Appearance of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106
Another substitute self created to escape the Gwi-rim—so it would disappear now?
Now that they were leaving the Gwi-rim?
‘That is….’
But I don’t want that.
Perhaps noticing the wistfulness that flickered across Yeon-woo’s face, Juजack let out a soft laugh and spoke.
– Though it could not serve its original purpose, I have chosen to leave it as it is. Having lived so long already, there is no reason it should not endure.
Yeon-woo’s expression brightened at once.
‘Then we can meet again?’
– You shall meet, if you wish it.
‘That’s a relief!’
Yeon-woo suppressed a delighted giggle.
The mother bird regarded her with a tender gaze.
– Child. Pure and precious soul.
Yeon-woo faced the bird.
– I am the supreme being who rules the heavens.
In that moment, orbs of fire began to rise around Yeon-woo, one after another.
They arranged themselves in a line and wrapped around her, coiling gently.
Yet they neither frightened nor burned.
‘They’re warm.’
– I am the deathless one who purifies poison and curse, ghostly energy and deceit, and commands the Crimson Flame.
The brilliant fire gathered before Yeon-woo in an instant.
Carefully, she cupped her hands beneath it.
The flame that rippled above her palms soon seeped into her core energy center.
‘It’s warm.’
– I grant you a portion of my strength. Having received my divine authority, you shall now overcome poison and fire energy alike.
Yeon-woo did not fully understand what that meant.
Her eyes remained fixed on her own hands.
The flame had seeped away and vanished, yet something still lingered in her palm.
Something warm and gleaming, round and smooth….
– Now you have become my true heavenly fortune.
Those were the final words.
Whoosh—
The space surrounding Yeon-woo slowly dispersed like smoke and faded away.
Yeon-woo closed her eyes.
From somewhere, a warm and gentle breeze blew, flowing around her.
It felt like a touch, or perhaps a breath.
“….”
When Yeon-woo opened her eyes, something was clasped in her hand.
Her body felt impossibly light.
The mother bird and the small bird were nowhere to be seen.
As though they had never existed at all, the space around her stood empty.
Yeon-woo looked up at the sky.
A single red feather drifted down and came to rest above her head.
Section 11. The Child of the Wind Eye
Yeon-woo had escaped the Nest.
Now she had no way of knowing how many days had passed since entering it.
‘What happened to the trial?’
It must still be going on?
With that thought, when she finally arrived at the place where she had parted with the false Un-hyeon.
“Hmm?”
The girl blinked her eyes twice.
“Darkness?”
Outside the Nest, an incomprehensible sight unfolded.
Setting aside the seemingly startled Gwi-hon Majun, setting aside the jiangshi scattered here and there, setting aside even the welcome presence of Gu-yeong—
“What are you all doing here?”
Why were all the adults lying flat on the ground?
It didn’t seem like they were all eating something together.
“??”
Bewildered, Yeon-woo glanced down at her own hand, which held something precious.
Yeon-woo lifted his hand slightly upward and revealed what he’d been holding to everyone.
“Behold!”
What had been in the girl’s grasp finally showed its true form.
It was an egg, brimming with mysterious energy that sparkled in brilliant golden radiance.
A Phoenix Egg.
Snap!
Am-yeong Majun strode directly toward Yeon-woo.
His pupils, filled with the golden light of the egg, trembled with reflected brilliance.
“You….”
“Finally got my hands on it. The Strange Bird’s Egg.”
Yeon-woo whispered low and chuckled softly, a thin, knowing sound.
There was something almost sinister in that expression, enough to make Am-yeong Majun’s eyes widen slightly.
Did this child understand what he was holding?
No—if he did, he wouldn’t have called it a “Strange Bird’s Egg.”
“Heh.”
Am-yeong Majun let out a hollow laugh.
Head bowed, laughing softly to himself, he soon reached out and patted the top of Yeon-woo’s head.
The eye-lines beneath his mask curved like a crescent moon.
“Good. Guard it well. Don’t let it get stolen.”
“!!”
Yeon-woo jumped with a start, reaching to hide the egg.
“You…!”
Gwi-hon Majun, who had regained consciousness, rose to his feet and strode toward Yeon-woo in heavy, deliberate steps.
His formerly neat appearance was now thoroughly disheveled.
Am-yeong Majun positioned himself in front of Yeon-woo, while Gu-yeong’s jet-black spear shaft blocked Gwi-hon Majun’s path first.
The moment Gu-yeong’s spear descended.
“How dare you block the way of your betters!!”
Shhhwick!
Gwi-hon Majun’s hand, wreathed in Ghost Energy, shot forward without hesitation toward Gu-yeong’s abdomen.
