The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 141

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Chapter 141.
Wi Ji Woon, the young master of the Gwanghanjian Sect who had been casting heated glances at Bu Eunseol throughout the evening, finally spoke.
“Young Master Bu, you appear to be descended from quite a prominent family.”
After a subtle cough, he continued in a measured tone.
“Might I inquire which clan you hail from?”
“Clan? There’s nothing remarkable about it. I simply inherited some modest assets from my parents.”
“I see.”
As an answer far more disappointing than expected reached his ears, Wi Ji Woon’s lips curled into an undisguised smirk.
He had concluded that despite his striking appearance, Bu Eunseol was ultimately unremarkable.
“Then what is your current occupation?”
“What sort of work do you aspire to in the future?”
Thereafter, Bu Eunseol found herself subjected to endless questions not only from Wi Ji Woon but from the other young disciples of the Seven Sword Sect as well.
Yet the vast majority of their inquiries were merely veiled mockery of his bleak prospects and lack of ambition.
‘It’s the same wherever one goes.’
Whether during my days as a slave or now in the Murim, human nature remained unchanged.
All were consumed by the desire to elevate themselves above others.
‘Yet making oneself stand out is no simple matter.’
I shook my head inwardly.
So people resort to the easiest method: belittling others, tearing them down, and thereby elevating themselves.
This approach requires no learning—anyone can do it effortlessly, and the results are immediate.
“Indeed, I was unaware.”
Whether they hurled insults, twisted their words in mockery, or showed disdain, Bu Eunseol paid them no mind.
I had endured such things countless times during my years as a slave.
Compared to being cursed and pointed at for no reason whatsoever, this was nothing.
‘I should make my exit gracefully.’
The night had grown deep, and the gathering had reached its peak of revelry.
Having played along adequately, I had done my part.
“Mm.”
Bu Eunseol rose from his seat with an intentional, quiet yawn.
“I’m weary and shall retire. Enjoy yourselves.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, the young disciples of the Seven Sword Sect eagerly nodded in agreement.
“Of course. Rest well if you’re tired.”
“Do go and rest.”
“We won’t venture far.”
Bu Eunseol turned away with a bitter smile, but at that moment, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong followed after him.
“Young Master Bu.”
Her expression was filled with apology.
“I’m truly sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Those who have trained in martial arts all possess inflated pride.”
Though she feigned indifference with idle chatter, it seemed she was troubled beneath the surface.
“I apologize on behalf of my companions’ rudeness. I hope their behavior hasn’t upset you too greatly.”
A sincere apology.
Bu Eunseol had rarely received apologies from others—especially not from those who considered themselves of high station.
‘She is rather different.’
Yet despite Gu Yang Cheong Jeong’s recklessness, she possessed a certain refinement and an upright disposition.
“Think nothing of it. Enjoy yourselves.”
For the first time, Bu Eunseol offered a genuine smile.
And her smile was so radiant that Gu Yang Cheong Jeong stood transfixed, mouth agape, gazing upon her.
“Then.”
As Bu Eunseol turned and walked toward the Jinhyang Pavilion where she was staying,
A sharp, piercing sensation swept across her entire being.
A sinister and deeply unpleasant aura washed over her.
Numerous individuals bearing keen killing intent were converging toward this place.
‘Not assassins.’
Had they been professional killers, they would have concealed their murderous aura and approached with utmost secrecy.
But the converging killing intents were spilling forth their dense energy openly and deliberately, advancing toward us.
‘Are they targeting these people?’
Strictly speaking, Jinyang lay within the sphere of influence of the Orthodox Sects.
Even if the Demonic Path and Evil Sects clashed, no one would intervene or lend aid, making this an ideal location for an ambush.
‘How intriguing.’
The martial arts of Nangya Sect teach one to find lessons even within others’ real combat.
A spectacle of fighting is worth witnessing even if one must pay for it, so I could hardly refuse such an opportunity presented freely.
