Instant-Death Cultivation: Surviving in an Immortal World with Instant Kill - Chapter 133

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Chapter 133: Black Spirit Blade Emperor (2)

 

“Kyaaah!”

 

Someone among the passengers let out a sharp scream.

 

It was inevitable since a fight using strange powers had suddenly broken out inside the ferry.

 

“P-please stop!”

 

“You can’t fight like that here!”

 

The crew members tried to stop the fight.

 

The ferry was the only means of transportation that could cross the True Desolate Sea.

 

If the cultivators fought and the ferry sank, everyone would be annihilated.

 

“Shut up!”

 

“We’ll handle it ourselves, so don’t worry!”

 

Of course, the cultivators from the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon knew that much too.

 

They too couldn’t preserve their lives if they fell into the True Desolate Sea with their bare bodies.

 

So they were trying to subdue their opponent through hand-to-hand combat using soft body techniques.

 

Kuwung!

 

A burly man thrust his scarred fist forward.

 

The fist that charged forward vibrating the air was like a massive cannonball.

 

“…”

 

Cheon Woo-jin watched it with cold eyes.

 

A punch with enough power to completely crush a person.

 

But Cheon Woo-jin didn’t retreat.

 

He didn’t deploy any defensive techniques either.

 

He simply swung the Zhurong World-Destroying Sword he had just drawn.

 

With just that alone.

 

Space burst into flames and devoured the opponent’s fist.

 

“Keuak…!”

 

“Big brother!”

 

The man retreated, clutching his hand that had burned in an instant, exposing bone.

 

His comrades rushed forward in fury, but Cheon Woo-jin paid no attention and swung the Zhurong World-Destroying Sword repeatedly.

 

The Zhurong World-Destroying Sword is a special dharma artifact that can burn through space.

 

Its weakness is that its effective range is limited to where the blade passes.

 

But in a place like this, it actually becomes an advantage.

 

If Cheon Woo-jin released blazing True Fire here and it burned the ship, it would be a disaster.

 

Even if he used True Fire Command that only burns one person, it would be dangerous if that person rolled around on the floor and spread fire to the surroundings.

 

That’s why he deliberately drew the Zhurong World-Destroying Sword.

 

“Urgh…!”

 

Attempting close combat against that burning sword would be suicide.

 

The cultivators of the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon, belatedly realizing this fact, retreated backward.

 

And they stretched their hands forward to deploy attack magic arts.

 

Though it would be dangerous if the ship broke, they had no choice since at this rate they would burn to death before the ship broke.

 

“Huh…?”

 

But they couldn’t deploy their magic arts.

 

Because Cheon Woo-jin had already closed the distance and rushed right up to their faces.

 

He had enhanced his leg strength with the power of the Six Extremes Heaven Strength Divine Art and accelerated instantaneously.

 

Swoosh!

 

Cheon Woo-jin maximized his physical strength with the Six Extremes Heaven Strength Divine Art and swung the Zhurong World-Destroying Sword.

 

A speed clearly different from just moments before.

 

They couldn’t respond to that change in speed.

 

“Grrgh…!”

 

“Aaah…!”

 

Simple sword wounds aren’t particularly fatal to cultivators.

 

But wounds from the Zhurong World-Destroying Sword burn inward.

 

Not only that, they also deliver extreme pain.

 

The cultivators of the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon were terrified by this power they had never experienced before. They lost their fighting spirit and staggered backward.

 

Cheon Woo-jin showed them no mercy. He thrust the Zhurong World-Destroying Sword into their vital points one by one, cutting off their breath.

 

‘They’re all lacking in mental fortification. If they were properly trained guys, they would have tried to counterattack until the very end.’

 

Among the Dark Gate, there are places that have proper sect structures like the Corpse Ghost Hell Gate, but there are more places that don’t.

 

They’re guys not much different from the evil path black roads of the martial world.

 

The guys Cheon Woo-jin just eliminated are subordinates of Black Spirit Island Master Guan Huang.

 

Guan Hang and his right-hand man Guan Hou were individuals with tremendous skill, but their subordinates were honestly a step below the Orthodox Sect or Demonic Cultivators.

