Chapter 35
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: The Arrival of a New Dragon
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The demonic practitioners have two main headquarters.
The Heavenly Demon Divine Cult and the Blood Cult.
Many think the Demonic Cult and the Blood Cult are cut from the same cloth, but they are not.
The two groups were completely different.
From their core ideologies and nature to the properties of the demonic arts they used.
The demonic arts of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult pursue the supremacy of the strong.
Fear, intimidation, and despair.
These are the qualities felt from the Demonic Cult's arts.
The demonic arts of the Blood Cult were different.
Wicked strangeness.
This was the common characteristic of the Blood Cult's demonic arts.
A wicked, blood-red demonic energy was flowing from Seo Eun's body.
Young Master Seo Eun?! What is the meaning of this?! You've learned the demonic arts of the Blood Cult?!
Kekeke, shut up. No matter how hard I tried, Father never acknowledged me. The one he truly cherished was my profligate brother, while I was just a pawn to support him. I merely made my father pay for his sins.
Cheong Song's face hardened.
No matter your grievances, how could you defy the natural order? The heavens will not forgive you.
Just the kind of nonsense I'd expect from a priest. You'd be better off worrying about your own neck.
Seo Eun raised his hand.
This is for the best. I'll kill all of you here, take the Seo family's fortune, and return to the Blood Cult's main headquarters.
Nonsense! You're the one who should prepare to pay for your sins! Everyone, draw your swords!
Yes, Eldest Brother!!
Fwaaat!
Sword energy blossomed from Cheong Song's blade.
It wasn't fully formed sword energy, but it showed that Cheong Song was nearing the Peak level.
The other disciples of Mount Hua also drew their swords.
Their swords were imbued with ki.
Although they couldn't manifest their ki as sword energy, they were at the stage of Body Ki, where they could sharpen their blades or reinforce their bodies with ki.
This meant the rest of the disciples were all first-rate masters.
A formidable force, as expected of the Nine Sects, One Alliance.
However.
Kekeke, quite impressive, but it's useless. My fellow believers, come forth!
Ssk.
Others appeared.
They were members of the Seo family household, and a blood-red demonic energy swirled in their eyes.
The forces of the Blood Cult had already infiltrated the Seo family estate!
Damn. This fight is looking more ominous than auspicious.
The number of newly appeared demonic practitioners was seven.
The number itself was manageable.
Since most of them were not high-level.
At best, they were second-rate cannon fodder.
The disciples of Mount Hua could easily overwhelm them.
The problem was the small-statured demonic practitioner standing in the center.
Unlike the other demonic practitioners disguised as household members, this one wore a blood-red robe.
Peak level! An emissary of the Blood Cult!
Cheong Song's face grew pale.
If the opposing side had a Peak-level master, victory was impossible.
The gap between the Peak realm and the levels below it was that vast.
There's no chance of winning. What should I do?
Just then, a voice jolted Cheong Song back to his senses.
Daoist Cheong Song. I'll lend a hand as well.
Little Brother Wi Ji-cheon? But?
I've also learned my family's swordsmanship. I know my skills are humble, but I want to help in any way I can.
Cheong Song looked ashamed.
This young doctor brother is burning with fighting spirit, yet the Eldest Disciple of Mount Hua is scared before the fight even begins. Shame on you, Cheong Song!
And there was another person who could be of significant help.
Great Warrior Jang Sam here will also lend his strength. Right?
Th-that's right, Young Master.
Dammit. Why do I have to fight a Peak-level demonic practitioner?!
But what could he do?
If he was told to roll, he'd roll. If told to fight, he'd fight.
Jang Sam wasn't too worried, though.
Blood Cult, my ass. If that demon steps in, he could probably subdue them all with a single finger.
Peak level?
Hmph.
It was laughable compared to Wi Ji-cheon. That demon was on a completely different level.
However.
-I'm only going to pretend to fight this time, so you're on your own.
-What?
-The martial artists of Mount Hua are watching. You expect me to fight while leaking streams of demonic energy?
-Th-then how am I supposed to handle that guy?
-That's for you to figure out. When you're knocking about in the martial world, you'll face enemies stronger than you more than once or twice.
I'd rather kneel to someone stronger than me than fight them! You damn bastard!
He screamed internally, but it was already too late.
The fight began.
Friend Jang Sam, please join me in facing that demonic leader! My junior brothers will handle the rest of the small fry!
Who are you calling friend?!
Jang Sam, on the verge of tears, joined forces with Cheong Song, and the battle split into two fronts.
The fight between the Blood Cult emissary and the Jang Sam-Cheong Song alliance.
The fight between the remaining lackeys and the Mount Hua disciples.
On both fronts, their side was at a disadvantage.
Jang Sam and Cheong Song were being helplessly pushed back by the Blood Cult emissary, while the Mount Hua disciples were outnumbered.
I have to eliminate that demonic leader quickly and help my junior brothers!
But it was an impossible task.
In fact, they were on the verge of being defeated.
Just then,
Daoist Cheong Song! Upper right!
!!
At Wi Ji-cheon's urgent shout, he instinctively twisted his head, and fwaat!
The blood-red demonic energy grazed past Cheong Song's head.
If I had been a split second later, my head would have been blown off.
With no time to offer thanks, the demonic leader's next attack flew at him.
This time, it was a frontal assault.
A terrifying force.
As he, not daring to meet it head-on, raised his sword to deflect it.
Don't deflect it! Meet it head-on!
!!
Cheong Song poured all his internal energy into his sword and slashed directly at the incoming palm strike.
He had intuitively felt that Wi Ji-cheon's advice was correct.
