Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 47

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Episode 47
The inner chamber of Baekgweiseong.
Sama Beonjung stood before the jade seat at the top of the stairs, looking up at Baek Sashin as he explained future plans.
“After we bring down the Bifung Merchant Guild, we must seize their dealings with Binggung for ourselves. Once we control Binggung’s trade, other outside forces——”
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
At that moment, the inner chamber shook as if an earthquake had struck, and dust rained down from above.
Distant explosions followed, faint but unmistakable, and Baek Sashin’s eyes turned to ice.
Pure white eyes fixed on Sama Beonjung.
“There is commotion outside.”
The voice that emerged from between Baek Sashin’s crimson lips carried a chill like winter frost.
“I will ascertain the situation and report at once.”
Sama Beonjung, reading the displeasure in Baek Sashin’s mood, spoke urgently and rose to his feet.
‘Under normal circumstances, he would have delegated this to others and continued with our discussion.’
Sama Beonjung’s expression darkened.
The Huashan Destruction Plan, which they had prepared for so long, had been thwarted repeatedly—and now Baek Sashin was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to explode at any moment.
‘How hard I’ve worked all this time to soothe the lord’s temperament, to pacify him——’
He hurried from the inner chamber.
Creak, creak.
On both sides of the chamber’s entrance stood two elderly men who seemed to be twins—identical from the crown of their heads to the tips of their toes, both with hands clasped behind their backs.
Thump.
As Sama Beonjung stepped outside and the door closed, he furrowed his brow and lifted his gaze.
“Gentlemen.”
Sama Beonjung regarded the two mysterious elderly men whom Baek Sashin called the Black-White Death Demons and opened his mouth.
“In case of any eventuality, please remain vigilant.”
The two showed no response whatsoever.
Like stone Buddhas guarding a temple, they simply gazed into empty space, motionless.
Whoosh.
Yet Sama Beonjung thought this sufficient and turned away.
‘With the two of them guarding the entrance, this place should be secure——’
They had been like this from the moment he first laid eyes on them.
Blank eyes that gave no hint of their thoughts, movements and speech that seemed to share a single mind.
Even now, with chaos unfolding outside, they showed no sign of interest.
Their purpose had always been singular.
To guard the door.
Footstep, footstep.
As Sama Beonjung walked, he spoke.
“What has happened?”
“……Someone has broken through the main gate.”
At the answer that came from above the roofs, deep creases formed across Sama Beonjung’s brow.
“Broken through the main gate……?”
At this response, utterly beyond his expectations, Sama Beonjung’s face went rigid.
“How dare they assault this castle!”
Sama Beonjung’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
“Is it the Murim Alliance? Or the Bicheon Society? Or perhaps the Yukhwangmun?”
“It is……a single man.”
“A single man?”
Sama Beonjung’s brow twitched.
“And there is such chaos from that?”
“He shattered the main gate without warning, leaving no time to prepare.”
“……Foolish dogs, the lot of them.”
Sama Beonjung’s eyes snapped wide open.
“Quickly—assess the situation.”
“Understood.”
With those words, creaking sounds echoed from the rooftops, and they vanished.
“……Whoever this madman is, he has clearly come seeking his own death.”
His pace quickened.
Now that he grasped the situation, he had to deal with it himself.
Tap-tap-tap.
Soon his walk became a run, and after he passed through a long corridor, what came into view was a wall made of people.
“What kind of fool broke through the main gate——”
“What’s happened?”
“They’re saying the main gate’s been destroyed?”
“Some madman’s lost his mind.”
Sama Beonjung, listening to the chatter of martial artists who’d rushed out at the commotion, finally spoke.
“What are you all doing standing there?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Commander!”
“I asked what you’re doing. Well?”
“Sir, some madman came and destroyed the main gate of our fortress…….”
“I’m asking why you’re standing idle when an intruder has breached our walls!”
At Sama Beonjung’s rebuke, the martial artists’ faces went pale, their eyes darting about in confusion.
“That is…….”
“Stop talking and suppress the intruder!”
“Yes, sir.”
The martial artists, who had been blocking the view like a wall, scrambled to grab their weapons and move.
As they scattered and the view cleared, Sama Beonjung lost his words in an instant.
The main gate, which had stood as solid as the walls of Baekgweiseong itself, lay in complete ruin.
