Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 132

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Episode 132
“Master Peng!”
Hwang Bo So Hyeon clung to Peng Cheol Wi as he finished his Qi Cultivation and Breathing, her worry plain on her face.
“Are you feeling better now?”
“Much better.”
Peng Cheol Wi smiled gently at the concern shining in her eyes.
Whatever Internal Injury Medicine it was, his severe injuries had healed completely.
‘This is no ordinary remedy.’
Though he didn’t know the medicine she’d given him was a Heavenly King Pill, Peng Cheol Wi could sense it from the state of his body.
He rose abruptly and executed a formal bow toward Hwang Bo So Hyeon.
“I am deeply grateful for your kindness, Miss Hwang Bo.”
At Peng Cheol Wi’s solemn gratitude and his expression, Hwang Bo So Hyeon’s cheeks flushed.
“Oh, no. It’s nothing of that importance.”
“How can you say it’s nothing? The moment I consumed it, I knew this was no ordinary elixir,” Peng Cheol Wi replied, his face hardening with conviction.
“I would stake my very life to protect you, Miss Hwang Bo.”
“Your… your life?”
“Indeed.”
She cupped her burning cheeks in both hands, meeting his gaze.
‘Could it be… that he cares for me?’
But that moment passed quickly.
She noticed the deep wound along his ribs and gasped.
“Wait—your wound is still severe. Do you have any Wound Healing Medicine?”
“Wound Healing Medicine…?”
Peng Cheol Wi reached toward his sleeve but froze mid-motion.
The fabric was torn, leaving a gaping hole.
Seeing his awkward stare at the torn sleeve, Hwang Bo So Hyeon laughed and said, “I have Wound Healing Medicine…”
As if she’d been waiting for this moment, she drew it from her robes and, glancing at him shyly, handed it over.
“Would you use this?”
Peng Cheol Wi looked between the medicine and Hwang Bo So Hyeon, then let out an awkward cough.
“C-cough. Thank you.”
Though he was often oblivious to the mood, he sensed something strange in the air.
Their hands overlapped as he took the medicine.
“It’s nothing.”
They exchanged a meaningful look.
‘So the saying about love between man and woman holds true.’
Meanwhile, Je Gal Seung Ho, standing nearby, shook his head at the two of them, seeds of romance falling like sesame from heaven.
‘Never thought those two would end up this way.’
Not even a day ago.
Or rather, there was no need to go back a day—even before the assault, he’d never have imagined they would become like this.
After all, hadn’t they been Mutual Restraints to each other?
Hwang Bo So Hyeon, usually brimming with mischief, and Peng Cheol Wi, serious in all things, had clashed whenever they offered opinions.
‘Crisis kindles love, or so they say.’
Je Gal Seung Ho recalled some old saying he’d heard once, smiling at the thought—
Crunch—crunch—
Footsteps sounded.
‘Another attack?’
Je Gal Seung Ho turned, wondering if it was more assassins, but the two figures that emerged from the darkness made him start.
Yang Se Ryeong was approaching with someone in tow.
‘She actually brought him.’
He could hardly hide his surprise.
That man had refused even to exchange names the last time. For Yang Se Ryeong to bring him here despite his resistance…
He was genuinely curious what method she’d used.
Just as curious, Peng Cheol Wi and Hwang Bo So Hyeon, lost in their own world, couldn’t conceal their shock at the arrivals.
“He brought him…?”
“Why would he…?”
Then Yang Se Ryeong turned her body.
“Here we are, Great Hero.”
She guided him forward with the reverence one would show a Murim master.

‘I mustn’t touch his core.’
Though the conversation was brief, she could grasp the essential nature of the man.
He despised inconvenience, and worse—he was utterly self-absorbed, the type who knew only himself.
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui studied the later disciples.
‘What a mess.’
Two attacks would do that.
Their faces sagged with exhaustion, their Martial Robes torn in places—nothing remained of how they’d appeared at first meeting.
‘It shouldn’t hinder their service.’
Cheon Hui found himself puzzled as he observed their tense posture.
“What’s the matter?”
When Cheon Hui looked down at Yang Se Ryeong with indifferent eyes and posed the question, she drew her neck back.
“W-what do you mean, sir?”
“Is that the attitude of someone who serves?”
