I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 35

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35.
At first, I could only undertake missions of minimal difficulty, but as time passed, I gradually gained access to more substantial tasks.
‘So that’s why they kept urging me to raise my contribution points quickly.’
Contribution points served dual purposes within the Seonmun—they were currency for purchasing dharma texts and elixirs, while simultaneously functioning as a measure of trust.
Though the mission boards ostensibly listed tasks available to those of Yun-wol rank and above, in practice, they invariably asked about one’s accumulated contribution points upon arrival.
Only after surpassing ten thousand contribution points did I gain access to genuinely worthwhile missions.
Of course, such tasks consumed far more time than simple errands like finding a person within a day or two.
Regardless, through unwavering dedication to missions without distraction, I managed to accumulate thirty thousand points within five years.
To be precise, it took four years and seven months.
“You’ve worked hard.”
“Hurrah! It’s finally over!!”
At last, I was liberated from the tedious mission requirements.
“But why did you ask me to accumulate thirty thousand points?”
I didn’t believe Baek Un-jin would assign such a task without purpose.
“I intend to conduct the Cheonsu Seonje.”
“The Cheonsu Seonje?”
Since the original work follows Yang Ja-han’s biography, I encountered far too many unknowns when confronted with reality.
“It is a ceremony of respect and greeting to the senior cultivators of Chingwoo Immortal Sect who have ascended to the heavens.”
Simply put, the Cheonsu Seonje was an arrangement left behind by seniors for their juniors.
Junior cultivators offer their respects to the seniors of Chingwoo Immortal Sect in the Lower Realm, while the ascended cultivators bestow gifts—dharma texts, elixirs, and other treasures—upon their juniors.
Naturally, no one knew beforehand which cultivator would receive what.
From the recipient’s perspective, it was a form of lottery.
“Follow me.”
“Yes.”
Eun Hui-gyeom and I followed Baek Un-jin deeper into the inner sanctum of Chingwoo Immortal Sect.
Only cultivators of elder rank and above could freely traverse the inner sanctum of Chingwoo Immortal Sect.
Under the pretext of conducting the Cheonsu Seonje, we were able to explore places we had never visited before alongside Baek Un-jin.
‘It feels as though I’ve been here for over a decade.’
True to its status as a great sect, Chingwoo Immortal Sect was vast, and there remained many places unknown to me.
Baek Un-jin led us to Cheongun Peak, located in the northern reaches of Chingwoo Immortal Sect.
Atop the mountain summit, the highest point within the sect, stood a circular altar.
The moment I arrived at Cheongun Peak and drew breath, my respiration eased as though I had ventured deep into an ancient forest.
“This is the highest place within Chingwoo Immortal Sect, and where spiritual energy is most concentrated.”
Baek Un-jin, who had regressed to a child of roughly ten years old due to consuming innate qi on my behalf, had since returned to his original form.
Baek Un-jin positioned himself before the altar.
Carved from blue jade stone, the circular Thirty-Six Heavens Altar bore thirty-six miniature spirit seals inscribed like constellations along its circumference.
Above it, a faint luminescence danced.
“These contribution points contain your time and effort as cultivators. Using this sincerity as an offering, I shall inquire of the ancestors in the immortal realm beyond the heavens regarding your destinies.”
As Baek Un-jin formed a seal, the fate tablets of Yoo Yeon-seo and Eun Hui-gyeom rose into the air.
Light radiated from the tablets, and the contribution point numbers inscribed upon them rapidly diminished.
“I shall commence the Heavenly Water Immortal Technique.”
The Thirty-Six Heavenly Qi Formation blazed with radiance, soaring toward the heavens.
The moment the light touched the clouds, the sky split open and the Milky Way cascaded down.
Against the black expanse, constellations beyond counting.
They were no mere stars—they were the remnants left behind by the immortals of Chingwoo Immortal Sect who had paved the way and ascended to transcendence.
I gazed upward as though entranced. Upon closer inspection, each starlight bore a faint form.
The gaze of those who had long transcended mortal limits reached toward Yoo Yeon-seo.
I could sense their presence, could perceive them, yet could not truly see them.
My station was far too humble to behold them directly.
Despite their distant nature, there was strangely neither discomfort nor displeasure.
I felt their consideration, their care not to burden the three of us.
It was then that Yoo Yeon-seo stood transfixed, gazing at the heavens.
[When the time comes, ascend to that place.]
A voice difficult to comprehend resonated not through my ears, but directly within my mind.
Baek Un-jin, who had closed his eyes while forming a seal, slowly opened them and murmured softly.
