Heavenly Demon Divine Saint - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93
Haaaaaah!
At the sharp cry, the young master’s gaze turned toward the window.
“This family truly never has a peaceful day. I try to rest for once, and they make such a racket that my ears are ringing.”
The young master possessed a sturdy frame with densely packed, well-defined musculature.
His solid build harmonized with his distinctive bright and open features, creating an impression that made observers feel a refreshing sense of clarity.
The young master slumped to the ground, leaning his back against the main gate as he grumbled.
“Why are they training over there when there’s a spacious training grounds? Isn’t that right, Father?”
As always, no answer came in return.
The young master’s gaze lifted upward.
The main gate, painted in azure blue, bore the image of a dragon, and above it hung a plaque inscribed with “Family Head’s Chamber.”
The brushwork was bold and fierce, befitting the majesty of the Namgung Family, yet the imposing appearance was rendered meaningless by the thick chains and locks that firmly sealed the door.
“Why not come out now? The weather is quite pleasant today. Azure sky—truly the azure sky itself. On a day like this, even a stroll through the back garden would make all worries disappear, wouldn’t it?”
Rumble!
From within the Family Head’s Chamber came only the sound of lightning striking.
It was the sound of cultivating the Namgung Family’s supreme secret technique—the Thunder Force Assault. A thunderous roar that had echoed for more than half a year now.
He dispersed his inner energy until every last drop of his deep and profound cultivation was exhausted, then refilled it through breathing techniques before practicing his sword forms until complete collapse.
An endless cycle of ascetic torment. Knowing the reason behind it, the young master’s heart burned with anguish.
“Father, I intend to leave the family and begin my journey through the Martial Arts World. As the eldest son of Namgung departs on a distant path, do you have no parting words for me? Will you not come to see me off?”
It was a question posed with feigned nonchalance—words spoken in desperation and resignation.
“Seon-wi.”
A hoarse voice emerged from within the firmly sealed Family Head’s Chamber.
“…!”
How long had it been since he received an answer? Rather than surprise at the rough voice, joy surged forward first.
Namgung Seon-wi, the Crown Prince of the Namgung Family, sprang to his feet and stared at the main gate.
“Yes, Father. Please speak. I am listening intently.”
“All is illusion. Abandon your attachments.”
Namgung Seon-wi’s expression crumbled into despair.
“Is that… all you have to say?”
“Throughout the main family’s centuries of history, none have pursued the Path of the Emperor so recklessly. Do not waste time on futile endeavors.”
Namgung Seon-wi’s fists trembled.
“Like you, Father?”
Even at this disrespectful reply, the thunder did not cease. The deafening roar that assaulted his ears was like a wail that further disturbed his mind.
“Come out now! Just because your goal has vanished, just because the heights you sought no longer exist—life does not end. There is always what comes next, and your retainers stand beside you. Why do you gaze only at meaningless things!”
Silence again.
It was always like this. When he poured out his frustration at the door, a cruel thunder answered in his stead.
Namgung Seon-wi exhaled a deep sigh.
“My words were excessive. I apologize. I will come again tomorrow to pay my respects.”
As he turned to leave.
Boom!
A tremendous tremor shook the ground. Whether someone had begun a martial bout or a dull impact had rocked the building, the effect was unmistakable.
“…Ah, Father?”
In that same instant, Namgung Seon-wi’s pupils dilated sharply. The thunder that had been ceaselessly echoing from within the Family Head’s Chamber fell silent as if it had been a lie.
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Crash! Bang!
“Wh-what in the world is….”
The onlookers stumbled backward before the surging shockwaves. Their faces had already drained of color, painted with astonishment and dread.
The nature of the bout had far exceeded all expectations.
“You insolent wretch! First, I shall teach you to distinguish heaven from earth!”
Namgung Myeong roared and stomped the floor.
His blade descended with the momentum of a single stroke that would cleave heaven and earth, yet the raw, violent power revealed the turbulence of his emotions.
Crash!
Once again, it was blocked. Cheon So-hyun had advanced a single step and responded with a graceful motion.
He rotated his wrist with fluid elegance, receiving the blade as though wrapping it, then twisted the angle to deflect it away. It was the Prajna Palm—a technique imbued with the compassion of Buddha.
“You truly cannot comprehend what is being said. I told you to engage seriously from this moment onward, yet here you are with blood rushing to your head. What purpose does that serve?”
Cheon So-hyun did not press his counterattack, regarding him calmly instead. He maintained this composure even as an opening appeared after pushing the blade away.