A palm strike delivered with enough force to pierce clean through.
Gu-yeong hastily channeled his strength through the spear shaft to block Gwi-hon Majun’s palm.
Boom!
With a sound like something rupturing, Gu-yeong was driven backward nearly ten paces, his feet sliding against the ground.
Astonishing strength.
“Ugh….”
Gu-yeong let out a pained groan.
Yet Gwi-hon Majun, his fury unabated, came at him again with energy coiled around his hands, moving with the speed of a launching projectile.
And just as he was about to strike again at Gu-yeong, who had barely managed to regain his footing.
Thwack!
“…!”
A hand seized Gwi-hon Majun’s wrist, halting him mid-strike.
It was Am-yeong Majun.
“Why take it out on the kid?”
Gwi-hon Majun spun around to face Am-yeong Majun, his pupils burning red with fury.
“You…! If you hadn’t blocked my way, I would have…!”
Crunch.
The sound came from Gwi-hon Majun’s clenched fist.
Am-yeong Majun gazed down at that hand trembling with rage, nodding as though in understanding.
“It’s maddening enough to lose your most precious treasure. But tell me—can you truly say you ‘lost’ something that was never yours to begin with?”
“I’ll rip that mouth off your face!”
Screeeech!
Gwi-hon Majun’s other hand lashed out toward Am-yeong Majun’s throat.
Am-yeong Majun moved his remaining arm with practiced ease, lightly catching Gwi-hon Majun’s wrist.
“Listen well, Gwi-hon. Rage blinds the eyes and numbs reason.”
The eye-lines beneath his mask curved upward in a smile.
Crunch.
“…!”
A sound like something twisting.
This time it came from Am-yeong Majun’s grip.
Gwi-hon Majun’s movements ceased abruptly at the same moment.
Am-yeong Majun approached the rigid Gwi-hon Majun and whispered softly into his ear.
“Lose the Strange Bird and want to lose your position as well?”
“….”
“Would you finally come to your senses if both your arms were broken in front of your subordinates? Hmm?”
Gwi-hon Majun’s eyes gradually returned to focus.
His pupils trembled faintly, as though measuring something.
“Let me go.”
Crack!
At last regaining his reason, he immediately brushed away Am-yeong Majun’s hand as though casting off something filthy.
Am-yeong Majun chuckled softly and released him without resistance.
“….”
Gwi-hon Majun straightened his disheveled appearance.
He lingered especially over the sleeves at his wrists, touching them tenderly for a long moment, before his gaze settled on Yeon-woo standing some distance away.
Gwi-hon Majun’s eyes grew cold and distant.
“I will take that child back to the main house.”
Am-yeong Majun’s lips curved into a thin smile.
“You can do that?”
When Gwi-hon Majun turned back to him, his gaze was sharp and piercing.
A look mingling resentment, fury, and contempt.
“Of course I must. A creature the main house raised vanished overnight. Surely you understand what that signified to the main house?”
“Right, right, I understand.”
“Then do not attempt to stop me. I must hear the full story from that wretch.”
Am-yeong Majun raised his hand slightly and shrugged.
“What I’m saying is, that child is an examinee before she’s a witness. And I believe Maryong Hall examinees cannot be taken away arbitrarily. Isn’t that correct, Gu-yeong?”
Gu-yeong, who had been standing back behind Am-yeong Majun, stepped forward and opened his mouth.
“Am-yeong Majun speaks truly. If you wish to question the examinee, proper procedures must be….”
“Silence!”
Gwi-hon Majun turned to Gu-yeong with a menacing glare.
He did not roar as abruptly as before, yet the force in his bearing was threat enough.
“Right now I am restraining myself from twisting that brat’s limbs and tearing open his mouth to make him confess every last scheme!”
A thick Ghost Energy coalesced around Gwi-hon Majun.
“Do not test this majun’s patience any further.”
Gu-yeong swallowed hard. Yet he did not flinch; instead, he took a stance and bowed his head.
“Gwi-hon Majun, please understand that Maryong Hall’s law carries the same weight as the Instructor’s command.”
“You truly need to taste blood—!”
Then it happened.
“What are you all doing?”
An incongruous, languid voice drifted from beyond the forest.
All eyes turned in unison toward the source of the sound.
From beneath dark shadow, a man in black Martial Robes stepped out slowly, deliberately.
Gwi-ya-gaek, Master of Maryong Hall.
“I was certain….”
His gaze swept briefly over the gathered figures before settling on Gu-yeong.
“I told you to bring her back, didn’t I?”

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