Chapter 88: Sword Demon, Lust Demon, Mad Demon

Mongrang, the former Bright Left Envoy, entered a house in a secluded place and said, "Master, I have arrived."

The house was too large for a single man to live in, but the yard, veranda, and small well were all neatly maintained.

Mongrang’s appearance was terrible, but he was prepared for a scolding. When a middle-aged man appeared a moment later, Mongrang knelt down.

The middle-aged man looked at Mongrang and said, "What is this at night? You’re not even properly dressed."

"I couldn’t go home like this, so I came late at night. Please give me a set of clothes."

The middle-aged man came out to the yard and said, "Change and come out."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man, sitting on the veranda, was whittling a wooden sword as he waited for his disciple. A short while later, Mongrang, now dressed in black martial attire, sat on the veranda and sighed.

The middle-aged man asked, "What happened? It looks like you’ve been in a fight. It also smells like feces."

Mongrang sighed repeatedly with a troubled expression and said, "Master, you said I would have no match among those my age, didn’t you?"

The middle-aged man chuckled and replied, "How could that be my opinion? You must have thought so yourself."

"That’s true."

"But now you’ve found a match. The world is vast, so it’s not surprising. Which family is he from?"

"He seems like just a country bumpkin."

The middle-aged man put down the wooden sword and replied, "Not from a family?"

"Yes."

"His skills?"

Mongrang, recalling the duel, replied, "I couldn’t fully gauge them."

The middle-aged man looked at the edge of the wooden sword and said, "Does he know your true identity?"

"I don’t know. Would you like to meet him? If we fight again, I’ll have to use my full strength."

"Using Ice Power in Bai Yingzhi will cause trouble, so be careful."

"That’s why I’m telling you. I can’t handle him without using Ice Power."

"Is he a disciple of the Three Disasters? A country bumpkin?"

"There’s a possibility."

After a moment of thought, the middle-aged man said, "Lure him to a secluded place and fight. Don’t reveal Ice Power in crowded areas. If it can’t be helped, bring him here. I’ll take a look."

"Yes."

"And."

"Yes, Master."

"Is it so strange to have a match? If you’re already full of arrogance, it will be harder to catch up with the advanced masters. Always be cautious with your heart. Go home and rest."

"Master, shouldn’t I start operating independently from the Meng family soon?"

"Consider it as mental training and observe the people in the Meng family. Observing the hearts of various characters is as important as martial arts."

"Yes. How is your body?"

"I’m recovering gradually, so don’t worry. Unless the leader of the sect appears, the sect’s masters can’t do anything to me."

Mongrang bowed and said, "I’ll take my leave."

The middle-aged man watched his disciple leave and then asked, "The guy you mentioned, is he worth killing or useful?"

Mongrang replied, "I don’t know. When we fight again, I’ll set things straight."

"Do so. What is this unpleasant smell?"

"I was hit by a laxative."

Mongrang noticed his master’s lips twitching for the first time in a long while and had a wry expression.

The middle-aged man, wiping the smile from his face, said to Mongrang, "Falling for a country bumpkin’s trick? Your opponents are not just the Demon Sect but also the world’s masters. I’ve told you countless times about strong masters being defeated. Don’t be complacent."

"Yes."

After his disciple left, the middle-aged man chuckled to himself, "Stupid kid. Falling for a laxative. Tsk tsk tsk."

He resumed whittling the wooden sword with a stern expression.

* * *

I was holed up in my quarters, reviewing the duel.

The duel was unpleasant due to the laxative. Life doesn’t always go as planned. We both concealed our strength to some extent, but if the Left Envoy’s master exists, it’s understandable.

The Left Envoy’s master is likely Dugu Jianmo, who fought the leader and left the Demon Sect. I know about Dugu Jianmo because he tried to kill the leader before me.

What kind of person is he?

A figure from the Demon Path who received an invitation to join the Martial Alliance. His origin is clearly from the Demon Path, but he hasn’t committed any major crimes or evil deeds, so no one opposed the invitation.

Of course, he’s a stubborn person and would never join the Martial Alliance.

Thanks to the leader, he occasionally interacted with the righteous sects, and Dugu Jianmo left a famous saying.

When asked why he fought the leader, Dugu Jianmo said, "Just to see who is the true Demon Path."

For a master of lust, he seems quite decent, making it a strange combination.

Chronologically, news about Dugu Jianmo became scarce, and then the Lust Demon appeared, indicating some event in between.

He’s a powerful individual without a significant following.

His personal strength is formidable, but he’s too decent to be underestimated as a Demon Path figure.

He’s not an easy person to consider kind and gentle, as there are rumors that he brutally killed the sect members who tried to stop him when he escaped.

The title of Sword Demon in the Demon Path is not easily obtained.

In any case, it means a significant figure.

I pondered various possibilities but couldn’t come up with a clear solution, so I decided on a general direction and went to sleep.

Whether it’s the Left Envoy or the Sword Demon...

If I can’t recruit them into the Hao Sect, I’ll kill them.

After much thought.

Of course, I might be killed by the Sword Demon.

But I’m not the kind of person who abandons their goals out of fear of death.

* * *

In my dream, I was invited to the Martial Alliance.

At a banquet filled with the leader and high masters, I secretly laced the food with a laxative. I was laughing and running around when I was caught by the leader and thrown into the dungeon.

