Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 311

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Episode 311
“Hahaha!”
The Murim Alliance Leader laughed heartily.
After a good laugh, the Murim Alliance Leader looked at Cheon Hui and quirked his lips upward.
In that moment, his beard twitched.
“You’re in quite a hurry. Is there a reason?”
His eyes, sharp as a blade, bore into Cheon Hui with an intent gaze.
As if probing for his true intentions.
But then.
“I simply wanted to see it right away.”
Cheon Hui brushed the question aside lightly.
Both the inquiry and the piercing gaze.
The Murim Alliance Leader’s beard twitched slightly.
“……Is that all there is to it?”
“That’s right.”
Cheon Hui shrugged his shoulders and replied casually.
The Murim Alliance Leader studied him quietly for a moment, then opened his mouth.
“Fine.”
“You mean right now is acceptable?”
“Since I’ve already permitted your access, you’ll have to enter sometime anyway. If you wish it, there’s no point in putting it off.”
“That pleases me.”
Cheon Hui spoke with a smile.
“Then the rest displeased you?”
The Murim Alliance Leader seized on this, picking at his words.
Yet despite his words, a subtle twist played at the corners of the Murim Alliance Leader’s mouth.
It was a laugh laced with mischief.
Cheon Hui saw it and smiled back.
“Not all of it—just a little?”
“Hahaha!”
The Murim Alliance Leader threw his head back and laughed loudly once more.
Forgetting even the dignity of his station, he burst into a refreshing laugh, and then picked up his teacup.
And then.
Gulp—
He drank down the remaining tea in one go.
He had abandoned the courtesy of the Tea Ceremony he’d been observing until moments before.
“Yes, this is much more comfortable.”
Muttering to himself, he set down the cup and shifted his eyes to look at Cheon Hui, who was standing.
The smile had vanished from the Murim Alliance Leader’s face, and shadows fell across it from the lamplight above.
Though he looked up from below, somehow it seemed as though he were looking down.
“The more I see you, the more you appeal to me.”
As he spoke, his gaze swept across Cheon Hui.
As if trying to take in everything about him.
Under the persistent, cobra-like scrutiny of the Murim Alliance Leader, Cheon Hui twisted his mouth and spoke.
“You should drop that notion quickly.”
“Hmm, what do you mean?”
“No matter how charming I may be, I’m not inclined toward male love.”
For a moment, the Murim Alliance Leader forgot to speak and stared blankly at Cheon Hui.
Then he burst out laughing.
“Hahaha! That’s quite the amusing jest.”
The Murim Alliance Leader spoke in a laughter-tinged voice, his smile never faltering.
He seemed to be in good spirits.
Then he turned his gaze to Je Gal Goong and spoke.
“Guide our guest for me, will you?”
“As you wish.”
Je Gal Goong bowed his head in acknowledgment, then approached Cheon Hui and opened his mouth.
“This way.”
Just as Je Gal Goong and Cheon Hui were about to depart.
“We’ll see each other again soon.”
The Murim Alliance Leader bid farewell to Cheon Hui.
Beneath the yellow glow of the lamp, the Murim Alliance Leader gazed at Cheon Hui, his eyes gleaming with sharp light.
Cheon Hui’s lips parted when he saw it.
“Until next time.”
Cheon Hui returned the same bow without hesitation and turned to leave.
* * *
Cheon Hui and Je Gal Goong slipped out of the Tower Pavilion and made their way to the grandest structure of the Alliance they had visited before—the Mu Cheon Pavilion.
“Follow carefully.”
Je Gal Goong spoke as he had before, passing through the strange gate that stood before them.
One, two, three. Four…….
Doors opened and closed endlessly.
Following Je Gal Goong’s hand through the quiet of the night, each opening door sounded unusually loud.
And so, opening the final door, Je Gal Goong and Cheon Hui began their descent down the stairs.
Step, step.
The two descended in silence down the seemingly endless flight of stairs.
“I’ve become a bit easier thanks to you.”
Je Gal Goong spoke suddenly.
“Thanks to you and the Extinction Blade Corps fulfilling your duties, we not only secured advantageous ground in the war against Sa Hyuk Ryeon but were also able to identify the conspirators. I’m grateful for that.”
Conspirators? Ah, there were such people?
Cheon Hui recalled something he’d forgotten while carrying out the mission, and his lips parted slightly.
“Then don’t just say it with words—repay me in some tangible way.”
