The Heavenly Demon of the Blue Sky - Chapter 70

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Changcheon Heavenly Demon | Episode 70
Yu Hwa surged forward first, her sword extending without hesitation.
The Cangqiong Feiyan Sword, Feiyan Duhai technique.
Movement as light and fluid as a swallow skimming gently across the sea.
Eon Cheol, now a Corpse Demon, launched a heavy fist as if he’d been waiting for this moment.
Pearl Iron Fist, Tiepaoya.
The fist shot forward like a cannonball, tearing through air toward Yu Hwa’s face.
Yu Hwa read the incoming attack and didn’t meet it head-on.
“Hyah!”
She twisted her upper body fluidly, letting Eon Cheol’s fist pass by mere paper’s thickness.
Immediately, she whipped her blade sharply to disrupt his line of sight.
Whish—!
Eon Cheol answered with rapid bursts of Shuiyuechu, retaliating fiercely.
Powerful palm winds that shattered mountains—yet Yu Hwa responded with measured composure.
‘Nothing to fear here.’
Eon Cheol’s center of gravity and range of movement matched her predictions exactly.
He was tethered entirely to protecting Eon Tae Gyeong, who stood behind him.
No matter how swift or powerful a master might be, if he refused to stray beyond a certain distance from Eon Tae Gyeong, his options were limited.
‘I can’t afford to cross that invisible line between life and death without knowing where it is.’
She exploited this constraint ruthlessly, mapping out Eon Cheol’s attack range in advance.
All the training sessions with her younger brother had prepared her for this.
Without taking serious damage, she gradually drew Eon Cheol’s attention and focus toward herself.
Meanwhile, Dang So Yeon seized the opening Yu Hwa had created and concealed herself.
From within the undergrowth, she observed Eon Tae Gyeong like a snake waiting for prey.
‘Wait… what is this?’
Her eyes widened and narrowed in concentration. Every time Yu Hwa’s sharp blade wind swept past, Eon Tae Gyeong’s eyes twitched slightly, and his fingers and toes flinched.
‘He hasn’t been dead long—his nerves are still active. That much is certain.’
If the nerves remained even in his Corpse Demon form, then the Dang Clan poison would find purchase.
She drew the Sichuan Dang Clan Special Paralysis Toxin from her sleeve and coated her Flying Blades with it.
Then she swept her vast sleeves and released the blades with lethal precision.
Sichuan Dang Clan Hidden Weapon Technique, Anying Nixiu.
Shhhhhh—!
The Flying Blades shot low off her fingertips, barely skimming the ground.
They streamed in like shadows, murky and concealed, then burst upward before Eon Tae Gyeong’s face like a waterfall in reverse.
Eon Tae Gyeong, inadequate even as a Corpse Demon, couldn’t block in time.
Thunk! Thunk! Both Flying Blades buried themselves in his thighs with perfect precision.
The wound sites discolored to a sickly blue-black as the toxin spread like a spider’s web.
“Kill… kill… it…”
Gripped by frenzy and the Corpse Demon’s murderous instinct, Eon Tae Gyeong thrashed his upper body forward.
But his legs had gone rigid as stone and wouldn’t obey.
He pitched forward grotesquely, arms thrashing wildly.
“Done it, sister!”
With Eon Tae Gyeong’s legs immobilized, Eon Cheol’s options collapsed.
Yu Hwa seized the advantage and pushed forward decisively.
She coated both blade edges with the Sichuan Dang Clan’s special antitoxin, drew her Dantian’s essence to its peak, and unleashed a torrent of blade wind.
Whoooosh—!
The purifying azure aura of the Namgung Clan merged with the Sichuan Dang Clan’s crystalline antitoxin, creating a wind as luminous and clear as the sea itself.
“Screeeeech!!”
The moment the delicate blade wind touched their skin, the flesh forged by Corpse Demon poison blackened and smoldered, crumbling to ash-gray char.
Dang So Yeon seized the opening as well. She loaded her Flying Blades with talismans specially crafted by the Jegal Clan, then threaded them through the gossamer Silk Thread of her Hidden Weapon Gauntlet.
“Go!”
Zing-zing-zing! Blades shot from both her arms, their trajectories bending in mid-flight as they impaled Eon Cheol and Eon Tae Gyeong across their entire bodies.
“Gggrrrrgh!”
Wounds that would normally seal instantly on a Corpse Demon—but the talismans’ power worked perfectly. Where the blades struck, the flesh charred black as coal and refused to knit back together.
The Corpse Demon’s ultimate advantage, Infinite Regeneration, was neutralized.
And then, after relentless assault, they found the two Corpse Demons’ fatal weakness.
‘There it is!’
Deep in the left chest, where the heart should beat but now lay silent, a blood-red talisman from the Blood Sect writhed with sickly menace.
“So Yeon—now!”
Yu Hwa rolled and sprang into the air, unleashing a barrage of Cangqiong Feiyan Sword techniques.
