Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 259

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Chapter 259
Cheon Hui’s eyes darted this way and that.
Beneath the soft glow of the Night-Illuminating Pearl illuminating the interior, resplendent treasures flaunted their dazzling forms.
Not only eighteen varieties of weapons—swords, spears, blades, bows—but also armor and robes.
All manner of objects were arrayed before him.
‘Hmm, let’s take a look at that one first.’
Cheon Hui walked without hesitation toward what had caught his eye.
After taking a few steps, he reached his destination and gazed intently at a spear hanging on one section of the wall.
‘Sharp, that’s for certain.’
Perhaps it was the result of having been left untouched for so long.
A faint layer of dust had settled on the shaft, but the spearhead at its tip was different.
It radiated a killing intent as if freshly honed, and from the pristine white feathers below it, a spiritual essence seemed to overflow without reason.
‘I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before.’
Gazing at the strangely familiar spear, Cheon Hui stretched out his hand to grasp it. The instant his fingers closed around the shaft—
Zzzzzt—
A tingling sensation shot through his fingertips.
‘Thunder Energy…? Ah!’
Feeling the prickling Thunder Energy transmitted through his hand, Cheon Hui let out a soft laugh and drew the spear free.
‘So it is the Byeokryok Divine Spear. It’s been a while since I’ve seen this.’
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
He’d been reminded of a man from his past life who had wielded this Byeokryok Divine Spear and come at him with it.
The Master of Byeokryok Gate, Chang Wang.
A man of Zhongyuan in those days, counted among the ten supreme masters of All Under Heaven, known for his spirited Spear Technique.
He’d been quite formidable.
Cheon Hui recalled how that man had still thrust his spear forward even as a sword was driven through his heart.
His Spear Technique had indeed been rather dazzling.
As he reflected on the spear techniques Chang Wang had wielded in his past life, he tilted his head in puzzlement.
Hmm? But why is this here?
It was peculiar.
He was certain that while he had killed Chang Wang back then, he had passed the Byeokryok Divine Spear on to his disciple.
Telling him to return later if he wished to seek revenge.
Yet here was that very spear, mounted in this place—how could he not find it strange?
“Did Byeokryok Gate meet with Faction Destruction?”
It was as he murmured this quietly.
“You have a keen eye.”
The elderly man, Yuk Mu Gwang, approached.
He chuckled warmly and spoke.
“That spear is known as the Byeokryok Divine Spear, a sacred treasure of Byeokryok Gate, which was once deemed the finest among spear-users. As you can see, it is a divine weapon infused with Thunder Energy.”
“Is that so?”
Cheon Hui pretended ignorance, though he knew the truth.
He sensed that admitting knowledge would only complicate matters.
Then in that moment, his eyes brightened.
“Why is Byeokryok Gate’s sacred treasure here?”
At the question, Yuk Mu Gwang’s expression turned bitter.
“The last Master of Byeokryok Gate went to the Shin Gyo seeking to avenge his teacher, but…only this returned.”
Understanding the situation at once, Cheon Hui clicked his tongue.
Byeokryok Gate was a one-man succession sect.
To say the last Master meant he had ultimately died without taking disciples—the line had ended with him.
‘Tsk. It must have happened after I left the Sect. But something doesn’t sit right. The Shin Gyo returning the belongings of those they defeated?’
As Cheon Hui began to sink into thought—
“Will you take this one?”
Yuk Mu Gwang asked quietly.
“No.”
Cheon Hui returned the spear to its place on the wall and swept his gaze across the nearby weapons.
“I’d like to see them all before deciding.”
“Heh, that will take quite a while.”
Yuk Mu Gwang laughed and gave Cheon Hui’s back a light pat.
“If you wish to hear tales of any objects, ask away. I don’t know everything, but I have a sense of most of them. And some I know quite well.”
Just as Yuk Mu Gwang was about to turn away—
“What is this one?”
Cheon Hui asked directly.
In his hand was a pair of gauntlets.
They had been lying beneath the Byeokryok Divine Spear.
Yuk Mu Gwang had not expected Cheon Hui to ask so immediately, so he turned his body back around with a somewhat awkward stance.
“Life-Stealing Hand Gauntlets, they’re called.”
“Is that why they’re named as such?”
As he spoke, Cheon Hui tapped the gauntlets lightly.
In that instant.
Crack-snap!
Sharp needles shot out.
The needles, each roughly a foot in length, were long and keen enough that if the gauntlets touched a man’s chest, they would pierce clean through to his back.
“The sort of thing an assassin would use.”
“Once belonged to the Hyeol Sal Gwi Wang, who was called the greatest assassin under All Under Heaven. I’ve heard he used to coat the tips of those needles with poison.”
“Poison, then.”
Cheon Hui murmured, running his finger along the needle’s edge.
After a moment.
Shzt—
Having forced the needles back into the gauntlets with sheer strength, Cheon Hui set them back in place as if he had lost all interest.
Yuk Mu Gwang was startled by what he saw.
