The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 200

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Chapter 200.
“What is that now?”
Jeon Il Hon’s eyebrows shot up as he waited for the opening to deliver the final blow to Bu Eunseol.
Manifesting true energy into a tangible form through the blade, reshaping it into something entirely new?
‘This one will cause real trouble.’
The only saving grace was that despite manifesting her true energy, Bu Eunseol’s eyes remained vacant and unfocused, as though she couldn’t see him at all.
‘I must kill her quickly.’
Jeon Il Hon felt a surge of urgency.
If he didn’t sever her life force immediately, those overwhelming torrents of true energy would pierce right through his body.
Whoosh!
In an instant, his form vanished from Bu Eunseol’s field of vision.
The supreme secret technique of the Residual Shadow Return—the Eternal Crimson Void had been unleashed.
Crack!
Jeon Il Hon’s body suddenly erupted from below, directly beneath Bu Eunseol.
The Eternal Crimson Void—a vicious technique that feigned disappearance from the enemy’s sight, swept across the ground in approach, and pierced all vital acupoints with lightning-fast sword strikes.
“Die!”
Just as dozens of luminous points from the Soulless Blade converged to pierce Bu Eunseol’s body,
It stopped.
The Soulless Blade suddenly halted less than half an inch from the space between her brows.
The manifested true energy flowing from his body and blade had woven around the Soulless Blade like a spider’s web.
“This cannot be.”
Jeon Il Hon’s eyes widened in shock.
Masters who had reached the Transcendent Realm could manifest their inner energy into tangible form.
But even with manifestation, it could only take the shape of weapons or sharp objects—it was impossible to freely reshape it into any desired form.
Whoosh.
Yet suddenly, with a deflating sound, the manifested true energy that had been coiling around the Soulless Blade dissolved into nothingness.
Thud!
Simultaneously, the dark blade slid softly into Jeon Il Hon’s chest like The Demon’s sweet tongue.
Thump.
Jeon Il Hon slowly collapsed to his knees, his expression hollow.
To the naked eye, only the blade tip had lightly pierced his chest skin.
But the terrifying reverse-polarity true energy contained within the dark blade had crushed his meridians with catastrophic pressure.
“You have transcended the Transcendent Realm.”
Jeon Il Hon’s face fell into despair.
Not only could she freely manifest true energy into tangible form, but the overwhelming inner power to shatter meridians in an instant.
Such techniques were far beyond what a master of the Transcendent Realm should possess.
Hisss.
White vapor rose from Bu Eunseol’s body as she deployed the Dual Meaning True Formation.
Unleashing the Dual Meaning True Formation without the Purification Secret Method caused her vital energy to surge violently in an instant.
“I have not transcended it.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head calmly.
“Not yet….”
This was the secret of the Yeouui True Formation she had obtained from Ma Cheon Je’s Sak Jeong Bi Gyeol—she had merely materialized her inner energy freely for a single instant.
The time she could maintain this materialization was fleeting, and its effectiveness fell far short of half its potential.
“I can only sustain it for an extremely brief moment.”
But Jeon Il Hon never heard those words, his breath already leaving him.
Perhaps believing he had fallen to a master of the Extreme Heavenly Realm, his eyes closed with an expression devoid of regret.
“Aaahhh!”
In that instant, another agonized scream pierced the air.
Go Ryong Poong’s neck was severed by the torrential blood-piercing arrows that Hyuk So Jin unleashed.
With the sect leader Jeon Il Hon and the vice leader Go Ryong Poong dead, further resistance was meaningless.
Moreover, as Hyuk So Jin disposed of Go Ryong Poong, the Maban Sect disciples who had been fighting with all their might lost their will to continue.
With masters of such caliber standing against them, victory was utterly impossible.
Whoosh! Shwooosh!
As their movements grew sluggish, the hidden weapons wielded by Wi Cheon Gyeong’s unit gleamed with renewed brilliance.
Once they severed the Maban disciples’ movements and formation, the remaining unit members swiftly cut them down.
“We surrender!”
Several Maban disciples dropped their weapons and abandoned resistance, yet the Mubon Squad’s assault did not cease.
Bu Eunseol had ordered them erased. And the squad members were faithfully executing that command.
Clang.
At last, the final resisting Maban disciple’s weapon fell to the ground.
The fierce battle had finally ended.
“Haah, haah.”
Even as the battle concluded, the Mubon Squad members breathed heavily, their entire bodies radiating killing intent as they gripped their weapons.
Not a single one remained unscathed.
From minor lacerations to fingers severed and flesh torn away to expose bone, their wounds varied in severity.
Yet there were no deaths. All had survived, their lives preserved.
One hundred against thirty.
In this impossible engagement, they had achieved a crushing victory—both against their enemies and against themselves.
