Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Sound Clan (2)

Hang Soyu's Turmolous POV:

"Hundred of years of tradition will be lost if I comply to your demand!! Do you think I will willingly give up the Sound Clan!" shouted Hang Soyu with furiousness and released her aura though it was buried by Cheon Mujin's much grander aura.

"Traditions? Read clause 6, it states "The Emerald Serpent Clan shall honor the traditions and values of the Sound Clan, taking into consideration its rich history and contributions to the martial world." None of your traditions will be lost, consider that you will be just under new management, but instead of the Cheon Family, you're now under my Clan. " said Cheon Mujin with a smile while the dark glistening Sky Demon Sword remained on his hands with dangerous and demonic glee that made her bow in reverence reminding Hang Soyu that this man is the rightful one to the throne of the Cult's Lord.

Hang Soyu's head spun in dizziness. The man right here has all ways to take over her clan, maybe even destroy it and she could prevent that by willingly signing on the contract but her pride prevents her so.

Sound Clan is her pride. Her home. Her everything. If she were to give it up then everything that she stood up for will be gone into dust.

She can't just accept this at all. It's too much.

"Sigh…. Think! Think Hang Soyu! You will maintain your identity as the Sound Clan, you will be under my protection! You will have Cheon Ma's rightful heir to the throne as your Lord! What is there to worry about? Do you think that I care about your clan's tradition? No I don't give a fuck! I will destroy it all if you were to become my enemy! I will fucking kill each and everyone of your Clan Member and there will be no one to stop me because I hold the true Sky Demon Sword! I was chosen by Cheon Ma himself! Our God!" Outraged Cheon Mujin as he released more of his overwhelming aura directly at Hang Soyu.

"Do you really wish to take me as an enemy?" Asked him with a threatening gaze.

Then Hang Soyu slowly asked Cheon Mujin with a reluctant tone.

"What about the other five clans of the Six Clans?"

"Oh don't worry about them. I'll come for them next."

This monster! He's crazy!!

He's planning to take over the Six Clan. He's going to destroy the SkyDemon Order's long-standing tradition.

After calculating a thousand scenarios inside her head Hang Soyu concluded Cheon Mujin got the power to make the Six Clan under him.

It was inevitable. The Six Clan won't stand forever, there will come a time where a giant disaster will topple them over and that time is most likely now. There is no point in going against the flow of nature.

Hang Soyu conceded to Cheon Mujin's demand.

"I give up." Hang Soyu said. Then she pulled out a golden plaque and a seal from her sleeves and kneeled on the ground and held it with two hands.

"This is the Sound Clan's Identity. Our golden tablet. Today I pledge my clan to you, Oh Lord Mujin the 24th Lord of the Cult. And the second generation Cheon Ma." Pledged Hang Soyu as she handed over her Clan's golden tablet.

Hang Soyu called him the 24th Lord since Cheon Mujin is right now technically the Lord and there is no doubt that he won't become the Lord. He got the position completely secured. There would be no opposition since doing so would go against Cheon Ma's will.

Cheon Mujin received the golden tablet. Then he smeared ink on the seal and pressed it on the contract.

"Very good! With that the pact is sealed! Welcome to my side, Sound Clan!"

Exclaimed Cheon Mujin like he didn't just rip off the Sound Clan. He held out his hands for a handshake and Hang Soyu relactuntaly shaked it.

As Cheon Mujin was about to walk out, he gazed at Cheon Won Ryuh and whispered.

"See you tonight…" Turning his head back he walked away. He was escorted by Sound Clan's warriors out.

And with that Cheon Mujin gained control of Sound Clan.

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As the dust settled after Cheon Mujin's departure, Hang Soyu couldn't help but feel a mix of bitterness and resignation. The Sound Clan, once a bastion of independence, was now intricately woven into the web of the Emerald Serpent Clan's influence.

In her mind, she replayed the negotiations, recognizing the deliberate orchestration of power that had left her with no other choice. But despite the graveness of the situation, she remained determined to salvage what she could of her clan's legacy.

Cheon Won Ryuh, still shaken by the events, approached her grandmother cautiously.

"Grandmother, how could you submit to his demands? We could have fought back, resisted!"

Hang Soyu let out a weary sigh and motioned for her granddaughter to sit beside her. "Won Ryuh, you have yet to understand the extent of Cheon Mujin's power. He isn't just any ordinary martial artist anymore. His influence stretches far beyond what you can imagine. He had the martial arts prowess and the most financially powerful Clan in the Cult, he is now at the level far greater than the Six Clan. He holds the Sky Demon Sword the ancient secrets of our Cult, and going against him would have led to the annihilation of our entire clan."

The weight of her grandmother's words sank in, leaving Won Ryuh feeling a mixture of fear and trepidation. She had always known that Cheon Mujin was a force to be reckoned with, but seeing the raw display of his power firsthand left her with an unsettling feeling of vulnerability.

Meanwhile, as Cheon Mujin made his way back to the Emerald Serpent Clan, he contemplated the seamless execution of his plan. With the Sound Clan now under his control, he had solidified his dominance within the Six Clans.

However, he knew that maintaining such power required constant vigilance and strategic maneuvering.

Once back in his own manor, he retired to his private chamber, the weight of the day's events still lingering in his mind. Sitting at his desk, he unfolded a map of the martial world, tracing the intricate connections between the various sects and clans.

His eyes settled on the territories of the other five clans, a calculating gleam lighting up his gaze.

"Now, to ensure the complete consolidation of power," he murmured softly to himself. With precise strokes of his brush, he began to draft a series of carefully worded letters, each one tailored to exploit the weaknesses and rivalries between the other clans. He meticulously crafted a web of political intrigue and manipulation, laying the groundwork for his next move.

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