I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 9

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09.
Clothes and bedding swirled through the air in chaotic spirals.
As I extended my hand forward, the laundry flew like specters, engulfing the maidservants beneath it.
“Kyaaaah!”
“What, what is this!”
Though the laundry caused no pain, the maidservants were seized by panic, utterly bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
I levitated my body slightly using my spiritual energy and crossed my arms.
One of the maidservants being pelted by laundry looked up in shock.
“A, a cultivator?!”
“That little one was a cultivator?”
“That can’t be right!”
Cultivators rarely displayed their training to ordinary people.
Though they knew of cultivators’ existence from working at Chingwoo Immortal Sect, this was the first time they had witnessed such a display with their own eyes.
As I raised my hand high, the blankets spiraled upward in a circle before falling to the ground.
As I descended slowly to the earth, one of the startled maidservants collapsed to her knees.
“Never again—don’t bother Seol-hwa anymore!”
The bewildered maidservant nodded frantically, while another fled in terror.
I halted the blankets with my spiritual energy just before they touched the ground.
‘Hm?’
Using my spiritual energy felt remarkably smoother than before.
Where once it had felt foreign and alien, it now moved as freely as a part of my own body.
“If they bother you again even after this, you must tell me right away.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“And I’ve suddenly remembered something I need to do, so I’ll be leaving early today!”
Leaving Myeong Seol-hwa behind, I rushed straight to Baekryeon Training Ground.
Traces of my cultivation practice remained scattered throughout Baekryeon Training Ground.
In that moment of fury, when I moved the blankets with my spiritual energy, I seemed to have grasped something fundamental about it without realizing it.
‘My spiritual energy is sufficient.’
But the greatest weakness lay in my inability to control it with precision.
I took slow, deep breaths and drew up my spiritual energy, unfolding the Cheongyeon Cultivation Method.
Then, ethereal blue flowers began to bloom around me, shimmering softly.
A gentle sound echoed.
As I focused my mind, they became increasingly vivid, taking on a distinct form.
“It works, it works!!”
This was the first time I had properly manifested the Cheongyeon Cultivation Method.
As the Cheongyeon Cultivation Method reached the seventh stage, the Lotus Shadow Immortal Technique naturally progressed as well.
Perhaps because I had experienced being blocked before, I seized this opportunity and devoted myself entirely to cultivation.
Wielding the sword in particular was immensely enjoyable.
Even without Baek Un-jin, I greeted him at his door each day, studied cultivation techniques at Seowun Pavilion in the mornings, and trained at Baekryeon Training Ground in the afternoons.
Thus, a year passed.
I rose as I always did, paid my respects at Baek Un-jin’s door, and made my way to the Seowun Pavilion.
‘The door is ajar?’
Practically no one else used the Seowun Pavilion.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Oh…”
There stood a boy dressed in the same Chingwoo Immortal Sect robes as mine.
He appeared a year or two younger than me, and his delicate, fine-featured face made it obvious he would grow into quite the beauty.
‘Could it be Eun Hui-gyeom?’
No matter how I looked at it, there was no one else who would come to the Seowun Pavilion in this situation.
Since I couldn’t claim to know his name, I approached him with feigned familiarity.
“Hello! My name is Yoo Yeon-seo! What’s your name?”
“…”
“Hmm?”
Eun Hui-gyeom flinched and took a step back, as if my approach had overwhelmed him.
Just as I wondered if I’d been too forward, he hesitated before answering in a small voice.
“Eun Hui-gyeom.”
“Eun Hui-gyeom! I’m fourteen! How old are you?”
“T-ten years old.”
Confused about his age, he counted on his fingers before belatedly confirming he was ten—and it was impossibly adorable.
‘What is this? Why is he so cute!’
It was absurd that someone this precious would die.
“I see. How did you get here? Did you come with your master? I haven’t met your master yet—do you know where he is?”
“W-well…”
The door creaked open.
Baek Un-jin entered the Seowun Pavilion.
Eun Hui-gyeom, flustered by my question, scurried over and hid behind Baek Un-jin’s back, trembling.
He looked rather like a squirrel, or perhaps a rabbit.
“Master! I trust you are well.”
I clasped my fist in salute and approached Baek Un-jin, bowing my head respectfully.
Baek Un-jin’s large hand gently stroked my hair.
“…”
“What is it, Master?”
“You have perfected the Cheongyeon Method.”
“Yes, Master.”
Though I had struggled at the seventh stage, once the blockage cleared, I ascended to the peak stage with surprising speed.
