Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 166

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Episode 166
“Who made this?”
Cheon Hui tilted his head, studying the Blood Dragon Sect Master and his disciples intently.
He had witnessed countless forms of Qi over the years.
Confucian Qi Technique, Daoist Qi Technique, Buddhist Qi Technique—and all manner of Yin-Yang Five Elements energies besides.
Even the Counter-Heaven forces: Demonic Qi, Evil Qi, and Blood Qi.
But this was different.
It wasn’t Yin-Yang Five Elements, nor was it Counter-Heaven either.
It simply didn’t belong to this world.
Like something artificially constructed.
‘It’s closer to a shell masquerading as Qi.’
Cheon Hui’s gaze fixed upon them.
The Qi they emanated felt like something forcibly driven into their bodies—a ‘something’ that didn’t belong.
Then they stiffened their spines.
Their crimson, bloodshot eyes—drool still glistening from their lost consciousness—began to clear.
Pupils emerged with sharp black-and-white distinction. Yet their gaze remained unfocused, drifting nowhere.
They simply stared ahead.
‘Their eyes have cleared, but their consciousness remains lost?’
On the surface they appeared whole, but inside they seemed utterly hollow.
Much like the Qi they now radiated.
“The False Heart Technique……!”
An excited voice rang out then.
Cheon Hui saw Cheon I Gae staring at the Blood Dragon Sect Master and his disciples, eyes gleaming.
He made no effort to hide his joy.
“So this is the place after all…….”
“The False Heart Technique?”
“Agh!”
Cheon I Gae jumped at Cheon Hui’s sudden appearance, clutching his chest with a hand while his heart still hammered wildly. He grumbled sourly.
“Why do you keep appearing out of nowhere! I thought my heart was about to stop!”
Cheon Hui ignored Cheon I Gae’s sharp retort and asked what he wanted to know.
“What kind of Heart Technique is that? It doesn’t look like any ordinary one.”
At the question, Cheon I Gae’s mouth twisted upward.
“Why? You want to know?”
His sinister smile widened as he fixed his gaze on Cheon Hui, his lips moving to speak.
“That is…….”
It was just as he began to say something.
Whoosh!
The Blood Dragon Sect Master and his disciples lunged forward.
But something was odd.
They weren’t targeting Cheon Hui, who had knocked them down—only Cheon I Gae.
Cheon I Gae’s face twisted in fury.
“Damn it all!”
His gravelly voice spitting curses, he drew up his Internal Force and set his feet moving.
Sway—
His body swayed as if drunk, leaving afterimages in its wake.
It was the Drunken Eight Immortals Step, regarded as the most distinctive footwork in Gae Bang.
“Why are you coming after me! It was that bastard who took you down, not me!”
Evading their relentless assault, Cheon I Gae cursed aloud.
From his perspective, it was entirely unjust.
He hadn’t laid a hand on them—hadn’t done anything to them at all!
Yet they were attacking only him.
But the Blood Dragon Sect Master and his disciples seemed deaf to his words entirely, their mouths sealed as they violently swung their weapons toward Cheon I Gae.
As Cheon I Gae dodged their strikes with the Drunken Eight Immortals Step, veins bulged across his forehead.
“These damned bastards…….”
Cheon I Gae trembled, clenched both fists tightly, and gritted his teeth.
“You dare look down on an old vagrant! Fine—come at me if you dare!”
Only then did his momentum shift dramatically.
Pure white Qi rose from his body, slowly wrapping around his hands.
Cheon Hui’s eyes locked onto him.
‘The Drunken Eight Immortals Technique……?’
Interest flickered across his eyes.
The Drunken Eight Immortals Technique was a bizarre and arcane art—one so rarely mastered even within Gae Bang that practitioners were nearly impossible to find.
The training process was eccentric, and few had the inclination to pursue it.
A crisp smile spread across his lips.
Could anything be more fascinating than this?
‘A collision between a Qi I’ve never seen before and the Drunken Eight Immortals Technique… this ought to be entertaining.’
Just then, Cheon I Gae planted his stance.
Boom!
With a thunderous sound, his form transformed into a single gust of wind.
Fired forward at tremendous speed, he targeted the Blood Dragon Sect Master first.
Whoosh!
