The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106.
Hyeol Do was a master from a hundred years past who had wandered the Murim, wielding a crimson-stained blade to command the Seomseong region.
In his final years, he secluded himself on Buljeongsan and quietly passed away, but it was Wang Jeong who discovered his secret techniques.
“Wang Jeong has claimed Buljeongsan as his territory and preys upon those passing through the region. As a result, the cost of transporting goods through the Buljeongsan area has doubled.”
“That’s peculiar. At that level, the Orthodox Sects would never have tolerated such behavior.”
“There are two reasons. First, Buljeongsan has treacherous terrain, and the location of his stronghold remains unknown.”
Dam Yoo Yeon explained calmly.
“The second reason is that what Wang Jeong does is essentially banditry. To eliminate a master living in the mountains who commits such acts would damage the reputation of the Orthodox Sect leaders.”
She drew a deep breath and continued.
“Ultimately, the Merchant Guilds throughout Seomseong pooled their resources and submitted a request to the Wanderer Market. After all, wanderers handle such matters quite effectively.”
“It still hasn’t been resolved?”
As Bu Eunseol pressed for details, Dam Yoo Yeon smiled brightly.
“Wang Jeong is a cunning man. He never appears when notable masters or groups of martial artists pass through.”
“So he avoids revealing himself when his opponent appears stronger.”
“Precisely. That’s why this task is perfectly suited for you, whose name is unknown to the world.”
“The future assignments you’ll receive will likely be similar in nature.”
“You possess not only exceptional martial skill but also keen intellect.”
Dam Yoo Yeon’s eyes sparkled like sunlight dancing on a lake’s surface.
“I look forward to your future contributions to our organization.”
“Understood.”
As Bu Eunseol left, the smile faded from Dam Yoo Yeon’s face, and her eyes transformed. They held the gleam of someone who had just made a resolute decision.
“Eunseol…”
She spoke in a low voice, her lips pressed together.
“I will ensure you never have to face Jeong Cheon in combat.”
Heuk Pyo, who had followed Bu Eunseol out of Jeok Cheon Mak Ji, spoke with a dissatisfied expression.
“Young Master.”
“Speak.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to use the Guusal Unit branch through which you gather intelligence to search for stronger opponents?”
“What do you mean?”
Heuk Pyo, avoiding Bu Eunseol’s gaze, scratched his nose.
“It’s because I don’t trust that Su Gyeong Jeon master.”
“Why is that?”
“Wang Jeong may be unknown in the Murim, but he’s a formidable master well-known among wanderers.”
When Bu Eunseol remained silent, Heuk Pyo pouted.
“Yet that Su Gyeong Jeon master gave strange reasons, making it seem as though Wang Jeong cunningly avoided stronger opponents.”
“Is that not the case?”
“No. He has extensive experience in the Gangho and possesses truly remarkable martial techniques.”
Heuk Pyo wrinkled his nose as he spoke.
“If we were truly novice wanderers, we would have departed for Buljeongsan without knowing these facts.”
“Hehehehe. If I frighten you away, who will take on the work?”
“At the Wanderer Market, accurate information is life itself. It’s a matter that involves the lives of wanderers.”
Heuk Pyo’s brow furrowed deeply with displeasure.
“The Wanderer Market takes thirty percent of the reward precisely because information fees are included. Yet this Su Gyeong Jeon person has cunningly concealed information.”
Heuk Pyo seemed thoroughly disgruntled.
Bu Eunseol recalled the emotion that had flickered across Dam Yoo Yeon’s eyes for a brief moment, then murmured in a low voice.
“There’s no helping it. They must want me dead.”
“Pardon?”
“Never mind.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly with an indifferent expression.
“Let’s depart now.”
Bu Eunseol and Heuk Pyo unleashed a movement technique swift as a gale wind, rushing toward Buljeongsan in a single breath.
By the time the sun reached its zenith, the two had arrived at a village near Buljeongsan.
Bu Eunseol entered the village, rented a carriage, and purchased clothes worn by merchant guild members—a precaution in case Wang Jeong did not appear.
Clatter-clatter.
The carriage driven by Heuk Pyo traveled along a mountain path. Both the carriage and the horse were old, making their pace slow.
As the sun began to set and the carriage passed through a mountain pass,
Whoosh!
