I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 57

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57.
“You held your ground well until I arrived. Step back now.”
Eun Hui-gyeom, Kang Jin-heon, and I retreated silently.
Jo Seung-lip stood behind us, supported by Eun Hui-gyeom.
[KRAAAAAAAGH!]
At the crimson vengeful spirit’s cry, the scattered mists converged once more.
Baek Un-jin wove a hand seal at the sight.
[Hyeonbing Jinsu Seal]
Spiritual energy surged from all directions, and water materialized around Baek Un-jin as its center.
The water drifting through the void circled the Gwanghan Blade, then seeped into the sword itself.
The crimson vengeful spirit extended all eight arms and lunged at Baek Un-jin.
Crimson threads converged on him from every angle.
Baek Un-jin tilted the Gwanghan Blade slightly.
A colossal barrier of water materialized around his body, rippling like waves.
The crimson threads dissolved into nothingness the moment they touched the water.
The faces twisted grotesquely, expressing bewilderment.
He slowly raised his sword and brought it down.
The movement was extraordinarily deliberate.
[Extinction Blade]
Dozens of fractured blade currents tore through the crimson vengeful spirit’s form from all directions simultaneously.
[KRAAAAAAAGH!]
With each falling blade current, resentful spirits poured from the creature’s body.
The resentful spirits shredded into fragments, coalescing into black mist, then scattering—a cycle repeated endlessly.
Baek Un-jin swept his sword diagonally.
The water surging from all directions unified, rose to towering heights, and crashed down upon the crimson vengeful spirit.
CRASH!
[KRAAAAAAAH!]
The creature’s wail echoed across the entire Mountain.
The resentful spirits, crushed beneath Baek Un-jin’s spiritual energy, shattered into fragments that transformed into light and scattered.
They wavered briefly in the void, then dispersed into the heavens.
Once the resentful spirits vanished completely, Baek Un-jin silently sheathed his blade.
“You’re injured.”
Baek Un-jin wove a hand seal toward us and deployed the Cheongrim technique.
Spiritual energy seeped into our bodies, and our wounds healed instantly.
Baek Un-jin’s gaze fell upon Jo Seung-lip.
“A disciple of Hyeonganmun, Jo Seung-lip, pays respects to the elder.”
“What is the situation?”
“It is dire. If the Daehyeon Jinbi crumbles and the Dragon Vein falls into Paecheonmun’s hands, a catastrophe beyond control will unfold. Several elders of Hyeonganmun are holding the line even now, but I cannot say how long they can endure.”
“We must make haste.”
“May I accompany you?”
“You?”
Though Baek Un-jin had healed my wounds, my cultivation had not yet recovered.
“I won’t hold you back.”
“Do as you wish.”
We headed straight toward the center of Jaya Mountain.
As the Daehyeon Jinbi drew closer, a suffocating miasma pressed against my lungs with each breath.
The moment we arrived near the Daehyeon Jinbi.
Crack—crack—crack.
The earth split open, and a surge of demonic energy erupted skyward.
Beyond the crimson haze, the half-destroyed Daehyeon Jinbi came into view.
Corpses of Hyeonganmun and Eight Great Practitioners littered the area around the Daehyeon Jinbi, while the survivors barely held their ground.
At the forefront of Hyeonganmun’s defense stood a man in a black robe and a giant.
“That… that man is…!”
Jo Seung-lip recognized the man and his expression hardened.
“Paecheonmun’s Vice-Sect Leader, Dok Go-mun!”
The moment I heard Dok Go-mun’s name, I too felt a chill run through me.
In the original work, Dok Go-mun was a master who had reached the seventh tier of the Resolve Stage.
‘Since the all-out war began earlier than expected, he probably hasn’t reached the seventh tier yet.’
But that didn’t mean Dok Go-mun was weak.
Dok Go-mun’s gaze fell upon Baek Un-jin.
“Ah, how fortunate that the master of Chingwoo Immortal Sect graces us with his presence.”
Dok Go-mun recognized Baek Un-jin and cupped his fist in salute, nodding slightly.
It was not discourteous, yet it lacked genuine respect.
“Will you withdraw?”
“No.”
“I see.”
Before Baek Un-jin’s words had even finished, Dok Go-mun spoke.
“Pakgun.”
Pakgun, the man in the black robe, formed a hand seal.
[Blood Web]
The blood threads around us surged upward, writhing as if alive.
As Pakgun extended his hand, the blood threads attacked the remaining practitioners.
“Scatter!”
At Woo Tae-san’s cry, the Hyeonganmun practitioners scattered in all directions.
Crimson threads shot skyward, then fell in arcs toward the ground.
Any living thing that touched the threads crumbled to white ash in an instant.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh.
Kang Jin-heon created wind with his steel threads, severing the strands.
