The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 124

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Chapter 124.
Five streaks of lightning erupted from Bu Eunseol’s fists—the seventh form of Gwon Ma, the exquisite technique of the Second Initial Extreme Profound Harmony.
The Masked Assassin’s fingers then moved smoothly through the void, as if plucking the strings of a zither.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Crash!
When the two formidable forces collided head-on, shockwaves rippled outward in succession.
“Is this truly the power a human can unleash….”
Nam Goong Woon, watching from the sidelines, let his mouth fall open.
With each clash between the two, the sky darkened as if a violent tempest were pouring down from somewhere.
The destructive range of both fist and claw techniques expanded further with each exchange, forcing both armies to retreat dozens of paces.
Boom! Boom!
In the midst of it all, Bu Eunseol and the Masked Assassin collided once more.
‘Ugh.’
Each time the Masked Assassin’s fingers met hers, Bu Eunseol felt crushing pressure bearing down upon her entire body.
Remarkably, the Masked Assassin’s internal cultivation had reached a level comparable to Bu Eunseol’s own—the third stage of the Half-Extreme Heart Method.
‘I must create distance.’
Bu Eunseol drew upon her internal energy, pulling the shadow of her crimson-stained nails back toward her own body.
Sensing some deception, the Masked Assassin slowed his assault and retreated instead.
‘Now.’
Seizing the opportunity, Bu Eunseol unleashed the Extreme Speed Shadowless.
Only then did the Masked Assassin grasp her intent, pursuing relentlessly to seal her escape route.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Yet as Bu Eunseol shifted direction repeatedly in mid-air, she finally broke free from the range of his claw technique.
“Your movement technique is impressive. To escape the Heavenly Net Claw Shadow—remarkable.”
The Masked Assassin watched Bu Eunseol retreat and let out a cold laugh.
“But if what you’ve shown is the extent of your foundation, you will die.”
Red haze began to shimmer around the Masked Assassin’s body as he prepared for a final strike.
He was clearly drawing upon his full internal power to decide the match in a single, decisive blow.
‘There must be a flaw.’
Swift martial techniques lack precision and are limited in adaptability.
Having grasped this truth from the duel between Ja Mo Chang and Jeong Cheon, Bu Eunseol regulated her inner breath and drew her power to its maximum.
Crack.
The moment the Masked Assassin’s body, which had crackled with bone-breaking force, was engulfed in red mist,
Flash!
His form, now a streak of light, closed the distance in an instant, striking at all of Bu Eunseol’s vital meridian points.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The claw shadows descended with the force of pressing down a mountain—eighty-nine strikes in total.
‘I cannot evade!’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes flashed with realization.
She instinctively understood that the Gwon Ma could not withstand this sudden onslaught.
Flash!
In that instant, a streak of dark light erupted from his back.
Whoooosh!
With a resonant sword cry like the tolling of a great bell, the dark blade emerged from its sheath.
Simultaneously, the dark sword qi unfurled like the wings of a massive roc, striking eighty-nine shadow points in succession.
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Clang clang clang clang!
As claws collided with the divine blade, a deafening metallic shriek erupted, sending dust clouds billowing in all directions.
Whoooosh.
As the parched wind swept across Jin Cheon Moon, two silhouettes became visible standing in the open ground between the pavilions.
“Aah!”
Nam Goong Woon, pointing at the Masked Assassin, cried out.
“Eunseol won!”
Crimson blood dripped steadily from three fingers of the Masked Assassin’s hand.
From the successive collisions with the dark blade, the fingertips had been sliced open, unable to withstand the sharpness.
“The Spirit Divine Blade?”
The Masked Assassin gazed at the dark blade glimmering with an eerie radiance as it reflected the sunlight, then narrowed his eyes.
“So you’re the one who won the Donghyo Seorang Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.”
‘Formidable internal energy.’
Bu Eunseol gripped her blade in silence.
When their overwhelming internal forces collided, both Bu Eunseol and the Masked Assassin sustained minor internal injuries.
Though she had gained the upper hand in this exchange, her expression did not appear particularly pleased.