A white figure appeared from the void with a sharp cutting sound and landed before the carriage.
“Whoa, whoa.”
Heuk Pyo, who had stopped the carriage and calmed the frightened horses, heard Bu Eunseol ask from inside the carriage.
“What is it?”
“Someone is blocking the road.”
The figure that had appeared was a man dressed in white robes.
What was distinctive was that he wore a white mask, and his frame was not particularly large. Yet the eyes visible above the mask were remarkably beautiful and clear, giving him the appearance of someone virtuous rather than wicked.
“You cannot pass through here.”
The masked swordsman, who had been regarding Heuk Pyo with a piercing gaze, spoke in a cold voice.
“Turn back.”
“Pardon?”
The Masked Swordsman frowned upon seeing Heuk Pyo, who was dressed like a servant of a wealthy household.
“This mountain pass of Buljeongsan is a place where vicious villains roam. So turn around and go back.”
“Ah.”
Only then did Heuk Pyo grasp the situation and scratched his head.
“It’s fine. Our young master has also received martial arts instruction from a renowned master, so mere bandits…”
“These are not ordinary bandits.”
The Masked Swordsman glanced at Heuk Pyo and the carriage with an arrogant gaze, then spoke in a solemn and cold voice.
“If you wish to preserve your lives, turn back.”
Tap!
With those words, the Masked Swordsman unleashed his movement technique and vanished in an instant.
“….”
Heuk Pyo, who had been staring blankly at his departure, spoke in a troubled voice.
“Young Master, it seems that masked swordsman is also heading out to capture Wang Jeong?”
The Masked Swordsman’s movement technique, growing distant, was as swift and nimble as a swallow skimming water.
“Judging by his attire and movement technique, he doesn’t appear to be a wanderer—he seems to be from one of the Orthodox Sects.”
“Pay it no mind.”
Bu Eunseol spoke softly from within the carriage.
“He will never capture Wang Jeong.”
“Is that so? He appears to possess considerable martial prowess.”
“If Wang Jeong could be captured by martial skill alone, he would have been buried in this place long ago.”
Bu Eunseol’s voice carried absolute conviction.
“Don’t concern yourself with it. Just continue on our way.”
How much time had passed?
As the carriage ventured deep into the mountains, Bu Eunseol spoke curtly.
“Wait. Stop the carriage.”
“Yes? Yes.”
As Heuk Pyo hastily brought the carriage to a halt, Bu Eunseol opened the door and descended slowly.
Then, with eyes closed, I began listening intently to the surroundings.
‘The Young Master must have heard something.’
Heuk Pyo also perked up his ears, but heard nothing beyond the rustling of leaves stirred by the wind.
After standing in silence for some time, Bu Eunseol tilted his head curiously, then suddenly unleashed a punch toward a massive ancient tree visible beyond the undergrowth.
Boom!
As the low vibration rippled outward in all directions, his eyes snapped open.
“There it is.”
He immediately deployed his movement technique, ascending toward a pair of cliffs visible in the distance.
“Young Master.”
Heuk Pyo likewise deployed his movement technique and began following Bu Eunseol.
Whoosh.
As Heuk Pyo rapidly advanced through the undergrowth with his movement technique, he finally discovered Bu Eunseol crouched at a vantage point overlooking the Gorge.
Standing cautiously beside him, Heuk Pyo’s eyes widened.
‘Who are they?’
Below the Gorge, the Masked Swordsman was engaged in combat with roughly twenty armed men.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The weapons wielded by the men were broad sabers—the cheapest variety sold at the Blacksmith Shop—yet their skill was far from ordinary.
‘They must be Wang Jeong’s subordinates.’
The twenty martial artists appeared to have been trained by Wang Jeong; their transitions between offense and defense were swift, and their techniques possessed discipline.
Moreover, they seemed to be employing a formation, with twenty blades alternately targeting the Masked Swordsman’s vital points.
In terms of skill alone, they were no inferior to the martial artists of any major sect.
“For bandits, they’re quite impressive.”
The Masked Swordsman, hands clasped behind his back, leisurely evaded the blades of the martial artists and muttered softly.
“But their inner energy is far too lacking.”
As he spun and dodged the swords, he clicked his tongue in displeasure.
“Perhaps he never received the transmission of the divine cultivation method.”
A soft metallic ring.
The Masked Swordsman drew the precious sword from his waist.