“Isn’t that exactly what we’re doing now, going to the Bi Cheon Library that you wanted to enter?”
“Tch.”
Cheon Hui clicked his tongue.
Since he’d been told he would gain entry to the Bi Cheon Library upon completing the mission, it was awkward to demand more.
Then Je Gal Goong spoke again.
“Aren’t you curious about who the conspirators that infiltrated the Murim Alliance are?”
A calm question.
But the weight of it was considerable.
Cheon Hui stroked his chin.
Conspirators, huh…….
“Not particularly curious, no.”
He’d forgotten that conspirators even existed until Je Gal Goong mentioned it.
There was no reason he’d care now.
“Fascinating.”
Je Gal Goong murmured quietly.
“Anyone else would burn with desire to know who the conspirators in the Murim Alliance are.”
“That’s them. I’m not them.”
Cheon Hui spoke casually.
“I see.”
Je Gal Goong closed his mouth.
Silence settled between them.
Moments later, the end of the staircase came into view, and a radiant glow entered Cheon Hui’s eyes.
‘It feels like it’s been ages.’
In truth, it hadn’t been that long.
It hadn’t even been a year since he’d entered the Murim Secret Archives.
But having traveled back and forth through Gangho and experienced so much recently, it felt like an eternity had passed.
Je Gal Goong then immersed himself in the light.
Step.
Cheon Hui too moved toward the glow.
Stepping into the light, two massive iron gates came into view.
Between the two doors sat a single chair, and in it an old man with thick white hair sat reading a book.
The gatekeeper—Yuk Mu Gwang.
“Elder.”
“Hmm?”
Yuk Mu Gwang, seeing Je Gal Goong and Cheon Hui approach, broke into a broad grin.
“Well, well, this is unexpected.”
Yuk Mu Gwang rose from his chair.
“I never dreamed you’d be back here so soon.”
“Neither did I.”
Je Gal Goong spoke expressionlessly.
Yuk Mu Gwang, as if the sight were familiar to him, smiled with creases and opened his mouth.
“Is it the same purpose this time?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I see.”
Yuk Mu Gwang, who had been watching Je Gal with half-lidded eyes, turned his gaze to Cheon Hui beside him.
“I thought you’d come again someday, but you’ve arrived far sooner than I expected.”
Cheon Hui shrugged at those words.
“Really? I thought I was late.”
“Ha, such confidence.”
“It’s not confidence—it’s fact.”
“A pleasing attitude indeed.”
Yuk Mu Gwang smiled broadly, clearly approving of Cheon Hui’s assured demeanor.
He then turned to Je Gal and asked, “Where do you go this time? To the Murim Secret Archives again, as before, or to the Bi Cheon Library?”
“The Bi Cheon Library.”
“An excellent choice.”
Yuk Mu Gwang nodded in approval.
Soon after, he approached the left door and raised his hand, pressing his palm against it.
And in that moment.
A brilliant flash—
Cheon Hui’s eyes gleamed with crystalline light.
Eyes infused with the inner power of the Plum Blossom Divine Art scrutinized Yuk Mu Gwang and the door with meticulous precision.
His Upper Dantian opened, and his thoughts accelerated.
The world moved in slow motion.
Within it, vital energy surged and churned.
The flow of qi streaming from Yuk Mu Gwang’s palm created a pattern on the door.
The moment that pattern completed.
A deep rumbling—
The ground and ceiling trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
Then the iron door swung wide, revealing what lay within.
The sight matched what Cheon Hui had seen when the Murim Secret Archives opened.
‘So by twisting and flowing the energy like that, the door opens?’
Cheon Hui’s lips curved slightly upward.
What he couldn’t grasp from a single observation—the flow of internal force—became crystal clear the second time he witnessed it.
If Yuk Mu Gwang had known, he would have been astounded.
This place had been built as the final stronghold of the Murim Alliance, an organization steeped in ancient history.
Because of this, both doors were the culmination of every array formation and spell method that the Je Gal Clan and the Mo San Sect had joined forces to create.
Moreover, the method to open this door had been transmitted only through oral tradition, passed from one master to a single successor—and currently, only Yuk Mu Gwang, the present holder of that knowledge, and a disciple he had secretly cultivated without anyone’s knowledge, understood it.
Yet Cheon Hui had figured it out.
From merely witnessing it twice.
It was extraordinary.
But Yuk Mu Gwang, unaware of this, stepped into the Bi Cheon Library and gestured warmly toward Cheon Hui.
