Chapter 614

**Chapter 614. The Lazy One Faces Off (4)**

“It smells unpleasant,” Smile Demon frowned.

The dust accumulated on the ancient texts emitted an aroma that irritated his nose.

“The Scripture Pavilion…” his smile widened.

Shaolin’s Scripture Pavilion, also known as the Sutra Hall or Pavilion, was not merely a place where Shaolin’s secret manuals were stored.

There is a saying: *”All the kungfu in the world comes from Shaolin”*. It means that all martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin.

This phrase demonstrates that Shaolin is the root of martial arts in the Central Plains. And the Scripture Pavilion, where all this knowledge is kept, is a sacred place in the martial world.

Now, in the most sacred place in the martial world, the leader of the Demon Cult, the person they least wanted to see here, had entered.

*’How amusing.’*

Trampling on the Scripture Pavilion gave him vulgar pleasure. Smile Demon inhaled deeply.

“In the past, when we so desired to burn this place, we couldn’t even get close. And now we enter so easily.”

It was ironic.

During the past war, they had made great efforts to crush Shaolin. But that goal was never achieved, even when the war ended.

Achieving it now so easily left him with a feeling of emptiness.

“There’s nothing special here.”

“What did you expect? For the books to fly out?” War Demon scoffed.

Smile Demon’s smile widened further.

“I’m already quite irritated. You better not provoke me.”

“Humph!” War Demon snorted, but did not continue provoking Smile Demon.

*’This is really annoying.’*

He also felt something strange. From the moment they entered here, there was an uncomfortable sensation.

It wasn’t just the pressure of being in the Scripture Pavilion. War Demon wasn’t the type of person to be intimidated by that.

This discomfort was more like…

*’As if something is repelling me.’*

Could it be because of the energy that permeated the entire Pavilion?

For a while now, he couldn’t shake off the discomfort. If he didn’t have a purpose here, War Demon would have left immediately without looking back.

“Hmm…”

“You seem uncomfortable,” Wei Sanho said coldly.

“It’s understandable. This place is saturated with the energy of *”death destruction”*. For scum like you, it’s a place you shouldn’t dare to approach.”

“Oh?” War Demon looked at Wei Sanho.

“Energy of death destruction… What an interesting phrase. So, you can also emit that energy, Wei Sanho, the “Demon-Expelling Sword”?”

Upon hearing “Demon-Expelling Sword”, Wei Sanho’s eyebrows twitched.

*Cheokma*: literally, “Demon-Expelling”. It was a mockery towards someone who, despite bearing that title, now moved alongside the leaders of the Demon Cult.

“Ah…” Wei Sanho took a deep breath.

“Actually, I’m the one being ridiculed.”

Seeing Wei Sanho admit it without resistance, War Demon waved his hand dismissively.

“Let’s not waste time. Let’s do what we came to do and return.”

“Hum.”

War Demon extended his hand. A dark energy began to emanate from his palm, rapidly expanding until it filled the entire Scripture Pavilion.

“Hmm, it’s repelling me.”

It was strange.

Even though they were just lifeless books, a faint golden glow emanated from them, repelling War Demon’s demonic energy.

“Are they *sacred artifacts*?” War Demon bared his teeth.

He didn’t like that simple books could repel his energy.

*’Destroy them all…’*

At that moment.

Paaang!

A sharp sound echoed, followed by a large hole in the wall. The books went flying backward. All the texts in the Pavilion were expelled in an instant.

Seeing the now empty Pavilion, War Demon turned his head.

*Shlik.*

Wei Sanho was sheathing his sword.

“Now it will be easier, won’t it?”

“… “War Demon frowned slightly.

*’What an irritating guy.’*

He had planned to tear apart and burn all the books, but Wei Sanho had thrown them out, complicating his plan.

He could collect them and burn them, but it would be an unnecessary effort.

“Don’t expect me to tolerate your arrogance forever.”

“I hope so. You already know, don’t you?”

“Humph!” War Demon looked away.

There was no point in arguing. If Wei Sanho had truly joined the Demon Cult, War Demon would have already broken all his bones and thrown him into a blood pit.

Being insolent to a superior is also a crime.

*’Demonic Blood…’*

But even in the Demon Cult, *Demonic Blood* was special.

“Wei Sanho.”

“… ”

“Wei Sanho.”

“My ears work. You don’t need to call me so many times.”

War Demon narrowed his eyes.

“You better clarify your position. There are limits to how much we can tolerate you out of respect for the Great Demon King.”

“What nonsense are you saying.”

“What?”

“When have you left me alone out of respect for him? It’s not like that. You’re just afraid of dying and bowing your heads.”

“…You bastard!” War Demon trembled with rage.

It was the most serious insult possible.

