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Chapter 6
Blood Cult.
Even though it had been 30 years since the Blood Cult was destroyed—
The fear of its name still remained.
Still—
This was the Namgung Family.
They suppressed their fear and instinctively formed ranks.
Behind them were the goods they had to protect.
In their hearts was the pride of the Namgung name.
Even against the Blood Cult—
They could not retreat.
“RAAAAH!”
Some Blood Cultists rushed forward.
One leapt into the air and swung his blade down at Namgung Cheonggi.
“Not a chance!”
CLANG!
He blocked the attack easily—
Then—
Slash!
With a lightning-fast strike of the Changgung Infinite Sword—
He cut the enemy down.
Two more attacked from both sides.
He blocked.
He killed.
‘Manageable.’
They were strong—
But not overwhelming.
Clash! Clash!
The Blood Cultists charged like beasts.
For a moment—
The Namgung formation faltered.
But only briefly.
Soon—
The Namgung side regained control.
As time passed—
More enemies fell.
“Retreat!”
“Fall back!”
After about 30 minutes—
The Blood Cultists suddenly withdrew.
They scattered like a receding tide.
Even cutting down their own if they got in the way.
Then—
They vanished.
“Do not pursue! Regroup! Check the wounded and the dead!”
Namgung Cheonggi shouted with internal energy.
His deputies quickly stabilized the group.
The result?
No deaths.
No serious injuries.
Only minor wounds.
A complete victory.
But—
His expression darkened.
‘The Blood Cult… should have been gone for 30 years.’
Why were they back?
He didn’t know.
But—
A bad feeling settled in his chest.
Meanwhile—
In Anhui Province, at Mount Huang—
The Namgung Family’s territory.
A place of beautiful scenery.
Many people came and went.
Countless inns filled the area.
One of them—
Geumwol Inn.
A place Namgung Cheongang often visited.
Why?
“The egg fried rice here is amazing!”
Fluffy rice.
Rich eggs.
Perfect saltiness.
A smoky aroma.
Spring onions adding the final touch.
‘It enters your mouth… and conquers your tongue.’
Nom nom.
“Ahh… this is healing.”
Not a single grain left.
“One more bowl!”
Thud!
A young waiter rushed over.
“Already prepared, sir!”
Cheongang grinned.
“You know me well, Aso!”
“If I didn’t, I’d lose my job!”
Cheongang tossed him a tip.
Soon—
People around him started watching.
“…It must be good.”
“Give me the same dish!”
“Me too!”
“Two bowls!”
Everyone ordered egg fried rice.
“This is amazing!”
“Why didn’t I try this before?!”
Cheongang leaned back, satisfied.
“See? I’ve got great taste.”
Sharing good food felt just as satisfying—
As seeing people praise his weapons.
‘Maybe I should recommend tea too…’
Just as he thought that—
CRASH!
A loud noise.
Screams.
“Huh? A fight?”
Of course.
This was the martial world.
Violence was everywhere.
“Perfect timing!”
After a good meal—
A fight to watch?
He couldn’t resist.
He rushed outside.
The door of the inn next door—
Destroyed.
People ran out screaming.
Nearby—
A man in black lay collapsed, covered in blood.
“Alive?”
Cheongang poked him with a stick.
“…Yep. Alive.”
He checked his wounds.
Clean cuts.
Precise strikes.
“Whoever did this knows what they’re doing.”
Then—
He casually took the man’s money pouch.
“…Gotta earn somehow.”
Inside—
The fight continued.
Cheongang approached carefully.
Peeking inside—
Clang! Clash!
Swords and hidden weapons collided.
Sparks flew.
“Let’s see…”
Twelve masked attackers.
‘Assassins.’
And—
Three people fighting them.
One woman.
Two men.
‘Definitely righteous faction.’
The woman—
Graceful.
Her sword technique—
Balanced and pure.
Clearly from a righteous sect.
Meanwhile—
The assassins attacked relentlessly.
Even targeting civilians behind them.
The three fighters couldn’t retreat—
Because they were protecting people.
‘…This is bad.’
The number difference was too big.
Even skilled fighters couldn’t win easily.
One of the assassins smiled—
Mocking.
Provoking.
‘That bastard…’
Cheongang frowned.
He wanted to help.
But rushing in blindly?
Suicide.
Still—
He couldn’t ignore it.
‘Fine.’
‘Blacksmith style it is.’
He scanned the enemies.
Picked one target—
The one fighting the woman.
The one with the most irritating smile.
He focused.
Waited.
A moment.
The assassin attacked—
Leaving a tiny opening.
‘Now.’
Cheongang pulled out a nail.
Poured internal energy into it—
And threw it.
Whoosh!
[Genius Blacksmith ability activated.]
[Recognized as a blacksmith-exclusive weapon.]
[Accuracy greatly increased.]
“…Huh?”
That wasn’t expected.
