I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 56

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56.
The ridge leading toward Daehyeon Jinbi on Jaya Mountain.
As we drew closer to Daehyeon Jinbi, the blood-red mist grew increasingly dense.
From all directions, sorcerers of Paecheonmun clad in black robes emerged and began weaving hand seals.
“Sister!”
I spun through the air to evade the incoming attack, then descended to the ground.
“Kill them!”
At someone’s command, the sorcerers of Paecheonmun launched their bodies forward in unison.
From the tips of their weapons, crimson demonic energy coiled like serpents, surging forth.
Kaang.
Eun Hui-gyeom descended and wielded his Hyeonsu Nakwol Blade, deflecting the attacks.
In that moment, I swiftly wove my hand seals.
[Bongrae Chwiun]
Dozens of azure lotus flowers materialized in the air before detonating in a violent burst.
Paaaat.
A powerful blade wind swept sideways, severing the neck of a remaining sorcerer.
Corpses piled upon pools of blood, layer upon layer.
‘How ghastly.’
No matter how accustomed I had become to this world, scenes like this never ceased to unsettle me.
“Sorcerer Eun! There’s a survivor here!”
At Kang Jin-heon’s cry, Eun Hui-gyeom rushed over and deployed Cheongrim Art.
Cheongrim Art was one of the exclusive life-cultivation techniques of Chingwoo Immortal Sect.
“Cough…!”
The wounds appeared severe—even Eun Hui-gyeom’s Cheongrim Art could not fully heal them.
Still, it was fortunate that consciousness had returned.
“Are you alright?”
“Cough, thank you. But who are you….”
I examined the rank badge of the monastery practitioner Eun Hui-gyeom had treated.
‘Jo Seung-lip, Fifth Rank Badge?’
A Fifth Rank Badge meant he was at least a Qi-Gathering stage practitioner, no matter how weak.
‘What is this?’
Out of curiosity, I surveyed the surroundings and found practitioners similar to Jo Seung-lip lying dead.
As Jo Seung-lip regained his senses and saw our rank badges, his complexion hardened.
“You’re junior sorcerers of Chingwoo Immortal Sect?! Cough, flee at once!”
“What do you….”
Jo Seung-lip’s urgent cry was cut short.
The red mist swirled grotesquely as black shadows erupted from the earth.
“S-Sister! That…!! Aren’t those malevolent spirits?!”
Eun Hui-gyeom, the first to spot them, pointed.
Malevolent spirits.
They were monsters born from the resentment and lingering attachments of those whose bodies had died yet remained in this world.
‘Simply put, they were just ghosts….’
Malevolent spirits possessed the nature of gathering in greater numbers the more unjust the death and the deeper the grudge.
The collective resentment of hundreds of monastery practitioners who lay dead without ascending, trapped by Mato.
The bitter sorrow of criminals transformed into Mano, appealing their injustice.
The accumulated spirits of the unjustly slain had coalesced into a massive mass of hatred.
“That… that doesn’t look like a mere resentful spirit, no matter how I examine it.”
“Ugh, it’s a Vengeful Ghost-Soul.”
Jo Seung-lip rose to his feet with Eun Hui-gyeom’s support.
Our gaze fell upon the approaching Vengeful Ghost-Soul.
Beyond the black mist, the faceless visage of a person became visible.
Its neck twisted grotesquely, and from the gap, a single arm stretched forth unnaturally long.
Inverted legs and hands sprouted like branches.
Soon the center of its chest split open, and another face emerged from within.
As all the faces opened their mouths in unison, an enormous torrent of malevolent energy poured forth.
‘This… this is….’
The terror of death paralyzed my legs.
The Vengeful Ghost-Soul’s hand drew close, yet my frozen limbs refused to move as if they no longer belonged to me.
‘I’m going to die…!’
A sharp sound cut through the air.
A torrent of azure sword energy cascaded down, barely repelling the approaching arms.
A tremendous gust erupted.
The wind sent my body flying backward, allowing me to evade the Vengeful Ghost-Soul’s attack.
“Yu Susa! Snap out of it!”
“Sister!”
Had Kang Jin-heon and Eun Hui-gyeom not intervened, I would have been seized and killed by the Vengeful Ghost-Soul.
I drew my sword with trembling hands and gripped it firmly.
“Listen here! Didn’t you hear me say to flee?”
“Even if we flee, we’ll be caught soon anyway.”
I steadied my breathing and broadened my perspective of the situation.
The creature was not rushing toward us immediately after its first attack.
Like a predator savoring the hunt, it was enjoying its leisure.
“Our master, Elder Baek Un-jin, will arrive soon.”
Baek Un-jin would be capable of defeating the Vengeful Ghost-Soul.
I gripped my sword and corrected my stance.
“W-wait, Baek Un-jin? Isn’t that the Great Master Baek of the Wonryeong Order? Is Elder Baek coming here?”
