I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 67

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67.
Even as my body hurtled through the air, I did not forget to weave the seals.
An enormous profusion of lotus flowers erupted, detonating in a brilliant cascade.
“Ugh!”
My rebounding body collided with an enormous blossom.
I tumbled into the cushion of petals and hastily pushed myself upright.
“What is this…?”
“Are you alright?”
Im So-ha poked her face out from beyond the petals.
The interior of the flower was wonderfully soft, preventing serious injury, and a faint flow of spiritual energy was already mending my wounds.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“I apologize for joining the fray late—I needed time to assess the situation.”
While we kept Pung-hu’s gaze and movements bound, the Chukgi Sect disciples were coordinating with other monks to understand the unfolding crisis.
“From this point forward, leave it to us.”
Im So-ha, Hwa Mu-gyeol, Baek Ri-myeong, and Woo Tae-san stepped to the forefront.
“You must have noticed the anomalies occurring at Jaya Mountain as well. If we can hold out until the senior masters arrive, we have a chance at victory.”
“Though if we strike him down before then, that settles the matter.”
Around Hwa Mu-gyeol, something resembling a crimson bird circled.
Woo Tae-san stepped back and wove his hand seals.
A tremendous rumble shook the earth.
Soil rose from the ground, enveloping Jin Seok-jun in a semicircular embrace.
Witnessing this, Hwa Mu-gyeol muttered in exasperation.
“Why do you coddle that one?”
“He is a junior I hold dear. Jin Seok-jun possesses certain… peculiarities that warrant special consideration.”
“I cannot fathom it.”
Hwa Mu-gyeol furrowed his brow but pressed the matter no further.
As the Chukgi Sect disciples advanced, Eun Hui-gyeom and Kang Jin-heon rushed toward me.
“Brother!”
“Sister! Are you unharmed?”
“I’m fine… Haha. What is that ridiculous appearance of yours?”
Eun Hui-gyeom looked as though he were wearing an enormous flower as a hat.
The absurdity of the sight drew an involuntary laugh from me.
“That boy sustained severe internal injuries. I took special precautions for him.”
Hearing my laughter, Im So-ha offered an explanation.
Beyond the petals, I could see four Chukgi Sect disciples facing off against Pung-hu.
Though I longed to join the battle immediately, I knew my intervention would be futile and held back.
Pung-hu tilted his head slowly.
“Vermin.”
A grotesque smile twisted across his lips.
Baek Ri-myeong withdrew the Thousand-Face Illusory Mirror from his storage pouch and cast it forth, then wove his hand seals.
Dozens of azure mirrors spread throughout the cave chamber, disorienting Pung-hu’s vision.
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
Hwa Mu-gyeol’s guardian spirit, the Crimson Fire Bird, soared through the gaps.
The Crimson Fire Bird spun once in mid-air before transforming into a colossal phoenix of flame.
As Hwa Mu-gyeol completed his hand seals, the Crimson Fire Bird descended upon Pung-hu’s head.
At the same moment, Woo Tae-san pressed one palm firmly against the ground.
[Eight Trigrams Absolute Formation]
The entire ground transformed into a massive octagonal formation, golden energy surging upward from beneath our feet.
Wind spiraled around Pung-hu in a circular barrier, deflecting the incoming attacks.
“Hmph.”
Pung-hu scoffed and drew his hand lightly through the air.
Black wind blades shot from his fingertips, severing the Crimson Fire Bird’s wings.
Simultaneously, as he swept his hand downward, Woo Tae-san’s golden pillar split in half and scattered.
“Danger…!”
Seeing this, I tried to leap from the flower petal, but Im So-ha glanced toward me with a knowing smile.
“Don’t worry.”
Her composure suggested she had already anticipated this turn of events.
As Im So-ha completed her hand seals, flowers bloomed throughout the cave chamber.
Large and small blossoms unfurled from all directions, their spiritual essence beginning to purify the entire space.
Wherever Pung-hu’s wind touched the petals, it dissipated like smoke.
Moreover, the flow of blood that had seeped into the Myeolmaek Great Formation gradually weakened.
Seeing this, Pung-hu’s lips curved downward for the first time.
“A woman from Chui Ok Gok Mun.”
“My, how rude. My name is Im So-ha.”
Im So-ha laughed, covering her mouth with her sleeve.
The enormous Jade Parasol Flower blooming around her was drawing in all the turbid energy of the cave.
“This is my garden now. I cannot allow someone like you to disturb it so carelessly.”
Pung-hu’s brow furrowed sharply.
He stepped back to create distance from the center of her technique.
That instant.
A blade of sword light shot from behind Pung-hu, aimed directly at him.
Pung-hu reflexively attempted to complete his hand seals, but his timing was half a beat too slow.
