Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 231

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Episode 231
“Kill him!”
With Wi Jung Yeon’s frenzied cry, the spears of the Nok Lim bandits thrust forward in unison.
Shriek!
From the honed tips emanated a chilling Killing Intent that swept through the air, streaking toward Cheon Hui.
It was a different momentum than when attacking the escort agents.
He understood it instinctively.
That holding back against the enemy before him would be arrogance.
And so they drew forth all their Inner Power at once, unleashing their full might in a single coordinated strike.
Whiiiish―
Spears occupying not four directions, not eight, but all thirty-six angles swept toward Cheon Hui.
A tempest of fierce energy gathered from dozens of warriors.
The spears, carrying that immense force, came streaking down like arrows that would pierce through his body and turn him into a skewer.
Yet even as those attacks descended, Cheon Hui stood motionless.
Though his hair rose in the gale of thrusting spears and his Sect Robe fluttered mercilessly in the wind, he did not shift even slightly.
He simply stood there, perfectly still.
At this sight, Wi Jung Yeon smiled coldly.
‘He must be panicking.’
The opponent before him was undoubtedly strong.
In a one-on-one life-or-death duel, Wi Jung Yeon would likely lose.
But this was no one-on-one contest.
‘This is war.’
As Wi Jung Yeon gripped his Fang Tian Ji and watched the helpless Cheon Hui, frozen in place.
Swish―
Cheon Hui moved the hand holding his sword.
‘So he’s finally come to his senses?’
Wi Jung Yeon’s smile deepened all the more.
It was only a blink of the eye—mere instants—but in a situation where lives hung in the balance, it was far too late a response.
The spears were already upon Cheon Hui’s body, and the moment those bent elbows straightened fully, they would pierce right through him.
Meanwhile, the sword was only now beginning to move.
No matter how skilled the opponent, there was nothing he could do now.
‘The outcome is already decided.’
In that fleeting instant, victory bloomed across the lips of Wi Jung Yeon and all the Nok Lim warriors.
This was nothing but a final spasm—a pointless last struggle.
Certain of their victory, they extended their bent arms fully, thrusting their spears outward with full force.
Shriek!
The spears tore through the air at a vicious speed, about to tear Cheon Hui apart, when―
Inferno!
A tremendous surge of Inner Power erupted from the sword, staining the pristine Baekryeon Sword a deep crimson.
‘This aura is……!’
It was only as Wi Jung Yeon glimpsed the red energy enveloping the Baekryeon Sword that an ominous chill ran through him.
Grin―
Cheon Hui’s crimson lips twisted into a vast grin, baring his snow-white teeth between them.
And in that moment.
Cheon Hui’s arm and sword vanished.
The blade moved at a speed that transcended their ability to perceive.
“……!”
“The sword―?!”
After an infinitesimal span of time had passed, they finally comprehended that Cheon Hui’s arm and sword had disappeared.
But by then it was too late.
Boom!
A deafening sound reverberated through their skulls as a slash of crimson brilliance suddenly materialized.
Blood-red and blazing more fiercely than flame, the sword strike burst forth in an instant and collided with the spears they had wielded.
Crack!
The spears that had rained down upon Cheon Hui crumbled the moment they met the crimson blade.
Their spear techniques, their momentum—all collapsed in an instant.
The crimson slash obliterated everything, advancing with terrible speed.
It bore down toward the Nok Lim warriors still gripping their shattered spears, as if to crush them as well.
“Hah!”
Wi Jung Yeon, the first to regain his senses, drove power into his feet and leaped backward.
“How vicious…….”
He, who had fled the radius of the blade strike in one breath, now bellowed at the Nok Lim members who still hadn’t regained their senses.
“What are you doing! Get your wits about you!”
As his voice, laden with inner power, struck like a hammer, the Nok Lim members finally snapped to attention.
But the blade strike was already upon them.
“Gasp!”
“We have to dodge…….”
They tried desperately to evade.
Screech!
The crimson blade strike, already reaching its mark, swept across those trying to flee.
A long trail of blood opened across their waists.
Drip-drip—
Blood poured from their waists in torrents, pooling on the ground.
