Mercenary Harem in Murim Novel

After the incident in the Death Valley, Leo and his group returned to the base.

In the meantime, a group also gathered in the shadow of the Murim. Two rows of men and women sat cross-legged, their eyes closed and their mouths moving silently. There were 5 of them in the room, but there was one empty spot.

Between the sitting men and women, an old and simple wooden chair stood. No one sat there, but as the wind blew, everyone suddenly bowed at it, their eyes filled with respect and admiration.

"So..." A large guy with a bald head stood and spoke, his voice loud and clear. "Feet has gone alongside his research and ritual progress. What the fuck are we going to do now? That damn idiot made our progress restart from 0. We can't revive our Master without his feet."

"Shut up, Baldy. Even if you had interfered, Foot would have gone away."

A beautiful woman with black hair and pale skin frowned and looked at the bald man. Her expression was calm and cold, and her voice was like a winter wind, sharp and deadly.

"Hah?! If I interfered, that guy would still be alive. As disgusting as he was, he was still better than you, Hands. Your ritual hasn't even progressed a little bit. Compared to the others, you're severely lacking."

"Torso, it seems you're confident. I have never heard of your ritual advancing either. Eyes, Heart, and Head have made a lot of progress. And what about you? The only thing you've accomplished is being a living storage for our Master's Qi."

"You-!"

The atmosphere turned tense as the bald man called Torso and the woman called Hands stared at each other. Their Qi, thick with a murky and vicious feeling, started to leak out.

Clap!

"Now, now, that's enough." A cheerful voice rang after a clap, stopping the two from starting a fight.

A young boy, no older than 13, looked at them from his sitting position. His eyes were red, and his body was covered in a black robe. However, his smile was bright and innocent, and his voice was filled with childish wonder.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Hands and Torso, both of you are important for our cause. No need to fight. You are connected to each other directly and indirectly. We have no time to waste fighting each other. There are people who are watching us, and we cannot afford to fail."

The boy's words were reasonable, and his voice was soft and gentle. However, if one looked closely, they could see the darkness and madness swirling in his eyes. Out of everyone here, he seemed to be the most dangerous.

And the baldy and woman knew that. They immediately retracted their Qi and returned to their position.

"I apologize, Heart." Torso muttered, his expression a mix of fear and respect.

"It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes."

The boy known as Heart nodded his head and waved his hand. He looked at the rest of the group, his gaze sharp and his lips curled into a smile.

"Now, we shall talk about the last part of the ritual. It seems that the 'War' hasn't gone well. What an unexpected twist. Wandering Sword Saint on the Mercenary Union side. And their Leader... I've heard he has reached 9 Stars? That's so fast."

Heart sighed and shook his head, his eyes filled with pity and scorn.

"It doesn't matter. We shall proceed with the next phase. I am sure that our Master's spirit is watching us and will guide us to victory. Murim Alliance's Leader is still restless and angry that his daughter, his prized possession, was stolen away. Head, what's the progress?"

"Mental corruption is almost complete."

A woman with a calm demeanor and a sharp gaze replied. She was sitting in the farthest corner, and her Qi was cold and lifeless. She seemed to belong more in a morgue than a dark ritual.

"They will plan to launch another large scale attack. This time, with all their strength instead of underestimating their enemies. However..."

"Yes, Head?"

"Some of the Sects refused to participate even when Xue Wang promised a large sum of gold and rare treasure. They said that this battle was not theirs and they didn't want to get involved. They preferred to stay neutral."

"Hmm. Interesting."

Heart didn't seem bothered by this and nodded his head, his expression calm and relaxed. He turned his attention to the bald man, who was frowning.

"Torso, are you still having problems with the sacrifice? We don't have much time. You need to bring more or we won't be able to summon our Master. Remember, our time isn't infinite. We only have a year before the seal is broken."

"Yes, Heart." Torso bowed his head, his expression serious. "I'll send my men to capture more slaves. It shouldn't be a problem. There are barbarians and bandits in the wild who prey on innocents. They will be perfect."

"That's a good idea. You focus on those while Eyes, Heart, and Hands focus on the ritual. Head will focus on mental manipulation and gathering information. Don't forget to use the spy we put in each Sects. Make sure they're not discovered."

"Understood."

Everyone nodded their heads, their expressions determined and their hearts set on their goal. They knew that their Master was waiting for them, and they would do anything to bring him back.

"Also, as long as I have the first beat, Master will definitely return. So do your best to help me form my real part. It's just a little bit more, and I can bring him back. Remember that, everyone."

Heart looked at them, his gaze fierce and his voice filled with authority.

The darkness in his eyes seemed to expand, covering the whole room. The shadow reflected on the smooth wall filled with drawings about the past era when Supreme Evil reigned the world.

No one dared to speak, and everyone lowered their heads. They couldn't afford to make him angry, especially when he was the closest one to achieving their goal.