Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation-Chapter 439: Goal Achieved (3)

Goo Jong-myung was at a secret branch not far from the Demonic Cult.

Due to the ominous rumors circulating recently about the Demonic Cult, the entire Mount Hua Sect was on standby because of it.

Then today, during the day.

A hasty meeting was convened after receiving reports that the Demonic Cult Leader’s inauguration ceremony had taken place and that End Demon had been elected.

There were three attendees at this meeting, all high-ranking officials.

“Are you just going to sit back and watch?”

Five Ways Branch Leader, Gu Yeom, was the first to speak.

Even though he heard information that the situation within the Demonic Cult was changing frequently, he couldn’t take any significant action.

In truth, it was correct to say that there was no way to act.

End Demon was a collaborator and partner for their grand scheme.

It was a baffling situation where he was suddenly chosen as the successor and became the Cult Leader.

“It is not the right time to move recklessly. We lack justification to question the rewards of our cooperation thus far. Stirring things up without reason could only bring disaster upon us.”

West Gate Branch Leader, Gu Yang-jin, expressed his opinion conservatively.

It was inevitable because, in the worst-case scenario, if the forces of the Demonic Cult invaded, they would be unable to handle it.

Without responding to the advice of the two leaders, Goo Jong-myung looked at the other side.

North Gate Branch Leader, Elder Gu On-jin.

Among the leaders dispatched to the Demonic Cult, he seemed to be seeking the opinion of the highest-ranking individual.

“How about meeting them directly?”

At those words, the other leaders showed signs of bewilderment.

Currently, End Demon was not just the disciple of the Cult Leader they had cooperated with.

He was, literally, the leader of an organization.

Regardless of the weight and rumors, he was not someone they could dare to face.

“I haven’t ruled out that thought either. But it should be left as a last resort. Because before the issue of conveying our opinions, he might try to deny our existence.”

What Goo Jong-myung was concerned about was the changed position of End Demon.

Unlike in the past, End Demon now had immense power.

Not only Goo Jong-myung or the Branch Leaders, but even the secret branch of the Mount Hua Sect, composed of these two regions, that could be wiped out without a trace overnight.

In fact, waiting here was also a burden for him.

“I also think we need to set aside personal feelings and assess the situation realistically.”

The conservative West Gate Branch Leader also agreed with the opinion of the North Gate Branch Leader.

“It’s possible to provoke him with aggressive methods like demanding responsibility from End Demon right now. It seems more practical to make suggestions or proposals instead of demands. From what I’ve seen of End Demon, at least, he’s not one to scheme in the dark or backstab. How about targeting that aspect?”

“That’s a slightly better alternative.”

“I agree with that point as well.”

At those words, not only the Nort Gate Branch Leader but also the slightly discontented Five Way Branch Leader agreed.

Everyone was aware that a judgment suitable for the current situation, where the balance of power had completely collapsed, was needed.

“So, Branch Leaders, will you proceed with the previous plan? Or withdraw it?”

“That is…”

“Hmm…”

“Ah…”

At Goo Jong-myung’s question, no one could readily answer.

Although he made it sound like a “suggestion” rather than “request,” the content made it impossible to call it a suggestion.

Drive hundreds of demonic practitioners to death for the sake of the Mount Hua Sect.

It was obvious how End Demon, who was now the leader, unlike during the successor struggle which was a power struggle, would perceive it.

“It seems difficult to keep pushing with past suggestions. We need to put our heads together and think about what suggestion to make.”

Everyone seemed to agree with the North gate Branch Leader’s words.

However, no one could guarantee whether it would help the Mount Hua Sect, who aimed for the Best Sword Sect Under Heavens.

‘In the end, do we have to retreat like this?’

Goo Jong-myung felt bitter at the thought.

Having collaborated with the Demonic Cult, which was a rival and enemy of the Central Plains.

Proposing again may seem difficult, but in truth, it has been a collaboration from equal standing until now.

A proposal in a reversed situation like this will soon become a plea.

In that process, one will face things that wound their pride.

That was troubling.

“Excuse me.”

Suddenly, the sound of someone approaching from outside caught the attention of the officials.

“What is it? I told you not to let anyone in unless it’s an urgent matter.”

Then, the reprimand from Five Way Branch Leader quickly followed. It was an unwritten rule not to interrupt during important meetings without significant cause.

“There is a situation here… You might need to come out quickly.”

“What on earth could it be?”

This time, another official asked.

“I think you need to see this directly.”

The absurd statement left the officials bewildered.

Creak.

Goo Jong-myung, feeling rather stifled, moved first and walked out.

“What on earth is this…?”

“Who are you? How can you have such a face?”

“Wow, it’s true. It’s exactly the same.”

Murmur, murmur.

The members of the Mount Hua Sect gathered at the entrance of the training ground.

It was only natural, as the face of a peddler was settled at the entrance of the secret branch’s central and largest training location.

Seeing that face, they couldn’t simply pass by.

“There is a secret method handed down in my family.”

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The person sitting at the stall looked remarkably like Goo Jong-myung.

No, it was entirely him.

If they hadn’t known that Goo Jong-myung had convened and entered the meeting hall, everyone would have thought it was Goo Jong-myung.

“Look here instead.”

The shock didn’t end there.

The man resembling Goo Jong-myung was holding out a booklet.

The title written on the secret martial arts book made the people of the Mount Hua Sect doubt their eyes.

Taiji Cultivation Technique, Taiji Wisdom Sword, Eighteen Arhat Hands, Shaolin Five Fists, and a book without a title.

A total of five books.

