Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 142

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Episode 142
Do Ol and Gung Gi found themselves in turmoil.
Myeong Wol Do had once said that this man was the inheritor of the Swhort Heavenly Techniques.
But what was happening now?
The Swhort Heavenly Techniques were emitting Demonic Energy, of all things.
And not just any Demonic Energy—far more potent than usual.
“So he wasn’t the inheritor of the Swhort Heavenly Techniques after all. He’s learned Demonic Arts.”
Do Ol furrowed his brow as he spoke.
Gung Gi, by contrast, stiffened almost imperceptibly and murmured in a low voice.
“There are few in the current Gangho who possess Demonic Energy this intense. Surely not…”
In that instant, she recalled a single place.
The sacred ground of the Demonic Path, the apex of the Demonic Way.
A power that no single force, throughout all of history, could ever rival: the Tianma Divine Sect.
“…Have they come to Zhongyuan?”
Do Ol’s eyes, which had narrowed to slits at the same realization, curved with intensity.
“To think I’d encounter a Demonic Cultivator who learned Demonic Arts in a place like this.”
A bleak smile crossed his face.
Meeting a Demonic Cultivator in Zhongyuan was as rare as plucking stars from the sky.
For Demonic Cultivators were the enemies of the Gangho.
Yet to face a master emanating such potent Demonic Energy was an opportunity that would never come again.
Seeing Do Ol’s fighting spirit ignite, Gung Gi started forward in alarm and moved to block him.
“Wait, just a moment. If he’s a Demonic Cultivator of the Tianma Divine Sect, this is awkward…”
“Get out of the way!”
Do Ol shoved her aside.
“When will an opportunity like this ever come again?”
“…Have you lost your mind?”
Gung Gi’s voice rose higher than ever, sharp with irritation at being pushed away.
“If the Tianma Divine Sect has appeared in Zhongyuan, this is no small matter. Especially since he didn’t just display Demonic Arts—he unfolded the Swhort Heavenly Techniques as well. That means a demon beast…”
“That’s your concern, not mine.”
But Do Ol ignored her.
Having encountered a master of rare quality, he could not hear a word she said.
His senses were entirely focused on his opponent before him.
All of them concentrated solely on Cheon Hui.
“I do hope you’ll entertain me,” he murmured.
His momentum intensified.
The killing intent and fighting spirit that had already swelled taut now erupted outward like an explosion.
Boom!
He stamped down hard.
With such tremendous Internal Force behind it, the earthen ground overturned and dirt scattered into the air.
Through the haze of dust—
Shiii!
His sword thrust forward with keen sharpness.
The narrow blade sang out a sharp whistle as it cut swiftly through the air.
‘Quite fast,’ Cheon Hui thought.
In an instant, his eyes gleamed as he watched the sword tip approach his chest.
Movement as sudden as an arrow shot from a bow.
And the Swift Sword technique layered atop that speed was unparalleled.
An impressive level of Swift Sword mastery.
Even an expert of the Boundless Realm could suffer a fatal wound or death from such sword forms if caught off guard.
But his opponent was unfortunate.
‘Still slower than the Soul Seizing Demonic Smile,’ Cheon Hui reflected.
He deflected the sword lightly, as smoothly as water flowing.
“!”
Do Ol was startled at how easily Cheon Hui’s blade parried his strike.
Boom!
But he unleashed the Thousand Jin Hammer and halted him in place.
Only for a moment.
“Try dodging this!”
He stamped out a footwork pattern and thrust his sword forth anew.
Dozens of sword images materialized, now targeting every part of Cheon Hui’s body.
Head, eyes, nose, mouth, throat, heart—and more.
A Swift Sword that allowed no time to evade!
It was the Evil Shadow Sword Technique, the very sword art that had kept him alive through countless Life and Death Duels in the past and earned him the epithet Shadow Demon.
Cheon Hui gazed at the sword shadows.
‘Not quite what I expected.’
Cheon Hui, who had been calmly observing dozens of sword shadows, began to slowly grip the Demonic Sword’s blade.
A low whoosh!