Why are my dreams always so unfortunate?

In the dungeon, the leader visited and gave me private food. After eating it, I had diarrhea and woke up to find the sun already up.

"Is the theme of the dream karma?"

I washed my face and headed back to the noodle shop where I failed yesterday.

After ordering another bowl of noodles, I waited, and the Left Envoy appeared, now in clean clothes.

I naturally pinched my nose.

"Ruining my appetite. Shithead."

The Left Envoy sat across from me, crossed his arms, and said, "You’re eating. It might be your last meal, so eat well."

The waiter placed the noodles on the table and asked, "Young Master Meng, what would you like?"

The Left Envoy replied, "I’m fine."

"Understood."

The waiter noticed the tension between us and quickly retreated.

I took out a flashing dagger and stuck it on the table, then started eating the noodles.

The Left Envoy asked, "I have a question. If that was poison instead of a laxative, I would have died. What was your purpose?"

I replied as I did yesterday, "I can’t tell you."

The Left Envoy, who had been thinking, asked, "Did you take a woman from me? If so, I can understand your actions."

"Go to hell."

"Seems like it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have a grudge against me. You even sent a guy with a broken arm to spy on me. Right?"

I replied, annoyed, "Let’s say yes."

The Left Envoy didn’t attack me even after I finished the noodles. I asked, "You know Ice Power but didn’t use it properly. Lead me to a secluded place. I’ll show you the real difference in skill."

"Let’s go."

We silently left Bai Yingzhi and entered a quiet, small village.

The Left Envoy pointed to a house with a high wall and said, "Don’t misunderstand. This is my master’s house. I don’t know if you’ll understand, but he won’t interfere in a junior’s fight. If you’re scared, I can lead you elsewhere."

I looked at the Left Envoy.

Even if it’s a trick, I can’t do anything. I’m too curious to resist.

"Lead the way."

If there really is a Sword Demon and he interferes, I’ll have to run. But if he’s really the Sword Demon, he probably won’t interfere in the fight.

When we entered the house, a middle-aged man was sitting on the veranda, whittling a wooden sword.

The Left Envoy said, "Master, can we have a duel here?"

The middle-aged man glanced at me and said to the Left Envoy, "Do as you please."

I don’t know what the Sword Demon looks like. The middle-aged man’s face was hard to guess his age, with a bit of white hair, and he had a very sharp and intelligent appearance. He seemed both simple and strict, a complex character.

He treated making the wooden sword as a serious matter and didn’t pay much attention to me. He seemed to be a person who acts as if no one else exists.

I sighed without greeting, and the middle-aged man said, "You can fight without fear. I won’t blame you if you kill each other."

Hearing this, I was certain the Left Envoy’s master was Dugu Jianmo.

Dugu Jianmo seemed to look down on me, so I tried to heat up the atmosphere.

"This chick can’t be my match. I want to fight the senior."

The Sword Demon put down the wooden sword with a puzzled look.

"Me?"

The Left Envoy said coldly, "Are you crazy?"

I crossed my arms and replied, "Shut up, shithead."

The Sword Demon finally looked at me intently. I tried to hide my aura as much as possible.

The Sword Demon narrowed his brows and said, "What sect are you from? There are few sects I don’t know."

"I can’t tell you."

The Sword Demon, in a calm but terrifyingly honest tone, said, "If you work hard, you might be able to match me, but it’s impossible now. I’m still recovering from injuries, so it’s not right to fight recklessly. If you don’t want to fight Menglang now, come and sit here."

The Left Envoy, surprised, said, "Master?"

The Sword Demon said to the Left Envoy, "He has a fearless face. You’ll often fight, so there’s no need to rush. Go and bring some tea. I’ll try to guess the young intruder’s sect."

The Left Envoy, about to reply, said, "Understood."

When I sat on the veranda, the Sword Demon stroked his rough beard and smiled.

"Surprising."

It’s surprising.

What master in the world could guess my sect?

But I also realized that the Sword Demon, with his aura, eyes, thinking, and tone, was a rare madman. Even more surprisingly, his madman’s aura had a Daoist flavor.

The Sword Demon scratched his forehead and said, "You won’t reveal your sect?"

"No."

"Of course not."

What does this man see in me? My feelings are also strange. Meeting a man who survived a fight with the leader is a rare experience.

I don’t judge people by their origin but by their overall completeness, so the Sword Demon is an impressive man.

The Sword Demon, in a calm tone, said, "That guy must have put a laxative or similar poison in your teacup."

"Why do you think so?"

The Sword Demon pointed inside and said, "It’s past the time for tea."

"Reasonable. But when the tea comes, the cup will be clean."

The Sword Demon nodded.

"True."

A short while later, the Left Envoy, who was suddenly sent to get tea, placed the tea set on the veranda and said, "No laxative, so drink comfortably, Master."

The Left Envoy pointed at me and said, "You too, drink comfortably."

I nodded and replied, "Sure. You’ve been through a lot these past few days."

We each drank a cup of tea. It was a normal cup of tea on a regular day.

I looked at the two of them and then at the peaceful house.

Then, I noticed the appearance of the people sitting on the veranda...

We were the Sword Demon, the Lust Demon, and the Mad Demon.