The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 162

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Chapter 162.
Without hesitation, Bu Eunseol unfurled the Musan Cheonryu as she faced Jin Ja Myeong.
Ching! Whirring!
The sword momentum of the Ink Blade expanded ceaselessly, cleaving through the blood wraiths.
However, the blood wraiths possessed bodies harder than iron, resistant enough that even the Ink Blade could not sever them in a single strike.
Whoooosh!
Against that torrential poison assault, Bu Eunseol deployed the Eogijip Poison technique while continuing to slash and cut.
Drenched in blood as she severed the blood wraiths, Bu Eunseol appeared as majestic as the celestial figure annihilating demons.
At this desperate yet fierce struggle, not only Jin Ja Myeong but even Ah Yeon, watching from atop the Daeung Hall, gasped.
‘That woman…’
Bu Eunseol’s fierce and intense movements were seared into Ah Yeon’s mind like a fire brand.
‘Does such a sword technique exist in the Murim?’
Geom Gak pursued spiritual cultivation through the sword and aimed to accumulate virtue and practice righteousness.
Yet witnessing Bu Eunseol’s sword technique, did not the sword intent of Geom Gak that she had followed until now feel like nothing more than a petty ambition unable to face reality?
“Truly, one of the Ten Demon Immortals of Nangya Sect!”
At that moment, Jin Ja Myeong, observing the chaos, extended a palm strike toward Bu Eunseol.
Boom!
Then black lightning-like ink force poured forth into the void, darkening the space around Bu Eunseol.
It was the Black Heaven Blood River Technique, the supreme poison art of Hell Blood Sect.
“There is no way to block this!”
The Black Heaven Blood River Technique seized the space where the enemy existed and dispersed poison in an instant.
It was something that could not be prevented from poisoning, whether one held their breath or buried themselves underground.
Flash!
In that instant, intense blood light blazed forth from Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Simultaneously, mist-like sword energy began pouring endlessly from the Ink Blade held in her right hand.
Yet something was strange.
The sword energy that filled the surroundings like mist was not flowing toward Jin Ja Myeong, but rather pouring inward toward Bu Eunseol’s body itself.
Sssssss!
The sword energy pouring around Bu Eunseol layered upon itself, then suddenly created an enormous invisible barrier.
The sixth technique of Musan Cheonryu, the supreme technique of Eternal Constancy had finally been unleashed.
“What is that?”
Jin Ja Myeong’s eyes widened.
The Black Heaven Blood River Technique that had seized the space around Bu Eunseol was being blocked by the enormous sword energy barrier and slowly dissipating.
“Poison art being annihilated by sword energy?”
Poison art, formless like the wind, does not dissipate until its original force is exhausted.
Yet the pouring Black Heaven Blood River Technique was vanishing in white smoke each time it touched the sword energy.
“You! You infused the sword energy with intense heat-fire true qi!”
The natural enemy of poison art is fire.
Bu Eunseol, who had long understood the danger of poison arts, created a sword technique capable of defending against even the most vicious poisons when she devised the Musan Cheonryu.
However, to exert such extreme heat-yang force as heat-fire true qi, one had to either master an extreme-yang internal cultivation method or possess internal power exceeding three sixty-year cycles.
At last, I deployed the Waterborne Phantom technique—a skill I had been unable to use due to insufficient inner power until now.
Whoosh!
As the Black Heaven Blood Descent technique, exposed to the blazing inferno, became useless, Jin Ja Myeong’s vulnerability while executing poison techniques at close range lay bare.
Flash!
In that instant, the Meteor Chasing Moon technique unfolded, but—
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The blood phantoms near Jin Ja Myeong blocked it with their bodies.
“Curse you!”
Enraged, Jin Ja Myeong drew upon the power of the Twelve Stars and deployed the Black Heaven Blood Descent technique once more.
Screech! Crackle! Crackle!
Yet Bu Eunseol did not yield, unfolding the Waterborne Phantom again to defend against the poison techniques.
