Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 124

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Chapter 124
Thud!
The two Yellow Day Unit members collapsed to the floor, still gripping their Jang Dos in the same stance they’d held moments before.
“……!”
A suffocating silence fell over Bi Dong.
The Yellow Day Unit had rushed forward first.
Yet it was they who had fallen.
Most of them couldn’t even fathom how the situation had unfolded, swallowing hard.
‘Such a subtle technique……!’
‘That… what was that?!’
Yeoriae Shin Gwon and Myeong Wol Do.
Only the two of them stood apart.
“Ah, merciful Buddha.”
Yeoriae Shin Gwon pressed his palms together, trying to calm his racing heart.
Even seeing it with his own eyes, he could scarcely believe the technique.
The Handsome Youth’s hand sweep had unleashed a brilliant cyan light that ravaged the Yellow Day Unit members.
“A fearsome method indeed.”
Cold sweat rolled down his face as he gestured to the Nahan monks beside him.
“Raise the Nahan Ki Gong in all of you.”
The eyes of the Nahan monks widened slightly.
To raise the Nahan Ki Gong was tantamount to preparing to deploy the Nahan Jin at any moment.
The Nahan monks exchanged glances with one another.
And simultaneously, they drew up their Internal Energy.
Whooom—
In that instant, a soft golden radiance bloomed behind the Nahan monks like a halo.
All of them, bearing the unique luminescence that only the Nahan Ki Gong could produce, now stood ready to deploy the Nahan Jin at any instant.
Meanwhile, Myeong Wol Do couldn’t shake the technique that had unfolded moments before from his mind.
Especially that dazzling cyan light that had filled his entire vision the moment that hand swept out.
Myeong Wol Do swallowed dryly.
‘If my eyes didn’t deceive me…….’
He quickly scanned the corpses.
The fallen pair were grotesque to behold.
Though clearly struck by a technique, their bodies were torn to shreds as if they’d been hacked to pieces by a blade.
And that was far from all.
Through the ripped cloth, ruptured meridians and blood vessels were laid bare and unmistakable.
And the moment his gaze shifted to the corpses’ chests—
“Hssss……!”
Myeong Wol Do drew in a sharp breath.
Five handprints, clearly etched upon the chests of the corpses!
They matched perfectly with the traces of ancient martial techniques he’d once seen in old records.
Eyes wide with realization, he stared at Cheon Hui as the youth brushed off his hands.
“You’ve mastered the Janbak Jan Hyeol Jo?”
“Oh, you know that technique?”
At Cheon Hui’s answer that transformed suspicion into certainty, Myeong Wol Do’s eyes trembled.
‘I suspected it, but it’s actually true.’
Myeong Wol Do swallowed hard.
Wuying Shen Tuo had always been renowned, but he’d assumed there would only be treasures and artifacts there.
But what was this?
The Janbak Jan Hyeol Jo existed.
The very technique of the Blood Demon Emperor who had swept through the Gangho!
And at their exchange, Bi Dong stirred with great commotion.
The moment they heard the name Janbak Jan Hyeol Jo, a single figure’s epithet completely seized their minds.
The alias of the foremost Evil Faction master who had once nearly dominated the Gangho.
“Wait, the Janbak Jan Hyeol Jo?!”
“Damn it all!”
The martial artists shrank back against the walls in terror, and the expressions of the Nahan monks who had been standing guard grew increasingly grave.
It was perhaps inevitable.
The Blood Demon Emperor had died centuries ago, yet whenever the Evil Faction spoke of the greatest master in all history, his name was invariably brought up at some point.
Yeoriae Shin Gwon and the Nahan monks, unable to hide their shock, trembled and whispered amongst themselves.
“How has that accursed one’s martial art returned to the Gangho…….”
“Sa Hwang Jeon was destroyed over a hundred years ago……. A survivor?”
“Master.”
One of the Nahan monks called out to Yeoriae Shin Gwon, his face subtly stiffening.
“We should deploy the Nahan Jin.”
At the same moment, the other Nahan monks, sensing the gravity of the situation, began to fall into orderly formation.
“No. Wait a moment.”
Yeoriae Shin Gwon raised a hand to stop them.
He glanced back and forth between Myeong Wol Do and Cheon Hui, then spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t you find something strange about this?”
“What do you mean, Master?”
“When he deployed those techniques just now—did you sense any killing intent?”
“Not exactly, Master…….”
“We sensed no killing intent.”
The Nahan monks shook their heads slowly.
The methods had been brutal, but when the youth displayed them, what they felt was not killing intent.
Rather, it was a clean Inner Energy.
“And that’s not all.”
Yeoriae Shin Gwon watched the standoff between Cheon Hui and Il Wol Mun, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
“If this man were truly an inheritor of Sa Hwang Jeon, why would he be fighting Il Wol Mun?”
“That’s…….”
Now that he mentioned it, it did make sense.
Sa Hwang Jeon had been destroyed by attacks from the Orthodox Sects, led by the Nine Factions and One Gang.
