I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 62

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62.
As the spectral entities dissolved, I immediately swung my blade toward the Minghunjing.
Whoosh.
The energy flowing from the Minghunjing formed a barrier, deflecting my attack.
Sa Do-myeong’s eyes moved grotesquely, fixing upon me below.
“You think you can break it?”
Spectral entities from different directions flew toward me in unison.
‘If I don’t shatter it here and now, there’s no way forward!’
This was a desperate opportunity my companions had created through their sacrifice.
If I retreated now, I had no idea when such a chance would come again.
Yet no matter how relentlessly I struck, the barrier showed no signs of breaking.
Eun Hui-gyeom and Kang Jin-heon held back the approaching spectral entities, but they couldn’t endure for long.
As I poured forth my sword force in a devastating barrage against the Minghunjing, a crack formed.
However, the barrier of the Minghunjing blazed with light again, rapidly sealing the fissure.
‘The repair speed is accelerating!’
Jin Seok-jun, alongside other monks, unleashed attacks upon Sa Do-myeong, attempting to divide his attention.
Yet even with only a shell remaining, the Patriarch of Paecheonmun was still the Patriarch of Paecheonmun.
He continued to receive power from the Miekmaekmadaejin.
‘There’s no other way.’
I stepped back half a pace and gathered my dharmic power using the Yueuneunharang.
The Seongjinilseom was certainly powerful, but it required time to activate.
As expected, Sa Do-myeong reacted to the dharmic power gathering at my fingertips.
As his white eyes turned toward me, three massive spectral entities changed direction and rushed forward.
Kang Jin-heon drew his iron chain and deployed the Mugeukpungnoeiseon.
The sharpened wind severed the spectral entity.
Kang Jin-heon folded the chain and approached the spectral entity, forming a hand seal.
[Thunderwind Severing Strike]
Light flashed directly before Kang Jin-heon as lightning poured mercilessly upon the spectral entity.
“Eun Hui-gyeom!”
Eun Hui-gyeom savagely cut down the remaining spectral entity.
But in that moment, smaller spectral entities rushed toward me.
‘I must break it decisively!’
My dharmic power had not yet gathered sufficiently to use the Seongjinilseom perfectly.
I wielded my blade in reverse grip with my other hand, pushing back the charging spectral entities.
Whoosh.
As my dharmic power gathered completely, I flicked my fingertips with force.
[Seongjinilseom]
A beam of light pierced through the barrier of the Minghunjing.
Sensing the opportunity, Eun Hui-gyeom swiftly felled the spectral entity and swung his sword force toward the Minghunjing.
Whoosh.
The sword strike shattered the Spirit Soul Orb.
The remaining spiritual force pierced through the Spirit Soul Orb inside the barrier with perfect accuracy.
The massive Spirit Soul Orb, which had been covered in curse seals, cracked from within and then shattered into fragments that scattered everywhere.
I blocked the debris with the Yuneun Eunha Rung and retreated backward.
Once the dust settled, only a dark hollow remained where the Spirit Soul Orb had been.
“Cough! How dare you…!”
Part of the Soul Severing Grand Formation inscribed on the ground warped.
The number of vengeful spirits that had been appearing without pause visibly decreased.
But it was too early to feel relieved.
“I won’t let you! Not this time!!”
Sa Do-myeong’s demonic energy grew even more intense.
Though the number of vengeful spirits had diminished, their power seemed far greater than before.
“Two remain! If we destroy the remaining Spirit Soul Orbs, we’ll be done!”
“Agreed!”
I was about to rush toward the Spirit Soul Orb while steadying my breathing when it happened.
‘This spiritual force…?’
A familiar power emanated from behind me.
A deep rumble echoed through the chamber.
The entire pupil trembled, and light shot forth in a straight line from the entrance.
The beam aimed directly at Sa Do-myeong suspended in midair.
Sa Do-myeong defended with demonic energy, but the attack’s power was so tremendous that the barrier shattered and one side of his body was scorched black.
“Look there!”
“Reinforcements!”
“Monks from Moo Geuk Hyeon Mun and Taeeum Okgung!”
I had heard that there was a second wave departing later because their preparations weren’t complete.
But I had never heard when they would arrive.
As the dust cleared, the first figure to emerge was a man in an orange robe—Yang Ja-han.
“…”
It had been decades since our last meeting after I nearly died at Yang Ja-han’s hands.
Decades.
A long time by ordinary standards, yet brief by a monk’s measure.
Just as I had changed greatly, so too had Yang Ja-han.
‘No, rather, he’s grown closer to his original appearance.’
Having knowledge of the source material, I found his current form far more familiar than the Yang Ja-han I had seen in the past.
Yang Ja-han walked slowly into the cave chamber.