“Come in, then.”
“It’s exactly the same as before.”
Cheon Hui spoke to Je Gal as he entered the Bi Cheon Library, where darkness hung thick.
And at that moment.
A deep rumbling—
The iron door that had opened began to close again, and Je Gal, standing outside, spoke.
“Half a day, then.”
As those words finished, the door shut.
As darkness threatened to descend.
A burst of light—
Night-Illuminating Pearls shone from all around.
“Ah.”
Cheon Hui’s eyes brightened.
Beneath the soft glow of the pearls illuminating the interior, countless bookshelves existed.
The number was beyond counting.
‘There’s no way I can read all of this in half a day.’
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed.
There was simply too much.
Just what met his eye appeared to rival the Mangyeong Pavilion of the Huashan Sect in scale.

“I need to read quickly.”
Cheon Hui set his feet in motion immediately.
Time was precious.
Within half a day—he had to see everything he possibly could in that window.
Cheon Hui pulled out the book directly in front of him.
At the same moment, his Upper Dantian opened wide and his consciousness accelerated dramatically.
Soon his hand began to move.
Rustle—
Pages turned with a harsh, tearing sound.
* * *
“Alliance Leader.”
Je Gal Goong, who had returned to the Tower Pavilion, called out to the Alliance Leader—who was tilting a wine cup instead of tea.
“What is it?”
“There is something I wish to ask.”
“Speak.”
“I wish to understand why you accepted the Martial Match.”
Je Gal Goong spoke carefully.
Cheon Hui’s accomplishments were considerable, yet the Bi Cheon Library was not a place from which entry was easily granted.
Since a promise had been made to allow access to that library, there was no need to accept a Martial Match.
And yet he had accepted.
The Murim Alliance Leader he knew would never have accepted without reason.
And his suspicion proved correct.
“He was stronger than I expected.”
The Murim Alliance Leader set down his wine cup with a soft clink and spoke.
The sloshing wine hung precariously at the tilting rim of the Crescent Moon cup.
“He is likely my equal in Martial Prowess.”
“……!”
Je Gal Goong’s eyes widened.
Even his typically expressionless face could not hide his shock at these words.
He was only in his early twenties.
Yet his Martial Prowess was equal to the Murim Alliance Leader’s.
For a moment, Je Gal Goong found himself wondering if the Alliance Leader was lying.
But he quickly collected himself.
The Murim Alliance Leader was not a man who would lie about matters of Martial Prowess.
Je Gal Goong’s face hardened.
“Then surely you should avoid the Martial Match even more? If you truly reach a draw…….”
He spoke urgently.
The Murim Alliance Leader had to remain aloof.
For the sake of what was to come.
He was a being who had to be so.
Yet the Alliance Leader shook his head and laughed softly.
“It doesn’t matter.”
His eyes flashed with cold intensity.
Like the bite of a cruel winter wind.
“On the contrary, isn’t it excellent? If it comes to that, they will serve as sufficient bait to draw out those who hide in seclusion.”
Je Gal Goong’s eyes widened.
He had grasped the Alliance Leader’s intention at once.
“Surely you don’t mean to bring the Eight Martial Gods back to Kangho…….”
The Murim Alliance Leader lifted his gaze and spoke, cutting off Je Gal Goong’s unfinished words.
“There—daybreak breaks through.”
The Crescent Moon and countless stars that had illuminated the dark night sky were gradually fading in the dawning light.
Night was passing; morning was coming.
The Murim Alliance Leader gazed silently at the slowly changing vista, then opened his mouth.
“The current Kangho is like the night.”
Kangho now was a realm of darkness.
It had been this way for far more than a day or two.
For decades, it had remained trapped in the night created by the Eight Martial Gods—the system of the Nine Factions Three Hegemony.
It could only dream the dreams they had woven.
“But that too ends now.”
The Murim Alliance Leader closed his eyes.
To end this endless night of Gangho, daybreak was necessary.
That bright daybreak which would push back the darkness.
And that daybreak would usher in a new morning, bringing the sun to rise over Gangho.
Slowly—
The Murim Alliance Leader’s eyes opened gradually.
The pupils revealed beneath his eyelids blazed with a light far more radiant than the daybreak dawning in the distance.
Just then, the night sky faded and morning descended.
And the Murim Alliance Leader, watching it, moved his lips with an expression of supreme confidence.
“This night shall end by my hand.”

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