Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 83

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Episode 83
Inside the Pavilion Hall where the Songnan Sect stayed.
In the innermost room, Cheon Woo Ja, the chamber’s master, stood face to face with an elderly man of snow-white hair and pale complexion.
The old man’s appearance was quite distinctive—he wore a tattered sect robe patched together repeatedly from faded cloth.
The contrast was sharp against Cheon Woo Ja’s expensive silk robe.
“It’s been a long time.”
Cheon Woo Ja bowed with great deference at Go Hyeon’s words.
“I apologize for calling you so urgently.”
“No matter. It was good to see the young ones at the Martial Alliance thanks to your summons.”
As the Songnan Sword Saint, Go Hyeon, answered in a soft voice, Cheon Woo Ja lifted his head.
A pervasive smile hung on his face as he met the old master’s gaze.
‘If they have the Huashan Divine Sword, our sect has the Master!’
He, who had been forced to retreat in humiliation because of the Huashan Divine Sword, had sought aid from the Songnan Sect—no, from the Songnan Sword Saint himself.
And the master had arrived.
In mere days.
“I’ve read the letter.”
The Songnan Sword Saint spoke softly.
“Is everything written there true?”
“Yes, it is.”
“That the Huashan Sect seeks to seize our sect’s pavilion, and that the Huashan Divine Sword has been pressing you?”
“All true.”
At Cheon Woo Ja’s firm reply, the Songnan Sword Saint stroked his beard once.
“I cannot fathom it. The Huashan Sect has never been known for such narrowness…….”
Observing the Songnan Sword Saint with his eyes slightly closed as if wavering, Cheon Woo Ja seized the moment and pressed forward quickly.
“As you well know, Master, the Huashan Sect has long regarded our sect’s rise in reputation with ill favor.”
The Songnan Sword Saint let out a soft laugh.
It was a truth he could not refute.
Indeed, the rift between Huashan and Songnan had grown as deep as it could possibly be.
“Then it cannot be helped.”
With a briefly troubled expression, he rose slowly from his seat.
“I must meet them face to face.”
Meanwhile, the Huashan Sect’s pavilion was in turmoil.
Especially Hyeon Do, upon hearing that the Songnan Sword Saint had arrived at the Martial Alliance, furrowed his brow and reacted with excessive alarm.
“The Songnan Sword Saint has come?”
The rumors surrounding the Songnan Sword Saint were ones he had long admired—a great hero of the Martial World.
But.
‘Why would he visit at such a time…….’
As the creases on his forehead deepened.
“The Songnan Sect must have called him.”
Cheon Hui spoke the words lightly, as if tossing them out.
He, who had voiced what all others dared not utter aloud, twisted his lips in an excited expression.
“It seems we’re about to have a proper confrontation.”
The absolute master of the Songnan Sect who had driven the mighty Huashan Sect to second place in Shaanxi.
Though the annihilation of the Plum Blossom Sword Masters had played a part, by any measure the Songnan Sect’s dominance thus far owed more than ninety percent to the existence of the Songnan Sword Saint.
‘He must be roughly on the level of Baek Gwi Seong, or perhaps below him…….’
Just as he was thinking so.
‘No, perhaps even higher.’
Cheon Hui revised his thinking.
He could feel a tremendous presence drawing steadily closer to this place.
“Everyone, step back.”
Hyeon Do, sensing it as well, pushed Hyeon Jin and the Plum Blossom Sword Masters behind him and approached the door.
“Please, enter.”
“Forgive the intrusion.”
As if waiting for the invitation, a reply came, and the elderly man in the tattered sect robe stepped inside.
And behind the old master came the Songnan Sect’s daoists, led by Cheon Woo Ja.
Watching the daoists pour in like a swarm of bees, Hyeon Do’s expression turned stern.
“Do you mean to wage war?”
“We do.”
Cheon Woo Ja answered with his chest thrust forward and a confident tone.
When he had first met Hyeon Do, he had been wholly withdrawn, but now he was different.
There was something he could rely on.
And that something was.
“Master.”
At Cheon Woo Ja’s words and gesture, Go Hyeon, who had been watching quietly, took a step forward.
“It is rare for us to meet like this.”
His smile was pure and clear.
That smile was gentle and benevolent, as if it belonged to the Primordial Celestial Worthy himself.
“I am called Go Hyeon.”
Hyeon Do’s eyes narrowed.
He had suspected it from the moment the Songnan Sect Daoists arrived, but there it was.
‘The Sword Saint of Songnan!’
His eyes hardened as he thought of what meeting the Sword Saint of Songnan would mean, and he bowed with measured respect.
“I am Hyeon Do.”
The two exchanged greetings, but.
“That person…….”
“The Sword Saint of Songnan.”
Those who heard the name felt their bodies stiffen with tension.
The two men facing each other were the very figures who represented the Huashan Sect and Songnan Sect in this moment.
After the two had regarded each other in silence for some time, the Sword Saint of Songnan stepped back first.
Then he spoke.
“Until now, I believed the rumors about you were exaggerated. But seeing you in person, they seem to be true.”
Though the Sword Saint of Songnan spoke lightly, the impact of his words was tremendous.
The shock that struck the Songnan Sect Daoists was particularly astonishing.
“If our master speaks of it that way, then the rumors were not exaggeration?”
“Then is it true that he truly defeated Baek Gwi Seong……?”
While the Songnan Sect Daoists held their breath.
“For a master of your caliber to appear in the Huashan Sect is great fortune for the Martial World.”
The Sword Saint of Songnan seemed pleased.
He appeared genuinely delighted, as if unaware of the current tension between the Songnan Sect and Huashan Sect.
But that lasted only a moment.
“I heard the details of this matter from Cheon Woo Ja.”