 

“So Woo, is it all finished?”

 

Just then, Song Yu-hui’s voice could be heard.

 

Song Yu-hui had already completely subdued Jong Ri-yeon.

 

Though, I wasn’t sure if calling this “subdued” was the right word.

 

Jong Ri-yeon no longer had arms or legs.

 

Not only that, but there was a large hole pierced through her torso with her internal organs spilling out.

 

Song Yu-hui’s cruel nature that she had been hiding.

 

This was a clear manifestation of it.

 

“Kuh, kuuuuh…”

 

Still, she was clinging to life.

 

Despite turning her into such a rag-like state, Song Yu-hui hadn’t touched her Golden Core.

 

Because there was still a final interrogation to be done.

 

“P-please spare me.”

 

Jong Ri-yeon begged for her life.

 

Not a trace of her elegant demeanor from moments before remained.

 

“P-please, if you just spare my life, I’ll do anything. So please…”

 

But Song Yu-hui didn’t even glance at Jong Ri-yeon.

 

Instead, she approached Cheon Woo-jin and spoke to him.

 

“I couldn’t see clearly, but what did you just do? Did you imbue flames into your blade to burn through the air?”

 

“Something like that.”

 

Cheon Woo-jin answered calmly.

 

“Using flames carelessly in such an enclosed space can easily endanger myself as well. So this is a technique I developed as a last resort.”

 

“For a last resort, it’s quite impressive. I’d like you to show me the details sometime.”

 

He had no intention of showing her the details.

 

It would be troublesome if the Zhu Rong Annihilation Sword was discovered.

 

“That aside.”

 

Cheon Woo-jin turned his gaze toward Jong Ri-yeon.

 

“What do you plan to do after making him like that?”

 

“Ah, look at my absent mind.”

 

Song Yu-hui said with a laugh.

 

“Information gathering is So-u’s responsibility, isn’t it? I prepared him in advance to make it easier to extract information.”

 

“….”

 

It looked like she had committed cruel acts out of personal feelings… but since Song Yu-hui said it that way, he had no choice but to believe her.

 

“Are you Jong Ri-yeon?”

 

“Huh, how do you know my name… Ah, yes, yes I am, my lord.”

 

Jong Ri-yeon answered Cheon Woo-jin’s question with a trembling voice.

 

“If, if you spare my life, I’ll tell you anything.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Of, of course. Shall I start by telling you who ordered this attack? My uncle, Supreme Family Head Jong Ri-cheol…”

 

“Never mind that.”

 

Cheon Woo-jin asked in a cold voice.

 

“What figures from the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon are currently here?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“Besides Black Spirit Sword Master Gwan Hwang and his subordinates, are there any other notable figures here?”

 

“Well, I only know about the Black Spirit Sword Master. The Bright Light Sect might have secretly invited other figures, but…”

 

Just as the Blood World Demon Sect had White Face Horn join additionally, the Thirteen Alliances Under the Moon might have had another figure interfere as well.

 

He wanted to confirm that part, but Jong Ri-yeon seemed to not know much.

 

“Then I’ll ask something else.”

 

If Cheon Woo-jin were from Taeul Yeokri Gate, he would have investigated where they got information to plan this attack.

 

But Cheon Woo-jin had no such intention.

 

It was enough to just ask about things that would help him now.

 

“Has the Black Spirit Sword Master already arrived at Hwangryeol Biyeol Island?”

 

“As far as I know… he should already be on Pyeonghwang Island.”

 

“Where on Pyeonghwang Island is he?”

 

“Well, I don’t really know that either…”

 

Zhongli Yan, who had been speaking like that, hastily added.

 

“B-But! The Black Spirit Island Master is such a conspicuous figure that you’ll be able to find him right away!”

 

“I suppose so.”

 

“I-Is there anything else you’re curious about? Anything at all…”

 

Zhongli Yan was desperately trying to increase his chances of survival even by a little.

 

But it was a useless effort.

 

Because he had already obtained all the necessary information.

