I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 46

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46.
The shattered blade hurtled back toward me.
“Hehehehe, do you understand now? You are no match for me.”
“That’s something you won’t know until you see it through to the end.”
Muk-hyeon scoffed, his brush resting casually across his shoulder.
The curse inscriptions covering his upper body undulated like living breath.
Blue spiritual force layered across the fractured edge of the blade.
I pushed off the ground and lunged at Muk-hyeon.
Lotus Phantom Shadow.
My blade fractured into three afterimages, encircling Muk-hyeon from all sides.
Muk-hyeon swung his bone-crafted brush in a wide arc.
The brush cut through the air, intercepting the trajectory of my blades.
In that instant, energy erupted from the brush’s tip, scattering into the void before transforming into razor-sharp thorns that pierced through my blade fragments.
Two of my blade images dispersed.
I lowered my upper body and drove my blade upward beneath Muk-hyeon’s guard.
“You bastard!”
Muk-hyeon planted his brush vertically and slammed it down against the ground with tremendous force.
Kabooom.
The earth erupted, and jagged stone fragments erupted upward, blocking my path.
I anchored my lower body and channeled spiritual force into the Jade Silver River Ridge technique, sweeping the fragments aside.
Muk-hyeon’s brush and my spiritually-reinforced blade clashed in midair.
The blade of spiritual force grazed Muk-hyeon’s ribs, tearing through his black robe.
But his skin was as hard as bone, and I could not cut through to flesh.
Instead, my wrist throbbed with pain from the impact.
Muk-hyeon wielded his brush like a spear.
Its pointed end thrust toward my chest.
Clang.
I brought my blade up to meet it, barely deflecting the brush away.
In that moment, Muk-hyeon formed a hand seal in abbreviated fashion.
Pearl Binding Spirit Technique.
The brush’s head elongated and coiled around my limbs.
I tried to sever it, but I was already too late.
“Ugh!”
The gathered brush’s tip pierced through my abdomen.
“Hehehehe, it’s over!”
“Who says it’s over?”
Coughing blood, I formed my own hand seal and unleashed the technique of Penglai Drunken Cloud.
Blue lotus flowers undulated between Muk-hyeon and me.
I flicked my fingers lightly, and the lotuses burst apart, releasing cyan light that spread between us both.
In that opening, I wrenched the brush free from my abdomen and created distance between us.
“Ugh!”
A torrent of blood gushed from the gaping wound.
“Sister! Are you alright?!”
Eun Hui-gyeom, who had been watching my battle with Muk-hyeon, rushed over swiftly.
“I’m fine… Ow!”
I knelt on one knee and examined the wound.
Hair-like strands tangled and emerged between the flowing blood.
The sharpened hair was burrowing into the wound, obstructing my regeneration.
Eun Hui-gyeom treated the wound with his vitality technique.
A deafening crash echoed.
Muk-hyeon slammed his brush forcefully against the ground.
The earth cracked in a circular pattern, and the shockwave reached us.
“That bastard… doesn’t seem like an ordinary opponent.”
“He’s an elder of Paecheonmun.”
“An elder?! Damn, no wonder his aura felt so formidable.”
“More importantly, ugh, what about the captives?”
“Thanks to you keeping that monster occupied, we’ve managed to rescue almost everyone.”
The Mano continued their relentless assault on the criminals, forcing Kang Jin-heon and Jin Seok-jun to deal with them.
With the Mano focused on Kang Jin-heon and Jin Seok-jun, Eun Hui-gyeom had gained some breathing room.
“Hmph, what use is one more insect? Since you’ve disrupted the ceremony, I shall use your souls as sacrifices for the ritual!”
The Mano gathered around Muk-hyeon.
As he gripped his brush, the hair undulated more violently.
I steadied my stance and regulated my breathing.
“Be careful. This isn’t an ordinary opponent. He appears to be at least a 13-star cultivator.”
“Why are you telling me this now?!”
“We have to fight him anyway.”
Whether he was a 12-star or 13-star cultivator, the fact remained that he was our enemy.
Eun Hui-gyeom drew his sword with resignation.
“Let’s see if you can block this!”
As he formed hand seals with his brush, the hair extended and poured down relentlessly.
I too unleashed the technique of Bonglae Chwiyun.
The azure flames erupting from the lotus flowers burned the hair, but there were too many strands—it wasn’t enough.
“Hui-gyeom!”
As Eun Hui-gyeom severed the hair, he unfolded the Seven-Star Meteor Sword Technique with his Hyeonsu Nangwol Sword.
Pap-pap-pap-pap-pang.
Muk-hyeon defended with his hair, but Eun Hui-gyeom’s attack pierced through the defense and struck his shoulder.
“Oho, that treasure weapon. Quite impressive!”
As Eun Hui-gyeom retreated, I seized the opening and slashed across Muk-hyeon’s shoulder as I passed.
“Kugh!”
