Became a God-Level M Chapter 216 : White Demon Ghost

Chapter 216: White Demon Ghost

Falling Fla Point Pupil.

It was a mysterious ability passed down through generations among the won of Falling Fla Manor, along with their red hair.

Their crimson pupils could see far more than an ordinary person.

It was thanks to these special eyes that Chae Ok-hyeon, the Supre Manor Master of Falling Fla Manor, could contend in both divine thievery and combat, and why Chae Seo-ryeong could dismantle the formation of the Qinghai Iron Workshop alongside Jin Seong-un.

Chae Seo-ryeong’s pupils gradually turned red.

Under normal circumstances, it would have been proper to conceal that appearance before others.

But thanks to Jin Seong-un, Falling Fla Manor was no longer slandered as descendants of the Demonic Cult. There was no longer any need to hide.

While her crimson eyes slowly scanned Martial Palace’s estate, everyone silently held their breath and watched.

From the walls and rooftops, to the pillars of the halls, down to the stone tiles making up the yard. After thoroughly inspecting every corner, Chae Seo-ryeong sent a voice transmission to Jin Seong-un.

— Seven steps to the right.

Jin Seong-un followed Chae Seo-ryeong’s words and took seven steps to the right.

Her voice followed.

— Five steps forward.

In the stillness, only the sound of Jin Seong-un stepping on the snow covering the yard could be heard.

He continued moving as per the voice transmission for quite so ti.

At last, the awaited words ca.

— That’s it. The core of the formation.

— Thank you.

Jin Seong-un nodded once in gratitude.

He had pinpointed the exact location of the formation within Martial Palace.

Only one task remained.

Jin Seong-un drew his straight saber and took his stance.

The unnad sword technique of the rchant King was said to be able to cut through anything.

If it were invisible, perhaps not, but now that he had the location, there was no reason he couldn’t slice through it.

Qi gathered at the tip of Jin Seong-un’s toes, and soon the air around him stiffened like a drawn bowstring.

At the mont his foot gently pushed off the ground—

PAAANG—!

With a thunderous boom, Jin Seong-un dashed forward. His straight saber extended toward a single point.

An inch. There was no need to cut more than that. After all, formations were like ticulously stacked iron towers—cutting the pillar that bore the most weight, the core, would bring the whole thing down.

Jin Seong-un’s saber sliced through empty air. Though it seed like just vacant space, he felt resistance through his fingertips—as if sothing had indeed been severed.

“…….”

A hush followed.

None could imdiately understand Jin Seong-un’s actions. Yet, everyone’s gaze was fixed on the sa spot.

Right beneath Jin Seong-un’s feet.

The formation quietly collapsed, and the flow of qi, which had been obstructed, began to be sensed by the martial artists’ senses.

There was a space beneath.

Without a hint of hesitation, Jin Seong-un stepped down with True Advance.

The once-solid stone floor crumbled effortlessly.

Jin Seong-un and the nearby onlookers jumped back to create distance.

As the thick dust settled, a staircase appeared beneath the destroyed floor. At the end of the long stairs sat a small door.

Silence fell over the area.

The aura from beyond the door was far from light.

Hyeon-un turned to Ha Cheong-a and asked,

“What lies beyond there?”

“…….”

Ha Cheong-a said nothing.

Even she, who maintained composure in every situation, was clearly struggling to contain her emotions this ti.

“Seong-un, step aside.”

Hyeon-un, having drawn his Taiji Sword, descended the steps with heavy strides. Though Jin Seong-un was strong, Hyeon-un had no intention of sending such a distant junior ahead.

As soon as Hyeon-un reached the seemingly ordinary door, a fierce aura surged from within, and he swung his sword urgently.

CLAAAANG—!

A trendous wave of cold air burst forth, tearing the door apart like paper.

Even later-generation prodigies who had reached the peak could not withstand that aura and were helplessly pushed back.

Only Jin Seong-un charged forward, cutting through the cold air.

Thanks to Jin Seong-un’s support, Hyeon-un, who had been at the center of the explosion, was able to respond more smoothly and retreat.

Even from a montary clash with that force, both n’s swords were now thickly coated in white frost.

