Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 211

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Episode 211
“What did you just say?”
Dang Jeok’s face twisted.
Merely hearing the Daoist from Huashan speak was enough to kindle his rage, but the worried looks directed at him from his own people only fanned the flames higher.
“Do you have any idea who you’re spouting such nonsense to right now?”
Cheon Hui held Dang Jeok’s glare with a steady gaze, then twisted one corner of his mouth into a thin smile.
“Who else? You.”
“……You worm.”
Dang Jeok ground his teeth.
That confident face staring back at him grated unbearably.
“Just because a surprise attack happened to succeed, you think yourself superior to me?”
The moment anger-laden words flowed from his lips.
Ssshhhhh―
A violet mist settled low across the floor.
“What is this?!”
Peng Cheol Wi immediately threw himself forward.
With both arms raised high, he moved to block the mist pouring from Dang Jeok, and shouted.
“Everyone, fall back! It’s poison!”
The shout, imbued with Internal Force, spread throughout Taean Inn, and those eating on this floor cried out in alarm and fled in a panicked rush.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Help! It’s poison! Everyone, run!”
“The Sa Cheon Tang Family is unleashing a poison art!”
In an instant, the inn’s interior became a scene of chaos, and people streamed out like a receding tide.
And moments later.
Only Cheon Hui’s party remained on this floor, along with Dang Jeok and the escort warriors he had brought.
Whoosh―
Cheon Hui, who had been standing in a confrontational stance, at last drew his blades and rose to his feet.
With two swords hung at his waist, Cheon Hui rolled his neck and looked toward Dang Jeok.
“You need to get your head in order…….”
Even as he spoke, Dang Jeok’s eyes grew cold and he moved his feet.
Whoosh―
In an instant, his form vanished.
Or rather, his movement was so blindingly fast that it appeared as though his form had disappeared.
“The Speed Technique is quite accomplished…….”
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed.
When he began to move his feet, the movements and flow that Dang Jeok displayed were among the finest Speed Techniques he knew.
“Pity the one executing it falls short.”
Meanwhile, as Dang Jeok circled around Cheon Hui seeking an opening, his gaze grew sharp.
‘Does he think I’ll fall for the same trick again?’
His previous humiliation had been his own error.
He had grown careless, overwhelmed by an unexpected surge of presence from his opponent.
‘This time, I won’t fall for it.’
His eyes took on a venomous glint.
The Sa Cheon Tang Family was renowned for poison arts, but their hidden weapon techniques were equally famous.
And to properly deploy hidden weapon techniques, one needed to master two things.
The first was a method to handle hidden weapons smoothly and with facility.
The second was a body technique optimized for deploying hidden weapons with maximum efficiency.
And now Dang Jeok was closing the distance while executing the Dark Dragon Blood Step—a concealed, secretive body technique from the Tang Family’s repertoire, the most perfectly optimized for hidden weapon deployment.
More covert and swift than ever before.
Having closed the distance to mere paces from Cheon Hui in a single burst, Dang Jeok suddenly thrust his right hand, which had been hanging limp at his side, sharply upward.
A violet-tinged poisoned hand.
One of the Sa Cheon Tang Family’s hand techniques and the highest ascendant art among all the martial skills Dang Jeok had mastered—the Ja Un Sin Zhang.
Shhhhk―
In that moment, his sleeve shredded from the poison.
A virulent toxin pulled up beyond any control not only enveloped his hand but also wove a thick cloud of poisoned mist through the empty air.
As it gathered into a single mass and began to transform into clouds, he raised his head.
His gaze pierced toward Cheon Hui.
Confirming that Cheon Hui’s face remained fixed forward, as though he still hadn’t detected Dang Jeok’s position, Dang Jeok’s lips twisted viciously.
‘I won’t kill you just yet.’
With a sneer escaping his lips, Dang Jeok pushed forward with full force, unwilling to let this perfect opportunity slip away.
Crack!
The wooden floorboards beneath his feet caved inward.
At the same instant, Dang Jeok’s hand thrust upward with even greater speed, a trailing blur of motion following like a comet’s tail.
‘In exchange, I’ll serve you a humiliation far worse than the one you inflicted upon me.’
