I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 66

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66.
The moment Pung-hu raised his hand, wind surged toward me.
It was an attack without incantation or hand seal.
As the wind touched my cheek, I understood instinctively.
I couldn’t evade it!
An invisible blade born from Pung-hu’s fingertips had already reached my throat.
Reflexively, I wrapped my body in the Flowing Silver Robe, but the fabric was shredded the moment it made contact.
“Master!”
Eun Hui-gyeom’s cry sounded distant.
Bracing myself for some degree of injury, I squeezed my eyes shut.
Crash!
A colossal earthen wall surged before me, absorbing the full force of Pung-hu’s blade wind.
The wall was torn to shreds like paper by the wind, yet in those gaps, fresh earth continuously filled the breaches.
In a fraction of a heartbeat, dozens of earthen barriers were created and destroyed in succession.
Pung-hu’s blade wind subsided.
Before me lay a collapsed mound of earth and a vast, deeply carved chasm.
“….”
When I turned my head, I saw Jin Seok-jun.
He knelt on one knee, both hands driven deep into the ground.
“Cough! Hack!”
“Jin Seok-jun!”
Jin Seok-jun coughed up blood.
His robe was stained crimson—he had lost an alarming amount of blood.
“I’m… fine.”
Fine? Hardly.
I could see he was struggling even to support himself on his hands against the ground.
“Interesting?”
Pung-hu, having blocked the attack, tilted his head with apparent curiosity.
“So you’re from Hyeonganmun. Impressive.”
As Pung-hu’s gaze fell upon Jin Seok-jun, the monk’s shoulders trembled.
Jin Seok-jun steadied his breathing, pushed himself up from his knee, and staggered to his feet.
“Master. Could you buy me a little time?”
“How much? What are you planning?”
“Just a moment will suffice.”
At Jin Seok-jun’s words, I immediately formed a hand seal and prepared for combat.
I didn’t know what he intended, but from everything I’d observed of Jin Seok-jun’s character, he was not the type to make such a request without good reason.
“Perhaps something might come of it.”
“I don’t know what, but understood.”
Jin Seok-jun knelt on one knee and drove his hands into the ground.
Around him, a faint ochre-colored aura began to rise.
“Ha.”
Pung-hu let out a low chuckle.
“It matters not what you scheme. With me before you, whatever you do will yield the same result—there is no need to rush.”
Pung-hu’s unhurried demeanor sent chills down my spine.
Pung-hu slowly raised his hand toward the empty air.
The wind rippled, and the hair that had been scraping against the ground suddenly shot upward.
“However.”
The flow of air moved in accordance with Pung-hu’s fingertips.
As he wove a seal, the air throughout the entire Cave Chamber trembled at once.
“You should abandon any thoughts of escape.”
Fwoooooosh.
The immense pressure crushed my breath, and my eardrums felt as though they would burst.
“Ugh!”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Screams erupted from all directions.
The monks who had barely managed to steady themselves collapsed one after another.
I myself might have lost consciousness had I not blocked it with the Jade Silver Ethereal Technique.
“What in the—!”
Eun Hui-gyeom, his sword planted in the ground, used healing arts to restore only one ear first.
Blood trickled down from the other ear.
Purple demonic energy flowed along the cavern walls, coalescing like a veil.
The wind wrapped around the outer walls of the cavern as though alive, like a shroud.
‘Surely not!’
I urgently turned my gaze toward the entrance.
Every large and small passage throughout the cavern was shrouded in barriers of wind.
Where the curtains hung, even the air twisted, shimmering like heat haze.
“Tch, this nonsense—! Aaaahhhhh!”
The moment a monk reached his hand beyond the curtain, the wind’s edge sliced through his body as though it were thin paper.
The monk who had reached toward the barrier was sucked into the wind.
His body was shredded, and the blood that spilled seeped into the Myeolmaek Great Formation’s array.
“Damn it! Do not touch the barrier!”
The monks who had been attempting to break through the barrier retreated in terror.
“A barrier?”
“No, it is not a barrier.”
Yang Ja-han gritted his teeth, glaring at Pung-hu.
“It is a formation.”
“A formation?!”
Activating a formation required a catalyst inscribed with incantations.
Pung-hu had created a formation without any such thing.
“Hmph, so there are those with keen eyes among you.”
Pung-hu clapped slowly, his gaze sweeping across us with deliberate contempt.
“To become a sacrifice for the Myeolmaek Great Formation, you must remain docile, mustn’t you?”
Everyone trembled with fear.
Our will to fight had crumbled.
