truly co only for a drink.”

“Do not lie! The Cult Leader of the Bright Cult coming rely for a drink—is that even plausible?”

The cold retort ca from Great Master Jeongbeop.

Yet his attire was odd.

He wore a bamboo hat to conceal his shaved head, had removed his Monk’s Robe, yet still wore prayer beads around his wrist.

The Cult Leader spoke bluntly to him.

“See? I told you they were trying to commit suicide. Otherwise, would they accuse the man they themselves nicknad Emperor Salyejin of lying right to his face?”

At those words, Great Master Jeongbeop’s eyes widened.

“E-Emperor Salyejin!”

“Ah, yes. That is what they call .”

Only then did Great Master Jeongbeop properly examine Yul Han. His face darkened instantly.

The cold killing intent flowing from him was so vicious that it violently shook even the resolve of soone in the Transcendent Realm.

He could only lant that he had recognized it too late.

Then again, it had been impossible to think clearly upon recognizing the Cult Leader in the very heart of Orthodox territory.

As those who had extended their weapons stood at a loss, Yul Han spoke.

“Unless you truly intend to commit suicide as my Senior Brother says, please lower your blades.”

Only then did they exchange glances and hurriedly sheath their weapons.

They knew that if they persisted, it would indeed amount to suicide.

Facing the Cult Leader alone was nearly impossible. With the Vice Cult Leader—renowned as the undisputed number one under heaven—present as well, it would not rely be defeat but annihilation.

And likely in an instant.

As the weapons were lowered, the Cult Leader smacked his lips, as though he had just missed an opportunity.

At that reaction, the n sank further in tension. Representing them, Great Master Jeongbeop stepped forward.

“We of Room 32 of the Martial Alliance greet the mbers of the Bright Cult.”

“Crazy bastards. A mont ago you were threatening us with blades, and now you are offering greetings…”

As they grew awkward at the Cult Leader’s muttering, Yul Han’s voice followed.

“A pleasure to et you. I am Yul Han of the Bright Cult.”

At the unexpected courtesy from the Vice Cult Leader, Great Master Jeongbeop brightened.

“Thank you—ah, haha. We would be grateful if you could understand that we are not in a position to simply welco you.”

“I understand. If Orthodox martial artists entered Xinjiang unannounced claiming they only wanted a drink, I would not greet them warmly either.”

Perhaps sothing in Yul Han’s words reached them.

The stiff expressions of the Bright Cult mbers, including the Cult Leader, eased.

Looking at them, Great Master Jeongbeop asked,

“Then have you truly co all this way for the sake of a drink?”