“You, you bastard…!”
“Let us begin again. Once more.”
At the sight of him creating distance as though bestowing mercy anew, the thread of Namgung Myeong’s reason snapped entirely.
“Silence! You ungrateful wretch!!”
A piercing sword aura suddenly embroidered the empty air. Despite the dozen or more techniques that followed in rapid succession like lightning, Cheon So-hyun unleashed his palm strikes while conserving his inner energy.
Crash! Bang!
“It seems your sect—whether it be the Cheonghwa Sect or whatever—lacks an elder capable of correcting such crude temperament. I shall personally impart this lesson! Engrave the Namgung sword into your mind, and let this defeat serve as instruction for your future cultivation!”
Namgung Myeong gradually increased the volume of his inner energy, as though to demonstrate the gap between them. He had concluded that if he could suppress through sheer difference in power, there would be no variables.
One strike, then another. Namgung Myeong’s blade rushed forward in succession, targeting his legs, solar plexus, and chest.
Yet Cheon So-hyun’s center remained unmoved.
He maintained his steadfast immobility, responding to the offensive. As though facing a jagged cliff, Namgung Myeong’s eyes grew ever sharper.
“I thought you were merely a fledgling who knew not the height of heaven… yet it seems you possess the mettle of a water dragon.”
“How does it feel to be bitten by a water dragon?”
“Indeed, I shall close that mouth of yours shortly.”
As they exchanged combinations while wielding fists, palms, and the Golden Serpent Technique, before finally interweaving sword methods, thunderous booms erupted in succession with each shockwave.
It was truly a bizarre spectacle.
“H-how is it that a disciple of the Cheonghwa Sect, whom we have never even heard of, can contend with the Elder….”
“No matter how much we say character and skill are separate matters, can this situation even be called reasonable?”
Not only the household retainers but also the guests invited to the Namgung Family were unable to conceal their bewilderment.
“What are these martial techniques? Whether it be footwork or fist methods, they seem far too extraordinary to dismiss as belonging to a third-rate sect… Could the Cheonghwa Sect perhaps be a hidden branch of the Nine Sects?”
“Indeed. Does anyone here know? Has anyone ever seen similar techniques before?”
No answer came forth.
Though many prided themselves on being well-informed of matters in the Jianghu, not a single person had discerned the resemblance to Shaolin Temple.
Yet this was only natural.
Cheon So-hyun’s fist perception had diverged from Shaolin’s martial arts since his previous life, and now with the characteristics of the Spiritless Realm layered upon it, it had transformed into an entirely new form.
Crash! Boom!
Yet the intent contained within remained utterly unchanged.
To not turn away from sentient beings suffering in affliction, but to guide them righteously and ultimately lead them to enlightenment.
Fire flickered in Cheon So-hyun’s eyes.
‘Insolent fool. I’ll reshape that mind of yours.’
He had no intention whatsoever of exchanging a few moves and retreating simply because his opponent was an elder of the Namgung Clan.
It was not merely to obtain the golden token and head toward Shaolin.
Considering the position of a Namgung elder, defeating him would likely bring considerable renown.
What story could be more sensational than a proud elder of the Five Great Families being humiliated by someone in the late stages of cultivation?
None. It would be embellished according to people’s tastes and spread, eventually reaching the ears of those escorting him, led by Ryu Jeong-hak.
Having his location exposed to the escorts he’d worked so hard to shake off was terribly unfortunate, but…
‘It can’t be helped.’
Perhaps it was even necessary. After all, it had been impossible to evade the Demonic Sect throughout his departure.
Eventually he would have to rejoin them and return to the Sect, so it was better to build his reputation and let them know beforehand what he’d been doing.
He had already told them he was leaving to accumulate martial prowess.
The more positive aspect was that Hefei lay beyond the Demonic Sect’s information network.
‘That’s right!’
It would take considerable time for information to reach them, and by the time that news arrived, matters would already be resolved one way or another.
In other words, if he concluded the Shaolin matter and encountered the escorts in Anhui Province, he could also avoid unnecessary suspicion!
Whoooosh!
Cheon So-hyun circulated the Spiritless Realm even more ferociously. In an instant, fist shadows materialized in the void, spreading heat and dominating all directions.
Fist energy surged forth, targeting Namgung Myeong’s thighs, abdomen, shoulders, and eyes in succession.
Crash! Boom!
Namgung Myeong barely managed to twist his sword to block, but he felt his mind growing hazy from the searing pain as his grip threatened to tear apart.