Jin Seong-un and Hyeon-un roused their qi and shook off the ice fragnts.

The snowstorm covering the stairs stirred with the wind, then gradually settled.

At last, an elderly man walked up the stairs with a calm deanor.

Everyone held their breath and watched him.

Under the sunlight, the old man’s skin appeared so pale and translucent it was almost ghostly.

As he leisurely glanced around the hall, his eyes landed on Hyeon-un.

“A Taiji Sword, is it? Not the Wudang Sword Immortal, I presu… So you must be the White Cloud Sword.”

Though he had identified his opponent as the White Cloud Sword, not even a trace of tension showed on his face.

It was a clear sign of how confident he was in his own martial prowess.

Hyeon-un also guessed the man’s identity.

“An elder of Hanma Heaven, perhaps.”

He already knew the faces of the Seven Demon Heavens’ clan leaders. The Murim Alliance regularly distributed portraits of their appearances.

As this was their first eting, he couldn't be a clan head. And given his martial strength was by no ans inferior, he was likely an elder of Hanma Heaven.

Just as Hyeon-un reached that conclusion, the old man gave a strange smile and said,

“Han Seo-pung.”

No other title was necessary.

Just uttering those three syllables caused the hall’s air to freeze.

Han Seo-pung, Grand Elder of Hanma Heaven.

In the Central Plains, he was more widely known by another title—White Demon Ghost (白魔鬼).

He was infamous for having killed three elders of the Kunlun Sect and fleeing when he was barely thirty.

The Kunlun Sect Taoists present at the ti claid he looked like a ghost in white, hence the Central Plains gave him that na.

Decades had passed since then.

No one could easily predict the level his martial prowess had now reached.

‘This isn’t good.’

Hyeon-un, rarely grim-faced, gripped his Taiji Sword tightly. Had it been a one-on-one death match, his heart wouldn’t feel this heavy. But here stood the future of the Orthodox Faction—the young talents of Baekdo.

Han Seo-pung watched Hyeon-un for a while before shifting his gaze to examine the others.

“As rumored, the future of the Righteous Sect looks bright. Truly a sha.”

The later-generation prodigies of Baekdo, led by the Five Dragons and Three Phoenixes, were receiving excellent evaluations. So even said it was the most talent-rich generation in history.

Han Seo-pung looked from Seomun Ak, Baek Sang, Hwa Myeong, Tang So-yeon, and finally to Neung Sogae and Seung-ryong, nodding repeatedly.

They were in no way inferior to the youths of Shin-gyo’s Seven Demon Heavens.

Suddenly, Han Seo-pung’s gaze landed on Seo Yu-gyeom. His expression slightly stiffened.

“Hmph…”

To think he had already reached Peak Master Level at such a young age.

Even Han Seo-pung, who had seen and experienced all manner of bizarre phenona in the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult over the decades, let out a hollow chuckle.

There was sothing else that set him apart from ordinary peak-level masters. The killing intent and sharpness he exuded were anything but ordinary.

“If the Lord of Fist Demon Heaven or the King of Assassins had seen you, they would surely have taken you as their disciple. Such talent appearing in the Central Plains—it’s a waste.”

Mistaking Seo Yu-gyeom as a later-generation prodigy of the Righteous Sect, Han Seo-pung spoke with clear regret.

At the ntion of the King of Assassins, the master of Deathshroud, Seo Yu-gyeom inwardly sighed in relief.

It ant his martial arts and nature had been completely laid bare before the man.

Han Seo-pung, who had been gazing at Seo Yu-gyeom with regretful eyes, then turned to Jin Seong-un.

His expression imdiately hardened.

Without saying a word, he simply glared at Jin Seong-un. The pressure of his overwhelming presence silenced the surroundings—none dared to speak first.

How much ti passed like that?

“Have you ever considered joining the Divine Cult?”

His sudden offer left everyone shocked.

Especially Hyeon-un, who had thought that one day he would surely bring Jin Seong-un into the Wudang Sect. His expression turned icy.

Jin Seong-un replied casually.

“No.”

“I’ll give you the treatnt you deserve.”

He didn’t list out the terms in detail.