He burrowed through the whirling blades and brought both fists together as one.
‘Strike the head first, and…’
Recalling the method carved into his mind through countless battles, he channeled his inner power into his right fist and unleashed it in an instant.
Fuuuuung—
The fist force tearing through the void carried overwhelming momentum.
That momentum grew more violent with each instant of extension, generating a whirlwind in its wake.
It struck the Blood Dragon Sect Master’s chest.
Splurt!
With a ghastly sound, the Blood Dragon Sect Master’s body flew backward and crashed into the wall.
Crash!
He was immediately buried beneath the rubble.
“Impudent! Just because I’m famous as an information broker rather than a martial artist doesn’t mean I’m weaker than a wretch like you.”
Cheon I Gae laughed sharply and brushed off his hands.
The area around him was a wreck.
The ground where he’d planted his left foot cracked like a spider’s web from the sheer force and inner power he’d poured into that punch.
The Blood Dragon Sect disciples couldn’t even approach—they were all hurled backward by the backlash and lay sprawling on the ground.
“Now that I’ve caught your tail, I need to know your true identity. Ah, but first I’ll have to seal your Dantian…”
Just as he advanced confidently toward the Blood Dragon Sect Master.
Crack-crack-crack—
At the sound, his brow furrowed.
The rubble stirred, and the Blood Dragon Sect Master was rising to his feet.
Cheon I Gae’s lips twitched.
The way the man was raising himself troubled him deeply.
“…You withstood the Jade Breaking Fist?”
The Jade Breaking Fist he’d unleashed was among Gae Bang’s most destructive techniques.
Even a peak master would have been knocked unconscious cold by a direct hit.
Yet this weakling not only survived it—he’d gotten back up without a scratch.
“He must have learned an external technique…”
Cheon I Gae fell silent.
More accurately, he had no choice but to fall silent.
The state of the risen Blood Dragon Sect Master was far from normal.
“How is he even standing like that?”
The mark of the Jade Breaking Fist was vividly imprinted across his chest.
Blood streamed from his mouth in rivulets.
It was a severe wound—broken ribs and internal injuries that should have left him bedridden—yet he rose with the expression of someone entirely unbothered.
“You fool! Stay still! Your body is in the worst possible state right now. If you move any more, you’ll die!”
Cheon I Gae shouted urgently.
His purpose here was information gathering, not the death of the Blood Dragon Sect Master.
Then it happened.
An incredible transformation began.
Crackle-crackle-crackle—
An eerie sound filled the air, and white vapor rose from his mouth.
Immediately after, his entire body flushed crimson, accompanied by the thundering pulse of his heartbeat.
In the next instant, white steam erupted from every pore of his body, and the wound across his chest sealed itself at remarkable speed.
“What manner of abomination is this…”
Cheon I Gae’s mind went blank.
If not for the torn martial robe across his chest, it would have been nearly impossible to believe he’d taken the Jade Breaking Fist at all—his appearance was so utterly serene.
A wound from the Jade Breaking Fist should have meant at least half a year of bedrest as a severe injury.
Yet he was healing like this?
It would have been impossible, no matter what miraculous elixir one consumed.
By the time Cheon I Gae stood dazed, staring blankly,
“That’s strange.”
Cheon Hui’s eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
More precisely, his gaze had fixed upon the transformation unfolding within the man’s body.
“Just now, his Innate True Qi stirred and wrapped around his form, mending the wounds at remarkable speed.”
At first glance, it merely appeared as if the injuries had closed, but the qi dwelling within the Blood Dragon Sect Master’s body had mingled with his Innate True Qi and manifested anew.
‘Even accounting for the use of Innate True Qi, that degree of recovery is impossible. Which means that qi must be the driving force.’
“You called it the Wiyou Heart Technique, didn’t you?”
Cheon Hui turned over in his mind the name of the martial art that Cheon I Gae had mentioned, a faint smile spreading across his lips.
His interest deepened further.
In that qi, and in the originator of the Heart Technique that had birthed it.
At that moment, the Blood Dragon Sect Master came rushing forward again.
His speed bore no comparison to before.
Deploying a footwork that bordered on madness—one that hurled him forward with singular focus—he unleashed a razor-sharp Claw Technique directly at Cheon I Gae’s head.
