The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113.
Yet Nam Goong Woon soon broke into a chuckle.
Bu Eunseol’s icy temperament was rare to witness, but he himself possessed an equally uncommon audacity that was seldom found in the Murim.
“Come now, don’t be like that. We’re going to be wandering together anyway, so wouldn’t it be strange to keep calling each other by such formal titles?”
“I refuse.”
“Let’s just do it. Senior Seol.”
“You haven’t even asked for permission, yet you’re already doing it.”
As Bu Eunseol’s expression hardened with displeasure, Nam Goong Woon laughed heartily with characteristic ease.
“Hahaha! Well then, since we’re already here, why not just go with it?”
He then pointed to his own face and flexed his forearm with exaggerated strength.
“If Senior Seol were to lose to Ja Mo Chang, then the next turn would be mine….”
“You blasted fool! You’ve done it again.”
“Ah, my apologies, Grandmother.”
“Grandmother? How many times must I tell you to address me as the Medicine Hall Master, you reckless brat…,”
“Hahaha. Now that I think about it, your voice is quite loud, Grandmother. I wonder what you were like when you were young….”
For a while, the interior of the Medicine Hall trembled with Nam Goong Woon’s chatter and the Medicine Hall Master’s thunderous voice.
At that same moment, in the Moon Elegance Hall.
It was the residence of Yeon Ja Mi, the Palace Lord of Shin Nyeo Gung.
Beneath the moonlight pouring into the Moon Elegance Hall, Yeon So Ha and Yeon Ja Mi walked side by side in front of the Flower Garden.
“Did he appeal to you?”
At Yeon Ja Mi’s question, Yeon So Ha shook her head.
“I’m not entirely sure.”
“Not sure? Then why did you give him the Bowon Divine Pearl?”
Yeon So Ha, who had hesitated for a moment, spoke in a quiet voice.
“The Haehwa Hall Master strongly recommended him. She said to trust her judgment, that I would regret it if I let this opportunity slip away.”
“The Haehwa Hall Master… said that?”
Yeon Ja Mi’s expression grew peculiar.
Namgung Sae-ah, as the daughter of the Nam Goong Family, possessed not only exceptional martial prowess but also discernment that rivaled her own.
That Namgung Sae-ah, whom she trusted above all others, had persuaded Yeon So Ha? She could not easily believe it.
‘This is strange. The Haehwa Hall Master wouldn’t do such a thing.’
Yeon Ja Mi shook her head and asked again.
“So you gave him the Bowon Divine Pearl based solely on those words?”
“That’s not all.”
Yeon So Ha lowered her head slightly.
“His martial prowess is extraordinary. Particularly his inner energy—it is surely not inferior to that of our Palace Lord and the other hall masters.”
“Inner energy and martial skill are fundamentally different things.”
“No. I can tell. That he is tremendously strong.”
“So you favored him because he is strong?”
At this, Yeon So Ha’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she shook her head.
“That’s not it. He… no, he risked his life to obtain the Bowon Divine Pearl.”
Yeon So Ha was still an innocent girl who knew nothing of the ways of the world.
Yet having witnessed a man risk his life to pursue her, she could hardly help but find such devotion admirable.
“So Ha.”
Yeon Ja Mi exhaled a weary sigh.
“You truly are naive about such matters. Men are creatures who stake their lives on treasures and women alike.”
“That cannot be.”
As Yeon So Ha blinked, Yeon Ja Mi continued.
“Regardless, he will not do.”
“Mother?”
“I created the Twenty-Four Heavenly Trials to pair you with an exceptional successor from the Righteous Path Sect. Not to have you meet some wandering vagrant.”
“But I have already made my choice.”
At this, Yeon Ja Mi shook her head.
“How could someone of unknown origins possibly be worthy of you?”
“In Murim, it is common for people to conceal their backgrounds.”
“True. Which is why I have arranged for him to face Ja Mo Chang.”
“Ja Mo Chang? You mean he must fight the Three Lords?”
Yeon So Ha shook her head in shock.
“That is unreasonable. Why must he fight again?”
“He has merely demonstrated his inner energy, not proven his martial prowess. If he is to be worthy of you, we must certainly verify which sect he belongs to.”
“But he will not accept such an unreasonable proposal.”
“He already has.”
“What?”
