Chronicles of the Demonic Cult Conversion Chapter 79
Jin Cheon, who had thrown himself into the battlefield, ran at a terrifying speed.
The sorceries of the Qingcheng and Moshan Sect sorcerers poured down on him.
‘Where do you think you’re going.’
Jin Cheon did not dodge the incoming fireballs.
Sseueu!
The nine-headed dragon crest embroidered on the Nine-headed Dragon Robe emitted a bright light.
Chwararak!
As the Nine-headed Dragon Robe unfolded and swept across the front, the enemies' sorceries vanished like a mirage.
The number one dharma treasure in the world, the Nine-headed Dragon Robe, was imbued with the power to seal or nullify sorcery.
“You brat!”
A middle-aged Taoist wearing a robe with azure clouds and red mist embroidered on the sleeves swung his sword at Jin Cheon.
The brilliant sword techniques of the Qingcheng Sect's supreme art, the Seventy-Two Wave Sword, unfolded.
Psik. A sneer appeared on Jin Cheon’s lips.
He might not know the Qingcheng Sect’s divine and supreme art, the Azure Cloud Red Mist Sword Art, but the Seventy-Two Wave Sword was a familiar martial art.
Not only had he witnessed it during his time studying at the Heavenly Martial Academy, but he had also fought against it several times.
That wasn't all.
The Seventy-Two Wave Sword was a martial art he had also handled during his demonic art research in the Demonic Prison, so it was bound to be quite familiar to Jin Cheon.
Jin Cheon had completely mastered not only the basic forms of the Seventy-Two Wave Sword but also its detailed variations.
For such a Jin Cheon, using the Seventy-Two Wave Sword against him was, strictly speaking, an act of suicide.
‘Left.’
Jin Cheon, who had momentarily twisted his body, threw a punch towards the enemy’s, that is, the Qingcheng Sect Taoist’s, left chest.
Kwajik!
The Heavenly Demon Fighting Soul Martial Art’s Heaven-Breaking Fist pierced through the Qingcheng Sect Taoist’s left chest and came out his back.
The destructive power was so immense that it didn't just strike the enemy but completely penetrated him.
“Heoeok!”
A sound like air escaping came from the Qingcheng Sect Taoist’s mouth.
Suuk. Jin Cheon pulled his hand out of his chest.
Then the Qingcheng Sect Taoist collapsed and never got up again.
Instant death.
Not only was the Seventy-Two Wave Sword broken in a single exchange, but he also suffered a fatal wound and passed away.
“S-Senior Brother!”
“Junior Uncle!”
Screams of astonishment erupted from the mouths of the Qingcheng Sect Taoists.
It was clear that they had never expected him to die so futilely.
“You brat! We will never forgive you!”
“Die!”
The Qingcheng Sect Taoists shouted and rushed towards Jin Cheon all at once.
“Yes, that’s right. That’s what makes it worth killing you.”
Jin Cheon smiled.
Killing an opponent who didn't resist would be an unpleasant task, but if they came at him so fiercely, the story would be different.
Kwang, kwaang!
The Heavenly Demon Fighting Soul Martial Art’s Heavenly Thunderclap Palm literally ‘pulverized’ the attacking Qingcheng Sect Taoists.
It broke the swords imbued with sword qi, tore the flesh, and shattered the bones.
It was not a contest of martial arts, but a massacre, nothing more and nothing less.
It was the one-sided slaughter of the weak by the strong.
Thus, in the blink of an eye, three Qingcheng Taoists became cold corpses.
In a state that was completely crushed and shattered, a truly gruesome sight…….
“A-a demon!”
“A monster……!”
The Qingcheng Sect Taoists, terrified by Jin Cheon’s martial prowess, no longer dared to attack.
The cruelty of Jin Cheon, who had intentionally deployed his lethal techniques, was so merciless that it made his enemies lose their will to fight.
“You brat! How can a young demon be so cruel!”
An old man stepped forward and shouted at Jin Cheon.
***
The old man, too, seemed to be from the Qingcheng Sect, as he wore a robe embroidered with azure clouds and red mist.
‘He’s considerable.’
Jin Cheon recognized at a glance that the old man was a considerable master.