‘Troublesome. I need a closer vantage point.’
Yet the Star Courtyard offered no secluded spot from which to observe the coming battle discreetly.
After a moment’s consideration, I immediately turned back to Gu Yang Cheong Jeong and spoke.
“Would it be acceptable if I remained a while longer?”
“Pardon?”
“The fresh air has cleared my head of the wine’s effects… and now that I think of it, there’s little waiting for me back there.”
Gu Yang Cheong Jeong’s expression grew puzzled.
It was obvious that returning would only invite further ridicule, so why would she wish to stay longer?
“Well…”
Yet if she refused, Bu Eunseol would only be hurt further. In the end, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong nodded awkwardly with a forced smile.
“Of course.”
As Bu Eunseol re-entered the Seogang Pavilion with Gu Yang Cheong Jeong, the young disciples of the Seven Sword Sect wore expressions of bewilderment.
―This fellow has no shame, it seems.
―It looks like Young Miss Gu merely detained him out of courtesy, yet he returned anyway?
They displayed open contempt in their gazes, but Bu Eunseol paid them no mind, simply averting her eyes and taking her seat.
‘They’ve arrived.’
There was no need to expand my senses through the Beast Path technique.
The approaching organization made no attempt to conceal their presence as they passed through the main gate of Seogang Pavilion.
Thud, thud.
Soon after, the heavy footsteps of a group moving in formation echoed through the windows.
“It seems someone is coming?”
Only now, sensing the murderous intent flooding in, did the young scholars in the banquet hall’s eyes gleam with alertness.
They exchanged sharp glances with one another before walking outside.
Creak.
Finally, the door swung open roughly, and martial artists clad in crimson robes began filing in one by one.
Their complexions were rigid as corpses, they carried no weapons, and they radiated an oppressive, palpable killing intent.
“Who are you?”
Ma Han, observing the martial artists, asked.
But they said nothing, only their eyes flashing with menace.
As suffocating silence stretched on, Wi Ji Woon stepped forward this time and spoke.
“It seems you may have come to the wrong place. Which sect do you hail from?”
When still no answer came, Wi Ji Woon raised his voice again, addressing the martial artists.
“Or could it be that you intend to make the successors of the Cheong Hae Seven Sword Gates your common enemy?”
Wi Ji Woon’s intention was to subtly reveal their identities to the martial artists and make them withdraw.
But the crimson-robed warriors merely smirked upon hearing this.
“The Cheong Hae Seven Sword Gates?”
A man who appeared to be the leader among the thirty-odd martial artists stepped forward and spoke.
“So the little brats were playing house here.”
“What did you say?”
At the insulting words, Wi Ji Woon unleashed his killing intent.
“What did you just say!”
The leader in crimson robes silently bared his white teeth.
That smile was so savage it was as if gazing upon some horrific form that should not exist in this world.
Yet Wi Ji Woon suddenly noticed, on the backs of the crimson-robed men, a marking carved in the shape of a well.
“Blood Sea Demon Well….”
In that instant, the complexions of the Seven Sword Sect youths turned deathly pale.
Blood Sea Demon Well.
A place where the most vicious demons of the Demonic Path Sect gather.
For the past decade, their power had surged dramatically, and they had finally become recognized as one of the Four Notorious Demonic Lairs of the Murim.
But why were these ruthless, merciless demons now surrounding this place?
As Wi Ji Woon froze, unable to continue speaking, Ma Han, standing beside him, stepped forward.
“I am Ma Han, the young master of the Sea Tower Sword Gate.”
The opponents were martial artists from Blood Sea Demon Well, those pointed at as Killing Ghosts even within the Demonic Path.
Yet Ma Han’s demeanor remained courteous and composed, displaying the bearing of a worthy successor to a renowned Demonic Path sect.
“You appear to be a high-ranking member of Blood Sea Demon Well. How is it that….”
“A wretch like you knows nothing.”
At the leader’s response, fury flashed across Ma Han’s eyes.
