The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 159

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Chapter 159.
The martial artists of Hell Blood Sect who arrived at the Abandoned Manor had blackened fingernails and emitted a pungent, metallic stench from their bodies.
They were poison masters who had mastered supreme poison techniques, naturally exuding toxins from their very beings.
“Those bastards!”
Young Seon, the youngest of the Mudan Seven, who had arrived behind Bu Eunseol and was observing the poison masters of Hell Blood Sect, spoke in a low voice.
“The Blood Water Sect Master of Hell Blood Sect—Ok Ki Ryung.”
Ok Ki Ryung was the master of the Blood Water Sect, known throughout Hell Blood Sect as having mastered the most bizarre and peculiar poison techniques.
Young Heo let out a scoff as if swallowing his alarm and spoke.
“I wondered why she was so confident, but it was indeed a trap.”
The Mudan Seven believed that Bu Eunseol had been pretending to wander alone while actually positioning Hell Blood Sect masters throughout the area.
‘What is this now?’
Ok Ki Ryung was equally flustered.
He had come to intercept Bu Eunseol after pinpointing her location, only to find Daoist priests in robes clustered together.
“The Mudan Seven?”
Only then did Ok Ki Ryung’s eyebrows twitch as he discovered seven Daoist priests standing in the formation of the Big Dipper.
“Why are these foul-smelling Daoist charlatans gathered here?”
Ok Ki Ryung’s original objective had been to eliminate Bu Eunseol before she reached the Demon Palace.
From their perspective, Bu Eunseol was an enemy who had killed Yang Myeong, the Blood Ghost Party Master, and stolen the Spirit Killing Sword.
The fact that such a person had become a candidate for succession to Ma Cheon Je was absolutely unacceptable.
“Foul-smelling Daoist charlatans?”
Young Heo cried out, his brow furrowing.
“We humble monks have come to eliminate the seeds of the Demonic Path that disturb the Murim.”
In that instant, Ok Ki Ryung’s expression hardened.
If they spoke of seeds of the Demonic Path, then Ok Ki Ryung and the masters of the Blood Water Sect, who had come to eliminate Bu Eunseol, were included in that category, were they not?
At Young Heo’s words, Ok Ki Ryung swept his cold gaze across the Mudan Seven and Bu Eunseol before crying out sharply.
“Eliminate them all at once!”
The Blood Water Sect was one of Hell Blood Sect’s three renowned poison sects. Its members had cultivated Blood Shadow Poison Hand, one of Hell Blood Sect’s three supreme poison techniques, to at least the third rank.
Moreover, the Blood Shadow Poison Hand formation they employed created a dense, net-like formation, making retreat extremely difficult once it was deployed.
“Mudan Seven, eliminate all those demonic heretics!”
In that moment, Ok Ki Ryung unleashed his Blood Shadow Poison Hand technique toward Bu Eunseol from behind.
Boom!
As the formidable blood poison technique, capable of melting steel upon contact, began to engulf Bu Eunseol’s body,
Crash!
The toxic qi, however, rebounded as if striking an invisible wall and could not advance further.
Bu Eunseol had used the Demon Fist Seventh Form’s Demon Fist Initial Resonance to repel the Blood Shadow Poison Hand technique in a single breath.
“You wretch!”
Ok Ki Ryung, greatly enraged, intensified his assault and unleashed another poison technique.
But Bu Eunseol had already evaded, and Young Hyeon of the approaching Mudan Seven was instead engulfed by the poison technique.
“You bastards!”
The remaining Mudan Seven, furious, began to deploy their Ethereal Blue Swords against the masters of the Blood Water Sect.
“Do you think the Mudan Seven fear poison techniques?”
The Mudan Seven were cultivators bound together by nothing but pride.
As the poison masters of the Blood Water Sect unleashed their toxic qi, they unfurled the Yang Righteousness Sword and the Xiao Qing Sword, pushing back the poisonous assault.
Whoooosh.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss.
In that moment, Bu Eunseol deployed the Extreme Speed Shadowless technique and slipped away from the battlefield unnoticed.
‘Well done.’
Standing behind the vegetation, I watched the blood feud between the Mudan Seven and the Blood Water Sect unfold at leisure.
‘Indeed, the Mudan Seven… they unfurl their swords without regard for the Blood Water Sect’s poison techniques.’
I continued to observe the bitter struggle between the two forces with unhurried interest.
‘This won’t end quickly.’
The situation was evenly matched.
The Blood Water Sect held numerical superiority, but the Mudan Seven had committed themselves entirely to a defensive sword technique.
Their airtight sword barriers kept the poisoning effects to a minimal level.
‘Their defense is impressive, but they lack sharpness. That must be a characteristic of Wudang swordsmanship.’
Most Wudang sword techniques emphasized defense, resulting in a lack of penetrating power.
‘If it were the Tai Chi Wisdom Sword, it might be interesting. But the Xiao Qing Sword is tedious.’
Feeling bored, I watched the battle idly and let out a yawn.
“You foolish Daoist monks! That bastard is standing apart from the fight!”
Ok Ki Ryung, covered in blood, commanded his subordinates.
Only now did he notice that Bu Eunseol was standing apart from the battlefield, watching vacantly.
“What difference does that make?”
The Mudan Seven paid no attention and continued their swordplay with gritted teeth.
Most of them were mildly poisoned. Of course, they could have expelled the toxin with their formidable inner strength, but…
They were enraged at the poison masters of the Blood Water Sect, who relentlessly sprayed their toxins.
“You cursed servants of the Demonic Path! You have ravaged the Murim, spreading poison and causing harm to the innocent!”
