Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 301

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Episode 301
At Cheon Hui’s single remark, the atmosphere plummeted into sudden cold.
Even the bitter winter frost that occasionally swept through would have felt warm by comparison to the chill that now gripped this space.
Who could have imagined it?
Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo, who ruled Guizhou like a god and whom even the other O Hwang Moon masters dared not touch, had just been spoken to with contempt by a boy barely known to the Gangho.
The shock that rippled through the gathering was inevitable.
Even his own allies—Yuk Won, Eun Seol Seol, and Gi Jung Hak—momentarily lost their words.

“This whelp spouts such nonsense!”
Manghhon Saja’s eyes blazed.
To Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo’s followers, he was their sole god.
Yet such blasphemy had just been uttered.
It was sacrilege against divinity itself.
From Manghhon Saja, whose eyes burned bloodshot as he glared at Cheon Hui, a diffuse wave of internal force rippled outward like mist settling low across the ground.
And then, in an instant—
Whoosh!
His snow-white Martial Robe billowed.
He planted his foot heavily against the ground.
The moment the white leather sole of his shoe touched lightly down upon the cracked floor—
Bang!
His form flashed and erupted forward.
The distance closed in an instant; he drew his blade upward in a sharp diagonal arc from his hip.
It was a crude, unstoppable sword line.
In the blink of an eye it blazed like light itself, and the mist flowing with his blade deepened and grew solid.
Within that long veil of haze, a faint dark thunder flickered softly.
The force contained within it was far from ordinary.
The blade, sweeping like a crescent moon, seemed as though it would cleave everything asunder in that very moment.
But then—
“Did I tell you to move?”
The Yukhap Jeonseong, burrowing directly into his mind, brought Manghhon Saja to an abrupt halt.
Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo’s command was absolute.
How could one refuse?
As a result, the sword strike he had been about to complete never finished—it crumbled before fruition.
Crack-crack-crack!
From where he stood frozen, fresh fractures spiderwebbed across the floor, and a tempest roared outward.
The Cheon Tong Pavilion swayed violently and partially collapsed.
The aftermath of the offensive he could not fully release spread in all directions.
Within the circular wave of that maelstrom—
“You possess sufficient power to justify such confidence.”
Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo parted his red lips to speak.
Without so much as a blink against the buffeting wind, he regarded Cheon Hui with perfect composure.
There was not the slightest tremor in his stance.
Despite having heard contemptuous words directed at him face-to-face, he remained utterly serene.
“Such Martial Prowess at your age—it draws nothing but admiration. A talent Heaven itself has bestowed upon you. Truly, even across all ages past and present, one could scarcely find its equal.”
“Well enough.”
Cheon Hui smirked and offered his agreement.
Still cloaked in scorn.
At this response, the stopped Manghhon Saja’s brow tensed with visible strain, yet he could not move freely. And in response to Cheon Hui’s demeanor, a faint, thrilling smile curved the corner of Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo’s mouth.
His technique: the Seophun Myeolshim So.
Step.
With that, he planted his foot forward.
Though the floor, riddled with cracks in every direction, seemed as though it would crumble at any moment, he walked as if treading on level ground, his movements tranquil and unhurried.
Yuk Won adjusted his stance and exchanged a glance with Eun Seol Seol and Gi Jung Hak at his side.
The two who had been watching him from some moments before gave a subtle nod.
Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo had taken to the field himself.
And Manghhon Saja remained frozen, unable even to move by his master’s will.
It was an opportunity that would not come again.
‘If we move together with the Maehwa Divine Cooperator…’
In Yuk Won’s eyes, a hope that had been nearly extinguished blazed up again with fierce intensity.
Cheon Hui’s Martial Prowess was greater than rumor had suggested.
If we join forces, we could bring down both Manghhon Saja and Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo.
Just as he was about to release his Internal Force.
Thump!
His heart suddenly sank.
‘What, what is this!’
A crushing pressure bore down upon his skin.
He felt the chilling sensation of a finely honed blade pressing against his throat.
‘At this rate, I’ll die!’
A martial master’s instinct screamed a warning through him.
In his panic, his eyes darted about.