 

“Kuk…”

 

Thunk.

 

He thrust the Zhurong World-Destroying Sword into Zhongli Yan’s lower abdomen.

 

Zhongli Yan, whose Golden Core had been pierced through, met his death with an expression full of despair.

 

“Is that interrogation sufficient?”

 

“It’s sufficient.”

 

After answering Song Yu-hui who had been watching from behind, Cheon Woo-jin glanced around and said.

 

“Sect Leader, I think we need to deal with the people on the ship first.”

 

“Deal with them? You mean kill them?”

 

Thud.

 

The crew members and passengers who had been watching while trembling collapsed to the floor.

 

Feeling sympathy for them, Cheon Woo-jin spoke again.

 

“I mean erase their memories. Would that be possible?”

 

“Ah, erasing the memories of Ordinary People is easy enough.”

 

While it would be easy for Song Yu-hui, it was something Cheon Woo-jin couldn’t even attempt.

 

Since he had focused on cultivating combat techniques, he was weak in these auxiliary skills.

 

“Then I’ll ask you to handle that. I’ll dispose of the corpses.”

 

“How are you going to dispose of them? It would be dangerous to burn them.”

 

“I’m thinking of briefly opening the cargo door and throwing the corpses out, like last time.”

 

“Ah, then there’s nothing to worry about. You really are clever.”

 

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

 

After entrusting the aftermath to Song Yu-hui, Cheon Woo-jin dragged the corpses toward the cargo hold.

 

* * *

 

The Second Prince Gong Uiun’s princely residence.

 

There, Song Muyeol was wearing a gloomy expression alongside the Elders including Song Mujin.

 

“So the Third Prince is finally entering the public opinion war.”

 

Song Muyeol said with a frown.

 

“To think he’d officially issue a statement condemning the Second Prince.”

 

“It seems he’s completely pinning the blame for the previous incident on the Second Prince.”

 

Gong Uihwi’s death was Gong Uiun’s conspiracy.

 

The Third Prince Gong Uise was making such claims.

 

He claimed that Gong Uihwi had been killed in an explosion to eliminate a competitor.

 

It was true that Gong Uihwi had died during the conference while only Gong Uiun survived.

 

To those who didn’t know the circumstances, Gong Uise’s side’s claims seemed persuasive.

 

“Did the Guangming Sect suggest this? Or was it the Jongli Family?”

 

“It could be the Third Prince’s own idea. They say he has an exceptional mind.”

 

In any case, from a political perspective, it was the best move.

 

Since the officials and dignitaries who had been at the conference venue were also massacred, blaming all of that on Gong Uiun would give Gong Uise an advantage in the succession struggle.

 

“Sect Leader, at this point we have no choice but to simply kill the Third Prince.”

 

Song Mujin offered his opinion.

 

“Given how things have turned out, we can never defeat the Third Prince in a public opinion war. Let’s just kill him and enthrone the Second Prince.”

 

“Hmm…”

 

No matter how bad public opinion might be, if only one person remained alive, the next Emperor would be decided.

 

National affairs would be unstable for a while, but that wasn’t the Taeul Yeokri Sect’s concern.

 

“I wanted to avoid that if possible. I wanted to resolve this peacefully.”

 

Of course, this was hypocritical lies.

 

From the beginning, the Taeul Yeokri Sect had been considering killing all the other princes.

 

If only they had secured the Heavenly Silkworm Shadow Cloak, they would have already launched assassination operations long ago.

 

“The Guangming Sect and Jongli Family are probably already preparing for a final battle with us.”

 

“Final battle, final battle…”

 

Song Mu-yeol muttered this while turning his head.

 

Song Mu-yeol sighed as he directed his gaze toward Nakryeong Island in the distance, where the Imperial Capital was located.

 

“I hope we can finish this without having to enter the Imperial Capital.”

 

* * *

 

After collecting the spoils of war including the Storage Bag, Cheon Woo-jin threw the corpse outside.

 

Then he returned and sat down next to Song Yu-hui.

 

“Are you finished cleaning up?”

 

“As you can see.”