Cheon I Gae’s eyes widened in shock.
The Blood Dragon Sect Master’s Inner Power had surged dramatically higher than mere moments before.
‘He’s grown stronger than he was just now. Is this the true nature of the Wiyou Heart Technique’s strange power?’
Hastily, he drew upon his own Inner Power.
Then, against the Claw Technique that carried such a murderous edge it seemed ready to sever his head clean off, he thrust both palms outward.
It was the Jade Breaking Divine Palm.
In the next instant, their hands collided.
Boom!
The Blood Dragon Sect Master’s wrist twisted violently.
But just as quickly, his hand snapped back into place, and he launched a follow-up strike immediately.
“Damn this cursed—!”
A curse escaped him unbidden.
As Cheon I Gae whipped his head aside, a sharp gust of wind whistled past his cheek.
Immediately after, a chilling murderous intent washed over him.
At some point, the Blood Dragon Sect disciples had surrounded him, closing in on all sides.
“Curse not your fate, even in death!”
He deployed the Drunken Eight Immortals Step once more.
With a staggering gait, Cheon I Gae dodged the weapons of the rushing disciples by a hair’s breadth and unleashed successive palm strikes.
Boom! Boom!
A flurry of inspired Palm Wind erupted in rapid succession.
The disciples were knocked backward, tumbling across the ground—but.
Cheon I Gae’s expression had darkened considerably.
‘Why have these bastards become so damn durable?’
His hands tingled and ached.
As if he had struck unyielding stone, the shock reverberated fully through his palms.
And that was far from all.
The disciples who had been sprawled on the ground were slowly rising to their feet again.
“You madmen! Stay down! Don’t you dare get up again, or I swear you’ll die! You’ll die!”
Cheon I Gae bellowed the warning.
But despite his shout, they began their assault anew.
“These fools aren’t even desperate to throw their lives away.”
Growing visibly exasperated, he turned his head and cried out toward Cheon Hui.
“How much longer will you stand watching? Do you want to see this old man die?”
It was a ridiculous cry.
No matter how continuously they recovered and launched their attacks, the limits were clear.
Innate True Qi was not infinite, after all.
And Cheon I Gae’s skill already far exceeded theirs.
Death would not befall him; he would not even sustain wounds.
Yet Cheon I Gae called out once more, regardless of circumstance.
“Help me out here! We need to knock some sense back into these brutes!”
In ordinary times, he would have dismissed such words.
But Cheon Hui prepared to step forward.
Not to aid Cheon I Gae, but because interest had taken root in those disciples themselves.
“I want to clash with that qi myself. To understand just what manner of power it truly is.”
Cheon Hui’s eyes blazed with an unmistakable gleam.
He stepped forward once more.
Thump—
The atmosphere shifted violently in that instant.
The Blood Dragon Sect Master and his disciples, who had been about to strike at Cheon I Gae, turned their heads toward Cheon Hui for the first time, and hesitated.
Their instincts had sent out a warning.
Do not approach that man!
Cheon Hui laughed softly at the sight of them.
“Why are you so scared? If you’ve lost your rationality, shouldn’t you be charging in on pure instinct?”
He spoke deliberately, leaving himself wide open.
Yet the Blood Dragon Sect Master and his disciples trembled without mercy, unable to move.
Was it because they had lost their rationality?
They were in a state where they had no choice but to rely on instinct above all else.
And because of that, they could not move.
Like a deer frozen stiff as a dead tree when it catches sight of a tiger.
“This won’t work then.”
Cheon Hui clicked his tongue with displeasure.
He wanted to know exactly what kind of aura they were giving off. To do that, the most important thing was for them to attack with all their strength, but—
“There must be another way.”
Just as Cheon Hui was thinking through his options.
“Did you do something? Well done!”
Cheon I Gae, ignorant of Cheon Hui’s thoughts, rejoiced greatly at their halt.
“You stay right there. Once I seal their Dantians, their minds will—”
In the very moment he moved excitedly toward the Blood Dragon Sect Master and his disciples.
Whiiiip—
A whistle sound rang out from afar.
The sound, carrying subtle Inner Power, vibrated through the air and arrived rapidly.
‘Sound Technique?’