With her current mastery of the Gwon Ma Chil Sik still incomplete, she could not have withstood the Masked Assassin’s final technique.
She had been forced to deploy the Mu Sang Cheon Ryu instead… and that left her in poor spirits.
“Hehehehe.”
The Masked Assassin let out a low chuckle, his voice tinged with delight.
“To block the Collapse Jade Blood Demon Claw at such an age. Truly remarkable.”
‘Collapse Jade Blood Demon Claw?’
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed.
Though she possessed more knowledge of the Murim sects and martial techniques than anyone, she had never heard of a technique by that name.
“Let us continue.”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“We have not yet seen the true conclusion.”
Neither of them had fully unleashed their true strength.
If Bu Eunseol could properly harness the harmony contained within the Mu Sang Cheon Ryu, she could engage the Masked Assassin in a genuine decisive battle.
Click.
As Bu Eunseol raised her dark blade, the Masked Assassin shook his head.
“No, let us end it here.”
The Masked Assassin’s gaze was fixed not on Bu Eunseol, but on the Jin Cheon Moon encampment.
“Then you admit defeat?”
At Wang In Hwa’s question from afar, the Masked Assassin glanced back at the Pae Do Moon encampment behind him.
And he nodded lightly.
“Well, I suppose that settles it.”
Then Gwan Dok Gun, the sect leader of Pae Do Moon, rushed forward frantically and shouted at the Masked Assassin.
“Then doesn’t that mean our sect has lost this confrontation?”
“It can’t be helped. It seems Myeong Woon of Jin Cheon Moon still has more to give.”
The Masked Assassin, who had been watching Bu Eunseol standing tall like a celestial general descended from the heavens, turned away without hesitation.
“I cannot accept this!”
Blood vessels bulged in Gwan Dok Gun’s eyes.
“The match is not yet decided! Continue fighting!”
“How tiresome.”
“What, what did you say?”
As Gwan Dok Gun bristled, a sickly yellow killing intent shimmered like heat waves from the Masked Assassin’s eyes.
“What have you accomplished thus far that you squeal like a pig?”
In that instant, every hair on Gwan Dok Gun’s body stood on end.
He felt as though a colossal monster loomed behind the Masked Assassin, its gaping maw wide open.
“How dare you speak such nonsense to the sect leader!”
Gwan Dok Gun’s words never finished.
Whoosh.
As the Masked Assassin’s extended finger touched near his heart, Gwan Dok Gun’s head twisted at an angle, and he suddenly collapsed.
“Aaahhh!”
With a sound like a pig being slaughtered, Gwan Dok Gun’s massive body began rolling across the ground.
His eyes rolled back white from the agony, and white foam dripped from his mouth.
He writhed as though enduring torture akin to bone-breaking.
Thud.
Finally, Gwan Dok Gun expired, his eyes still rolled back.
“….”
In that moment, a silence as profound as death descended upon the Pae Do Moon ranks.
No matter how reckless Gwan Dok Gun’s temperament was, he was still a sect leader.
To kill such a master with a single finger in an instant….
“Let’s go.”
The Masked Assassin and Myeong In walked through the Pae Do Moon formation and out as though nothing had transpired.
Though countless Pae Do Moon disciples watched closely, none dared block their path.
“Our sect will depart Sangyang by this route.”
After a long silence, Gang Jung Hwan, the Blade Corps Commander of Pae Do Moon, stepped forward before Wang In Hwa and spoke.
“And as long as Jin Cheon Moon exists, we shall never set foot on this land again.”
Despite Gang Jung Hwan’s devastated expression, Wang In Hwa nodded calmly.
This battle had erupted from Pae Do Moon’s one-sided ambush. It was only natural that they bear all responsibility.
“You have labored greatly. Young Master.”
“Brother Eunseol. You were truly magnificent. Thanks to you, I have gained profound insight.”
As Heuk Pyo and Nam Goong Woon approached Bu Eunseol and began conversing,
“Eunseol.”
