The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 207

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Chapter 207.
Sin Do Woon Hui approached Bu Eunseol while clapping his hands.
“I knew your martial prowess was formidable, but I never realized your scheming was this brilliant.”
“….”
Bu Eunseol offered only a heavy gaze in response.
As a silence as profound as death descended, Sin Do Woon Hui clapped his hands once more and spoke.
“Exquisite. Absolutely exquisite! You were planning to exploit your position as a successor candidate and the Palace’s current circumstances to free yourself from the shackles of the Ten Demon Experts, weren’t you?”
“I can still rescind my decision if you wish.”
Bu Eunseol, her eyes stained crimson, smiled while baring her white teeth.
“This is the Destruction Spear Sect’s domain, after all.”
The smile vanished from Sin Do Woon Hui’s lips upon witnessing Bu Eunseol’s expression.
Within her ice-frozen eyes swirled a glimmering madness.
‘This woman is truly insane.’
In this world, there are those who merely feign madness and those who are genuinely mad.
But the madness flowing through Bu Eunseol’s eyes was no pretense.
Unbound by the conventions and laws of the mundane world, the moment her madness revealed itself…
She was a true lunatic capable of dragging all into the abyss of destruction without the slightest hesitation.
“So you believed the Ten Demon Experts would forever remain playthings of the Ten Demonic Gates.”
The killing intent flowing from his eyes spread uncontrollably.
Bu Eunseol, once a member of the Ten Demon Experts, was genuinely enraged by this cruel twist of fate.
“Well, there’s no need to be so agitated. This decision wasn’t mine.”
Sin Do Woon Hui cleared his throat and spoke in a bright tone, as if attempting to shift the heavy atmosphere.
“From the start, I suggested letting him depart quietly. It was simply that all the elders and sect leaders opposed it.”
Bu Eunseol merely maintained a cold smile.
‘What nonsense.’
If those words were true, Sin Do Woon Hui would never have hidden himself in secret.
He had clearly come to intervene after being flustered by the move Bu Eunseol had made, having been watching Myo Cheon Woo’s despair unfold.
“….”
Bu Eunseol stared intently at Sin Do Woon Hui.
His gaze had never been sharper—her eyes seemed to rake across his skin like blades.
‘So he’s serious.’
Sin Do Woon Hui had to make a decision before Bu Eunseol lost control.
Whether to mobilize the full strength of the Destruction Spear Sect and strike her down, or to let her depart with Myo Cheon Woo.
“I can’t simply let you go now that we’ve come this far.”
At last, he stepped forward with resolve.
“Show me what you’ve got.”
Sin Do Woon Hui smiled broadly and extended one hand.
“That way, I’ll have something to report to the Palace Lord.”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
Bu Eunseol thrust out her left fist without hesitation, without delay.
There was no preparatory movement, no hint of what was coming.
Yet Sin Do Woon Hui felt five massive torrents of power crashing down upon his face.
Moreover, that power trembled microscopically, making it impossible to predict where it would strike.
“Haah!”
As the formless, colossal power carved a curved path forward, Sin Do Woon Hui hastily spread both hands wide.
It was one of the Destruction Spear Sect’s life-saving techniques—the Blade-Destroying Golden Fortress.
Whoosh!
The moment a circular barrier of tension unfurled around Sin Do Woon Hui,
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
A deafening roar as if heaven and earth were collapsing, followed by a tempest that scattered dust in all directions.
Whishhhhh.
As the dust cleared, both figures stood motionless in place, as though nothing had transpired.
“Hmm.”
Sin Do Woon Hui’s eyes narrowed as he exhaled sharply.
He had just realized that Bu Eunseol’s fist techniques were in no way inferior to the Destruction Spear Sect’s palm methods.
‘Not merely swordsmanship, but her fist techniques as well… to reach such heights.’
Nangya Sect focused primarily on cultivating the blade and sword, and had no renowned fist techniques.
Yet Bu Eunseol had achieved the highest level not only in swordsmanship but in fist techniques as well.
‘There is no need to bear the risk now.’
Feeling a chill settle in his chest, Sin Do Woon Hui forced a smile.
“Take him with you.”
And he nodded toward Bu Eunseol.
“I shall speak well of this to the Palace Lord.”
“I see.”
Bu Eunseol, smiling coldly, turned her body and spoke.
“How unfortunate.”
In that instant, Sin Do Woon Hui felt goosebumps rise on his back.
For genuine regret had seeped into Bu Eunseol’s voice.
What if Mok In Cheong had broken his promise and attacked Bu Eunseol?
‘This woman. She would certainly have laid another trap in anticipation of such a scenario.’
Sin Do Woon Hui found himself unconsciously surveying his surroundings.
Perhaps she had sent emissaries from the Demon Palace. Or perhaps she had positioned masters from Nangya Sect near the Destruction Spear Sect.
