Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 292

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Chapter 292
“That was fascinating martial art.”
Cheon Hui stared down at Nong Jil’s withered corpse beneath his feet and spoke softly.
It was profoundly alien martial arts.
The moment she died, the energy that descended into the earth below was Sagi—Death Energy.
‘Death Energy is something even the Tianma Divine Sect shunned, yet she tried to contain it.’
The living cannot bear the energy of the dead.
And yet she, now dead, had accomplished it.
Of course, she’d fallen into half-madness, but she had undoubtedly wielded and used Death Energy.
Perhaps the Sacheon Jeol Ye that she had mastered had suppressed the madness of the Death Energy.
“Hmm, martial arts from the Emperor of Death…….”
Cheon Hui, muttering to himself, drew the Hwa Weol.
The blade that had been lodged precisely in Nong Jil’s heart slid free with a soft sound.
No blood flowed from Nong Jil’s chest, which had become parched and hollow.
Only the mark where the Hwa Weol had been driven through remained visible.
‘That must be the price of containing Death Energy.’
The moment Cheon Hui withdrew his gaze from that withered body.
“Thank…… you.”
A faint voice, as though the breath were about to cease at any moment, reached his ears.
Cheon Hui slowly rolled his eyes toward the source of that faint voice.
So Un Sa Tae, leaning against the wall of a half-collapsed hermitage, was looking at him.
Her condition was a complete wreck.
Her pristine monastic robe was stained filthy with dust and blood matted together, and wounds covered her body so thickly that blood dripped steadily.
Grievous wounds that made her appear barely alive were carved across her entire frame.
She was nearly a corpse still standing.
Seeing So Un Sa Tae, Cheon Hui sheathed the Hwa Weol and opened his mouth slightly.
“You’re conscious.”
“Thanks to you…… I’ve managed to keep my life…….”
Perhaps because of the severity of her internal injuries.
Her words came in fragments, broken by irregular, halting breaths.
“Don’t speak. Your internal injuries appear severe.”
“Still…… something, important remains.”
Yet despite this, So Un Sa Tae shook her head and continued to part her lips.
“Forgive…… the shamelessness, but…… cough!”
As she spoke, whether from internal injury or the exertion, she coughed and spat a surge of blood.
Along with the blood spattering across her monastic robe, her complexion grew ashen.
Any way one looked at it, her condition was critical.
Yet she parted her bloodstained lips once more to continue what she had been saying.
“Can you…… help me?”
Her half-closed eyelids trembled, and her eyes fixed upon Cheon Hui.
Her pupils, clouded from spitting up so much blood.
Yet the resolve contained within them came through to Cheon Hui with unmistakable clarity.
Cheon Hui scratched his head and spoke.
“First, let me hear what it is, and then I’ll decide.”
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Those fighting throughout Ami Mountain suddenly ceased their movements.
It was not just one or two.
Any martial artist whose energy sensitivity was developed stopped fighting and turned their gaze toward the Mountain Gate.
Their expressions had grown tense.
The Mountain Gate, which until moments before had scattered energy waves that shook heaven and earth, now lay in profound silence.
And that was not all.
The energy that had been spreading to engulf the whole of Ami Mountain had somehow become utterly still.
What that meant was singular.
“……Everything’s gone quiet.”
“Has it been decided?”
The sound of held breath rose from all directions, and an inexplicable tension filled the air.
It was natural.
Depending on who had won in that place, the very course of the war now unfolding could change.
“Who won?”
“I have no idea.”
“I feel nothing at all.”
As hope and unease flickered across the eyes of those gazing quietly at the Mountain Gate.
Jingle—
The sound of a bell rang out suddenly.
And in that same moment.
Thud.
So Un Sa Tae appeared.
She was a broken thing when she materialized. Her Monastic Robe was drenched in blood, and her body was covered in wounds.
But what did that matter now?
What mattered was that she had come.
“The Sect Master……!”
“Amitabha Buddha!”
“So Un Sa Tae has won.”
“Impossible!”
“It cannot be!”
In an instant, the mood of the Ami Sect warriors and the Sa Hyuk Ryeon forces flowed in opposite directions.