‘……This is no ordinary fellow.’
Though his face remained impassive, his inner thoughts tumbled with astonishment and admiration.
What was the Byeokryok Divine Spear?
It was a sacred spear imbued with Thunder Energy, and there were scarcely any who could wield it properly.
That alone was remarkable enough—but then, the strength to force back the needles of the Life-Stealing Hand Gauntlets.
‘There was reason the general brought him directly.’
As the creases around Yuk Mu Gwang’s eyes deepened.
“Hmm?”
Cheon Hui’s brow furrowed.
A presence far too familiar was seeping from the space beside him.
‘How dare you leak Demonic Energy toward me?’
Cheon Hui turned his head toward the source of the Demonic Energy.
There lay a blade, cast down without even a scabbard, resting carelessly in place.
The blade was in terrible condition.
It had never been maintained—its edge was chipped and dull, covered in dust.
‘A Demonic Weapon—left unattended all this time?’
Cheon Hui reached for the blade.
“Best not to touch that one, I’d say.”
Yuk Mu Gwang, who had drawn near, offered the warning.
His expression was grave.
And well it might be—the blade he was now reaching for was the very sword of Sura Majoun, the Demon Lord who had been brought down by the combined strength of the Murim Alliance’s leader and the heads of the Nine Major Factions and Four Unorthodox Schools.
The Demonic Energy sealed within the blade was so thick that none but masters who had reached the Wuji Realm could even grasp it.
Yet despite his warning.
Clang—
The young Daoist before him ignored the caution and seized the blade.
‘If his mind is about to be seized, I’ll have to knock him unconscious…….’
It was the moment Yuk Mu Gwang was subtly drawing up his Internal Force.
“How presumptuous.”
A cold voice emerged.
Turning to look, the Demon Blade that should have been raging was now lying perfectly docile in the young Daoist’s grasp.
‘How is it possible…….’
Yuk Mu Gwang’s eyes flickered with a subtle tremor.
‘Could he have actually suppressed that Demon Blade?’
About the time he looked at Cheon Hui in apparent shock.
‘Wait. This is the Sura Sword of Sura Majoun.’
Cheon Hui found the situation absurd.
Sura Majoun—in his previous life, this was the man who had opposed his ascension to leadership of the sect.
Then, when Cheon Hui did become the leader, Sura Majoun had fled to Zhongyuan, or so he recalled.
Yet his Sura Sword was here.
What that meant was singular and clear.
‘He met his end in Zhongyuan.’
Cheon Hui exhaled a long, silent sigh.
‘Ah, I should’ve just stayed quiet in the Shin Gyo. Now look at me—wandering into Zhongyuan only to get myself killed.’
Cheon Hui shook his head slowly, as if to dismiss the thought.
He’d never harbored any ambition for the position of sect leader anyway.
He’d become one only by necessity.
‘I never wanted the role in the first place. I would’ve stepped down and left long ago if I could have.’
But it wasn’t merely a thought.
In truth, he’d seized complete control of the Tianma Divine Sect, relinquished the sect leader’s position, and departed—hadn’t he?
Cheon Hui set down the Sura Sword in his hand and glanced around the chamber.
Perhaps it was the sight of the Sura Sword that did it.
His eyes felt suddenly opened, as if scales had fallen from them.
‘So they divided management between two people.’
Now that he looked closely, some weapons bore the marks of careful upkeep, while others had been left to gather dust entirely.
And among those neglected weapons were several that he recognized.
‘Not just Sura Majoun’s, either.’
Cheon Hui shook his head again.
Here and there, he spotted weapons belonging to men who’d fled from him to Zhongyuan.
‘Fools. If they were going to die like this anyway, they might as well have fallen by my hand. At least then they’d have left behind some honor. Tsk.’
With a soft click of his tongue, Cheon Hui picked up one of the weapons before him.
He admired this new find carefully.
‘Hmm? This is the Demon Dragon Staff? This was in the Murim Alliance too? Well, would you look at that—the Heavenly Form Demon Whip as well? My, my. The Murim Alliance fellows really did squirrel things away nicely, didn’t they?’
Cheon Hui’s eyes gleamed as he examined the weapons. Righteous, unorthodox, demonic—there was everything under the sun.
As the delighted Cheon Hui wandered back and forth, handling objects to his heart’s content, there stood one who could not help but marvel at the sight.
‘My. I can scarcely believe it.’
Yuk Mu Gwang shook his head in wonderment.
Every object he touched was extraordinary, and several bore the weight of ghostly energy and demonic force.
Some possessed such intensity that even a master at the Wuji Realm would hesitate to lay a hand upon them—yet this young daoist handled them without the slightest concern.
‘It’s as though those weapons, which resisted every master’s touch, now curl their tails like mice who’ve spotted a cat, bowing in submission.’
As Yuk Mu Gwang continued to admire the sight, something changed.
Cheon Hui, who had been examining a round jewel, approached Yuk Mu Gwang and asked him a question.
“Do you know what this is?”
