The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 143

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Chapter 143.
In that instant, the Leader’s face hardened like stone.
Those were the very words he had spoken after subduing Wei Zhijun moments before.
“Ugh…”
His body trembled as consciousness returned to him.
For the first time in his life, he felt the emotion of humiliation—a sensation that wrapped around his entire being.
And that humiliation transformed into a fury that threatened to consume him whole.
“You’re far too presumptuous!”
The Leader, now bereft of reason, unleashed his full power once more, swinging both palms in a desperate assault.
Yet to Bu Eunseol’s eyes, he was nothing more than a child flailing his hands about.
Bu Eunseol regarded the Leader’s palm technique with a bored expression before extending a single fist.
Whoosh!
A wind like a gentle breeze seemed to blow forth, yet a torrent of fist force crashed down upon the Leader’s face.
Bu Eunseol’s movements were remarkably simple, and the extended fist appeared light as a feather.
Yet in truth, it contained the crushing weight of hurling a house-sized block of iron.
Boom.
The Leader blocked the descending fist force with both palms.
In that moment, the tremendous force pierced through his palms and shook his meridians and internal organs all at once.
“Gack.”
The Leader collapsed to one knee, blood spilling from his mouth.
Merely blocking a single light fist had inflicted severe internal injuries upon him.
Tremble, tremble, tremble.
Rage, despair, even fear—all of it vanished. Now only a single thought occupied his mind.
The invincible power of a superhuman being.
From Bu Eunseol’s presence, he felt the authority of a Grand Master who held all the Murim beneath her feet.
“Ugh… uhhh…”
The demon lord who had casually ordered the severing of human meridians now suppressed his groans before Bu Eunseol.
“Hmm.”
With that, Bu Eunseol turned away, her interest extinguished.
As she turned, the Blood Sea Demon Well’s warriors surrounding the area flinched and stumbled backward.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol sent a gust of wind toward the fallen youths of the Seven Sword Sect.
The suppression that had bound Hyeol Do was instantly released, yet none of them rose to their feet. Rather, they could not move.
Shame.
The shame of failing to protect the woman they admired—it would remain a lifelong disgrace, tormenting them forever.
Awe before overwhelming martial prowess.
Baek Myeon, who had silently endured insulting words, was in truth a master beyond their reach.
The youths of the Seven Sword Sect remained motionless, paralyzed by both shame and reverence toward Bu Eunseol.
Swish.
Then, turning once more, Bu Eunseol’s gaze swept across the Leader and the other warriors of the Blood Sea Demon Well.
And then I spoke once more, my voice heavy with finality.
“Begone.”
This time, there was no mercy or warmth in my words.
Just because one spots a fly doesn’t mean one must crush it underfoot. Sometimes, even the effort to move one’s hand feels tedious.
In my eyes, they were nothing more than insignificant flies—no better, no worse.
Shiver.
The Leader trembled for a moment, then bit his lip and quietly turned to leave.
He was truly going to depart quietly, just as I had commanded.
“That wretch is destroying the prestige of our sect entirely.”
Thud.
At that moment, a black shadow dropped from the empty sky, accompanied by a low voice.
Illuminated by moonlight, the shadow revealed itself to be a gaunt, extraordinarily short middle-aged man.
Though his frame was diminutive, his eyes gleamed in the darkness with the ferocity of a predator.
“Lord Go?”
The Leader, upon spotting the wizened middle-aged man, clasped his hands together in alarm.
“What brings you here…?”
“You always disappoint me, boy.”
The middle-aged man referred to himself as “I”—a term that suggested far greater age than his appearance betrayed, as well as profound martial cultivation.
It was evidence that he possessed both longevity and formidable inner strength.
“When the Demon Lord of this sect commands you to leave, you simply obey and depart?”
“Lord Go, it’s not like that…”
As the middle-aged man rebuked him and the Leader began to make excuses,
Splurch!
Blood suddenly erupted into the air, and a severed head flew skyward.
The middle-aged man, moving with the speed of lightning, had decapitated the Leader in a single motion.
“I elevated you to the rank of Ten Generals because your martial prowess was serviceable… yet you proved to be nothing but a spineless wretch.”
The middle-aged man’s expression was as indifferent as if he had merely stepped on an insect. He slowly turned to face me.