The immortal energy he felt at a glance was substantial, so he was clearly someone who had reached a considerable realm through long years of steady training.
“Cruel… is that something you lot, who tried to destroy the Divine Spirit Tree and bring a great disaster upon our cult, should say?”
“We merely seek to exterminate evil.”
“Who is evil? Do you think only demons who practice demonic arts live in the Divine Land? The vast majority are ordinary commoners.”
“That’s sophistry! Aren’t even those ordinary commoners demons who revere the Demonic Cult! If left alive, they will only sympathize with the Demonic Cult and bring chaos to the world!”
“So you tried to kill them all?”
“To completely exterminate evil, isn’t a small sacrifice unavoidable?”
“Good grief.”
Jin Cheon shook his head as if fed up.
He was truly sick of it.
The Righteous Heavenly Alliance… the majority of those belonging to the so-called Righteous Sects spoke and acted like the old man.
They disguised themselves plausibly as if they were for a great cause, but in the end, they were always spouting sophistry to justify their actions.
Jin Cheon, who had been tricked by the schemes of these Righteous Sect members more than once, wasn't even angry.
Now, he just laughed it off, thinking that’s just how they are.
“Let me ask you one thing. What is your relationship with the Great Divine Physician of Immortals?”
“How dare you ask about Senior Uncle Cheong-ryeong!”
Since he called him senior uncle, the old man seemed to be a disciple of the Great Divine Physician of Immortals' junior brother.
“I can ask, can't I? I have many more questions… but I'll ask those later.”
Jin Cheon threw himself at the old man.
“Brat!”
A blue powerful qi soared from the old man’s sword.
The Qingcheng Sect’s divine and supreme art, the Azure Cloud Red Mist Sword Art, was a combination of the Azure Cloud Sword Art and the Red Mist Sword Art, a difficult martial art that only one person in a generation might master.
Therefore, it was common for most of the direct disciples of the Qingcheng Sect to learn only one of the two, the Azure Cloud Sword Art or the Red Mist Sword Art, whichever suited them.
The old man, too, following this tradition of the Qingcheng Sect, had clearly spent his entire life mastering only the Azure Cloud Sword Art.
‘Not a chance.’
A bitter smile appeared on Jin Cheon’s lips.
It was impossible to stand against the Heavenly Demon Divine Qi with only the Azure Cloud Sword Art.
Even if one succeeded in uniting the azure cloud and red mist and mastered the Azure Cloud Red Mist Sword Art, it could not compare to the Heavenly Demon Divine Qi, so with only the Azure Cloud Sword Art, the result was obvious.
Hwareuk, hwareureuk!
Black flames soared from both of Jin Cheon’s hands.
The materialized black powerful qi undulated like flames, its intimidating presence truly terrifying.
Extinction Kalpa Flame Seal.
It was the flame of hell that incinerated all things.
Kang, kagang!
Jin Cheon’s hands, clad in black flames, easily parried the old man’s sword, which was imbued with powerful qi.
He had parried a sword clad in powerful qi with his bare hands.
Kwang, kwaang!
Jin Cheon and the old man’s sword repeatedly clashed, and a loud noise echoed, and sparks flew.
But that, too, was brief.
“W-what is this!”
The old man was startled to see his sword.
The sword, which had been emitting a sharp blue edge, was now tinged with ash as if corroded, and was crumbling in places.
Puseuk, puseuseuk!
Soon, the old man’s sword turned to ash and scattered.
Even though it was clad in powerful qi, it could not withstand the flames of the Extinction Kalpa Flame Seal and was destroyed.
“How can a young demon’s inner qi be so exquisite……!”
However, the old man had no time to be surprised.
Jin Cheon, who had closed the distance with the old man in an instant, began to unleash a barrage of fist and foot techniques.
“Keuk!”
The old man hastily tried to respond with the Qingcheng supreme technique, the Wind Thunder Palm, but it was not enough.
Kwajik!
Jin Cheon’s two hands grabbed the old man’s wrists.
“As of today, you will never wield a sword again.”
“……!”
“So, you won’t need your arms anymore.”