Behind Bu Eunseol, Moon Gwang and Wang In Hwa stood side by side, their expressions radiant with gratitude.
“You are our benefactor who rescued our sect from peril. Please accept my bow of respect.”
As Wang In Hwa moved to prostrate himself, Bu Eunseol swiftly stopped him.
“I am merely a hired wanderer fulfilling a contract.”
“How can such words express the magnitude of your kindness? Our sect wishes to——”
As Wang In Hwa’s words began to lengthen, Bu Eunseol turned away without hesitation.
“My work here is finished. I shall take my leave.”
“Our sect will host a grand banquet. Please stay a while longer.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
The moment Bu Eunseol turned to depart, Moon Gwang hurried after her and spoke urgently.
“At least accept payment before you go. After all, you won’t be returning to Jeok Cheon Mak Ji, will you?”
Moon Gwang sensed the truth instinctively.
Bu Eunseol was no mere wanderer.
Now that her identity as the champion of the Donghyo Seorang Jeong Mu Dae Hoe had been exposed, she could never return to Jeok Cheon Mak Ji.
“This was not done for money.”
With those words, Bu Eunseol turned away without looking back, and Heuk Pyo and Nam Goong Woon followed in her wake.
The Jin Cheon Moon master and Moon Gwang could only stand with gaping mouths, watching them depart in stunned silence.
After leaving Jin Cheon Moon, Bu Eunseol’s party crossed beyond Sangyang and arrived at a village near Anho.
“Brother Eunseol, let’s at least quench our thirst first.”
They had endured days of relentless forced marches through brutal combat, sustaining themselves on nothing but bland dried provisions and water.
Moreover, they had employed only lightness techniques continuously, day and night, until reaching this village—exhaustion was inevitable.
“Hmm.”
As Bu Eunseol surveyed the surroundings, she moved toward a small Inn that caught her eye.
But Nam Goong Woon shook his head with a serious expression.
“Today, let us enjoy fine wine. My treat.”
The establishment Nam Goong Woon selected was the grandest and most ornate Inn in the village.
Settling into a private chamber on the third floor of the pavilion, he ordered thirteen varieties of dishes and an abundance of expensive Fen wine.
Yet Heuk Pyo abstained from the food entirely, remaining in a corner seat, while Bu Eunseol sat motionless with arms crossed.
This was because Nam Goong Woon’s expression had grown intensely grave.
“Brother Eunseol.”
After a prolonged silence, Nam Goong Woon poured wine into his cup and spoke.
“Or should I call you Brother Bu now?”
Champion of the Donghyo Seorang Jeong Mu Dae Hoe. The mysterious master who slew the Blood Ghost Party Lord of Hell Blood Castle.
That this person was Bu Eunseol was well known throughout the Murim.
“Call me as you wish.”
At Bu Eunseol’s composed reply, Nam Goong Woon drained the Fen wine in his cup in one gulp.
“Given that Jeok Cheon Mak Ji knows nothing of your true identity, it seems you’ve concealed not only your name but your appearance as well.”
“Indeed.”
Nam Goong Woon turned to question Heuk Pyo.
“A younger brother?”
“Yes.”
Heuk Pyo spoke to Bu Eunseol as though he had made a decision.
“Would it be acceptable to show Nam Goong Woon my true appearance?”
“Do as you wish.”
With permission granted, Heuk Pyo immediately dispelled his disguise and clasped his hands respectfully toward Nam Goong Woon.
“Young Master. In truth, I am Heuk Pyo, a wanderer of Donghyo Seorang.”
“I suspected as much. So you were the Black Whirlwind.”
He nodded and turned to Bu Eunseol.
“Will you not show me your face as well?”
“Too troublesome.”
At that cold reply, Nam Goong Woon’s expression grew melancholic.
“Yet we fought back-to-back as comrades. Surely concealing your appearance is excessive?”
“Such is the nature of Gangho.”
Bu Eunseol refilled his empty cup and spoke matter-of-factly.
“It is wise to reveal one’s true form as little as possible, and to always conceal a portion of one’s strength.”