Just as the Ja Un Sin Zhang was about to strike Cheon Hui’s chin—Cheon Hui, who still appeared oblivious to the situation and was gazing straight ahead—
Cheon Hui’s eyes dropped suddenly.
“……!”
In that instant, a chill ran down Dang Jeok’s spine as those eyes pierced through him like daggers.
His gaze was crystalline, utterly devoid of emotion.
No shock. No alarm.
He looked at Dang Jeok the way one might regard an insect crawling beneath one’s feet—with absolute indifference.
Then those eyes narrowed to slits.
‘It doesn’t matter how he looks at me—what happens to you is already written.’
Dang Jeok clenched his teeth, dismissing the chill that had seized him moments before.
His palm had already reached the vicinity of Cheon Hui’s jaw, and by the time he’d noticed it, there was no way to block the Ja Un Sin Zhang.
That was the truth.
But that truth shattered.
Snap.
His hand was caught mid-strike.
Cheon Hui’s left hand had moved without warning, seizing his wrist and twisting it.
“……How did you—?”
The foundations of his understanding crumbled.
Even allowing for the principle of striking after one’s opponent moves, this was entirely different.
It was his jaw. His very jaw.
From the moment he’d launched his attack, he hadn’t even seen Cheon Hui move—and yet his wrist was already seized?
It made no sense.
Then, still gripping his wrist, Cheon Hui’s closed lips parted slowly.
“I’ve heard the Sa Cheon Tang Family stakes everything on poison arts. Yet you’re hardly impressive.”
Dang Jeok bit down hard on his lip.
More than the insult to himself, the mockery of his clan burned in him—his eyes bloodshot with fury as he glared at Cheon Hui for a moment.
Snap!
He twisted his hand sideways, catching Cheon Hui’s hand in turn.
Hands entwined, each grasping the other’s wrist.
Cheon Hui regarded Dang Jeok coolly in that locked position.
“That all you’ve got?”
“You’ve made a grave mistake.”
Dang Jeok spat the words out like something bitter.
And then—
Whoosh!
He unleashed the Gui Yuan Wan Du Qi Gong.
This time, transcending purple entirely, a sickly green aura poured from his hand, slowly corroding everything around where he stood.
“Fool. You dare grasp the hand of one versed in poison arts?”
The moment those cold words left his lips—
Sizzle.
His sleeve rapidly dissolved, his eyes themselves turning green.
Simultaneously, a vivid green aura completely enveloped Cheon Hui’s hand.
Just as Dang Jeok’s sleeve was melting away, his poison should have begun corroding Cheon Hui’s hand in moments.
And yet—
“……!”
Cheon Hui’s hand remained unchanged.
More than that—even his Sect Robe showed no sign of being affected by the poison.
Alarmed, Dang Jeok stared at him.
Cheon Hui looked down at him with a bored, disinterested expression.
“A grave mistake, you said? Is that all there is?”
Cheon Hui laughed coldly and twisted his left hand slightly. Their interlocked hands came apart instantly, and his hand slipped free with ease.
“How tedious.”
“How can you withstand the poison of the Gui Yuan Wan Du Qi Gong and remain so calm?! Are you perhaps naturally immune to all poisons?!”
Dang Jeok cried out in bewilderment.
The Gui Yuan Wan Du Qi Gong was the most exotic poison art cultivated by the Sa Cheon Tang Family—and it carried a truly formidable toxin.
Yet here he stood, unscathed!
“Not yet. At best, I’m just barely past the Heavenly Poison Invulnerability threshold right now.”
Cheon Hui spoke with measured calm.
“Though I suspect it won’t be long.”
“What nonsense are you—?!”
Dang Jeok’s startled cry cut through the air.
“There’s no point explaining further. Now I think it’s time I straightened out that head of yours.”
As he spoke, Cheon Hui lifted his scabbard.
Yet something about his posture felt oddly off.
It looked less like the stance of someone about to unfold a sword technique and more like someone carelessly swinging a stick to swat an insect.
The moment he began to swing the scabbard, Dang Jeok’s eyes went wide with horror.
“……!”
The scabbard, which had appeared to be swung at random, suddenly multiplied into dozens.
“This, this can’t be!”
He thrust his hands forward in desperation.
