The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 201

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Chapter 201.
When Bu Eunseol opened the door, she saw Si Bi, a servant of indeterminate age, with his head bowed deeply.
Though his features were refined, his unmade-up face trembled slightly as his body quivered.
Despite his gentle voice, it was clear this was his first time attending to someone’s bath.
Bu Eunseol, who had grasped the situation at once, sighed and spoke.
“It’s fine.”
“Young Master.”
“Don’t worry and go back.”
Bu Eunseol saw through Si Bi’s inner thoughts.
“I’ll speak to the Master directly. You won’t suffer any consequences for this.”
“Th-thank you, sir.”
Only then did Si Bi, as if relieved of a great burden, bow deeply and depart.
Hearing his light footsteps fade away, Bu Eunseol exhaled a weary sigh.
Jin Yu Hwa must have forcibly assigned a servant of exceptional appearance to make a good impression on him.
‘There’s nothing to be done about it. He too is a member of the Guusal Unit.’
The Guusal Unit, never knowing when death might come, showed no hesitation in keeping women close, much like assassins.
Bu Eunseol, wearing a bitter smile, dried his wet body and stepped outside the Palace Hall.
The entire world lay in silence, with only the moon floating alone in the heavens casting its lonely light upon the earth.
Bu Eunseol, gazing at the moonlight with deep eyes, turned his gaze toward the roof of the opposite Palace Hall.
“Hmm.”
And he spoke in a low voice.
“Sleep won’t come, will it?”
Tap.
At that very moment, a tall shadow descended from the roof of the Palace Hall to the ground. It was Hyuk So Jin.
“Brother Bu.”
In his hand was a large gourd bottle.
While the other members rested and drank, he had climbed onto the Palace Hall’s roof to drink alone.
“My mind is simply unsettled, sir.”
Hyuk So Jin gazed down at the empty gourd bottle and smiled bitterly.
“We’ll be entering the Demon Palace soon. I fear the same thing might happen again.”
Hyuk So Jin had been unable to withstand Ma Cheon Je’s aura and had to turn back before the Holy Demon Pavilion.
As the successor of Jeol Cheon Myeol Ji, that incident was a humiliation he would never forget in his lifetime.
“Don’t worry. If you meet Ma Cheon Je this time, you’ll be able to endure it.”
“How can you be certain of that?”
“Because you’ve grown once more through this ordeal.”
“Is that so? But why can’t I feel such growth myself?”
Hyuk So Jin’s expression showed great disappointment.
“It seems I still have far to go.”
Bu Eunseol, observing him, held a faint smile.
He too had once failed to recognize how greatly his martial prowess had advanced when he returned to Nangya Sect after handling matters in Gangho.
―…Once one comprehends such principles, they can identify and unravel even the phenomena and transformations occurring within their own body. We call those who reach such a level the Grand Masters of martial arts.
Bu Eunseol recalled the words Dan Cheong had once shared with her and spoke softly.
“I too only grasped such principles after seeking instruction from the Patriarch and the Fengyun Corps Commander.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that only the Grand Masters of supreme martial arts can perceive the phenomena and transformations occurring within their own bodies.”
Bu Eunseol explained in detail to Hyuk So Jin the enlightenment she had gained from the Patriarch Dan Cheong and Baek Yeon.
“I see.”
After listening to the explanation for a while, Hyuk So Jin finally nodded with a brightened expression.
“I truly had no idea.”
Hyuk So Jin, who had been clapping with delight, suddenly wore a dark expression.
“But there’s another reason for my unease.”
“What is it?”
“Haven’t you always ventured into Gangho alone, Brother Bu?”
“So?”
“But after traveling with the Mubon Squad this time… I’ve come to realize that numbers truly cannot be ignored.”
Hyuk So Jin continued with a grave expression.
“I worry that the others of the Ten Demonic Gates might target you and bring overwhelming forces. There are no restrictions in the struggle among successor candidates.”
The Ten Demonic Gates are no small martial organization.
