Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 289

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Chapter 289
The clash of two transcendent masters wrapped the entire world in golden brilliance and murky darkness.
And then.
Rumble, rumble, rumble—
Ami Mountain shook violently.
As if the world itself were tearing apart, a tremor so fierce it seemed a landslide might erupt at any moment.
Each time the two transcendent masters clashed, Ami Mountain shrieked.
Thud.
Cheon Hui appeared near the Mountain Gate of Bokho Mountain, his eyes taking in the spectacle unfolding before him. He could not tear his gaze from the feast of martial arts displayed by masters of the Heavenly Martial Realm.
His interest was piqued.
The martial arts Nong Jil wielded were something he had never seen before—not in his previous life, nor in this one.
And what of So Un Sa Tae?
The martial arts she displayed, wielding the Yeonhoe Yukhwan Jang while leading with the Amipa Sect’s divine technique, the Great Zen Divine Art, was more than enough to capture Cheon Hui’s attention.
The embodiment of dharma power suffused with golden radiance.
It truly deserved to be called a divine technique.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve witnessed the divine techniques of the Amipa Sect. And that woman as well……”
The corners of Cheon Hui’s mouth lifted slightly.
His mood had lightened.
Two absolute divine techniques had appeared before his eyes.
Two of them, no less.
The Amipa Sect’s divine technique and the martial arts of the Sa Hyeol Hwang, the great heterodox faction before Sa Hyuk Ryeon’s emergence.
It was enough to make one’s mouth water.
Cheon Hui’s eyes blazed with crimson light.
The Baek Hoe Acupoint opened wide, the Three Dantian unified.
With his thoughts accelerated, the power blooming from Cheon Hui’s eyes sharpened his perception.
Within his expanded senses, Cheon Hui took in the two figures—Nong Jil and So Un Sa Tae—within the whirlwind of fierce energy.
The nature of their internal force, how it was applied, its form, even the subtle movements of their muscles.
Not a single detail escaped him.
“I shall unravel exactly what kind of martial arts these are.”
Cheon Hui’s white teeth were bared.
It was a smile edged with sharpness.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
Meanwhile, Nong Jil and So Un Sa Tae remained locked in collision at the midpoint, glaring at each other.
In the struggle of internal force, both of them felt it.
That their opponent was no easy adversary.
Between the Gom Bang Dae and Yeonhoe Yukhwan Jang, both brimming with fierce energy of supreme refinement, their gazes became entangled.
“Ha ha ha!”
Suddenly Nong Jil burst into laughter.
Her ash-gray hair shot skyward, her eyes widening greatly.
The curved gleam in her gaze was alluring.
“You still haven’t let go of it.”
So Un Sa Tae’s brow twitched.
It was a cryptic statement.
And in that instant, Nong Jil suddenly released her Gom Bang Dae, twisting her body to the side.
“…!”
So Un Sa Tae’s eyes widened.
She had not anticipated that Nong Jil would release her weapon, the Gom Bang Dae.
A weapon was a martial artist’s life.
There was even a saying that one should never let it go, even unto death.
Yet she had released it.
As if it were nothing at all.
And that action struck precisely at So Un Sa Tae’s opening, giving rise to a moment of carelessness.
When both were evenly matched in strength.
In such a state, a single moment of carelessness could open a fissure far greater than anything else.
Whoosh!
Watching the change in So Un Sa Tae’s expression, Nong Jil took a large step forward and pressed into her embrace.
It was an exquisite movement.
Then she moved her left hand, seizing So Un Sa Tae’s right arm with tremendous force.
A delicate wrist was felt beneath her grip.
Nong Jil poured strength into her left hand.
Through the torn sleeves, the tendons rippling across her forearms stood out with striking clarity.
Whoosh!
So Un Sa Tae was hauled helplessly forward by that force.
In an instant, their faces drew perilously close.
At a distance where breath mingled, Nong Jil held So Un Sa Tae’s gaze in both eyes.
In that moment when So Un Sa Tae’s bewildered expression flickered across the vertically slit pupils—
A raw, primal cry tore free!
Nong Jil unfurled her palms wide.
Sparks suddenly erupted from all directions.
In the next breath, dark, crackling lightning bloomed from Nong Jil’s splayed hands, branching outward like vines of raw power.
Ink-black lightning—fully materialized and sinuous.
Each tendril of that dark discharge carried a vicious, malevolent energy.
The Ink Thunder Heavenly Hand—a supreme technique born from Sa Cheon Jeol Ye.
One of Sa Hyeol Hwang’s ultimate methods, rumored to possess enough force to cleave the very heavens, had manifested before them.
‘Such vicious energy truly exists…!’
So Un Sa Tae’s eyes wavered.
The overwhelming malevolence compressed into that single strike sent a chill racing down her spine.
She urgently drew upon the reserves of the Great Zen Divine Art, wrapping herself in a Protective Barrier Qi.
