I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 7

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

07.
The Cheonryul silk had turned a pristine, crystalline white.
Not entirely colorless—depending on how the light struck it, it shimmered with an ethereal blue luminescence.
“Typically, Cheonryul silk appears in a single hue.”
“Is that so?”
“Pieces that display dual-toned coloration are quite rare.”
After hearing the Fabric Shop Owner’s explanation, the Cheonryul silk appeared even more breathtaking.
“Wow…”
I stood transfixed by its luminous, iridescent beauty—a radiance no ordinary silk could possess.
I spent a long while holding the silk, delighting in turning it this way and that.
“Stop wandering about. Bring it here.”
“Yes!”
As Baek Un-jin gestured, the Cheonryul silk rose into the air, then settled gracefully into the Fabric Shop Owner’s hands in a neat fold.
“I shall complete the garment with all haste and send it to the Chingwoo Immortal Sect.”
“Much obliged.”
Baek Un-jin withdrew spirit stones from his robes as payment.
Spirit stones served as a form of currency among cultivators.
They were used for crafting dharma treasures, refining elixirs, and countless other purposes.
After entrusting the winged garment to the shop, we departed.
As the time to leave drew near, my gaze drifted toward the bustling marketplace district.
Noticing my lingering glances, Baek Un-jin spoke to me.
“Shall we return tomorrow instead?”
“Truly?!”
“A day’s delay won’t cause any complications.”
“Then… may I visit that shop over there?”
I eagerly led Baek Un-jin to the general store I’d been wanting to explore.
We purchased hair ornaments and other necessities, bought another sweet pastry, and wandered about browsing.
That evening, fireworks erupted into the sky—apparently there was a festival nearby.
The next day, Baek Un-jin and I boarded the flying dharma treasure we’d arrived on and returned to the Chingwoo Immortal Sect.
This time, having taken motion sickness medicine beforehand, my stomach remained settled throughout the journey.
Baek Un-jin offered me a true-name token.
“Keep it with you.”
“This? Wouldn’t it be better for you to hold onto it, Master?”
Though I said nothing, I understood that a true-name token was an exceptionally precious dharma treasure.
Even Jin Mun had grumbled until the very end before relinquishing his.
“I received it because of you, so it’s only right that you keep it. Take it.”
Baek Un-jin pressed the true-name token firmly into my hand.
Given his insistence, I could not refuse, so I placed it within my robes.
Thus a month passed since our return to the Chingwoo Immortal Sect.
I was told that my cultivation had improved considerably—whether from the unexpected real combat with Yang Ja-han or other factors, my strength had grown markedly.
I, too, had been dedicating more time to practice than usual.
‘Those eyes.’
I couldn’t fathom why Yang Ja-han had tried to kill me, but his gaze was not that of someone who had given up.
This time, I was fortunate that Baek Un-jin came to my aid, but there was no guarantee he would do so next time.
I had no way of knowing when or how I might clash with Yang Ja-han again.
‘At the very least, I must reach a level comparable to his, or stand as his equal!’
My blade twisted through the air, cleaving through empty space.
A powerful wind rose in the wake of the sword’s trajectory, and the fallen leaves scattered across the ground soared skyward.
“You’re working hard, I see.”
“Master.”
After wiping away the sweat, I bowed and hurried over to Baek Un-jin.
“The Feathered Robe has arrived, it seems.”
“Really?!”
“Indeed. I think we can call today’s training complete.”
After sheathing my sword, I returned with Baek Un-jin directly to Bikyun Pavilion.
Upon entering my room, a pristine white garment lay in a large box.
I immediately changed into it.
At first, I thought it might be too large, but when I infused my spiritual power into the Feathered Robe, it shrank to fit my body perfectly.
“Wow!”
Looking in the mirror and turning around, the silk that fluttered with my movements was absolutely beautiful.
Most importantly, I could feel that it was far more comfortable to move in compared to the clothes I had worn before.
“You seem quite pleased with it.”
“Yes!”
Pleased didn’t even begin to describe it.
Though I had possessed this body, everything had felt foreign to me.
In such a world, having something that was truly mine for the first time was beyond words.
The Feathered Robe not only fit my body well, but also served as protective gear that helped me move with greater ease and shielded me from external attacks.
While I was still reveling in the Feathered Robe, I noticed that Baek Un-jin’s attire was distinctly different from his usual appearance.
“By the way, Master, where are you going?”
