The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 210

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Chapter 210.
Bu Eunseol and the Sa Yeong Dae members swiftly escaped Yu Hoon Gok.
They traveled relentlessly westward until they arrived at Gwiju City.
Even upon reaching the city, Bu Eunseol did not halt her advance, pressing onward to Donghyo Seorang, where Guizhou’s largest Wanderer Market thrived.
Only upon arriving at this destination did Bu Eunseol rent out an entire special chamber in a high-class inn, allowing all her members to rest at once.
“Bu Eunseol. What exactly are we doing here?”
As the members were settling into their rest, Yu Woon Ryong approached Bu Eunseol and spoke.
“Are you saying we lack manpower, so you’ll hire wanderers with money?”
When no answer came, he furrowed his brow and stared at her with displeasure.
“Or do we have new recruits joining us here?”
“Be quiet.”
Myo Cheon Woo rebuked Yu Woon Ryong for his relentless questioning.
“She clearly has a plan. You could just wait a bit… why do you have to pester her with every little thing?”
“What did you say? Pester?”
As a sharp gleam flashed across Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes, Myo Cheon Woo let out a scoff.
“What? Want another round?”
“Fine by me.”
From the moment they left Yu Hoon Gok until their arrival here, Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong had clashed every single night.
However, their martial prowess was so evenly matched that neither could claim clear superiority.
One day Myo Cheon Woo would barely secure victory, only for Yu Woon Ryong to claim a narrow triumph by mere fractions of a second the next.
“No need to wait. Follow me at once.”
Yu Woon Ryong no longer directed his hostility toward Bu Eunseol.
Instead, that burning competitive spirit had shifted entirely toward Myo Cheon Woo.
Myo Cheon Woo had mastered all the palm techniques of the Destruction Spear Sect and, since the Jang Geom Mountain Manor, had ceaselessly strived to transcend the realm of Beomcheon.
He matched Yu Woon Ryong’s martial prowess—a man who had gritted his teeth and rapidly elevated his cultivation through relentless effort.
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong.
At last, the two had found true rivals capable of fostering each other’s growth.
“Ho, another match today?”
As Myo Cheon Woo chuckled, Yu Woon Ryong spoke with a sinister glint in his eyes.
“Of course. Today I’ll definitely crush that unlucky face of yours.”
At this, the Sa Yeong Dae members who had been resting peacefully perked up with sudden interest.
Then, as if they had been waiting for this moment, Jo Nam Cheon began circulating among the members with a wooden box hung around his neck.
“Alright, they’re going at it again. Place your bets, everyone!”
Immediately, Won Se Moon and the other members eagerly pulled out their coin purses and began wagering.
“Last time Myo won by half a second, so he’ll win again this time, right?”
“No way. I saw Yu practicing the Baekma Sword all night last time. Today will be different.”
As the members openly placed bets on their duel, Yu Woon Ryong unleashed a thunderous rebuke.
“Do you think this fight is entertainment for you lot? Stop this at once!”
Then Myo Cheon Woo grinned and spoke.
“Lacking confidence? Afraid you’ll lose?”
“What?”
“I’ll place a wager on my own victory as well.”
With that, I set a large gold ingot into the wooden box that Jo Nam Cheon held.
“This should be worth over a hundred taels. Since I have no need for money, distribute my winnings fairly among those who wagered on my side.”
At my words, the unit members erupted with cheers and began eagerly placing their bets on Myo Cheon Woo.
“Very well. You… I swear I’ll kill you today without fail.”
Feeling the competitive spirit ignite, Yu Woon Ryong pulled out his entire coin purse and hurled it down.
“I’m wagering a thousand taels. Those who bet on me will receive their share of the winnings!”
―Roaaaaar!
The unit members’ roar echoed loudly across the space.
Even those who rarely gambled began eagerly placing their stakes.
“Ah. This is quite the spectacle.”
Hyuk So Jin, observing from a distance, muttered while pressing his hand to his forehead.
“It reminds me of how we used to be. We younger ones were so consumed by gambling that we lost all sense of reason.”
With his shoulders sagging, he turned to look at me and spoke.
“The commotion is lively enough, but will it be alright? With these two fighting constantly, things could spiral out of control.”
“Let them be.”
I nodded with an unbothered expression.
“It’s part of building a sense of belonging.”
“A sense of belonging?”
“Yes.”
The Ten Demon Experts. They could never truly belong anywhere, rejected even by their own sects.
But through me, these two had found a home in the Sa Yeong Dae.
And now… they were forging the concept of camaraderie in their own way.
“Indeed, I suppose that’s one way to see it.”
Hyuk So Jin nodded as if he had grasped something profound.
The Sa Yeong Dae members had once been scorned and rejected under the name Mubon Squad.
The same was true for Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong. They and the Sa Yeong Dae members shared a subtle kinship.
They were harmonizing in their own way.
“Rest until tomorrow. Take the unit members out for a drink.”
I withdrew a ten-thousand-tael note from my robes and handed it to Hyuk So Jin.