“For a single man to destroy our fortress gate like this—some truly mad fool has appeared…….”
Sama Beonjung’s voice caught mid-sentence.
Before the shattered gate stood a young man, and despite the presence of so many martial artists, his expression was completely composed, almost leisurely.
As Sama Beonjung stared at the youth in silence, beads of sweat suddenly broke across his forehead.
‘The…… Huashan Sect?! Why Huashan? Surely not!’
His complexion went cold as he saw the plum blossom insignia embroidered on the young man’s Martial Robe.
‘Did the ambush fail again? We sent the Eastern and Southern divisions, even the Baekgwi Unit, and it still failed? Who stopped them? This youth? Or someone else?’
As information flashed through his mind in rapid succession, heat began to radiate from his temples.
Then the young man’s lips parted.
“Hmm, roughly five hundred, I’d say.”
His voice was quiet and soft.
Yet it reached Sama Beonjung’s ears with perfect clarity, despite the considerable distance between them.
“Just as I’d heard.”
In that instant, his body trembled.
He could not gauge how strong the opponent was—he had never studied Martial Arts—but his highly developed sense of smell was screaming a warning.
The smell of death that the young man carried.
Sama Beonjung’s eyes hardened as he spoke.
“……Summon the Northern Division and the Guicham Unit.”
* * *
Cheon Hwi was observing the martial artists before him.
The moment the gate shattered, warriors had poured from that pristine fortress like ants.
At a glance, there were easily over three hundred.
Yet not a single one opened his mouth. They simply gripped their weapons and watched with cold intent.
“A Taoist of the Huashan Sect.”
Then, accompanied by a weighty voice, the White-Haired Elder stepped forward from among the martial artists.
“Do you even understand what you’ve just done?”
“I destroyed the gate.”
“…….”
At Cheon Hwi’s words, the Elder’s and the martial artists’ faces went rigid, and a Killing Intent blossomed into the air.
A moment away from violence.
Whoosh—
Right then, Hyeon Do and Ha Ujin appeared, unfolding the graceful Gyeongsin Technique through the air.
“Were you planning to go alone?”
“Going alone is too dangerous.”
Cheon Hwi spoke flatly without even glancing at the two who now stood beside him.
“Either way, we end up in a fight regardless.”
“So there are more of you.”
The White-Haired Elder’s eyes narrowed as he regarded the two Taoists who had displayed such remarkable skill.
“So the Huashan Sect means to wage war on our fortress……the Jongnampa Sect?!”
His eyes widened in shock.
“……The Huashan Sect and Jongnampa Sect, joining hands—is this all the Murim Alliance’s scheming?”
The Elder quickly scanned his surroundings.
If Huashan and Jongnampa had truly allied, it seemed unlikely that only these three would have come to Baekgweiseong.
Cheon Hwi laughed at the look on his face.
“There are only three of us.”
“……Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“Believe it or don’t.”
Hyeon Do and Ha Ujin suppressed smiles.
The tension that had gripped them both began to ease at the casualness in Cheon Hwi’s tone.
“Huashan Sect doesn’t resort to cowardly tactics like you dogs.”
“Neither does Jongnampa Sect.”
The two drew their blades.
The air pressed down heavy.
Whoosh!
The martial artists rushed forward as one.
Spears, swords, sabres, grotesque sickles, chains…….
An assortment of weapons wheeled through the air, each aimed at claiming three lives.
Swift—
Cheon Hwi slipped the weapons targeting his vital points with ease, then extended his hand.
Boom! Boom!
The air itself fractured, and the Martial Robe of the man who touched his palm tore to shreds.
“I’ll take the left.”
“I’ll handle the right.”
Realizing that proximity would only hinder each other’s martial arts, Hyeon Do and Ha Ujin scattered to either side.
“Well, they won’t die, at least.”
Watching the two, Cheon Hwi pressed forward, sweeping aside the rushing martial artists like autumn leaves tumbling before the wind.
Crack! Thud!
His hands drove relentlessly through the bellies of Baekgweiseong’s martial artists, methodically severing their life threads one by one.
One, two, three…….
When the number of martial artists who had rushed forward only to fall had surpassed fifty, none remained standing.
“Ack—”
“Ugh—”
The martial artists, bearing severe Internal Injuries, curled on the ground clutching their bellies, spitting blood and bile from their mouths.
