Instant-Death Cultivation: Surviving in an Immortal World with Instant Kill - Chapter 132

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Chapter 132: Black Spirit Blade Emperor (1)

 

Gongryeong Island under the moonlit night.

 

Walking through those streets, Song Yu-hui spoke in an excited voice as if she were singing.

 

“I’ve wanted to move together with Xiao Wu for a long time.”

 

Song Yu-hui looked to be in a good mood.

 

Even her light, bouncing steps were cheerful.

 

“After parting with Xiao Wu on the island-crossing ship, I had to associate with high-ranking people and only do boring work.”

 

“High-ranking people.”

 

Cheon Woo-jin replied in a calm voice.

 

“When a sect master who has reached the Nascent Soul stage says such things, I don’t know how to respond.”

 

“What meaning does that have?”

 

Song Yu-hui laughed.

 

Though she had changed her facial features for disguise, that smile was still elegant.

 

“Everyone just treats me like a brat.”

 

“….”

 

Song Yu-hui was at the early Nascent Soul stage.

 

She possessed enough power to receive Elder Ancestor treatment and live luxuriously in a mid-tier sect.

 

But that wasn’t the case in the Taeul Yeokri Sect.

 

Not only Song Mu-yeol, but also elders like Song Mu-jin were at the Nascent Soul stage, and above them were Elder Ancestors at the Avatar Mirror stage.

 

“Is it because I’m young?”

 

“….”

 

This was truly something Cheon Woo-jin didn’t know how to respond to.

 

While it was true she was younger than other Nascent Soul cultivators, she was still well over a hundred years old.

 

However, her mental age was probably much lower.

 

At most in her twenties… no, this person called Song Yu-hui showed the behavior of a teenage girl whose personality had not yet matured.

 

Because she was such a character, in the Spirit Path Cultivation Chronicle game, she played the role of a catalyst that triggered various incidents.

 

‘A being who ignores morality and destroys order to create chaos… like a trickster from mythology.’

 

Of course, Song Yu-hui at this point was merely the successor of the Taeul Yeokri Sect who did as her father commanded.

 

Song Yu-hui properly revealing her true nature and throwing the Cultivation World into chaos would come later.

 

‘But… I’m going to accelerate that.’

 

To bring down the Taeul Yeokri Sect.

 

Cheon Woo-jin planned to accelerate Song Yu-hui’s awakening.

 

Moving together with Song Yu-hui like this was also preparation for that purpose.

 

“I’d like to confirm what we need to do first.”

 

“Hmm, shall we?”

 

“The mission we need to carry out this time is to keep the Black Spirit Island forces of the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon in check.”

 

Cheon Woo-jin took out the map he had received from Gwak Yu.

 

It was a map of the True Yellow Sea and the Hwangryeol Archipelago.

 

“Left Minister Gwak said to return to Pyeonghwang Island first and gather information.”

 

“Information gathering… that’s something I’ve never experienced before.”

 

Song Yu-hui’s eyes lit up.

 

“How should we go about it?”

 

“It’s difficult to explain in words. Just leave it to me.”

 

The Taeul Yeokri Sect had dispatched Cheon Woo-jin and Song Yu-hui together because they expected them to complement each other’s roles.

 

Song Yu-hui was a genius who had reached the early Nascent Soul stage at a relatively young age.

 

She possessed enough skill to compete even when facing the Black Spirit Island forces of the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon.

 

Like when she escaped alone from the Dongri Family’s barrier, she could neutralize enemy traps through pure power level.

 

However, because she had only focused on cultivation, she was ignorant of worldly affairs and unfamiliar with things like information gathering.

 

What could complement Song Yu-hui’s such weaknesses was precisely Cheon Woo-jin.

 

Cheon Woo-jin had revealed to Gwak Yu that his specialty was assassination, and had actually tracked down and eliminated Dan U-ryang’s group from the Blood Soul Corner overnight.

 

Moreover, he had also detected the Demonic Cultivators who had infiltrated the Imperial Residence.

 

When brains were needed, Cheon Woo-jin would step forward, and when strength was needed, Song Yu-hui would step forward.