Two long swords drove straight toward Eon Cheol’s heart.
At the same moment, Dang So Yeon gathered the remaining Flying Blades and unleashed them mercilessly upon Eon Tae Gyeong.
A vicious assault targeting vital points alone. Victory seemed within reach.
Yet.
“Groooaaarrr—!!”
Eon Cheol unleashed a bestial roar and moved in a way that defied belief.
Sensing his master’s mortal peril, he cradled the fallen Eon Tae Gyeong tenderly in one arm.
Like that distant day long ago when he had carried a newborn child through the forest.
Then, with his free fist alone, he unleashed the Pearl Iron Fist technique in a ruthless barrage.
He shattered every Flying Blade and sword wind that rained down upon himself and Eon Tae Gyeong.
“Aaahhh!”
The shockwave sent Dang So Yeon tumbling violently across the ground.
Yu Hwa too lost her balance, sent sprawling, her entire body covered in dust.
“Hnngh, hah…”
But Eon Cheol remained unscathed. Holding the struggling Eon Tae Gyeong firmly against him, he advanced slowly toward the two fallen figures to finish them.
“Damn…”
Watching him, Dang So Yeon’s eyes filled with deep despair.
She had learned the enemy’s weakness, and the final strike had seemed to connect.
Victory had been within reach—yet now all her options were exhausted, and she faced instead the terrible prospect of death.
‘Is this the end then…’
Just as her head began to bow, Yu Hwa staggered to her feet and reached out her hand.
“It’s not over yet.”
“Sister. But… I’ve run through all my Hidden Weapons, all my Talismans, all my antidotes. There’s no way to win this.”
For someone of the Sichuan Dang Clan to have exhausted both her Hidden Weapons and toxins meant there was nothing left she could do.
Dang So Yeon, losing confidence, hesitated to take Yu Hwa’s hand.
Squeeze—! Yet Yu Hwa refused to yield and grasped Dang So Yeon’s hand anyway.
“I know that even I cannot defeat the enemy in my current state. But if I can overlay a movement the enemy never anticipated… then just once, we might seize the perfect chance to pierce through his heart.”
“That… what exactly are you—”
Yu Hwa drew a deep breath and gripped her sword anew.
“Bind me with the Silk Thread. Control me like a puppet.”
“…!!”
Dang So Yeon’s face went pale at the unexpected words.
“I’ve never once wielded a living person like a Hidden Weapon—never synchronized our movements. Nine times out of ten I’d smash you into the ground! If you fail, your life is forfeit. How can you ask me to do something so reckless!”
She shook her head in refusal, but Yu Hwa gave her courage.
“I’m not fearless either. But if it were my brother Hyeok—if it were him, he would stake everything on even the slimmest chance. And he would triumph against the odds.”
Then, with a gentle yet resolute face, she spoke low and clear.
“As the sister of the Namgung Clan Head, as part of Changcheon, I want to do my utmost to the very end without surrendering. Help me.”
Warm, unyielding eyes.
Once again, Dang So Yeon saw Namgung Hyeok’s presence in Yu Hwa.
That man who had quietly wrought miracles, who had shown such splendid deeds.
Dang So Yeon’s trembling doubt gradually stilled.
“…All right. One chance in ten. Fine—let’s try it!”
Dang So Yeon poured a Dang Clan Secret Elixir that heightened viscosity into the grooves of the Hidden Weapon Gauntlet.
Click—! Then she drew out thread in broad arcs, and it spread like sticky spider silk.
The Hidden Weapon Gauntlet was designed to handle countless Flying Blades at once.
This too was something the Namgung Clan Head had crafted for her.
Hundreds of threads attached carefully to every part of Yu Hwa’s body.
When she manipulated them with all ten fingers, it was like watching a puppet show.
“Ready!”
“Yes. Leave it to me.”
Yu Hwa took a deep breath, then drew her blade’s edge sharp and keen.
“Groooaaarrr!”
Again Eon Cheol charged with his massive frame, fierce and terrible.
‘He comes!’
She unfolded the techniques of the Cangqiong Feiyan Sword in sequence, searching for an opening.
But Eon Cheol’s speed and destructive power were truly extraordinary.
A dizzying moment beyond what even Yu Hwa’s dynamic vision and instinct could track.
Swish—!
The threads pulled taut, and her body moved of its own accord.
“I’m watching every second of this!”
It was thanks to Dang So Yeon, her eyes bloodshot with intensity, drawing the thread taut.
She slipped past Eon Cheol’s fist with the precision of a blade drifting through empty air.
In those extreme moments where death hung in the balance, the techniques they displayed might seem reckless to some.
But they had surrendered completely to the fight, beginning to transcend their own limits.
And then, at last, Yu Hwa’s blade began to exploit the gaps in Eon Cheol’s defense.
What neither could accomplish alone became possible when the two moved as one.
Clang, clang-clang! Crack!
After a barrage of strikes, the iron gauntlet protecting Eon Cheol’s forearm tore away.