While maintaining that stance, I unleashed fist techniques to strike down blood phantoms or scattered hidden blades.
When that proved insufficient, I absorbed attacks with my body and relentlessly targeted Jin Ja Myeong’s throat.
Thump-thump.
Ah Yeon’s heart burned hot as she watched the battle unfold.
Though she had trained her sword ceaselessly until reaching the Transcendent Realm, she had never witnessed a struggle so desperate.
Falling as though about to collapse, then rising again like a tumbling doll.
Swinging a sword one moment, then striking blood phantoms with fists the next. Where poison techniques struck, wounds opened and blood sprayed from the reversed toxin.
That desperate battle was the very incarnation of Asura itself.
‘This is swordsmanship. This is the Murim.’
Bu Eunseol’s fight—the unyielding spirit and blazing gaze—set even her warrior’s soul ablaze.
This is the Gangho!
This is battle!
Bu Eunseol seemed to proclaim it with her entire being.
And it shook Ah Yeon’s heart profoundly—she who had quietly honed her blade at Geom Gak.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, white radiance embroidered the void.
Stimulated by Bu Eunseol’s warrior’s soul, Ah Yeon descended below the Daeung Hall and unfolded her sword technique against the blood phantoms.
Slice! Whistle!
Her swordsmanship was the opposite of Bu Eunseol’s—the grave and restrained blade art of the Mysterious Gate.
With each swing of her sword, the surrounding blood phantoms had their meridians severed and their movements ceased.
Bu Eunseol nodded, observing how cleanly she severed tendons and meridians without even a cry.
‘Truly, the next Sword Lord.’
As she unleashed her full power in swordsmanship, its might seemed to split the earth and cleave the heavens.
Slash! Crack!
“Aaagh!”
“Kek!”
With Ah Yeon joining the battle, the blood phantoms’ formation crumbled in an instant.
As Bu Eunseol slaughtered the remaining blood phantoms, Jin Ja Myeong had no choice but to retreat in bitter defeat.
“Withdraw!”
The retreat of the Blood Fiends was swift.
In an instant, they flowed out of the forest like an ebbing tide, leaving behind only corpses drenched in blood.
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Chirp chirp. Crackle.
The quiet chirping of insects and the crackling of burning wood broke the silence of the tranquil forest.
Bu Eunseol and Ah Yeon sat in a daze with a campfire between them.
When one exhausts their full strength in martial arts, emptiness descends rather than mere fatigue.
The two of us, having slain some fifty Black Fiends as hard as steel, sat in place as if by mutual agreement, taking our rest.
“Sigh.”
Then Ah Yeon exhaled deeply and adjusted the cloth mask she wore.
From the battle, blood had not merely splattered but dripped down in steady streams.
Whoosh.
Eventually, she removed the blood-soaked mask.
In that instant, the area around the campfire seemed to brighten.
Ah Yeon’s face, now unveiled, was as beautiful as So Gung Ju of Shin Nyeo Gung—a beauty that would not tip the scales even a hair’s breadth if weighed against hers.
‘Is she pretending to be indifferent?’
Though I had grown up in Geom Gak all my life, I had never seen anyone—child or adult—fail to show surprise upon seeing my face.
Yet Bu Eunseol had given me only a single glance, as if I were a passing dog.
As the lengthy silence continued, Ah Yeon finally spoke.
“Won’t you thank me?”
When Bu Eunseol frowned, she spoke boldly.
“If I hadn’t stepped in this time, you would have faced quite the ordeal.”
Following Hyeonok Pavilion came Dokro Hall—a hundred masters attacked Bu Eunseol in succession.
Had she not joined the fray, it would have been a battle from which I could never have emerged completely victorious.
“I never asked for your help.”
At this cold reply, Ah Yeon nearly burst into laughter.
‘This one would have fought on without hesitation, whether I helped or not.’
Currently, the Murim is stable under the forces of the Righteous Path, and disciples of each sect can easily master higher martial arts.