The favorable atmosphere from moments before vanished, and a sense of pressure emanated from the Sword Saint of Songnan.
“I heard you were attempting to seize the Pavilion Hall where our sect resides.”
Hyeon Do’s eyebrows twitched.
“That is not true, sir. We have never attempted such a thing.”
“Never attempted such a thing?”
“Master!”
Cheon Woo Ja tried to interject urgently, but.
“Cheon Woo.”
The Sword Saint of Songnan turned his head and silenced him with a gesture, then fixed his gaze on Hyeon Do once more.
“Speak.”
“The Martial Alliance granted it to our sect.”
“The Alliance gave it……?”
The Sword Saint of Songnan’s expression changed.
His gentle countenance cracked, replaced instead by a keen sharpness that spread across his face.
“Can you explain the situation clearly?”
“Our sect performed a mission and accumulated merit with the Alliance, and they returned the Pavilion Hall where our sect originally resided.”
“So that is your sect’s hall.”
“Yes.”
The Sword Saint of Songnan looked displeased, his head turning to fix his gaze on Cheon Woo Ja.
“That differs from what I heard from you.”
“It is all lies! With the mission they completed, our sect cannot obtain that hall. We earned ours through several years of missions…….”
As Cheon Woo Ja poured out aggrieved words tinged with desperate appeal.
“Eh, tsk tsk. Do these Daoists hunger so for conflict?”
A sudden voice drew everyone’s gaze upward to the top of the wall.
There stood an old beggar draped in a filthy straw mat.
“Yong Ju Gae!”
“Why is Yong Ju Gae here?!”
At Yong Ju Gae’s arrival, both the Huashan and Songnan sects fell into confusion.
‘Why has he come?’
Cheon Hui fixed his gaze on Yong Ju Gae.
He had known the man would come, but he hadn’t expected him to reveal himself so openly.
‘It’s been a while.’
At that moment, his voice transmission brushed against Cheon Hui’s ears.
‘Why did you come here?’
‘Heh. What do you think?’
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed in that instant.
‘So he’s choosing which of the three to side with.’
As if confirming his suspicion, Yong Ju Gae grinned widely, baring yellowed teeth.
Then Yong Ju Gae sprang down with a sudden movement.
He descended gracefully through the air, landing between Hyeon Do and Go Hyeon with easy elegance, then chuckled to himself.
“I thought I was just visiting the Martial Alliance after so long, but did you come here to pick a fight?”
“Things seem to have unfolded that way.”
“Didn’t I tell you before? Biased information clouds both eyes and ears.”
Yong Ju Gae and Go Hyeon spoke as if they were old, intimate acquaintances.
“Is what Cheon Woo Ja said false, then?”
“Indeed it is.”
At Yong Ju Gae’s casual remark—
“That’s absurd! How could such a small force have annihilated the entire Suryong Organization?”
Cheon Woo Ja flared up.
But Yong Ju Gae, hearing such words, simply ignored him while digging at his ear.
“In a few days, you’ll know it for certain, yet here you are, playing blind and dumb.”
“Are you siding with Gae Bang because they recently joined hands with the Huashan Sect?”
“Ah.”
The corner of Yong Ju Gae’s mouth rose.
“For a Daoist, your information networks are impressive.”
The Songnan Sect priests, who had been flustered by the arrival of the Gae Bang master, ground their teeth.
“They were in on it together!”
“No wonder he showed up!”
As they vented their fury—
“So Huashan has joined hands with Gae Bang.”
A large voice rang out from behind.
Simultaneously, about a dozen Daoist priests in black and white sect robes entered slowly.
They were the Wudang Sect.
“Master Mok Young!”
At the arrival of the Wudang Sect, Cheon Woo Ja’s rigid expression softened and brightened.
“Sorry for the delay.”
The middle-aged Daoist priest at the head of the group approached with a radiant smile.
“No, I’m grateful you came at all.”
Cheon Hui watched as the situation grew increasingly complicated, his brow furrowing.
After all, the Martial World belonged to the strongest.
But what was this display?
Everyone only had eyes for each other.
‘They could just fight it out and be done with it.’
He was dying of frustration.
Why was there so much talk?
Couldn’t they just settle it once and for all?
‘Fight already.’
As Cheon Hui looked at them with eyes of contempt, Mok Young approached the three.
“I am Mok Young of the Wudang Sect. Never did I expect to meet the Wind Cloud Divine Wanderer and the Huashan Divine Sword in a single place like this.”
Yong Ju Gae grumbled at those words.
“Wind Cloud Divine Wanderer? Everyone knows they call me the Eccentric Beggar behind my back.”
“Haha.”
Mok Young, unable to counter and laughing awkwardly instead, withdrew his fist salute.
Having finished his formal greeting, he fixed his gaze on Yong Ju Gae and Hyeon Do, his lips moving.
“More importantly, I just heard that Gae Bang and the Huashan Sect have joined hands.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Is this true?”
“You know well enough.”
“Indeed it is so.”
At Yong Ju Gae and Hyeon Do’s answers, Mok Young hardened his expression and stepped to Cheon Woo Ja’s side.
“Then our sect will stand with Songnan.”
A brief but weighty declaration followed.
And in that same moment, they split into two factions.
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui watched the two camps settle into their positions after the proclamation, his brow furrowing.
‘So when are they actually going to fight?’
The way they kept threatening without committing to blows looked like a child’s quarrel.
Then.
“Enough of this noise!”
As the atmosphere grew more heated, Yong Ju Gae shouted, his irritation plain on his face.
“If we’re going to do this, why not settle the matter with a Public Martial Duel instead?”
In that instant, everyone went rigid.
“What?”
“A Public Martial Duel?”

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