Chronicles of the Demonic Cult Conversion Chapter 111
“What kind of blood do you mean?”
The reason Jin Cheon asked that was because he seemed to have vaguely heard that the foreign tribes and barbarians of the frontier drank the blood of animals like deer or sheep.
“Human… human blood…?”
“Are you talking about human blood?”
“Yes….”
“No, why human blood….”
Of course, among the most evil of demonic arts, there were some that required the vital blood of young boys and girls.
Of course, the Iron-Blooded Demonic God had strictly forbidden the learning of such evil demonic arts, so it was no exaggeration to say that there were currently no one in the Cult who had learned a martial art that required human blood.
Though there would be quite a few among the Demonic Devil Cult, the followers of the first Heavenly Demon, Dokgo Seong.
“Don’t ask why… just get me some human blood…”
In the meantime.
“Surround them!”
“They are dangerous! No capturing them alive! Kill them if you can!”
The Righteous Heavenly Alliance martial artists and a few of the Diancang Sect’s Light-Splitting Swordsmen who had caught up rushed at Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin.
‘The likes of you are no match for me.’
Jin Cheon swung his sword at the charging enemies.
The Heavenly Demon Sword Art, clad in the powerful qi of the Extinction Kalpa Flame Seal, slaughtered the enemies who had recklessly charged in.
“R-retreat!”
“Keep your distance! Don’t charge in recklessly!”
The enemies came to their senses only after a few of their comrades had died and quickly retreated from Jin Cheon.
Realizing they couldn't do anything to Jin Cheon on their own, they changed their direction to maintaining the encirclement.
“Quickly… anyone… bring them here…”
“Yes?”
“Anyone… quickly….”
“Understood.”
Jin Cheon dragged a fallen Righteous Heavenly Alliance martial artist and brought him to the Blood Qilin.
“Kugh!”
His right arm, which held the sword, had been cut off by Jin Cheon, but it didn't seem necessary to stop the bleeding through acupoint sealing.
The heat of the Extinction Kalpa Flame Seal had cauterized the severed surface of the arm, stopping the bleeding on its own.
“Wh-what are you trying to do! Kugh!”
“How should I know?”
“……?”
“I don’t know either, so experience it and let me know.”
Jin Cheon threw the Righteous Heavenly Alliance martial artist to the Blood Qilin.
‘What on earth are you trying to…’
Jin Cheon's expression, watching the Blood Qilin, froze over like frost.
Kwajik!
The Blood Qilin bit into the Righteous Heavenly Alliance martial artist’s neck and began to greedily suck his blood.
“Keok, keoheok!”
The Righteous Heavenly Alliance martial artist trembled as if he were a paralyzed beast, unable to resist.
All he could do was have his blood sucked.
“Wh-what is this….”
Jin Cheon was startled.
It was the first time he had seen someone sucking blood from a living person.
No, it would be the same for anyone.
Was a person biting another person’s neck and drinking their blood a common sight?
It was to the point that even Jin Cheon, who had extensive knowledge of various demonic arts, had never heard of a demonic art that involved drinking human blood.
“Th-that! What are you doing!”
“You evil bastards! How can you drink the blood of a living person! You devil-like bastards! Just kill him instead!”
“You sons of bitches!”
The Righteous Heavenly Alliance martial artists and the Diancang Sect’s Light-Splitting Swordsmen, who were at a distance, hurled all sorts of insults and accusations at Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin.
‘We have no excuse even if we’re being cursed at.’
Jin Cheon fully understood the enemies’ accusations and insults.
They too must have never seen such a heaven-enraging sight in their entire lives…
Whether they did or not, the Blood Qilin only greedily craved the victim’s blood, as if he were intoxicated on an aphrodisiac.
* * *
After a little while.
The Blood Qilin shot up and wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve.
“Now I feel alive. Phew.”
“Just now… what did you do?”
“You saw it and you don’t know? What I did?”
The Blood Qilin grinned and asked back.
“No, I saw it, but…”
“I need to drink human blood periodically.”
“Yes…?”
