The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 191

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Chapter 191.
Unless Jegal Seowoon and his companions could shatter the White Immortal’s White Immortal Wave, they would remain trapped within the toxic miasma, awaiting death.
“Ugh…”
Groans erupted simultaneously from all four of their mouths.
They had truly reached their limit.
Though they managed to deflect the relentless barrage of attacks, their minds grew increasingly clouded as the toxic aura thickened around them.
‘Is this truly the end?’
Jegal Seowoon bit down on his lip.
Until now, there had never been a problem his stratagems could not solve—yet a single miscalculation had endangered not only his own life but those of his cherished companions as well.
Had he not refrained from bringing Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin, they would have faced a pitiful death without even the chance to resist.
‘It is finished…’
As his inner strength to resist the toxic miasma finally depleted, Jegal Seowoon’s grip loosened on the Jade Flower Immortal Needle.
And just as he closed his eyes,
Whoooosh!
A tremendous whirlwind suddenly erupted, swelling both his cheeks with its force.
Bu Eunseol had burst onto the scene, conjuring a devastating vortex that sent the White Immortal Wave spiraling into the void.
It was the third stance of the Fist Demon Seven Techniques—the Transcendent Whirlwind Lock.
“What is this?!”
The White Immortal’s eyes widened in shock.
How could a single person generate wind comparable to a dragon’s fury?
“Now!”
With the White Immortal Wave shattered, Jegal Seowoon’s mind snapped back into focus, and he wielded the Jade Flower Immortal Needle with renewed vigor.
His companions, too, rallied their strength and resumed their assault with full force.
‘These wretches…’
The White Immortal found himself forced to directly counter the overwhelming attacks of Jegal Seowoon’s group.
But there was another problem.
Bu Eunseol, who had intervened, did not join the fray—instead, her eyes blazed with intensity as she fixed an unwavering gaze upon him.
‘Why does she merely stare?!’
As the White Immortal continued to meet that piercing stare, his concentration fractured and his techniques began to falter.
Thud!
Within thirty breaths, Mo Yong Gyeong seized the opening and drove his keen blade through the White Immortal’s lungs,
Slash!
Jegal Seowoon’s Jade Flower Immortal Needle, dancing like the wind, carved a deep gash across his ribs,
Crack!
The Hwang Bo Brothers’ Heavenly King Triple Fist struck his vital acupoints—the Gate of Life and the Great Hammer Point.
Thus ended the White Immortal, who had cast Yang Gwang and its surroundings in terror for decades.
Though they were but young masters of the later generation, the combined supreme techniques of the Je Gal, Mo Yong, and Hwang Bo families had severed his life thread…
Perhaps it was not so inglorious a death after all.
“Stand aside!”
The Black Immortal’s hands trembled and his heart raced as he witnessed even the White Immortal meet such a gruesome end.
In truth, he had spotted several opportunities to escape.
Yet Hyuk So Jin, drenched in blood and unleashing countless absolute techniques, clung to him like a vengeful spirit refusing to let go.
“Get out of my way!”
The enraged Black Immortal unfurled the Black Demon Claw Formation with savage ferocity, like spreading flames of wrath.
Screech!
Five streaks of demonic energy tore through the void, pursuing Hyuk So Jin relentlessly no matter which direction he dodged.
His garments were shredded, blood streaming across his entire body.
Yet Hyuk So Jin pressed forward with eyes wide open, relentlessly sealing off every possible escape route for the Black Immortal.
“You bloodsucking leech! I said move!”
As Bu Eunseol and Jegal Seowoon’s group drew near, the Black Immortal unleashed a desperate, final strike.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Shadows of the pitch-black Black Demon Claw Formation erupted like shards of light, engulfing Hyuk So Jin’s body.
In that instant, the Black Immortal spun around swiftly.
He had chosen escape, accepting injury as the price.
“Heh. Where do you think you’re going?”
But it was the Black Immortal’s mistake.
Hyuk So Jin’s true absolute technique was the Divine Flame Demon Energy—Jeol Cheon Myul Ji’s supreme demonic art capable of redirecting any force at will.
Because he had only achieved the sixth level of mastery, he could not redirect the continuous barrage of attacks from a master like the Black Immortal, but…
A single, momentary strike?