‘…What exactly is this man?’
How had he cultivated such martial prowess? The offensive was so swift that even the afterimages of the fists were visible.
Most troubling of all was that he still sensed no aura whatsoever from his opponent.
Even if one had spent long years setting down the sword and facing guests, he knew all too well how impossible such a thing truly was.
“How… How exactly did you cultivate such martial arts? You, no—what is the Qinghua Sect?”
“Only now do you realize you were mistaken, Elder?”
Namgung Myeong swung his sword forcefully, creating distance. He glared at Cheon So-hyun fiercely.
“Answer the question I asked.”
“What else would the Qinghua Sect be but the Qinghua Sect? A third-rate sect from the borderlands, as the Elder judged—that is what the Qinghua Sect is. Haven’t you already investigated it?”
Namgung Myeong’s aura grew increasingly ominous.
Just as this young man said, the Namgung Family had already completed their investigation of the Qinghua Sect.
They could not simply bring a disciple of an unfamiliar sect into the family just because someone they knew had written a letter of recommendation.
‘Jiangxi Province, treated as the borderlands of Jianghu, and within it a third-rate sect located in a remote area, they said.’
Yet how had such a talented disciple been cultivated?
As he was wrestling with this fact, difficult to accept…
“So you’re finally admitting your misjudgment?”
“But even if this fool tried to end things amicably….”
Cheon So-hyun let out a hollow laugh.
“Your words ring strange. If you had treated me well from the start, we’d be sipping tea and smiling by now. Have you forgotten why you initiated this duel?”
Namgung Myeong’s eyes sharpened like blades. With each exchange of words, the composure he’d cultivated over a lifetime seemed to unravel.
“Yes, teaching you the heights of heaven was the proper order after all.”
Whoosh!
Azure energy rippled across his entire body. Namgung Myeong’s sword tore through the air, crashing down toward Cheon So-hyun’s shoulder.
“Fool!”
The moment Cheon So-hyun retreated a step, the sword energy fractured into three trajectories, converging on his entire frame.
It was explosive swordplay befitting a Namgung elder’s name, yet Cheon So-hyun’s response proved equally formidable.
Maintaining a solid center, he parried each strike with precision.
Though he deflected every blow while remaining unmoved, he couldn’t entirely dissipate the overwhelming force of the charging technique.
As Cheon So-hyun staggered backward, Namgung Myeong’s breathing grew harsher.
“This ends it!”
His arm swept outward in a massive arc.
The third form of the Azure Sky Sword Technique—the Azure Radiance Path. It descended like a meteor shower streaking across the blue heavens, bursting with brilliance.
Crash!
Then Cheon So-hyun abruptly halted his body and pivoted with a single-step reversal, shifting direction. Shock flickered across Namgung Myeong’s face at this sudden maneuver.
“…!”
Not only did he stop, but he reversed course entirely, closing the distance instead.
‘…He’s boring through? Does he understand the Azure Sky Sword Technique?’
The Azure Radiance Path only unleashed its full power when adequate distance was maintained.
Given proper spacing, it amplified speed and force, becoming devastatingly potent, yet at close range it lost its momentum, and the form crumbled.
At this ambiguous distance, Namgung Myeong’s hands faltered for an instant, and Cheon So-hyun seized the opening.
Crash!
He accelerated further, driving his entire body forward in a collision.
“Ugh!”
Even as his chest took the direct impact, Namgung Myeong refused to release his sword. He gripped the blade and brought it down hard, striking Cheon So-hyun’s shoulder with force.
It was a skillful counter, but his stance had already collapsed, robbing the blow of its full power.
“Hah!”
Cheon So-hyun exhaled roughly and unleashed a barrage of fists. He struck the solar plexus, jaw, and cheek in succession, then swept a leg kick, pummeling Namgung Myeong’s entire body.
“Cough!”
Namgung Myeong spat blood, consumed by panic. His mind reeled, his defensive instincts shattered, consciousness growing distant.
‘This… this is humiliation? Against a mere provincial….’
Barely clinging to awareness, he retreated a step, attempting to steady his breathing.
But.
“Where are you rushing off to? You said you’d teach me the heights of heaven?”
Cheon So-hyun stood before Namgung Myeong with a faint smile, his foot already pressing down firmly on the elder’s instep.
“This… this should be enough…!”
Boom!
Cheon So-hyun’s fist drove through Namgung Myeong’s solar plexus with devastating precision.
The Arhat Fist. Its overwhelming power finally severed Namgung Myeong’s consciousness.

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