The moment Cheon Hui turned his head in that direction, having read the Inner Power woven into the piercing whistle.
“What—!”
Cheon I Gae cried out.
And at that same moment, the Blood Dragon Sect Master, having forgotten his instinctive fear, rushed at Cheon Hui.
“So that was it.”
Cheon Hui, who had quietly climbed onto the eaves and was holding his breath, watching the one who had hidden there.
Whiip!
The Blood Dragon Sect Master’s hand swept through the air.
The instant he began to unleash the Blood Dragon Claw, Cheon Hui was already moving.
Snap.
Cheon Hui, gazing intently at the Blood Dragon Claw, raised his left hand and grasped the Sect Master’s wrist.
“Show me more. You’ve already drawn upon your Innate True Qi—don’t make a fool of yourself now.”
Tendons rippled across the Blood Dragon Sect Master’s arm.
Then came the sound of rupturing muscle, and his Inner Power surged forth violently.
White vapor rose into the air.
Meanwhile, his muscles repeatedly collapsed and reformed in quick succession.
“Is that all you have?”
Cheon Hui spoke coldly, as though tossing him aside.
The Blood Dragon Sect Master’s face had grown deeply lined, and half his hair had turned white.
“Is this the limit? Hmm, for something born from the sacrifice of Innate True Qi, it’s somewhat disappointing. Or rather, judged by his original strength, it’s actually surprising.”
Cheon Hui yanked the Blood Dragon Sect Master forward with force and extended his right palm ahead.
Crack!
His palm crushed into the Sect Master’s face.
Then, releasing the grip on his wrist, he drove the body down into the ground without mercy.
Boom!
As the back of his head sank nearly an inch into the earth, cracks spider-webbed across the ground.
“Don’t let your guard down! He’ll get back up!”
Cheon I Gae shouted urgently.
And just as he said.
The Blood Dragon Sect Master pressed both palms against the ground and rose, meeting Cheon Hui’s eyes.
And the moment he lifted his hands.
Spurt—
A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.
The dark blood painted over the crimson Blood Dragon embroidered on his Martial Robe, and then he collapsed.
Cheon Hui turned his body.
The Blood Dragon Sect Master fell past Cheon Hui, his face plowing straight into the ground.
“……!”
Cheon I Gae’s mouth fell open.
He had been exchanging blows with the Blood Dragon Sect Master and could feel how solid the man was.
But to fall from a single strike—
“Similar to the Yin-Yang Gu.”
Cheon Hui looked at the fallen Blood Dragon Sect Master.
The technique he had just deployed.
The momentum contained within it had read the Qi that had dominated the Blood Dragon Sect Master’s body.
Cheon Hui’s gaze lifted.
More precisely, toward the eaves above.
“So you control those who’ve mastered the Wiyou Heart Technique using that Sound Technique?”
“…….”
There was no answer to the question.
“Or not?”
“…….”
Still silent.
“I gave you a chance, but you keep refusing it.”
As Cheon Hui spoke, he extended his palm.
Crash!
The eaves shattered, and debris rained down below in a scatter of splinters.
“Ah! What are you doing right now?”
As Cheon I Gae scrambled in surprise at the sudden Palm Wind, dodging the falling debris.
“When did you figure it out?”
A sinister voice drifted down.
Inner Power tinged the voice subtly—the same person who had whistled just moments before.
“From when you hid like a rat behind the Wall, sneaking a look at the situation.”
“…….”
“More than that—how much longer will you hide and deploy that worthless Sound Technique? The ones you were trying to control are already frozen in place; they won’t even listen to your commands.”
Cheon Hui pointed at the Blood Dragon Sect disciples.
Despite receiving the Sound Technique’s commands, they were unable to move like their master had.
“Pathetic fools.”
A chilling voice struck like a hammer.
“I granted them the power they so desperately desired, yet they can’t even execute something as simple as an order…….”
“Your Sound Technique is just weak, that’s all.”
“…….”
“And you wanted this anyway—to use them like puppets. Of course, you failed because your skill is mediocre.”
“……You have no fear of the world, it seems.”
“Right. I never have. So why don’t you show me once—”
Cheon Hui laughed sharply.
“—just how terrifying the world can be?”

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