Only then did Yuk Won realize that Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo was looking directly at him.
Dressed in resplendent robes embroidered with intricate patterns in golden tassels, the man’s lips curved upward in a blood-red smile.
Cold sweat poured down his face.
Those pitch-black pupils churned with dizzying illusions, their tendrils reaching out in all directions.
‘M-magic art! I must avert my eyes quickly…….’
He tried desperately to look away.
But his body would not obey.
He had already been consumed by the Demonic Force of the Seophun Myeolshim So that Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo had unleashed.
Then the Sect Master’s mouth opened.
“How bold of you lesser beings to dare obstruct what I say.”
He spoke the words flatly, then turned his head.
The three were beneath his notice now.
The only one worthy of his attention—the only one who mattered—was Cheon Hui.
Having turned his gaze, Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo studied Cheon Hui in silence.
He had ceased his approach at some point.
Meeting the eyes of Cheon Hui, who stood unmoved, he opened his mouth once more.
“I have a proposal for you.”
The Yukhap Jeonseong resonated and rang out.
The Demonic Force of the Seophun Myeolshim So rippled outward like waves across a still lake—silent yet swift.
“Ugh!”
“What is this!”
“Gasp!”
Yuk Won, Eun Seol Seol, and Gi Jung Hak clutched their heads as his voice burrowed directly into their minds rather than their ears.
It felt as though their skulls would split open.
But that agony was fleeting.
At Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo’s next words, they forgot their pain entirely in an instant of shock.
“Will you not join my sect?”
“……!”
“What did he say?”
“He’s insane!”
The three could not hide their astonishment at so unexpected an offer.
Manghhon Saja felt the same.
“Sect Master. Why would you offer such a thing to those lesser——”
As the startled Manghhon Saja began to speak.
“I don’t want to.”
Cheon Hui answered with utter indifference.
Join the sect? That was ridiculous.
It was almost beyond comprehension.
Who had he been in his former life?
The Sect Master of the Tianma Divine Sect.
And now, to such a one, this pathetic heretical sect called Bulsa Cheon was asking him to join.
It was not even worthy of ridicule.
Yet Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo did not seem willing to relent, for his lips moved again.
“If you join, I shall grant you the position of Deputy Sect Master.”
He added this extraordinary offer to sweeten the proposal.
But.
“Deputy Sect Master—what even is a Deputy Sect Master.”
Cheon Hui dismissed it outright.
“Stop spouting useless nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight already.”
And with that, he flicked the index finger of his left hand—the one without a sword.
It was a provocative tone and demeanor.
“How lamentable.”
Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo let out a sigh.
“I granted you an opportunity myself, and yet you cast it aside so?”
As he spoke, a chaotic torrent of energy erupted from his entire body like a tidal wave.
In that instant, the space around them convulsed.
It was a wave of extraordinary internal force.
“Ah, Master!”
Manghhon Saja cried out, intoxicated with elation.
Surrendering his body to the crushing energy, he smiled and knelt.
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui drained away the incoming surge of Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo’s power, his eyes half-lidded.
Hmm? Not bad.
His unfathomable internal force swelled at a terrifying pace, consuming the entire foundation of the Bulsa Cheon Sect.
He was a Divine Position.
Truly a master of whom the whole world could take measure.
In terms of pure internal force alone, he ranked among the greatest of all the masters Cheon Hui had ever encountered.
And then.
Rumble-rumble-rumble—
Cheon Tong Pavilion began to sway.
The structure was already in a precarious state; it was only natural that it could not withstand the energy now pouring forth from Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo.
If anything, it was a feat that it had endured this long.
And then.
Crash-crash-crash!
Cheon Tong Pavilion came crashing down.
In that same instant, those who had been at the top of the pavilion plummeted downward.
“Get out of the way!”
At Yuk Won’s shout, Eun Seol Seol and Gi Jung Hak hurried away on swift feet.
Thud!
They managed to land safely on the Pavilion that stood nearby.
“Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. And you, Eun?”
“I’m alright too.”
As the three confirmed each other’s survival.
“Where is the Plum Blossom Divine Cooperator…….”
