The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 188

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Chapter 188.
Bu Eunseol saw through Gong Sun Gu Ryung’s dark intentions without hesitation, yet she revealed the reason willingly.
“Carrying that enormous bamboo chest was a mistake.”
Her eyes deepened as if recalling something from long ago.
“Since childhood, I carried large bamboo chests filled with ritual items wherever I went.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
When Gong Sun Gu Ryung’s expression showed complete bewilderment, Bu Eunseol continued matter-of-factly.
“The human spine naturally curves. But the bamboo chests used for transporting goods are far too large for an adult to carry, and they extend down to the buttocks.”
She extended her finger, pointing to Gong Sun Gu Ryung’s waist as he carried the bamboo chest.
“Therefore, those who carry large bamboo chests for extended periods naturally bend their waists slightly to adjust the angle.”
Bu Eunseol indicated Gong Sun Gu Ryung’s posture—shoulders hunched low and waist bent excessively.
“You bent your waist like a bow to appear as an ordinary young man. But a peddler without martial prowess could never carry a basket that way. His back would hurt too much to walk.”
“Heh heh heh. So that’s what it was.”
Gong Sun Gu Ryung finally burst into sinister laughter upon realizing the secret he hadn’t known.
“From now on, I shouldn’t bother carrying such boxes.”
At that, Hwangbo Cheongyeong, who was encircling him from both sides, laughed arrogantly.
“Gong Sun Gu Ryung. Do you think there will be days ahead after today?”
As Hwangbo Cheongyeong interjected abruptly, a sickly murderous aura bloomed in Gong Sun Gu Ryung’s eyes.
“Don’t meddle, whelp.”
“Whelp? Do you know who we are?”
“Hahahaha!”
Gong Sun Gu Ryung suddenly burst into wild laughter.
That laughter carried inner force, causing the mountains and rivers to resonate with a deafening ring.
“I know well enough that you’re the spawn of the Eight Great Families.”
“Then you understand this will be your last day.”
When Jegal Seowoon responded coldly, Gong Sun Gu Ryung laughed with sinister amusement instead.
“Do you think you’re clever? That you’ve pinpointed my location?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I knew everything from the start. That you whelps from three families were independently pursuing me.”
In that instant, the smile vanished from Jegal Seowoon’s lips.
Gong Sun Gu Ryung’s words completely shattered all the predictions of Jegal Seowoon, who had planned everything thus far.
“Starting with the fact that the pursuers sent by the three families are surrounding the area near Dae Myeong Mountain….”
Gong Sun Gu Ryung grinned widely, baring his white teeth.
“All the way to you uniting to guard this passage.”
As he smiled wickedly, the artificial skin he had applied to his face moved unnaturally, creating an eerie atmosphere.
The corners of Jegal Seowoon’s eyes twitched.
Gong Sun Gu Ryung’s words meant not only that all information within the three families had been leaked, but that a superior intelligence organization was assisting him.
“Then why did you come here knowing that?”
Mo Yong Gyeong, who had been listening silently, asked, and Gong Sun Gu Ryung smirked.
“Because I wanted to flay the skin off young, tender bodies rather than old, weathered ones.”
He licked his lips, gazing at Bu Eunseol with an expression of rapture.
“I have found a treasure that eluded me for decades of searching.”
Beneath the Mask-Changing Bone-Shifting technique, Bu Eunseol’s features and complexion appeared ordinary.
Yet Yi Hun Gwang Ja, who had dissected countless humans over decades, seemed to pierce through to her true skin beneath the disguise.
“Indeed, it was wise to heed that one’s words. Hehehehe.”
‘That one?’
In that instant, a flash of insight streaked through Bu Eunseol’s mind.
The mysterious masked figures aboard the Gyoryong Bang vessel suddenly materialized in her thoughts.
“Your words mean nothing, Gong Sun Gu Ryung.”
Mo Yong Gyeong stepped forward with an impassive expression.
“Your death remains an immutable fact regardless.”
Shing.
Mo Yong Gyeong drew a sharp blade from his waist.
The Hwang Bo Brothers then radiated a keen aura as they elevated their inner force.
Just as the situation teetered on the brink of violence, Jegal Seowoon cried out in a commanding voice.
“Seorin, now!”
It was a common tactic among fugitives—to assume a fighting stance only to suddenly attempt escape.
Knowing this well, they immediately deployed a formation to seal off the escape route.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.