In answer, Demonic Energy exploded outward.
Then the Demonic Energy naturally submitted and yielded to Cheon Hui as if by reflex.
It was only natural.
For him, who had once been the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, to refuse was impossible.
‘Demonic Energy really is easier to handle, isn’t it.’
It was comfortable and practiced in his hands.
No matter that he had now become a Daoist Priest of the Huashan Sect and learned the Plum Blossom Divine Art, in his past life he had spent a lifetime mastering Demonic Arts.
He raised his sword.
In that instant, dark thunder erupted violently from his eyes.
A low hiss—
At the same moment, the Demonic Energy moved beneath his will and ascended into a single flame.
“……!”
Do Ol’s breath caught.
‘Can such a thing even exist in this world…….’
It was a sight hard to believe.
The black flame blooming from the opponent’s blade fit nowhere in this world.
So utterly alien that it seemed to exist apart from everything else here.
As if defying the natural order itself.
Do Ol’s eyes narrowed.
Without knowing it, he realized he was being robbed of everything.
‘At this rate, I’ll be consumed!’
Do Ol bit his lip hard to keep his fading mind sharp.
A trickle of warmth—
The bitter taste of blood flooding his mouth snapped his senses awake.
Then the Internal Force in his Lower Dantian—
He pulled together every shred of Dou Xin Qi without leaving a drop.
‘The One Shadow Sword……is all I have!’
His blade transformed as he called to mind the final form of the Evil Shadow Sword Technique—its Ultimate Technique.
The sword’s trajectory unified into one, and the force contained within grew sharper still.
The realm of Body-Sword Unity!
His hand and sword became one, driving straight for Cheon Hui’s heart.
‘One strike! Victory or defeat in a single strike!’
His form shattered.
Or rather, he shot forward at such extreme speed that it appeared to shatter.
An astonishing flash—so swift that an observer might have doubted their own eyes!
Only after the blade had been swung—
did the sound catch up with a piercing shriek!
The noise itself arrived late.
Yet despite this incredible Swift Sword, Cheon Hui’s expression never wavered as he swept his sword wrapped in Black Flame.
Not even a deliberate technique—just a simple swing.
But the moment it overlapped with the Black Flame—
A roaring burst of flame!
The entire world burned in Black Flame.
“Kugh! What—what is this!”
Gung Gi swallowed hard and retreated.
‘What exactly is that Black Flame…….’
Her eyelashes trembled faintly.
Is this what Scorching Hell itself would be like?
Despite being ten paces away, the terrible heat crashed over her.
‘Such vicious Demonic Arts…….’
She recalled the scene from moments before.
The black flames that bloomed from the sword engulfed Do Ol whole.
And still the flames grew fiercer, burning everything to ash.
As if it would incinerate the entire world.
‘…Who is this person?’
Her mind grew tangled.
Why would someone who had mastered such Demonic Arts deploy the Swhort Heavenly Techniques?
And that was only the beginning.
A Demonic Cultivator who had touched the Ilwol Munpa and aided the Later Period Experts of the Bi Cheon Society.
‘What is his true purpose?’
Everything was riddled with questions.
‘Is the Tianma Divine Sect reaching back into Zhongyuan? Did he deliberately orchestrate a collision between the Bi Cheon Society and Sa Hyuk Ryeon? Then why didn’t he attack Sorim?’
As her head grew hot with countless doubts, the Black Flame began to clear.
Szzzzz—
A voice emerged as the flame dissipated.
“I haven’t fought in so long—I lost control.”
Cheon Hui shook his head lightly, regarding Do Ol sprawled motionless on the ground in a great cross.
“Hack!”
Do Ol’s chest heaved, and blood spilled from lips turned ashen.
The blackened blood dribbled across his white beard, staining it.
Then his gaze shifted.
His vision filled with trees burned completely to ash and the scarred earth beneath.
And in the center of it all, Cheon Hui stood.
‘The Evil Shadow Sword Technique shattered so completely…?’
Even now it was hard to believe.
The stroke just before was an Ultimate Technique that could inflict at least severe wounds even on a master of the Boundless Realm.
