Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 305

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Episode 305
“…….”
Those watching fell silent in an instant.
Everyone gathered was a martial artist.
More than that—they were masters of Internal Force, the elite of the Murim Alliance’s Military Force Unit.
And so when Maehwa Sword Association opened his eyes, everyone naturally felt the spiritual aura he released.
A presence laden with mystery.
Though all those present merely stood watching, they found themselves not only overwhelmed by Maehwa Sword Association but swallowed by his aura.
That was why they had eagerly anticipated what he would say the moment his lips parted.
But then.
His first words were nothing like what they had expected.
“You’ve never seen Breathing Cultivation before……?”
“Did I mishear?”
Just as everyone was about to voice their bewilderment.
“Sect Leader!”
“Are you alright?”
There were those who moved with urgency.
It was the Myeoljjeol Corps.
They had arrived at the final scene after the battle ended and, upon seeing Cheon Hui practicing Breathing Cultivation, had immediately arranged themselves in a circle to stand guard.
The moment Cheon Hui opened his eyes, they rushed forward.
Cheon Hui showed no bewilderment at their reaction.
Rather, he regarded what he had said as perfectly natural.
It was because they knew his temperament.
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui ignored them entirely and rose to his feet.
“What about casualties?”
Cheon Hui looked at them and asked.
“No deaths, only thirty wounded. Fortunately, there are only minor injuries that should heal with a few days of rest—no severe wounds.”
Dan Ri Gwan Cheon answered swiftly.
He had already grasped the situation of the Myeoljjeol Corps long ago.
Cheon Hui cast a quick glance over the Myeoljjeol Corps.
At that gaze, the corps members smiled in unison, their eyes reflecting reverence.
“That much is manageable.”
“But are you alright, Sect Leader?”
Dan Ri Gwan Cheon asked with concern.
His gaze, eyes narrowing sharply, was fixed on the bandage wrapped tightly around Cheon Hui’s chest.
The white bandage was stained red with blood.
It must have been a deep wound.
“This is nothing to worry about.”
Contrary to Dan Ri Gwan Cheon’s concern, Cheon Hui himself remained remarkably composed.
‘What’s this, really.’
To others it would seem like a serious injury, but to Cheon Hui it was nothing at all.
It was the sort of wound that would heal with a bit of saliva.
“Then it’s fortunate.”
Dan Ri Gwan Cheon was just nodding his head.
“Sect Leader. It’s getting chilly, and you can’t stay like that much longer—how about this?”
Ho Gwang Gae approached with a smile.
“Why not wear this?”
He extended his hand with a smile.
In his palm lay a black long robe.
Cheon Hui looked at the robe being offered before him, then glanced down at his own upper body.
Only the bandage covered his torso, barely concealing it.
The shirt he had worn to staunch the wound had been soaked through with blood and discarded long ago.
“I could use one, actually.”
Cheon Hui immediately took the long robe.
Swoosh—
He wrapped it around himself with casual ease.
Then, looking at Ho Gwang Gae and the Myeoljjeol Corps members who had lined up behind him, he spoke.
“Everyone, wait here for a moment.”
With that curt command, Cheon Hui strode forward purposefully.
It was toward where Yuk Won was.
Upon seeing Cheon Hui approach, Yuk Won smiled softly and posed his question.
“Are you well?”
“Well enough, I’d say.”
“Then fortune smiles on us.”
Yuk Won’s eyes crinkled with warmth.
“Shall we return now?”
Cheon Hui asked.
The mission had been completed.
The Immortal Heaven Sect Leader had fallen, and the Bulsachen Main Headquarters had crumbled entirely.
To the point where even its form was barely recognizable.
A flawless execution.
“Indeed. The cleanup is nearly finished as well—it’s time we departed.”
Yuk Won chuckled before turning his body.
Whip—
He swiveled sharply.
Looking around, he roared out.
“Prepare to march!”
His Lion Roar echoed across the ruins.
The Murim Alliance warriors who had just finished their tasks and were catching their breath immediately rose and began readying themselves for departure.
Even the wounded scrambled to prepare.
This was Gangnam, the heartland of the Murim.
Sapa territory.