And slowly their upper bodies began to tilt, until, at last—
Thud—
“Hah!”
Gasps of breath echoed from all directions.
The sight was too gruesome to bear.
The Nok Lim members who witnessed it trembled violently, their teeth chattering against each other.
Confronted with a scene that defied all comprehension, they were swallowed whole by terror.
That was when it happened.
Patter-patter—
A spray of blood droplets erupted from the pool.
As they turned their heads toward the sound, they felt their breath catch in their throats.
Cheon Hui stood there, flicking the blood from his Baekryeon Sword, his head tilting slightly.
“How many are left?”
The moment his eyes shifted sideways, taking them in—
Thump!
Their chests seized violently.
After perpetrating such a slaughter, his gaze held not a flicker of emotion.
Blank, still as a lake.
As if nothing had occurred.
Then Cheon Hui took a step forward.
Soft footfall—
As he advanced with a quiet step, they all stumbled backward, faces twisted in terror.
“Come to your senses!”
Wi Jung Yeon roared out.
At his ringing cry, the Nok Lim members snapped to attention in panic, eyes fixed on him.
His shout had been so forceful that the veins stood out plainly in his neck.
In that instant.
Boom!
Wi Jung Yeon struck his Fang Tian Ji against the ground.
At once his hair bristled upward, his steely gaze blazing between the strands.
With his furious expression, he seemed almost like a yaksha himself.
“There is but one enemy!”
At his declaration, the Nok Lim members seemed to regain their courage, the fear draining from their eyes as they gripped their spears with renewed strength and charged at Cheon Hui.
“Oh? Are these really the Nok Lim?”
Cheon Hui watched the charging Nok Lim members with an amused expression.
“How different they’ve become.”
Speaking with amusement, Cheon Hui’s eyes gleamed with interest.
The Nok Lim he had encountered before was made up of bandits, so naturally they were selfish to a man.
But the Nok Lim of today seemed respectable enough to rival many proper sects.
‘The leader of the Nok Lim, transformed like this—they called him the Nok Lim Daejae, didn’t they? I really should meet him sometime.’
For a moment, he turned his attention to the chieftain who now commanded this reformed Nok Lim.
“But first, I should finish what’s in front of me.”
With a thin smile, Cheon Hui drew his sword.
And he swung his blade toward the charging Nok Lim members.
Whoosh!
Six or seven Nok Lim members charging forward had their chests torn open, blood scattering in all directions.
“Convenient, having them come to me like this.”
At Cheon Hui’s laugh, the nearby Nok Lim bandits flinched involuntarily, though they gritted their teeth against it.
“Aaahhhhh!”
“Die!”
Cheon Hui spoke with evident satisfaction.
“I like this.”
As his blade moved through the air like a brush painting, beautiful crimson flowers bloomed in all directions along its trajectory.
Dozens of Blood Flowers erupted in an instant.
Though the sight was ghastly, it possessed a dreamlike quality that left those watching it entranced, as if possessed by some dark enchantment.
“Is this truly a Daoist of Huashan……?”
Wi Jung Yeon, observing the entire scene unfold, was drenched in cold sweat.
For someone calling himself a Daoist of the Huashan Sect, his methods were far more ruthless than any Sapa.
‘This is not the time to worry about such things.’
Wi Jung Yeon shook his head sharply.
What mattered now was something else entirely.
If things continued at this pace, they would be annihilated—that much was certain!
‘……There’s no choice but a surprise attack.’
Having made his decision, Wi Jung Yeon gripped the Fang Tian Ji tightly.
For him, watching nearly half his subordinates lose their lives and fall in mere moments was agony—and as his lips clenched involuntarily, blood began to seep from them.
‘Now!’
Wi Jung Yeon’s eyes snapped open.
The moment Cheon Hui turned his body to meet the Nok Lim bandits rushing from behind, Wi Jung Yeon poured inner power into his toes and charged forward.
Whoosh!
Despite his massive frame, Wi Jung Yeon moved with surprising agility, swinging the Fang Tian Ji toward the back of Cheon Hui’s head as he turned.