 

Everyone had peaceful expressions as if nothing had happened.

 

Even the bloodstains on the floor had all disappeared.

 

[When we arrive at Pyeonghwang Island, we’ll need to find the Black Spirit Island Master. As I said earlier, the Black Spirit Island Master is a conspicuous figure, so we should be able to find him quickly.]

 

Song Yu-hui sent a telepathic message to Cheon Woo-jin.

 

[There’s no need for that.]

 

However, Cheon Woo-jin shook his head.

 

[The Black Spirit Island Master won’t be at Pyeonghwang Island.]

 

[What do you mean by that?]

 

[As I said before, the Black Spirit Island Master is a conspicuous figure.]

 

Black Spirit Island Master Gwan Hwang is a tall man reaching 1 jang and 2 cheok in height.

 

People usually say 8 cheok is tall, but he’s much taller than that.

 

If such a person were walking around, he would be too conspicuous.

 

[And he’s not the type of man to disguise his appearance while moving around. It seems the Third Prince’s side is about to engage in serious fighting soon, and if the Black Spirit Island Master were openly walking around, there would be a risk of exposing their operations. So the Black Spirit Island Master must be hiding somewhere else.]

 

[But don’t we still need to go to Pyeonghwang Island to find out where he’s hiding?]

 

[There’s no need for that. We can go directly to Bamboo Forest Island.]

 

[Bamboo Forest Island?]

 

Cheon Woo-jin took out the map again.

 

Bamboo Forest Island was a small island near Pyeonghwang Island.

 

[Originally, in the Hwangryeol Archipelago, you need to use ferry ships to travel between islands, but Bamboo Forest Island, being a subsidiary island of Pyeonghwang Island, is close enough that you can cross over without a ferry ship.]

 

[Hmm, I think I’ve heard of it.]

 

[But just now while disposing of the corpses, I discovered that bamboo leaves from Hwanghae bamboo , a specialty of Bamboo Forest Island, were caught in the robes of the Black Gate cultivators.]

 

[Is that really true?]

 

[Yes. It seems those bastards were staying on Bamboo Forest Island.]

 

Of course, this was a lie.

 

He had never seen any bamboo leaves.

 

Cheon Woo-jin had simply lied to create a reason to head to Bamboo Forest Island.

 

[I heard that the residents of Pyeonghwang Island usually don’t set foot on Bamboo Forest Island. Since it’s an island with nothing but Hwanghae bamboo. But if it’s such a secluded island… it would be the perfect environment for those bastards to use as a temporary base.]

 

In the game too, the Black Spirit Island Master Gwan Hwang and his subordinates had used Bamboo Forest Island as their base.

 

They would wait there and then spring into action when the time came.

 

Since Bamboo Forest Island was the only place in the Hwangryeol Archipelago where they could hide, they would be there this time as well.

 

[Ah, I see.]

 

After hearing Cheon Woo-jin’s explanation, Song Yu-hui smiled and patted Cheon Woo-jin’s arm.

 

[Hehe, this is really interesting.]

 

[Interesting?]

 

[Yes, solving cases while gathering clues one by one like this… I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Traveling with you seems really fun.]

 

She was wearing a bright smile.

 

She looked truly delighted, like a young girl still.

 

[Good, then let’s head straight there as soon as we arrive. If we don’t need to take the ferry, we can just go directly.]

 

[But will you be alright?]

 

Cheon Woo-jin asked Song Yu-hui.

 

[The Black Spirit Island Master is a Nascent Soul Realm Mid-stage expert. Since he’s someone who has constantly pursued martial prowess, he’ll be much stronger than the National Elder.]

 

Would it be alright to fight the Black Spirit Island Master when she had been defeated by the National Elder?

 

That was what he meant.

 

[Don’t worry.]

 

Saying that, Song Yu-hui pulled Cheon Woo-jin’s arm.

 

Then she brought her lips close to Cheon Woo-jin’s ear, close enough that he could feel her breath, and whispered with her voice instead of telepathy.

 

“As long as you help me, I feel like I could beat down any bastard.”

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