Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 164

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Episode 164
“You know the Gujul!”
Cheon Yang Gong, trembling with fury, bellowed the words, flecking spittle.
Filthy.
Cheon Hui turned his body sideways to dodge the spray and opened his mouth.
“I know because I know. Why ask the obvious?”
Cheon Yang Gong’s eyes filled with confusion.
The Gu Yu Ma Hwa Gong was the primordial Divine Technique of the Cheon Clan and the supreme Demonic Doctrine.
Thus, only two men within the Cheon Clan knew the second half of the Gujul.
“Only the Clan Lord and the Deputy Lord know the second half of the Gujul—how could you…”
“At my level, I know it.”
“What do you…”
“Hmm, experiencing it directly might be faster to understand than me reciting the Gujul.”
Cheon Hui’s hand moved.
Cheon Yang Gong, startled by the gesture, instinctively reached out to block—but…
Snap!
Cheon Hui brushed his hand away without mercy, as if swatting a fly.
“Stop wasting effort. From now on, just remember where I press.”
Before the words had even finished.
Tap-tap-tap—
Cheon Hui pressed upon Cheon Yang Gong’s meridians.
Starting with the Hundred Convergences point at the upper dantian, he struck forty-six vital acupoints throughout his body.
The speed was such that Cheon Yang Gong could barely manage to commit them to memory.
“Did you remember?”
In answer to Cheon Hui’s question, Cheon Yang Gong roused his Inner Force instead.
Whoosh!
Demonic Flowers bloomed from his body.
At the same moment, Cheon Yang Gong was shocked from within.
‘How is this possible…’
He had not intended to summon the Demonic Flowers.
He had merely circulated his Inner Force along the meridians Cheon Hui had just pressed—and yet…
The Gu Yu Ma Hwa Gong had moved of its own accord.
As naturally as water flowing from above to below.
‘Has such a thing ever happened…!’
Even as panic seized him, Cheon Yang Gong observed intently the flow of his Inner Power rushing through him.
And he focused his mind.
‘If it flows like this…’
The Inner Force circulating according to the Gujul of Gu Yu Ma Hwa Gong naturally followed the meridians just pressed, and soon formed a single channel.
The Dae Ju Cheon itself.
Flash!
Cheon Yang Gong’s eyes snapped wide open, and fierce Demonic Energy radiated outward in all directions.
“Ha, haha!”
Cheon Yang Gong threw back his head and released a laugh infused with power toward the heavens.
“To draw forth the Inner Force of Gu Yu Ma Hwa Gong to this extent and yet my sanity remains unbroken!”
Exultation welled up from deep within him.
Ever since leaving the Demon Church, he had believed there was no way to perfect the Gu Yu Ma Hwa Gong.
But now?
‘An opportunity has come to me after all!’
Yet then.
His chest suddenly sank.
‘Why hasn’t it ended?’
Though he had reached the final pressed acupoint, the Dae Ju Cheon had not completed.
That could mean only one thing.
“You deliberately withheld part of the Gujul.”
At his accusation, Cheon Hui smiled coldly.
“Did you think I’d gone mad and shown you everything? If I had, you’d run off exactly as you are now.”
The moment those words ended.
“Ugh!”
The Inner Force rushing powerfully through his meridians suddenly lost its path, severed abruptly, and began draining away rapidly.
At the same time, his head throbbed sharply.
Before the rampage could consume him, he quickly sealed his Internal Force, catching the warning signs in time.
“Well? The Gujul is correct, yes?”
……
Cheon Yang Gong, clutching his head and shaking it from the pain, spoke through narrowed eyes.
“When will you teach me the next part of the Gujul…….”
“I’ll know when I see what you do with it.”
Cheon Yang Gong’s eyebrows twitched.
He asked carefully then.
“……What exactly am I supposed to do?”
“Nothing much.”
Cheon Hui let out a thin laugh.
“Just work in my place.”
* * *
A short while later, Cheon Yang Gong arrived at the Maehwa Inn following Cheon Hui and furrowed his brow.
“Why are there so many people…….”
