Reincarnation of the Cloud Dragon - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67.
One of the Ten Demon Sects, the Sura Blood Sect, had appeared directly at the Black Dragon Gang.
“I have merely come today to see the face of the man who dared to subdue the ‘hunting dog’ raised by the Sura Blood Sect.”
A soft voice flowed from between her alluring crimson lips as she descended lightly onto the snowy ground.
Dan Hong’s gaze swept across the Black Dragon Gang’s Training Ground with evident interest before coming to rest upon Yun Cheon, who held a dark iron sword.
Her eyes gleamed with certainty—this youth before her was indeed the monster who had subdued Maeng Ung in a single breath.
“…Are you the master of the Black Dragon Gang?”
Her voice was gentle and melodious.
Yet beneath that sweetness coiled a subtle killing intent as venomous as deadly poison.
“Would you honor me with a match?”
Yun Cheon’s eyes remained utterly indifferent as he faced Dan Hong’s provocation.
‘I subdued the master of Blood Axe Fortress, and now his superior appears.’
Dan Hong met his gaze with a mocking smile before turning her body toward Saengsa Jjon in the Medical Chamber, offering a respectful bow.
“If the Black Dragon Gang’s master accepts my challenge, this is merely a fair duel between rising talents! Surely, the Sect’s Venerable One would not deign to personally intervene in the passionate clash of youth?”
It was a cunning stratagem.
By offering a respectful greeting to the Five-Rank Venerable Saengsa Jjon first, she had simultaneously invoked the pretext of a youthful duel to preempt any intervention.
[How audacious. Such a brazen move…!]
Dan Hong could afford such insolence only because of her standing as a member of the Sura Blood Sect.
Saengsa Jjon made no effort to conceal his displeasure, and a sinister aura rippled from him.
Yet Dan Hong swept back her crimson hair with a satisfied smile.
‘Given Saengsa Jjon’s temperament, if he intended to act, he would have done so already—not merely released his aura. The plan proceeds as intended.’
Should he rely upon his authority as Venerable to cast her out, the Black Dragon Gang’s master would lose all the prestige he had accumulated in a single instant.
‘Hehehehe… all the better….’
From Dan Hong’s perspective, that outcome was equally favorable.
She would not lose her head merely for challenging the Black Dragon Gang’s master.
Rather, Yun Cheon would be mocked as a coward hiding behind Saengsa Jjon’s authority, refusing her challenge.
Conversely, should he accept, Dan Hong was confident.
‘Though Saengsa Jjon may sponsor him, from what I have learned, he is merely a fledgling who recently graduated from Zamadong. He is not yet ready to face this Blood Blossom.’
Yet Saengsa Jjon’s aura dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared.
[…Hmph. His impudent manner merely irritated me. Indeed, is there even a need for me to intervene directly?]
With a scoff, Saengsa Jjon fell silent, offering no further presence.
His demeanor suggested complete indifference to Dan Hong, his focus returning entirely to tending the patients.
Dan Hong’s delicate brow began to furrow.
“Dan Hong of the Sura Blood Sect, is it….”
Yun Cheon lowered the hand that had been resting against his chin, his voice cutting through the air with glacial coldness.
“I have never heard of you. Moreover, for one who is not even a junior sect master to brazenly demand a duel from a gang’s master—how discourteous. Is this how the Sura Blood Sect conducts itself?”
“…What did you just say?”
Dan Hong’s crimson eyes froze with a chilling intensity.
Though she glared at him, Yun Cheon dismissed her killing intent effortlessly, raising his voice toward the hundreds of ronin and martial artists surrounding them.
“Do you truly believe a gang’s master and a mere sect disciple stand as equals? I now understand perfectly how the Sura Blood Sect regards the other factions of our Demonic Cult.”
“…!”
The impact of those few words was staggering.
In an instant, the very air of the Black Dragon Gang’s courtyard inverted.
Most of those gathered here were martial artists or wanderers from minor sects who had suffered the humiliation of being unable to join massive powers like the Ten Demon Sects or the Twelve.
Yun Cheon’s words perfectly ignited their suppressed sense of victimhood.
“That, that’s not! I merely challenged you…!”
Dan Hong rushed to clarify, but the gazes around her had already turned glacial in an instant.
“There’s truth in it. No matter how much the Sura Blood Sect ranks among the Ten Demon Sects, a mere martial artist challenging the sect leader of an established faction….”
“The privileged have always treated minor powers like us as dirt beneath their feet!”
“Exactly! The Black Dragon Gang Leader’s words are absolutely right!”
Dan Hong felt a chill run down her spine.
She had thought herself clever in silencing Saengsa Jjon’s mouth.
But Yun Cheon had disregarded the implicit hierarchy between the Sura Blood Sect and the Black Dragon Gang entirely.