Im So-ha’s Jade Parasol Flower was suppressing his vital energy.
[Void Severance Technique]
As Yang Ja-han’s blade cut through the void, the air around Pung-hu twisted and tore.
The sword force pierced through the wind barrier, passing through his flank.
“Ugh…!”
Pung-hu staggered backward, clutching the wound.
Blood dripped from where the blade had withdrawn.
As Yang Ja-han lifted his sword slightly, blood ran backward down the blade’s edge.
Blood dripped from the sword’s tip, falling to the ground.
“So you were incomplete after all.”
“…What nonsense are you spouting?”
“The Seven Extinction Successors are remnants of souls forged from the essence of divine demons. In other words, they possess no physical bodies.”
Yang Ja-han wondered why Pung-hu had only revealed himself after Sa Do-myeong’s dissolution.
With such power at his disposal, he should have appeared from the beginning.
“You had no choice but to reveal yourself.”
“…”
“You seized someone’s body and appeared in haste—there’s no way you can wield your full strength.”
Yang Ja-han’s words struck true, and Pung-hu’s snow-white eyes wavered.
The winds coiling around his body scattered wildly as if rampaging.
“Silence!”
With Pung-hu’s roar, the air within the cave chamber inverted all at once.
Hwa Mu-gyeol swiftly wove a hand seal.
From his hands emerged a sword wreathed in flames.
The flames surged upward in massive waves, moving in tandem with Hwa Mu-gyeol’s hands.
[Crimson Flame Heavenly Sword]
Baek Ri-myeong’s Thousand-Face Illusory Mirror rotated, reflecting Hwa Mu-gyeol’s flaming sword.
The Thousand-Face Illusory Mirror was a dharma treasure that materialized reflections from mirrors into reality.
The flaming sword split into multiple copies, all converging on Pung-hu.
As Woo Tae-san wove a hand seal, the ground rippled and a colossal earthen hand seized Pung-hu’s lower body.
Yang Ja-han also gripped his sword anew and charged toward Pung-hu.
Where the blade passed, gravity twisted and space warped in an eerie distortion.
Crash!
The coordinated assault from the Chukgi Sect disciples rained down upon Pung-hu.
“…”
“…”
Dust clouds rose around Pung-hu.
The entire cave chamber fell into silence, and no one uttered a single word.
Whoooosh.
A faint wind began to blow through the dust.
“How foolish.”
Pung-hu, his wounds already healed, spread both arms wide.
Centered on his body, the wind exploded outward in expansion.
The expanding wind grew into an increasingly powerful vortex.
[Gale Vortex Technique]
The wind vortex originating from his body consumed all the flames from Hwa Mu-gyeol’s Crimson Flame Heavenly Sword.
The crimson flames mixed with the rotating winds around Pung-hu, forming a massive fiery tempest.
“Haha! What does it matter that I’m incomplete? You cannot even handle this incomplete power, can you?”
“What…!”
Baek Ri-myeong desperately attempted to retrieve the Celestial Mirror Illusion Realm.
Yet the mirrors were sucked into the flame wind and shattered into fragments before they could be recovered.
“Cough!”
“Baek Ri-myeong!”
The moment Hwa Mu-gyeol turned his body toward Baek Ri-myeong, a portion of the flame wind shifted direction and struck him with devastating force.
Crash!
Hwa Mu-gyeol’s body slammed into the cave chamber wall, tearing his crimson robe.
Blood flowing from the wound began to trace the lines of the Myeolmaek Great Formation.
“Ugh!”
Woo Tae-san’s earthen hand was also gradually crumbling under the pressure of the flame wind.
Woo Tae-san gritted his teeth and drove his hand deeper into the ground.
Seizing the moment when the monastery disciples were being pushed back, Yang Ja-han burst through the flame wind and charged at Pung-hu.
The instant Yang Ja-han’s blade aimed toward Pung-hu’s brow—
“Impossible…!”
Pung-hu’s hand caught Yang Ja-han’s sword bare-handed.
The blade bit deeply into Pung-hu’s palm, yet he didn’t even blink.
“Your mouth needs to be silenced. It’s the most unpleasant mouth I’ve encountered since that woman from Chingwoo Immortal Sect.”
As Pung-hu’s other hand seized Yang Ja-han’s throat, his feet lifted from the ground.
From where Pung-hu’s hand touched his neck, black demonic energy seeped through Yang Ja-han’s veins.
“Gasp!”
Watching from a distance, I instinctively kicked off the ground.
Though he was still irritating and unlucky after all this time, he was the protagonist.
‘He’s not meant to die like this!’
Leaping down from the petal, I scraped together every last drop of spiritual power remaining in my dantian.
Lotus Phantom Shadow.

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