“Uhhh.”
“Noisy.”
Cheon Hwi trampled over the writhing forms groaning in pain, his gaze cold as he surveyed the silent Baekgweiseong.
“Aren’t they coming all at once?”
Cheon Hwi, eyeing those still not yet emerged from Baekgweiseong, turned his attention away.
Scattered to either side, Hyeon Do and Ha Ujin were demonstrating their true strength against the attacking martial artists without restraint.
Hyeon Do’s momentum in particular was fierce.
Roar!
He poured his Inner Energy directly into his blade.
The thread-like Inner Energy coiled tightly around the sword’s edge, calling forth Sword Qi.
In that instant, his eyes flashed.
The Inner Energy of Taeulmirigong, now at the peak stage, surged forth as if sensing the anger that consumed his mind.
Whisper— Whisper—
Hyeon Do’s blade moved with blinding speed.
So swift that the eye could scarcely follow, his sword created countless afterimages in an instant, then multiplied into dozens.
It was the Maehwa Jeomjeom.
Crash!
The martial artists rushing toward Hyeon Do froze mid-movement, then collapsed.
“Today I shall achieve vengeance for my youngest brother-disciple.”
Hyeon Do looked down at the fallen martial artists, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
Then he began his onslaught.
Blood spurting from all directions.
Martial artists screaming as they fell.
“With that face, he’s quite formidable.”
Cheon Hwi watched Hyeon Do intently.
The grim-faced Hyeon Do, abandoned to his rage, wielding his blade mercilessly against his opponents, resembled a yaksha incarnate.
“Don’t you think?”
Cheon Hwi turned his head and asked.
The man who had tried to ambush him while his guard was down startled at the sight of Cheon Hwi’s pupils, but he swung his Iron Chain nonetheless.
Whistle—
Cheon Hwi’s hand moved as he watched the man attempt to wrap the Iron Chain around his neck.
“Snap!”
The man swallowed hard as he saw the Iron Chain he’d hurled caught fast in Cheon Hwi’s grip.
Cheon Hwi, observing the bewilderment flashing across the man’s eyes, wore a thin, desolate smile.
“Clang!”
The moment he exerted force, the Iron Chain snapped clean in two.
He then infused Inner Energy into the severed half he held and whipped it with savage force.
With a sickening crack, the man’s forearm bent at an impossible angle.
“Ahhhhh!”
A scream tore from his throat.
“Crunch!”
The man’s face caved in.
Cheon Hwi hurled the Iron Chain, now sticky with blood and brain matter, and turned his head.
The Martial Artists who had been poised to ambush stood frozen.
Then.
“……So there really are no more of you.”
The White-Haired Elder appeared once more.
“L-Lord of the Third House!”
At the Elder’s grim entrance, color flooded back into the faces of the ambushing Martial Artists.
“So you truly thought three of you could assault Baekgweiseong. You’re all mad.”
The Elder straightened his frame and spoke.
A faint breeze stirred.
Cheon Hwi’s gaze fixed on the Elder.
Behind him stood thirty men, spinning sickles chained to rope, their Killing Intent radiating toward him like a palpable force.
The Elder barked at the Martial Artists, who stared at him with uncertain eyes.
“You’re in the way. If you don’t want to get hurt lingering around here, get out. All of you.”
“Y-yes, understood.”
As they began to retreat in panic at his shout, Cheon Hwi’s finger flicked.
“Thud! Thud!”
A sickening sound followed, and those fleeing fell helplessly forward.
“What…….”
The Elder’s complexion drained to ash.
‘What did he just do?’
The finger flick turned toward the Elder.
“……!”
Panicked, the Elder cried out urgently.
“Kill him!”
At the Elder’s command, they threw their sickles.
The moment the sickles shot forward, keenly slicing the air as they hurtled toward Cheon Hwi—
A shimmer rippled through the air.
Suddenly Cheon Hwi wavered and vanished.
“Wh-what is this technique?!”
The Elder cried out in shock.
“Thud! Thud!”
One by one, his subordinates beside him collapsed.
“How……when…….”
The Elder’s eyes darted sideways, then fixed on his palm—and his face turned deathly pale.
“Crack-crack-crack!”
Cheon Hwi, having crushed the Elder’s head in a single motion, turned his footsteps toward Baekgweiseong.
“I’ll have to go there myself.”

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