Had they been factions of comparable standing, it might have been different.
But the very position of being among the Ten Demon Sects had become the spark that ignited the powder keg.
‘This… this wretched brat! Manipulating his tongue to incite the masses?’
Dan Hong’s crimson lips trembled.
Shame and fury sent scarlet waves of blood-qi shimmering like heat haze across her entire body.
Dan Hong’s tone transformed.
“Hmph! A silver-tongued dog, I see. Gathering provincial thugs and playing sect leader—do you think yourself a true dragon now?”
The pretense of courtesy she had maintained before the honored guest vanished without a trace.
This was Dan Hong’s true nature laid bare.
Uuuoong—.
Ferocious blood-qi swirled and coalesced at the tips of Dan Hong’s hands.
“Once I suppress you, all the whispers will cease! That is the law of the Martial World, the way of the strong!”
A killing intent so palpable it seemed ready to drench the Training Ground in blood erupted forth.
“A side effect of blood techniques that forcibly elevate one’s power. You cannot contain your blood-qi well, it seems.”
Yet Yun Cheon merely stood with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly observing the flow of her inner energy.
Then he struck at the heart of the matter.
“How ostentatious. Unable to even control the qi surging toward your Baihui point as rage consumes you—your trembling hands are almost pitiful.”
“…!!”
Dan Hong’s heart plummeted.
The secret techniques of the Sura Blood Sect she wielded were formidable, but as a woman with naturally strong yin-qi, forcing blood-qi to surge always stimulated the meridians at her Baihui point, bringing excruciating headaches.
“…How do you… how could you know that!”
It was a weakness known only to her, even among the masters of the Sura Blood Sect.
“When you cannot properly control your qi, it becomes transparent to the eye. Tsk. Wasting your life on such incomplete martial arts… you truly do not value your own existence.”
It was a negation of the bitter poison she had spent a lifetime cultivating, a rejection of her very life.
Dan Hong’s reason snapped like a twig.
“Ugh…! How dare you! What do you know!”
Fury mixed with shock and humiliation exploded outward as her form became a crimson thunderbolt, hurtling toward Yun Cheon.
“Die!”
Five crimson threads of energy erupted from her fingertips, lashing toward Yun Cheon’s throat.
The ultimate technique of the Sura Blood Sect.
The Sura Blood Claw.
“…!”
The onlooking wanderers held their breath.
A mere graze from such devastating demonic force would shred flesh from bone.
Yet Yun Cheon, standing before that crimson trajectory, remained utterly unmoved.
“It seems my opponent’s caliber falls somewhat short….”
A soft whisper.
From my lower abdomen, from the rotating dantian, the Limitless Frozen Heart Technique awakened.
A piercing, world-freezing chill flowed down my sleeves like glacial wind.
Dan Hong had already lost all reason and was charging forward, so there was no question of accepting or refusing the duel—it was already happening.
“Since this won’t take long anyway, I accept your challenge. I’ll concede the first move.”
Yet as I casually tossed those final words toward my rushing opponent, they carried the weight of a master surveying an inferior from an unreachable height.
‘She’s forced her blood energy to the surface, leaving her technique’s transitions riddled with gaps.’
A piercing shriek—!
The instant the incoming crimson energy was about to shred my body to pieces.
My form scattered like smoke.
Dan Hong’s crimson nails raked through empty air, tearing a sound like the world itself was splitting.
‘He vanished?!’
Dan Hong’s crimson eyes widened in shock.
There was no trace of him anywhere—left or right.
In that moment, a cool shadow descended from above.
“That’s why you’ll never die of old age.”
A cold voice, as if spoken from the heavens themselves.
Dan Hong’s head snapped upward in panic.
Suspended in midair, Yun Cheon looked down upon her crown, though she couldn’t fathom when he’d ascended.
“…!”
Dan Hong hastily crossed her arms and shot blood energy upward in defense.
But Yun Cheon’s movement was half a beat faster.
I simply extended my right hand, placing my palm lightly upon the crown of her head, directly over the Hundred Convergences point.
A soft tap.
The gentlest of touches.
Yet in that instant, Dan Hong’s entire body went rigid, as if struck by lightning.
“Cool your head.”
A tremendous rumble—!
The glacial qi of the Limitless Frozen Heart Technique, spinning ferociously within my dantian, poured forth through my palm like a cascading waterfall.
The extreme yin energy pierced through the Hundred Convergences point, sweeping through the cerebral meridians of her mind.
“Ahhh…!”
A scream tore from Dan Hong’s lips.
The boiling blood surging upward through her skull, inflicting excruciating agony, collided with the absolute frigidity of the Ice Heart Seal descending through the Baihui acupoint.
