Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 120

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Episode 120
“How do you know that alias……!”
Sa Nyeom spoke in surprise.
‘It’s Bi Ma.’
Cheon Hui could be certain of it.
If it hadn’t been Bi Ma, there would have been no reason to react to those words.
“It’s been a while.”
Cheon Hui smiled warmly.
The identity of the one who had left Sa Nyeom behind while unfolding the Celestial Demon Reincarnation Method was Bi Ma, his trusted aide from the past.
“I never thought I’d see you like this.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“What? You still don’t recognize me?”
Cheon Hui’s teeth flashed brilliantly white.
At the same moment, an untouchable presence radiated from him.
“Th-this is!”
Bi Ma’s pupils trembled.
This overwhelming presence.
And that naturally domineering smile and bearing, looking down on everything—he had witnessed it countless times from a figure in his past life.
“N-no, surely not!”
Startled, Bi Ma dropped to his knees without hesitation and pressed his forehead to the ground.
“Ah! Your Supremacy!”
“It’s been a long time.”
“I-I beg your pardon. My eyes were blind, and I failed to recognize Your Supremacy.”
“It happens.”
“I am grateful for your vast and boundless understanding.”
A smile formed at the corner of Cheon Hui’s mouth.
Seeing Bi Ma, a strange illusion came over him—as though he had returned to his past life.
“You’ve aged considerably, though.”
Cheon Hui met the gaze of Bi Ma, who was raising his head.
Once, he had been a handsome middle-aged man who could shake the composure of many women…….
But his appearance now was utterly transformed.
His once-full head of hair was mostly gone, and his face was creased with wrinkles.
When first seeing him, he had been completely unrecognizable as Bi Ma.
“None can stand against the passage of time.”
He offered a wrinkled smile.
“Yet it appears Your Supremacy has overcome those years…… Could it be that you have achieved the legendary Half-Life Eternal Movement?”
“That’s not quite it.”
“Then this appearance…….”
“Do you know the Eternal Immortal Reign Supreme Law?”
Bi Ma nodded.
The Eternal Immortal Reign Supreme Law—that was the name of the great art that Cheon Hui used to speak of constantly in those days.
And that was far from all.
In the past, hadn’t he been ordered to run errands for him, secretly from the Demon Cult?
“In the past, didn’t Your Supremacy command me to bring the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Crystal so that you could unfold that great art?”
“Ah, that’s right.”
Cheon Hui recalled the forgotten matter, and spoke the words he had not completed earlier.
“Anyway, when I unfolded it, I became this body.”
“I… beg your pardon?”
Seeing that Bi Ma did not seem to understand, Cheon Hui shrugged.
“I transferred my soul into a different body…….”
Cheon Hui stopped mid-sentence.
Explaining it in words was more complicated than he’d anticipated.
‘And I can’t be bothered.’
In the end, Cheon Hui abandoned his attempt at explanation and spoke simply.
“Just think of it as something like reincarnation.”
“R-reincarnation, you say?”
Bi Ma found it difficult to hide his bewilderment.
Reincarnation usually meant being born anew without one’s memories, didn’t it?
Yet here he stood, bearing every trace of his former self.
But soon enough, he came to accept it.
Who was he?
The greatest demon throughout all history, past and present—the Absolute Heavenly Demon himself.
“If the Supreme Lord willed it, such a thing would surely be within your power.”
Then her eyes widened.
“But if this happened after you unleashed the Eternal Immortal Reign Supreme Law… could it be that the Supreme Lord left the Demon Cult because of that…?”
“You’ve guessed it correctly.”
Bi Ma found herself at a loss for words.
The Supreme Lord’s sudden departure had caused such upheaval within the Demon Cult that factions clashed over the vacancy.
To think it was all for the sake of executing that technique.
“Then… where have you been all this time, Supreme Lord?”
“Me? I was in the Tianshan Mountain Range.”
Bi Ma’s bewilderment burst forth.
“But we searched the entire Tianshan Mountain Range and found no sign of you…”
“If I set my mind to hiding, do you think anyone could find me?”
Bi Ma’s voice faltered.
If Cheon Hui truly wished to conceal himself, who in all the world could possibly locate him?
Cheon Hui chuckled softly and asked a question of his own.
“By the way—you’re the one they call Bi Ma, aren’t you?”
Bi Ma collected herself and answered.
“Yes, I am.”
Cheon Hui stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Now he understood how Bi Ma could have stolen treasures from the Nine Factions and One Gang and the imperial household alike.
With her lightness skill, she could have toyed with them as she pleased.
But what was somewhat surprising was this:
“I’m impressed your identity never leaked out.”
Bi Ma was a great demon lord who had once laid waste to the entire Zhongyuan.
Yet despite her prolonged activities across Zhongyuan, her true identity had never become known—a remarkable feat.
“I made it a point to rely primarily on lightness techniques rather than the martial arts I was known for in Zhongyuan.”
“What mission brought you to Zhongyuan?”
“It was no mission.”
“Then why did you come?”
“To find you, Supreme Lord.”
Cheon Hui seemed momentarily taken aback.
“Me?”