I lifted the masterless sword.
“Ugh, Sister.”
Behind me, Eun Hui-gyeom tried to rise but collapsed again.
His spiritual power seemed depleted from forcibly blocking Pung-hu’s assault.
It was inevitable—he had deployed the Hyeonsu Thousand Hundred Technique while chanting incantations.
“Hui-gyeom, stay there. Don’t come.”
Had Eun Hui-gyeom not protected me, I wouldn’t have preserved this much spiritual power either.
I spread the Yuun Eunha Rung wide, ensuring Pung-hu’s gaze wouldn’t turn toward Jin Seok-jun.
“What are you attempting, girl?”
“You said it didn’t matter what I did, didn’t you?”
As I gripped the sword firmly, Pung-hu exhaled a scoff mixed with mockery.
“Pathetic.”
Pung-hu raised his hand again.
Wind erupted from his body, sharpening into blades that hurtled toward me.
I drew my arm inward, then extended it forward.
The Yuun Eunha Rung rippled, momentarily obscuring Pung-hu’s vision.
Seizing that instant, I stepped through the Jingak stance, evading his strike.
An attack I couldn’t fully dodge grazed my shoulder and back.
Despite the light contact, the wound ran surprisingly deep.
I pressed forward without hesitation, charging directly at Pung-hu.
Concentrating spiritual power at the blade’s tip, silver stars trailed like meteors along the sword’s edge.
Seongjin Yuun Sword Technique.
Whoooosh.
Sword energies cascaded like rain, plunging down upon Pung-hu’s head.
Yet before the sword energies could touch his body, they dissipated.
“…!”
I had anticipated it wouldn’t be easy, but I hadn’t expected them to vanish so helplessly.
“Is that what you call an attack? A mere chatterbox with nothing to back it up.”
As I prepared to deploy another technique, Pung-hu flicked his finger.
The air twisted, and invisible shockwaves crashed toward me.
“Kgh!”
I raised the sword horizontally, attempting to block the shockwaves with the Yuun Eunha Rung.
The moment the shockwave struck the Yuun Eunha Rung, my body was driven backward, the ground beneath my feet gouged deeply.
Had my strength wavered even slightly, I would have been sent flying.
‘I need to buy time.’
Jin Seok-jun had his hand pressed against the ground, murmuring something under his breath.
I wasn’t protecting him without a plan, whatever his intentions might be.
‘In the original story, he prevented the Calamity of Earth by himself.’
The Calamity of Earth that occurred back then must have been far greater in scale, with many more senior monks involved.
The reason Jin Seok-jun, who was merely an intermediate monk, could prevent the Calamity of Earth while setting aside those monks was….
‘Opening the Heavenly Gate!’
If it were truly possible, I might be able to bring down Pung-hu.
I gritted my teeth and kicked off the ground again.
I split the Jade Silver Crane Wing into two streams, sending them flying from both sides of Pung-hu.
“Futile.”
Pung-hu didn’t even turn his head, merely waving his hand through the air.
Thousands of fragments of the Jade Silver Crane Wing were severed and scattered in all directions.
This much was within my expectations.
I ducked between the fragments and thrust my blade forward.
Lotus Flame Shadow.
Azure flames bloomed at the sword’s tip, targeting Pung-hu’s ribs.
The moment the blade touched air, the attack slowed, and the sword passed right through Pung-hu’s ribs.
“Nothing special.”
It couldn’t have been my mistake in aiming—it was Pung-hu’s doing.
Somehow, Pung-hu’s hand had already seized my wrist.
Shing!
I mercilessly severed the captured wrist with the hand holding my blade.
For a moment, unimaginable pain clouded my vision, but I immediately regained my focus.
Along with the severed hand, Pung-hu’s body lurched forward, losing its balance.
“Kang Seok-jun!”
As I called out Kang Jin-heon’s name, a wind crackling with lightning shot in from the side.
[Thunder Wind Severing Strike]
As Pung-hu blocked Kang Jin-heon’s technique, I immediately unleashed another form of the Sacred True Flowing Cloud Sword Method.
The wind dissipated at Pung-hu’s gesture, but the remaining lightning targeted his body.
Simultaneous cascades of techniques.
Sharp winds completely shattered and destroyed the blade.
“Not yet!”
I swiftly formed a seal with my left arm, which I had regenerated in an instant.
[Ten Thousand Lotus Blue Flame Sea]
The spreading lotus flowers and lightning intertwined, erupting explosively around Pung-hu.
Unable to withstand the shockwave, my body was sent flying backward.

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