The Yeonhwa Seomyeong technique, however, remained at the tenth stage.
‘Once I master the Yeonhwa Seomyeong perfectly, I should be able to challenge the second star of Yeongi, wasn’t that what they said?’
Advancing the cultivation system required a certain threshold of spiritual power.
And to challenge the second star, I needed at least both of these techniques at their peak.
The cultivation system of Cheonmyeong Suseonggi was far more intricate than I had anticipated.
The first stage one enters upon joining is the Breathing Stage.
It ranges from 1st to 13th tier.
After that comes the Accumulation Stage with 12 tiers, then the Breakthrough Stage with 10 tiers. Beyond that are the Spirit Manifestation Stage and the Divine Incarnation Stage, each subdivided into early, middle, late, and peak realms.
There seemed to be more complicated stages beyond the Divine Incarnation Stage, but that was too distant a concern for me to worry about now.
‘I’m not even certain I can reach the Divine Incarnation Stage in the first place.’
Once one reaches the Divine Incarnation Stage, they can perform Ascension, which allows passage from the Lower Realm to the Middle Realm.
In the Middle Realm, one could even observe different dimensions and races.
“Is something the matter?”
“No. You did well.”
“Hehe.”
Delighted by Baek Un-jin’s touch, which I hadn’t felt in so long, I giggled and laughed.
Seeing this, Eun Hui-gyeom tugged sharply at Baek Un-jin’s sleeve.
“Who is that woman?”
“Woman?! I told you my name is Yoo Yeon-seo.”
“She’s going to be your future wife.”
As expected, Baek Un-jin, who had returned from the Tae-heo Kingdom, must have taken Eun Hui-gyeom as a disciple.
I placed my hand on my hip and straightened my shoulders.
“Ahem.”
….
….
“What’s that?”
“What do you mean ‘what’s that’? I said she’s your future wife!”
“She looks weak.”
I was quite taken aback by Eun Hui-gyeom’s remark.
With such a cute appearance, why did he have to say such things?
As the senior disciple, I needed to establish some discipline.
Forcing a smile, I glared at Eun Hui-gyeom, who still clung to Master’s sleeve.
“Hmph, I’m a hundred times stronger than some crybaby clinging to Master, you little runt.”
“I’m not a little runt!”
“You’re shorter than me, aren’t you?”
“I-I’ll grow soon!”
“Sure, sure. Do your best growing, little runt! Hehehehe.”
Hmph, this body lived to thirty before I possessed Yoo Yeon-seo.
How could I lose to a mere two-digit-aged child?
It was a bit childish, but what did it matter?
At my provocation, Eun Hui-gyeom released his grip on Baek Un-jin’s sleeve and clenched his small fists tightly.
“If you’re so great, then fight me!”
“Hmph, you’d lose.”
I crossed my arms and let out a scoff.
I had trained under Baek Un-jin for over three years.
No matter that Baek Un-jin had taken him as a disciple at Cheonmyeong Suseonggi—he was merely a child of ten years at most.
“Ah, I was only going to suggest you two get along….”
The moment Eun Hui-gyeom and I began growling at each other, Baek Un-jin placed a hand to his forehead and shook his head as though his head ached.
“You won’t know unless you try. Why are you afraid?”
“A.f.r.a.i.d? O.f.w.h.a.t?”
I answered each syllable with deliberate precision, forcing the widest smile I could muster.
Never mind what I said about being kind to him because he might die—I take it back!
That brat was nothing but a cute-faced nuisance!
“Yeon-seo, what kind of behavior is that toward a disciple who’s only just arrived?”
“He started it first, though.”
I thrust out my lower lip and adopted the most aggrieved expression I could manage.
Baek Un-jin, caught in the middle, released a heavy sigh.
“Very well. Do as you wish. But you may only fight to the extent that you don’t get injured in front of me.”
“As if I couldn’t subdue a single child.”
I had the final word, sneering at Eun Hui-gyeom.
There’s a reason cultivators are spoken of with such reverence, after all.
Eun Hui-gyeom and I made our way to Baekryeon Training Ground.
In Eun Hui-gyeom’s hand was the light wooden sword I often used for practice.
“As I said on the way here, you mustn’t get injured.”
“Yes.”
At Baek Un-jin’s signal, I gripped the wooden sword firmly and assumed my stance.
At first I could barely swing it properly and would lose my balance and fall, but now my form was quite respectable.
‘Hm?’
I lifted my gaze to Eun Hui-gyeom and couldn’t help but feel a slight surprise.
His stance was far better than I had expected.

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