I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 36

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36.
Baek Un-jin’s training methods were, how should I put it, remarkably violent.
He would demonstrate something impossible, then ask with an unbothered expression, “See? Easy, right?”
As if obliterating an entire mountain could possibly be simple!
“Wow, you’ve got it easy, Sister. All you have to do is blow away a mountain.”
“Want to try blowing away a mountain? Think you can manage it?”
“I’m sparring directly with my master, you know? He says there’s no way the successor of the Hyunsoo Nag-wol Sword can’t handle a single blade properly. Ugh, my severed arm still aches.”
It seemed Eun Hui-gyeom had obtained a dharma treasure far more formidable than I’d anticipated—the blade of Nag-wol Geom-jon Mu-jin, granted through the Cheonmyeong Suseonggi.
Upon news that the Hyunsoo Nag-wol Sword had descended, senior cultivators visited Eun Hui-gyeom to express their interest before departing.
‘Though it seemed not everyone had been favorable about it.’
Being Baek Un-jin’s disciple already made him conspicuous, and now he’d been granted the Hyunsoo Nag-wol Sword on top of that.
It would have been strange if there were no cultivators who viewed this with displeasure.
Eun Hui-gyeom and I grumbled about our respective training methods as we made our way toward Dongcheon Welfare Center.
Within Chingwoo Immortal Sect, there were several training grounds designated for disciples.
Among them, Dongcheon Welfare Center was a special training ground where clear, cold celestial essence flowed.
According to Baek Un-jin, both Eun Hui-gyeom and I already possessed sufficient qualifications for advancement.
To advance, the Seemaek purification process—cleansing one’s body to its purest state—was essential.
Upon arriving at Dongcheon Welfare Center, Eun Hui-gyeom pointed at a rock beneath the waterfall.
“Oh, there aren’t many people here. Sister, that spot looks perfect!”
Just as Eun Hui-gyeom was about to leap toward the rock, a sharp voice cut through the air.
“Hey, you two there. Stop!”
A man with a piercing voice approached us.
A disciple badge hung from his waist.
Eun Hui-gyeom and I exchanged cautious glances before bowing slightly.
“So you’ve come for the Seemaek purification. Unfortunately, there’s no space here for the likes of you!”
“But the spot is clearly empty?”
“Hmph, that spot is reserved for the Celestial Master who will arrive shortly.”
“First come, first served!”
I, who had been listening quietly, suddenly burst with irritation.
Dongcheon Welfare Center was a public training ground open to everyone.
“So you’ve been coasting through the Seonmun Tournament relying solely on Elder Baek’s backing, and now you’re trying to claim the spots of your heavenly seniors?”
I gazed at the name inscribed on his badge: Wi Tae-gang.
He was one of the disciples under Elder Seo Dam-mok, who stood in opposition to Baek Un-jin.
Woo Seong-hun, standing beside Wi Tae-gang, chimed in.
“You clueless rabble should scurry off to that corner over there!”
“So that’s how it is…”
Irritated, Eun Hui-gyeom reached for his sword.
I grabbed his wrist and shook my head.
“Sister?”
“Never mind.”
Wi Tae-gang, Woo Seong-hun.
If my memory served correctly, both appeared briefly in the early parts of Cheonmyeong Suseonggi and never surfaced again.
‘It’s almost impressive that I even remembered their names.’
Minor characters, at best—barely worth mentioning.
I knew they existed, but I had no recollection of them actually doing anything of consequence.
“Your words ring true, seniors. How could mere newcomers like us presume to covet a prime location? Hui-gyeom, let’s go.”
Yoo Yeon-seo pivoted sharply and walked away.
Seo Dam-mok’s disciples snickered mockingly at the sight.
“Hahahaha! Such lowborn wretches certainly know their place!”
Eun Hui-gyeom glared at them with obvious displeasure as we retreated to the corner.
Once we’d put some distance between us, Eun Hui-gyeom spoke to me.
“That was just blatant provocation.”
“It’s fine. That spot isn’t actually a prime location anyway.”
“Pardon?”
Though the setting differed, a similar scene had played out in the original work.
It was when Yang Ja-han, who had become a disciple of Wuji Xuanmen, tried to claim a spot for his cultivation, and the senior disciples made his life miserable.
‘I think it was around this area.’
I surveyed my surroundings, reading the flow of heavenly and earthly spiritual energy.
The spot I chose was in the farthest corner of Dongcheon Welfare Center.
Water didn’t flow well here, light was scarce, and moss clung to the rocks and ground in patches.
“By anyone’s measure, this is the worst land here.”
Eun Hui-gyeom complained bitterly.
Sure enough, the monks watching us from a distance snickered and laughed.
I infused my spiritual power into the silk cloth.
It stretched out long and spread across the ground.