If they truly mobilized their forces, even if my martial prowess increased tenfold from now, it would be utterly impossible to withstand.
“Of course, that’s possible.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“But they won’t bring overwhelming forces. If they attempt such a thing, they’ll only bring a single brigade or battalion.”
“How could that be? Haven’t you destroyed numerous brigades of the Ten Demonic Gates until now? Surely they wouldn’t repeat the same mistake again.”
“The successor candidates of the Ten Demonic Gates all possess strong pride.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with conviction.
“Even if the White Horse Sect, Hell Blood Castle, and the Saryeong School failed, they will believe that they themselves will not fail.”
“Is that so?”
“Likely.”
“Then that’s fortunate.”
Despite receiving a definitive answer, Hyuk So Jin’s expression remained gloomy.
A martial artist’s premonition.
It was an intuition that only those who had endured successive fierce battles between life and death could feel.
“The squad members have recovered sufficiently now, so we should be able to return quickly.”
Bu Eunseol turned and spoke in a low voice.
“Rest. As soon as dawn breaks, I’ll deploy my lightness technique and we’ll return to the Demon Palace in one breath.”
“Understood.”
Hyuk So Jin, with a gourd slung over his shoulder, chuckled and exited the Palace Hall.
But that plan ultimately came to nothing.
As dawn broke, martial artists clad in dark robes began gathering one by one before Eunseong-jang.
Hyuk So Jin’s premonition. It had proven eerily accurate.
Creak.
As the gate swung open, martial artists clad in black masks with an eerie luster stood in solemn formation.
They all emanated sharp qi from their entire bodies, and at their waists hung swords without scabbards.
A flicker of recognition flashed across Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she observed the masked warriors.
It was because swords with extremely narrow blades hung at their sides.
Blood Flame Blades.
The Blood-Dyed Sword School—the supreme blade art of the Ten Demonic Gates, having reached the pinnacle of Overlord Blade Arts.
The Blood-Dyed Sword School had perfected its training system to such a degree that even ordinary people with mediocre bones could become first-rate blade masters upon mastering it.
Because of this, when talented individuals learned it, their progress became incomprehensibly swift.
The Blood-Dyed Sword School—the greatest sect of the Demonic Path, standing as an equal to the Hwawoo Sword Sect. Its masters now surrounded the entrance to Eunseong-jang.
“Hmm.”
My eyes deepened.
The Blood-Dyed Sword School was incomparable to the White Horse Sect or Hell Blood Sect, a great tradition of the blade rivaling the Hwawoo Sword Sect, the foremost sect of the Demonic Path.
Yet now that they had revealed themselves, they must have prepared an unavoidable killing blow.
Thump, thump.
At that moment, the formation parted left and right as a muscular man stepped forward.
His complexion was extremely pallid, and his eyes were sharply slitted.
He resembled a blade that had transformed into human form.
“Takyol Hwang.”
The Blood Sea Demonic Blade—Takyol Hwang.
Though he belonged to the Blood-Dyed Sword School and had refrained from Gangho activities, he was a terrifying blade master who ranked among the Ten Stain Guests, just like Jeon Il Hon.
As my gaze fixed upon the masked blade masters, Takyol Hwang smirked.
“You’ve heard of the Main House’s Twelve Stain Guests, haven’t you?”
The Twelve Stain Guests.
Terrifying blade masters who relentlessly pursued and slew enemies opposed to the Blood-Dyed Sword School.
Takyol Hwang, who belonged to the Ten Stain Guests, and the undefeated blade masters with not a single failure—the Twelve Stain Guests.
This was the guaranteed winning hand the Blood-Dyed Sword School had brought forth.
‘The Blood Sea Demonic Blade and the Twelve Stain Guests…’
Something felt wrong.
As I sank into deep contemplation, sensing an inexplicable discord,
“Bu Eunseol.”
The Middle-Aged Man standing before me stared directly at my face and spoke coldly.
“I’ll give you a choice.”
