Heavenly Demon Divine Saint - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62
The events that unfolded at the Tuyong Tournament spread rapidly throughout the Divine Sect.
News reached every corner—that the Third Prince had truly been responsible for capturing the villains who caused the chaos, and that the Blade Emperor Sect, Baek Myun Valley, and Yi Ma Je had agreed to cooperate after being impressed by him.
The incredible reports shook the Sect: the Killing Register had been secured, executions were promised, and the Martial Sect Master had already been executed as the first step.
The revelation was so astonishing that the entire Sect buzzed with discussion, and the Iron Blood Demon Sect was no exception.
“Tsk.”
In the Family Head’s Chamber of the Iron Blood Demon Sect, the faces of the gathered elders had grown rigid.
“It pains me to say, but for now we should abandon our schemes against the Third Prince and simply observe how events unfold.”
“I agree. If we act rashly in such circumstances, we’ll surely face a backlash.”
That was when it happened.
“Observe? You mean we should simply stand by and do nothing again?”
Jin Ri-tae, who had been listening in silence, spoke up, making no effort to conceal his displeasure.
“He gained entry to the Palace, humiliated the Fourth Prince, received the Demon Ring Altar from the Cult Leader himself, and now he’s drawn in both Yi Ma Je and the Blade Emperor Sect. How long has it been since he regained consciousness?”
His voice emerged rough and bitter.
“I hear he’s even earned some ridiculous epithet. And you suggest we wait and see? Don’t you understand that now is the time to confront him and exact punishment, not to retreat?”
The elders coughed awkwardly at his unusually heated response.
In truth, the family had suffered no direct harm, so waiting for a better opportunity posed no great problem.
Indeed, moving now could invite catastrophe, making it wiser to wait patiently for the right moment.
Yet none of the elders dared openly contradict Jin Ri-tae’s words.
They knew he had maintained a long connection with the Martial Sect Master.
The shameful execution of his old acquaintance, denied even a proper funeral, had clearly struck a nerve.
“For the sake of Iron Blood’s dominance, if not for the Fourth Prince himself, we must root out this threat now. We need to make a decision—”
“What decision.”
A weighty voice emanated from the head seat.
It was the voice of Jin Mu-hui, the Family Head of the Iron Blood Demon Sect.
“If such a thing were possible, we would have acted long ago. Have you already forgotten that the Dharma Protection Institute took measures against the Third Prince?”
“There’s no need for complicated schemes. First, let us expose the descendant of the Baek Family who clings to the Third Prince’s side and shift public opinion.”
“The Baek Family? You mean Cheon Chung?”
“Precisely.”
Cheon Chung.
A name meaning “the insect that defies heaven.”
It was a derogatory term that laid bare the loathing and hatred toward the Baek Family, the source of the long-standing schism.
An unprincipled apostate, an ungrateful beast.
If the Sect’s external enemy beyond the Divine Sect was the Central Plains, then its internal enemy was the Baek Family—so much so that stirring up unrest was inevitable.
“Whether past or present, they never know their place. I hear this one has attached himself to the Cheon Family and is sucking their blood. If we use him—”
Jin Mu-hui cut him off decisively.
“A foolish strategy.”
“Pardon? But why—”
Jin Mu-hui threw a letter from his robes onto the table.
“Intelligence that just arrived. The Blade Emperor Sect has apparently begun spreading it intentionally.”
Jin Ri-tae’s expression hardened further as he examined the letter.
Yi Ma-je of the Divine Sect and Hwa Do-myung had taken a disciple from the Baek Family—a young man named Kang Hyun, one of the participants in the Tuyong Tournament.
He was among those who had united their efforts and achieved great merit when Cheon So-hyun annihilated the Ja Gwi Moon. He had been the first to recognize the malevolent forces that threatened to destabilize the Sect, and had become the beacon that illuminated the Cheon Family’s path forward.
Thus, the Third Prince’s faction pursued a policy of recruiting talent regardless of origin. Anyone with exceptional will, martial prowess, or other outstanding abilities could participate in the great enterprise after passing the scrutiny of Baek Myun Valley.
Crunch.
Jin Ri-tae clenched his teeth.