But there were more threads than anticipated, and those he couldn’t cut in time flew toward him.
“Master Kang!”
Jin Seok-jun, who had been suspended in mid-air, spotted Kang Jin-heon and quickly wove a hand seal.
[Heavenly Calamity Explosion]
A colossal boulder plummeted from the sky, blocking the path between Kang Jin-heon and the blood fiend.
The rock that had intercepted the blood fiend shattered into fragments.
“Thank you.”
“Not at all. I should be thanking you for coming.”
Skirmishes erupted from all directions.
I myself had no time to spare for Baek Un-jin—I had to fend off the sorcerers from Hyeonganmun who were targeting the Daehyeon Jinbi.
Boom, boom, boom.
The earth trembled violently.
Pakgun, who had remained motionless until now, took his first step forward.
With merely a forward stride, the ground beneath him crumbled, and circular fissures spread outward.
“Kahahaha! What good is calling for reinforcements?! Foolish wretches!”
Pakgun laughed heartily.
He was wearing the Maseol Jingap, the dharma treasure of Paecheonmun.
Pakgun hurled a fist toward the practitioners of Hyeonganmun.
The shockwave from his punch alone tore through the air, sending several nearby practitioners flying backward.
“Stop him!!”
Woo Tae-san drew the sacred artifact Hwanggangin from the Jeomul Platform.
Hwanggangin had the effect of temporarily doubling the magical power of practitioners who wielded earth techniques.
As Woo Tae-san wove another hand seal with his other hand, a fist of earth he conjured met Pakgun’s fist head-on.
Crash!
Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone fist as Woo Tae-san coughed up blood.
But Pakgun’s fist too appeared broken, blood trickling down.
“This melee is truly unprecedented.”
Eun Hui-gyeom, who had been observing the situation, materialized beside Pakgun.
He had lowered his body and approached during the moment Pakgun and Woo Tae-san collided.
Screech!
The Hyeonsu Nakwol Blade pierced into Pakgun’s ribs.
The sword energies of the Chilseong Youseong Sword Technique flew relentlessly toward Pakgun.
They seemed poised to cleave his body in half, but his armor blocked them.
“Damn it!”
Pakgun pivoted on his heel and shoved Eun Hui-gyeom back with tremendous force.
I swiftly extended the Yueun Eunharang and hooked Eun Hui-gyeom’s arm, pulling him toward me.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Yet blood was seeping from his shoulder.
It was from the shockwave that had grazed him from Pakgun.
Eun Hui-gyeom applied a healing technique, covering the wound with his hand.
“You little rats sure know how to cause a ruckus!”
Pakgun closed the distance between us and Eun Hui-gyeom in a flash.
I gripped my sword and unleashed the techniques of Lotus Flame Shadow.
Whoosh.
The sword, reinforced with spiritual energy through the technique, pierced cleanly through Pakgun’s shoulder.
But the moment I withdrew the blade, Pakgun’s wound sealed itself.
Pakgun drove his fist toward the ground, and both Eun Hui-gyeom and I retreated to evade the shockwave.
As I hung suspended in the air, my gaze caught sight of Baek Un-jin and Dok Go-mun.
They merely faced each other, refusing to join the chaos of this melee.
‘They must know.’
When one moves, the other responds immediately.
Though it appeared they weren’t fighting, they refrained from engaging because they understood each other’s strength too well.
Baek Un-jin’s eyes lifted slightly, meeting mine.
Even in this dire situation, he showed no sign of wavering—instead, the corners of his mouth rose in a smile.
He said nothing, yet it felt as though he were offering me silent encouragement.
‘Master cannot move in this situation. It falls to us—no, to me alone to bring down Pakgun!’
I sheathed my sword and swiftly formed hand seals.
Spiritual energy flooded through my entire body, dramatically amplifying my physical capabilities.
Pakgun extended his fist toward the empty air.
The force of it reached even the practitioners hovering in the sky.
I landed swiftly on the ground and extended the Silver Galaxy Rope, ensnaring Pakgun’s ankle.
As his balance crumbled, techniques from the surrounding practitioners rained down upon him.
Pakgun swung his leg violently, shaking off the Silver Galaxy Rope.
The force sent my body flying, but I regained my balance mid-air.
Woo Tae-san, wielding the Yellow River Seal, seized the opening I created and drove his fist toward Pakgun’s flank.
Though the punch carried spiritual force, it proved insufficient to penetrate the Demon Vein Armor.
“Cough…!”
As Woo Tae-san’s body recoiled, I exploited the gap and pressed my assault on Pakgun.
“Hmph, the same technique…!”
“Is that truly so?”
I unfolded the Diamond Seal hand gesture beside Pakgun.
As I clenched my hands tightly.
[Azure Flame Art – Needle Fire Burst]

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