Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 129

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Episode 129
The members of the Crescent Moon Sect froze in place.
It was a sight utterly devoid of reason.
Corpses piled high as mountains.
A young man perched atop them, looking down.
A landscape that should never exist in this world lay bare before their eyes.
The leading member of the Crescent Moon Sect forced his rigid jaw to move.
“You bastard……. Khack!”
His words cut off mid-sentence.
More precisely, a hole the size of a coin had been bored through his throat.
A moment later, crimson blood cascaded from the wound like a waterfall.
Gurgle, gurgle—
The Crescent Moon member made a sound like air escaping from a punctured bladder, then slowly toppled forward.
Thud. Splash—
Silence descended.
The air, already chilled by a previous rain, grew colder still.
Just as the sound of downpour began to fill the eerie quiet.
“Let’s see. Sixteen?”
Cheon Hui curled the index finger he’d extended for the Soul-Extinguishing Technique and spoke.
“More than that is unnecessary.”
Cheon Hui’s form vanished.
Whoosh!
In that instant, slaughter unfolded.
“Ugh!”
“Gasp!”
Each time Cheon Hui swung his blade or thrust his hand, the Crescent Moon members fell like autumn leaves scattered by wind—one by one, their ends gruesome.
The후기지수 disciples stared at Cheon Hui with expressions of sheer disbelief.
“This can’t be…….”
“How is this even…….”
The Crescent Moon members had been masters on par with them or holding a slight advantage.
But what was this sight before them now?
Cheon Hui wove between them as they wielded their varied weapons.
No—he was toying with them.
“That such a being could exist…….”
Jeol Seung-ho breathed quietly, his words barely audible.
The other disciples said nothing, but their hearts beat the same refrain.
Before long, the corpses lay stacked even higher than before, and only two Crescent Moon members remained alive.
“That’ll do.”
Cheon Hui seized both surviving members by the nape of their necks and hurled them to the ground.
Crash!
They tumbled across the waterlogged earth and lay still.
Cheon Hui looked down at them and asked.
“You two didn’t come alone, did you?”
“…….”
“…….”
Seeing them sprawled on the ground, mouths sealed shut, Cheon Hui drew closer.
Then he tapped the Kyungmun pressure point on each of them with the tip of his foot.
In that moment.
“Aaaaagh!”
“Gah-gah-hack!”
Screams tore through the air.
Cheon Hui watched them writhe on the ground shrieking and smiled faintly.
“Now. The answer?”
But no answer came.
Immediately, one of them tried to bite down on his own tongue to end it all, but.
Whip—
Cheon Hui moved first.
He seized the member’s head, grabbed a blood-soaked cloth from the ground, and jammed it into his mouth.
“Where do you get off choosing how you die?”
Cheon Hui released the head and smiled coldly.
“You don’t get to die however you please.”
Cheon Hui reached for the pressure point again.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
The Crescent Moon Party member shook his head desperately.
But Cheon Hui’s hand moved with brutal speed, pressing the point regardless.
“Uhhhhgh! Ugh!”
Cheon Hui withdrew his gaze from the thrashing Crescent Moon Party member.
He turned instead to another member standing nearby, drenched in terror, and moved his lips.
“If you’re going to answer, speak quickly.”
His tone was flat.
But the words that followed made the listener’s skin crawl.
“When you do, I’ll grant you a quick death.”
A horrific shriek tore through the air.
“Inhale!”
Meanwhile, the faces of the later-stage practitioners watching the interrogation grew increasingly ashen.
Breaking bones and tearing flesh would have been trivial by comparison—the torture unfolding before them was nightmarish enough to chill the blood.
“Let’s see. Here we go…….”
Contrary to his expressionless voice, Cheon Hui’s methods methodically destroyed them.
“Ahhhhgh!”
“He’s actually doing this…….”
Jeol Seung-ho shook his head.
The Jeol Clan was no stranger to interrogation, but this far exceeded any boundary.
Especially that.
Watching him occasionally channel Internal Force into the Crescent Moon Party members was enough to make one’s jaw drop.
‘He’s injecting Internal Force to keep them conscious, expecting them to collapse from the shock otherwise. He’s ensuring their minds stay sharp.’
As Jeol Seung-ho broke into a cold sweat, witnessing such meticulous, relentless cruelty—
“I can’t watch anymore.”
“…….”
Hwang Bo So-hyeon and Yang Se-ryeong, both reeling from what they’d seen, clenched their eyes shut and turned away.
They were not alone.
Paeng Cheol-wi and Mo-yong Sang had already turned away, and even Jeol Seung-ho, who had continued watching, finally gave in and looked away.
How long did the screams continue?
The heavy clouds gradually dispersed, and sunlight began to break through the gaps.
By then, the Crescent Moon Party members being tortured no longer had the strength even to scream—only the metallic sound of their cries remained.
“So next…….”
Yet Cheon Hui did not stop.
‘What should I try next?’
As he was preparing for the next phase—
“……and, Myeong-wol too…….”
The Crescent Moon Party member on the left, his arm and leg tendons severed, spoke with great effort.
“Hmm? Already feeling like talking?”
The member’s eyes blinked.
Sensing this as confirmation, Cheon Hui bent his knee and met the man’s gaze.
“Myeong-wol, you say? Just that one? That can’t be all.”
Pressed by the probing question, the member trembled and moved his lips.
“The, the Four Demons…….”
“The Four Demons?”
Cheon Hui’s eyes widened noticeably.
“Oh, now that’s intriguing.”
The Four Demons were legendary monsters, and such a title was rarely bestowed on anyone in Kangho unless they possessed either notorious infamy or extraordinary martial prowess.
The fact that such a name had been earned meant they were far from ordinary.
‘I wonder what kind of people they are?’
Cheon Hui’s eyes gleamed with curiosity.
