Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 300

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Chapter 300
The Immortal Disciples who had risen to their feet appeared strange.
Their eyes were all clouded, and madness blazed across their entire bodies.
At the same time, they leaked chaotic Qi waves.
The already-dizzying peak of Cheon Tong Pavilion descended further into chaos.
……
Yuk Won and his companions’ expressions hardened.
They had just witnessed firsthand the Immortal Heaven Sect Master’s power—how he had killed the Swordsman of Sinister Rejection in a single move.
And Mang Hon Saja’s martial prowess was no trivial matter either, yet now the Immortal Disciples as well.
It was enough to make his vision swim.
‘Were they truly this formidable?’
Yuk Won bit down on his lip hard.
It was a realm beyond belief.
Especially the Immortal Heaven Sect Master’s martial prowess—he had reached a transcendent realm as though he were no longer human.
‘Can we do it without the Sword of Sinister Rejection?’
Doubts rose unbidden.
Faced with such an overwhelming divine realm that he dared not challenge, he could not help but feel the weight of defeat descend upon him.
‘The three of us… no.’
The thought caused him to falter.
‘Where is the Maehwa Divine Cooperator?’
Just as he was about to cast his eyes around—
Whisk—
Mang Hon Saja shook his blade once.
A hazy Qi wave rippled from his sleeves and sword, seeping outward to fill the space around him.
It was a deep, boundless wave of inner power.
Mang Hon Saja, who could cultivate the Amroe Cheonhung Gong—a divine technique only the Thirteen Saja could master—opened his eyes halfway.
In that instant, lightning crashed from his gaze.
The Amroe Cheonhung Gong, having reached its peak state, revealed its full majesty.
Then, having spread his inner power, he spoke.
“Grant them peace.”
The moment his command fell, the Immortal Disciples began to charge, stamping their feet.
There was no question of who went first.
Dozens of them rushed forward all at once.
Whoosh!
The terrifying momentum generated by the charge of tens of Immortal Disciples—each a master at the peak of their realm—was absolutely overwhelming.
“Do not forget our purpose!”
The situation had already unfolded.
There was no turning back for them now.
There was nothing but the charge forward to complete the mission.
Yuk Won, shouting, stamped the ground beneath him.
Crash!
The already-fractured floor burst apart in places.
It was the aftermath of the Dae Hwan Yeon Bo Beop unfolding at peak intensity in an instant.
Immediately after, he rushed toward the Immortal Heaven Sect Master, wielding his blade with savage force.
From the saber raised to his waist, the Pae Ryeok Il Gi Gong shone brilliantly.
The Yeon Hwan Geo Ryeok Seom Ryeong Do.
The blade energy enveloping the blade body layered upon itself, radiating intense Qi waves in all directions.
Shriek!
The moment the blade body, charged with blade energy, bore down on the air like a thunderbolt—
“How dare you aim for the Sect Master!”
Mang Hon Saja appeared as if from nowhere.
It was a movement like that of a ghost.
Glaring with fury at this attempt to target the Immortal Heaven Sect Master while he stood in the way, he spun his leg in a rotating motion.
It was a sharp, swift leg technique.
His leg traced a great arc like a crescent moon, flying precisely toward the solar plexus of Yuk Won, who was wielding his blade.
Clang!
The powered leg completely altered the trajectory of the Yeon Hwan Geo Ryeok Seom Ryeong Do being swung down.
“Hah!”
Yuk Won, his brow furrowed at the deflected attack, staggered backward in retreat.
Whoosh!
From both sides, Eun Seol Seol and Gi Jung Hak charged in like wolves, launching their assault.
Their hands and spear carried Qi as they moved.
The Shadow Palm.
Pierce Through Unity.
In response to their attacks, each displaying their own peak technique, Mang Hon Saja detonated his Qi.
Crack-crack!
From beneath his feet, the cracks spreading across the floor grew wider still.
And Mang Hon Saja’s entire form shimmered.
The pressure bearing down was from the Qi of the Thunderous Heaven Technique he’d drawn out to its limits.
Then, all at once, Mang Hon Saja’s sword swung forth without warning.
Crash! Bang!
Each time Mang Hon Saja’s blade fell, a blurred wave of Qi scattered, utterly destroying the surrounding area.