“When the time arrives, I shall go there.”
I realized the voice echoing in my mind was not directed at me or Eun Hui-gyeom, but at Baek Un-jin.
[May you walk the path of the immortals and ascend beyond the mortal veil, bearing witness to the eternal truth.]
Baek Un-jin merely smiled knowingly with his eyes.
Soon, white mist undulated around Eun Hui-gyeom and me.
Beyond the mist, forms rippled faintly into view.
Whoooosh.
The mist surged forward until it was inches from my face, then vanished in an instant.
The light of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Qi Formation, which had reached the sky, gradually faded, and above it floated something like a long bolt of silk cloth.
The silk cloth rippled and drifted toward me of its own accord.
A blue sword descended toward Eun Hui-gyeom.
The moment Eun Hui-gyeom and I grasped them respectively, the light of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Qi Formation vanished completely.
“What is this?”
“The Silver Milky Way Sash and the Hanging Moon Sword, it seems.”
The Silver Milky Way Sash was a long silk cloth worn across the shoulders.
Though it appeared as an ordinary cloth on the surface, it was a dharma artifact that could extend when infused with spiritual power, allowing one to soar through the heavens or serve defensive purposes.
“Is it… something good?”
“It is said to have been used by Yoon Seon-ja Hwa-ryeon, one of the Seven Grand Elders of Chingwoo Immortal Sect. It is a dharma treasure perfectly suited for you, who cannot yet wield spiritual power.”
When I draped it across my shoulders, it harmonized beautifully with my wing robe.
“You received a sword?”
“Yes. But what kind of sword is this?”
Eun Hui-gyeom drew the blade slightly to examine it.
Over the five years, Eun Hui-gyeom had grown taller, his face transformed beyond recognition into a proper young man.
“The Hanging Moon Sword was wielded by Nag-wol Geom-jon Mu-jin, the Sect Master of the forty-first generation. A sword of the Sect Master—truly exceptional.”
“What? The sword of the previous Sect Master? Am I truly worthy of receiving such a thing?”
At the mention of the Sect Master’s sword, Eun Hui-gyeom’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Those who have ascended have no further use for it, so you are now the sword’s master.”
There was a rule among the dharma treasures descended from the Cheonsu Immortal Sect: regardless of what they were, only the person who received them could use them.
Eun Hui-gyeom and I paid our respects to our senior brothers who had ascended, then descended from Cheongun Peak.
“By the way, what happened to Paecheonmun?”
From around the time we began crossing the ten-thousand mark, both Eun Hui-gyeom and I frequently discovered villages and the Holy City where Paecheonmun’s Tosin Foundation was presumed to be located.
Each time, we treated patients with the newly improved Vitality Pills as Baek Un-jin had instructed, then reported our findings to the Seonmun.
Perhaps because Baek Un-jin wanted us to focus on accumulating contribution points, he hadn’t volunteered information about Paecheonmun’s activities.
Now that the Cheonsu Immortal Sect had ended, it seemed appropriate to ask.
“It seems the Jeongmun Paldae has been destroying the Tosin Foundation, so their movements have become far less frequent lately.”
Of course, they had merely become less active—Paecheonmun hadn’t disappeared.
Those wretches would undoubtedly continue attempting to bring about the calamity of earth.
“Now, reach the seventh star of Yeon-gi-gi.”
“Pardon?”
“What?”
Eun Hui-gyeom and I stared at Baek Un-jin with wide eyes.
I’d thought we might finally have some free time, but this was completely unexpected.
Moreover, the seventh star of Yeon-gi-gi?
“Master, I’m still only at the fourth star.”
“I’m at the third star…”
Was this master serious?
Was the seventh star of Yeon-gi-gi a joke?
Eun Hui-gyeom and I were both still in our twenties.
For ordinary cultivators, reaching the fourth star of Yeon-gi-gi at this age was already considered excellent progress.
“There will be no further missions until both of you reach the seventh star of Yeon-gi-gi.”
But our master was an unparalleled genius, so such excuses held no weight.
“Train at Dongcheon Welfare Center during the day, and when you come at night, I’ll guide each of you individually.”
“If we go to Dongcheon Welfare Center during the day and train at night, when are we supposed to sleep?”
“A few days without sleep won’t kill you.”
Faced with Baek Un-jin’s perfectly logical response, Eun Hui-gyeom and I were left speechless.
Thus began our hellish training life under our master’s guidance.
“Aaaahhh! W-wait! My arm, my arm is about to break!”
“Master, a mountain just flew away—are you really telling me to do that?”

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