Nam Goong Woon’s expression grew uncertain.
“Your words are not without merit, yet I cannot shake the melancholy they inspire.”
Nam Goong Woon drained his cup and spoke in a low voice.
“Though Gangho is said to be heartless, it is not merely a place of death and killing.”
Bu Eunseol neither affirmed nor denied this, simply drinking deeply.
In that moment, he appeared utterly alone between heaven and earth.
Though Nam Goong Woon could not fathom why, he glimpsed Bu Eunseol’s true nature.
‘His coldness is not his nature. His heart has been frozen by some past tragedy.’
Nam Goong Woon was by nature playful and warm-hearted.
And he wished for those around him—for the entire world—to share that warmth.
“Brother Bu.”
As though resolved, Nam Goong Woon lifted the wine bottle.
And he respectfully filled Bu Eunseol’s cup.
“Please accept this cup from me.”
Then Nam Goong Woon extended his empty cup toward Bu Eunseol.
“Will you fill mine as well?”
For a simple request to refill a cup, his expression was far too solemn.
Bu Eunseol, who had been staring intently at Nam Goong Woon’s face, exhaled a long sigh. He had grasped the true meaning behind the request to fill his cup.
“I am merely a wanderer.”
“And I am known as a wastrel of my clan.”
Nam Goong Woon smiled as he spoke.
“A wanderer and a wastrel—do they not complement each other well?”
Yet despite his words, Nam Goong Woon’s eyes gleamed with leonine dignity, and his entire being radiated quiet confidence and noble bearing.
He disregarded worldly propriety and convention, for he possessed the spirit of a true hero.
“Are you planning to return to the family?”
“Yes, that is my intention.”
Nam Goong Woon once again extended his cup with utmost courtesy.
“Would you honor me by filling my cup?”
“Do you truly understand what manner of person I am before speaking such words?”
“I trust my own eyes. Even if the world condemned me as a villain, I would still believe in you, Bu Chanyang.”
At Nam Goong Woon’s unwavering conviction, Bu Eunseol exhaled deeply.
I had merely wished to wander Gangho and test myself against the strong. Yet I cannot fathom why these connections keep forming.
―Bonds are like the natural law of creation and dissolution, they say.
Suddenly, the words Bu Chanyang had spoken while performing the funeral rites for my departed lover echoed in my ears.
―A seed naturally meets the earth and becomes a flower, and that flower naturally encounters rain and wind. Bonds are as natural as this.
―Just as I met you, grandfather?
At my words, Bu Chanyang burst into hearty laughter and nodded.
―Precisely. That is exactly what it means.
I understood then.
That human bonds cannot be resisted.
One must allow them to flow naturally, as they are meant to.
Crack.
In that moment, my face rippled like water, and simultaneously, a visage as radiant as sunlight scattered upon a lake was revealed.
I had dissolved the Face-Changing Bone Technique and unveiled my true appearance.
‘So this is Bu Chanyang’s true face.’
In that instant, Nam Goong Woon understood.
Why Bu Eunseol had concealed her appearance all this while.
‘Had she revealed this face, the Palace Lord of Shin Nyeo Gung would never have let her go—not merely as the Palace Lord’s daughter, but as something far greater.’
Nam Goong Woon, who had believed his own appearance was second to none, now felt the difference between sun and firefly when confronted with Bu Eunseol’s true visage.
“Once one beholds Bu Chanyang’s face, it shall never be forgotten for a lifetime.”
At Nam Goong Woon’s praise, Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“I accept.”
Then she took up the wine bottle and filled his cup.
“Thank you.”
Nam Goong Woon beamed with great joy as he extended his cup.
“From now on, please call me simply Woon.”
Then he withdrew a sharp golden needle from his robes.
It was the Golden Needle Insignia, a token symbolizing the direct bloodline of the Nangung Family.
Nam Goong Woon smiled somewhat bashfully.
“Should you find time, please do visit the family.”
“I shall.”
Though I spoke thus, I shook my head faintly.
In the unpredictable journey through Gangho, I could not know when I might visit the Nangung Family.

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