“Ah, just in case you misunderstand, I’m telling you this, it’s not because of my martial arts. It’s because of a curse that has been passed down through my family… that is, the direct bloodline of the Sacred Blood Clan. I have to drink human blood at least once every two days, but I haven't had a single sip while on the boat. Surviving on animal blood or sleeping it off only works for a day or two.”
“……”
Jin Cheon couldn't understand a word the Blood Qilin was saying.
However, he felt he could understand that the direct bloodline of the Sacred Blood Clan, including the Blood Qilin, were by no means ordinary people.
Well, didn’t all the members of the Sacred Blood Clan have blond hair and red eyes, and exude a dangerous and alien atmosphere?
“So is that why you tried to bite my neck before? To suck my blood?”
Jin Cheon said, recalling the time the Blood Qilin had pretended to be dead and tried to bite his neck.
“That was a joke. Anyway, it’s not a sight I wanted to show, but it can’t be helped. I lost too much blood because that old geezer stabbed me here.”
The Blood Qilin said, tapping his chest.
“If I had just drunk enough blood and fought, I could have torn that old geezer to shreds.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
The Blood Qilin nodded.
“The more blood I drink, the stronger I get. To put it metaphorically, I was fighting on an empty stomach for several days back then. How can you fight well when you’re hungry?”
“……”
Jin Cheon was at a loss for words at the Blood Qilin’s beyond-imagination remarks.
But that was also brief.
“Now that you’re feeling better, let’s go quickly. The bastards are still flocking. I’ll hear the details later.”
“Yeah, well. We are a bit busy right now.”
The Blood Qilin also seemed to actively agree with Jin Cheon’s opinion and immediately leaped away.
He could feel too many presences in the surrounding area.
If things continued like this, they could be faced with the worst-case scenario of being surrounded by hundreds of people, so it was right to run first.
“I saved his life, and he runs away alone again. He has no sense of loyalty at all.”
Jin Cheon closed his eyes once as he watched the Blood Qilin’s retreating back, then leaped in that direction.
“There are enemies everywhere.”
“I know.”
“Let’s go to the Yangtze River. That would be better.”
“That’s a good idea. Since we can run on water.”
“Exactly.”
Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin exchanged opinions while running side by side.
It was a decision made because it seemed impossible to break through the encirclement by land.
Having reached an agreement, Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin immediately ran towards the north, where the Yangtze River was.
However, shaking off the pursuing enemies was by no means an easy task.
“……!”
Jin Cheon suddenly sensed something falling on his head and looked up at the sky.
Swaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
It was not arrows, but sword qi.
Dozens of sword qi were pouring down like arrows, like rain.
‘Sun-Piercing Sword Art!’
Jin Cheon recognized the identity of the pouring sword qi at once.
It was no exaggeration to say that the only martial art that could shoot sword qi like arrows was the Diancang Sect’s Sun-Piercing Sword Art.
“Senior brother!”
“I’ll dodge it on my own!”
Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin dodged the sword qi that was pouring down like rain.
But among them was the real thing.
Swisssssssssk!
A single streak of sword qi, no, a sword powerful qi that flew from somewhere, accurately pierced Jin Cheon’s back.
It was a fatal blow and a decisive strike that even Jin Cheon had not expected, hidden within the rain of pouring sword qi.
However, even that could not harm Jin Cheon.
“Ugh!”
Jin Cheon frowned at the impact that hit his back.
And that was all.
The fiercely flying sword powerful qi failed to pierce Jin Cheon’s back and simply vanished.
The secret was thanks to the clothes Jin Cheon was wearing.
Swooooosh!
As the Nine-headed Dragon Robe emitted light on its own, the nine dragons embroidered on it wriggled as if they were truly alive.
The defensive power of the Nine-headed Dragon Robe, the greatest Dharma treasure under heaven, was truly immense, so it was possible to easily defend against even a sword powerful qi that flew at a frightening speed.
“What are the Light-Splitting Swordsmen doing! Shoot! Never let the demons escape alive!”
“Yes!”