It was the right move.
Fwaat!
The demonic energy from the palm that met his sword swirled wickedly.
Like a snake.
If he had tried to deflect it, he would have been devoured instead.
How did Young Doctor Wi Ji-cheon know that?
Then, Wi Ji-cheon's next piece of advice came.
This time, it was for Jang Sam.
Great Warrior Jang Sam, lower right, Second Kick of the Heaven-Returning Soul Arts!
Of course, an extra word was added for Jang Sam.
-Are you going to keep spacing out? Do you want to die by my hand? How about another round of sparring?
Jang Sam swallowed hard.
As he recalled his sparring sessions with Wi Ji-cheon, he was surprised to find that the terrifying demonic leader no longer seemed scary at all!
Kuaaaargh! I'll kill you!
As if that demonic leader were Wi Ji-cheon.
He swung his leg with all his pent-up malice and resentment.
Pow!
For the first time, a clean hit landed.
You bastard? How dare a lowlife from the underworld?
Jang Sam immediately felt regret under the demonic leader's cold gaze. If Wi Ji-cheon hadn't been behind him, he would have dropped to his knees right away.
Shut up!! Die!!
There was nothing in this world scarier than that demon, Wi Ji-cheon!
He frantically threw a flurry of bloodshot punches and kicks.
His ferocity was enough to make even the Peak-level demonic leader flinch.
Th-this bastard?
I'm here too!!
Swish.
Plum blossoms bloomed from Cheong Song's sword.
It was the Plum Blossom Sword Art, the symbol of Mount Hua.
Hah!! How dare you pups!! Ridiculous!!
Kwaaaang!!
A ferocious aura erupted from the demonic leader's body.
He had raised his demonic arts to their full power.
Gasp. What kind of crazy thing am I doing, fighting a Peak-level demonic leader?
This is dangerous?
Jang Sam's fleeting courage vanished, and Cheong Song also sensed the danger.
At that moment.
Don't back down! Both of you, attack head-on with all your strength!
Head-on?
Cheong Song wore a look of disbelief.
This was definitely not an energy they could face head-on.
However, he had saved his life several times thanks to Wi Ji-cheon's advice, so he decided to trust him again. Besides, there were no other good options.
He gathered all his energy and thrust his sword forward, using his most confident ultimate technique.
Jang Sam did the same.
He unleashed the most powerful move of the Heaven-Returning Soul Arts, the Heavenly Water Kick.
However.
Hmph!! Insolent bastards! Do you take me lightly?!
Keok!!
Kuhk!!
Poooow!!
Cheong Song and Jang Sam's all-out attacks failed to penetrate the demonic leader's energy, and as a price for their overexertion, they suffered a backlash that threw their internal energy into turmoil.
I'll end you right here!!
The demonic leader sent a palm strike at the two, and just as Cheong Song was about to despair.
A completely unexpected scene began to unfold.
Young Doctor Wi Ji-cheon?
Wi Ji-cheon was suddenly at the demonic leader's flank.
It-it's dangerous?!
Wi Ji-cheon's sword moved.
The demonic leader scoffed.
The energy Wi Ji-cheon exuded seemed insignificant at a glance.
However, the moment the sword began to trace its path in earnest, the demonic leader's eyes widened as if they would tear.
It wasn't just the demonic leader.
Everyone's eyes filled with astonishment.
Ahh. This feeling from the sword. It's a familiar sensation.
Wi Ji-cheon smiled faintly, pleased.
The Fiend Demon, Wi Ji-cheon, had been a master of the sword.
He had simply used his fists and feet until now because there hadn't been a reason to draw his sword.
Of course, this didn't mean he could replicate the swordsmanship of his prime right now.
His internal energy and his body were different from back then.
His orthodox martial arts, in particular, were only at a fledgling level.
If I used demonic arts, I could probably display swordsmanship at or above the Peak level.
But it was difficult with orthodox martial arts.
His internal energy was one problem, but the realm of swordsmanship he had reached was entirely through the demonic path. He had to re-establish his enlightenment through the orthodox way.
In other words, the swordsmanship he could display now was far inferior to his past self.
Nevertheless.
It's more than enough to cut down a guy like this.
The Peak realm?
An emissary of the Blood Cult?
To Wi Ji-cheon's eyes, he looked almost cute.
Although he couldn't face him head-on in his current state and had to manipulate Jang Sam and Cheong Song like chess pieces to create the situation he wanted.
Now that he had seized the opportunity, it was over.
!!
The man could be seen hastily retracting the palm strike aimed at Cheong Song and Jang Sam, trying to retreat.
But even that was part of Wi Ji-cheon's plan.
Wi Ji-cheon's sword twisted diagonally.
The man was aghast.
It was an exquisite angle.
Having just used a great deal of energy on Cheong Song and Jang Sam, he couldn't muster his internal energy to defend himself.
He barely managed to twist his body and dodge the sword, but.
Ah.
Wi Ji-cheon's sword flew in again.
Medical Immortal Sword Arts, First Form: Life-Bestowing Falling Leaves.
It was merely a sword art for the self-defense of physicians, but the moment it was performed by Wi Ji-cheon's hand, it became sharper than any Peak-level sword art.
The man realized that all the sword strokes Wi Ji-cheon had just made were for this single move.
It was as if a master of an unfathomable realm was toying with a novice, cornering him.
Leaving him unable to dodge or block.
H-how can such a young brat use such a sublime technique?
And then.
Slice!
Wi Ji-cheon's sword sliced through the demonic leader's neck.
It was a scene that announced the arrival of a new dragon in the martial world.