“…Ah!”
Yang Se Ryeong flinched.
“P-please wait just a moment.”
Hastily, she darted away.
Then she approached the three who stood in tension.
“Young Lady Yang. What is this about?”
“Why has this person come here…?”
While Peng Cheol Wi and Hwang Bo So Hyeon exchanged confused glances,
“So you succeeded in persuading him.”
only Je Gal Seung Ho spoke with a smile.
“Persuading…?”
“Persuading?”
Yang Se Ryeong looked between Peng Cheol Wi and Hwang Bo So Hyeon, who failed to comprehend, before she spoke.
“The Great Warrior has agreed to travel with us all the way to the Shin Chang Yang Family.”
At her words, the expressions of the two brightened noticeably.
“Well, that’s fortunate.”
“Truly?”
They exhaled in relief, wiping their chests.
Yes, he was a fearsome presence—but if he would aid them, that changed everything.
As the pair rejoiced as though they’d gained ten thousand allies, Yang Se Ryeong opened her mouth.
“However, the Great Warrior has a condition.”
The expressions of the two hardened slightly.
Je Gal Seung Ho felt the same.
“A condition…?”
“What sort of condition?”
“It’s not dangerous, is it?”
The three felt their backs dampen with sweat.
They sensed intuitively that if he would travel with them and aid them, his demand could hardly be trivial.
For a moment they waited tensely, wondering what on earth this man desired, until her lips parted.
“He wishes for you to serve him.”
Yang Se Ryeong spoke carefully.
And well she might—those gathered here were accustomed to being waited upon, not to waiting upon others.
To serve someone of unknown identity could easily wound their pride.
‘In Kangho, some value their dignity more than their lives.’
She’d already resolved that if they refused, she alone would follow him.
Their expressions became, as expected, bewildered.
Who were they?
Direct heirs of the Eight Great Families.
So they’d assumed he’d demand some precious medicine or vast sums of money.
When the three faltered at this entirely unexpected answer, Yang Se Ryeong spoke once more.
“What will you do?”
Je Gal Seung Ho collected himself and answered.
“I agree to it.”
“You’re certain? Serving someone you don’t even know?”
“Ha. Is that not a bargain when set against the price of our lives?”
Je Gal Seung Ho spoke as though it were obvious.
Face? Pride?
‘What does it matter? We’ll worry about that once we’re alive.’
But he wasn’t alone in that sentiment.
“It’s of no consequence.”
Even Peng Cheol Wi, whom Cheon Hui had thought most sensitive to such matters, gave a nod of agreement.
“If we can survive by traveling with you, then of course we can manage that.”
The three of them then turned their eyes to Hwang Bo So Hyeon, the only one who had yet to answer.
She hesitated for a moment.
The pride of the Hwang Bo clan ran deeper than that of any other great family.
It was a place where they preached that honor must be kept, even unto death.
But her hesitation was brief.
“I agree as well.”
Hwang Bo So Hyeon replied softly.
Hearing three affirmative answers, Yang Se Ryeong approached Cheon Hui and spoke.
“Just give us your command whenever you wish.”
“Hmm. Is that so?”
Cheon Hui drew nearer to them.
Their faces were haggard with exhaustion, and their Martial Robes were torn completely to shreds.
But what of it?
Whether they were tired or on the verge of collapse.
Cheon Hui looked at them and opened his mouth.
“Do you know how to hunt?”
At his sudden question, they all exchanged confused glances, simply staring at Cheon Hui.
“Do you know or not?”
Cheon Hui, furrowing his brow, pressed the question again.
“I’ve hunted before, in years past.”
“I have never done it.”
“I’m not particularly good at it, either…….”
The three scrambled to answer.
Cheon Hui glanced sideways at Yang Se Ryeong.
“That doesn’t match what you said before…….”
“Well, that is…….”
Yang Se Ryeong’s eyes darted about.
Realizing only then that she’d misunderstood what hunting meant, she cast about in desperation — and spotted Mo Yong Sang.
‘That’s right — Mo Yong Sang enjoys hunting as a pastime!’
Recalling his words from their journey, when he’d offered to handle provisions during their travels, she immediately pointed to him.
“Mo Yong Sang is skilled at hunting.”
“That man?”
“Yes, he is.”