Yuk Mu Gwang looked at the sphere of mysterious light held in Cheon Hui’s palm and opened his mouth.
“That’s the Seven-Colored Treasure Origin Divine Pearl. I’ve heard it contains spiritual essence, though I cannot confirm whether that’s true.”
“Spiritual essence, you say……”
Following Yuk Mu Gwang’s answer, Cheon Hui examined the Seven-Colored Treasure Origin Divine Pearl for a moment, then set it down and picked up a bracelet adorned with jewels beside it.
“And this one?”
“That’s the Demon-Breaking Pearl. It’s said to have the effect of warding off killing intent.”
Cheon Hui set down the Demon-Breaking Pearl and then picked up another object to ask about.
“What about this one? And this……”
“That rope is the As-You-Will Rope. And that bracelet is……”
The two of them went back and forth with questions and answers for quite some time.
“Hmm?”
Cheon Hui discovered something long and narrow buried among the ornaments.
It was a scabbard, thick with accumulated dust.
‘What’s this……?’
Cheon Hui reached out as if entranced and grasped the scabbard.
Thud-thud-thud—
The accumulated dust tumbled down.
“Huh.”
With a breath, he blew the dust away, and at last the scabbard’s true color came into view.
A deep brown, antiquated-looking scabbard.
It was too fine an object to have been left hidden beneath all that dust.
At that moment, Yuk Mu Gwang drew near.
“That one will be difficult to use.”
Yuk Mu Gwang, as if he knew what this sword was, spoke in a hushed voice.
Cheon Hui glanced at Yuk Mu Gwang and asked him.
“Do you know what this is?”
Yuk Mu Gwang shook his head side to side and replied.
“I don’t know precisely. But I do know its condition isn’t good.”
‘He doesn’t know this one?’
Cheon Hui’s brow twitched.
He couldn’t understand how he didn’t know of this sword.
No—it wasn’t just that.
The very fact that this blade was here in the first place made no sense.
Cheon Hui drew the sword.
Screeeech—
An unpleasant grinding noise erupted.
As the blade slid free from its scabbard, what emerged was pitiful to behold.
Rust covered it entirely, the steel now a dull earthen brown.
“Just as I thought,” Yuk Mu Gwang said, studying the blade.
This sword had been rusted long before he’d been put in charge of it.
Meanwhile, upon seeing the blade, Cheon Hui let out a soft laugh.
“Ah, it’s unchanged.”
Cheon Hui repeated Yuk Mu Gwang’s words with unmistakable satisfaction.
“Unchanged…?”
As Yuk Mu Gwang’s bewilderment grew at Cheon Hui’s manner—as though he possessed knowledge of this sword—
“I should clean the filth away.”
Cheon Hui channeled his Internal Force upward.
“…!”
Yuk Mu Gwang’s eyes widened as he watched.
‘Such inner power…?!’
His beard quivered faintly.
During all his years as gatekeeper, every master who had passed through here was skilled.
Among them were some of the greatest experts under Heaven itself.
But none of them were this young.
As Yuk Mu Gwang stood astonished by the inner power radiating from one so much younger than himself—
‘Is this too a matter of fate?’
The corners of Cheon Hui’s mouth rose.
He couldn’t help but smile.
Beneath the thick rust and wretched appearance, the true form of this blade hidden in its current state felt strangely familiar.
‘To think I’d find Sang Un’s sword here of all places.’
The Maehwa Divine Sword Sang Un.
Three hundred years ago, this was the blade wielded by Sang Un, who had been Sect Master of the Huashan Sect.
‘No—it’s not rusted.’
Cheon Hui’s eyes grew calm and composed.
In the next moment, he poured the full force of the Plum Blossom Divine Art’s Inner Power into the blade.
Crack-crack-crack—
The earthen-colored rust fractured with a sharp sound, and crimson light began seeping through the cracks until, suddenly—
Whoosh!
A brilliant scarlet radiance burst forth, swallowing the Murim Treasure House.
“Hah!”
Yuk Mu Gwang’s eyes flew wide open.
‘Such spiritual essence?’
He was astounded.
As the layer of rust-colored iron flaked away, the blade beneath revealed itself—radiant, luminous, and beautiful.
‘Was it always such a blade?’
His mind reeled as he beheld it.
“Even when I saw it before, I sensed it was a fine blade, but—this is truly excellent.”
Cheon Hui looked satisfied as he swung the sword gently through the air.
Whoooosh—
A soft breeze brushed past pleasantly.
‘This is the one, without question.’
Cheon Hui regarded the blade steadily.
The delicate, subtle crimson hue flowing from the blade’s surface held an undeniable allure.
“Since I’m taking something, it might as well be connected to the Huashan Sect.”
Muttering to himself, Cheon Hui immediately picked up the scabbard once more.
Then he released a burst of Inner Power.
Whoosh!
As the dust accumulated in the scabbard scattered away, Cheon Hui sheathed the blade cleanly and spoke with satisfaction.

“Let’s go with this.”

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