“It’s over.”
Then a low voice awakened their consciousness.
Turning their heads, they saw figures standing shoulder to shoulder, regarding them.
Though drenched in blood, an inviolable majesty flowed from their entire beings, as if they were martial gods descended from the heavens themselves.
It was Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin.
Shiver.
All the squad members trembled.
For the first time in their lives, they had poured out everything they possessed. Their blood boiled, their spirits burned white-hot and crumbled to ash.
And following that… the exhilaration of victory.
“Uooohhh!”
The Mubon Squad members roared like beasts unleashed, their voices thundering across the battlefield.
The sky trembles and the earth roars.
It was a cry of anguish poured forth by warriors who, for the first time, had burned both body and soul to perfection.
* * *
―Hwasan and Jongnam Sect have driven the Maban Sect out of Seomseong!
The Maban Sect, fearless in their rampage through Hwasan and Jongnam’s territories, had slaughtered disciples and destroyed the Martial Arts Training Hall.
In the end, what awaited them was the tragic conclusion of complete annihilation.
Yet strange rumors followed in its wake.
―But it was the masters dispatched from the Demon Hall who dealt with the Maban Sect Leader and his inner circle!
While Hwasan and Jongnam Sect swept through the Maban Sect’s stronghold, Jeon Il Hon, the Maban Sect Leader, and his hundred-odd subordinates were fleeing northward.
Though the masters of Jongnam and Hwasan pursued them in haste, they were already discovered as mangled corpses before a nameless mountain cave.
And it was said that all the wounds bore the exquisite marks of Demonic Path swordplay and concealed blade techniques.
―When exactly did the Demon Hall dispatch such masters?
The warriors of Murim could not hide their shock and horror.
To identify the escape route of over a hundred elite masters including the Maban Sect Leader and eliminate them perfectly would require at least two to three hundred masters.
Yet no such force had ever entered Seomseong.
―Was this all a scheme of the Demon Hall?
That couldn’t be.
If the Demon Hall had dispatched a massive unit capable of sweeping away Jeon Il Hon, a master of the highest realm, and over a hundred first-rate masters?
Even if other intelligence organizations remained ignorant, Hwasan and Jongnam could not possibly be unaware.
―Does the Demon Hall possess a military unit in Seomseong capable of deceiving the intelligence networks of Hwasan and Jongnam?
Various rumors circulated, but the Demon Hall offered no response, maintaining only silence.
It was Hwasan and Jongnam who appeared diminished.
They had assembled a subjugation force to completely eradicate the Maban Sect and sever Jeon Il Hon’s head to announce their might to all under heaven, yet….
With the sudden appearance of the Demon Hall’s masters, they had become like a dog chasing chickens.
However, there was no evidence on the surface that the Demon Hall’s masters had acted directly, and all they had done was handle the fleeing Maban Sect’s elite forces in their stead.
Since it appeared they had actually aided Hwasan and Jongnam, there was little grounds for protest.
* * *
Dawn was breaking in the eastern sky.
Eundong Juga.
This was a small distillery located in a remote mountain valley of Deok-an.
Beautiful forests spread throughout the surroundings, and large stone warehouses stood scattered about.
And before them stood a dilapidated manor with a plaque inscribed with “Eunseong-jang.” This was where the owners and servants of Eundong Juga resided.
But now Eunseong-jang was filled with dark-clad warriors throughout.
Most bore grave wounds and were either receiving treatment from physicians or lying in bed recuperating.
They were members of the Mubon Squad returning after dealing with the Maban Sect.
Bu Eunseol stood in the courtyard, silently observing the squad members undergoing treatment.
“What in the world were you doing to sustain such grievous injuries?”
At that moment, an elderly man in physician’s robes approached Bu Eunseol and asked.
He was the manor lord of Eunseong-jang and the branch commander of the Guusal Unit’s Deok-an branch, Jin Yu Hwa.
Bu Eunseol had come to Eundong Juga, a nearby secret Guusal Unit outpost, because the squad members’ wounds were so severe that immediate return to the Demon Hall was impossible.
The branch commander, Jin Yu Hwa, had summoned the Mubon Squad to his estate to treat their wounds.
“I merely fought against a hundred or so masters.”
“A hundred or so?”
Jin Yu Hwa blinked at the distant sky before speaking as if startled.
“Could these be the masters from the Demon Palace who swept away the Maban Sect Leader and his elite forces not long ago?”
Bu Eunseol maintained an impassive expression and offered no reply.
Yet Jin Yu Hwa could not contain his curiosity and spoke again.
“Where exactly did you come from? Could you be from the Cheon Sal Unit?”
A pause.
The squad members who overheard this conversation all wore smiles or expressions of satisfaction.
The Cheon Sal Unit—the most brutal and formidable of the Demon Palace’s three great units.
