Chapter 224 ·The Message of the Heaven-Mixing Crushing Demon

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󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄂was a saying that while people did the work, success was decided by the heavens.

Lately, ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍󠄂󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄂Zhuge Giyeon had been repeatedly turning that phrase over in his mind.

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Whether the martial sects beat each other to death and all perished together—it made no difference to him.

A new world could sometimes be built faster upon ruins.

However, the authorities intervening and annihilating the Martial World was something even Zhuge Giyeon did not want.

What he desired was to break the rigid framework that had hardened like a formula—not to uproot everything down to its very roots so that even they themselves could do nothing afterward.

Thus, Zhuge Giyeon halted his movements together with Palmi Venerable.

Depending on how things unfolded, the situation was shifting toward one where they might even have to help Wudang and fight against the Government Army.

The Zhuge Clan was just as flustered.

They had wished for the authorities’ punishment not to fall upon them—but they had never wanted the authorities to use that as a pretext to trample the entire Martial World.

If Wudang were erased, the next most endangered place would be the Zhuge Clan.

After all, Mount Longzhong was close enough to Mount Wudang that one could practically stumble and reach it.

Immediately, the Zhuge Clan mobilized a Grand Scholar and once again sent a massive amount of wealth to the Prime Minister’s Office.

At the very least, they petitioned that the Zhuge Clan and a few other sects be allowed to survive.

But this time, the wealth was returned.

The meaning was clear.

Either the Prime Minister was siding with those who intended to erase the Martial World—or at the very least, he was not opposing them.

Panicked, the Zhuge Clan then tried to move the Emperor directly through the Grand Scholar.

No matter how powerless the Emperor was, a single word from him would at least halt the Government Army’s blade aimed at the Zhuge Clan.

The Grand Scholar, carrying enormous gifts meant for the Emperor’s consorts, headed toward the Imperial Palace—

and vanished without a trace.

The Zhuge Clan only learned of this when the Grand Scholar’s corpse was discovered in a back-alley stream of the Imperial Capital.

Thus, the Zhuge Clan’s only link to the Emperor was severed.

The Association for Protecting the Nation.

True to its name, those who joined this group sought to quell the chaos within the authorities and set the nation right.

Already, the Jurchen tribes in the east were growing stronger.

The Mongols in the north were also rebuilding their power, waiting for an opportunity to reclaim the Central Plains.

Sensing that the crisis would only deepen with time, a number of resolute individuals had finally raised a banner.

Of course, given the times, the Association for Protecting the Nation was a secret organization.

Even among its members, identities were unknown, and whenever meetings were unavoidable, they thoroughly concealed their faces with masks.

It was the minimum safety measure to protect one another.

In one such secret meeting, the matter of the slain Grand Scholar was being discussed.

“The Grand Scholar who had dealings with the Zhuge Clan of the Martial World has been eliminated.”

At the words of a masked man clearly dressed as a military officer, a man dressed as a merchant nodded.

“Well done. Now is the time to use the lever called the Martial World to consolidate the power of the authorities.”

“Then after striking Wudang, where next?”

“I believe the Zhuge Clan is the closest.”

At the merchant’s words, a scholar seated far away stepped forward.

“Let us postpone them for a while. If the Prime Minister intervenes, matters will become complicated. We must preserve his dignity as well.”

At that, those present nodded.

In the end, after Wudang, the next target was decided to be Shaolin.

Simply because Henan, where Shaolin was located, was close to Hubei, where Wudang stood.

On the day the Association made its decision, a serious discussion was also taking place within the Bright Cult.

After grasping all the information, the method proposed by the Strategist was quite radical.

“The Martial World overturns the authorities instead?”

At the Cult Leader’s question, the Strategist answered.

“Otherwise, the conflict will drag on endlessly. And in such a fight, the Martial World is bound to lose.”

Because it was a fight against a nation. No matter what, an organization could not defeat a country.

“But to overturn the nation…”

At the Cult Leader’s hesitation, the Strategist continued.

“I am not saying we defeat all Government Army forces and destroy the nation.”

“Then?”

“We break through their resistance and eliminate the pinnacle of the authorities.”

“The pinnacle of the authorities?”

“The Emperor.”

At that answer, the Cult Leader tilted his head.

“You said the Emperor holds no real power—so why?”

“Because he is the symbol at the top. Once the Emperor disappears, the authorities will be unable to unite even if they wish to. Their center will be gone.”

“Then their current movements will stop?”

“They will have no choice but to stop. To select a new Emperor, factions will scramble to gather power for themselves.”

“To place an Emperor favorable to themselves.”

“Exactly.”