‘Nangya Sect.’
The masters of Nangya Sect moved in such small numbers that no matter how extensive one’s intelligence network, their movements remained undetected.
Riiiiip!
Then, Myo Cheon Woo tore open his own sleeve.
Slash!
And with a water technique, he swiftly carved away the flame-shaped scar tissue etched upon his left shoulder.
It was the fire seal branded upon the formal disciples of the Destruction Spear Sect.
Thud.
Myo Cheon Woo spoke coldly, his gaze fixed upon the flesh and blood pooled on the ground.
“I am no longer a member of the Destruction Spear Sect.”
Then, with a pallid complexion, he bowed to Sin Do Woon Hui and Mok In Cheong.
“And please convey to the Palace Lord that I am grateful for all this time.”
Bu Eunseol regarded him with a cold gaze, then spoke in a low, solemn voice.
“We depart.”
A sharp sound echoed through the air.
The Sa Yeong Dae members standing in formation turned their bodies mechanically to follow Bu Eunseol. Myo Cheon Woo departed without hesitation as well.
Sin Do Woon Hui and Mok In Cheong could only watch their departure with complicated expressions.
* * *
As Bu Eunseol emerged from the Mountain Gate of the Destruction Spear Sect, Hyuk So Jin walked to her left, while Myo Cheon Woo—his shoulder wrapped tightly in bandages—walked to her right.
He had channeled his cultivation into his hand technique, severing a large chunk of flesh from his shoulder in one swift motion.
The problem was that the effects of the Yin Immortal Liquid—which amplified pain sensitivity a hundredfold—still lingered within his body.
If one were to describe it accurately, Myo Cheon Woo was experiencing pain far exceeding that of losing an entire arm.
Had he been an ordinary person, he would have lost consciousness from the agony.
Yet he maintained an impassive expression as though nothing had occurred, continuing forward with steady steps.
―This man possesses truly terrifying mental fortitude.
―I heard he was born from the Ten Demon Immortals, just like the Lord.
―Does the Lord surround himself only with such people?
Steel-like willpower and endurance.
The eyes of every Sa Yeong Dae member gazing upon Myo Cheon Woo, who possessed both qualities, gleamed with admiration.
“Why did you willingly subject yourself to torture?”
It was then that Bu Eunseol spoke in a low voice.
“The Destruction Spear Sect would have been preoccupied with matters concerning the successor candidates. There was no need to rush.”
“No, I had to leave now.”
“Why?”
“Because only then could I help you.”
A self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“When you saved me at Jang Geom Mountain Manor, I made a resolve. I would leave the Destruction Spear Sect and help you, no matter what.”
“Why do you help me?”
As though embarrassed, he wiped his nose with one hand.
“Because you saved my life. I suppose I should repay that debt.”
Only then did the members realize two truths.
What manner of person Myo Cheon Woo truly was. And why Bu Eunseol had risked her life to enter the Destruction Spear Sect and aid him.
―Indeed, he possesses the qualifications to be the Lord’s friend.
In the Murim, one does not earn respect through martial prowess alone.
Myo Cheon Woo possessed not only exceptional mental fortitude and endurance, but also a rare and profound sense of loyalty.
If Bu Eunseol stirred hearts with a warrior’s spirit hot enough to melt steel…
Then Myo Cheon Woo ignited the parched hearts of men with the warmth of true friendship.
“Lord, I possess an excellent remedy to ease your pain.”
As cold sweat continued to trickle down Myo Cheon Woo’s forehead, Wi Cheon Gyeong approached and produced a small porcelain vial from his robes.
“Years ago, I obtained this bear gall pill from a friend who served with the Jo Yang Shin Gyo along the Yellow River.”
“Will you take it?”
“Then why would I offer it if not for you to take? Why would someone with all four limbs intact need it?”
Myo Cheon Woo delivered the quip with a serious expression.
Yet his attempt at humor drew only a smile from Wi Cheon Gyeong, not from Bu Eunseol.
“You’re not laughing. I was trying to be funny, you know.”
He shook his head, his white teeth gleaming.
Myo Cheon Woo—he possessed an optimistic and hopeful temperament that belied his nature as a demonic cultivator.
And that would become another source of strength for the Sa Yeong Dae that I led.
“Bu Hyung.”
It was then that Hyuk So Jin spoke for the first time.
“Does that mean I’m being cast out from the organization?”
Though his words carried the tone of a jest, his expression was deadly serious.
“Your friend has just joined as a member, after all.”
I furrowed my brow, uncertain what he meant, and shook my head.
“He is not my friend.”
“Pardon?”
“And I did not bring him on as a member. He is merely lending his aid for this matter.”
“But… I cannot remain at your side forever either.”
As the successor to Jeol Cheon Myeol Ji, he would eventually have to return and inherit the position from Hwan Ma.
