The Archangel of Death - Chapter 307

307: Gyeongsang 307: Gyeongsang Chapter 307 “Everyone is looking at us.” Asmara noticed, her vigilance on another level.

Out of everyone here, she was the one keeping the lookout the most.

Not from the trouble but the people.

Who looked at us how and what sort of expression they had when they saw us.

[You’re a pretty unique group, after all] We actually were.

I had to give the women the robes so they could hide their extremely beautiful bodies.

Least to say, the most trouble we attracted was because of them.

Even those who were just minding their own business and growing crops dropped everything and tried to sell them because selling even one of them would last them for generations to come.

But then it was pretty obvious with only them covered and not us so I had to purchase for the rest as well.

Once we were under robes, we were pretty eye-catching, just in a different way.

It was true we were attracting attention and it would only get worse as we got closer to Henan.

Henan was a lawless territory and there, anyone could become curious about us and stop us on the way.

Of course, I could kill them easily as well but the cusp of it all was that we stood out.

As to where we were at the moment?

“What can I get you?” The innkeeper asked.

Yes, we were in an inn.

A random inn in the middle of nowhere on our way to Henan.

“Your finest meat,” I replied.

Yeah, I wasn’t eating the meat here and no one else was going to either.

I wouldn’t trust the world of Murim even with a sip of water.

Who knew what they might mix in my drink or food?

On the outside, Martial masters knew nothing but honor but honor was the last thing these guys knew.

The world of Isis should take lessons from these guys.

“And?” He asked, knowing it wasn’t food I was really here for.

“A wise man indeed.” I said with a smile before I added, “I’d appreciate it if you could point me in the direction of the Gyeongsang province.” Freeze.

The entire inn froze and turned to look at us.

Now many didn’t know it but the Gyeongsang province, a province closer to the Henan was a heavy mountain range, and beyond that province was the Heavenly Demon Sect.

A heavily religious organization that only believed in one thing.

And here I was, asking obvious directions to such a sect.

Of course, everyone was going to look at me.

But there was a reason I came here.

It was because this was often where the field agents of the sect often scouted potential candidates for the sect.

The sect wasn’t open to anyone and one had to prove themselves.

However, there was a catch as to why this method was not known to everyone.

The heavenly demon sect’s origins and its location were unknown to the world.

If anyone from the factions or the empire wanted to go to the sect, they would be guided through some channels that wouldn’t leave any chance for the revelation of their location.

It was impossible for an outsider to know where it was so when I asked for the mountain range that hid the heavenly demon sect, of course, everyone in here, who was practically a part of the sect would be shocked.

Now this was a chance.

I didn’t know of this setting so when I asked some other inns on way here, they acted as if I didn’t ask anything out of the ordinary.

However, the reaction of these guys said everything I needed to know.

“And why would you go to such barren mountains?” A feminine voice flowed in my ears.

I turned to look at the woman sitting in the corner of the inn, a veil around her face but her piercing black eyes said everything I needed to know.

She was powerful.

Not as powerful as me, but she was at least a peak realm martial artist.

She wasn’t overly strong, but she was strong enough to be known around the world.

If we had to compare her to the Isis power rank, then she would be around SS rank.

The power status of Murim went like this.

Third rate, around C rank.

Second rate, B rank.

First rate.

A rank.

Peak, depending on the cultivation level, from S to SS+, and after that came the transcendent realm.

If all conditions were fulfilled, such as talent, purity of Qi, how good the cultivation was, and how compatible one was with their own cultivation element, then one could easily be a guardian rank being in the transcendent realm.

Looking at the woman with a veil, I took off my hood and as my face was revealed, everyone in the room was confused.

They had never seen a young man who looked like me.

Not just because I was handsome, but also because my outlook didn’t resemble the people of Murim.

Here, a legend of the Murim came into use.

“I come from a land far, far away from here to the east.” When I said until this point, the brows of the woman scrunched, and without any change in my expression, I continued, “I’ve come here after hearing about the legends of a ruler.

A ruler of the Gyeongsang’s mountains.” “…” she remained silent and she remained silent for a good long while.

So much so that no one in the inn, even her own men, could figure out how this was going to pan out.

“Your accent doesn’t resemble that of a foreigner.” She said.

Had it been anyone else, they would have asked from where.

She, however, saw the crucial point.

How do I know this language?

Get ready for good storytelling.

“In my land, long, long ago, an outlander came.

He wasn’t dressed the same as us and he didn’t speak the same language as us.

However, using the power of mana that we had, we translated his language and he began to live with us.

After many, many years, when he made a name for himself, he left behind his treasures for the world.

Among those treasures was a book.

A diary of this land and its powers.

I came to know of the divine demon from there and also managed to decipher the language with the use of mana.” Short version of the story.

She looked at me as if I was the biggest bullsh*tter on the planet but she had no point to refute.

There was a great chance a cultivator could have crossed the immense sea.

There was a great chance everything I said was true.

After all, I knew of something no one did.

The location of the divine demon.

“What was the name of the man who came to your land?” She asked me.

I smiled and replied, “He never said what his name was.

Though he called himself by a title, we turned it into his name.” “His title was, Da Mo Cheonma.” If before, everyone froze out of shock that I knew of this great hidden sect, now everyone froze out of fear.

A name that only those in the Heavenly demon sect knew.

A name that spread fear past their bodies and invaded their souls.

The Great Heavenly Devil.

Sounded cringe but it wasn’t to the people of the sect.

Although it was too old of a name to be remembered by the other sects, the heavenly demon sect would always remember that name.

The great founder of the heavenly demon sect and the master of the first sect leader, and by default their grandmaster.

The devil of the beginning, often called.

There was no chance of doubting my origins anymore.

Although the real founder disappeared, he never traveled to foreign lands.

My story was entirely made up but it was like writing up a novel.

Lie, and lie but make it so real the listener can almost live the words.

My story held many elements of the truth such as the origin of the founder and how I knew the language or how I knew about the existence of the sect even when I was a foreigner when even the natives of this land didn’t know of the location so precisely.

“What have you come here for?” The woman asked.

“To repay my people for the kindness we showed him, he promised to let one of us be educated by the sect leader.

And also, because he left something behind for us to deliver to the sect leader if we were to ever travel to his land.

I, the youngest prince of my kingdom, an avid traveler have finally found this place so I intend to do both of the tasks at once.” I replied.

“…” She looked at me, for a while, no words left her mouth and once again, it looked like the scenario would be left uncertain when she said, and gently bowed, “We welcome the people sent by the great demon of the Cheonma sect.

We welcome the chance to fulfill the words of the great demon.

We welcome the foreigners.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Bad_Wolf_7811 Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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