The Ja Un Sin Zhang, the Sam Yang Sin Zhang, the Dok Seung Pyeon Gwon—
He deployed countless techniques he’d mastered, attempting to intercept the dozens of scabbards.
Thwack-thwack!
The scabbards broke through or evaded his techniques, battering his entire body.
“Hack! Hack!”
As Dang Jeok found himself defenseless and taking a beating—
“Let go of this young master!”
“Stop this instant!”
The bodyguards, who had never expected Dang Jeok to need their help, sprang into motion.
Their sleeves fluttered.
Shwee-ee-ck!
Sharp hidden weapons hissed through the air.
“Oh, look at you lot!”
Cheon Hui, relishing his beating, caught sight of the incoming weapons and swung his scabbard.
Clang-clang-clang!
The weapons collided hard with the scabbard and rocketed back toward their owners.
“Huh!”
The bodyguards’ eyes widened at the unexpected counterattack.
But they quickly grasped the situation and stamped hard against the ground, leaping away.
Thud-thud-thud!
The weapons embedded themselves in the spot where they’d stood, and their eyes wavered.
What they’d deployed was the Yeon Hwan Sip I Cham, ranked among the top five hidden weapon techniques of the Sa Cheon Tang Family.
Even a master of the Wuji Realm would struggle to evade it completely without taking wounds.
Yet he had not only parried the attack—he’d sent the weapons back.
“Why are you barging in like this?”
Cheon Hui regarded them coolly.
“He said this was a personal matter. Surely the renowned Sa Cheon Tang Family doesn’t speak out of both sides of its mouth?”
The bodyguards’ eyebrows twitched.
Since Dang Jeok had stated this was a personal affair, their interference would indeed tarnish the family’s honor.
But how could they simply stand by?
Even as he spoke, his scabbard showed no sign of stopping!
“Your martial arts are lackluster, but your endurance is impressive.”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Hack, hack—please, no more…….”
Already sprawled on the ground, Dang Jeok curled into a ball to escape the scabbard’s strikes.
One of the bodyguards glared directly at Cheon Hui and spoke.
“This young master is already incapacitated. Perhaps you should stop?”
“Hm? Why should I?”
The bodyguard, stung by Cheon Hui’s indifferent tone, lost his patience and roared.
“Are you trying to make enemies of the entire family?”
“What are you talking about? This is between him and me—a personal matter.”
The bodyguards’ temples bulged as they saw the mockery in Cheon Hui’s smile.
“You brat!”
“Dare you show such disrespect?!”
As they erupted again, Cheon Hui let out an exasperated sigh.
“Good grief. You’re awfully loud.”
As he spoke, he lightened his footsteps.
In that instant.
Crack—
Splinters of wood scattered into the air.
Cheon Hui swung his scabbard in a wide arc toward the fragments, launching them straight at the escort guards.
Thud! Thud!
The splinters shot out in quick succession struck their pressure points with perfect accuracy.
“……!”
Watching the escort guards lock in place from the Jeom Hyeol strike, Cheon Hui spoke in a low voice.
“You stay right there and watch carefully. See what happens to this wretch.”
With those words, he raised his scabbard again.
And in that moment.
Whack-whack-whack-whack!
A merciless barrage of blows began—nothing like what had come before.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Dang Jeok twisted his body this way and that.
But Cheon Hui did not stop.
Rather, each time Dang Jeok’s body contorted, Cheon Hui struck the exposed flesh with relish.
“Hah…….”
Je Gal Seung Ho covered his face with his hand.
It was exactly as he’d expected.
“At least we can be grateful he has no intention of killing him.”
As Je Gal Seung Ho began to relax slightly.
“The Great Master remains as impressive as ever.”
“No, his skill seems to have improved even further than before.”
Hwang Bo So Hyeon and Peng Cheol Wi, watching from beside him, were lost in peculiar reflection.
What Cheon Hui was doing now to Dang Jeok with his scabbard resembled the Pressure Point Unsealing he had once used on Mo Yong Sang.
“Aagh! Gack! Ahhh!”
Lost in memories and other thoughts, they snapped back to attention at Dang Jeok’s continued screams.
It appeared similar to that time, but it was unmistakably different.
Mo Yong Sang’s had been Pressure Point Unsealing, but this was simply a beating.
Hwang Bo So Hyeon spoke carefully.
