Looking for the Runaway Heavenly Maiden - Chapter 100

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100.

Black mist spread across the space, pursuing them relentlessly. Watching this unfold, Gihyeongrang turned his head. Dozens of Hand Ogeong surrounded him from all sides.
Gihyeongrang found the recklessness of Hand Ogeong and Cheonuyhua laughable.
This place, once the Demon’s Space, now belonged to him.
Moreover, he had been reborn as an Evil God.
No matter the bloodline of the Jade Emperor and the Patriarch, how could they defeat a deity equal to the Patriarch himself?
He found Cheonhaerang and Ryujiho equally amusing—mere children not even half his age, daring to challenge him.
Gihyeongrang laughed, forcibly suppressing the rage that threatened to overflow.
His voice carried a note of playful mockery.
There was a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“What do I do about this? I don’t really want to play with you guys. You’re just… not fun.”

Screech! Boom!
From within the black mist, the fragments rained down upon Hand Ogeong like a torrential downpour.
Watching the golden staff move swiftly between the endless cascade of shards, Gihyeongrang took flight.
Watching the golden staff moving swiftly among the endlessly pouring fragments, Gihyeongrang took flight.

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Cheonhaerang’s blade cut through the black mist. Yet he could not block all the fog spreading in every direction.
Moreover, something was wrong. By this point, they should have reached that Evil Spirit.
Yet they remained bound to the River.
This sensation—he had felt it before. In Imdonggu’s Funeral Hall, when they were trapped and could not escape.
Growl. Jiho let out a rumbling cry in place of a curse. Then she called out to Cheonhaerang, who rode upon her back.
Grr. Jiho let out a growl in place of a curse. Then she shouted toward Cheonhaerang, who was riding on her back.

“Grrr! (I’ll stop for now!)”

The white paw that scattered blue light came to a halt. A low growl rumbled forth. Jiho’s gaze swept around menacingly, taking in the surroundings.
The black mist that hadn’t dissipated even with the bear’s assault loomed thick and suffocating, ready to engulf them at any moment.
In that instant, something surged upward from below with the sound of rushing water.
Cheonhaerang hastily unfurled the Turtle Shell once more.
Clang—!
Crimson hands erupting from the river clung thickly to the Turtle Shell.
My heart lurched. Honestly, I was genuinely terrified.
Even now, I was damn scared. There was no more fitting word to express this emotion than that crude expletive.
The crimson hands clinging to the Turtle Shell were utterly grotesque.
I deliberately averted my gaze from those hands. Before us, Gihyeongrang stood at ease.
Gihyeongrang was smiling with leisure.

“That’s enough playtime. Any more would be tedious, wouldn’t it?”

I hadn’t expected to be cornered this quickly.
I clenched my teeth and threatened toward Gihyeongrang beyond the Turtle Shell.
Of course, I knew it wouldn’t work on him. That mocking gleam in his eyes was proof of it.
I racked my mind rapidly to break free from this predicament.
Perhaps only an instant’s worth of time. If I could just buy that much time….

“…!”

A flash of brilliance struck my mind. Instead of speaking, I sent a transmission to Cheonhaerang.

[Seon Igyeong!]

At the voice resonating in his mind, Cheonhaerang looked down at me. My eyes remained fixed on Gihyeongrang.

[Use Seon Igyeong!]