In the moment when radiant Dharma Power enveloped her entire form—
Nong Jil thrust her right palm, laden with the Ink Thunder Heavenly Hand, straight toward So Un Sa Tae’s abdomen.
It happened in a fraction of a heartbeat.
A deep, resonant boom shook the air!
The dark lightning, infused with the power of Sa Cheon Jeol Ye, flashed brilliantly, and the very air shrieked.
It was a sound almost like terror itself.
The ink-black discharge coalesced into a ferocious Palm Technique, piercing through So Un Sa Tae’s abdomen.
A tremendous crack split the world!
The Dharma Power that had wrapped So Un Sa Tae’s entire body collided with that lightning and began to fracture.
Then, at last—
An impact wave, born from So Un Sa Tae’s abdomen, burst outward and warped the very space around it.
A massive explosion erupted!
A belated circular shockwave detonated outward.
In the wake of that vicious, wind-laden blast, several trees near Bokho Mountain were torn from their roots, and dust clouds rose thick and heavy across the surrounding area.
And within that haze of earth—
“……The Ink Thunder Heavenly Hand?”
Cheon Hui, who had been observing the life-and-death duel, slowly opened his eyes wider.
Despite the swirling dust, his gaze remained unwavering, burning with intensity.
The dark lightning and the cruel shockwave contained within it.
It matched precisely with one of the Evil Path Two Great Supreme Techniques recorded in the Gangho Martial Arts Rankings—a manual that Bi Ma had left behind in Bidong in years past.
“Sa Cheon Jeol Ye…….”
His blood stirred.
Though the Gui Cheon Gyeol he presently knew was also counted among the Evil Path Two Great Supreme Techniques, Sa Cheon Jeol Ye held a higher rank than that.
“I thought it would be difficult to witness Sa Hwang Jeon crumbling…….”
Cheon Hui’s mouth twisted into a strange smile.
Sa Cheon Jeol Ye was a new art created by Sa Hyeol Hwang, synthesizing all the Evil Martial Arts he had plundered.
The crystallization of countless evil arts and evil methods.
For this reason, it was one of the innovations he had taken an interest in after reading the Gangho Martial Arts Rankings.
Yet he had believed it must have vanished entirely when the Sa Hwang Palace crumbled…….
But here it stood—undeniably real.
Right before his eyes in this very moment.
“An unexpected windfall indeed.”
Just as Cheon Hui’s smile deepened—
Blood trickled down.
Blood flowed from So Un Sa Tae’s lips.
The Internal Force infused in the palm that had struck her abdomen was ravaging her insides.
She urgently marshaled her Great Zen Divine Art to suppress the Internal Injury.
But—
“Cough!”
It was useless.
The vicious energy of Sa Cheon Jeol Ye, already driven deep into her body, was wreaking havoc upon her Great Zen Divine Art.
“Such futile efforts.”
Nong Jil laughed at So Un Sa Tae’s defiance.
Her bearing was that of one who had already seized victory.
The Ink Thunder Heavenly Hand, infused with the supreme essence of the Internal Heavy Water Method, had shattered So Un Sa Tae’s Lower Dantian and meridians with devastating precision.
On top of that, the Sagi of the Sa Cheon Jeol Ye was gradually seeping into her system.
Even a master of the Heavenly Martial Realm would find it impossible to recover from such grievous wounds in mere moments.
Her confidence was entirely justified.
Then it happened.
So Un Sa Tae, who had been wavering as if losing her balance from the meridian rupture, planted her feet firmly against the earth.
‘One last gambit……!’
Her eyes flooded with crimson.
It seemed she would cough blood at any moment from the turmoil within.
A manifestation of power that gave no thought to what would come after.
Her body could not withstand the backlash.
Yet So Un Sa Tae could not stop.
Upon her shoulders rested the welfare of many Amipa disciples and the Sichuan Orthodox Faction.
How could she retreat?
‘I cannot lose!’
She drew forth even her Innate Heaven Qi.
The Dharma Power of the Great Zen Divine Art, pulled up from that wellspring, blossomed behind her back.
A radiant golden light.
The boundless Dharma Power took tangible form.
In the same instant, So Un Sa Tae’s body grew translucent.
Unfolding the Nine-Turn Phantom Shadow Step, she thrust the Yeonhoe Yukhwan Jang forward.
Her movements held no hesitation.
And soon, the Yeonhoe Yukhwan Jang, infused with golden radiance, chimed softly as it became a blur.
A single strike carrying all her remaining power.
The Nirvana Peaceful Stillness’s ultimate essence.
The Yeonhoe Yukhwan Jang, which condensed every technique of Nirvana Peaceful Stillness into one, summoned a phantom image.
Dozens of afterimages split apart.
But they swiftly converged into one, aiming with precision at Nong Jil’s face.
Ten Thousand Variations Respond to One Origin.