 

The Taeul Yeokri Sect judged this to be the optimal combination to oppose the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon.

 

“Let’s head to Pyeonghwang Island first.”

 

“Alright, let’s go.”

 

Cheon Woo-jin took Song Yu-hui and headed to the harbor.

 

There, they verified their identification tokens and boarded the ferry.

 

“This time, let’s have a conversation while we travel.”

 

“There are other people around on the ferry, so we should be careful with our words.”

 

“I heard there aren’t many people at night. It should be fine.”

 

As Song Yu-hui said, the ferry departing at night didn’t have many passengers.

 

“Look at this. Isn’t it quite peaceful?”

 

Song Yu-hui, who had taken a seat first, gestured for him to quickly sit in the seat next to her.

 

“Come, sit down.”

 

“….”

 

Swoosh.

 

Cheon Woo-jin deliberately sat one seat away.

 

Song Yu-hui’s eyes widened at this sight.

 

“Why are you sitting so far away?”

 

“There are plenty of seats, so wouldn’t it be more comfortable for both of us to sit like this? The seats are narrow too.”

 

“Hmm….”

 

Song Yu-hui suddenly stood up from her seat.

 

Then she sat down again next to Cheon Woo-jin.

 

“Huhu.”

 

“….”

 

Song Yu-hui narrowed her eyes and smiled mischievously.

 

Looking at her, Cheon Woo-jin opened his mouth with a cold expression.

 

“Anyway, it will be difficult to have a conversation here.”

 

“Why is that?”

 

Cheon Woo-jin stared at the Status Window of the fat man sitting in the front seat.

 

“He’s from the Jongli Family.”

 

“….”

 

The smile disappeared from Song Yu-hui’s face.

 

Song Yu-hui, who had been staring intently at the man in the front seat, immediately nodded and muttered.

 

“I can definitely sense the qi of the Golden Dao Formula .”

 

The Jongli Family, the most prestigious noble house in the Wei Jin Kingdom, is also a cultivation family that practices their own cultivation methods.

 

The Golden Dao Formula is one of the Jongli Family’s unique techniques, and it’s said that when properly cultivated, the body emits a golden light.

 

Of course, it’s common practice to conceal one’s qi well during normal times so it doesn’t show.

 

“You noticed it even though they’re hiding it so well. Truly impressive.”

 

Song Yu-hee patted Cheon Woo-jin’s forearm while praising him.

 

However, Cheon Woo-jin pulled his arm away and spoke in a stiff voice.

 

“Men and women should maintain proper distance, so please stop touching me.”

 

“Oh? Isn’t this much okay?”

 

“How would you feel if another man touched your body like this?”

 

“Hmm? I’ve never thought about it.”

 

Song Yu-hee tilted her head for a moment, lost in thought.

 

“I probably wouldn’t feel very good about it. I wouldn’t want to allow the touching itself.”

 

“So with me too…”

 

“But.”

 

Cutting off his words mid-sentence, Song Yu-hee tapped Cheon Woo-jin’s arm again.

 

“I want to do this to Xiao Wu. So I’ll continue doing this from now on.”

 

“…”

 

She’s gradually showing signs of awakening as an incarnation of chaos…

 

While he was having such thoughts, Song Yu-hee looked into Cheon Woo-jin’s face and smiled.

 

“Xiao Wu can also tap me like this whenever you want to. Isn’t this much just a sign of affection?”

 

“…”

 

At that moment, the ferry shook greatly.

 

It seemed they were now departing for Pyeonghwang Island.

 

[Xiao Wu.]

 

Then Song Yu-hee’s voice was heard inside his head.

 

She had sent her thoughts through telepathy so the Guangming Sect people wouldn’t hear.

 

[So Wu said you lived as a mercenary while wandering the continent, right?]

 

[That’s correct.]

 

[Then what kind of life do you usually live? I’m curious about what kind of work you do to get by.]

 

Could even such trivial conversation be a sign of affection?

 

[I just live doing various kinds of work.]

 

[I want to hear about those various kinds of work.]

