I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 74

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74.
“Sister! Come to your senses! Sister!”
Eun Hui-gyeom’s room was directly across from Yoo Yeon-seo’s.
He had stepped out to attend to some business and was heading back to his quarters when he noticed her spiritual energy fluctuating abnormally, so he came to check on her.
Eun Hui-gyeom rushed to support Yoo Yeon-seo, who lay collapsed on the floor, and began preparing to apply healing techniques.
But then he stopped himself.
“This is… not a simple internal injury.”
Eun Hui-gyeom had treated Yoo Yeon-seo countless times—whenever she overexerted her spiritual power or sustained wounds.
As a result, he understood her energy signature better than anyone.
His instincts screamed that he should not touch her directly.
Eun Hui-gyeom laid Yoo Yeon-seo on the bed immediately.
The door burst open and Baek Un-jin entered.
Being in Bikyun Pavilion as well, he had instantly sensed that something was wrong with Yoo Yeon-seo’s condition.
“Master.”
“…”
“Sister’s condition is abnormal. It does not appear to be a simple spiritual power rampage.”
More than a month had passed since the battle with Pung-hu.
It made no sense for wounds sustained back then to suddenly reopen now.
It seemed that something other than injuries from the fight with Pung-hu was causing Yoo Yeon-seo such agony.
Eun Hui-gyeom could not discern what it was.
“Let us examine her condition first.”
Baek Un-jin turned Yoo Yeon-seo’s body to the side and placed his hand on her back.
As he assessed her physical state, he used his hand technique to barely suppress the surging heat.
“Cough…! Haa, ugh.”
Yoo Yeon-seo regained consciousness and coughed up blood.
But it was only a temporary measure, not a solution to the problem.
“Master, what is happening?”
“Her spiritual root appears to be running rampant.”
“A spiritual root? Do you mean Sister’s Seven-Fate Spiritual Root?”
Yang Ja-han had said that Yoo Yeon-seo’s and Jin Seok-jun’s spiritual roots were no ordinary roots.
The Seven-Fate Spiritual Root.
Since her wounds had healed, Yoo Yeon-seo had been possessed, rummaging through the libraries within Chingwoo Immortal Sect, searching for materials related to spiritual roots.
Eun Hui-gyeom had also searched for relevant texts out of curiosity.
But the term “Seven-Fate Spiritual Root” that Yang Ja-han had mentioned that day could not be found anywhere.
When Eun Hui-gyeom spoke of the Seven-Fate Spiritual Root, Baek Un-jin’s expression changed.
“How do you know of that?”
“Swordsmaster Yang Ja-han from Hyeonganmun mentioned it. When he tried to kill Swordsmaster Jin, he said Sister and Swordsmaster Jin possessed the Seven-Fate Spiritual Root.”
Baek Un-jin exhaled a quiet sigh internally.
When Yoo Yeon-seo had been searching through texts related to spiritual roots, he harbored some suspicions.
But he had deliberately refrained from asking what she was searching for.
“Master, do you know something about the Seven Killing Resonance?”
“….”
“What on earth is my sister…!”
“Hui-gyeom.”
“Yes.”
“First, let us tend to Yeon-seo.”
Yoo Yeon-seo’s complexion was darkening once more.
Eun Hui-gyeom, realizing this was not the moment to press further while she suffered before him, clamped his mouth shut.
“What should I do?”
“From now on, I shall write down what is needed. Gather them and come to Man-nyeon-su-yeom-dong. Should anyone ask what they are for, simply invoke my name.”
“Understood.”
Eun Hui-gyeom took the paper Baek Un-jin had written and hurried from Bikyun Pavilion.
After Eun Hui-gyeom departed, Baek Un-jin carefully lifted Yoo Yeon-seo into his arms.
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The air of Man-nyeon-su-yeom-dong remained cold and serene.
The night-luminous pearls embedded in the cavern walls shone as always, illuminating the chamber.
Baek Un-jin spread his long robe and laid Yoo Yeon-seo upon it.
“Cough! Ugh…. Hah.”
Crimson blood trickled from the corners of Yoo Yeon-seo’s lips.
Her spirit was collapsing under the weight of the resonance.
Baek Un-jin knelt on one knee and placed his hand upon her forehead.
Yoo Yeon-seo’s anguished expression momentarily returned to its natural state.
Baek Un-jin wove a hand seal and murmured an incantation he had never spoken before.