A single, all-encompassing strike scattering golden light, tracing a brilliant arc as it surged forward.
Nong Jil’s eyes widened slightly.
She must have suffered grave internal injuries.
Yet to unleash such a ferocious blow——
Extraordinary mental fortitude and Internal Energy control.
And then——
Crash!
Blood sprayed in all directions.
It was Nong Jil’s blood.
Yet as So Un Sa Tae’s face emerged amid the scattering blood, despair lay heavy across her features.
It was shallow.
Only a faint gash had been carved into her cheek.
Nong Jil had unfolded a bizarre Speed Technique, narrowly evading the full force of the strike.
The moment So Un Sa Tae’s lips tightened——
Thud!
Impact crashed into her abdomen again.
Nong Jil, appearing from nowhere, swung the Ink Thunder Heavenly Hand once more, striking So Un Sa Tae squarely in the solar plexus.
“Gah!”
As her body collapsed——
Whoosh——
Nong Jil wiped her cheek with her hand.
She drew her hand across the long streak of blood, then licked it with her tongue.
A metallic taste lingered in her mouth.
“Hehehehe.”
Eyes ablaze with madness, she looked down at So Un Sa Tae.
Her robes were torn to shreds; through the slight gap of her lips, dark, congealed blood seeped out.
Her life still clung to her body, but barely.
These were grave internal injuries that would require years of recuperation to heal.
Even as she lay grievously wounded, Nong Jil’s gaze fixed on the Yeonhoe Yukhwan Jang still gripped in So Un Sa Tae’s hand.
“So it really is that precious, is it?”
She raised her foot.
And pressed down hard on the hand that held the Yeonhoe Yukhwan Jang, grinding it beneath her heel.
Her eyes blazed with exhilaration.
The thought of killing the Amipa Sect Master with her own hands and destroying this relic that carried all that history sent her mind into rapture.
Just as she was about to apply her full weight to finish it right there—
“Done already?”
A voice cut through the moment.
Nong Jil’s head snapped around.
In that instant, something flying toward her caught her eye.
Snap.
Nong Jil reached out and caught it.
“This is…”
Her brow furrowed.
What had flown toward her was the Gom Bang Dae she’d thrown moments earlier while facing So Un Sa Tae.
She then looked toward where the Gom Bang Dae had come from.
“I haven’t even had a proper look yet.”
A young man walked forward with those words.
He moved toward her as if he’d merely stepped out for a stroll, his gait unhurried and leisurely.
Yet Nong Jil instinctively tensed.
An inexplicable surge of energy rippled outward from around the advancing youth.
It was an aura beyond belief.
The young man walking toward her came to a stop.
Ten paces away.
Precisely at the edge of her effective range.
“You are…”
Nong Jil’s eyes narrowed to slits.
Only then did she make out the Sect Robe the youth wore and the plum blossom emblem upon it.
“Hahahaha!”
Nong Jil burst into wild laughter.
Murderous intent flared up like flames consuming dry wood.
As it did, her eyes darkened to a murky shade, a glimmer of madness flickering within them.
“So you’re the Plum Blossom Divine Artist who’s become so famous in the current Kangho. Just as the rumors say—you’re remarkably young. Barely past your early twenties, aren’t you?”
Questions poured out.
Yet.
“You talk too much.”
Cheon Hui picked at his ear as he dismissed her.
His manner made it clear he had no interest whatsoever in conversing with Nong Jil.
“A prickly one, aren’t you.”
Nong Jil bit down on the Gom Bang Dae in her hand.
“Huh. So your coming here was to save this old nun, then?”
A wisp of pale smoke curled from her lips as her gaze flickered downward.
So Un Sa Tae lay unconscious.
Nong Jil could end her life at any moment.
Right now, if she chose.
Just as Nong Jil was about to exert force with her heel—
“That’s only incidental.”
“Incidental…?”
Nong Jil’s eyebrows twitched at Cheon Hui’s unexpected reply.
‘He didn’t come to help, then?’
Cheon Hui smiled, seeing the confusion on Nong Jil’s face.
“More than that, what I want right now is to watch your martial arts unfold thoroughly. Every technique, every movement, in meticulous detail.”
Before his words had even finished, Cheon Hui’s sleeves billowed wide.
Whoosh—
In an instant, the very air shimmered.
The surge of energy that began from Cheon Hui’s sleeves soon reached toward Nong Jil.
“…!”
Startled by the fierce wave of energy erupting from his sleeves, Nong Jil quickly withdrew her foot from where she was about to crush So Un Sa Tae and moved with urgent haste.
Whip!
In that moment, Nong Jil’s form blurred.
As Nong Jil unfolded the Different Form Circular Defense to evade the aftermath of the blade energy, her body twisted urgently in response.
“So do it properly this time.”
A quiet voice came from behind her.
In the same instant, a fierce burst of energy surged forward, and a savage blade force descended like lightning, striking straight down at the crown of her head.

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