 

[Sometimes I explore Secret Realms, sometimes I take commissions and run errands, sometimes I fight with other mercenaries… sometimes I get involved in conflicts between various factions like this time. It’s diverse.]

 

When he answered while recalling his life in Ghost Head City, Song Yu-hui showed an interested expression.

 

Sensing she might interrogate him further, Cheon Woo-jin threw back a question instead.

 

[What about you, Sect Leader? How have you lived your life?]

 

[I’ve only cultivated the whole time.]

 

Song Yu-hui readily answered Cheon Woo-jin’s question.

 

[I only cultivated while touring the Spirit Mountains and Spirit Forests that the Taeul Yeokri Sect has secured. The Taeul Yeokri Sect prepared all the cultivation resources including elixirs, so I just had to sit still and do Qi Circulation Cultivation.]

 

It was a story that would make ordinary disciples who had been exploited by the Taeul Yeokri Sect their whole lives until they met their end burst with indignation.

 

They traveled around the continent breaking their backs to collect cultivation resources, but they couldn’t use them fully for themselves and had everything taken by the Taeul Yeokri Sect.

 

Song Yu-hui was born from concentrating all those exploited resources.

 

However, Cheon Woo-jin didn’t think Song Yu-hui was enviable.

 

[How long have you continued that kind of life?]

 

[About one hundred fifty years.]

 

[One hundred fifty years?]

 

[To be precise, one hundred fifty years and ninety-seven days. I was dragged to Taeul Mountain on my ninth birthday, so that should be right.]

 

What kind of feelings did Song Yu-hui have back then?

 

When she was dragged to the deep mountains and told that from now on she would have to live here cultivating every day, what kind of feelings did that nine-year-old girl experience?

 

It was something Cheon Woo-jin could hardly even imagine.

 

However, there was one thing he could be certain of.

 

Song Yu-hui’s personality was formed because the Taeul Yeokri Sect raised her that way.

 

Song Yu-hui was a monster that the Taeul Yeokri Sect had created themselves.

 

[Ah, but I’ve been doing outside activities occasionally since about ten years ago. I went out whenever the Taeul Yeokri Sect needed my full power. This time was one of those occasions too.]

 

This meant she couldn’t do any outside activities at all before that.

 

Having lived that way for over a hundred years, there was no way a normal personality could have formed.

 

[Didn’t you have any friends to cultivate with?]

 

[Friends? There’s no way such a thing could exist. There was no one I could form an equal relationship with.]

 

After saying that.

 

Song Yu-hee tilted her head slightly and said.

 

[In that sense, perhaps Sou might become my first friend.]

 

Sou means little friend.

 

It could also be said to be an abbreviation of Sodoou (Little Fellow Daoist).

 

While cultivators commonly call each other Fellow Daoist, it’s rare for them to truly think of each other as friends when using that term.

 

But the word “Sou” that Song Yu-hee was now speaking seemed to carry special meaning.

 

[I am not someone equal to the Sect Master.]

 

[Why do you think that?]

 

[Didn’t you try to give me unilateral orders from the beginning?]

 

[I did do that. But now it’s different.]

 

Song Yu-hee said with a smile.

 

[Moreover, you even saved my life.]

 

[I merely watched Master Gukro self-destruct and brought you out of the pseudo Law Domain. It would be inappropriate to say I saved your life.]

 

[Did Master Gukro really self-destruct?]

 

[What do you mean?]

 

[I’m certain I never saw Sou’s figure in the pseudo Law Domain.]

 

Song Yu-hee’s observation was sharp.

 

[But how did you bring me out of the pseudo Law Domain?]

 

[I was inside the pseudo Law Domain from the beginning. I was just hiding my body with Concealment Art.]

 

[A Concealment Art so advanced that neither I nor Master Gukro could notice it—what kind is it exactly?]

 

[I can’t tell you everything about that.]

 

Cheon Woo-jin answered coldly.

 

[The Sect Master wouldn’t think of revealing all her techniques to me either.]

 

[If I told you everything, would you tell me everything about yourself too?]

 

[Don’t joke around.]