Cheon Hui fixed his gaze on Mo Yong Sang.
“He’s lying face down.”
“It’s because of his Internal Injury. He should regain consciousness soon…….”
“So I’m supposed to wait until then?”
“Then perhaps Peng Cheol Wi could…….”
The moment Peng Cheol Wi’s eyes met Yang Se Ryeong’s, he let out an awkward laugh.
“I’ll go hunting right now……. Ugh.”
Peng Cheol Wi cried out in pain as he tried to rise. The wound along his ribs still burned, and his face twisted in agony.
“Are you……all right?”
Hwang Bo So Hyeon moved to steady him.
Cheon Hui looked at them all with an expression of disbelief.
“Great……Master.”
Yang Se Ryeong spoke, cold sweat beading on her brow.
“We’ve just been through that attack…….”
“How is that my concern?”
“Then we’ll prepare rice without meat instead.”
“But meat is important.”
“Then, what about dried meat? Would that work?”
Yang Se Ryeong fumbled through her sleeves as she spoke.
“I brought some dried meat with me.”
“That gets tiresome.”
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed.
Dried meat—he was sick of it by now.
‘What choice did he have.’
Cheon Hui’s gaze turned toward Mo Yong Sang.
“So this man is skilled at hunting, then?”
“He’s said to have taken up hunting as a hobby since long ago.”
“Is that so?”
He looked Mo Yong Sang up and down.
His complexion seemed fine enough—the unconsciousness had been brought on by the shock of internal injury.
‘All I need to do is clear his Qi and Acupoints.’
Cheon Hui approached Mo Yong Sang.
Then he picked up the scabbard wholesale.
“Sir, sir?”
“Gasp! Why are you taking the sword—”
“Why, why are you doing this?”
“Yelp!”
The four of them startled, moving to stop him.
Whoosh!
But Cheon Hui’s hand was faster.
The scabbard moved in a dazzling blur, rapidly striking every inch of Mo Yong Sang’s body.
Thwack! Thwack!
“Ack! Ack!”
Mo Yong Sang trembled violently, short gasps escaping his lips.
“Sir, sir!”
Cheon Hui paused mid-swing when he saw Yang Se Ryeong calling to him.
He furrowed his brow and asked.
“I’m busy—why are you calling?”
“Are you trying to kill Young Master Mo?”
Cheon Hui tilted his head.
“Why would I kill him? I need him alive to eat meat.”
“But, but those strikes just now—”
“This?”
Cheon Hui picked up the scabbard again.
“I’m clearing his blocked Qi and Acupoints.”
“But—?”
“It looks like he was given medicine, but his meridians have completely hardened from the internal injury. I need to clear this first so the medicine can be properly absorbed and he’ll wake up.”
Yang Se Ryeong blinked, clearly not understanding.
“If you don’t understand, just stay quiet over there.”
Cheon Hui looked at her with eyes of contempt before swinging the scabbard again.
The relentless beating resumed at once!
The blows came so fast that dozens of afterimages of the scabbard seemed to shimmer in the air.
Gulp—
At such merciless strikes, the attendants didn’t even dare open their mouths to protest.
“Hmm, quite a lot blocked up.”
Cheon Hui moved the scabbard even more brilliantly, striking harder.
From shoulders to the soles of his feet.
Thorough and merciless!
After blinking roughly ten times—
“Cough!”
Mo Yong Sang spat up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing the blood, Cheon Hui nodded.
“Now it’s clear.”
Only then did Cheon Hui put away the scabbard and step back; the attendants glanced at one another cautiously before approaching Mo Yong Sang.
“Young Master Mo!”
“Are you all right?”
“Are you well?”
“Are you okay?”
As the four of them hurried to check on his condition—
“Gasp!”
Mo Yong Sang’s eyes snapped open.
As if waking from a nightmare, he clutched his head and slowly sat up.
“This… how is this possible…….”
The junior disciples stared in bewilderment as Mo Yong Sang rose to his feet, seemingly unharmed.
“Your internal injuries—are they healed?”
At Peng Cheol Wi’s words, Mo Yong Sang snapped back to awareness and hurriedly examined his Lower Dantian.
And he gasped.
“I… it’s completely healed. My internal injuries are gone. How is this even possible…….”
The four of them froze.
