The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 110

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 110
Once one reached the Wonyeonggi stage, they gained dominion over an area the size of a small kingdom.
This dominion was a form of sensory field.
With concentration, one could perceive nearly everything occurring within that domain as if witnessing it directly before their eyes.
Naturally, the next stage above that.
A Water Cultivator Disciple at the Hwashin-gi realm could sense a vastly broader territory—roughly the size of an entire Empire.
This was precisely why Jeongmyeong Jonja, the former Hyuncheon Castle Lord, had attempted to control every minute detail unfolding in the territories surrounding the Holy Capital from his seat there.
But what of a Water Cultivator Disciple at the Yeonheo-gi stage?
Susa at the Yeonheo-gi realm, possessing dominion several times greater than an Empire, represented one of the highest echelons within the Major Sect Alliance—with only a handful of such cultivators in existence.
The dominion wielded by such monsters was truly on par with nature itself.
Among them, a select few could extend their senses across the entire Continent despite being merely at the Yeonheo-gi stage.
Of course, in reality, no Yeonheo-gi Water Cultivator Disciple in the Deep Three Continents engaged in such madness.
The Deep Three Continents was a place where all remained cautious of one another.
A single misstep in offending someone’s sensibilities would trigger immediate, bloody slaughter.
Maintaining basic courtesy was a prerequisite for survival.
In any case, once caught within the surveillance net of a Yeonheo-gi Water Cultivator Disciple?
Unless one was of equal rank, escape was utterly impossible.
Moreover, Yeonheo-gi Water Cultivator Disciples were the essential pillars actively leading the Major Sect Alliance in the field.
Since Hapdogi Water Cultivator Disciples currently refrained from external activities.
The Yeonheo-gi Water Cultivator Disciples remained quite busy with their fieldwork.
“Heh heh, what fortune we’ve stumbled upon today.”
“Indeed, Elder Heo. Seeing them so brazenly traveling with a Jiangshi suggests they’re from the Demonic Sect Alliance.”
“All the better then. I’ve grown weary of those Demonic Sect Alliance dogs running amok of late.”
“Heh heh, reducing their numbers even by one here will surely benefit the future of our Celestial Watchers.”
“Your words ring true indeed.”
They were Water Cultivator Disciples belonging to the Yongeul Sect.
A representative orthodox faction within the Immortal Cultivation Realm.
The Yongeul Sect possessed three Yeonheo-gi Water Cultivator Disciples alone, and their sect’s founder was even a Hapdogi Water Cultivator Disciple.
Thus, among the countless factions within the Celestial Watchers, their prestige was truly formidable.
And the Yongeul Sect’s pride—their Hapdogi Susa.
He was one of the Thirty-Six Ancestors of the Immortal Cultivation Realm.
The Taiyi Patriarch.
“Phew, with the Demon Cultivators lying low recently, our profits have been meager. How fortunate to encounter a Demonic Sect Alliance member like this.”
“The Great Elder will be most pleased.”
“Indeed! Especially if we capture this Demonic Sect Alliance member and plunder the Jeo-mul Platform, his joy will know no bounds!”
They rode within a massive ship-shaped flying artifact, and its speed was truly extraordinary.
Kwaaaang—
The flying artifact tearing through the air displayed tremendous momentum even from a distance.
It was easily twice as fast as Ilhyang’s flying artifact.
“Shall we try coaxing them gently this time, as we did before, to extract their cultivation methods?”
“Hmm, that would take too much time.”
“Still, if we could obtain even one cultivation method from that Demonic Sect Alliance dog, wouldn’t it be profitable to sell it later in Bangsi, Elder?”
“Heh, it’s strange that anyone would buy such trash. But we’re short on spirit stones right now, so we have no choice.”
Yeonheo-gi Susa of the Yongeul Sect.
The Cheong-un Merchant Heo Yun-gwak adjusted his flying artifact to rapidly pursue the Demonic Sect Alliance cultivator who was attempting an awkward escape.
“Tsk tsk, unlucky bastard. To stumble into my patrol territory of all places.”
In the Deep Three Continents, dozens upon hundreds of clashes erupted every single day.
Most conflicts were between demon cultivators and humans, but clashes between humans and humans were far from rare either.
Since each faction had carved out dominion spanning at least small kingdoms.
Even though the continent was vast, it was nearly impossible to wander completely beyond their detection ranges.
The cultivators from the Immortal Celestial Realm were even divided into factions—the Demonic Sect Alliance and the Jeongzong—and they were bloodthirsty to kill each other on sight.
Back in the Immortal Celestial Realm, they merely kept each other in check, rarely resorting to direct confrontation.
‘But this place is different.’
This was Wilderness Land.
There were no overseers or mediators here.
The great immortals of Hapdo-gi were too preoccupied watching each other in the Deep Three Continents to cast their gaze carelessly.
In short, this was a lawless zone.
The weak died, and the dead became fertilizer for others.
“Become fertilizer quickly, you wretched Demonic Sect dog!”
Watching the Wonyeonggi juniors behind him, emboldened by their trust in the Yeonheo-gi Susa, the Cheong-un Merchant let out a quiet chuckle.
One Hwashin-gi cultivator and three Wonyeonggi disciples.
Himself, at the Yeonheo-gi level.
Five in total.
The perfect number for a patrol.
“Will Yunhae step forward? I’ll handle the Jiangshi beside him, so loosen up your hands. That thing seems to be at most early-stage Hwashin-gi.”
Yunhae Venerable, who had been fiddling with something in his hands at the very front of the flying artifact, scratched the back of his head as he spoke.
“We don’t have time, do we?”
“Kekeke, still hate troublesome things, I see.”