The Mubon Squad, known as a gathering place of ruffians, was now being mistaken for the Cheon Sal Unit…
“The Mubon Squad.”
“The Mubon Squad?”
Jin Yu Hwa asked with an expression of bewilderment.
“The Mubon Squad… you mean that squad of ruffians?”
Bu Eunseol offered only a faint smile in response.
‘There is no need to spread rumors.’
Having informed the Guusal Unit, an intelligence organization, of this fact, the reputation of the Mubon Squad would soon spread throughout the Murim beyond Seomseong.
‘Their name will soon change.’
The Mubon Squad, which with thirty members had swept away the Maban Sect Leader and his core forces.
They would no longer be called by the name Mubon Squad.
As Bu Eunseol fell into thought, Jin Yu Hwa blinked as if remembering something.
“Wait, then you are not from the Guusal Unit…”
“Nangya Pavilion, Bu Eunseol. I have now become the commander of the Mubon Squad.”
“Ah.”
Jin Yu Hwa’s eyes widened, unable to maintain his composure.
He had thought you were merely a branch commander from another division, as you had shown the mark that only branch commanders managing the Guusal Unit could know…
A successor candidate who had thrown the quiet Demon Palace into turmoil—one of the Ten Demon Immortals of Nangya Pavilion?
“I heard that each candidate received missions and went out into the Gangho… and you beheaded the Maban Sect Leader?”
As Jin Yu Hwa’s words grew longer, Bu Eunseol turned coldly and spoke.
“Thanks to you, I received good treatment and rest. Afterward, I will report on cooperation with the Deok-an branch and provide sufficient compensation.”
“Th-thank you.”
Bu Eunseol was merely one of the Ten Demon Immortals in name.
A true successor of Nangya Pavilion, and a successor candidate of the Demon Palace whom even the Ten Demonic Gates and the Elder Council were wary of.
A single word from him to the Demon Palace would change Jin Yu Hwa’s fortune.
“Commander, why not return first with the vice commander instead?”
Then Won Se Moon, with bandages wrapped around his shoulder, approached and spoke to Bu Eunseol.
“There is no need for you to return with us. After all, you only need to report the situation to Ma Cheon Je.”
The squad members being treated also chimed in one by one, agreeing with his words.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol crossed her arms and pondered for a moment before shaking her head.
“We will return together.”
“Why is that, ma’am?”
Bu Eunseol swept her gaze across them before speaking curtly.
“Because I am the commander of the Mubon Squad.”
A heavy silence fell over the group.
The squad members stared at Bu Eunseol, their teeth clenched or their eyes twitching at the corners.
Because I am the commander of the Mubon Squad.
Those words filled the final void of longing that had lingered in their hearts.
Belonging.
Though she had called them “meat chunks that follow orders,”
her actions revealed that she truly recognized them as her subordinates.
Even now, with the mission complete….
“Damn it.”
Won Se Moon, whose eyes had been trembling, suddenly turned away.
“She really doesn’t say much, does she?”
His words came out irritably, yet his hands repeatedly wiped at his eyes and nose.
That brief statement had become a comfort that swept away all their accumulated sorrow in an instant.
The Mubon Squad, once so fiercely individualistic, no longer existed.
From this moment forward, they were all Bu Eunseol’s trusted subordinates, members under her command.
* * *
A splash.
Steaming hot water filled a large wooden tub to the brim.
A soft rustle.
Bu Eunseol, gazing at the wooden tub, removed her clothes.
Her lean frame was packed with muscle, and her skin was covered densely with scars.
Hundreds of scars interlaced with her rigorously trained physique—rather than grotesque, they resembled intricate patterns etched upon a beautiful sculpture.
“Mm.”
As she lowered herself into the warm water, a faint trickle of blood seeped out.
Unhealed wounds still wept crimson with each movement.
Knock, knock, knock.
A soft knock sounded at the door, followed by a woman’s low voice.
“Forgive the intrusion, my lord.”
“What is it?”
“I have come to assist with your bath.”
Her voice was sweet and soft, melting into his ears like honey.
Bu Eunseol, eyes closed, spoke quietly.
“There is no need. Leave.”
“My lord.”
When an unexpectedly cold response came back, the woman outside the door spoke in a trembling voice.
“The Master said that if you cannot attend to the Young Master properly, you must leave the estate at once.”
Jin Yu Hwa, the Master of Eunseong-jang and commander of the Guusal Unit, immediately arranged new quarters upon learning of Bu Eunseol’s identity.
Poongryu-gak.
This palace hall, where only distinguished guests could stay, had attendants stationed permanently within.
And the name Poongryu-gak had not been given without reason.
When Bu Eunseol went to bathe, a beautiful attendant appeared as if waiting, ready to assist with the bathing.

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