“So you’re saying these Four Demons came to this place?”
“…….”
The member’s lips would not open.
Or perhaps could not.
His strength was already spent, making further speech impossible.
“Already finished?”
Cheon Hui clicked his tongue in disappointment.
“Still, since I did answer, I’ll keep my promise.”
Cheon Hui threw the sword he held to the ground.
Thud!
The blade buried itself in the center of his forehead.
The Half-Moon Society member finally expired, his expression one of relief—as though he could at last breathe his last.
“Then.”
Cheon Hui withdrew his gaze from the corpse and locked eyes with the Half-Moon Society member still clinging to life, then moved his lips.
“You still have no intention of answering, do you?”
As if waiting for this moment, Cheon Hui released his grip, and the Half-Moon Society member’s pupils trembled.
The same light that had gleamed in his dead companion’s eyes just moments before.
It looked so blissfully content.
He did not even hesitate before forcing the words out with great effort.
“Chaos… and the Clear… Day… Society.”
“Just Chaos? What of the other four calamities?”
“There… there aren’t any….”
Cheon Hui stroked his chin.
It was somewhat disappointing.
‘Might as well have gotten them all.’
Then the Half-Moon Society member worked his lips, caked with blood, through great difficulty.
“Please… please… kill… me….”
Cheon Hui gazed at the Half-Moon Society member who spoke with such desperation, then let out a soft laugh.
“That’s why you should have answered from the start. Then you wouldn’t have suffered like this.”
The Half-Moon Society member wanted to cry out something, but he clamped his lips shut.
He feared that if he spoke, this eon of torture would only continue.
Cheon Hui raised his index finger.
“Don’t worry—I keep my promises.”
In that instant, a line of light blossomed from his finger and severed the man’s life.
Cheon Hui brushed himself off and stood.
Those calling themselves Moonlit Path, Chaos, and the Clear Day Society would certainly come seeking a chance to strike.
‘They’ll show up on their own soon enough.’
The downpour had finally ceased as well.
Crackle—
Cheon Hui dried his sodden clothes and slipped out of the abandoned house, heading westward.
After Cheon Hui had departed.
The Sa Hyuk Ryeon members left behind in the abandoned house fell into confusion at what they had witnessed.
It had been like a nightmare.
Their heads were already reeling from the sudden assault by the Crimson-Moon School, but then this mysterious youth had eliminated them all.
They could not tell whether this was a dream or reality.
“…What do we do now?”
Hwang Bo So-hyeon murmured quietly.
Though all the fighting had ended, none of them knew what came next.
Then Jeol Gal Seung-ho spoke softly.
“Perhaps the Crimson-Moon School’s true target was never us at all….”
The eyes of the group widened.
“Jeol Gal?”
“You mean….”
“Do you have reason to believe that?”
“Think about it carefully. What reason would the Crimson-Moon School have to attack us?”
The Kangho of the present day was an age of three powers balanced in standoff.
If the Crimson-Moon School and Sa Hyuk Ryeon clashed, only the Murim Alliance would benefit—that much was obvious.
So if they were asking whether the Crimson-Moon School had reason to attack them despite suffering such losses,
the answer was no.
“And consider what happened just now.”
Jeol Gal Seung-ho met each member’s eyes in turn before speaking in an even tone.
“They chased us all this way, but the moment they encountered that man, they rushed straight at him instead.”
“…!”
The eyes of the group flew wide open.
If they were the true target, the pursuers would have continued the chase and pressed the attack.
Why would they change their objective midway?
“Then why did they attack us in the first place….”
Hwangbo So-hyun murmured to himself.
“Could it be a misunderstanding……?”
Jeol Seung-ho offered a final explanation.
“Jeol. A misunderstanding? What on earth do you mean by that?”
Moyong Sang’s eyes narrowed.
He’d nearly lost his life, and the reason was merely that they’d been mistaken for the man’s companions?
“In ten days, I’ve crossed paths with him four times. If the Ilwol Sect had been pursuing him all along, wouldn’t such a misunderstanding be natural?”
“But that’s just coincidence…….”
“Would others see it as mere chance?”
Everyone flinched at Jeol Seung-ho’s words.
Even they themselves couldn’t shake the feeling that it was no coincidence at all.
Then Yang Se-ryong spoke up.
“So what do you think we should do from here on, Jeol?”
“We must follow him.”
Hwangbo So-hyun and Moyong Sang were startled.
“But didn’t you just say that the Ilwol Sect’s target isn’t us, but him?”
“Traveling with him would only be inviting danger, wouldn’t it?”
Jeol Seung-ho shook his head at their questions.
“They already believe we’re his companions. Under those circumstances, wouldn’t moving with him actually be safer?”
“What if we tell them we have nothing to do with him……?”
Moyong Sang offered the suggestion, but—
“It won’t work.”
Jeol Seung-ho spoke with certainty.
“He’s right.”
Yang Se-ryong, who had been listening quietly until now, fastened the Three-Fold Peak Seal to her waist and added her voice to Jeol Seung-ho’s reasoning.
“They’ve already tried to slaughter us without mercy. Do you really think words would matter?”
Jeol Seung-ho smiled at her.
It was a smile of relief—as if finally someone understood.
Moyong Sang bit his lower lip.
‘At least things will get easier now.’
Jeol Seung-ho watched the silent man for a moment, then exchanged a meaningful glance with Peng Che-wi.
“What will you do?”
“I know little of such matters.”
Peng Che-wi, speaking as he always did, placed a hand on Jeol Seung-ho’s shoulder and smiled.
“I shall follow whatever you say, Jeol.”
Jeol Seung-ho, seeing that Peng Che-wi—the one who truly led the group—trusted him and spoke those words, smiled in return.
“Then let’s follow him.”

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