The nuns of the Ami Sect pressed their palms together with brightened faces, while the Orthodox warriors breathed silent cheers.
On the other hand.
“Don’t tell us Nong Jil…….”
“Has fallen?”
The Sa Hyuk Ryeon forces held their breath.
The tide of war had shifted completely.
Whoosh—
So Un Sa Tae’s half-closed eyelids lifted, revealing eyes that gazed as if into some distant abyss.
The Sa Hyuk Ryeon forces, holding their breath as they watched, froze.
When the Golden Eyes, suffused with wondrous Beop Ryeok, came into view, they were overwhelmed.
Then she, looming over the Sa Hyuk Ryeon forces like a Mountain Deity herself, raised the Yun Hoe Yuk Hwan Jang slightly.
Boom!
She brought it down with terrible force.
Roaaaar!
A fierce circular Force Wave emanating from the Yun Hoe Yuk Hwan Jang swept across all directions.
“Gasp!”
The Sa Hyuk Ryeon forces staggered.
Those with weak Martial Prowess were swept up in the onrushing Force Wave and tumbled backward.
The embodiment of Beop Ryeok infused with the Dae Jeong Shin Gong.
So Un Sa Tae’s lips parted as she looked down at them with blazing eyes.
“Nong Jil has fallen!”
Hang Ma Hu spread across the field.
“…….”
The Sa Hyuk Ryeon forces began to retreat step by step as the truth settled upon them.
“Waaaaah!”
“As expected……!”
The Orthodox warriors finally burst forth with unrestrained cheers.
Meanwhile, So Un Sa Tae barely swallowed back the blood that surged up from her throat.
‘Just a little longer…….’
The Hang Ma Hu unleashed while bearing Internal Injury sent waves of terrible pain through her, shaking her Dan Jeon.
At this rate, the wound would deepen grievously.
But she endured the agony even as she drew upon her Seon Cheon Ji Gi.
And then she released the Hang Ma Hu once more.
“At the hands of the Maehwa Shin Hyeop!”
“……!”
“The Maehwa Shin Hyeop?!”
“Who, who did she say?”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Not only the Sa Hyuk Ryeon forces, but even the nuns of the Ami Sect and the Orthodox warriors started in shock at her words.
It was something no one had anticipated.
As everyone stood bewildered.
Step. Step.
A faint sound of footsteps rang out suddenly from the empty air.
In an instant, all eyes turned toward where the footsteps were coming from.
A black speck hung in the distant sky.
As everyone stared at it in bewilderment, in an instant the speck drew near.
And they found themselves unable to close their gaping mouths.
A figure was treading the void beneath the heavens, advancing at breathtaking speed.
“What in the world is that……?”
“The Heo Gong Dap Bo…….”
Someone, unable to believe what lay before their eyes, murmured the words in a daze.
Thud.
He took another step.
Just one step.
Yet with that single stride, he crossed a distance that should have taken a dozen paces, advancing onward.
A step that seemed to compress space itself.
All who witnessed this miraculous, otherworldly sight stood frozen in place.
Seeing it, yet unable to believe it.
A man was walking upon the sky.
Or could such a thing even be called a man?
Some rubbed their eyes and looked again.
But.
……
What they saw remained unchanged.
Silence fell heavy.
As though breathing itself had been forced to stop.
Yet even as this occurred, the figure hovering in the void took each step with indifference, as though a celestial being itself.
Thud. Thud.
With each footfall the sound grew louder, pressing down upon them.
The manifestion of a presence that commanded silence.
No one dared open their mouth again, only watching the scene unfold before them.
The sky itself seemed to descend with his approach.
At last, his form—so small as a dot moments before—descended beside So Un Sa Tae, and only then did his features become visible to their eyes.
A young Daoist in a dark crimson Sect Robe.
And the moment the two swords at his waist—one black, one bronze—caught their gaze with particular force.
A single name rose into every mind.
‘Maehwa Shin Hyeop!’
Having completed his dramatic entrance, Cheon Hui lowered his gaze with an expression of cold indifference.
Then he parted his lips slowly.
“Only rabble remain.”
His detached voice swept across the battlefield.
The moment the force embedded in his voice reached them, every skin crawled with dread.
No one dared respond.