‘They’ve made the first move. And if the disciple is the Demon Master himself…’
“Whatever we attempt now will only backfire. The moment when we could have pressured them through public opinion has already passed. Which means now…”
Jin Mu-hui’s eyes grew cold and sharp, his piercing gaze sweeping across the faces of the elders.
“We must turn our attention inward, not outward.”
“Inward? What specifically do you mean, sir?”
“Have you not heard of the Killing Register?”
The elders’ brows furrowed deeply.
“Are you suggesting that our family may have those involved?”
“We cannot allow such a thing. But verification is necessary. Especially now, when suspicion runs high among the disciples.”
Fat pigs feared losing their territory and thus checked the Third Prince. When one carved into their bellies, noise would erupt.
It was a phrase Do Je had uttered in his speech. Naturally, all eyes had turned toward the Four Great Demon Families vying for succession.
“If any within our family are implicated, we must root them out before the Baek Myun Valley faction does. Only then can we…”
At that moment.
Tap! Thud!
Hurried footsteps echoed before the door to the Family Head Hall burst open.
Every eye snapped toward the entrance in unison.
“What is the matter?”
The messenger gasped out his words in urgent haste.
“The Cult Leader has emerged from his seclusion!”
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“So what do we do now? Just hunt down everyone involved and beat them to death?”
Sa Ma-ryang shook his head at Cheon So-hyun’s question.
“I believe it would be more efficient to wait for the optimal moment and then expose them.”
“…?”
“The more influential and powerful someone is, the more cautious they must remain. We should exploit that gap instead.”
“So while they’re busy making noise among themselves, we build our strength? Like a blade hidden in its sheath, waiting to be drawn?”
“Yes, exactly!”
Sa Ma-ryang nodded.
“As long as the blade remains sheathed, none can imagine its form, size, or sharpness. In the end, they will conjure images of a legendary sword—even those unrelated to us.”
“That works in our favor. Either way, we’ll need to maintain active contact with the Blade Emperor Sect going forward.”
Cheon So-hyun nodded with a somewhat reluctant expression.
The sight from the Tuyong Tournament still lingered vividly in his mind.
After the speech ended, Do Je executing the Mu Jong Sect Master, and the disciples erupting in cheers as they watched.
Do Je possessed an exceptional talent for drawing out human madness. The way he had commanded people with mere words was truly formidable.
That method was undoubtedly powerful, yet equally extreme—it felt like a double-edged sword.
In other words, Do Je was also one of those Demons that absolutely could not be unleashed upon the Central Plains.
Along with the satisfaction of drawing one step closer to my goal, the resolve to stop the Great Sect solidified even more firmly within me.
‘I will stop them. No matter what.’
After clearing my thoughts, I turned my gaze to the opposite side of the chamber.
Across the dining table, Yi Ma-je and Kang Hyun waited in silence.
This was after Kang Hyun had mentioned he had something to confess.
Having given him sufficient time, I decided to speak.
“So you abandoned your surname? Was bearing the Baek name too much of a burden?”
Kang Hyun hesitated before answering.
“Yes… There were so many who tormented me from childhood. I apologize for not mentioning it sooner.”
With a trembling voice, he laid bare the hidden history of his clan.
“My family is…”
My heart trembled at this moment I had postponed for so long.
‘Will it be alright? Will it truly be alright?’
Facing reactions to one’s family was always a burden.
Goodwill transforming into malice, being pelted with stones, beaten, cursed, even having food snatched away.
The hatred that repeated like daily routine, so relentless that even the rising sense of injustice—”sin flows through your veins”—would fade into numbness.
In that crucible, I could only learn to endure silently.
And when Kang Hyun finished his story, what greeted him was my sullen expression.
“What else is there to say? It’s done. Stop carrying a weight that doesn’t suit you and just cook. I’m hungry.”
“Pardon? Young Master, didn’t you hear me properly? The Baek Family—”
“So what?”
My response, devoid of any human warmth, made Kang Hyun’s face stiffen. His pupils trembled at my next words as if struck by an earthquake.
“It wasn’t even your choice. Why are you making an issue of it now?”
“…!”