So if he were truly Sa Hwang Jeon’s heir, he should not be fighting Il Wol Mun, but rather us.
That is—he should be hostile to Shaolin.
“And yet, Master.”
Even so, the Nahan monks could not shake their suspicions.
“Did he not directly admit that he had mastered the Janbak Jan Hyeol Jo?”
“One can learn martial arts without learning the Heart Technique.”
“If it were merely martial arts…….”
“Have you forgotten where we are?”
“……!”
The Nahan monks’ eyes flew wide open.
“Wuying Shen Tuo contains the secret techniques of the Blood Demon Emperor?”
Most of the Nahan monks gasped in realization, but one—
Kong Jin’s face grew stern.
“But even so, the fact that he has mastered the Blood Demon Emperor’s secret techniques does not change.”
“If he has not learned the Heart Technique of the Blood Demon Emperor, he can still turn away from it, can he not?”
As Kong Jin’s expression darkened, Yeoriae Shin Gwon added quietly:
“So for now, let us simply observe how things unfold.”
Yeoriae Shin Gwon’s gaze fixed on Cheon Hui.
That look was sharp—far removed from the compassion his face had shown until now.
“We watch, and if it seems he will become a Blood Ghost, inheriting the Blood Demon Emperor’s legacy, then we may act. There will be time enough…….”
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui looked at the reactions around him with some bemusement.
‘Is this really such a big deal?’
He hadn’t expected that employing the Janbak Jan Hyeol Jo would cause such a stir.
Famous as the Blood Demon Emperor was, the Janbak Jan Hyeol Jo was, after all, merely a technique without a Heart Technique.
‘Well, things worked out nicely anyway.’
The corner of Cheon Hui’s mouth twisted into a smile.
It was the perfect cover for his true identity.
“Did you obtain that in Wuying Shen Tuo?”
Myeong Wol Do called out to him.
In his eyes, which had been full of shock, greed now gleamed.
Cheon Hui let out a soft chuckle.
“Just moments ago you were barking orders to kill me as though your life depended on it, and now you’re suddenly full of questions. Why don’t you just come at me?”
As he finished speaking, he flicked his index finger.
“Did you really think that learning the Blood Demon Emperor’s martial arts would make you his equal?”
Myeong Wol Do’s brows shot upward.
“Yellow Day Unit.”
His voice, as he called them, was measured. But the members of the Yellow Day Unit, who knew him to be in a cold fury, kept their eyes lowered and waited for his command.
Presently, his order came down.
“I don’t care if you tear off their limbs—just bring them to me alive.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Yes, sir!”
The Yellow Day Unit members answered in unison.
Shring!
Each drew their Jang Do.
With roughly forty Yellow Day Unit members drawing their blades at once, killing intent flooded the air.
Cheon Hui let the killing intent wash over him like thorns pricking at his skin, considering which technique to deploy.
‘First, I’ll set aside anything from the Nine Factions and One Gang, the Eight Great Clans, or the major sects……’
As Cheon Hui fell into thought,
Slash!
the Yellow Day Unit members, thinking he was off his guard, rushed at him.
Cheon Hui paid them no attention even as they pressed their assault, and then he smiled.
“The first one……”
Before the words were even finished,
Whoosh!
A tremendous wind erupted.
From Cheon Hui at its center, he swept past the Yellow Day Unit members charging from the front, then lightly flicked his hand to warp the trajectory of their Jang Do blades.
Then he swung his leg.
Crack!
The Moo Seong Gak—silent as the technique itself—kicked the charging Yellow Day Unit member without a sound, shattering his nose.
“Aaaagh!”
Cheon Hui passed by the Yellow Day Unit member as he shrieked and threw his head back.
“Too obvious.”
He turned back the blade of the man attempting an ambush from the side and thrust at his throat.
Thud!
The Jang Do pierced through its former master’s neck, claiming his life.
Two attacks executed in the span of a single breath.
Yet the Yellow Day Unit members did not falter.
If anything, they pressed harder.
“Next……”
Cheon Hui drew upon his Internal Force.
Then something remarkable happened.
His form stretched and suddenly appeared behind the Yellow Day Unit members who had been directly in front of him.
“That’s—that’s impossible……!”
The Shaolin monks watching cried out in shock.
“Is such a thing even possible?”
“How can he change direction like that……?”
A truly bizarre phenomenon was unfolding.
It wasn’t a light body evasion technique—his form had suddenly stretched like a ghost, slipping past the Yellow Day Unit members who were pressing down on him, and now he was toying with them.
“This can’t be……”
Yeoriae Shin Gwon in particular stared with wide eyes, disbelief written across his face.
A movement technique that crossed space without a single step, sweeping through all directions.
It was like the legendary martial art
‘the Geumgang Budong Shin Beop from Shaolin itself!’
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui felt his body grow lighter, and a smile played at his lips.
‘This is quite useful.’