The blade possessed a most distinctive form—its width was narrow, and the entire surface gleamed with a faint golden hue.
Heuk Pyo’s eyes sparkled upon witnessing it.
‘A master of the Nangung Family!’
What the Masked Swordsman had drawn was the Golden Needle Sword, wielded by the masters of the Nangung Family.
Heuk Pyo, crouched low, whispered to Bu Eunseol.
“Young Master. This is a master of the Nangung Family.”
“I know.”
“Perhaps we need not intervene.”
The Nangung Family is renowned enough to be called the Nangung Sword School, possessing exceptional swordsmanship.
Particularly, the Nangung Family’s intermediate sword technique is counted among the finest in the Murim.
The Emperor’s Sword Form.
Thinner and more delicate than ordinary longswords, the Emperor’s Sword Form unleashes pressure as if hurling Mount Tai itself, its very presence chilling the hearts of countless swordsmen.
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
As the Masked Swordsman unsheathed his blade, sword qi poured forth as though releasing dozens of steel needles.
From the swift and rapid thrusting technique, it appeared he was deploying the Window Palace Flying Swallow Sword.
Clang-clang-clang!
Simultaneously, metallic resonance rang out in succession, and the swords held by the warriors before him fell helplessly to the ground.
“Surrender!”
The Masked Swordsman, having disarmed five men with a single stroke, commanded sharply.
Overwhelmed by his momentum, the organization began retreating cautiously.
“Wang Jeong, where is that man?”
As the Masked Swordsman called out to the retreating group,
“Retreat!”
The warriors spun around in unison and suddenly fled with the speed of cockroaches scattering, dispersing rapidly.
“How foolish.”
The Masked Swordsman, sheathing his sword, immediately flicked his fingers to release a gust of wind.
Tap-tap-tap.
Yet something astonishing occurred.
Despite being struck by the wind gust on their backs, the warriors continued fleeing without faltering?
“They must be wearing protective garments.”
The Masked Swordsman, smiling faintly, deployed his movement technique once more and began pursuing the organization as they escaped through the Gorge.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol, observing from above, shook her head.
“He’ll die.”
“Those men have committed unspeakable atrocities thus far… is this not karmic retribution?”
“No, I mean that man.”
Bu Eunseol’s gaze remained fixed upon the Masked Swordsman.
“You… are you saying this is a master from the Nangung Family?”
“Young heirs from prestigious families with little experience in Gangho tend to be vulnerable to dirty schemes.”
“What?”
“He should have questioned why these men abandoned their geographical advantage and chose to surround him on the open ground of the Gorge.”
Before those words even finished,
Crack!
The Masked Swordsman, who had been pushing off the ground of the Gorge, suddenly sank beneath the earth in a cloud of dust.
It was such an unexpected turn of events that there was no time to prepare.
Now it became clear—the Organization had dug deep pits along their escape route and covered them thinly with branches and soil.
Whoosh!
But the moment the man fell into the trap, he immediately leaped and sprang from the deep pit.
Sharp steel needles were embedded in the bottom, yet using his supreme lightness technique, he used the needles themselves as a springboard.
Haaah!
However, white powder swirled in the wind around the Masked Swordsman’s body as he shot upward from the ground.
Beneath the surface lay not only steel needles but also a potent poison powder scattered everywhere.
“Cough.”
The Masked Swordsman immediately held his breath, but the fine poison powder had already entered his lungs.
Flash!
Then, among the men hastily fleeing, one suddenly spun his body and began wielding his sword in a cross pattern.
Clang!
The Masked Swordsman quickly drew his blade to block the attack, but he inhaled more poison powder.
“Hahaha!”
The man burst into triumphant laughter at the sight.
“High martial skill, but still just a brat.”
The Masked Swordsman, who had quickly retreated, bit his lip as realization dawned.
“So you’re… Wang Jeong.”
“That’s right.”
The man approached the Masked Swordsman with an unhurried gait and nodded.
“I am Wang Jeong.”
Remarkably, Wang Jeong had been mixed among his subordinates, who wore identical weapons and clothing.
“I see. That’s why you’ve managed to avoid capture all this time.”
The Masked Swordsman now understood everything.
Wang Jeong had exploited the fact that his appearance was not widely known, remaining hidden among his men while committing his robberies.

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