Silence only deepened.
Through it all, only Cheon Hui’s eyes blazed with terrible clarity.
The gaze swallowed both the forces of Sa Hyuk Ryeon and the warriors of the Orthodox Sect alike.
Eyes alight with a momentum that transcended epochs.
Slip—
Cheon Hui drew Hwa Weol.
The moment the blade, tinged with a faint crimson hue, reflected the descending sunlight.
Gasp!
The forces of Sa Hyuk Ryeon rolled their eyes quickly, exchanging knowing glances.
The situation had turned dire.
Though they had rapidly diminished the numbers of the Ami Sect nuns and the Orthodox Sect warriors, their own forces—both the Gui Yeong Dae and Hyeol Yeong Dae—had been severely depleted as well.
Yet in this predicament, the fact that Nong Jil was dead while So Un Sa Tae yet lived was quite fatal to their cause.
And now, with Cheon Hui appearing before them, radiating such overwhelming force.
‘At this rate, it is certain defeat.’
The same conclusion crystallized in every mind.
In the brief moment as they exchanged glances.
Burst!
Those gathered there began fleeing all at once.
Their own numbers were still superior, but they judged it wiser to abandon surrender and preserve themselves for another day.
“What?!”
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
As the nuns of the Ami Sect and Orthodox Sect martial artists nearby rushed forward in desperation to seize them,
“Let them go.”
So Un Sa Tae spoke softly.
Those who had been about to move flinched at her sudden words.
Taking advantage of that small opening, Sa Hyuk Ryeon’s forces hastily fled.
“Sect Master……! We cannot allow them to escape like this…… Please, Sect Master, revoke your command!”
So Jeong Sa Tae, who had been watching this shocking turn of events from nearby, cried out in alarm as she tried to ask the Sect Master to overturn her orders.
Black blood was trickling from So Un Sa Tae’s mouth as she stood upright.
And not just her mouth.
Black blood flowed from her eyes and ears as well, dripping steadily onto her monastic robes.
She hastily deployed her Speed Technique and rushed toward So Un Sa Tae.
“A-are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
So Un Sa Tae answered softly to the question, turning her head to gaze at Cheon Hui.
“Have they all…… fled?”
Just as So Jeong Sa Tae began to panic at the barely audible voice, Cheon Hui spoke up.
“They’re running away with their tails between their legs right now. It doesn’t look like they’ll be coming back here.”
“……That’s a relief.”
With an expression of relief, the strength drained from So Un Sa Tae’s eyes, which had been wide and strained.
Her eyelids began to close slowly.
Soon she spoke again, her words labored.
“Now I can finally…… rest…….”
Before So Un Sa Tae could even finish her sentence, she collapsed.
“Sect Master!”
So Jeong Sa Tae, startled, caught her with one hand as she fell.
And then she gasped.
Intense heat was radiating from So Un Sa Tae’s entire body, and her breathing was shallow.
The alarmed So Jeong Sa Tae turned to Cheon Hui.
“What…… what has happened?”
“What’s happened?”
Cheon Hui watched So Jeong Sa Tae, who still hadn’t fully grasped the sudden change, and shrugged.
“It’s all over now.”
Cheon Hui sheathed his blade and surveyed the battlefield.
Beginning with those nearby, Sa Hyuk Ryeon’s forces had vanished as if washed away, leaving only the shocked disciples of the Ami Sect and the martial artists of the Orthodox Sect standing and watching.
Astonishment, worry, and bewilderment.
They had not yet fully realized that they had won this war.
‘Tsk, shame though. It would’ve been cleaner to kill them all.’
Cheon Hui clicked his tongue.
Part of him wanted to slaughter every one of Sa Hyuk Ryeon’s warriors, but doing so would have meant bearing casualties he couldn’t afford.
Sa Hyuk Ryeon’s forces were still numerous.
And So Un Sa Tae did not wish for any further bloodshed.
‘It can’t be helped.’
Just then, those who had stood dazed began gradually coming to their senses.
“W-we drove back Sa Hyuk Ryeon!”
“W-we won!”
“We repelled the vicious band that attacked the Ami Sect!”
Cheers erupted from all around as the Battle of Ami Mountain came to an end.

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