Except for one book, the legendary martial arts of various sects, which were only passed down through rumors in the murim world, were spread out on the stall.

“Are you saying this is really the Taiji Wisdom Sword that contains the essence of Taiji?”

“Eighteen Arhat Hands of Shaolin? Is the legendary martial arts really contained here?”

“Shaolin Five Fists? Even a passing dog wouldn’t believe it, would they?”

The question of how these came to be here was already forgotten.

They even forgot that the peddler’s face was that of Goo Jong-myung.

That’s how unbelievable each of the items he was selling was.

“What are you doing there!”

Just then, a loud voice came from the other side.

Goo Jong-myung appeared with his subordinates.

At his appearance, those nearby quickly stepped back, and soon they could see the reason they had gathered.

“Ha! That appearance is…”

“HO!”

“What on earth is this…?”

The subordinates were bewildered.

The face of the person sitting on the stand was that of Goo Jong-myung, who was standing beside him.

Especially, the real Goo Jong-myung was momentarily speechless at the absurdity of seeing his own face.

“That’s why I insisted you come and see for yourself.”

One of the disciples, who had interrupted the meeting, added an explanation from the side.

How could one explain this absurd situation with words?

Goo Jong-myung, now understanding, waved the people away and walked slowly.

“Oh. It’s the same face as mine.”

Unlike the stern Goo Jong-myung, Seol-Hwi, who had transformed into Goo Jong-myung, laughed heartily at his opponent.

The moments spent pondering how to draw attention seemed to vanish at once.

Certainly, nothing could draw attention as much as a face resembling his own.

“Who are you?”

Goo Jong-myung, who had approached close to Seol-Hwi, asked.

“Who else? I’m a merchant.”

“…Do you wish to joke with me here?”

“That’s not it. If I did, I would have thought of a more amusing way.”

“Then, why have you changed to resemble me?”

“To see you.”

“Why me?”

“To deliver something you might need.”

At Seol-Hwi’s words, everyone behind began to whisper.

It sparked curiosity as if there was some story behind it.

‘This guy, he’s not just any warrior.’

Meanwhile, Goo Jong-myung was tense for a different reason.

At a glance, the opponent hadn’t disguised with a human-faced mask. Nor were there traces of using internal qi techniques like Inverse Change Arts.

Then there’s only one explanation—He has reached a level far beyond his own. Otherwise, he couldn’t have deceived him.

“Everyone, fall back.”

“……Pardon?”

“Immediately!”

At Goo Jong-myung’s shout, the disciples quickly realized the situation and moved away.

The observers, who had already sensed what Goo Jong-myung’s concerns were rooted in, soon moved to other places.

Suddenly, only the two of them remained there.

“For what purpose did you want to see me?”

Goo Jong-myung spoke again to the fake Goo Jong-myung.

He believed the other had a special purpose.

“Having spectators isn’t so bad… People, you’re quite meticulous.”

Seol-Hwi raised the corner of his mouth and casually picked up a secret martial arts book.

“How much do you think this would sell for?”

“Look. I’m right now…”

“One coin.”

“……”

“Would you like to see?”

In Seol-Hwi’s hand was the Shaolin Five Fists manual. Goo Jong-myung wanted to shout out immediately, but he too was a warrior.

He couldn’t help but wonder if what was being offered was truly the secret martial arts book of the Shaolin Five Fists.

“Take a look. There’s no harm in just seeing it, is there?”

At the repeated suggestion, he hesitated for a moment. Then he picked it up and quickly skimmed through it.

“……!”

The change first occurred in his eyes, which had previously shown discomfort.

As he unfolded more of the content, his eyes widened more and eventually turned into a look of astonishment.

Seeing this, Seol-Hwi presented another book.

“This is three coins.”

What Seol-Hwi handed over this time was the Taiji Cultivation Technique.

Goo Jong-myung didn’t hesitate this time. He quickly unfolded the content, and before long…

“Ah!”

A groan escaped his lips before he knew it.

“I’m someone who doesn’t lie, despite my appearance. These books are verified martial arts techniques.”

Seol-Hwi’s words left Goo Jong-myung extremely confused.

A bizarre figure appeared in broad daylight with his own face.

Yet, the books he held were truly shocking.

The secret martial arts techniques he brought, like a peddler, were none other than the rare arts of the murim world.

“And this is…”

Seol-Hwi picked up a book without a title.

Then he tilted his head in puzzlement and put it down.

“Huh? Why did I bring this…”

“…?”

“Ah, this won’t do. It’s a priceless item.”

Seol-Hwi placed the untitled book down and stacked the other books to one side before handing them over.

“Take these instead, all for six coins. I’m not sure if they’ll be of help.”

Goo Jong-myung’s brows furrowed at the sight. If it had been just a moment ago, he would have simply ignored it, but now was not the time.

“What is that?”

Despite knowing the bastard’s intent, Goo Jong-myung couldn’t help but ask.

Even as he spoke, Seol-Hwi was packing his things, prompting Goo Jong-myung to raise his voice.

“I asked what it is.”

It was then.

Seol-Hwi’s movement to pack and leave came to a halt.

Then he looked up at him intently and continued.

“Purple Cloud Divine Arts.”

“……!”

For a moment, Goo Jong-myung’s eyes widened.

No, it wasn’t just his eyes.

The trembling of his pupils spread from his face to his entire body.

Rustle, rustle.

Seol-Hwi slowly unpacked his things again. He took out a nameless booklet once more and placed it on the mat, speaking.

Then he threw one last remark towards him.

“Would you like to take a look?”