The voices of Jeok Song-ja and the Light-Splitting Swordsmen echoed from afar.
It turned out that Jeok Song-ja was the one who had tried to pierce Jin Cheon’s back with a sword powerful qi.
It seemed he had managed to save his life thanks to the timely appearance of the Light-Splitting Swordsmen’s sword screen.
‘I should have ended the fight sooner.’
Jin Cheon regretted not having dealt with Jeok Song-ja himself from the beginning and pulled the Blood Qilin along.
“We have to go!”
“I know!”
Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin ran again, fleeing from the pursuing enemies.
* * *
Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin spent another full day in a chase, shaking off, pushing away, and sometimes fighting the enemies.
The pursuit of the enemies, centered on the Diancang Sect, the Righteous Heavenly Alliance, and the government forces, was truly relentless.
A break?
They couldn't rest for even a single hour.
Except for catching their breath very occasionally, it was no exaggeration to say that they ran like mad for the entire twenty-four hours a day.
The problem was that the longer that time went on, the more the number of enemies increased, and the quality of the masters became higher.
Later, even the elders of the Diancang Sect appeared and chased them, so there were more than one or two times when it was really dangerous.
But even that fierce chase began to see its end.
“Senior brother! Over there! Pant, pant! Pant, pant, pant!”
“Y-yes! Pant, pant!”
Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin ran towards the distant Yangtze River with all their might.
Their plan was to somehow get to the water's edge and use their movement arts to cross the river on their own.
However…
“Hmm.”
Jin Cheon's face hardened.
“What’s wrong? Pant, pant! Pant, pant, pant!”
“It seems we’ve walked right into the tiger’s mouth.”
“S-so we have.”
When Jin Cheon pointed to the riverbank, the Blood Qilin broke out in a cold sweat.
Now that they were here, they saw that the river was by no means a way out.
Rather, it was close to a land of death.
The masters of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance and the elders of the Diancang Sect were deployed along the riverbank.
Their numbers seemed to be around two hundred.
“Wh-what should we do?”
“What do you mean, what should we do? We have to fight and hold on.”
“Without running away?”
“We have to have a place to run to, to run away.”
As soon as Jin Cheon said that, enemies began to appear one by one from all over.
“Are we going to die here?”
“We just have to hold on for a little while.”
“Hmm?”
“Our allies are coming.”
Jin Cheon pointed to a distant point where the river bent.
“How do you know that?”
“I just know.”
“Can you guarantee it?”
“Yes.”
The reason Jin Cheon spoke with such confidence was thanks to the physical characteristics of the Heavenly Demon’s Physique, which was second to none in detecting demonic qi.
Jin Cheon’s demonic qi detection ability was no exaggeration to say that it was at a level of looking down from the sky, beyond simply feeling presences.
In particular, if a large number of people with demonic qi were gathered, it was possible to detect them from an even greater distance.
“The reason I headed in this direction in the first place was because it was the direction our allies were in.”
“I can trust that, right?”
“It's a ten-tenths certainty, so you can trust me.”
“What if they don’t come? Then we’re ruined. We’ll be goose eggs.”
“They have no choice but to come.”
“Did you send a carrier pigeon or something?”
“Have you seen me with a carrier pigeon?”
“No.”
“Then how can I send a carrier pigeon I don’t have? You know that perfectly well.”
“Then how are you going to call our allies without a carrier pigeon?”
“You just have to call them earnestly with your heart.”
“What kind of bullshit is that?”
The Blood Qilin couldn't understand the meaning of Jin Cheon’s words at all.
How could he call allies from far away without a carrier pigeon?
However, the Blood Qilin could no longer continue the conversation with Jin Cheon.
“You’ve managed to run this far.”
Jeok Song-ja appeared with the Light-Splitting Swordsmen and spoke nonchalantly.
“But your running like a rat ends here.”
Was it just Jeok Song-ja and the Light-Splitting Swordsmen?
Martial artists from the Righteous Heavenly Alliance and government soldiers also appeared and began to surround Jin Cheon and the Blood Qilin one by one.