“Don’t act like you revere him. You’re just puppets being used.”

“You…!”

No one in the world could talk like that.

Who was the Great Demon King?

Although he was now dead, he was the one who once led the Demon Cult. Who would dare to insult him like that? Not even the dogs of the Righteous Martial Alliance dared to go that far.

Moreover, Wei Sanho was his son.

How could he insult his own father in that way?

“Wretch.”

“How bad it feels to hear that from demons.”

“…How someone like you could be born from him.”

“I don’t know that either,” Wei Sanho smiled slightly, causing War Demon to twist his face.

“Enough already. After all, we despise each other. There’s no point in continuing to talk.”

War Demon sneered.

“But don’t put me on your level. I don’t want to be equated with someone who already has his days numbered.”

Wei Sanho did not respond.

War Demon looked away and released his demonic energy again.

It was being repelled.

Even though all the books had been removed, his energy was still being rejected.

“There it is.”

War Demon retrieved his energy and walked towards a place.

The ground.

Where a huge bookshelf had previously stood. An unknown energy emanated from the ground.

“If you want to hide a tree, hide it in a forest. If you want to hide a sacred artifact, hide it among other sacred artifacts”… What an unexpected method.

The Scripture Pavilion was a place of utmost importance.

It was the origin of Shaolin, the origin of the entire martial world. How could it not be important? There was no other place more crucial in the entire world.

Both practically and symbolically.

But War Demon had no interest in such nonsense. To him, Shaolin’s martial arts were nothing more than useless books that he couldn’t and didn’t need to learn.

His target was not the secret manuals.

“Hum.”

War Demon knelt carefully and began digging in the ground with both hands. His movements were incredibly delicate for someone who wanted to burn the Pavilion.

After a while, his fingers touched something.

“Ugh!” A burning pain ran through his fingers.

Grimacing, he ignored the pain and continued digging.

Finally, a small wooden chest was uncovered.

War Demon took it carefully.

“Mmm…” Red veins appeared on his hands. The pain, as if burning his palms, made him tremble.

“A simple object…”

“It’s not just any object,” Wei Sanho took the chest without showing pain.

“Among all the sacred artifacts, there is none more important than this.”

“…I suppose not.”

Although War Demon and Smile Demon wanted to contradict everything Wei Sanho said, this time they couldn’t deny it. It was, literally, the most important sacred artifact in the world.

Perhaps even more valuable than the entire Scripture Pavilion. That was why Shaolin had buried it here, under its most precious treasure.

“Not even Shaolin knew about it. How ridiculous.”

“The most important thing often goes unnoticed. To keep it secret, the number of people who know about it is reduced, until it is finally forgotten.”

“Stupid fools,” War Demon clicked his tongue.

Wei Sanho opened the chest. As he did so, a golden glow burst forth.

“Ugh!” War Demon and Smile Demon stepped back.

It wasn’t unbearable, but the pain upon receiving that light was intense.

“Damn… Or should I say ‘as expected’?”

Although his eyes hurt, War Demon kept them wide open. Not everyone could see that object. It was his chance.

Inside the chest was a small stone.

The size of a fingernail.

It wasn’t beautiful like a gem, nor smooth. Just an ordinary stone fragment. But anyone who knew its true nature would never call it “ordinary”.

“The Bodhidharma’s true body relic…” War Demon licked his lips.

Although Buddhism had many sacred artifacts and treasures, none were more important than this relic. Buddhists did not worship worldly objects, but this relic of Bodhidharma, the founder of Buddhism in the Central Plains and of Shaolin, was exceptional.

“Well kept.”

“Because it’s important.”

“And since it’s important, we’ll use it well.”

*Tak.*

The chest closed, and Wei Sanho stored it in his clothes.

“Mission accomplished. I don’t know how the others are doing.”

“Why don’t you check?”

“There’s no one more unpredictable than you guys.”

“Hum.”

Wei Sanho walked forward.

War Demon and Smile Demon watched him before following.

They wanted to make fun of him, but at this moment, they couldn’t.

*’How cruel.’*

If they thought about how that artifact would be used, seeing Wei Sanho take the relic was a tragedy. But he himself had chosen this role. That was why the leaders of the Cult tolerated his insolence.

*’Stupid fools of the Central Plains.’*

They would never understand. Why the Bishops had come, why the Demon Cult was acting this way.

But they would soon know.

That what they would face was not the Demon Cult they knew.

But a God who would destroy the world and establish a new order.

Upon leaving the Pavilion, War Demon saw the monks and students still trembling with fear.

“Don’t worry.”

He wouldn’t kill them.

They would all die soon. Until then, it wouldn’t be bad for them to suffer hell on earth.

War Demon smiled and followed Wei Sanho.