“Yes. He’s not far away.”
Therefore, rather than defeating the Vengeful Ghost-Soul, it was far more advantageous to buy time until Baek Un-jin arrived.
The Vengeful Ghost-Soul’s eyes gleamed as it raised its arms toward the sky.
Watching the approaching hands, I began to form a hand seal.
Whoooosh.
The spiritual force of the Cheongryeon Technique spread wide, and I received the cascading impact head-on.
The shockwave was so powerful that my feet dug deep into the ground beneath me.
“Ugh…!”
I blocked the attack, but my body was driven backward.
An unblocked strike came at me from the side.
Kang Jin-heon quickly pivoted his body and drew out an iron wire, sweeping it horizontally in a wide arc.
[Wuji Fenglei Wire]
Sharp winds sliced through the arms of the creature.
Thanks to him, I managed to evade the attack safely.
The lingering wind energy targeted the body of the Demonic Gui-hon.
In an instant, cracks appeared across its massive form.
However, the severed area rippled and quickly returned to its original state.
[Die, die, die, die, die]
Fingers spread out from around its body like flower petals.
Blood flowing from its eyes traveled up its arms and dripped from its fingertips, spreading like thin threads.
Some of the threads touched the corpse of a monastery practitioner who had not yet transcended.
The corpse turned black, and the faint life force remaining in its body was sucked away.
Eun Hui-gyeom used the Suji Technique to create distance from the Demonic Gui-hon.
When the red threads touched the surging water column, it exploded from within.
Part of the thread grazed Eun Hui-gyeom’s shoulder as it passed.
“Ugh, Sister! We cannot let those threads touch us!”
Despite only a slight graze, a deep wound appeared on his shoulder and his arm turned black.
Eun Hui-gyeom quickly severed his own arm with the Hyeonsu Nakwol Blade.
“Tell me, can you all hold out until Senior Baek arrives?”
Jo Seung-lip looked at us with anxious eyes.
He wanted to help using his techniques, but his injuries were so severe that he could barely manage his own condition.
“What else can we do!”
I thought I had grown stronger.
Seeing myself unable to exert any power before a mere Gui-hon filled me with self-loathing.
But now there was no time to dwell on such things.
The Demonic Gui-hon extended its arms forward.
Then thicker threads poured toward us.
“Damn it!”
I planted my feet firmly into the ground and spread the Yuun Eunha Rung as wide as possible to protect Jo Seung-lip and his companions.
The threads struck the Yuun Eunha Rung and stopped.
From blocking just once, my wrists throbbed as if they would break.
While I blocked the Demonic Gui-hon’s attack, Kang Jin-heon used the wind to lift Eun Hui-gyeom high into the air.
Eun Hui-gyeom fell from above and unleashed a technique with the Hyeonsu Nakwol Blade.
As faces turned upward, I unfolded the Yeonhwa Seomyeong.
A deafening boom echoed through the air.
Eun Hui-gyeom and I launched a coordinated assault, yet not even a scratch marred the body of the Demonic Ghost.
‘So this is a Demonic Ghost!’
We had clashed during the Seonmun Tournament, but this creature was far more formidable than I had anticipated.
The Demonic Ghost’s massive form convulsed violently.
The faces sprouting from its chest suddenly opened their mouths in unison.
A resonant hum filled the space.
A formless wave of energy rippled outward in all directions.
[Primordial Resonance Soul Technique]
I had known that some malevolent spirits possessed the ability to wield sorcery.
Yet experiencing the Demonic Ghost’s technique firsthand proved far more devastating than I had imagined.
“Ugh!”
The moment the wave struck me, a sensation like claws scraping the inside of my skull shattered my balance.
I drove my blade into the ground and dropped to one knee, blood spilling from my lips.
Kang Jin-heon grimaced, his iron threads still clutched in his grip.
Blood trickled from the corners of his tightly sealed mouth.
Eun Hui-gyeom clamped his remaining hand over his ear and shouted urgently.
“Block the sound with your spiritual energy, quickly!”
I heeded his cry and sealed away the sound with my spiritual force.
The wave and all ambient noise vanished completely.
‘Damn it!’
An elongated arm stretched toward my feet and suddenly surged upward.
Without sound to warn me, I had failed to notice its approach until too late.
Anticipating the strike, I wrapped my spiritual energy around my body defensively.
That was the moment.
A brilliant azure torrent erupted forth.
Between the advancing hand and myself, a rippling wave of blue energy undulated.
Frigid water essence flooded the entire space.
The arm crumbled to dust and fell away with a soft sound.
Simultaneously, the crimson threads surrounding us were swept aside as the Demonic Ghost was hurled backward.
When I blinked, the hem of Baek Un-jin’s robe fluttered directly before me.
“Master….”

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