Screech!
But before the Fang Tian Ji could complete its arc, Cheon Hui’s blade had already moved.
And a terrible scream tore through the air.
“Gaaahhhhh!”
Wi Jung Yeon’s right arm, still gripping the Fang Tian Ji, sprayed blood across the ground as it convulsed.
“My arm! My arm……!”
Cheon Hui, watching Wi Jung Yeon scream with his hand clamped over his shoulder, lightly shook off his blade.
“Tsk, I miscalculated.”
Cheon Hui scratched his head.
“I should have taken his neck instead of his arm.”
At those chilling words spoken so casually, Wi Jung Yeon and the other Nok Lim bandits felt their spines freeze with horror.
As fear began to consume their eyes.
“This time, I’ll make sure it’s done properly.”
Cheon Hui stepped forward with the True Step, light and effortless.
In that same moment, his blade, raised to chest height, cut horizontally with absolute serenity.
There was no sound, no force.
Yet the blade met no resistance and traced its path to completion.
And the moment the blade reached its end.
Slash!
The bandits’ chest garments tore in a thin line, and scarlet blood erupted forth.
There were no screams.
Of course there weren’t.
Those who should have screamed had already lost their lives and lay fallen on the ground.
“…….”
A suffocating silence fell.
The escort agents and porters clamped their mouths shut, unable to tear their eyes from the sight before them.
A single stroke.
Yet in that one stroke alone, everything had changed.
Those who had been radiating killing intent mere moments before had become dozens of corpses, bleeding and crumbling to the ground.
And in place of their movement, only the blood they had spilled remained on the earth.
Gathering in bright red pools.
And at the center of it all stood Cheon Hui, the sole living soul, serene and untouchable.
“All the ones that needed handling have been handled…….”
Cheon Hui turned his gaze toward the carriage.
“……!”
The moment Cheon Hui’s eyes shifted, the escort agents and porters jolted in alarm and averted their gaze.
The trembling terror in their movements made clear how utterly gripped they were by fear.
‘Scared out of their wits.’
Cheon Hui shrugged.
It was a sight he knew far too well.
In his past life too, hadn’t everyone who met him trembled like this in terror?
Then.
“What are you doing right now?”
Cheon Yi Gae, who had been helping the escort agents and the hired swordsmen from the side, spoke with wide eyes.
“Not only do you fail to thank your savior—you flee from him?”
Cheon Yi Gae’s brow furrowed sharply.
“Ungrateful wretches! Tsk, tsk!”
Cheon Yi Gae clicked his tongue loudly on purpose and approached Cheon Hui.
“Don’t mind their reaction.”
“I wasn’t minding it anyway.”
Cheon Yi Gae relaxed at Cheon Hui’s impassive expression, then wrinkled the bridge of his nose.
A sickening stench of blood rose up.
Glancing over the corpses that made one’s eyes narrow the moment one saw them, Cheon Yi Gae spoke quietly.
“No. You need to pay attention to something.”
When Cheon Yi Gae suddenly contradicted himself, Cheon Hui looked at him as if bewildered.
“When you think about it, you have a problem too.”
Cheon Yi Gae spoke in a tone of reproach.
“How long will you continue these brutal methods?”
Cheon Hui answered as if he didn’t understand the question.
“What problem is that? In the end, killing is killing.”
He couldn’t fathom what Cheon Yi Gae was asking.
If they were going to die anyway, what did it matter whether the method was brutal or not?
Yet Cheon Yi Gae didn’t see it that way, and he rattled off his reasons.
“A dead person meets an ignoble end no matter how they die, yes, but there are living people watching. Don’t you see what they’re witnessing? And think about it carefully. What kind of Daoist would commit such atrocities?”
“Me.”
“Damn it, you…!”
Watching Cheon Hui answer so carelessly, unmoved by the gravity of it all, Cheon Yi Gae struck his chest in frustration and raised his eyebrows.
“Fine! Do as you please! But if you keep conducting yourself with such brutality, not only will you suffer ill repute—the Huashan Sect will also hear nothing but slander in the future.”