He was taller than I had expected, yet his gait seemed light for his frame.
His black hair was tied back loosely.
Sharp features, bronzed skin, a prominent nose bridge, and large, cold eyes—a face that was difficult to forget once seen.
‘The protagonist is truly the protagonist.’
Unlike Kang Jin-heon, the official beauty of the source material, Yang Ja-han possessed a different kind of presence that captivated people’s attention.
I found myself murmuring that name without thinking.
“Yang Ja-han.”
Yang Ja-han’s cold gaze swept across the cave chamber as his footsteps halted.
The half-destroyed Melmaek Great Formation, and Sa Do-myeong hovering above it.
And the Gyeoldan-gi monks fighting without even a moment to react to the reinforcements.
My eyes met Yang Ja-han’s as he surveyed the cave chamber.
“So you were still alive.”
Just as I had uttered Yang Ja-han’s name with complicated feelings, Yang Ja-han seemed to feel the same way.
Eun Hui-gyeom approached my side and gazed at Yang Ja-han.
“Who is that person? Sister, do you know him?”
Could I really call this knowing each other?
Finding it difficult to answer readily, I simply gave a slight nod.
“Hmph, it matters not if a few more insects crawl forth!”
Sa Do-myeong, who had swiftly recovered his sorcery, unleashed his demonic energy even more violently.
The wraiths began clustering together, and their aura transformed into something ominous.
“Hear me! Monks of Moo Geuk Hyeon Mun!”
“Yang Ja-han.”
“Monk Yang! That Melmaek Great Formation there is connected to the calamity of Jaya Mountain! We must destroy all the Soul-Binding Formations to make the earth calamity disappear. The Gyeoldan-gi monks are too occupied with the Honcheon Guard Army to have any spare capacity!”
Jin Seok-jun, whose situational awareness was sharper than anyone’s, relayed the circumstances to Yang Ja-han and the monks.
Yang Ja-han unfolded his secret sword and gave a slight nod.
“We shall destroy the remaining Soul-Binding Formations!”
“That should suffice.”
Jin Seok-jun nodded, confirming the plan was sound.
“Ha! Foolish wretches!”
As Sa Do-myeong formed a hand seal, black demonic energy transformed like a whip in the sky and poured down mercilessly.
Some of it surged toward Yang Ja-han.
Yang Ja-han formed a hand seal in abbreviated fashion.
[Hyeonheo Melgong Technique]
The demonic energy that touched his spiritual power vanished in an instant.
Several monks couldn’t even comprehend what had just happened.
But witnessing it, I was taken aback.
‘This can’t be right. He’s already using that?’
The Hyeonheo Melgong Technique was a sorcery Yang Ja-han had mastered around the tenth stage of his cultivation base.
A technique that annihilates everything it touches with spiritual power.
Even if the earth calamity had occurred earlier than in the original narrative due to my intervention, his growth was still far too rapid.
As Yang Ja-han pulled his hand, the sword floating in the void fit snugly into his grasp.
“Let us destroy the Soul-Binding Formations as well!”
At Jin Seok-jun’s cry, I nodded and rushed toward the Soul-Binding Formations.
Yet I could not tear my gaze away from Yang Ja-han.
Yang Ja-han, gripping his sword, stomped against the ground.
Yang Ja-han closed the distance as if employing the Footstep Shrinking technique, standing before Sa Do-myeong’s barrier as he swung his sword.
The Xuanxu Sword Technique unfolded from his fingertips.
Sensing something dangerous, Sa Do-myeong extended his hand forward.
The moment the blade descended, Sa Do-myeong’s wrist was severed and vanished in an instant.
“Sister, watch out!”
Eun Hui-gyeom created a barrier with hand seals, blocking Gui-hon’s attack for me.
However, a simple hand seal barrier—not the Xuanshui Thousand Hundred Technique—proved insufficient to fully withstand Gui-hon’s assault.
In the brief moment Eun Hui-gyeom bought me, I quickly evaded.
Still, Gui-hon’s fist grazed past, leaving wounds across my arm and face.
Suspended in mid-air, I regarded Gui-hon once more.
“What exactly is that creature?”
Eun Hui-gyeom, who had risen to my height, glanced at Yang Ja-han and muttered under his breath.
“Ever since that bastard arrived, you haven’t been able to focus on the fight at all. What, is he some old flame of yours?”
“Are you insane?”
Regardless of being the protagonist, he was someone who had tried to kill me.
The very thought of such a person being a romantic interest was horrifying.
“That’s not it. I’m sorry.”
My excessive preoccupation with Yang Ja-han seemed to be putting those around me in danger, and I felt remorseful for it.
‘He doesn’t appear to be trying to kill me right this moment.’

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