Yet Myo Cheon Woo, freed from the shackles of the Ten Demon Immortals, had no fixed allegiance and possessed martial prowess that rivaled my own.
He was the ideal candidate to lead the organization—there was nothing more one could ask for.
“I too will not remain as the leader of the Demon Hall forever,” I said quietly to Hyuk So Jin.
I gazed at him as I spoke.
“After meeting comes parting. Feasts cannot last forever, and stories must have their end.”
“That is true.”
Regret tinged Hyuk So Jin’s voice.
In truth, he had no desire to become the lord of Jeol Cheon Myeol Ji. He would rather wander the Gangho at my side, seeking adventure.
‘But that cannot be.’
Hwan Ma was still vigorous, yet he could not live forever. One day, Hyuk So Jin would have to inherit and manage Jeol Cheon Myeol Ji.
“Bu Eunseol, you have someone right here and yet you offer no introduction,” Myo Cheon Woo said with mock reproach, clasping his hands toward Hyuk So Jin.
He spoke with familiar warmth, and Hyuk So Jin returned the gesture with a smile, clasping his hands in return.
“I am Myo Cheon Woo. Once I was among the Ten Demon Immortals, but as you can see, I am now a free man.”
As he spoke with playful ease, Hyuk So Jin smiled and clasped his hands.
“A disciple of Jeol Cheon Myeol Ji—Hyuk So Jin.”
“Ah, the successor to Hwan Ma.”
“You knew?”
“I eat the scraps of attention at the Destruction Spear Sect, so I know something of the Ten Demonic Gates’ affairs.”
At that, Hyuk So Jin smiled broadly and clasped his hands once more.
“I am Bu’s younger brother, so please treat me comfortably. Myo.”
He was the legitimate successor to the Ten Demonic Gates, which gave him far greater standing than Myo Cheon Woo.
Yet he had voluntarily taken the position of younger brother, captivated by Myo Cheon Woo’s masculine charm.
“That’s good. Then I’ll treat you like a younger brother from now on.”
Myo Cheon Woo paid no attention to status or standing—he saw only the person before him.
And that was a quality shared by Bu Eunseol, Hyuk So Jin, and the members of Sa Yeong Dae.
“Haha. You certainly live up to being Bu’s friend—you have such a refreshing personality.”
“Not a friend.”
Hyuk So Jin spoke with a serious expression, as if he hadn’t even heard Bu Eunseol’s answer.
“Myo’s wounds are not light, so wouldn’t it be better to receive sufficient treatment in the village first before we depart?”
Myo Cheon Woo shook his head firmly.
“His declaration to strike down Gyeol Wang has already spread widely throughout the Ten Demonic Gates. If we delay any further, who knows what schemes he might unfold.”
“Did you know we would visit another of the Ten Demonic Gates?”
“I suspected it from the moment I heard he would kill Gyeol Wang.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke softly, his expression tinged with complex emotion.
“Someone who belongs to no sect, yet possesses the ability to aid a master of his caliber… that could only be the Ten Demon Immortals.”
The Ten Demon Immortals.
Their skill and talent were formidable enough to threaten the successors of the Ten Demonic Gates.
If they could only shed the shackles of being the Ten Demon Immortals, a powerful warrior unaffiliated with any sect would be born.
“Bu Eunseol. You’re thinking of going to Geuk Sal Mil Gak now, aren’t you? To meet Seok Woo Haeng.”
“Yes.”
As Bu Eunseol nodded, Myo Cheon Woo spoke firmly.
“But he left Geuk Sal Mil Gak after the Jang Geom Mountain Lodge incident, and his whereabouts have become unclear.”
A bitter smile lingered on his lips as he recalled those times.
“Geuk Sal Mil Gak betrayed him to destroy the Great Righteous Master.”
“Hmm.”
For the first time, Bu Eunseol’s expression showed disappointment.
Seok Woo Haeng was an assassin skilled in both assassination techniques and vacuum strikes, and his strategic mind was equally sharp.
Had he agreed to aid me, he would have been an invaluable asset.
“Then I must find him.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Myo Cheon Woo blinked.
“You don’t mean Yu Woon Ryong, do you?”
And he shook his head firmly.
“He has a strong pride and a rebellious nature. He will absolutely not help you.”
Seok Woo Haeng, who carefully calculated profit and loss and moved in directions favorable to himself, would be different.
Yu Woon Ryong had strong pride, did not trust others easily, and harbored a fierce competitive spirit toward Bu Eunseol.
“I’ve watched that one for a long time since Hell Island. He’s the type who doesn’t listen to anyone.”
“I know.”
“I’m glad you know.”
As Myo Cheon Woo descended the mountain, he nodded and spoke.
“So where will we go now?”
“Yu Hoon Gok.”
“Yu Hoon Gok? Why there?”
Bu Eunseol’s lips curved into a subtle smile.
“Because Yu Woon Ryong is there.”

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