I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 29

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29.
“Fuhahahaha! What nonsense are you spouting? Why waste concern on the lives of insects?”
“I really can’t stand you.”
I was aware that the monastery didn’t regard heretics as fellow kin.
But witnessing such a creature with my own eyes filled me with utter revulsion.
A fury I’d never experienced before surged up from the depths of my dantian.
“Release those people at once and leave this place. Do that, and I’ll spare your life.”
“Hmph, how amusing.”
Clang.
Gwak Jun withdrew a spiritual artifact shaped like a staff adorned with bells—the Guhoenyeong—from within his robe and swung it.
The bells collided with one another, producing a jingling sound.
Grrrrr.
Simultaneously, figures wielding weapons emerged from the darkness, emitting bestial cries.
Their appearances were uniformly grotesque.
Some had entrails spilling forth, while others bore severe external wounds.
Black sclera consumed the whites of their eyes, their skin had taken on a sickly gray hue, and atop it all, dark crimson veins bulged hideously.
“Those talismans…”
Talismans were embedded throughout their bodies at various points.
They matched the talismans that had been affixed to Cheongun’s body.
Kang Jin-heon gripped his fan tightly, glaring at Gwak Jun.
“What have you done to them?”
“Among the heretics, there exist martial artists of considerable strength. I merely conducted a small experiment using them. Well, they’re failures, but still.”
Those who had been completely corrupted by the demonic energy of the talismans provided by Paecheonmun, losing their sense of self and transforming into beasts, were called Mano.
As Gwak Jun swung the Guhoenyeong once more, the Mano rushed toward us in unison.
“Even for those of the monastery, there are lines that must not be crossed!”
“Shut your mouth! You worthless scrap from Hyeonganmun. Don’t speak of things you don’t understand!”
Clang.
The Mano were originally martial artists, making them troublesome opponents.
But what proved more vexing was their regenerative capacity.
Shing.
My blade passed through the Mano’s shoulder, severing it.
Black fluid seeped from the wound before it began knitting itself closed once more.
“Grrrraahhh!”
In the process of forcibly restoring its body, the soul was engulfed in tremendous agony.
It was essentially gnawing away at the soul to achieve regeneration.
“The neck! Sever the neck! No, it’s still moving even without it! Damn it!”
The Mano whose neck Eun Hui-gyeom had severed opened its mouth and attempted to bite at his leg.
Eun Hui-gyeom, startled, quickly dodged to the side.
“Burn the curse talisman attached to its chest with your spiritual force! That should do it!”
“You say burn it, but these creatures are stronger than expected! It’s not that simple!”
Kang Jin-heon formed a seal and deployed the Windmoon Technique.
Wind spiraled within his pupils, surging forth and grazing past Mano’s body.
Though it left only shallow wounds, the curse marks clinging to its form showed no sign of loosening.
“I suspected as much when you concerned yourself with those insects—truly, common rabble of vulgar bone and mortal flesh.”
The term “vulgar bone and mortal flesh” was a derisive phrase for cultivators who had only recently ascended the cultivation hierarchy.
The more Gwak Jun wielded the Soul-Summoning Spear, the more Mano multiplied.
“This is hopeless! There’s no end to them!”
Lifted into the air by the Windmoon Technique, Eun Hui-gyeom spun his body through empty space, unfurling the forms of the Seven-Star Meteor Sword Method.
Sword radiance fell like meteors, piercing mercilessly through the Mano’s bodies.
“Since you’ve shattered this sacred altar, I shall use your corpses to break the seal!”
“Who would let that happen?”
I severed the approaching Mano and swiftly formed a seal, detonating my spiritual force.
The Mano recoiled in panic as pure essence approached them.
The Cyan Lotus Technique.
Blue lotus flowers bloomed in all directions, adhering simultaneously to the bodies of every Mano.
In that final moment, I rapidly altered my hand seal.
“Wait, hold on! Sister? That technique is still incomplete!”
Seeing this, Eun Hui-gyeom panicked and tried to stop me.
“Don’t interfere. I’m furious!”
Cyan Lotus Technique—Myriad Lotus Heavenly Bloom.
The lotus flowers enveloping the surroundings grew increasingly translucent as they touched the spiritual force.
As the seal completed, they detonated simultaneously, unleashing a tremendous explosion.
Boom.
The entire Underground Mine trembled as though struck by an earthquake.
The vibration was so violent that I momentarily lost control of my body.
“Gasp… huff…”
As Eun Hui-gyeom had said, the Myriad Lotus Heavenly Bloom was still an incomplete technique.
During practice with Eun Hui-gyeom at the Baekryeon Training Ground, I had nearly caused several major accidents.
‘But now, somehow, I felt it would work.’