But if soone of Han Seo-pung’s stature—Grand Elder of Hanma Heaven—said such a thing, then Jin Seong-un’s status within the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult would beco unshakable.

Jin Seong-un nodded slightly and replied,

“Would you make

Heavenly Demon then?”

“Haha. Shall I take that as your refusal?”

“You heard right.”

Han Seo-pung chuckled, a mix of pity and absurdity in his voice.

At last, he said,

“Then die.”

Even before he finished speaking, Han Seo-pung was already right in front of Jin Seong-un. His deathly white hand struck forward, aiming for Jin Seong-un’s heart.

CLANG—!

A refined blade intercepted the demonic hand. Han Seo-pung turned his head to see whose sword it was.

“So the reputation of the White Cloud Sword isn’t all exaggeration.”

“Then prove the infamy of the White Demon Ghost as well.”

With those words, Hyeon-un swung his Taiji Sword.

Han Seo-pung blocked it with ease and widened the distance.

Then Hyeon-un quietly said to Jin Seong-un, who was standing behind him,

“I’ll handle him. You take care of the other children.”

Jin Seong-un nodded.

The two had already sensed beyond the walls of the estate, aware that the martial power of the approaching demonic practitioners was far from negligible.

Han Seo-pung, taking his ti, savored the lingering essence of the Taiji Sword Art and spoke.

“My disciple.”

“…!”

Everyone looked puzzled as Han Seo-pung suddenly called for a disciple. anwhile, Ha Cheong-a felt her heart drop.

When no reply ca, Han Seo-pung’s energy grew rough. A white snowstorm began to swirl at his feet.

“Was your loyalty false? If so, I’ll snap your delicate neck first. Do you think I, like those of the Central Plains, would be swayed by gold?”

At the ntion of gold, all eyes naturally turned to Ha Cheong-a.

Ha Cheong-a cursed inwardly.

The reason he brought up the master-disciple relationship in front of so many Righteous Sect martial artists was obvious.

‘That cunning old man…!’

He was testing her.

Their alliance with the Demonic Cult had been one of mutual necessity. There had never been a test of trust between the two sides—until now.

And the mont had co.

Ha Cheong-a had no other choice.

“…That was not my intent, Master.”

The hall stirred.

Han Seo-pung, gazing at the slightly bowed Ha Cheong-a, narrowed his eyes and spoke.

“Then prove it.”

“…”

Ha Cheong-a tightly shut her eyes.

The ti had suddenly co to play a card she never intended to reveal.

If she tried to hide her identity, she would incur Han Seo-pung’s wrath and die. The martial artists of the Righteous Sect had neither the reason nor the ability to stop him.

If she admitted it, the world would learn of the alliance between Myriad Gold Manor and the Demonic Cult. But if Han Seo-pung killed everyone here, the secret would be buried.

Her hesitation was brief—she acted imdiately.

Ha Cheong-a roused her inner force. Her hand began to turn white.

The aning of this sight was unmistakable.

Bare-Handed Demonic Art, the most famous hand technique in the world. A demonic art said to be practiced by Northern Sea Ice Palace and parts of the Demonic Cult.

By revealing this, Ha Cheong-a exposed herself as a disciple of Hanma Heaven.

Seeing that she chose decisively without wavering, Han Seo-pung finally looked satisfied and said,

“Do not worry, my disciple. All of them will die here.”

Just then, demonic practitioners appeared atop the estate walls. Like Han Seo-pung, their skin was white and translucent. The chilling killing intent they exuded tightened the air within the hall.

The later-generation prodigies of the Orthodox Faction flinched. Even Seomun Ak, who had been looking forward to fighting demonic practitioners, began to tense up under their oppressive presence.

The Demonic Qi (魔氣) these practitioners emitted carried a sinister nature. It stirred unease in the hearts of those who faced it and stiffened their bodies.

“Hanma Captain.”

“Yes, Grand Elder.”

Hanma Captain, the commander of the elite force Hanma Corps from Hanma Heaven, bowed deeply to Han Seo-pung.

His words followed.

“Make sure not a single one leaves this place alive.”

“By your command.”

And with that, the Demonic Qi unleashed by the entirety of the Hanma Corps began to weigh heavily on the martial artists of the Orthodox Faction.