A sharp, crystalline hiss—
The Sura Blood Sect’s vital essence, raging like wildfire through her veins, instantly froze and began flowing backward in jagged shards.
A crimson mist rose from Dan Hong’s skin like steam.
“Cough… hack!”
Dan Hong spewed a dark clot of blood and collapsed to her knees upon the snow.
A single exchange.
No—it was hardly even an exchange. It was a one-sided, overwhelming suppression.
The Training Ground fell silent. Not even breathing could be heard.
“…!”
The newly appointed Black Dragon Gang Master had subdued a master of mid-tier rank in the Feng Yun Ranking with a single move.
Yun Cheon was systematically dismantling the Feng Yun Ranking hierarchy.
“Hah… hah…!”
Dan Hong lay sprawled on the ground, breathing in ragged gasps.
Humiliation and shame surged through her, yet simultaneously, her mind churned in confusion.
She had been defeated, her life hanging by a thread.
‘My head… it doesn’t hurt.’
Ever since she had devoted herself to the Sura Blood Sect and mastered its vital essence.
The excruciating pain and burning sensation at her Baihui acupoint that had tormented her ceaselessly—they had vanished as if washed away.
The cold energy Yun Cheon had driven into her had forcibly stabilized the reversed blood flow, restoring equilibrium.
Yun Cheon gazed down at Dan Hong collapsed on the ground and pronounced his verdict with chilling finality.
“I have embedded yin-cold energy at your Baihui acupoint. If you forcibly draw upon your cultivation, that energy will freeze your meridians completely.”
Dan Hong trembled violently as she raised her head.
“You would cripple my martial arts! You might as well kill me!”
A cold sneer curved Yun Cheon’s lips.
“Kill you? Why would I do that?”
Yun Cheon let out a soft, contemptuous laugh and gestured dismissively toward Dan Hong.
“Now that you understand you are outmatched, return to your master.”
“…What?”
Dan Hong’s crimson eyes wavered with disbelief.
Yun Cheon added coldly to her.
“And tell him this: if the Black Dragon Gang Master is to be challenged, next time your master should come in person, with proper courtesy and decorum.”
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As Dan Hong departed the Black Dragon Gang and made her way back to the Sura Blood Sect, her chest felt weighted as if by stone.
It was not merely because she had been defeated.
Rather, her mind had achieved a clarity and transparency she had never experienced in her entire life.
‘My head… it doesn’t hurt.’
Since being taken in by the Sura Blood Sect, whenever she burned with bestial bloodlust, that excruciating migraine would crash down like a splitting axe.
That agony had always kept her on edge, unable to restrain her fury.
Yet a single strand of frigid energy that the Black Dragon Gang Master had embedded within Dan Hong’s Baihui point was ruthlessly suppressing that tiresome inferno like a cruel lie.
[You squander your life for such incomplete martial arts?]
Yun Cheon’s icy mockery lingered in her ears.
Though shame should have wracked her body with tremors, strangely, a small seed of doubt was taking root deep within Dan Hong’s chest.
‘Incomplete martial arts…? Could it be that the sect taught me something fundamentally flawed?’
The moment that thought crystallized, her spine erupted in goosebumps.
* * *
Within the hidden chamber of the Sura Blood Sect.
After delivering her report, Dan Hong knelt on one knee against the floor, coughing blood and gasping for breath as the aftereffects ravaged her body.
Standing above her was Hyeol Young, an elder of the Sura Blood Sect.
Rather than rage at news of Dan Hong’s defeat, his eyes twisted into a grotesque expression as he stared through her crown, piercing and unblinking.
“Dan Hong, come closer.”
Hyeol Young extended his skeletal hand and felt along Dan Hong’s Baihui point.
In that instant, Hyeol Young’s bloodshot eyes trembled with horror.
‘This… this cannot be! The sect’s absolute seal planted within this woman’s Baihui point… has been undone?’
The Sura Blood Sect’s absolute restriction, implanted in children abducted in their youth to make them obedient hunting dogs.
A leash that boiled the blood, erased reason, and obsessed the mind solely with slaughter.
It had been completely neutralized by a profound yin-cold energy.
“Elder…?”
“…So the one wielding yin-cold energy is the Black Dragon Gang Master, Yun Cheon?”
Through Hyeol Young’s withered lips, a murderous intent coiled forth like a serpent.
“That monster… must not be allowed to live…!”
A creature who had pierced through their darkest secret in a single contact and rendered it powerless.
Dan Hong did not know it, but the leadership of the Sura Blood Sect had finally awakened to the truth: the Black Dragon Gang Master was their ‘true enemy’—a threat to their very lifeline.
“No, he must not even be killed! Whatever the cost, bring that monster before me alive, immediately.”

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