As grass blades whispered against one another, the flat open ground blurred at its edges, and a faint mist coiled around the perimeter.
Jegal Seorin, hidden within the trees, had activated her formation.
“The Je Gal Family’s Predetermined Hexagon Formation?”
Gong Sun Gu Ryung, who had instantly discerned the formation, wore a cruel smile.
“So you thought I would flee.”
The Predetermined Hexagon Formation was hardly a remarkable technique—merely a simple directional barrier.
Its sole purpose was to confuse spatial awareness and prevent proper escape through encirclement.
“Children dreaming foolish dreams. Hehehehe.”
“Hmph. Does the Main House not know that we do not act without confidence?”
Jegal Seowoon, his confidence restored, smiled.
His companions all possessed martial prowess at the pinnacle, and they had Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin—exceptional masters among them.
Even if his opponent’s strength approached the transcendent realm, their combined force was more than sufficient.
“A murderer should mind his tongue.”
Hwangbo Cheongyeong, one of the Hwang Bo Brothers flanking Gong Sun Gu Ryung, adjusted his Thunderous Armor Fists and lowered his stance.
“Shall we begin?”
Jegal Seowoon then drew his Six-Harmony Whip, and Mo Yong Gyeong raised his blade high.
Yet something was amiss.
Though combat was imminent, Bu Eunseol’s brow remained deeply furrowed, her gaze fixed solely upon the space behind Gong Sun Gu Ryung.
“Bu Xiaoxia.”
Jegal Seowoon opened his mouth in confusion when—
Whooooom!
At that moment, the earth trembled with a low rumble.
From Gong Sun Gu Ryung’s body, a sharp aura erupted alongside an enormous wave of vital energy that surged toward the heavens.
The shockwave possessed a distinctly visible form that could be perceived by the naked eye.
“This cannot be.”
Jegal Seowoon’s eyes widened as an unexpected sight unfolded before him.
The materialization of vital energy.
Was this not a display of power that only masters who had reached the perfected transcendent realm alongside this man’s inner cultivation could manifest?
“How is this possible….”
Even Mo Yong Gyeong and the Hwang Bo Brothers gaped in astonishment.
But Jegal Seowoon quickly regained his composure and shouted.
“Do not panic. Did we not anticipate that this man’s martial prowess might have entered the transcendent realm?”
The reason I had painstakingly recruited Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin was precisely for circumstances such as these.
“If we can merely withstand his offensive, we are more than capable of handling him.”
Hwangbo Jegyeong then clenched his fist with confident resolve.
“Your words ring true. We brothers….”
Hwangbo Jegyeong’s confident declaration never reached its conclusion.
A tremendous explosive sound tore through the air!
An enormous force of energy cascaded down upon the spot where the Hwang Bo Brothers stood.
“Who goes there!”
The startled Hwang Bo Brothers immediately threw themselves to either side.
A deafening crash erupted!
In the place where they had stood, a palm-shaped crater materialized in the earth.
The destructive power was so terrifying that it defied belief even when witnessed with one’s own eyes.
A sharp whistling sound pierced the air.
As the dust that had billowed upward dispersed in the breeze,
A peculiar clicking sound echoed forth.
Strange footsteps could be heard approaching.
Though the path was clearly one of grass and earth, the sound rang out as though someone walked upon marble.
Click.
Two men finally emerged from the haze.
The figure on the left wore garments as white as snow, while the one on the right was clad entirely in black.
Their skin tones even matched their attire—the left figure’s complexion was pallid as though powdered white, while the right figure’s skin was as dark as ground ink.
The sound that accompanied their footsteps came from the wooden clogs they wore.
“None of these wretches look particularly appetizing,” the one in black garments spoke, revealing teeth stained dark as coal.
“A waste of my palate.”
The one in white then smiled brightly, displaying pointed teeth.
“They look serviceable enough to me. They might prove entertaining to keep around for a while.”
A shudder ran through Jegal Seowoon’s frame as he beheld these grotesque newcomers.
His body trembled faintly.
These were beings of nightmare made manifest.
The name of the most grotesque and cruel master in the Murim flashed through his mind.
“The Black and White Immortals…!”
The Black and White Immortals.
Demons expelled from the Blood Gate, one of the Four Cursed Grounds of the Murim, due to their grotesquely depraved tastes.
The Black Immortal, a being of immense strength, murdered for the sake of consuming human flesh, while the White Immortal indulged in slaughtering women without reason and took pleasure in unnatural desires.