Yet he had been the one to receive it.
The handsome youth muttered then.
“Compared to before, this is too weak.”
Do Ol stared at him blankly.
‘…That overwhelming blade is weak?’
His eyes trembled.
Merely recalling that stroke made his body quake like this, yet he truly seemed dissatisfied.
“Gurgle—”
Do Ol tried to speak, but no words came—only blood flowed from his lips.
At that sound, Cheon Hui turned his head.
“Hm? You’re still alive?”
Cheon Hui glanced down at Do Ol, raised his sword, and drove it downward.
Thud!
The blade tore through flesh and pierced the heart.
“Aaaagh!”
Do Ol’s scream lanced through Cheon Hui’s ears like a needle. Blood sprayed upward, soaking his Martial Robe, and the iron-rich scent of gore stung the air.
Whirrrrr—
The Demonic Sword hummed softly, wet with blood.
Perhaps because it had tasted blood after so long, the Demonic Sword trembled, radiating thick Demonic Energy.
“Seems you like it.”
The Demonic Sword quivered as if in answer.
“I’ll feed you properly today.”
Cheon Hui, smiling faintly, raised his left foot.
Whoosh—
His form vanished in an instant, and the distance of twenty-odd paces collapsed in a single breath.
Seeing him approach, Gung Gi froze where she stood, and Cheon Hui spoke.
“Still, you didn’t run.”
“That distance—”
Gung Gi bit her lip.
It was to hide the trembling she couldn’t suppress.
‘I cannot win in direct confrontation.’
Her mind raced.
Her and Do Ol’s Martial Prowess were at comparable heights. But him—what was he?
He had killed Do Ol in one stroke with such savagery.
‘Yet if that’s the case…’
Her eyes gleamed with cunning intent.
She had something she could rely on.
At the same time, a viscous energy flowed from her entire body and spread insidiously.
Unlike Do Ol, she possessed a deadly weapon against men.
Demonic Qi, innate from birth.
And she blazed her eyes as she deployed the Demonic Heart Formation to amplify that Demonic Qi.
‘He won’t escape from this Demonic Qi.’
The sticky Demonic Qi coiled around Cheon Hui.
Demonic Qi combined with the Demonic Heart Formation was nearly impossible for any man to break free from, even a master of the Boundless Realm.
‘Unless he possessed the Martial Prowess of the Ilwol Munpa’s leader, it wouldn’t be possible.’
No matter what the others said about Do Ol being slain in a single move, she couldn’t believe he possessed that level of Martial Prowess.
Her gaze pierced into Cheon Hui.
With it, she drew up the Demonic Heart Formation and deployed the Demonic Absorption Technique.
‘Perfect.’
Not content with merely the Demonic Qi ensnaring him, upon confirming its deep penetration, her crimson lips twisted into a smile.
“Are you from the Divine Sect?”
“No.”
Gung Gi’s brow furrowed.
‘Not from the Tianma Divine Sect?’
She had unconsciously assumed he belonged to the Tianma Divine Sect.
And why wouldn’t one think so, when facing someone who possessed such intense Demonic Energy and Martial Prowess?
Her brow creased at the unexpected answer, and she questioned Cheon Hui again.
“Then are you alone? Or do you belong to another organization?”
She watched his lips intently, waiting for his response.
After a moment, his mouth opened, and a flat voice emerged.
“What would you do with that knowledge?”
“……!”
Gung Gi stumbled backward in shock.
“How are you still… even as my Demonic Qi penetrates you…….”
Cheon Hui’s lips curved with a sneer.
Her Demonic Qi failed to disturb his equanimity, let alone leave the smallest crack.
Unlike others, he had opened his Upper Dantian through the Absolute Supremacy Art.
Did she truly think she could enthrall him with Demonic Qi?
With such trivial Demonic Qi?
Not even a derisive chuckle escaped him.
“Did you actually think you could dominate me with such worthless Demonic Qi?”
“…….”
Gung Gi’s eyes narrowed to slits.