As soon as Jin Cheon’s words ended, the flames of the Extinction Kalpa Flame Seal coiled around the old man’s wrists like a snake.
A horrifying sight followed.
Puseuk, puseuseuk!
The old man’s arms crumbled, and their remnants scattered as ash.
“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!”
A desperate scream erupted from the old man’s mouth.
The pain of having one’s arms burned away while alive was indescribable, so he couldn't help but let out a scream.
“Junior Uncle!”
“Elder!”
The Qingcheng Sect Taoists rushed to help the old man, but Jin Cheon was not alone.
“Where do you think you’re going.”
The Blood Qilin threw himself forward like lightning and tore the Qingcheng Sect Taoist at the very front to shreds.
In the blink of an eye, he had torn a person into hundreds of pieces.
“Freeze.”
The Blood Qilin pressed the Qingcheng Sect Taoists with a chilling smile.
“My junior brother has business with that long-nosed old man, where do you vermin think you’re interfering.”
“……!”
The sight of the Blood Qilin, covered in blood and smiling madly, was truly chilling.
It was so much so that the Qingcheng Sect Taoists froze on the spot, unable to move.
“Now, now, I’ll tear you all up nicely. Let’s all become pieces of meat together. Haha!”
The Blood Qilin rushed towards the Qingcheng Sect Taoists.
The scene that unfolded next was a tragic spectacle that was hard to watch with open eyes.
“Ugh, uwaaaak!”
“Uwaaaaaak!”
Desperate screams erupted from the mouths of the Qingcheng Sect Taoists.
The pain of being torn to shreds while alive and the accompanying fear were something one could not even dare to imagine without experiencing it.
“Do you like it that much? You’re beside yourselves, aren’t you? Hahaha!”
The Blood Qilin, who had revealed his suppressed killing intent and madness, was worthy of being called a Blood Demon.
Even though he usually acted like a child, the Blood Qilin was a demon who could tear a person to pieces without batting an eye if things went wrong.
***
Jin Cheon did not kill the old man.
He merely burned off his two arms with the Extinction Kalpa Flame Seal, turning him into a limbless cripple.
“Kill me!”
The old man shouted in a fit of rage.
“Even if you are a demon, how can you insult a martial artist like this! Keuk!”
“Who is a martial artist?”
Jin Cheon sneered.
“Sorry, but I don’t see you as a martial artist.”
“You braaat……!”
“If it were up to me, I’d kill you, but I have a lot to ask, so even if you want to die, hold on for a bit. You’ll end up dead eventually.”
The reason Jin Cheon did not kill the old man was to extract information.
He needed to find out how the Righteous Heavenly Alliance had learned about the existence of the Divine Spirit Tree, so the old man needed to be kept alive.
Of course, it wouldn't matter if he killed a hundred or a thousand small fries who knew nothing.
‘Is it going to end like this?’
Jin Cheon took his eyes off the old man and scanned the battlefield.
The battle was unfolding with the overwhelming advantage of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
At this rate, the battle would soon end in victory for the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
However…….
“Be careful! The cultivators are coming!”
The Fox Immortal of the Sea of Trees' voice pierced Jin Cheon’s ears.
Her warning that the beings who wanted to be freed from the Sea of Trees would help the Righteous Heavenly Alliance had finally come true.
Jin Cheon did not panic.
‘The real fight starts now.’
He had been prepared for a fight with the cultivators from the moment he came to the Divine Spirit Tree.
Since he had come knowing it was virtually a trap, Jin Cheon calmly waited for the enemies to approach.
Soon, from all directions, beings whose identities were completely unknown began to appear one by one.
A giant spider with a human face, a woman with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake, a small child who would not look out of place as a three-foot-tall toddler, and so on…….
All sorts of demonic beasts, spiritual beasts, Taoists, and countless other cultivators had swarmed in at once.
The Ghost King of the Sea of Trees walked out from among the cultivators and sneered at Jin Cheon.
“It’s been a while. Has it been about two days?”
The Ghost King of the Sea of Trees looked extremely confident, unlike when he had fled from the Black Bamboo Forest.
It was only natural, as he was with like-minded cultivators, giving him an overwhelming advantage in terms of military strength.