Boom boom boom boom!
As Hyuk So Jin watched the torrential demonic energy descend, violet flames bloomed across his entire body.
Those flames instantly ensnared the cascading Black Demon Claw energy in their grasp.
Then, from the Black Immortal’s turned back—from the Divine Master Acupoint to the Gate of Life—they struck in a perfect line.
“Ughhhh!”
As the sharp demonic energy he himself had unleashed struck his back, the Black Immortal collapsed without even managing to deploy his movement technique.
“Ugh…”
The Black Immortal struggled to rise, but Hyuk So Jin moved faster.
Click.
Hyuk So Jin pressed the tip of his blade against the Black Immortal’s throat, his voice solemn.
“In your next life, abandon such Murim exploits and be born with white teeth instead.”
“What nonsense…”
The Black Immortal’s words did not continue.
Hyuk So Jin severed his carotid artery in one swift motion.
Click.
Sheathing his blade, Hyuk So Jin let his shoulders sag as a heavy groan escaped him.
“Ugh…”
His skin, lacerated by the Black Demon Claw Formation, hung in tatters, and with his energy depleted, his dantian throbbed with searing pain.
Yet he straightened his shoulders.
For he had faced alone and defeated the Black Immortal—a supreme master of the highest realm whom he could never have dared confront before.
‘Of course, it would have been difficult if Brother Bu hadn’t been watching from the shadows…’
I lifted my head to gaze at the sky, where the first light of dawn was already breaking through.
In Hyuk So Jin’s pupils, the luminous hues of the sky gradually dispelling darkness reflected with crystalline clarity.
In that moment, he experienced a profound stillness.
He was savoring the enlightenment gained from the fierce battle that had brushed against death itself.
“Bu Eunseol, Hyuk So Jin.”
Just then, Jegal Seowoon approached the two of them with cautious steps.
Behind him, the rest of the group followed, unable to conceal their astonishment.
Only the Hwang Bo Brothers and Mo Yong Gyeong, who had subtly disregarded Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin, now hung their heads in shame.
“You two have….”
Just as Jegal Seowoon opened his mouth with an expression of deep emotion,
“…!”
Bu Eunseol’s heightened senses sounded an alarm.
A sharp gaze pierced through the air, accompanied by the sensation of a venomous serpent laden with lethal poison brushing past the nape of my neck.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Bu Eunseol drew upon every ounce of the Beast Path’s perception.
My pupils dilated dramatically, pouring forth an otherworldly radiance, and I sensed the vital essence of every living creature within eighty paces.
Boom!
Pushing off the ground with explosive force, Bu Eunseol bounded eighty paces into the air and plunged into the deep, shadowed forest.
Having penetrated the forest’s depths in a single breath, Bu Eunseol gazed upon a towering ancient tree before me and unfurled both hands.
Simultaneously, cold and razor-sharp hidden blades erupted from both sleeves.
Whoosh!
The instant the hidden blades cascaded forth like meteors streaking across the night sky and were drawn into the ancient tree,
Clang! Clang!
With a peculiar metallic resonance, the hidden blades that had been soaring above the tree suddenly plummeted to the ground.
Swish.
In that moment, a faint silhouette appeared upon the tree’s branches.
It was the Masked Assassin, clad in a strange nocturnal garb that seemed to merge with the darkness itself.
‘These wretches again.’
Bu Eunseol understood in an instant.
How Yi Hun Gwang Ja had managed to elude the pursuit of the Orthodox Sects.
How the Black Immortal and White Immortal had been able to appear alongside Yi Hun Gwang Ja at the same time.
“…!”
The moment the Masked Assassin’s gaze fell upon the dark sword strapped to Bu Eunseol’s back, an otherworldly light flowed from both eyes.
Those eyes seemed strangely familiar somehow.
“Who are you?”
When Bu Eunseol asked, the Masked Assassin, instead of answering, lightly swept long fingers through the empty air.
Boom!
In that instant, a tremendous wave of force erupted from the void with immense pressure.
It felt as though an enormous reservoir of inner power was being unleashed, crushing my entire body beneath its weight.
‘Ugh!’
The overwhelming pressure crushed my body, and my vision blurred.