Cheon Hui, deploying the Bi Cheon Haeng Bo movement technique created by Bi Ma for the first time, was satisfied.
The Internal Force expenditure was not great, yet the speed surpassed most movement techniques.
‘They can’t find me.’
Cheon Hui watched the Yellow Day Unit members floundering in search of him, savoring the moment.
Slowly—
he drew his sword.
The pristine white blade of the Baek Ryeon Geom, unsheathed after so long, caught the light.
Then the Ma Geom, as if jealous, began to hum very softly.
‘You can’t come out right now.’
But when Cheon Hui decisively drew upon the Inner Force of the Absolute Supremacy Art,
the Ma Geom fell silent at once.
Having subdued the Ma Geom so quickly, Cheon Hui poured his Internal Force into the Baek Ryeon Geom.
Ting!
But the Yellow Day Unit member would not allow Cheon Hui to concentrate on building his Internal Force.
Whack!
Hearing the sound of air splitting, Cheon Hui twisted his head aside, and a sharp Hidden Blade grazed past his cheek.
At the same moment.
Whoosh!
Eight Jang Dos occupied all eight directions.
Cheon Hui swayed his body left and right.
Lightning Shadow Footwork!
The supreme footwork technique that held a place among the Seven Greatest Movement Arts Under Heaven — unmatched in speed throughout all of history — now manifested.
Clang!
The eight Jang Dos that had occupied all directions embedded themselves in the ground without so much as grazing a thread of Cheon Hui’s garments.
“Over here.”
The Yellow Day Unit members gasped and spun around.
Cheon Hui, now standing behind them, wielded his Baek Ryeon Geom infused with Internal Force.
Slice!
Eight heads soared into the air.
Before the heads could fall, Cheon Hui immediately kicked off the ground and closed the distance toward the Yellow Day Unit members who were preparing their counterattack from a distance.
Some of the unit members frantically hurled small blades and projectiles they’d hidden in their sleeves.
But Cheon Hui simply twisted his head to evade them, then swept his blade forward.
Slice!
His right hand’s sword reaped their heads while the techniques flowing from his left hand took lives in countless ways.
“Gack!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Cheon Hui unleashed the martial arts he had absorbed within.
Not just sword techniques, but hand-combat and footwork as well.
Those watching held their breath.
In particular, Myeong Wol Do and Yeoriae Shin Gwon were astounded each time Cheon Hui displayed his martial arts.
What he was displaying was not merely one or two techniques.
A display of more than five different martial arts.
Most of them were impossible to identify, but occasionally there were glimpses of recognizable techniques.
“Is that the Five Element Killing Art from the Slaughter Faction?”
“Sword technique from the Complete Truth School?”
Faced with this exhibition of martial arts from both Orthodox and Evil Factions alike, the two were utterly lost.
Cheon Hui juggled all manner of martial arts with perfect freedom, toying with the Yellow Day Unit members.
The result was one-sided slaughter.
Fear bloomed in the eyes of the Yellow Day Unit members who had pressed their relentless assault.
“Form… form ranks……”
Slice!
The Vice Unit Commander’s head, which had been about to rally the members behind him, soared into the void.
“V-Vice Commander!”
A nearby member cried out in shock.
Before a scream could even escape, the Vice Unit Commander’s corpse collapsed belatedly behind him.
Thud!
The faces of the Yellow Day Unit members drained of all color.
Cheon Hui watched them retreating nervously and asked softly.
“Won’t you come anymore?”
At his question, the Yellow Day Unit members trembled violently.
Even after perpetrating a massacre, his expression remained unchanged.
And that very composure only deepened the fear that had been unknowingly planted within them.
Just as they were about to back away.
“Where are you going?”
Cheon Hui kicked a Jang Do that had fallen to the ground after its master had lost it.
Whiiiine―
The Jang Do flew at a speed that belied its size, piercing through them.
Crack! Crack!
“Ugh… gack!”
“M-Master……”
After kicking perhaps five or so Jang Dos like that.
“I was starting to grow tired of waiting.”
Cheon Hui turned his head.
There was a man hiding his presence there, waiting for a chance to ambush.
“……!”
The man was startled that his ambush had been detected, but he poured all his strength into the Geo Do in his grip.
“Die!”
With a fierce cry, the Geo Do descended with a violent gust of wind.
Cheon Hui raised his fingers.
And in that instant.
Crack.
The Geo Do was stopped by merely Cheon Hui’s thumb and forefinger—
Two fingers that sent shockwaves rippling in all directions.
“……Ah, you demon bastard.”
“Is that your dying word?”
Cheon Hui laughed softly.
Then he channeled Inner Energy into his fingertips.
Snap!
The Geo Do shattered in half.
“……!”
Cheon Hui hurled the broken blade at the man, who stared in horror.
Thud!
The man with the blade embedded in him crumpled slowly to the ground, a pitiful corpse.
Cheon Hui gazed across the cavern filled with bodies, then turned his gaze to Myeong Wol Do.
“Now only you remain.”

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