Her eyes, sharp as a fox’s, half-closed as she bore into him with an unwavering stare.
“Then let me show you what proper Demonic Qi looks like.”
Gung Gi spoke without inflection.
Though she couldn’t determine his true identity, she had obtained the most crucial information.
That he was not from the Tianma Divine Sect!
Now there was nothing to hold her back.
A long, slow grin spread across his face.
Cheon Hui’s lips stretched wide.
Simultaneously, his Demonic Energy merged with his smile, transforming into a Demonic Art he had frequently used in his past life.
A Demonic Art that seized the soul and spirit of its target.
The Soul Seizing Demonic Smile.
“……?!”
In that instant, Gung Gi’s body convulsed.
‘What… what is this!’
She felt something wrong.
The Demonic Qi she had possessed since birth suddenly vanished from her senses.
No—it was dissipating.
“What are you… what are you doing?”
“What am I doing?”
Cheon Hui’s smile deepened.
“The same thing you were.”
“What do you mean… Ugh!”
Wrinkles carved themselves across her face.
Deep lines etched themselves across her brow as she began to age rapidly.
The balance of her body, maintained by the Demonic Heart Formation against the Demonic Energy, had crumbled.
“Nnnngh!”
She cried out in anguish, quickly covering her face with both hands and glaring at Cheon Hui through the gaps between her fingers.
“Embarrassed by your true face?”
Cheon Hui smirked.
“How dare you……!”
She snapped her head up.
In the same instant, she moved the hand shielding her face down to her waist and gripped the Demonic Cord.
An action executed in a fraction of a heartbeat.
Whip!
Then she channeled her Internal Force into the cord.
The Snake Tail Sword—a technique born from the Demonic Heart Formation!
Moving like a serpent’s tail, true to its name, the Demonic Cord lashed toward Cheon Hui.
“Die!”
Cheon Hui regarded the cord with an indifferent gaze, then swung the Demonic Sword upward from below.
Slash!
The cord was severed in two.
Gung Gi stared at Cheon Hui, her expression hollow as she held the severed pieces of cord.
In that moment, her vision flooded crimson and the world split in half.
‘I should have fled sooner…….’
Before she could finish the thought, her consciousness drifted away.
Soon, a long line of blood began to trace down from her forehead.
Thud—
Her body crumpled to the ground.
Cheon Hui sheathed his blade as he looked down at what had been Gung Gi’s corpse.
“Demonic Arts really are the cleanest way to go about it.”
He drew the Demonic Sword again, his gaze distant.
“Satisfied now?”
The Demonic Sword hummed softly.
Cheon Hui sheathed it, the Demonic Energy swiftly concealed, and spun around.
“So now I head to Qinghai.”
He walked westward.
Leaving behind two corpses and the residue of Demonic Energy.
An hour passed.
“What on earth……?”
A man appeared.
It was Byeok Un Chang, known as a rising master within the Shinchangyang Family.
He had come searching when the guest suddenly disappeared, and he caught his breath at the sight before him.
The surrounding landscape looked as though a landslide had swept through.
And the two bodies lying in the wreckage were people he had seen just days before.
“Do Ol and Gung Gi……? What is this?”
He stared at the corpses, swallowing hard.
It was gruesome.
Do Ol’s heart had been pierced clean through, and Gung Gi lay deathly still.
“Could it be that man……?”
He thought of the guest he’d been searching for—the Handsome Youth—and shook his head violently.
“No. That’s impossible. Even the family head would have only a fifty-fifty chance against two such masters. Then what on earth…….”
As his pupils grew darker and deeper.
“Wait…….”
Cold sweat broke out across his back.
“The identity of the killer isn’t the problem.”
The situation had become complicated.
Do Ol and Gung Gi had arrived at the Shinchangyang Family just days ago.
But now they lay as cold corpses—and if word of this reached the Ilwol Munpa, what would they think?
‘Could our family be blamed for this…….’
His back grew slick with sweat.
If this became known and the situation spiraled into disaster…….
He spun around in panic.
This was not the time to wonder or think about who had done this.
“I have to tell the family head right away!”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————