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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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The Anhui Bloodbath.
That was what they called the battle between the Murim Alliance and the Black Heaven Cult that took place in Anhui five years ago.
The result of that bloody conflict, which claimed countless lives, was the end of the Murim.
The various sects and clans that had held power through their martial arts prowess had all but vanished.
The Heavenly Demon, the victor of the Anhui Bloodbath, had achieved her goal.
The world was no longer ruled by martial artists.
The common people, whose lives had been influenced by the whims of the Murim, now fell under the jurisdiction of the government.
Of course, there were those who attempted to revive the Murim.
But each time, the Heavenly Demon would descend upon them, burning their fledgling sects to the ground.
And so, five years had passed.
The Heavenly Demon gazed at the bright moon with a cup of wine in her hand.
“Shall I bring you some snacks?”
Shadow Demon had just returned from patrolling the land, searching for any signs of Murim resurgence.
“Join me.”
The Heavenly Demon gestured to the spread of refreshments she had already prepared.
“Yes.”
Shadow Demon sat beside her and accepted the cup of wine offered to her.
The Heavenly Demon took a sip of the cool wine but her eyes were still on the moon.
“So, anything to report?”
“No. The suspicious group in Sichuan turned out to be a militia protecting the villagers from bandits.”
“I see. Any rumors?”
“There have been rumors of a ‘Devouring Ghoul.’”
“Devouring Ghoul?”
The Heavenly Demon repeated the name, nibbling on a pastry.
“Yes. They say it hunts down bandits and thugs, and their bodies disappear without a trace. Hence the name, Devouring Ghoul.”
“It’s not a Blood Demon, is it?”
“No, it’s different. It simply makes the bodies disappear, which is why it earned that name.”
“Hmm… this world is full of strange things. Did you learn anything about the Devouring Ghoul’s identity?”
“Not yet. But there is something curious.”
Shadow Demon handed her a small piece of paper.
The Heavenly Demon held it up to the moonlight.
A list of locations was written on it.
“These places seem familiar.”
“Yes. Anhui, Sichuan, Henan.”
“Anhui is where we fought five years ago. Sichuan is where I first met In-ho. And Henan…”
“Is where the old Black Heaven Cult was located.”
Shadow Demon finished her thought.
“Someone is following our trail… or rather, In-ho’s trail.”
“Yes, but I don’t understand why. I’ll investigate further.”
“No, there’s no need for that.”
The Heavenly Demon nodded towards a figure standing outside the bamboo gate.
Shadow Demon, finally noticing the newcomer, drew her weapons.
“They don’t seem hostile. State your business.”
“You knew I was coming.”
A soft, feminine voice came from beyond the gate.
“I’ve known for an hour.”
The Heavenly Demon poured herself another cup of wine.
“So, what do you want to know? No, before that, tell me why you’re searching for my disciple. You have no connection to him.”
“What if I do have a connection?”
The gate creaked open, and the uninvited guest stepped inside.
The faint moonlight revealed a figure that didn’t quite match the name “Devouring Ghoul.”
Elegant.
The Heavenly Demon thought, admiring her elegant appearance.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is…”
The Devouring Ghoul stated her name, and the Heavenly Demon’s eyes widened.
She poured herself another cup of wine and raised it to the moon as if in a toast.
Clink!
After drinking another sip, Heavenly Demon set the cup down and spoke.
“I’ve heard that name before.”
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[T/N: lets fucking gooooo]
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