“But this is far too excessive…….”
Peng Cheol Wi, who had grasped the gravity of the situation alongside her, leaned in with a grave expression.
“Certainly, any further…….”
Just then, Dang Jeok, who could bear the pain no longer, seized Cheon Hui’s pant leg.
“C-cough, p-please, stop now…….”
Cheon Hui looked down at him.
Across his bare forearms were vivid marks from the scabbard and bruises scattered all over.
To anyone else, he would have looked pitiable—a complete mess.
“Yet you still wag that mouth of yours. Seems you can take a few more blows.”
Cheon Hui paid it no mind.
As he raised his scabbard again, Dang Jeok’s face went ashen.
“Young Master! You must stop now!”
Je Gal Seung Ho, watching the two of them, broke in urgently.
Nor was Je Gal Seung Ho alone.
“G-Great Master! You must stop!”
“You must cease.”
Hwang Bo So Hyeon and Peng Cheol Wi joined in as well.
If the beating continued, Dang Jeok might face a long recovery ahead.
And if that happened, Cheon Hui himself might find himself in an awkward position.
“If you continue, you will make a grave enemy of the Sa Cheon Tang Family.”
Whether he heard Je Gal Seung Ho’s words or not, Dang Jeok’s trembling lips moved with difficulty.
“I, I was wrong. This matter will not reach my family—I alone shall bear the burden. Please, I beg you, stop now…….”
Cheon Hui stared at Dang Jeok, who spoke nearly in tears, and his lips moved.
“You’ll bear it all yourself?”
Dang Jeok nodded up and down vigorously.
“Hmm, that’s hard to believe.”
“P-please, believe me.”
It was then that Dang Jeok spoke with desperate earnestness.
Snap!
Cheon Hui seized Dang Jeok by the collar and lifted him clean off his feet, their eyes meeting at last.
“Gah……!”
In that instant, Dang Jeok’s breath caught in his throat.
Two black eyes, fathomless.
The transparent, bottomless abyss contained within them gnawed at his mind.
It was a gaze unlike anything he had witnessed in all his days—something wholly alien.
Such eyes… could this man even be human?
His gaze bore down as though only he existed in all the world.
Solitary. Aloof.
Yet it suited him.
As if he had always been this way.
Then Cheon Hui’s lips curved upward, baring white teeth.
“This is the last one. There won’t be a next time.”
His voice was calm.
But to Dang Jeok’s mind, those words struck like lightning.
And in the next moment—
Gurgle—
Dang Jeok’s eyes rolled back, foam flecking his lips as he lost consciousness.
“Huh. I’ve never seen a man whose willpower was so utterly worthless.”
Cheon Hui cast the limp body aside as though discarding refuse, his motion fluid and casual.
Then, glancing at the escort guards, he drew his scabbard and unsealed their pressure points with swift precision.
“Ah! Young master—!”
“Are you unharmed, sir?”
Freed at last, they rushed to Dang Jeok’s side and began checking his condition with frantic hands.
Cheon Hui watched them for a moment, then spoke.
“Take him with you.”
The guards’ jaws tightened.
Fury burned in their chests.
Yet none of them possessed the courage or strength to challenge this man.
As they hoisted Dang Jeok onto their shoulders, turning to leave, Cheon Hui called out.
“Oh, wait. One more thing.”
The guards stopped in their tracks.
“……What is it, sir?”
One of the guards asked. Cheon Hui glanced around the ruined inn before speaking.
“Pay the damage to this inn before you go. You weren’t thinking of just wrecking the place and leaving, were you?”
The guard’s eye twitched.
True, they had destroyed much here—but half of this destruction was Cheon Hui’s doing.
Yet his tone suggested they should bear the entire cost.
The guard wanted to protest, but in the end he could only nod.
“……Very well, sir.”
Cheon Hui waved his hand dismissively.
The gesture said be gone—and though the guards felt their pride wounded yet again, they quietly departed from the inn.
“Tch. I’ve lost my appetite for this place.”
Cheon Hui grimaced at the acrid stench of poison lingering in the air, then fastened his scabbard to his waist.
He swept a final gaze across the devastation of the common room, then turned to his companions, his expression unbothered.
“I’m still hungry. Let’s find another inn and finish our meal.”

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