“The wager is merely an excuse—they simply want to drink. Since everyone has worked hard, take them to a fine tavern and let them drink their fill.”
“Won’t you join us, Brother Bu?”
At his question, a faint smile crossed my lips.
“I have matters to attend to.”
I turned and left the inn.
Once outside, I stopped at a station, purchased a carriage, and traveled to the outer reaches of Bu Zhong.
After traveling for some time, the carriage came to a halt at a massive settlement-like structure in a desolate plain.
It was the entrance to Guizhou’s largest wanderer market—Donghyo Seorang.
“It’s been a while.”
Bu Eunseol entered through the gates of Donghyo Seorang, her eyes narrowing slightly.
This place held countless memories for her.
It was where she took her first steps into the Murim after leaving the Guusal Unit, and through the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe held here, she had obtained the Aepyeong and the Silent Sword.
Moreover, she had gained the exceptional and quick-witted information wanderer Heuk Pyo, and reunited with Seo Jin Ha.
And from Rang Ju and Do Myeong, disciples of the former Nangya Sect, she had obtained the terrifying secret technique known as the Seven Forms of the Fist Demon.
Of course, not everything that transpired here had been fortunate.
She had slain Yang Myeong, the master of the Hell Blood Castle Blood Ghost Party, in a contest waged over the Silent Sword, and through that act, had made an enemy of Hell Blood Castle itself.
Yet with overwhelmingly more pleasant memories than bitter ones, Bu Eunseol could not help but harbor goodwill toward Donghyo Seorang.
The murmur of countless voices filled the air.
Donghyo Seorang had flourished even more than during her previous visit for the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.
New Palace Halls had been constructed throughout, and the grounds bustled with activity—wanderers seeking work and merchants peddling their wares.
Bu Eunseol moved toward the Palace Hall where wanderers gathered to receive commissions.
But she soon shook her head. There was no need to navigate such tedious procedures; she sought faster and more precise information.
Won Rim Gak.
This was where Do Myeong, one of the Rang Ju, resided.
“What brings you here?”
The wanderer guarding the entrance to Won Rim Gak inquired, and Bu Eunseol replied calmly.
“I have come to see the Rang Ju.”
The wanderer examined her appearance carefully, then shook his head.
“The Rang Ju is away on business. If you visit Deungmyeong Hall, you may be able to arrange a future appointment.”
Bu Eunseol lifted her gaze toward Won Rim Gak.
A faint presence was detected within her heightened senses—Do Myeong was clearly inside.
It seemed he was not receiving visitors because no appointment had been made.
“I understand.”
Bu Eunseol did not quarrel with Wi Sa and immediately turned away.
Then, unfolding her movement technique, she ascended discreetly to the roof of the pavilion.
Bu Eunseol’s shadow, with all presence and form completely erased, seeped through the window of this floor like a phantom.
Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement.
This divine movement technique, devised by the great master Go Wol, suppressed one’s presence and the sound of parting air to evade pursuit, allowing passage into any place like a ghost.
Moreover, by deploying the technique while changing direction, one could easily evade sudden assaults or attacks from pursuers.
The faint whisper of movement echoed silently.
Though numerous people occupied the interior of the pavilion, none detected Bu Eunseol as she moved toward the office.
A gentle breeze seemed to pass through.
Upon entering the office, she found a spacious desk, and a middle-aged man with a refined countenance was composing correspondence, brush in hand.
It was Do Myeong, the Rang Ju of Donghyo Seorang.
“Hmm.”
Do Myeong, who had been writing dispatches continuously, suddenly set down his brush with a low sigh.
Then, gazing into empty space, he spoke in a hushed voice.
“The doors of this Rang are always open to all, yet why have you entered as a night visitor, shrouded in secrecy?”
Remarkably, Do Myeong had sensed Bu Eunseol’s presence in an instant, despite her stealthy infiltration.
‘So Rang Ju has also reached the Realm of Empty Heart Penetration.’
In the past, Do Myeong had revealed himself to be a disciple of Nangya Sect.
That meant he too had deeply mastered Nangya Sect’s foundational martial arts—the Beast Path.
Given his age and skill level, it would have been strange if he hadn’t reached the Realm of Empty Heart Penetration.
“It has been a long time, Rang Ju.”
Bu Eunseol slowly emerged from the darkness.
“You certainly know how to surprise people.”
Do Myeong opened his mouth with a faint smile.
“Though human potential is said to be boundless, to achieve such rapid advancement in so short a time….”
Remarkably, he was gauging the terrifying progress of Bu Eunseol’s martial realm.
‘Rang Ju’s martial mastery was this profound.’
Recalling their first meeting, he had unleashed the Six Harmonies Complete Formation—a technique requiring over thirty years of accumulated inner force.
Though Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess had developed fearfully, Do Myeong had not been idle either. He remained unmistakably a master a step ahead of Bu Eunseol.
“By the way, I heard you became the Lord of Demon Palace. A formidable successor candidate, they say.”
Do Myeong spoke with a faint smile.
“You didn’t come to Guizhou for sightseeing in this barren land. You came seeking Heuk Pyo, didn’t you?”