‘Now!’
Yu Hwa poured every ounce of power from her Dantian into both blades, lowering her stance before exploding forward.
But Eon Cheol was no ordinary man. Just before his forearm shattered completely.
He blazed his crimson eyes and unleashed his final strike.
Pearl Iron Fist, Tiequan Duhai.
His fist shaped itself like a vast ship, bearing down upon her.
Boom!
The lightning-swift attack came before Yu Hwa could even release her strike.
An ordinary warrior would have faltered in terror, scattering all their accumulated strength.
But Yu Hwa trusted the one standing behind her completely.
She did not withdraw her blade, did not even blink, keeping her aim locked on the enemy’s heart.
“Go!”
Dang So Yeon, prepared to snap the threads even if they should shatter, gathered her True Qi into all ten fingers and snapped them back with brutal force.
Secret Hidden Technique. Shilian Huaspu.
Her movements were like beautiful silk being woven by threads so vibrant they seemed to dance.
Yu Hwa’s entire body, wrapped in the silver strands, spiraled inward and began to rotate violently like a spinning top.
Transformed into a swift tempest, Yu Hwa dodged Eon Cheol’s incoming fist by the breadth of a single drop of sweat.
And in the fleeting instant as his fist rushed past—
“Though the storm may shake heaven and earth, a pair of wings shall never break.”
A blue light danced across her clear eyes.
“Piercing the gale, two blades shall meet at last in the sky.”
Cangqiong Feiyan Sword, Ultimate Technique, Canghai Shuanglong.
Two true blades, spinning with blue radiance, cut through the fierce rain and soared like two birds tangling and reaching together.
A technique she had never once managed to fully execute before. But now—
Crash!
This time it unfolded perfectly, and a vicious whirlwind swept across the enemies.
“Ugh!”
From the violent deployment, the threads snapped entirely, and Yu Hwa and Dang So Yeon tumbled across the dirt ground in a tangle.
“Haah, haah……”
The two girls gasped for breath, and as their vision cleared through the settling dust—
Eon Cheol still stood motionless at the center of the vast crater.
Where his heart should have been, in his left chest, Yu Hwa’s two blades crossed in an X, broken and driven deep.
The Blood Sect Talisman, the source of his Blood Cult Sorcery, had been completely destroyed.
“Grrr, grrgh……”
Yet despite taking that desperate blow, Eon Cheol did not fall.
Instead, he staggered toward Eon Tae Gyeong, who lay sprawled at a distance.
Crunch, crunch.
With each step, ash began to crumble and scatter from his hardened feet.
When Eon Cheol finally reached Eon Tae Gyeong, his trembling hand—already turning to ash—reached out and gently touched the pale, cold cheek of the motionless Eon Tae Gyeong.
Then a single black droplet, whether blood or tears, fell upon his cheek.
That was the end.
Eon Cheol, the eternal guardian of the Jinjueon Clan, dissolved into a handful of ash and vanished.
“Ah……”
Alone now, Eon Tae Gyeong reached out toward the empty space where Eon Cheol had been.
But all that slipped between his fingers was cold, scattering ash.
“Krraaahhh—!!”
Suddenly he threw his head back and let out a cry that seemed to tear the very air.
Fwoosh!
At the same moment, the crimson Blood Sect Talisman lodged in his heart blazed with an eerie, convulsive light—
Boom!
Then came a deafening explosion, and Eon Tae Gyeong’s body burst on the spot, leaving only ash behind.
The exact cause could not be determined.
Yet perhaps what weighed most heavily on her heart was not the resentment and inferiority that had been suppressed beneath the restless spirit’s madness, but rather the extinction of the one being who had tried to protect her to the very end.
Yu Hwa, watching from the side, felt a bitter sting settle in her chest.
‘If only… there had been good people left by that child’s side.’
Wouldn’t he have laughed brightly and lived as ordinary boys his age do?
Through the scattering ash of Eon Cheol, a blood-tainted wind blew forth.
‘It isn’t over yet.’
She shook her head sharply, as if casting off the weight of her thoughts.
The true architects of this tragedy—those who had desecrated even the spirits of the dead and woven such devastation—still drew breath.
“Can you stand?”
At Yu Hwa’s low voice, Dang So Yeon, who had been breathing hard, pushed herself up.
“Of course.”
The two women supported each other’s shoulders and rose unsteadily to their feet.
Their furious gaze fell upon the retreating enemies, their faces drained of color.
“The price for mocking and trampling upon the sorrows of others……”
Yu Hwa seized a sword that lay scattered on the ground, gripping it with raw intensity.
Dang So Yeon, too, retrieved a fallen Flying Blade, her movements radiating a killing intent so cold it made the spine crawl.
“Here and now, you shall pay dearly with those loathsome lives of yours!”
In the midst of the blood-soaked battlefield.
They were no longer fragile girls under protection.
Only two warriors of unbending pride remained.
They charged forward once more, with fierce determination, toward the demons of the Blood Sect.

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