“We could not find you in Tianshan or Sae Oe, so I thought perhaps you might be in Zhongyuan…”
Bi Ma trailed off, a bitter smile playing at her lips.
The Supreme Lord she had searched so desperately for had been in Tianshan all along—her efforts in vain.
“You should have simply remained in the Demon Cult.”
“I was once the sect master of the Flying Dragon Gate, yet I abandoned my own sect to dedicate myself to the Demon Cult for one purpose alone: to serve you, Supreme Lord.”
Bi Ma’s eyes grew sharp.
“What reason would I have to remain in the Demon Cult if you were not there?”
“The Demonic Brain would not have simply let you go.”
……
Bi Ma sealed her lips shut.
That silence was answer enough.
‘She slipped away in secret.’
Cheon Hui did not press the matter further.
Instead, he asked something else.
“Why did you unleash the Celestial Demon Reincarnation Method?”
“I was standing at death’s threshold.”
“And so you unleashed it?”
Cheon Hui’s brows rose sharply.
“Have you lost your mind? I told you never to do this.”
His voice dropped lower.
“I made it abundantly clear—if you activate the Celestial Demon Reincarnation Method, you escape the wheel of rebirth, which is why you must never unleash it, no matter how close death draws. What were you thinking?”
“I beg your forgiveness.”
Bi Ma prostrated herself completely as she spoke.
“But I wished more than anything to see you again, even if it meant doing this.”
“What would you have done if I had not come?”
“Yet here you are, have you not?”
“It was mere coincidence.”
“In the past, the Supreme Lord once said that coincidence is no different from fate.”
“I did?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“The first time I met you.”
“Did I really.”
“You did.”
Bi Ma’s rebuttal left Cheon Hui at a loss for words. He worked his jaw silently.
“You could barely speak before, and now you’ve changed?”
“I apologize.”
“Your nerve’s grown thicker too.”
Cheon Hui scratched the back of his head at Bi Ma’s subtly altered demeanor and tone.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. I can’t undo something this grand now that it’s already done.”
Cheon Hui hardened his expression as he spoke.
“Look up.”
Bi Ma raised his head slowly.
Their eyes met for a moment.
“You’re certain about this?”
Cheon Hui asked quietly.
“Which matter do you speak of……?”
“You’re going to disappear now. Aren’t you afraid?”
“Not at all. On the contrary, I am pleased. Did I not give my soul for this very chance to meet you again, Supreme Lord?”
A smile bloomed across Bi Ma’s face.
It was a brightness he had never worn in his previous life.
“And now I can even deliver the items I’ve gathered to give you. Could there be a greater blessing than this?”
Cheon Hui let out a hollow laugh.
“Your mind’s still addled, isn’t it.”
Though his words bordered on reproach, Bi Ma opened his mouth with clear delight.
“How easily can a person truly change?”
“That’s true enough. Even with this new body, my essence hasn’t changed.”
Cheon Hui chuckled softly.
Then, recalling what he had heard just before, he spoke.
“Speaking of which, what items have you gathered?”
“Several Martial Arts Secret Manuals and a sword I managed to acquire with great difficulty in Sae Oe. The manuals especially should please the Supreme Lord.”
Cheon Hui’s eyes gleamed.
Indeed, Bi Ma was no ordinary attendant—he knew exactly what his master desired.
“You really do know me well, Bi Ma.”
“How many years have I served the Supreme Lord?”
It was hardly an ordinary span of time.
For more than twenty years by the calendar, he had carried out every task at his master’s side.
“Then what of the items in the outer vault?”
“Bait.”
Bi Ma’s eyes narrowed.
“As my reputation grew beyond measure, many began to hunt me. So I prepared separate items to mislead them.”
“That’s a tactic the Demonic Genius used to employ.”
Cheon Hui smirked.
“You deliberately recorded the Map in cipher, didn’t you?”
“I thought that if it were written in cipher, perhaps you would not show interest when you discovered it……”
Bi Ma’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“And even if the Map fell into the hands of others, unless they were among the innermost circles of the Demon Cult, they would not be able to discern the true locations.”
Cheon Hui nodded in acknowledgment.
The greatest reason he had shown interest in the Shadow Divine Assassination was precisely because of the cipher.
“You’ve used your head quite well.”
“Thank you.”
“Then you’ve prepared multiple copies of the Map.”
“I have prepared five in total.”
“Five copies……”
Now the ransacking of the outer vault made sense.
‘If so, then whoever came to the vault before is likely from the Tianma Divine Sect.’
At that moment, Bi Ma’s face twisted and he slowly rose to his feet.
“I wish I could speak with you longer, but the world won’t permit it.”
Cheon Hui gazed intently at Bi Ma, who now stood at his eye level.
Thoughts could not last forever.
That was the law, the principle of all things.
“Even so, to see you again…”
In that instant, Bi Ma’s form grew transparent, shifting into light before vanishing entirely.
And at the same moment.
A resonant chime echoed.
Color bloomed across the surroundings.
Red, blue, yellow.
As if paint were being applied to canvas, hue by hue, the world filled with color—and then, all at once:
A room materialized before him.