The formation inscribed upon the ground then blazed with light, centered upon Yoo Yeon-seo.
“Had I the strength to bear it myself, I would never have brought her here.”
Baek Un-jin released the tension from his shoulders, muttering to himself.
In her current state, Yoo Yeon-seo could perish at any moment without surprise.
It was inevitable.
She had wielded the power of Heavenly Mandate without ever comprehending it—her spirit could not possibly endure.
Yet something beyond the resonance itself, Yoo Yeon-seo’s own will, was refusing death of its own accord.
How could a master turn away when his disciple clung so fiercely to life?
Baek Un-jin withdrew a small jade box from his robes.
It was an ancient jade box, its edges worn smooth by the passage of ages.
As he slowly opened the lid, within lay dried incense and a small blue talisman folded with care.
Baek Un-jin had opened this jade box only once in his entire life.
Today was the second time.
Baek Un-jin planted the incense at the center of the Heavenly Shadow Sovereign Formation.
Beneath it, he laid the blue talisman.
Placing his fingertips upon the talisman and channeling his power with deliberate slowness, characters along its edges began to glow with faint luminescence.
Few within the Chingwoo Immortal Sect knew of this ritual.
This was an ancient summoning ritual passed down from Baek Un-jin’s master’s master, and from that master before him.
Baek Un-jin knelt before the talisman placed beside Yoo Yeon-seo.
He brought his hands together before him and pressed his forehead to the ground.
“I lack the qualification to speak my master’s name, yet my disciple now stands in a position beyond what my strength alone can bear.”
As spiritual power infused the incense, a single thin strand of blue smoke rose into the air.
The fragrance spread throughout Man-nyeon-su-yeom-dong.
The incense he had kindled was no ordinary incense.
The wisps of smoke undulated around Baek Un-jin and Yoo Yeon-seo, forming characters one by one.
These characters were not of this world’s writing system.
They were the invocation patterns passed down through generations—ones Baek Un-jin himself had seen only once or twice in his lifetime.
Baek Un-jin’s forehead remained pressed to the ground.
“Venerable One.”
His voice cracked low.
“When I asked before when you would come to see this child… I dared not imagine that day would be today.”
The undulating incense smoke ceased its movement in the empty air.
The light of the night-luminous pearl reflected in the smoke rippled across the entire cave.
The incense above began to descend slowly downward.
Baek Un-jin finally lifted his head.
“I beseech you, please look upon this child.”
The incense wavered above the talisman, then faintly formed the silhouette of a person before Baek Un-jin.
Too indistinct to be called a form, yet too defined to be merely a shadow.
Long hair seemed visible through the undulating smoke, and mist appeared to flow downward from her feet.
Though I could see it with my eyes, I could discern no clear shape.
The Venerable One made a sound.
[A disciple of Hanwol Venerable, then.]
It was less a voice than a resonance, as if the entire cave chamber itself were vibrating.
The sound flowing into my mind was that of a woman.
[I have always hoped the time would never come when I must be summoned.]
“I bow before the great Venerable One of the heavens.”
Baek Un-jin still did not raise his head.
Though her form was invisible, he would not risk meeting her gaze.
[Raise your head. It will be difficult to converse in such a posture.]
At her words, he slowly lifted his upper body to sit upright.
Baek Un-jin’s gaze touched the blurred form above the talisman, yet even that gaze dared not linger long.
The incense wavered, then drifted toward Yoo Yeon-seo, who lay upon Baek Un-jin’s robe.
[…Ah.]
The incense circled silently around Yoo Yeon-seo for a time.
The silence stretched on quite long.
[Is this the child?]
“Yes, Venerable One.”
[Do you know what lies within this child?]
Baek Un-jin did not answer.
His silence was answer enough.
The incense smoke drifted gently before tilting toward Baek Un-jin.
[Child of Hanwol Venerable.]
“Yes.”
[The price for defying Heaven is steep. From the moment you brought this child’s matter to me, you have surely understood that this burden exceeds what your strength alone can bear.]
Baek Un-jin nodded slightly.
The incense smoke wavered in place for a long moment.
[If it is Heaven’s will that your disciple perishes here and now, what will you do?]
Baek Un-jin’s eyes trembled, and his fingertips grew rigid.
Baek Un-jin answered with his head bowed.
“I humbly beseech the Venerable to honor our long-standing covenant and take this child under your protection.”

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