No matter how fearsome the masters of the Blood Sea Demon Well were reputed to be, these young leaders represented the Seven Sword Sect. They could not simply swallow such an insult and move on.
“How dare you!”
Just as Ma Han reached for his sword, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong, standing behind him, stopped him.
“Young Master Ma. Please, compose yourself.”
Then she stepped forward and addressed the leader of the group.
“What is it that you want?”
The leader’s eyes gleamed as he regarded Gu Yang Cheong Jeong.
“So you are Gu Yang Cheong Jeong, the talented daughter of the Wind Shooting Sword Gate.”
“I asked why you came here.”
“Hehehehe.”
The man chuckled softly and nodded his head.
“All you need do is follow us obediently.”
Though his words spoke of following, his intent was unmistakable.
Abduction. They meant to kidnap the heirs of the Seven Sword Sect.
“What nonsense is this!”
At his words, the young men behind them drew their swords.
They were in the prime of their vigor and took pride in having mastered the supreme techniques of the Seven Sword Sect, believing themselves without equal.
Even the Blood Sea Demon Well held no terror for them.
“Mere pups.”
The leader smirked, deeming them unworthy of further words, and spoke to his subordinates.
“Subdue those whelps and drag them here like dogs.”
At his command, the masters of the Blood Sea Demon Well surrounding the young men of the Seven Sword Sect suddenly extended their palms in unison.
Crash!
With a piercing sound of splitting air, palm strikes as sharp as axes rained down upon them.
The warriors of the Blood Sea Demon Well carried no weapons because they were all masters of palm techniques.
Slash!
The young men of the Seven Sword Sect drew their blades and countered in response.
The Seven Sword Sect, rooted in Cheong Hae for generations, wielded swordplay that was among the finest in all the Murim.
“Ugh.”
“Ungh!”
Yet as time wore on, murky groans escaped the lips of the youths.
Though the swordplay they had learned was indeed superior martial technique, they had not cultivated it deeply, and their inner strength was meager.
Rather than dedicating themselves to rigorous martial training, they had spent more time wandering the Gangho, building connections with various people.
“Argh.”
Eventually, Jeong Gwang, the heir of the Blood Essence Sword Sect who had been desperately wielding his blade, took a palm strike and collapsed where he stood.
“Young Master Jeong!”
Seeing this, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong rushed forward and unleashed her full power, sweeping her sword to create a broad defensive barrier.
She barely managed to force the warriors of the Blood Sea Demon Well back, but those who had been attacking Jeong Gwang now turned their assault upon her.
‘They are far too strong.’
The warriors of the Blood Sea Demon Well were not only brutal but utterly fearless of injury.
The successors of the Seven Sword Sect, lacking experience in the Gangho and trained only in swordsmanship under their family’s protection, were helpless against the onslaught.
‘What in the world? Why are the masters of the Blood Sea Demon Well doing this?’
Even as she fought, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong’s mind swirled with nothing but questions.
‘No matter how cruel the Demonic cultivators are, they are still of the Demonic Path. So why would they target us, the Cheong Hae Seven Sword Gates?’
The Seven Sword Sect operated only within Cheong Hae, so they shared no historical grievances with the Blood Sea Demon Well, nor did their spheres of influence overlap.
‘Then someone must have orchestrated this.’
As Gu Yang Cheong Jeong’s thoughts grew more tangled,
“We must retreat, Cheong Mei!”
Ma Han, who had been frantically swinging his sword beside her, cried out.
“I’ll open an escape route!”
Just as she was about to nod in agreement, she suddenly noticed Bu Eunseol sitting vacantly in the inner banquet hall.
The way she sat composed, gazing toward them, was as serene as watching a theatrical performance unfold.
‘She must be frozen in fear!’
Yet Gu Yang Cheong Jeong was gravely mistaken.
She had assumed that Bu Eunseol was so shocked she could not move her body.
“No! We cannot leave Young Master Bu behind!”

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