The Maehwa Inn was packed with customers, and a long line stretched from the entrance.
More than any place he’d seen recently, business was thriving to a remarkable degree.
Perhaps because of that.
Curiosity found its place in one corner of his mind.
‘Why are all these people lining up?’
But he forced it away.
What mattered now wasn’t that—it was what the man walking ahead of him had just said.
Cheon Yang Gong looked between the inn and Cheon Hui, asking, “You want me to work here at the inn?”
“Why? Do you hate it?”
Cheon Yang Gong’s brow creased.
“What exactly am I supposed to do at an inn? Attend to customers? Cook?”
“Your job is…….”
Cheon Hui was about to speak.
“Aaaahhh!”
“There’s a sword fight! Everyone run!”
A crash and clatter erupted inside the inn as guests rushed frantically out.
“Perfect timing. Follow me.”
Cheon Hui walked into the inn, against the flow of fleeing customers.
“I’ll slice your neck clean off!”
“Try it, if you dare! Your head will be severed before that!”
Two men stood facing off across a table, weapons drawn.
Cheon Hui pointed at them and spoke.
“See those bastards? Whenever someone like them causes trouble in the inn, beat them down.”
As he spoke, he met Cheon Yang Gong’s eyes.
“That’s your job here.”
“……You’re telling me to guard the inn?”
“Exactly. Easy, right?”
Cheon Yang Gong was speechless.
It was easy enough, but teaching him the Gujul of Gu Yu Ma Hwa Gong just to guard an inn……. How could this possibly make sense?
Then Cheon Hui pressed him.
“Start right now.”
“Right now?”
Cheon Hui pointed at the two men with his index finger.
“Those two are tearing up the inn—why aren’t you going? Don’t you want to learn the rest of the Gujul?”
At those words, Cheon Yang Gong showed a resigned expression and moved forward.
Then Cheon Hui sent a Sound Transmission.
『Don’t kill them. And don’t use Demonic Energy, obviously.』
“Tsk, you’re fussy.”
Cheon Yang Gong took a step forward.
Thump—
In that instant, his form vanished.
He appeared between the two facing men and extended both arms to either side.
Clap!
Cheon Yang Gong clamped both his palms over their mouths and lifted them up effortlessly.

“Ugh! Ugh!”
“Nnngh—!”
As they thrashed, Cheon Yang Gong gazed down at them, emanating a killing intent so palpable it seemed to poison the air itself.
Their eyes flooded with terror.
Drip. Drip.
Water droplets fell to the floor, one after another.
“Filthy wretches, the lot of you.”
Cheon Yang Gong released their faces as he watched the two lose control of their bladders, undone by the sheer weight of his killing intent.
“Get out of my sight. Now.”
The two, their backsides slamming against the wet floor, trembled violently at his words before scrambling to their feet.
Thump-thump-thump!
They bolted for the door without so much as a backward glance.
“Well done.”
Cheon Hui wore a satisfied smile.
“……Who exactly is that gentleman?”
O Manager approached, his expression etched with fear.
“As of today, he’s the one protecting the inn.”
“Protecting the……?”
O Manager swallowed hard.
The killing intent that had just emanated from that man was of a different order entirely from anything he’d ever encountered before.
Terrifying enough to keep one at a distance.
It was as though some legendary master of Kangho had descended upon them.
And yet……
‘If he’s on our side, that changes everything!’
The fear that had flooded O Manager’s eyes vanished in an instant.
“Allow me to pay my respects.”
He hurried over to Cheon Yang Gong.
“A pleasure to meet you, Great Master. I am O Manager, proprietor of this Maehwa Inn.”
Cheon Yang Gong’s brow furrowed.
“He’s not the owner?”
He pointed at Cheon Hui with his index finger, asking the question. O Manager broke into an awkward, nervous laugh, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
“Ha, ha. I made an investment……”
Just as O Manager was explaining his relationship with Cheon Hui, the Inn Attendant emerged from his hiding place in the corner, where he’d waited for the commotion to end.
“Is… is it over?”
He caught sight of Cheon Hui and broke into a bright smile.
“Daoist!”