Kang Hyun’s eyes widened as he looked back and forth between Yi Ma-je, me, and Sa Ma-ryang.
Contrary to the worries he had harbored all this time, they all remained composed.
“Didn’t I tell you it was needless worry?”
At Yi Ma-je’s words, Kang Hyun laughed helplessly and looked at me.
“I’ve been curious for a while now—why do you treat me so well?”
“Hmm? Did I?”
Kang Hyun hesitated before continuing with difficulty.
“Even now, and when we train together. None of it is something to take lightly. Even after you annihilated Ja Gwi Moon, you didn’t bother asking for an explanation.”
“I’m not sure.”
With my arms crossed, I fell into thought for a moment.
When you ask a compassionate Buddhist why they showed mercy, the answer comes out rather awkwardly.
Should I say the food suited my palate? Or simply tell the truth—that I was naturally inclined toward compassion?
I considered brushing it off lightly, but ultimately I answered with sincerity of my own.
“If I must say, it’s because your plan was so sloppy it was painful to watch.”
“A plan? What plan are you referring to?”
“When we stormed the Ja Gwi Moon. You didn’t spare the Vice Sect Master and the disciples, did you?”
“Yes, that’s right. I remember.”
It was when I had beaten down the Ja Gwi Moon disciples before. After the Vice Sect Master and disciples regained consciousness, I had tracked them to discover the Ja Gwi Moon’s main headquarters.
“Truthfully, tracking their return to find the main base would have been sufficient with just the Vice Sect Master alone. In fact, slaughtering all the disciples would have been the easier path for revenge. Yet you did not do so.”
“…!”
“I must have told you before. What matters is whether you have abandoned your humanity or not. Sending away those who came seeking your life is no simple task. Even had I known your origins first, nothing would have changed.”
Kang Hyun’s eyes trembled violently.
“Ah, I see….”
The anxiety that had taken root in a corner of my heart melted away like snow. I had spent all this time fretting over whether he would cast a gaze upon me different from before—whether it be contempt or pity.
Kang Hyun, whose lips had been moving soundlessly, turned his gaze away and murmured.
“After all, a person’s character is what matters most.”
His voice, and even his shoulders, trembled faintly. Seeing this, Yi Ma-je interjected.
“My disciple, it has already been quite some time since your training ended.”
“Ah, yes. You said not to miss the timing. I shall prepare at once.”
As Kang Hyun disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of dishes clattering became unusually loud.
Yi Ma-je looked toward Cheon So-hyun.
“Thank you.”
“Pardon?”
“It may well have been an obstacle to your goals. It could not have been an easy decision. As your master, I am truly grateful.”
Yi Ma-je’s gaze also reached Sa Ma-ryang.
“And to you as well.”
Sa Ma-ryang shook his head and answered respectfully.
“I believe it has been of great help rather than an obstacle. I look forward to your continued guidance.”
“There is no need to thank me so much. I intend to put him to good use from now on.”
Yi Ma-je let out a soft chuckle.
“Yes, though he may be weak now, he will become a great force in the future. Your words must have been a great comfort to him, so he will surely strive all the harder.”
It was then.
“The Divine Sect’s Third Prince, Cheon So-hyun, come forth and receive the Heavenly Auspice!”
A resonant voice rang out from outside.
“Huh? What is this sudden commotion?”
Unlike Cheon So-hyun, who tilted his head in confusion, the expressions of Yi Ma-je and Sa Ma-ryang hardened simultaneously.
They understood clearly the meaning of the Heavenly Auspice. A blessed omen sent from heaven. Naturally, only one person in the Sect could bestow such an auspice.
“Young Master, please go outside.”
“Yes. Go and see what this is about.”
“…?”
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Before the main gate stood a man who resembled a fierce general who had traversed countless battlefields.
“So, you speak of the Heavenly Auspice?”
The man offered only a letter in response, his piercing gaze blazing forth.
Cheon So-hyun’s bewildered expression crumbled as he read through the letter, and a curse finally burst from his lips.
“Damn it all.”
The letter was written in bold, commanding strokes that radiated authority.
I must see your progress with my own eyes. Enter the palace.

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