“……”
Bi Ma had vanished before finishing his words, but the echo he left stirred something deep within Cheon Hui’s heart.
Bi Ma had changed greatly.
From middle age to old age.
How long those years must have been.
Easily several decades, perhaps longer.
During all those long years of hardship, he must have searched ceaselessly for him.
Yet the result was failure.
And yet, he had waited and finally met him by unfolding the Celestial Demon Reincarnation Method.
So across three hundred years they were reunited, only for him to disappear.
No spirit, no memory.
Nothing remained.
His wish was granted, yet it was as if it had never been fulfilled.
But still.
‘If Bi Ma was satisfied, then perhaps it was enough.’
Cheon Hui closed his eyes, then opened them.
“I was glad to see you too.”
He whispered this, composing himself as his gaze swept across the chamber.
Unlike the earlier space, this ornate room was so immaculately kept it was hard to believe it had been abandoned for ages.
‘Are those it?’
Six wooden chests stood in the center of the far wall.
At a glance, they were clearly no ordinary coffers—their presence commanded attention.
Yet Cheon Hui dismissed them without a second look and turned his gaze elsewhere.
From the moment he entered, something here had been emanating a familiar aura.
Cheon Hui walked toward the heart of the room.
A single sword, planted upright in the center of the table.
At a glance, it was no ordinary blade.
No matter how one examined it, it clearly exceeded the rank of a renowned blade—for an eerie Demonic Energy flowed from its steel.
Cheon Hui reached out and grasped the sword.
“A sword infused with Demonic Energy is a rare thing.”
As he gazed at the blade for a long moment—
A deep hum resonated.
Suddenly the sword began to sing.
At once, thick Demonic Energy surged forth, coiling around the hand that gripped the hilt.
‘Has this thing lost its mind?’
Cheon Hui’s brow furrowed.
The Demonic Energy was not content merely to wrap around his body—it sought to dominate him entirely.
His gaze upon the blade turned ice-cold.
Never had there been such an outrageous reversal of authority.
A mere sword tainted with Demonic Energy dared to seize the body of one who had been the Supreme Lord of the Demonic Way?
“You dare challenge me?”
Light blazed in Cheon Hui’s eyes.
In the same instant, formidable power radiated from his entire being.
That power was the supreme Demonic Art that had transformed him into the Absolute Heavenly Demon—the Absolute Supremacy Art.
A deep, resonant hum—
The sword, which had been radiating Demonic Energy like a madness, suddenly trembled as if it realized something had gone terribly wrong.
‘Too late.’
But Cheon Hui was faster still.
The Absolute Supremacy Art not only reflected the Demonic Energy back but sought to suppress it entirely, and the blade trembled violently.
A piercing, shrieking wail tore through the air.
The sound was horrible and discordant.
It was like the anguished cry of something dying—something that could feel pain.
As the Absolute Supremacy Art invaded and began to destroy the soul of the sword, which possessed its own consciousness,
there came a soft click.
The blade, which had been trembling for some time, fell silent as it swallowed the Demonic Energy.
It had surrendered at last.
‘Of course it would.’
Cheon Hui gazed at the now-quiet Demonic Sword with satisfaction and lifted it before his eyes.
Even to look upon it, one could feel its terrible sharpness—the smooth, perfect blade.
And from that dark steel there emanated a vicious Demonic Energy, subtle yet unmistakable.
It was a Divine Sword, the kind that any master of Demonic cultivation would covet.
‘It pleases me, but……’
Still, for that very reason, it was inappropriate for the current Cheon Hui to carry.
In a former life it might have been different, but now he was a Daoist of the Huashan Sect—was he not?
“I suppose I’ll have to discard it……”
At the very moment he moved to set it down,
there came a soft click.
A drawer in the table opened, and a Sword Scabbard emerged.
It was an uncommonly dark, forbidding thing to look upon, and Cheon Hui’s expression broke into a smile.
“So I’m meant to put it in this?”
Cheon Hui slid the blade into the Sword Scabbard.
In that instant, the Demonic Energy that had been flowing out in all directions vanished as if washed away.
More than that—even the loud, distressing cry of the blade ceased at once.
“Typical Bi Ma.”
A smile crossed his lips.
In truth, it was unlikely that Bi Ma had intended to suppress the Demonic Energy itself.
Bi Ma’s true aim had probably been only to silence that grating wail—but the result was that the Demonic Energy too had been sealed away.
Cheon Hui fastened the Demonic Sword to his side.
“So then, what remains……”
Only now did he turn his attention to the wooden chests.
Unlike the five chests toward the back, one crude chest sat at the very front.
“This one first, then.”
He approached the foremost chest.
Seeing the thick layer of dust piled upon it, Cheon Hui slowly lifted the lid.
The moment the latch clicked and he glimpsed what lay inside, his eyes narrowed.
“That’s…all there is?”
His swelling anticipation deflated at once.
Inside the chest lay only a single book.
Cheon Hui, his face falling with disappointment, shook his head.
‘Still, it’s from Bi Ma. Who knows—it could be a supreme technique.’
Clinging to what little hope remained, he slowly read the title of the volume.
“Gangho Martial Arts Ranking?”

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