The moment Cheon Yang Gong heard the Inn Attendant call him “Daoist,” he felt his ear twitch involuntarily, as though something had lodged inside it.
It was an absurd title.
To call someone with such formidable power and such ruthless technique a Daoist was beyond ridiculous.
‘It’s been so long since I used the Gu Yu Ma Hwa Gong that I must be hearing things.’
He laughed as he approached Cheon Hui.
“Daoist, shall I have your usual room prepared again?”
But something was off.
The ringing in his ears persisted.
“Daoist, what sort of tea would you like me to prepare?”
“Long Jing Tea.”
Only then did Cheon Yang Gong realize it wasn’t a hallucination. He pointed at Cheon Hui and cried out in disbelief.
“He’s the Daoist?!”
* * *
Time moved swiftly onward.
The snow had stopped falling, and the valley waters, frozen solid through the depths of winter, had begun to thaw.
Croak—
Right on cue, a frog, stirring from its long hibernation, leapt out through the gaps in the broken ice.
And the slightly warmer weather brought significant change to the Maehwa Inn as well.
‘Excellent!’
A smile never left O Manager’s lips as he tallied the accounts.
In the dozens of days since opening the Maehwa Inn,
he had sold an almost uncountable quantity of Suyul, and regular customers were beginning to trickle in one by one.
‘At this rate, I’ll have paid back every coin I owe him in less than a year.’
Though he’d expected things to go well, the money flowed in far faster than anticipated, and before he knew it, he was humming contentedly to himself.
‘I should hurry and have clothing made.’
The thought crossed his mind as he weighed accelerating the second plan.
Bang!
“Where’s this quarrel coming from!?”
A fight had erupted in the corner of the inn.
“Sigh, again.”
O Manager’s brow furrowed.
Though Cheon Hui had brought peace to the inn, not everything stayed quiet.
Some of the newcomers who’d arrived since then kept repeating this drunken rampage.
O Manager, exhaling heavily, approached Cheon Yang Gong, who was gulping wine in a corner seat, and made his appeal.
“Sir.”
“I know, I know. Why does the inn keep having brawls every other day?”
Cheon Yang Gong grumbled as he set down the wine bottle he’d been draining and rose to his feet.
“If you’re going to disrupt business, get out.”
The drunken man, who’d been kicking at a table, looked at him with glazed eyes.
“What? Leave? Old man, are you going senile or something…”
The loud man’s voice grew quieter and quieter.
Cheon Yang Gong was staring at him with such killing intent that it seemed he might strike the man dead.
Hic—
As the man’s hiccup escaped him, overwhelmed by that gaze, Cheon Yang Gong seized him by the collar.
“Hmph. No backbone at all.”
Cheon Yang Gong lifted him off the ground and hurled him straight out through the door.
The man flew through without once touching the floor, struck his head against the doorframe with a crisp crack, and
Tumble-tumble—
rolled across the dirt outside.
“Leave when you’re told, not after a beating.”
Cheon Yang Gong, now practiced at such evictions, brushed off his hands as he spoke.
Snort.
Heh.
Laughter rippled through the inn.
“There’s a great master inside, and he still carried on like that.”
“Tsk tsk. Seems he never heard the rumors about Maehwa Inn.”
They murmured, watching the fallen man.
Maehwa Inn was now doing better business than anywhere else in the region.
Part of that came from selling the unique item called Suyul, but there was another principle that mattered just as much.
No fighting.
No matter how skilled the master, they had to keep silent and hold their breath inside Maehwa Inn.
Every renowned master in these parts had been rolled across the floor just like this youth.
The dust-covered man who’d been rolling suddenly jumped up and shouted.
“How dare you lay hands on me? Do you know who I am…”
Just then something flew from the window.
Crack!
The man who took the hit simply toppled backward and lay stretched out on the ground.
“Noisy creature.”
Cheon Hui, having hurled the wine cup from the window, turned his gaze away from the scarred man.
‘Hmm?’
Someone was approaching from the distance.
“Master!”
Jeok Geom came rushing over, breathless.
“The Sect Master is calling for you!”

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