“…”
“Either return to Nangya Sect as things are, or face death.”
Takyol Hwang wore the expression of a Yama dispensing death itself.
Each of the Twelve Stain Guests possessed peak mastery, and they were terrifying blade masters who had comprehended the Blood-Dyed Sword School to the fifth stage or beyond.
In other words, even if I died and awakened anew, I could never face the Twelve Stain Guests.
“You speak nonsense.”
I extended my hand with an impassive expression.
“No need for lengthy words. Draw your weapon.”
“Heh heh, you’re counting on the rabble behind you?”
“Perhaps.”
At that, Takyol Hwang let out a soft chuckle.
“I know. They’re members of the Mubon Squad who received orders from Ma Cheon Je and were deployed for the Maban Sect extermination mission.”
Takyol Hwang had conducted a thorough investigation into Bu Eunseol’s background and movements.
He already knew that the squad members standing behind Bu Eunseol were from the Mubon Squad, the gathering place of ruffians.
“Those ruffians were deployed for the Maban Sect extermination mission under Ma Cheon Je’s orders, weren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“Then the Maban Sect extermination mission is their only objective. They’ll never risk their lives fighting for you.”
Instead of answering, Bu Eunseol drew her sword.
Shing.
As the low ring of the blade echoed, Takyol Hwang snorted derisively.
Shhhhring.
Yet the moment Bu Eunseol unsheathed her weapon, thirty members of the Mubon Squad drew their weapons in unison, as if they had been waiting for this signal.
“Ho, you’re joining in?”
Despite the unexpected turn of events, Takyol Hwang nodded with an expression of ease.
“You gain nothing by interfering in a succession dispute, do you?”
Then Wi Cheon Gyeong, whose bangs obscured his eyes, stepped forward and spoke.
“The succession dispute means nothing to us. We only need to protect our commander.”
“Remarkable.”
Takyol Hwang tilted his head in bewilderment.
The Mubon Squad was merely an assembly of extremely selfish members with no sense of belonging whatsoever.
Yet they would risk their lives for a mere temporary commander like Bu Eunseol?
“You truly mean it.”
Killing intent radiated from every member of the Mubon Squad.
“I wonder what sorcery you employed.”
His expression of surprise faded quickly, and Takyol Hwang soon wore a contemptuous smile.
“Though it changes nothing.”
Nod.
As he nodded, the Twelve Stain Guests standing behind him slowly advanced forward.
Despite the imminent battle, their eyes were all lowered and devoid of tension.
They had engaged in countless bloody battles and never tasted defeat once. Their prolonged victories had rendered their emotions numb.
“Bu hyung.”
At that moment, Hyuk So Jin stepped forward with a grave expression.
“We’ll handle these ones, so please take on that big-faced bastard yourself.”
Without hesitation, he rushed toward the Twelve Stain Guests with both arms spread wide.
Whoosh!
Violet radiance burst outward in all directions, followed by thin, razor-sharp silver threads spreading in every direction.
It was the Gangsa Hyeolsa—the blood thread technique—unfolded through the Divine Heat Demonic Qi.
Whoooosh!
The Gangsa Blood Blade, moving like a living creature as it tore through empty space, instantly shattered the formation of the Twelve Stain Guests standing behind Takyol Hwang.
“We’ll handle the flanks!”
At Wi Cheon Gyeong’s cry, the members of the Second Unit split left and right, unfolding their movement techniques as they scattered poisoned blades.
“We’ll strike the front!”
This time, Won Se Moon and his unit charged forward with their swords already drawn.
“We’ll cover the rear!”
Then the Third Unit led by Jo Nam Cheon naturally encircled the rear of the Twelve Stain Guests.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of weapons clashing echoed as battle erupted between the Twelve Stain Guests and the Mubon Squad.
The eyes of the Twelve Stain Guests, who had initially wielded their blades with scornful smirks, gradually grew strange.
The Mubon Squad members were merely ruffians who displayed chaotic skill whenever they gathered together.