“Ugh!”
As I struck her shoulder, my thigh was slashed open in return.
I steadied my wavering leg and immediately unfurled the Lotus Formation of Bonglae Chwiun.
The lotus flowers intertwined, forming a barrier that deflected Muk-hyeon’s assault.
“Haha, hahahaha!”
Muk-hyeon’s movements grew progressively faster, making it increasingly difficult to counter.
The moment an opening appeared, the Mano lunged at me with gaping maws.
Eun Hui-gyeom swiftly deployed the Hyeonsu Cheonbaeksul.
The Mano’s body ricocheted off the water barrier that materialized between us.
Without time to offer thanks, I threw myself at Muk-hyeon.
The realization that I was not alone brought an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
As I glanced at Eun Hui-gyeom, he seemed to understand something, forming a hand seal before pressing his palm against the ground.
Cheongrim Janhyangseul.
The earth bloomed with azure light radiating from Eun Hui-gyeom’s center, forming a circle that began expelling the malevolent creatures.
The strengthened Cheongrim Janhyangseul even affected the talismans adorning the Mano within the circle.
Thus, the Mano flinched and retreated beyond the boundary.
The hair strands undulating in the air began dissolving under the influence of the Cheongrim Janhyangseul.
It was the desperate opportunity Eun Hui-gyeom had created for me.
Abandoning my blade, I poured my spiritual force into the Yuun Eunhanung.
The Yuun Eunhanung on my shoulder expanded widely, evoking the image of the Milky Way.
I formed hand seals with both hands and chanted the incantation.
Every technique possessed an incantation capable of maximizing its power.
The reason incantations were typically forgone was, naturally, their inefficiency.
An opponent would hardly wait patiently while one chanted an incantation.
But now, with Eun Hui-gyeom holding back Mano and Muk-hyeon’s techniques, it was possible.
“Spirits of heaven and earth, let ten thousand flowers form a sea. Purge evil with the azure abyss and uphold righteousness. Manhwa Cheongnyeonhae!”
The air within the Cave screamed and twisted.
Starlight poured from the Yuun Eunhanung, coiling around the surroundings and becoming a colossal tidal wave.
Thousands upon thousands of azure lotus flowers rose in unison from the ground beneath my feet.
“Hmph, how amusing! Extinguish the life of all things. Imprison souls in the black sea and bring down eternal darkness without light. Mukhae Hamnyeongdo!”
Simultaneously, Muk-hyeon also chanted an incantation.
Muk-hyeon’s Mukhae Hamnyeongdo descended upon me.
Viscous darkness poured from the brush’s tip.
Within it, formless entities writhed and reached out their hands.
Kwaaaang.
Space warped at the point where the two techniques collided.
Spiritual force leaked endlessly, and my hands trembled.
“Hahaha! Your spiritual force is considerable indeed. Let us see how long you can endure!”
Muk-hyeon’s eyes blazed as he struck the brush’s tip forcefully against the ground.
Massive ink surged upward from the center.
Emerging from the black ink were dozens, hundreds of strands of black hair.
Her hair shot forth like spears, each strand honed to a lethal edge.
I wove a seal with trembling fingers, narrowly evading the assault.
Where I failed to dodge, her attack carved deep, and blood spilled freely.
“Ugh…!”
As I endured far better than Muk-hyeon had anticipated, his expression darkened visibly.
Our strength was evenly matched.
The azure lotus flowers ignited against the ink-black torrent, charring to ash, yet from their destruction bloomed fresh petals that thrust back the darkness.
“Cough…!”
“You…! Cursed wench…!”
In the midst of our prolonged struggle for dominance.
Eun Hui-gyeom burst through the ink veil, his body a tapestry of wounds.
Gripping the Hyeonsu Nakwol Blade with both hands, Eun Hui-gyeom launched himself skyward and twisted the blade with devastating force.
Meteor Slash.
From the sword’s tip, a silver-white blade aura extended like a meteor, its trajectory aimed with lethal precision at Muk-hyeon.
Muk-hyeon attempted to repel Eun Hui-gyeom’s assault with his dharmic power.
Our combined strength became one, driving Muk-hyeon backward with overwhelming force.
A deafening boom shattered the air.
Eun Hui-gyeom succeeded in fracturing Muk-hyeon’s Muk Hae Ham Ryeong Do.
The azure lotus flowers surged through the fissure.
“Cough! Do not mock me! Do you truly believe I would fall to mere whelps like you two?!”
Spewing torrents of blood, Muk-hyeon dropped to one knee and drove his brush violently into the earth.
The hair bristling from the brush erupted skyward, transforming into a tidal wave that crashed down upon both Eun Hui-gyeom and myself.
It was an overwhelming force of despair incarnate.
‘Can I withstand this?’
As my dharmic power dwindled to its dregs, anxiety began to claw at my resolve.
[Child, why do you not tend to your own life?]

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