The three lifted their eyes at the thought of Cheon Hui, and gasped in shock.
“This cannot be…….”
“Is such a thing even possible?”
The sky had darkened.
The brilliance of the distant mountain ridge, which had only just risen, was swallowed by Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo’s internal force.
It was a sight beyond words.
It was as though time itself had reversed, and night had fallen once more.
And those who found and witnessed the source of this phenomenon swallowed hard.
Within the collapsed Cheon Tong Pavilion, only two pillars precariously remained standing, and upon them two figures stood perfectly upright.
They were Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo and Cheon Hui.
The sight of them was transcendent.
Though Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo, who had summoned the night, was known as the master of a heretical sect, in that moment he seemed almost sacred.
And what of Cheon Hui, standing opposite?
Even facing such overwhelming force from Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo, he stood with lofty composure—as though a celestial immortal had descended into the mortal realm.
“…… This is beyond our hands now.”
Yuk Won murmured.
They understood in that instant.
That this was no longer a place for them to intervene.
* * *
Whoooosh—
Around Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo, ineffable currents of power undulated like waves.
Even as the surroundings trembled violently, he remained serene.
Standing alone in perfect stillness within the storm of unleashed power, not a thread of his magnificent robes nor a single hair upon his head so much as quivered.
And opposite him.
“Now I’ll do this properly.”
Cheon Hui tilted his head and opened his mouth.
He remained unscathed by the torrential storm of compressed inner power, his form as pristine as before.
Chaos swirled through the eyes of the Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo, light fracturing within them.
The Myeolcheon Shinma Gong.
The martial power of the supreme divine technique, forged to shatter heaven itself.
His lips parted as he fixed Cheon Hui with eyes that gleamed with peculiar intensity.
“The more I see, the more I covet it.”
His Yukhap Jeonseong resonated.
A vast force, felt like the mandate of heaven itself, was at work.
Roooaaaargh—
In that instant, dark internal force radiated from him in all directions.
The power spreading at terrifying speed unfurled in concentric waves, consuming the very heart of the Bulsa Cheon Sect.
It was a truly shocking display of martial force.
“And yet, how sorrowful it is. That I must grant you peace with these hands.”
The Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo moved his hand with deliberate slowness.
As the golden tassels adorning his flowing sleeve began to glimmer in the darkness—
His hand emerged from between the folds.
It was pure white, like fresh snow.
And with it, the internal force that had spread around him suddenly compressed with the violence of a tidal surge.
Directly above his head.
The Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo, displaying a staggering manipulation of inner power, raised his pure-white hand.
Flash!
In the darkened landscape, dark lightning flickered brilliantly from that unnaturally white palm.
Rumble-rumble-rumble—
Thunder poured down from all sides.
It was surreal.
The power the Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo had drawn forth had turned the impossible into reality.
Soon his hand, raised nearly to his chest, descended vertically.
In that moment, the air convulsed.
Whooooooosh—
The atmosphere trembled as the dark lightning held in his palm crashed down like thunder itself.
It was as though heaven and earth were being remade.
The Myeolcheon Shinma Su.
The Bulsa Cheon Gyojoo’s supreme hand technique fell toward Cheon Hui’s crown point.
“A fascinating martial art.”
Cheon Hui murmured, eyes lifted skyward.
With the Plum Blossom Divine Art already unleashed, he perceived the entire flow of the world.
His thoughts raced at impossible speed.
Even within consciousness accelerated so that the surrounding time seemed frozen, the dark lightning felt extraordinarily swift.
It appeared as real as lightning itself.
The fact that he had witnessed a martial art beyond anything he had seen before drew a white smile across his lips.
He was enthralled.
Roooaaaargh!
The power of the Plum Blossom Divine Art poured forth.
His eyes blazed brilliantly as he watched the cascading dark lightning, his gaze exploding with light.
‘Cut.’
His will transmitted to the blade.
Simultaneously, his sleeve trembled faintly.
A draw executed without conscious thought.
The martial power of the Plum Blossom Divine Art contained in the Hwa Weol stirred a faint crimson wave—
Shriek!
It soared like a dragon ascending to heaven.

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