Yet now, not only were their movements perfectly coordinated, but their attacks and defenses followed a clear pattern.
Moreover, weren’t they fighting without fear, like seasoned veterans who had transcended the threshold between life and death?
“Don’t try to win! Just hold on until Brother Bu finishes that bastard!”
As Hyuk So Jin shouted loudly, the unit members cried out in unison and wielded their weapons with even greater precision.
Seeing the Mubon Squad move with such unified discipline, not only the Twelve Stain Guests but even Takyol Hwang himself gaped in astonishment.
“How is this possible?”
The Mubon Squad members, who should have collapsed like straw bundles in an instant before the Twelve Stain Guests, were now facing the bandits with ease.
“These are the Mubon Squad?”
The Mubon Squad of now was not the ruffians of the past.
Not only had their strength increased by leaps and bounds, but they had gained experience from achieving a great victory against over a hundred elite members of the Maban Sect. Thus they were able to endure tenaciously even before these terrifying Twelve Stain Guests.
Takyol Hwang found it absurd and let out a hollow laugh.
“Remarkable. In such a short time, you’ve transformed these ruffians—whom even the Demon Hall couldn’t reform—into elite soldiers in an instant.”
“Where are you looking?”
At that moment, a low voice accompanied a dark blade as it drove toward his throat.
Bu Eunseol had drawn her silent sword like lightning, slashing toward his neck.
Clang!
A clear metallic ring spread in all directions as blade met blade. In that instant, Takyol Hwang’s brow furrowed as if he’d drunk bitter liquor.
The counter-force contained in the silent sword was so powerful that his fingertips went numb.
‘This woman?’
Takyol Hwang’s eyebrows twitched.
‘Her martial realm has advanced further?’
He had conducted a thorough investigation of Bu Eunseol. It naturally included not only her temperament and disposition but also her martial prowess level.
Yet Bu Eunseol’s martial strength seemed to have advanced beyond what it was when she left the Demon Palace, didn’t it?
‘Has she elevated her martial realm once more in this brief span of time?’
“Excellent!”
Takyol Hwang swept away the doubts in his mind in an instant and drew upon his inner force.
Whoosh!
In a flash, a cyan blade surged forth, enveloping Bu Eunseol’s entire body.
“Let’s have a proper match!”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed sharply as she gazed at the cascading blade light with a grave expression.
‘I must shatter the blade technique as quickly as possible.’
In the past, the most difficult opponents to face on Hell Island were the disciples who had mastered the Blood Flame Sword technique.
The Blood Flame Sword grows more mysterious and powerful with each collision, the techniques becoming increasingly subtle.
Even a moment of carelessness would cause the blade aura to explode exponentially, so I had to suppress it from the start.
Flash!
As four strands of blade light poured down, my ink-black sword cut through the air, shredding the blade technique.
Tremor.
But in that instant, the blade’s edge quivered once, and the blade light instantly multiplied into eight strands.
Clang clang clang!
The variations poured down at incomprehensible angles, yet my ink-black sword struck all eight strands of blade light with perfect precision.
“Impressive!”
As I shattered the technique in one breath, Takyol Hwang laughed heartily instead and deployed his blade technique once more.
“Then try blocking this!”
Clash!
The ink-black sword and blade collided in mid-air, sending sparks cascading upward.
Blade light and sword shadow.
The ultra-high-speed blade and sword techniques filled the surroundings with a chilling sword aura.
The very air where Bu Eunseol and Takyol Hwang stood seemed to vanish entirely.
Ring ring ring ring!
As the two of us closed the distance in unison as if by agreement, weapons clashed against weapons once more.
‘I’ll decide the outcome here.’
The Blood Flame Sword technique is more than just the visible moves. Moreover, the more blade techniques unleashed, the more the power increases exponentially.
Boom!
As I unleashed my inner energy at full power, a vortex of true qi erupted from my body.
Swift victory through swift battle.
I had to cut down Takyol Hwang as quickly as possible with all my strength.

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