“An urgent matter has come up. It seems I’ll need to be away for some time starting tomorrow.”
Baek Un-jin glanced out the window, then exhaled a short sigh.
Cultivators often had to venture outside due to missions issued by their sect.
Since taking me as a disciple, Baek Un-jin had rarely gone on missions.
Even when he reluctantly accepted a mission, he would complete it swiftly, never taking more than a day.
The fact that he spoke in such terms meant this was not only urgent but also an important matter he could not easily refuse.
“I understand, but where are you headed?”
“The Tae-heo Kingdom.”
The Chingwoo Immortal Sect was located in the Baekryeon Kingdom, and the Tae-heo Kingdom lay to the west of the Baekryeon Kingdom.
‘Wait, the Tae-heo Kingdom at this time?’
Four years had passed since Baek Un-jin took me as his disciple.
If he’s going to Tae-heo Kingdom at this time, it can only be for one reason.
‘My master’s disciple.’
Unlike the original story, before I became Baek Un-jin’s disciple, he had one disciple who was his first and last.
It was Eun Hui-gyeom, the disciple Baek Un-jin had brought back from Tae-heo Kingdom.
However, not long after becoming Baek Un-jin’s disciple, Eun Hui-gyeom lost his life at the hands of forces that opposed Baek Un-jin.
At the time, Eun Hui-gyeom’s death seemed to be quite a shock to Baek Un-jin, and he refused to take on any more disciples after that.
After that incident, Baek Un-jin, like the other practitioners of Cheonmyeong Sueonseon-gi, became willing to use any means necessary for the sake of cultivation.
“Master!”
“What is it?”
“Please take care of yourself and travel safely. Oh, and when you return, bring back a souvenir!”
“Do you need a souvenir?”
“Ha, yes. I’ve never been to Tae-heo Kingdom before.”
But I couldn’t bring myself to tell Baek Un-jin about Eun Hui-gyeom.
So I simply acted as a sincere disciple who merely wished for his safe return.
“Very well. I’ll bring back something that will please you.”
“Thank you so much!”
I bowed deeply in gratitude.
‘If Baek Un-jin can’t refuse a task in Tae-heo Kingdom, it must be because of the Three-Life Specter.’
True to the nature of a cultivation novel, Cheonmyeong Sueonseon-gi harbored various supernatural entities.
Among them were malevolent spirits born from deep resentment.
Spirits that caused no harm to the living were simply called ghosts, and those with deeper grudges were classified in order: vengeful spirits, resentful phantoms, ghost wraiths, and spectral entities.
The hierarchy continued from vengeful spirits to resentful phantoms, then ghost wraiths and spectral entities.
A vengeful spirit might only cause a household to experience continuous misfortunes, but from the next level onward, serious calamities could occur—such as mysterious plagues spreading through entire villages.
The Three-Life Specter was a malevolent spirit of the spectral entity class.
Eun Hui-gyeom’s parents and family were slain by the Three-Life Specter, and Eun Hui-gyeom alone survived, was rescued by Baek Un-jin, and became his disciple.
‘If only I were stronger.’
Though I knew only his name, the thought crossed my mind—could I have saved his family as well?
‘No, that’s too much.’
I was still young, and I had only just entered the cultivation system as a first-stage practitioner of the Yeonhwa Seonmyeong technique.
I had to distinguish between what I could and could not do.
Instead, I resolved that if Baek Un-jin truly brought Eun Hui-gyeom back, I would treat him well.
If Eun Hui-gyeom wasn’t destined to die immediately, perhaps I could prevent his death.
“While I’m away, continue practicing the Yeonhwa Seonmyeong and the Cheongyeon Cultivation Method. Especially the Cheongyeon Cultivation Method—if you don’t reach the seventh stage by the time I return, you’ll face my wrath.”
“…Pardon?”
Practitioners could wield special abilities called cultivation methods.
Each cultivation method was divided into stages, ranging from the first to the ultimate twelfth stage.
Currently, I was learning the Yeonhwa Seonmyeong sword technique alongside the Cheongyeon Cultivation Method from Baek Un-jin.
My Cheongyeon Cultivation Method was currently stuck at the seventh stage.
I asked for clarification, but Baek Un-jin simply smiled brightly and gave no answer.
There was one thing I had learned from spending time with Baek Un-jin…
Unexpectedly, while he was ordinarily affectionate, there was something terrifying about the way he smiled in silence.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————