Because of this, figures like Bu Eunseol who burn their martial spirit with their lives on the line are rare to find.
Moreover, had he not study the flaws in martial arts by observing corpses?
‘No matter how I look at it, his nature doesn’t seem bad.’
Bu Eunseol of Nangya Sect—one of the Ten Demon Immortals, rumored to be a Demon Lord who had ruthlessly slaughtered numerous masters.
Yet his true nature seemed far closer to that of a passionate, burning warrior.
“Your swordplay is remarkable.”
Wanting to converse with Bu Eunseol a bit more, she changed the subject.
“I’ve heard that aside from Beast Blade, Nangya Sect has no established martial arts between sects.”
“….”
“Then the sword technique you just displayed—did you learn it from Nangya Sect? Or did you create it yourself?”
No matter how many questions she posed, no answer came.
“Fine then. Let me ask just one thing.”
Ah Yeon looked directly at Bu Eunseol and spoke.
“They say you killed the grandson of the White Horse Sect Master. So why are the masters of Hell Blood Sect chasing you?”
She continued speaking with confidence.
“Since we crossed blades and fought together, I deserve at least that much of an answer.”
Bu Eunseol merely stared at the campfire with vacant eyes.
Then Ah Yeon’s eyes sparkled, and she spoke in a low voice.
“But I noticed earlier that your swordsmanship has a critical flaw.”
“A flaw?”
At that, a glimmer of light flashed across the eyes of Bu Eunseol, who had been sitting like a stone monument.
“What flaw exists in my swordsmanship?”
“So you’re finally answering.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Ah Yeon held a faint smile and narrowed her eyes.
“You didn’t answer mine either.”
Only then did Bu Eunseol realize she had been deceived, and her expression turned harsh.
But whether it was because she had nothing to say or because she didn’t want to be entangled with her, this time she simply closed her eyes completely.
Seeing this, Ah Yeon could be certain.
This person was not evil.
Though her expression and tone were as cold as ice.
She knew well that people of such character could never become truly wicked.
“Why do you walk the path of Asura?”
Ah Yeon’s expression showed incomprehension.
“You could have made a different choice.”
“You speak strangely.”
Finally, Bu Eunseol furrowed her brow and opened her eyes.
“Then why did you enter Geom Gak?”
“As an orphan, what choice did I have? I was simply led by my master’s hand to Geom Gak.”
Then Bu Eunseol answered calmly.
“Such is the nature of the world.”
Turning her gaze to the campfire, she continued softly.
“People believe they can choose many things, but in truth, everything is shrouded in fate and inevitability. Humans can actually choose very little.”
“Is the battle between the Righteous Master and the Ten Demon Immortals also such?”
Bu Eunseol looked directly at Ah Yeon for the first time and answered.
“It is.”
Only then could Ah Yeon faintly comprehend something.
That there was something between the Righteous Master and the Ten Demon Immortals that she did not know.
And that Bu Eunseol had no choice in the matter.
“I see.”
Bu Eunseol was neither evil nor a great demon who delighted in slaughtering righteous masters.
Then there was no need to exact an oath from her.
‘First, I should return to Geom Gak.’
As she made up her mind and began to rise,
Crunch, crunch.
The sound of light footsteps echoed from a distance.
After some time had passed, a Taoist carrying a large bundle appeared before the mountain gate.
He possessed a sturdy frame, and his eyes gleamed with vitality. Though not exceptionally handsome, his well-proportioned features and sharp facial structure gave him an approachable appearance.
“Are you Bu Eunseol, one of the Ten Demon Immortals who defeated three masters of the Righteous Path consecutively in Jeongju?”
Bu Eunseol stared intently at the man’s waist instead of answering.
A Tai Chi sword, the kind used by Wudang Sect disciples, hung there.
“Who are you?”
“I am Song Ak, a disciple of Wudang.”
The Taoist flashed a brilliant smile at Bu Eunseol.
“And I am also the master of the Righteous Path you have been so eagerly seeking.”

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