Cheon Yi Gae spoke to Cheon Hui with a seriousness unlike his usual manner.
“If you care about the Huashan Sect, think carefully about these brutal methods of yours.”
……
At those words, Cheon Hui fell silent.
Did people really nitpick such things?
Until now, killing was killing—he’d never given separate thought to how brutally it was done.
But here was Cheon Yi Gae saying that an Orthodox Sect ought to care even about the manner of killing.
Truly tedious.
Though it didn’t sit right with him, Cheon Hui nodded reluctantly.
“I’ll think about it later.”
Cheon Yi Gae frowned at even that answer, displeased, but instead of saying more, he let out a sigh.
He knew that speaking further would be wasted breath.
“Think it over carefully.”
With those parting words, Cheon Yi Gae turned back toward the carriage.
The stench of blood had been giving him a headache.
‘Though I suppose the timing worked out well. I’d been meaning to say something sharp to him someday anyway.’
He wore a faint smile as he looked at the terrified swordsmen and escort agents.
Someday, he’d be a match for even the Eight Profound Divine.
But such brutal methods would certainly shackle him one day.
‘I wish he’d come to his senses.’
While Cheon Yi Gae was worried about Cheon Hui.
Squelch—squelch—
Cheon Hui, stepping out of the pool of blood, began to sheathe his sword when he stopped short.
“Hm? What is it?”
His brow furrowed as he looked toward the Hwa Ryeong Dan, locked in combat with the Black Shadow.
The Hwa Ryeong Dan’s situation was not favorable.
His sect robe was torn, and blood flowing through the gaps was staining it increasingly red.
The Black Shadow, meanwhile, was still fresh and unscathed.
“At this rate, they’ll lose.”
The gap was worse than he’d expected.
“You see it the same way, don’t you?”
Cheon Hui, murmuring to himself, glanced sideways and asked.
At that, a middle-aged man clad in the same jet-black Black Shadow Robe as the Black Shadow members stepped into view.
“So they call you the Maehwa Sin Hyeop. You’ve got a keen eye.”
“Huh? You know me?”
“You’re the one making waves across the Kangho these days. How could I not know?”
The middle-aged man let out a smirk.
“Though I must say, you’ve got none of the courtesy the rumors suggest.”
At his words, Cheon Hui gave a slight shrug.
“Why waste courtesy on an enemy?”
“What’s that? Hahaha!”
At Cheon Hui’s remark, the middle-aged man burst into laughter as if delighted.
“Right. No need for courtesy with an enemy. After all, he’s as good as dead anyway.”
The man, still laughing loudly, soon let his expression shift to something regretful, and he opened his mouth.
“What a shame, really.”
Killing Intent began to gather in his eyes as they fixed on Cheon Hui.
“It’s rare I meet someone who catches my fancy, and yet I have to be the one to kill him.”
“Come now, no need to lament.”
Cheon Hui, watching him, slung the unsheathed Baekryeon Sword across his shoulder.
“Because you’re the one who’ll die.”
“Haha, that confidence. I like it. I like it indeed.”
The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with intensity.
“Come forth.”
Before his words finished, black-clad figures emerged from both sides in succession.
Seven in total, including the middle-aged man himself.
Yet their prowess was so far superior to even all the Black Shadow members combined, those who faced the Hwa Ryeong Dan, that comparison was impossible.
“So Yeon Gang—that’s my name. Lately, they’ve been calling me the Black Shadow Killer across the Kangho.”
Cheon Hui watched So Yeon Gang with a puzzled expression as the man abruptly revealed his identity.
“Wouldn’t you say it’s pitiful to die without knowing who killed you?”
So Yeon Gang smiled as he spoke.
‘This guy’s something else.’
Watching So Yeon Gang, who wore a relaxed expression, Cheon Hui let out a soft laugh.
“Then there’s no need to remember.”
As Cheon Hui lowered the sword from his shoulder, he paused, then spoke again.
“Oh wait! I almost forgot. Do you know my name? If not, want me to tell you now?”
Cheon Hui’s mouth twisted into a grin.
“It’d be pitiful for you to die without knowing my name, wouldn’t it?”

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