It was a relentless barrage of sword strikes.
And soon they collided.
Clang! Splinter!
Sparks flew, and blood sprayed.
“The Dragon Form Technique and the Cat Cloud Technique? So we have disciples from the Yong Cheon Gu Moon and the Mo San Sect.”
The Immortal Heaven Sect Master watched the sight unfold and murmured to himself.
The footwork the two of them displayed was something he’d seen before during his wanderings through Zhongyuan in the past—he recognized it well.
Then it happened.
Tap. Tap.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps reached his ears.
It was a strange thing.
Even amid this chaos of intense battle, the footsteps now resounding were cutting through with particular clarity—were they not?
They even seemed to override the explosions and the clashing of steel.
The Immortal Heaven Sect Master turned his head.
A young man was walking slowly toward them from the direction of the nearly destroyed staircase.
His pace and stride conveyed an ease of movement.
“…Intriguing indeed.”
Upon witnessing such seemingly unhurried footsteps, the Immortal Heaven Sect Master’s expression grew one of interest.
He was right before them.
Yet there was no presence to be felt.
Not during his approach, and not even now.
It was as though he alone were stepping through this world, separated from it entirely.
The young man, Cheon Hui, came to a halt.
In that instant, his hair, which had been fluttering, rippled from the sudden stop before settling once more.
“The Young Master!”
Only then noticing Cheon Hui, Yuk Won cried out. At his shout, Gi Jung Hak and Eun Seol Seol, who had been holding off the attacks of the Immortal Disciples, opened their eyes wide and turned their heads sharply.
“You’ve come!”
“You were alive!”
At the appearance of Cheon Hui, who had been missing and presumed lost, their expressions brightened.
And then.
“There’s another one!”
“Ah, grant that wretch peace!”
The six Immortal Disciples, who had spotted him just as the others had, spun around with fury.
Swoosh!
Six Immortal Disciples, their faces twisted with madness, gripping their weapons, launched themselves toward Cheon Hui in a great leap.
In an instant, the distance closed.
Accelerating rapidly, they each unfolded their martial arts against the newly arrived figure.
Sword, spear, fist, foot, palm, saber.
Attacks laden with killing intent and frenzy swept in quickly, seizing the six directions and pressing in tighter.
Whoosh!
The forms powered by Qi drawn forth by each in mid-air sent the atmosphere trembling, pressing down upon Cheon Hui with increasing force.
But.
“How tedious.”
Cheon Hui spoke without emotion.
Whisper—
He drew the Hwa Weol from his waist.
The soft crimson blade reflected the light of heaven, its opaque radiance spreading forth.
Then he raised the sword high.
It was supremely ethereal.
In the moment when everyone’s gaze was stolen by that vision, the radiance pouring from the blade body gathered like threads of silk.
Shriek!
The sword cut diagonally through the air with blinding speed.
The blade strike, infused with the Inner Power of the Plum Blossom Divine Art, severed the two Immortal Disciples directly before him.
Crack!
The two, split diagonally, collapsed in place, blood pouring from their entire bodies.
But it was far from over.
Cheon Hui saw four figures attacking from behind, above his head, and from both sides, and altered the flow of his blade mid-swing.
The sword that had reached its endpoint suddenly moved with an otherworldly grace like a whip, soaring upward.
It was as though a dancer’s limbs were moving.
It was the Falling Petal Sword Technique of Huashan.
The Hwa Weol, wielded with movements of unmatched brilliance, shattered both the Immortal Disciples charging forward and their weapons in a single breath.
Crack! Shatter!
The Immortal Disciples, their chests split open by the blade with a decisive sound, coughed blood and fell dead on the spot.
“What is happening……?”
“What was that just now?”
Those watching fell into panic.
They could not comprehend what had transpired, even having witnessed it.
In the span of a single blink—a mere heartbeat—six Immortal Disciples lay dead.
It was truly astounding martial prowess.
All stood in silence, watching Cheon Hui, who had conjured this dreamlike spectacle.
“Quite a few vermin, aren’t there,” he murmured.
Cheon Hui, unmoved, scoffed and raised his blade.
The light reflecting from the blood-tinted Hwa Weol’s blade body shattered brilliantly.
Bloom!
Plum blossoms unfurled in all directions at that untimely hour.