Having gained insight into the flow of spiritual force while treating Hwang Yu-ha, I judged that I could now wield the Myriad Lotus Heavenly Bloom properly.
That judgment proved accurate, yet one problem remained.
‘This…’
I had consumed far more spiritual force than when practicing the incomplete version at the Baekryeon Training Ground.
Yet thanks to that, the curse marks of the hundreds of Mano could not withstand the power of the Myriad Lotus Heavenly Bloom and were incinerated.
“Impressive technique indeed.”
“When did you—!”
Gwak Jun appeared right before me and swung his fist toward my body.
I crossed my arms to block his attack, but unable to match his strength, I was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall.
“Ugh!”
“But that’s all you’ve managed—merely defeating the Mano.”
Before I could even regain my senses, Gwak Jun had closed the distance, and a blade as large as my own body gleamed in his grip.
Just as the sword was about to slash diagonally across my body, Eun Hui-gyeom swiftly intervened.
“Ugh, what kind of strength is this!”
“Move aside!”
When Jin Seok-jun placed his hand on the ground, an earthen wall rose between Eun Hui-gyeom and Gwak Jun.
Eun Hui-gyeom seized the opportunity and fled with me, but Gwak Jun’s power quickly crumbled the earthen wall.
“Ah, I had forgotten. You are a disciple of Hyeonganmun.”
….
“But that won’t suffice. That alone cannot achieve true cultivation.”
Gwak Jun grasped the great sword in one hand and formed a hand seal.
Mingto Busilgongpa.
From beneath Gwak Jun’s feet, black demonic energy spread outward like a tidal wave.
In an instant, the ground began to rot and blacken.
“Ugh, my feet…!”
Startled, Eun Hui-gyeom deployed Hyeonsuchweonbaeksul.
A semicircular barrier of water materialized before Eun Hui-gyeom.
As the black energy struck the barrier, the ground’s blackening momentarily ceased.
“Ugh, what manner of technique is this…?”
The black liquid was slowly climbing up along the barrier that Eun Hui-gyeom had created.
Eun Hui-gyeom drew upon his spiritual force to push back, but it seemed he could not hold out much longer.
“Hehe, since you seem ignorant, allow me to enlighten you. I am a cultivator of the seventh star of Yeongi.”
Though we said nothing, each of us was inwardly shocked.
Seventh star—not even sixth.
Even Kang Jin-heon and Jin Seok-jun, the strongest among us, were only fifth star.
“Hehe, which is why you should have observed your opponent carefully before attacking so recklessly. How foolish.”
Gwak Jun shook the Guhunyeong violently.
An unpleasant bell sound resonated throughout the entire mine as if echoing.
Then an unbelievable sight unfolded.
Over the corpses of the demons whose limbs had been severed or burst apart in the explosion of Manhwacheongnyeonhae, the surrounding earth and stone were drawn together like iron to a magnet.
Crunch.
In place of severed arms, rough earth and stone clumped together to form fists, and above the missing necks, grotesquely twisted clumps of earth rose in their stead.
The demons, their flesh and earth intermingled and regenerated, rose with eerie sounds of joints cracking.
“This is impossible…!”
Jin Seok-jun gasped in horror and quickly formed a hand seal, but the technique failed to activate properly, likely due to the demonic corruption of the earth vein.
Instead, the earth soldiers that Jin Seok-jun had been attempting to create lost their form and, corrupted by demonic energy, collapsed upon him.
“Master Jin!”
Kang Jin-heon hastily swung his fan, scattering the demonic-corrupted earth soldiers.
In that moment, the earth from the shattered soldiers scattered in all directions on the wind.
“Cough! Ugh, this is…!”
The fine earth scattered and seeped into Kang Jin-heon’s respiratory passages.
The substance embedded in the earth was none other than poison.
Grrrrrowl.
The Manos gathered once more, encircling us.
I spat out the blood pooling in my mouth and barely managed to push myself upright.
My spiritual energy was already depleted from channeling the Manwha Cheongyeon Hae.
Thanks to Eun Hui-gyeom’s Hyeonsu Cheonbaek Technique, I hadn’t been affected by the poisoned earth’s winds, but the toxic miasma rising from the ground beneath my feet seeped in relentlessly.
Soon, even Eun Hui-gyeom’s Hyeonsu Cheonbaek Technique crumbled under the onslaught.
“Woman of the Chingwoo Immortal Sect, I find that vast spiritual energy of yours quite pleasing. I shall offer it as a sacrifice to the Foundation.”
I drove my blade into the ground and lifted my head, balanced on one knee.
Eun Hui-gyeom, struck by Gwak Jun’s assault, was driven backward, and Gwak Jun closed in within arm’s reach.
I staggered upright and raised my middle finger.

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