Any delay risked drawing their forces down upon them, so haste was essential.
“The seriously wounded—carry them in shifts!”
“We march without rest from this moment!”
“Keep sharp! The mission isn’t over! Remember—our duty ends only when we return to the Alliance!”
Commands rang out from all directions.
Words meant to steel the resolve of those whose vigilance might have slipped now that combat had ended.
Yuk Won watched the warriors unleash their Lion Roars, satisfied, and once the situation had settled, he called out once more.
“Return now!”
The words barely left his lips before—
Whip—whip—
Hundreds of warriors deployed their Speed Technique.
Heading back toward the Murim Alliance.
* * *
The Bulsachen Main Headquarters lay in ruin.
The Cheontong Pavilion that had once stood at the center, overlooking all, was shattered beyond recognition, and the buildings and earth surrounding it were utterly overturned.
Not a single place remained untouched.
And across that desolate ground—
“Ah… our God…”
“This cannot be…”
Wails of anguish filled the air.
The Immortal Heaven Sect disciples left behind by the Murim Alliance warriors reeled in shock, unable to comprehend a world in which their sect leader—their ‘God’—had ceased to exist.
Even as the severed head of the Immortal Heaven Sect Leader lay sprawled before them, along with the rest of his corpse.
Then—
“God, God… my God!”
A voice thick with madness spilled forth.
The disciples’ eyes turned toward that voice.
Standing there was a familiar figure.
Mangkhon Saja, the Immortal Heaven Sect’s Emissary.
“How could this have come to pass…”
Madness welled up in his eyes.
The aura he radiated was unsettling.
Spreading an aura of confusion and chaos in all directions, he knelt as he met the vacant, unfocused gaze of the sect leader’s head lying on the ground.
His movements were deliberate, reverent.
Soon he reached out trembling hands and grasped the severed head.
So carefully.
Then he cradled it against his chest.
The blood had long since dried, and not a trace of warmth remained.
Only cold greeted him.
A trickle of tears—
Tears streamed from his eyes.
Crimson tears of blood.
He turned his head, cradling the severed head against his chest, and bared his teeth in a snarl.
It was directed at the followers of the Immortal Heaven Sect.
“Do you not crave vengeance for Shin Ui?”
At that voice, wild with madness, the followers snapped to attention.
Vengeance for Shin Ui.
Those words jolted them awake from the stupor of loss that had gripped their minds.
“If you desire it, follow me.”
His words rippled through the air, unsettling in their resonance.
And yet, it was strange.
Despite the fury that burned within him, the Qi Blast that emanated from his voice remained eerily composed.
In that instant—
A blaze of light erupted.
From his eyes burst forth a brilliance unlike anything before.
A chaos aura wholly different from what came before.
It was the demonic nature of the Myeolcheon Shin Ma Ki.
Then, hefting the severed head of the Immortal Heaven Sect’s leader high in his hand, he cried out with tremendous force.
“I shall avenge Shin Ui, and grant you all the eternal immortality that transcends death!”
His voice echoed from all directions.
It was the Yuk Hap Jeon Seong technique.
In an instant, his voice, transformed by the Yuk Hap Jeon Seong, burned itself powerfully into the minds of the followers.
Just as the voice of the Immortal Heaven Sect’s leader once had.
Mangkhon Saja watched as the followers’ eyes began to kindle with purpose, and he detonated his Internal Force.
“I shall destroy the very heaven that slew our god!”
* * *
The Murim Alliance warriors, having fled northward at great speed and escaped Guizhou, boarded their vessel.
“You’ve arrived.”
“Phew, we wondered when you’d return.”
Those who had waited on the ship, longing ceaselessly for the Murim Alliance warriors to come back, greeted them warmly the moment they saw them returning.
“Huff, huff.”
“Is it, is it finally over?”
But those who had been riding hard for days without rest were utterly exhausted, and the moment they boarded the ship, instead of returning greetings, they collapsed flat upon the deck.
It had been exactly three days.
During that time, they had eaten nothing proper, sustaining themselves on water alone as they raced along the road.
“Ugh, I’m dying.”
“So tired…….”
Moreover, having gone without sleep, several of them fell unconscious the moment they lay down.