Young Heo cried out with thunderous fury.
“Our sect will punish you, so accept it gracefully!”
Watching the fierce battle between the Mudan Seven and the Blood Water Sect, I turned away.
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Bu Eunseol left the Forest and entered a nearby Village.
I wandered through Market Street seeking a meal, but the Inn near midday was crowded with people.
‘Should I use a disguise.’
Whenever I passed, people stared as if marking me with their eyes.
Not only was my head a full head taller than ordinary men, but my refined features visible between my long hair attracted the gazes of not just women but men as well.
‘No, that’s unnecessary thinking.’
The Face Changing Bone Shifting technique could conveniently alter the facial skeletal structure, but it constantly consumed a tenth of one’s inner strength.
The problem was that even as Bu Eunseol’s cultivation level had risen, the consumption remained constant at a tenth.
‘There’s no helping it. Face Changing Bone Shifting exchanges the pathways and positions of the meridian channels.’
Merely altering the facial skeletal structure changed the pathways and positions of the meridians.
It disrupted Bu Eunseol’s smooth circulation of true qi, constantly draining away a full measure of her energy.
‘That place would do nicely.’
A small inn stood tucked away in an alley, some distance from Market Street.
The establishment was weathered, its signboard so decayed it was barely legible. It seemed the sort of inn frequented by locals seeking affordability rather than foreign travelers.
Creak.
As the door opened, the interior of the dilapidated inn came into view.
Though I had entered around midday, the place was nearly empty. Not a single patron was visible.
“Welcome.”
An elderly man clearing dishes greeted me warmly.
With barely seven tables in the establishment, it appeared the proprietor carried the dishes himself rather than employing staff.
“What will you have?”
Even as he spoke, the old man scratched his head awkwardly.
“We only have thin noodles and dumplings for food, and white liquor is all we stock.”
“Then bring me three bottles of white liquor.”
Since my inner power had surged dramatically, my appetite had diminished considerably.
I could go without food for four days without experiencing any real hunger—a consequence of reaching the fifth layer of the Half-Extreme Heart Method, where true qi circulated endlessly through my meridians.
Glug, glug.
The liquor I poured glass after glass soon emptied all three bottles.
Just as I was about to rise from my seat, a clear voice reached me from behind.
“Bu Eunseol.”
Turning, I saw a woman in white robes with a veil covering her face approaching from the inn’s entrance.
Her cool, piercing eyes held pupils like obsidian, beautiful enough to captivate the soul itself.
Yet an aura of untouchable dignity emanated from her entire being, and the sword at her waist seemed to radiate a bone-chilling coldness.
‘A master of Geom Gak.’
The precious blade hanging at the veiled woman’s waist was entirely white, from blade to scabbard.
In all of Murim, only one sect wielded such swords—Geom Gak.
“You are Bu Eunseol, one of the Ten Demon Experts of Nangya Sect, are you not?”
As our eyes met, I felt as though I stood alone atop a frozen lake.
“That is correct.”
When my straightforward answer came, silver light blazed in the veiled woman’s eyes.
It was as though she were shooting sword energy from her very gaze.
“I am Ah Yeon, a disciple of Geom Gak.”
She raised two fingers and pressed her palms together.
This was the Lotus Palm Salute, signifying a mind as pure as a lotus flower, untainted by worldly afflictions.
‘Geom Gak has roots in the Mystic Gate sect as well.’
While all disciples of Geom Gak kept their hair long, this was merely a form of lay cultivation practice.
Because the sect was rooted in the Mystic Gate tradition, its disciples maintained an austere demeanor.
“Do you have business with me?”
To my question, she replied in a voice both cold and measured.
“Since you appeared in Gangho, you have continuously slain masters of great renown. Do you acknowledge this fact?”
An unexpected question.
Bu Eunseol found it somewhat absurd, but she nodded while staring intently at Ah Yeon, the veiled woman.
“That is correct.”
“Then will you continue to harm the righteous masters of the Orthodox Sects?”
Killing the righteous masters was less a matter of Bu Eunseol’s will and more the result of the Demon Palace’s stern command.
Of course, now the order to kill had been suspended by Ma Cheon Je’s decree… but the Ten Demon Immortals and the righteous masters were destined to clash regardless.
“Is that why you’ve come to make a move?”
At the direct question, Ah Yeon fixed her cold gaze upon Bu Eunseol’s face.
“If you continue to harm innocent members of the Orthodox Sects…”
She continued in an icy voice.
“Then the Root Sect will have no choice but to lift the killing precept.”
Geom Gak was a mysterious female sect within the Murim, a place that exercised extreme restraint in Gangho activities.
Despite having produced righteous masters, they maintained virtually no presence in Gangho.
Even Bu Eunseol, who had memorized the characteristics of countless Gangho sects, treated Geom Gak as an exception.
Yet now they were sending disciples into Gangho to restrain her.
“Are you also a righteous master?”
Bu Eunseol asked bitterly, and Ah Yeon shook her head.
“No. I did not apply to become a righteous master.”
“Then you must be the legitimate successor of Geom Gak.”
At that question, her eyebrows rose slightly, but she remained silent.
Yet that alone was answer enough.
‘A successor, not a righteous master…’
Geom Gak had protected the Orthodox Murim through generations, eliminating the wicked.
Especially when a great demon that ordinary disciples could not handle appeared, they would send not common disciples, but their successor into Gangho.
“How amusing. I have become the villain of Tianxia that Geom Gak fears.”
As Bu Eunseol drew upon her inner power, her eyes began to gleam with the crimson light of the Demonic Blood, like burning coals.
“Then let us begin.”

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