‘This power….’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened.
The power the Masked Assassin was unleashing was on par with Ji Ma Bu Ju Dan Wol Hon—an absolutely staggering level.
Bu Eunseol drew upon the Anti-Extreme Heart Method with all her strength.
Boom!
Crimson energy erupted from my entire body, soaring into the night sky.
Bu Eunseol stood rigid, gazing up at the towering tree, but the Masked Assassin had already vanished.
“Bu Hyung!”
At that moment, Hyuk So Jin’s cry rang out, followed by Jegal Seowoon and his companions rushing in behind him.
“What on earth happened?”
To Hyuk So Jin’s question as he descended from the air, Bu Eunseol spoke quietly.
“The Masked Assassin was here.”
“Again?”
Then Jegal Seowoon also descended and approached Bu Eunseol.
“What is the matter?”
“Someone was concealed in this place.”
“Here… you say?”
Jegal Seowoon, whose gaze followed where Bu Eunseol’s eyes were fixed on the towering tree, wore an astonished expression.
This forest was eighty-some paces away from the battlefield. Moreover, wasn’t Bu Eunseol in a state of exhaustion after a desperate life-or-death struggle, depleted of both inner force and vitality?
Yet to sense a master concealed at this distance so instantly….
‘This person possesses martial prowess beyond our ability to even evaluate.’
This was not only Jegal Seowoon’s thought, but also the shared sentiment of Mo Yong Gyeong and the Hwang Bo Brothers.
“Bu Xiaoxia. We do not know how to repay the grace you have shown us.”
At Jegal Seowoon’s words, Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“Think nothing of it. It was not to aid you.”
“But that….”
“It was merely a common wandering of the Gangho.”
Wandering the Gangho.
Countless martial artists speak of it and actually do it.
For one can simply be called a wanderer by traveling through the Gangho.
But the wandering Bu Eunseol spoke of was the act of facing the trials a martial artist must endure without evasion, overcoming them, and advancing oneself.
It was a passionate journey that even the direct descendants of the Eight Great Families, raised as precious as gold and jade, could never dare to emulate.
“It is merely a fleeting connection, nothing more.”
Bu Eunseol nodded calmly and turned to leave, when Mo Yong Gyeong stepped forward and clasped his hands.
“You two saved us, who knew nothing of the Gangho’s terror and acted like puppies. How can we simply let you depart?”
Then Hwangbo Cheongyeong and Hwangbo Jegyeong also stepped forward and clasped their hands.
“Indeed. Please grant us the opportunity to repay this debt.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“If you believe there is a debt… forget it.”
Bu Eunseol offered a thin smile and turned away without hesitation.
“That is how one repays a debt.”
She immediately deployed her movement technique and vanished into the forest.
Hyuk So Jin instantly followed suit, unfolding his own technique to pursue her.
But then he glanced down at his body, drenched in blood, and spoke with a troubled expression.
“Perhaps….”
At that, Jegal Seowoon’s companions all nodded eagerly.
“Please, speak freely.”
“Do you happen to have any decent wound salve?”
The utterly unexpected question left the group exchanging bewildered glances and blinking rapidly.
Then Jegal Seorin, standing behind them, hurriedly pulled a yellowish bottle from her robes.
“It’s White Scar Balm from the Han Rim Medical House.”
“Thank you.”
Hyuk So Jin accepted the medicine bottle and clasped his hands respectfully.
“I would appreciate it if you kept our involvement in this matter confidential. It would be better for all of us.”
The group had witnessed the true martial prowess and profound techniques of both Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin.
They had already deduced that the two were masters of the Ten Demonic Gates.
“What does it matter?”
Hwangbo Cheongyeong thumped his chest as he spoke.
“Though our paths differ, are there not many heroes in Murim who forge bonds of eternal friendship?”
Hwangbo Jegyeong quickly nodded in agreement.
“Precisely. This is fate—why not deepen our friendship from this point forward?”
Hyuk So Jin wore a bitter smile.
When he had thought them unremarkable, they had dismissed him so readily…
Yet the moment they learned of his exceptional martial skill and his position as a master of the Ten Demonic Gates, their attitudes shifted dramatically.
‘If I were to build bonds, I would do so with the Je Gal Family’s members, not with you.’