“The Maehwa Sword Technique……?”
Yuk Won’s mouth fell open as he muttered.
The power before him diverged entirely from the Maehwa Sword Technique he knew, leaving him dazed.
Nor was he alone.
Eun Seol Seol, Gi Jung Hak, and even Mang Hon Saja—who was locked in combat with them—stood frozen like statues, gazing at the sky blooming with plum blossoms.
“Sword Flowers?”
“So vivid……?”
“Flowers in the sky?”
The blossoms that had risen were undoubtedly phantoms.
Yet even knowing they were illusions, none could dismiss them lightly.
For the mere sight of what now lay before them made their skin prickle with unease.
Sweep—
Cheon Hui continued to raise the Hwa Weol upward.
With each increment the blade rose toward the heavens, flower buds bloomed at its tip.
One blossom, then another.
Thus the buds continued to form, to bloom, to multiply in number.
At the moment the Hwa Weol touched the sky.
Bloom!
Plum blossoms opened in full across the entire heavens.
It was a sight of terrible beauty.
“I suppose I should clean house,” Cheon Hui said.
In that instant, his lips moved and a soft voice echoed forth.
Sweep—
The Hwa Weol fell downward.
A stroke from above to below……
A deceptively simple sword path.
Yet the Immortal Disciples who faced the end of that path could only surrender their souls.
Bound as they were by the crushing weight pressing down upon them from above, they could not so much as twitch a finger.
This was not the power of mortals.
‘This is divine……’
In the moment they all harbored that forbidden thought, the blossoms burst and bloomed in full.
Simultaneously, the petals scattered outward.
Dozens, hundreds, no—thousands.
Plum blossoms wove a dense lattice across the sky, then descended in a downpour.
Chiljeol Maehwa Geom O Cho Sik.
Falling Plum Blossoms, Heaven’s Rain of Flowers.
“Ah. Divine one. Grant me…….”
“……eternal life…….”
The minds of the Immortal Disciples grew distant.
A torrent of flower rain swept across the heavens, leaving no escape.
Or rather, no gaps to slip through at all.
Whisper—
The plum blossoms fell with deliberate slowness, piercing through the crown of their heads, passing through the Baihui point.
In that same breath, the scent of plum blossoms tickled the nostrils.
A thick, fragrant perfume of plum blossoms.
Then.
Shriek!
The bodies of the Immortal Disciples struck by the Falling Plum Blossoms, Heaven’s Rain of Flowers collapsed forward, lifeless.
Their forms were grievous.
Shredded by thousands of plum blossoms, their remains were barely recognizable as having once been human.
Silence claimed the space.
All movement ceased.
There was no distinction between ally and enemy.
Perhaps it was only natural.
Where dozens had stood atop the Cheon Tong Pavilion, barely a dozen remained.
In moments, more than fifty masters of the peak realm had fallen to death.
That was when it happened.
Clap, clap, clap!
The brief silence shattered at the unexpected sound of applause.
It was the Immortal Heaven Sect Master.
“Truly remarkable martial prowess you possess. I never imagined I would witness such beautiful, vivid plum blossoms.”
He smiled even as the Immortal Disciples lay slaughtered around him.
He seemed almost pleased.
Then his eyes, fixed upon Cheon Hui, gleamed with keen intelligence, and the very space bent to his will.
It was the bearing of an absolute.
“Art thou the one the Maehwa Divine Cooperator whose name spreads wide through the Kangho these days?”
His lips parted slowly.
His voice carried a demonic allure.
Even Mang Hon Saja nearby trembled visibly at such a sinister enchantment.
Yet Cheon Hui was not shaken by that voice at all, his lips curling in mockery.
“That’s right. And you’re the bastard called the Immortal Heaven Sect Master?”
“This whelp……!”
Mang Hon Saja’s eyes widened at Cheon Hui’s casual speech, but the Immortal Heaven Sect Master merely answered in a measured tone.
“Indeed. I am the Master of the Immortal Heaven Sect.”
“Tch. So you are? I’m disappointed, actually.”
“What disappointment might that be?”
Cheon Hui, facing the arrogant Immortal Heaven Sect Master, drew his twisted lips higher still and spoke.
“Your martial prowess isn’t impressive at all.”

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