Jiho’s voice echoed through my mind once more.
This space had become Gihyeongrang’s domain. In truth, everything was as good as held in the palm of his hand.
So if I could even momentarily shake Gihyeongrang’s focus, escape from this trap would become possible.
The past, or some ancient illusion.
And the present.
Seon Igyeong would send them wherever they desired.
Crack!
The turtle shell shattered. Crimson hands poured in like a deluge, clinging to them.
Gihyeongrang had drawn impossibly close.
Barely a span of distance remained. His hand seemed poised to seize Cheonhaerang’s throat in a single motion.
In that instant, Cheonhaerang revealed a brilliantly gleaming bronze blade to Gihyeongrang.
Though his gaze merely grazed it, Gihyeongrang’s eyes became ensnared by the reflection cast upon the bronze edge.
A landscape so vivid it consumed his entire vision.
A past that Seon Igyeong was revealing—one marked by an X.
I thought I had forgotten it all. I thought I had erased it completely.
Yet impossibly, the memory remained.
A young boy held a woman’s hand.
The two gazed at each other and smiled warmly.
His childhood.
Gihyeongrang, scorned as the child of a demon spirit.
Yet he had been abundantly blessed with his mother’s love.
Gihyeongrang’s pupils grew clouded. Simultaneously, the crimson hands that had enveloped them vanished.
This was the moment. Jiho rushed forward toward the Evil Spirit with desperate speed.
There was no repetition of what came before. They could reach the Evil Spirit’s vicinity directly.
A cliff carved as if by a blade. The Evil Spirit hung suspended from it by chains of azure light.
The Sword of Spiritual Dao was about to plunge into the Evil Spirit’s heart.
The Evil Spirit’s head lifted.
Cheonhaerang’s eyes met the Evil Spirit’s. Then the Evil Spirit rolled its gaze toward Jiho.
The Evil Spirit licked its lips with its tongue, savoring the sight. The heart of Baekho, overflowing with spiritual essence, looked absolutely delicious.
If I consumed that alone, I could escape this place.
I could become a god.
I had been holding my breath, waiting for this very moment.
Gihyeongrang. That bastard had struck me from behind. Using Baekho’s heart was never meant to break my seal.
He intended to devour that heart to complete himself as an Evil God.
Taking even my power for himself.
But the fool was laughable. He and I were fundamentally different.
How could a mere half-human half-spirit erase the source?
The Evil Spirit’s mouth gaped open. A crimson tongue thrust forth from within.
The massive tongue seemed poised to ensnare them all in an instant.
Yet.

Gack!

Screeeech!
The sharp blade split my tongue. Blood erupted from the wound.
Black blood.
Now I understood. That damned sword.
The one that had pierced my heart.
With its cyan blade gleaming. Yet when I last saw it, it was not this sword.
How could that brat possibly wield it? How?
Even if he carried the blood of the Patriarch, a divine artifact only became usable once its master acknowledged the wielder.
Then… the artifact had acknowledged Cheonhaerang as its master?

Cough!

My body convulsed where the blade touched, spewing chunks of blood.
The crimson clots dripped into the River, turning its scarlet waters black.
At the same moment, the blade pierced my heart. I could not even scream.
I had waited so long for this. And yet, such a pathetic end.
But I cannot simply vanish like this.
Evil is eternal, and its stain spreads across every corner of this world.

Foolish child. Do you truly believe this is my end?

I raised my trembling hand. Black mist seeped from my palm.
My voice echoed across all directions, as solemn as a divine mandate.

From what is evil born?
Can you truly judge what is good and what is evil?
Can you claim your judgment is absolutely righteous?
Then can you declare yourselves good and not evil?

I curled my lips upward. Facing the owner of those golden eyes piercing my heart, I spoke my final words.

Can you prove that you are not evil?

Whoosh!
Black light erupted.
Before they could even dodge, the black light consumed heaven and earth.
When that light faded, Cheonhaerang and Jiho found themselves in an unfamiliar place.
A cool breeze swept across them, and the lush greenery shimmered brilliantly.
Before their eyes stood a traditional tile house.
Beyond the house’s walls, yellow flowers bloomed in radiant splendor.
The moment they saw those flowers, they understood.
They were in that house. The very one they had inhabited mere hours before.
Yet something was different.
The house where they had stayed harbored no human woman.
A human woman was hanging laundry in the courtyard. Blue fabric fluttered in the breeze. Someone approached them.
Sensing the presence, Jiho and Cheonhaerang turned around.

“Who are you?”

It was a young boy, regarding them with bright, curious eyes.

“Is this the tiger brother’s?”

The young boy’s finger pointed toward Baekho, whom Cheonhaerang rode.

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