“My apologies, Elder.”
“Never mind. I didn’t expect much anyway. All you need to do is craft puppets properly.”
“I will work harder at creating them, Elder.”
As Yunhae Venerable, a Hwashin-gi master, repeatedly bowed respectfully, the Cheong-un Merchant decided to take action himself, troublesome as it was.
‘Tsk, if I use too much power, the elders might notice.’
A moderately loose strike would do.
Then, after breaking his momentum, I could slowly force him to cough up his cultivation method.
The Jiangshi was utterly useless anyway—I’d chop it into pieces and feed it to the spirit beasts.
Methodically organizing in his mind what was about to unfold.
The Cheong-un Merchant exerted force on the clumsily fleeing flying artifact.
Crack—crack—crack!
As his will manifested, a certain region of the sky shrank as though gripped by a colossal hand.
It crumpled.
This was no mere figure of speech.
The lotus-shaped flying artifact that the Demon Sect Hwashin-gi Cultivator and the Jiangshi had been riding was literally crushed and shattered in an instant.
Crunch—!
The two people inside the artifact.
That is to say, one Hwashin-gi Cultivator and the Jiangshi leaped down to the ground.
“Well, their feet are bound now.”
The Cheong-un Merchant hummed a quiet tune to himself, pondering how to torment these pathetic creatures.
‘I can’t kill them, though.’
A Hwashin-gi Cultivator was essentially a massive bundle of resources.
The treasures contained within the Jeo-mul Platform were valuable, certainly.
But that wasn’t the only reason he’d ambushed them.
A Hwashin-gi Cultivator’s body and meridians were ideal for crafting elixirs.
And a Hwashin-gi Cultivator’s soul—their primordial spirit—was pure condensed spiritual essence, making it the finest material for creating a puppet’s core.
“A creature of that caliber should make a serviceable puppet, wouldn’t you say?”
“Indeed, Elder.”
“Excellent.”
A puppet craftsman.
When Yunhae Venerable answered respectfully, the Cheong-un Merchant rose from the flying artifact.
Troublesome as it was, since he couldn’t exert his full power, he’d have to dismantle these weaklings manually.
Having leaped from the flying artifact, the Cheong-un Merchant gazed upon Ma Jong and the Jiangshi crouching in odd positions on the ground, then smiled wickedly and spoke.
“Don’t tell me you’re planning an ambush?”
It was laughable.
He thought they were adorably playing around without understanding their place.
And it couldn’t be otherwise.
The aura emanating from both of them was at most Hwashin-gi level.
“Fine, I’ll give you a special opportunity.”
After letting them do everything they could.
Once they sank into despair and abandoned hope for life, they’d be in a much better state for torture.
The Cheong-un Merchant folded his arms and raised his chin, his eyebrows twitching.
Ilhyang, who had been observing this scene with a composed gaze, made eye contact with Woo Ki-cheon beside him.
And sent a message.
[The moment I give the signal, strike with full force.]
[This is nerve-wracking, Senior.]
[Your role is crucial. We need to end this in one blow.]
Woo Ki-cheon laughed eerily.
Then he gazed at the Yeonheo-gi Cultivator before his eyes.
Remarkably, this Yeonheo-gi Cultivator was someone Woo Ki-cheon knew.
‘The Cheong-un Merchant of the Yongeul Sect… You’ve truly fallen into the trap.’
In the past, he wouldn’t have dared even meet his gaze.
To the Wonyeonggi Cultivator, the Yeonheo-gi Cultivator was beneath even a worm.
‘But things are different now.’
When I took that direct hit just moments ago, I understood precisely how much power coursed through my body.
‘I took Susa’s spatial law head-on and came away unscathed!’
To be honest, it didn’t even tickle.
Despite taking a direct hit from Susa’s spatial law itself.
Senior had said that even those at the Yeonheo-gi realm could face it head-on.
It was true.
‘Then what about cultivation techniques?’
Strange cultivation methods that weren’t my own were stored in my mind.
Quite detailed usage instructions and their power levels were recorded there—techniques I had never seen before.
‘Let me just trust and use them.’
Besides, my opponent was completely and openly careless.
Probably wanting to show off to the Junior Guards watching from above, he was being recklessly arrogant.
That fatal mistake would hasten his death.
While Woo Ki-cheon steadied his resolve, Ilhyang’s mind was equally busy.
‘I need to end this in one strike if possible.’
Woo Ki-cheon could manage the Jiangshi’s overwhelming physical abilities well enough.
But cultivation techniques.
Magic, in other words—even if I’d programmed it into his mind, he almost certainly couldn’t use it with familiarity.
‘If I’d made him practice beforehand, his ego would have swelled even more, so that wasn’t an option either.’
So all Ilhyang aimed for was crushing the enemy physically in a single instant.
Fortunately, the enemy was so openly careless that success seemed far from impossible.
Ilhyang breathed carefully and deliberately.
Casting with his own hands, he wove mana threads with meticulous precision.
The Cheong-un Merchant watching this tilted his head in confusion.
“Are there still sects using hand seals these days?”
How terribly outdated.
The Cheong-un Merchant was about to continue when he saw a dense, spiderweb-like aura rapidly engulfing him, and he tilted his head in confusion once more.
“What is… this?”
A strange aura he’d never seen before.
Feeling uneasy, he assumed it was a curse-type technique and gathered his will to strike it down.
Astonishingly, the moment his will touched the spiderweb, it dissolved and vanished.
‘What?!’
While the Cheong-un Merchant flinched without composure, his eyes widening.
He was perfectly ensnared by the rapidly descending spiderweb.
And then the Jiangshi, who had been crouching silently until now, licked its violet tongue and moved like lightning.

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