Yeon Ja Mi sighed.
“He accepted without hesitation.”
“I see. No matter what obstacles arise, his resolve remains steadfast…”
As Yeon So Ha’s cheeks flushed, Yeon Ja Mi shook her head.
“Do not misunderstand. As I said, men are naturally obsessed with such pursuits.”
“But what if, even after facing Ja Mo Chang, nothing is revealed? Will you permit it then?”
For a moment, Yeon Ja Mi found herself without words, then spoke with a sigh.
“That is… let us discuss it again tomorrow.”
“Mother.”
Yeon So Ha spoke with unprecedented firmness.
“You hold the position of Palace Lord, revered by all. If you fail to keep your public word…”
“Very well.”
Yeon Ja Mi forced a smile and nodded.
“I shall honor what I have promised.”
The next day, at the Great Training Arena of Shin Nyeo Gung.
The Great Training Arena of Shin Nyeo Gung, nestled deep within Wushan, was paved with stones that gleamed as though carved from ice itself.
As disciples of Shin Nyeo Gung gathered one by one for the martial contest,
“Tch, they’ve scattered these expensive silver-luminous stones all over the place.”
Nam Goong Woon, whose body had not yet fully recovered, ascended the Martial Arts Arena alongside Bu Eunseol, supported by Heuk Pyo’s arm.
“Brother Seol.”
Yet Nam Goong Woon suddenly whispered with a hardened expression.
“The fact that they’ve summoned people here suggests they intend to employ formation techniques. You should exercise caution.”
Silver Jade Stone served as the finest material for cultivating formation techniques.
Seeing that they had called for a martial contest in the Training Grounds filled with such precious material, it was as obvious as seeing fire that they would employ formations.
“There’s no need to worry.”
As Bu Eunseol led the way forward, Nam Goong Woon smacked his lips.
Then, gazing at the silvery stones reflected on the ground, his eyes sparkled with interest.
“Wait, now that I think about it, isn’t Silver Jade Stone essentially just a lump of silver? Hehehehe.”
He then spoke in a low voice to Heuk Pyo, who was supporting him.
“Do you happen to have something like a sturdy blade on you?”
“I don’t have a sword, but I do have two short daggers.”
“Ah, what a shame. With this width, I could pry off a few pieces from the corners without it being too noticeable.”
Just as Nam Goong Woon was spouting such nonsense, a cold voice rang out from behind.
“When will you ever come to your senses?”
Namgung Sae-ah had arrived at the arena, walking alongside her attendants.
“Aunt, you’ve arrived.”
Nam Goong Woon clasped his hands together with difficulty, and Bu Eunseol offered a deep bow as well.
“Master.”
“I apologize. I was unable to prevent the Palace Lord’s whim.”
Namgung Sae-ah spoke to Bu Eunseol with genuine remorse.
“Rather than that, why not release the transformation? Then the Palace Lord would immediately grant permission without going through all this trouble.”
From Bu Eunseol’s perspective, this was a dangerous suggestion.
‘If I received that permission, it would only complicate matters for me.’
Bu Eunseol, whose inner energy had been further solidified through the Bone Transformation Technique, shook her head firmly.
“I will never release the transformation.”
“You’re quite stubborn yourself.”
Then, behind her, Yeon Ja Mi and Yeon So Ha appeared, along with numerous masters of Shin Nyeo Gung.
Yeon So Ha in particular seemed dissatisfied with this martial contest, her brows furrowed.
“Thank you for accepting the challenge.”
As Yeon Ja Mi approached and spoke, Bu Eunseol nodded lightly.
“You’re too kind.”
“Then let us begin at once.”
At Yeon Ja Mi’s words, Namgung Sae-ah called out sharply.
“Begin!”
Three middle-aged women dressed in azure robes then ascended before the Great Training Arena, unfurling cloud-like divine techniques.
The woman at the front of the three bowed respectfully to Bu Eunseol with clasped hands.
“I am Yak Ran, Master of the Water Purity Hall.”
“Seol So Yo.”
The two women behind her also clasped their hands in salute toward Bu Eunseol.
“I am So Ah, Master of the Spiritless Sect, and this is Geum Seon, Master of the Self-Mastery Sect.”
As Bu Eunseol returned the gesture, Yak Ran spoke in a measured tone.