“That is correct.”
The reason Bu Eunseol came to Guizhou.
She had chosen Heuk Pyo as her final ally.
“You’re a step too late. That boy is not at the main lodge now.”
“He departed to undertake a task?”
Do Myeong nodded heavily.
“He went there to suppress Poonghobang, which has established itself on Beomjeong Mountain.”
Poonghobang.
Though called a faction of Murim in name,
it was essentially a bandit gang that controlled the Beomjeong Mountain region and extorted tolls from merchants passing through.
Despite having no legitimate lineage and engaging only in wicked deeds, Poonghobang had managed to persist in the Guizhou region for a long time for one reason alone.
It was nestled deep within Beomjeong Mountain, and no sect—neither Orthodox nor Evil—saw fit to eliminate this Evil Sect faction buried in Guizhou.
“Poonghobang, you say?”
Bu Eunseol tilted her head and murmured softly.
“The nearby merchant guilds must have pooled their resources.”
“Not quite. It was a request from Cheon Hye Rim, a physician family in Uizu. His only daughter, Jang Seol Ah, was violated and murdered by the Poonghobang leader’s son.”
Near Beomjeong Mountain, medicinal herbs grew abundantly.
Therefore, physicians from Cheon Hye Rim’s clinic often gathered herbs there, avoiding Poonghobang’s bandits.
Even when discovered, the bandits would merely rob them under the guise of being physicians, nothing more.
But this time, among those gathering herbs was Jang Seol Ah, Cheon Hye Rim’s only daughter, and unfortunately, Wang Poong Gang, the Poonghobang leader’s son, witnessed her.
Captivated by Jang Seol Ah’s beauty, Wang Poong Gang committed that heinous act.
“Over this matter, Cheon Hye Rim sold all his possessions and spent a fortune to hire wanderers from the main lodge, demanding that Wang Poong Gang be killed without fail.”
“I see.”
As Bu Eunseol nodded, having grasped the full situation,
Knock, knock.
At that moment, the sound of knuckles rapping against the door accompanied a young man’s voice.
“Rang Ju. The elders of the Soyomun you promised to meet have arrived.”
“Understood. I’ll be right out.”
Do Myeong, who answered in a low voice, regarded Bu Eunseol with an apologetic expression.
“My apologies. Ask Ok Ho Bang for the details. I’m rather occupied at the moment.”
“Understood. Thank you.”
“No need for thanks. Should I ever require your strength, I’ll seek you out without hesitation.”
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Deungmyeong Hall.
This was the residence of Ok Ho Bang, the treasurer who managed all the finances of Donghyo Seorang.
“It has been quite some time, Young Master Bu.”
Ok Ho Bang welcomed Bu Eunseol’s arrival with genuine warmth, yet his demeanor remained deeply cautious.
And with good reason—in the past, he had attempted to take Bu Eunseol’s life and paid a terrible price for it.
Had it not been for Heuk Pyo’s earnest intercession back then, Ok Ho Bang would not be standing in Deungmyeong Hall now, but rather lying cold within a coffin.
“Ah, but I should address you as Lord Bu now, shouldn’t I?”
As befitted a member of Donghyo Seorang, Ok Ho Bang was thoroughly versed in the affairs and intelligence of Gangho.
“It matters not. Call me as you see fit.”
“Of course, of course.”
Ok Ho Bang clasped his hands together and posed his question with utmost deference.
“Is it Sa Ha you’ve come seeking again?”
Sa Ha—that was Heuk Pyo’s true name.
“Indeed.”
“That boy is currently at Beomjeong Mountain.”
“I’ve heard the general account from Rang Ju.”
Bu Eunseol asked with evident bewilderment.
“Heuk Pyo is an information wanderer. Why would he involve himself in the conflicts of another sect?”
At this, Ok Ho Bang released a profound sigh.
“Over these past several years, that boy’s martial prowess has increased dramatically. He has become so formidable that even the elite wanderers this organization boasts cannot match him.”
Bu Eunseol smiled faintly.
Before sending Heuk Pyo off to Donghyo Seorang, I had inscribed a short blade manual containing my sword technique refinement for him.
And Heuk Pyo had clearly mastered it thoroughly.
“Once his martial prowess grew formidable, he abandoned his work as an information wanderer and became a combat wanderer, taking on the perilous jobs that others refuse.”
“Why would he do such a thing?”
“Because… he said that when you returned, he must surely be of strength to aid you.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes, which had remained expressionless until now, flickered with a subtle shift.
Sincerity.
Heuk Pyo was not only diligent and exceptionally talented, but he revered and followed Bu Eunseol as one would the heavens themselves.
He possessed a loyalty that could only be described as sincerity.
“What is the current situation?”
“Truth be told, that’s… not good.”
Bu Eunseol’s expression shifted to one of bewilderment as she studied Ok Ho Bang’s darkened face.
Did this mean something perilous had befallen Heuk Pyo, who surpassed even the elite wanderers?
Bu Eunseol asked in a grave voice.
“Explain in detail.”

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