“Are you really going to cultivate here?”
“Yes. This is the real prime location.”
“…Here?”
“Trust me. Just try it once.”
With Yoo Yeon-seo already settled, Eun Hui-gyeom had no choice but to take a seat on a moss-covered rock with stagnant water.
I crossed my legs and sat down, slowly preparing to begin my cultivation.
As expected, being the most remote corner, the spiritual energy here was sparse.
‘But quality matters more than quantity.’
The spiritual energy within Dongcheon Welfare Center was an artificial spiritual vein, deliberately created so that lower-ranked practitioners could train easily.
It had a starting point and an ending point, with spiritual energy circulating throughout the center’s interior in a structured flow.
Since spiritual energy at the starting point moved directly to the ending point, energy couldn’t accumulate there.
However, the deeper one went inward, the more spiritual energy accumulated along with turbid qi.
In contrast, the entrance had little spiritual energy in quantity, but its purity was exceptionally high.
‘The effect will definitely be there.’
I scraped together what little spiritual energy was present and drew it into my body.
I felt the turbid qi accumulated in my meridians dissolve in an instant.
‘But at this rate, it will take far too long.’
Quality mattered, certainly, but it was also true that the quantity was insufficient compared to what I needed.
Yet I was confident I could replenish that quantity swiftly.
Ignoring the other cultivators around me, I immediately sank into a state of absolute focus.
“Haaah.”
Drawing in a breath, I pulled the surrounding spiritual energy into my body.
A dark, silent space.
Within it, I felt faint, hazy, and heavy qi gathering.
Slowly but steadily, I felt my qi circulating within my body.
Spiritual energy seeped throughout my entire frame, beginning its circuit.
The qi that ascended along the Governing Vessel touched the Crown Point and Conception Vessel, then descended once more to the Lower Dantian, completing a single cycle.
One revolution, two revolutions—the initially sluggish pace gradually accelerated.
Once the Grand Circulation stabilized into its proper orbit, I began the Threefold Cleansing in earnest.
Each time turbid qi clinging to the corners of my meridians throughout my body broke free, I felt a sharp pain as though an awl were piercing deep within me.
Thick beads of sweat formed on my brow, and impurities were expelled through my pores.
‘Good. Now let me try this.’
I began to actively absorb the celestial spiritual energy.
As the turbid qi vanished, fresh spiritual energy surged in to fill those spaces.
Eun Hui-gyeom, seated nearby, appeared to have reached a similar state of cultivation.
Whoooosh.
Every trace of spiritual energy flowing through the entrance was drawn entirely into Eun Hui-gyeom and me.
“Cough!”
“Hack, what—what is this? Why has the spiritual energy become so thin?”
“What in the world is happening?!”
Wi Tae-gang and his companions, seated at auspicious points and performing their cleansing, coughed blood and cried out in agony.
The flow of spiritual energy in Dongcheon Welfare Center had reversed, now streaming entirely toward Eun Hui-gyeom and me.
Realizing something had gone terribly wrong, Wi Tae-gang shot to his feet.
“You wretches! So this was your petty scheme!”
Wi Tae-gang hurled a secret sword technique at me as I performed my cleansing.
Clang!
Eun Hui-gyeom, who had completed his cleansing first, effortlessly deflected the incoming blade.
“You damnable bastard!”
Wi Tae-gang, seething with rage, swiftly formed a hand seal.
A pillar of water erupted from the ground, surging toward Eun Hui-gyeom and me.
Eun Hui-gyeom formed an abbreviated hand seal, and the incoming water pillar burst apart with a thunderous crack, scattering in all directions.
Water from the shattered pillar fell like rain.
Whoosh.
Eun Hui-gyeom stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between himself and Wi Tae-gang.
He swept Wi Tae-gang’s leg out from under him, then struck his wrist forcefully with the scabbard of his undrawn Nag-wol Geom-jon blade.
Wi Tae-gang’s wrist shattered as he attempted to form a seal, his head slamming hard against the ground.
Eun Hui-gyeom brought his scabbard to the throat of Wi Tae-gang, who was struggling to rise.
Had Eun Hui-gyeom drawn his blade, Wi Tae-gang’s wrist would not have merely broken—it would have been severed clean.
How pathetically weak.
Perhaps it was from recent training with Baek Un-jin, but to Eun Hui-gyeom’s eyes, Wi Tae-gang seemed utterly unremarkable.
To be precise, Baek Un-jin was absurdly strong beyond reason.
Wi Tae-gang’s companions surrounded Eun Hui-gyeom in a tight circle.
Eun Hui-gyeom paid them no mind as he spoke.
“You call yourselves cultivators, yet you cannot overcome even a junior’s power while relying on a single auspicious site. Have you no shame?”

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