 

[I’m not joking.]

 

While looking into Cheon Woo-jin’s eyes.

 

Song Yu-hui moved her lips and spoke.

 

“I want to know as much as possible.”

 

“….”

 

“About So-u, anything at all.”

 

A low voice that gave off an eerie feeling.

 

Just as Cheon Woo-jin was about to open his mouth to respond to that statement, which carried fragments of emotion beyond simple interest.

 

A presence was felt from the back seats.

 

“….”

 

Song Yu-hui’s eyes, which had been looking into Cheon Woo-jin’s, moved.

 

Song Yu-hui had felt the same thing.

 

Confirming the men rising from the back seats, Song Yu-hui asked.

 

“Did we give ourselves away?”

 

“That’s not it.”

 

Cheon Woo-jin answered in a cold voice.

 

“It seems information was leaked.”

 

In fact, Cheon Woo-jin had noticed from the beginning.

 

This ferry had not only the Jongli Family aboard, but also cultivators from the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon.

 

They had obtained information that the Taeul Yeokri Sect was sending someone to Pyeonghwang Island today, and boarded the same ship to make the first move.

 

“It seems everyone has caught on.”

 

The woman who had been in the front seat approached them.

 

Her walking manner was as elegant as Song Yu-hui’s, and a faint golden light was flowing from her body.

 

[Jongli Yeon ]

 

* Race: Human Race

 

* Age: 384 years

 

* Realm: Core Formation Realm Great Perfection

 

* Constitution: Earth-Metal Spirit Root

 

* Faction: Orthodox Sect

 

* Affiliation: Jongli Family

 

* Heavenly Mandate: Love of Family

 

A Core Formation Realm cultivator from the Jongli Main Family.

 

She surrounded Cheon Woo-jin and Song Yu-hui from front and back together with the cultivators of the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon.

 

“If you stay quiet, you won’t get hurt.”

 

“….”

 

Jongli Yeon seemed not to recognize Song Yu-hui.

 

If she had known that the person before her was the young sect master of the Taeul Yeokri Sect who had reached the Nascent Soul realm, she wouldn’t have been able to maintain such a relaxed attitude.

 

“Hmm, judging by the atmosphere, the young lady seems to be from the Taeul Yeokri Sect….”

 

Jongli Yeon’s gaze shifted from Song Yu-hui to Cheon Woo-jin.

 

“I can’t figure out the identity of the person next to her.”

 

At that moment.

 

A golden light smoothly flowed out from Jongli Yeon.

 

“Surely the Taeul Yeokri Sect wouldn’t have brought in some rootless mercenary….”

 

The golden beam of light stretched toward Cheon Woo-jin like a living creature.

 

Like when Gwak Yu used his divine perception, it was an attempt to detect by directly touching Cheon Woo-jin.

 

However, at that moment.

 

“…!”

 

Slash!

 

A green flash cut through the air with a brilliant gleam.

 

The spiritual energy blade that Song Yu-hui extended tore through the golden beam of light like paper.

 

Not stopping there, it stretched out long and embedded itself deep into Jongli Yeon’s right shoulder.

 

“Aaah…!”

 

A scream burst from Jongli Yeon’s mouth.

 

Though she was also a skilled practitioner of the Core Formation Great Circle, this strike was too fast for her to respond to.

 

“H-how…!”

 

Jongli Yeon opened her eyes wide and stared at Song Yu-hui.

 

She never could have imagined that Song Yu-hui, who had seemed like nothing special, would inflict a serious wound on her with just a single strike.

 

Glaring at her face that had turned deathly pale, Song Yu-hui coldly snapped at her.

 

“Don’t you dare touch my Xiao Wu carelessly.”

 

Song Yu-hui’s voice dropped low.

 

That voice carried a blade-sharp killing intent.

 

“Don’t you know that men and women should maintain proper distance, you vulgar thing.”

 

“…!”

 

She’s left speechless.

 

Deciding to just pretend he hadn’t heard that, Cheon Woo-jin drew the Zhurongmiejie Sword to deal with the enemies rushing at him from behind.

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