They had long since become enemies of the Righteous Path and vanished from the Murim ages ago—yet why did they appear here?
‘It was a trap!’
Jegal Seowoon’s instincts screamed a warning.
The Black and White Immortals, whose traces had gone cold long ago, and Yi Hun Gwang Ja appeared simultaneously? This was no mere coincidence.
“That one’s hide belongs to me.”
At that moment, Yi Hun Gwang Ja pointed toward Bu Eunseol and spoke.
“I won’t yield that one’s skin to anyone, even in death.”
“Hehehehe. No need to worry.”
The White Immortal, grinning while concealing his pointed teeth, extended a finger.
“I prefer sturdy, masculine youths like those over some delicate girl.”
In that instant, the Hwang Bo Brothers’ complexions drained of color.
The White Immortal’s extended finger was pointing directly at them.
“Then it’s settled.”
The Black Immortal gazed up at the towering ancient tree across from him, baring his blackened teeth.
“The child hiding up there belongs to me.”
His gaze fixed upon the ancient tree where Jegal Seorin lay concealed.
“Soft enough to swallow whole, it seems.”
Crunch.
As the Black and White Immortals ground their dark teeth together with a smile, Jegal Seowoon, Mo Yong Gyeong, and the Hwang Bo Brothers felt their very souls slipping away.
‘How is this possible.’
A nightmare beyond imagination was unfolding before their eyes.
Yi Hun Gwang Ja, known to possess the martial prowess of a peak-stage master, had reached the perfected realm of transcendence.
Behind him stood a terrifying intelligence network that made mockery of the Eight Great Families’ information gathering, and a formidable figure like the Black and White Immortals appeared to aid him?
Victory was impossible—escape itself was now beyond reach.
‘I was mistaken all along.’
Jegal Seowoon finally understood.
Why the pursuit forces of three great families had united to chase a single murderer.
Why the elders of the families had refused his counsel and declined to divide their forces.
‘The lords anticipated even these unforeseen circumstances, which is why they refused to split the pursuit team further.’
Jegal Seowoon lowered his head.
No matter how clever one’s strategies, compared to seasoned masters of the Gangho, he remained but an inexperienced youth lacking experience.
He had learned that in the battles of the Murim, misjudging the enemy’s strength meant death.
“Shall we begin the cleanup?”
Whoosh!
The Black Immortal moved first, licking his lips as he leaped toward the ancient tree.
Yet Jegal Seowoon and his companions remained standing with vacant gazes.
The moment they felt such extreme terror, their bodies froze involuntarily.
“Hehehehe.”
Just as the Black Immortal finally reached up toward the ancient tree where Jegal Seorin was hiding,
Crackle.
A flame brilliant as the sun erupted across the night sky,
Boom!
Five torrents of power tore through the air, cascading upon the Black Immortal’s chest and face.
“Kugh!”
As the razor-sharp power descended, the Black Immortal had no choice but to pivot his body and land back on the ground.
“Who are you!”
Thud.
Upon landing, the Black Immortal’s eyes widened as he saw the Young Scholar standing before him.
“How is this possible….”
Bu Eunseol, who had been standing in front of Yi Hun Gwang Ja all along, had somehow moved to block the Black Immortal’s path.
In that instant, not only the Black Immortal but Yi Hun Gwang Ja and the White Immortal as well blinked in disbelief.
How had Bu Eunseol, who had been standing right before them, moved to intercept the Black Immortal without anyone noticing?
“Such a mysterious movement technique exists in the Murim….”
The Black Immortal let out an exclamation of intrigue.
“I have devoured countless young fools throughout my years, yet I have never encountered one with such a concealed movement technique as yours.”
Regardless of his praise, Bu Eunseol gazed calmly toward the empty space opposite her.
“So Jin.”
“Yes.”
“Handle this one.”
“Understood.”
With a low acknowledgment, Hyuk So Jin, who had been concealing his presence all this while, stepped forward before the Black Immortal.
“Ugh.”
Upon descending to the ground, Hyuk So Jin caught sight of the Black Immortal’s blackened teeth and spoke while suppressing his revulsion.
“When was the last time you brushed those?”
‘This insolent brat….’
Crack.
In that moment, thick veins of blood bulged across the Black Immortal’s forehead,
“Die!”
Five sharp streaks of power descended upon Hyuk So Jin’s face.
At last, the Black Immortal’s supreme technique, the Black Energy Demon Claw, had been unleashed.

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