The Je Gal siblings possessed unpretentious natures and treated both of them without prejudice, trusting only in the strength they had witnessed with their own eyes.
Moreover, given the current state of affairs in Murim, any moderate exchange between the Demonic Path and the Orthodox Sects was impossible.
Hyuk So Jin had no desire to burden himself with unnecessary risk by cultivating bonds with the Hwangbo Brothers and other hollow individuals.
“We find ourselves in complicated circumstances….”
Hyuk So Jin, who had been regarding the Je Gal siblings with a faint smile, now clasped his hands in farewell.
“Perhaps we shall meet again when fortune permits.”
In that instant, embarrassment flooded the faces of Mo Yong Gyeong and the Hwangbo Brothers.
Though he had not spoken bluntly, Hyuk So Jin’s gaze remained fixed upon the Je Gal siblings—his meaning was unmistakably clear.
A sharp sound cut through the air.
He immediately deployed his movement technique and disappeared in the direction Bu Eunseol had gone.
….
All save the Je Gal siblings wore bitter expressions as they watched him vanish.
At least there was one consolation—they had learned a valuable lesson from this encounter…
Never again would they judge a person by appearance and reputation alone.
* * *
―The junior experts of the Je Gal, Mo Yong, and Hwang Bo Families have eliminated Yi Hun Gwang Ja and the Black and White Immortals!
―They were Jegal Seowoon, known as the Sick General, Mo Yong Gyeong, the Flash Sword, and the third and youngest of the Hwang Bo Family, called the Heavenly Collapse Twin Fists!
For some time, the Murim world bloomed with tales of the three great families.
Yi Hun Gwang Ja, who had masqueraded as Haeng Rim and slaughtered innocent commoners and young martial artists, bringing calamity upon the Murim.
The Black and White Immortals, expelled from the Ghost Gate, had inflicted countless harms upon the Murim for over twenty years.
These great demonic masters were defeated by mere junior experts of the three families?
―It must be a lie.
Regardless of other matters, the Black and White Immortals were known to have reached the Transcendent Realm long ago.
Five direct descendants of the three great families—not even the family heads—joining forces to eliminate three Transcendent Realm masters was an impossibility, even in death and resurrection.
―It has been confirmed as fact that they defeated Yi Hun Gwang Ja and the Black and White Immortals!
However, various intelligence organizations of the Murim revealed that Jegal Seowoon’s group had been hiding at a passage on Woo Jung Mountain, and it was indeed fact that they eliminated those demons.
But their subsequent movements were strange.
After the Jegal siblings and Mo Yong Gyeong, along with the Hwang Bo Brothers, returned to their families after defeating those terrifying demonic masters, they entered closed cultivation as if by agreement.
―Did they suffer grave injuries?
The protagonists, who had only to emerge and gain fame from their illustrious deeds, suddenly entered seclusion instead of stepping into the Murim?
Various intelligence organizations and sects poured forth speculation, yet no one offered a satisfying answer.
* * *
A cramped tavern in a small village.
“Hahaha.”
Hyuk So Jin drained the cup of wine and laughed heartily as he spoke.
“Having gained a reputation so immense that they cannot bear it has become their poison instead.”
Jegal Seowoon’s group lacked even the strength to kill Yi Hun Gwang Ja alone.
Yet rumors spread that they had simultaneously eliminated the great figure known as the Black and White Immortals….
In exchange for obtaining an overwhelming reputation and martial prestige they could not sustain, they had become unable to appear before people.
“Still, they used their heads well. Closed cultivation, no less.”
Hyuk So Jin chuckled.
In truth, they did not possess such strength…
So ultimately, they entered seclusion to elevate their martial prestige before emerging once more.
“In any case, Brother Bu’s choice was correct. Had I not involved myself in this matter, I would have truly missed a proper journey through the Gangho.”
Despite Hyuk So Jin’s chatter, Bu Eunseol merely tilted her wine cup in silence.
Finally, as the entire pot of wine was emptied, Bu Eunseol rose from her seat.
“Now we shall depart.”
“Where are we headed?”
Bu Eunseol gazed down at Hyuk So Jin with indifferent eyes and spoke.
“The Demon Palace.”

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