“I am called Go Geuk Shin. Have you heard of me?”
Poison Hand Night Soul—Go Geuk Shin.
He was the Third Lord of the Blood Sea Demon Well, a demon who had plunged the Murim into terror with his Night Soul White Bone Claw alone.
―We are finished!
Despair flickered in the eyes of the Seven Sword Sect youths upon hearing Go Geuk Shin’s name.
He was a supreme demon who had terrorized the Murim for twenty years. With such a figure now present, they judged that no matter how formidable Bu Eunseol was, survival seemed impossible.
“A fitting name, I suppose.”
Yet I responded with perfect composure, as though I had merely encountered an elderly man out for a stroll.
“You don’t know my name?”
As Go Geuk Shin’s brow twitched, I wore an expression of utter indifference.
At my leisurely demeanor, Go Geuk Shin’s eyes flashed with a killing intent as sharp as a blade’s edge.
“Your martial techniques suggest you follow the Demonic Path. Which faction do you belong to?”
“It matters not.”
“What did you say?”
“Take these rabble with you and leave. I need to rest now.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Go Geuk Shin’s expression went blank for a moment.
“Hehehehe. Hehehehehehe!
Go Geuk Shin, who had thrown his head back in a long, booming laugh, suddenly cut it short and spoke.
“You’ve got some nerve, haven’t you?”
He regarded Bu Eunseol with a chilling gaze.
“In the past thirty years, you are the first to speak such words before me.”
As Bu Eunseol maintained her indifferent expression, a glacial killing intent dripped from Go Geuk Shin’s eyes.
“I won’t kill you immediately.”
At his unexpected words, Bu Eunseol blinked slightly, showing genuine surprise.
“Why not?”
“First, I will annihilate the sect you belong to. Then I will sweep away the Seven Sword Sect behind you, and only then will I kill you.”
The young disciples of the Seven Sword Sect trembled.
Those marked by the Blood Sea Demon Well’s execution order never failed to meet their end.
The Blood Sea Demon Well had become a terror in the Murim precisely because of such relentless and reckless pursuit.
“And then we shall see if you can still maintain your composure before me.”
Go Geuk Shin spoke while sweeping his piercing gaze across them.
“From this day forward, I place an execution order upon you. Hiding your identity will be useless. No matter where you flee, the demons of our main sect will pursue you to the ends of the earth.”
“Ugh…”
At those words, the young disciples of the Seven Sword Sect shuddered violently.
If hunted by the Blood Sea Demon Well, they would never know another peaceful night’s sleep.
“Has senility taken hold?”
As Bu Eunseol muttered toward Go Geuk Shin, a chilling crimson light flickered in her eyes.
“Unknown upstarts daring to declare they will sweep away my sect?”
“Your sect?”
Go Geuk Shin’s expression shifted to confusion before his eyes suddenly widened.
“What is your origin sect?”
“Nangya Sect.”
In that instant, Go Geuk Shin’s breathing constricted.
“The Nangya Sect?”
The Ten Demonic Gates—ten pillars supporting the Demonic Path.
They occupied the most exalted position that no Demonic Path cultivator dared approach, and their martial arts stood at the pinnacle of the Demonic Path.
Moreover, the Nangya Sect was the most unique and terrifying among the Ten Demonic Gates.
Though rumors spoke of its decline, this was only because worthy disciples capable of inheriting such formidable martial arts were rare.
Yet this arrogant wretch was a disciple of the Nangya Sect, where each individual possessed sect-level martial prowess?
“Who… who exactly are you?”
“Bu Eunseol.”
“Bu Eunseol?”
As the Third Lord of the Blood Sea Demon Well, Go Geuk Shin was well-versed in Murim intelligence.
He paused, weighing something carefully, then opened his mouth with grave deliberation.
“I heard that one of the Ten Demon Immortals from Nangya Sect had emerged into Murim… yet you were confined to such a desolate place?”
At Go Geuk Shin’s words, Bu Eunseol curved her lips into a faint smile.
Due to the martial philosophy of Nangya Sect—where one’s techniques evolved through combat—no distinctive marks or scars remained.
And Bu Eunseol’s Musang Cheonryu, which was not bound by any fixed sword technique, was even more so.
Having concealed her identity throughout and handled various matters, all who had faced her met certain death.