At that, the Cult Leader’s gaze turned toward the Lord of the Institute of Reason.

“What do you think?”

“Given the flow of information, the Strategist’s judgment seems correct. Achieving the strongest result with the least amount of force—targeting the Emperor fits that perfectly.”

Though he said “least force,” it referred not to the power used, but to the scale of forces required.

To oppose the entire Government Army, the Martial World would need to unite completely—Orthodox, Unorthodox, and Demonic alike.

And that was far from easy.

There would always be those who hesitated until the fire reached their feet.

Thus, before things escalated to the worst-case scenario, this was the fastest solution.

And everyone, including the Cult Leader, understood his meaning.

Naturally, all eyes turned to Yul Han.

The lightest force—yet the most powerful card—was, without question, the universally acknowledged number one under heaven, Yul Han.

Under those gathered gazes, Yul Han spoke.

“If Senior Brother decides, I will move.”

Early dawn.

Mount Wudang was shrouded in mist.

Around it, movements busily unfolded. The Government Army that had been stationed at Munhyeon moved under cover of night and surrounded the foothills of Mount Wudang.

As the sun rose and the mist lifted, the Wudang Sect realized they had been encircled, and a heavy atmosphere settled over them.

From retired members to young disciples who had barely begun training, all stepped forward to prepare for defense.

Because everyone knew this battle would decide their fate.

Whether due to fear of the Government Army’s might or complacency that this could be avoided, not a single sect stepped forward to aid Wudang.

The pressure of facing the massive Government Army alone weighed heavily upon the disciples.

Even as the sun reached its peak, the Government Army did not move.

Both sides were locked in heated debate.

“Minimizing casualties must come first. We should use fire attack and burn the entire mountain along with the enemy.”

At one general’s words, several officers nodded.

But another general stepped forward.

“We mobilized a hundred thousand troops, and you suggest fire attack? We came to imprint the terror of the authorities upon the Martial World. We must crush them with force!”

Many officers agreed with him as well.

As the command debated between fire attack and a direct suppression battle, Wudang was no less chaotic.

“Now is the moment. While they are this close, we must strike their leadership!”

“They will be prepared for that. If we recklessly deploy our masters and lose them, the rest of the battle will become even harder. We must wait.”

Both sides had sharp arguments, each with its own justification.

Even the Elders were divided, repeating their claims—yet the Sect Master remained silent, making no decision.

Finding it strange, the True Martial Hall Master followed him after he stepped away from the meeting.

“Sect Master.”

“Ah, True Martial Hall Master. What is it?”

“Do you have concerns?”

“With matters as they are, how could I not?”

Realizing his foolish question, the True Martial Hall Master spoke again.

“I misspoke. Not about the Government Army—something else is troubling you, is it not?”

“Why do you think so?”

“You seemed distracted throughout the meeting.”

At that, the Sect Master gave a bitter smile.

“Was it that obvious? It seems one cannot hide one’s heart.”

“You are worried.”

“Rather than worry… it is waiting.”

“Waiting?”

“Shall we walk for a moment?”

“Ah, yes.”

As they walked slowly through the grounds, the Sect Master spoke.

“Late last night, I had a visitor.”

“A visitor?”

“Yes.”

Unlike the calm reply, the True Martial Hall Master had heard nothing of any outsider entering Wudang.

Security was his responsibility.

That meant an outsider had come and met the Sect Master without his knowledge.

“Was the visitor someone from within?”

“We do not call Wudang people ‘visitors.’”

At that, it became clear.

An outsider had come.

Realizing what that implied, the True Martial Hall Master’s expression hardened.

“I apologize.”

It was an apology for allowing such a thing to happen during such a dangerous time.

But the Sect Master shook his head.

“No one could have stopped him. It was neither your fault nor the disciples’.”

At those words, a figure surfaced in the True Martial Hall Master’s mind, and his eyes widened.

“Could it be…?”

At his shocked question, the Sect Master gave a bitter smile.

“Yes. That’s right. He came—the Vice Cult Leader.”

“Why would he?”

“To say he would try to stop the Government Army, and that we should endure with the least possible losses.”

“He said he would stop the Government Army?”

“Yes. Someone of his standing would not come all the way here to speak empty words. I was pondering what method he might use.”

At that, the True Martial Hall Master carefully said,

“Could it be decapitation—assassinating the command of the Government Army?”

It was something Wudang itself had been considering.

But the Sect Master shook his head.

“That does not seem to be it.”

“Then how does he intend to stop them?”

“From what I have been thinking… it may be the head—but a little higher up.”

“A little higher… then—!”

The True Martial Hall Master’s eyes widened in shock.

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