Relief and exhaustion came flooding in once they reached the safety of the ship.
Those whose Internal Force reserves were deep enough sat in meditation cultivation to restore themselves.
“Phew, at last we can breathe easy.”
Yuk Won glanced around and offered a faint smile.
It had been a mission nearly impossible.
To kill the leader of the Immortal Heaven Sect and return alive.
Who could have imagined such a thing?
“It’s all thanks to Cheon Hui, really.”
His gaze followed Cheon Hui.
Having boarded the vessel, the man had already changed into Sect Robes and was moving his hands in deliberate motions.
Hands tracing intricate patterns.
Movements as if grasping at the wind itself, yet emanating a peculiar, captivating presence.
Then—
A sudden shift—
Abruptly, his hand movements grew violent.
Motions like raging waves themselves.
The effect was considerable.
The gentle, flowing energy that had been pouring from his hands surged violently, rippling outward.
“Cheon Hui. What troubles you?”
Yuk Won spoke urgently.
The aura was far from right.
But Cheon Hui showed no sign of withdrawing. If anything, his movements grew more violent, more urgent.
“There are rats,” he said.
“Rats?”
Yuk Won muttered the word, then startled violently.
Cheon Hui had flicked his palm outward.
Bang!
From the center of his hand, air erupted in all directions, hammering downward in a concussive wave.
Toward the Yangtze River.
The opaque circular Qi Blast struck the water in a single breath, birthing a massive wave.
“Gasp!”
“Uh, it’s swaying!”
The vessel lurched violently in response.
Several who had been sleeping jolted awake as the ship pitched beneath them.
Boom!
The explosion detonated, and water erupted skyward.
And from within that chaos—
Splash!
A figure emerged.
A man with hair black as ebony, grown long to his waist.
“Such martial prowess……!”
Kicking free of the water, he scanned his surroundings with horror in his eyes.
Then he swallowed hard.
None who fought alongside him had escaped the blast.
Beneath the surging current, only mangled bodies and crimson blood remained visible.
‘Fifty of my subordinates…….’
His gaze trembled violently.
He could not believe it.
A mere Palm Technique had made the Yangtze itself explode.
Martial prowess of a caliber he’d never heard of, never witnessed.
Even he—Baek Ya, one of only fifty among a thousand Sipyamun disciples—could not manifest such power.
No, that was not all.
Not even the Illusion Night elites, the core strength of Sipyamun, could display such martial arts.
‘This mere boy from the Maehwa Sword Association possesses power like this!’
His thoughts raced.
He had learned that a ship bearing the Murim Alliance’s warriors had arrived, and sought to gather intelligence.
And now he possessed information more startling than anything he could have imagined.
‘I must report this to the sect leader at once!’
His mind held only that thought.
No intelligence could surpass this.
He began to believe that this boy himself might be the greatest obstacle to Sipyamun’s future path.
He steadied his reeling body and drew the power of the Baek Ya Chong Gyeol to its absolute limit.
The moment pure white Internal Energy gathered at his feet—
He kicked off from the churning water.
His form flickered and vanished, moving through the falling drops as he fled.
“That one really is a rat,” Cheon Hui murmured, watching the man’s figure recede rapidly.
He raised his index finger slowly.
And in that instant—
Flash!
A streak of crimson light shot forth.
The light born from his fingertip reached the man’s heart in a single breath.
Thunk!
It pierced clean through.
Blood spilled from the man’s body like flower petals scattering in all directions, and his form—still rushing forward—toppled, plunging into the river.
Death came instantly.
Only then did the water that had exploded from the Palm Technique begin to fall back down.
Whoooosh—
As the water rained down like a deluge, the vessel that had been heaving at last found its balance.
“What on earth just——”
“What are you trying to—— Gasp!”
Those who had been bewildered by the sudden emergence now widened their eyes at the sight of blood spreading wide across the river and corpses floating in the current.
“A corpse?!”
“Were there people hiding here?”
Just as everyone recoiled in shock.
“I’ve rounded up all the rats.”
Cheon Hui, who had orchestrated this entire situation, spoke with perfect composure.
“Shall we go now?”

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