Because she wielded a sword technique that claimed lives without leaving the slightest trace, Bu Eunseol’s deeds had not become widely known.
When Bu Eunseol offered no response, Go Geuk Shin bit his lip.
“Even if I cannot touch you, I can utterly annihilate the Seven Sword Sect.”
Consumed by malice, he wore a vicious smile.
“Surely even Nangya Sect would not rashly meddle in disputes between the Demonic Path?”
Bu Eunseol, regarding Go Geuk Shin with composure, nodded with an indifferent expression.
“Stop spouting nonsense and simply keep your promise.”
“What did you say?”
Bu Eunseol laughed coldly and spoke.
“Annihilate my sect as promised, then attack the Seven Sword Sect.”
In that instant, Go Geuk Shin’s face hardened.
He had proclaimed with his own mouth that he would destroy the sect to which Bu Eunseol belonged, then attack the Seven Sword Sect.
In other words, until Nangya Sect was utterly destroyed, he could never touch the Seven Sword Sect.
Crunch.
Go Geuk Shin ground his molars.
No matter how much Blood Sea Demon Well was called a fearsome cursed ground of the Demonic Path, he lacked the audacity to touch Nangya Sect.
Eliminating Bu Eunseol without a trace was no easy task.
What if Bu Eunseol stubbornly clung to life in this duel?
Even if he achieved victory, Blood Sea Demon Well would be utterly annihilated by Nangya Sect.
Crunch.
Go Geuk Shin, swallowing humiliation once more, turned his body.
“We withdraw!”
The martial artists encircling the area then retreated like an ebbing tide.
“….”
For a time, silence flowed through the courtyard before Seogang Pavilion.
The young disciples of the Seven Sword Sect could not lift their faces.
It was none other than Gu Yang Cheong Jeong who broke that long and heavy silence.
“Was it because of us?”
She fixed her gaze upon Bu Eunseol as she turned, speaking thus.
“You revealed your identity because of us, didn’t you?”
“What are you saying?”
As Bu Eunseol turned around, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong’s large eyes sparkled.
“You were desperately concealing your identity, yet you boldly revealed yourself to that demon expert from Blood Sea Demon Well.”
She spoke with unwavering conviction.
“I wanted to protect you.”
Gu Yang Cheong Jeong spoke in a low voice, as if lost in a dream.
“Since the Blood Sea Demon Well was targeting the Seven Sword Sect… you deliberately revealed your identity to stop them.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“I was simply annoyed.”
Yet those words did not reflect her true heart.
Unlike my usual nature, I had yielded several times to the persistent pleas of Gu Yang Cheong Jeong, someone I had barely known.
In truth, I wished to observe these spirited young people a while longer.
For ahead lay only a path drenched in blood—the cruel fate of one of the Ten Demon Immortals.
‘Was this merely a fleeting escape?’
I turned away with a bitter smile.
The direction I walked was not toward Jinhyang Pavilion, but toward the exit of the inn.
Now that my identity had been revealed, I could no longer remain in Jinyang.
“Master Bu!”
At that moment, six young scholars rushed forward and clasped their hands together.
“Please grant the Seven Sword Sect the opportunity to repay your kindness!”
They dared not meet Bu Eunseol’s gaze directly, their heads bowed slightly, yet their eyes burned with earnest longing.
“Kindness.”
Bu Eunseol murmured the word softly, her expression bitter as she gazed toward the distant sky.
Kindness and resentment.
Once one’s feet touch the Murim, one can never escape the bonds of gratitude and grudge.
“If you believe such things exist, forget them.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head, weary of the complications.
“And forget that I exist, if you can.”
“Master.”
“It is simply time to leave, so I depart.”
More than two months had passed since I arrived in Jinyang.
Having fully absorbed all the insights gained from the fierce battles, I now needed to address the masters of the great path once more.
A blur of movement.
Bu Eunseol unfolded her movement technique in a single breath and vanished into the night, leaving the young scholars of the Seven Sword Sect to lower their heads in disappointment.
Only Gu Yang Cheong Jeong kept her gaze raised, watching that departing figure with distant eyes.
“Please…”
In that moment, Gu Yang Cheong Jeong prayed within her heart, again and again.
That next time, she would become skilled enough to hold onto that person.
And that they would surely meet again.

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