Then Peng Cheol Wi’s eyes widened.
“Could it be… Pushing Palace and Passing Through Acupoints?!”
“Pushing Palace and Passing Through Acupoints?”
“Pushing Palace and Passing Through Acupoints?!”
Yang Se Ryeong and Je Gal Seung Ho gasped in horror.
Pushing Palace and Passing Through Acupoints was a technique for drumming open blocked Qi and Acupoints—a method that none but the most elite masters could execute.
“For someone so young to perform Pushing Palace and Passing Through Acupoints.”
“And I’ve heard it’s something only done for someone truly close—to use it on someone met for the first time…….”
Meanwhile, Mo Yong Sang, who had lost consciousness and known nothing of what transpired, masked his bewilderment poorly as he murmured.
“What do you mean?”
Je Gal Seung Ho answered his question.
“The Master used Pushing Palace and Passing Through Acupoints to heal your internal injuries.”
“The Master?”
At Mo Yong Sang’s question, Je Gal Seung Ho simply jerked his chin toward Cheon Hui.
“Him?”
Mo Yong Sang’s expression grew complicated.
It was hard to believe.
Then Je Gal Seung Ho added further words.
“And you should thank Miss Yang as well.”
“Thank her for what…….”
“Miss Yang gave you Internal Injury Medicine when you were wounded.”
“Miss Yang did that?!”
Mo Yong Sang sprang to his feet.
He cupped his fist in salute toward Yang Se Ryeong and bowed deeply.
“I will never forget this kindness.”
“It’s nothing…….”
Yang Se Ryeong had been about to wave it away as usual, but she caught sight of Cheon Hui and stopped herself.
“Then can you hunt for us?”
“Hunt? You mean… hunt?”
Mo Yong Sang was taken aback.
Hunt, all of a sudden?
At that moment, a shadow fell across his path and Cheon Hui came into view.
“You…….”
Mo Yong Sang, looking up at Cheon Hui, hesitated before cupping his fist in salute and bowing again.
“I hear you saved my life. I swear I will repay this debt.”
“Never mind that for now.”
Cheon Hui cut off his words.
He had no interest in pleasantries at the moment.
There was something more pressing.
“Just go hunt us some game.”
At words identical to Yang Se Ryeong’s, just as Mo Yong Sang grew flustered, Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to hunt?”
“That’s not it, but… why suddenly hunting…….”
“Why? To eat meat, obviously.”
“I… see……?”
Not long after, Mo Yong Sang returned with two rabbits, and Yang Se Ryeong stripped away their fur.
Then she skewered them and held them over the fire Je Gal Seung Ho had built.
Sizzle, sizzle—
The rich aroma rose with the smoke.
‘Of course. Meat.’
As Cheon Hui waited for the rabbit to roast golden brown,
“Er, Master.”
Je Gal Seung Ho spoke up.
“May I ask just one thing?”
Cheon Hui glanced over and spoke.
“What is it?”
“Are we deliberately going slowly now to wait for the Sun Moon Sect to attack?”
“You’ve got a sharp eye.”
……!
The junior disciples turned pale.
The Sun Moon Sect—who didn’t know what it was?
One of the Five Emperor Sects, it wielded a power unmatched among the Evil Sects, a colossal faction of fearsome reputation.
Je Gal Seung Ho swallowed hard.
“Isn’t this reckless beyond measure?”
His voice trembled.
He had expected as much, but hearing it aloud left him speechless at such boldness.
No—boldness wasn’t the right word.
This was recklessness.
‘It’s madness!’
Who in their right mind would stand alone against the Sun Moon Sect?
Even a patriarch of the Eight Great Families—it made no sense.
“Having suffered defeat from the Half Moon Gang, the Sun Moon Sect will send an even stronger force.”
Sweat beaded on Je Gal Seung Ho’s forehead.
Now that he had joined them, he was in the same boat—there was no separating from it.
But to attempt something this mad was to invite death itself.
‘I need to persuade him. He’s certainly an enemy of the Sun Moon Sect, so if I claim to help him and pull in the strength of the Shin Chang Yang Family…….’
Je Gal Seung Ho was turning the calculation over in his mind when—
“Of course I know that.”
A voice cut through his thoughts.
“That’s been my aim from the start.”

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