“Our palace’s Mother-Child Spear Technique incorporates formation operation, so we necessarily require all three of us to act simultaneously.”
“I’ve already heard.”
Bu Eunseol answered calmly, and Yak Ran extended her hand.
“Draw your weapon.”
Bu Eunseol leisurely extended one hand.
“These two hands are my weapons.”
Yak Ran nodded and drew the short spear from her back.
Click.
As the shaft, dyed in deep purple, extended fully, the short spear transformed into a long lance. So Ah and Geum Seon behind her likewise lengthened their shafts and assumed their stances.
‘Formidable.’
Observing the three women’s postures, a smile played at the corners of Bu Eunseol’s lips.
I realized they were not merely masters of extraordinary spear technique, but were specifically specialized in countering fist methods.
‘They were deliberately selected to oppose me.’
When Yeon Ja Mi heard that Bu Eunseol was a master of fist methods, her choice of the Mother-Child Spear Technique—which could be called the perfect counter—was unmistakable.
‘A spear technique that incorporates formation operation.’
The Murim held many masters of the spear, and the Ten Demonic Gates possessed the Spectral Spirit Spear, a peerless spear method.
Yet on Hell Island, I had scarcely faced the Spectral Spirit Spear properly, and since entering the Murim, I had never crossed blades with an expert wielding a long lance.
At the thought of facing such a unique spear technique, Bu Eunseol’s heart quickened as though I had tasted fine wine.
“Begin your attack.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, the spear shafts held by Yak Ran, So Ah, and Geum Seon simultaneously began to trace large circles.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Spear techniques traditionally emphasize thrusting, with sweeping and slashing motions added as supplementary movements.
Yet the Mother-Child Spear Technique displayed by these three women primarily employed spinning and pushing motions.
Thus there were almost no brutal techniques, and with the shafts rotating ceaselessly, it was magnificent to behold.
Swish! Whoosh!
Three continuously rotating spear shafts pressed toward Bu Eunseol’s body.
Bu Eunseol evaded the attacks with ease, appreciating the exquisite execution of the Mother-Child Spear Technique.
‘The power and range grow with each move.’
Yet the circling spear shafts accelerated with each passing moment, their power increasing correspondingly.
Having evaded merely seven or eight moves, more than half the Great Training Arena’s space was now filled with spear shadows.
‘Are they demanding I reveal my martial prowess?’
As the three women maintained their encirclement, the wind scattered by the Mother-Child Spear expanded its range ever wider.
If they wielded the spear with such impeccable, airtight precision, employing fist methods would prove extraordinarily difficult.
The Shin Nyeo Gung Master, having heard that Bu Eunseol was a master of fist methods, deliberately employed this strategy to force me to reveal my true capabilities.
‘Then I shall reveal it.’
As Bu Eunseol’s body evaded the relentless cascade of spear shadows, it became translucent and ethereal.
I had unleashed the ancient divine movement technique—the Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement.
‘The flaw in spear technique!’
As my body surged forward with explosive speed, Ja Mo Chiang’s spear likewise began weaving shadows with accelerating velocity.
It was as though she sought to eliminate any space for escape entirely.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
As time elapsed, the Great Training Arena became saturated with the intertwining shadows of myself and Ja Mo Chiang.
My Ultimate Shadowless Movement—a fusion of divine footwork and evasion technique, shifting directional orientation eighty-three times with each stride.
Ja Mo Chiang’s spear technique, which leveraged the silver-shadow stones embedded in the Great Training Arena to blur the boundary between substance and illusion.
It resembled a clash between an unbreakable shield and a spear that destroyed all things.
‘Tch.’
Yet the disadvantage was mine.
Ja Mo Chiang was created by three masters taking turns weaving spear shadows, while I exhausted my full strength merely evading them.
Without infinite reserves of stamina and inner force, it was inevitable that my movements would eventually cease.
Pah!
In that instant, the spear’s tip grazed past my shoulder.
The three masters then surged with renewed confidence, accelerating their spear strikes even further.
‘Faster still… are flaws emerging?’
As I observed the increasingly rapid Ja Mo Chiang technique, a sudden realization crystallized within me.
There exists a limit to the variations in technique that human hands can produce.
Movements of extreme speed can render even the most exquisite technique mundane.
‘Does ultimate velocity compromise subtlety itself?’

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