The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 214

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Chapter 214.
Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess had long since ascended to a realm capable of contending with two masters of the Great Way.
Yet Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong were far from idle.
Through relentless cultivation, their skills had risen to heights incomparable to their past selves.
The opening strike came from Myo Cheon Woo’s Destruction Spear Palm.
The Destruction Spear Sect could stand supreme across the Demonic Path with merely two flesh palms because the might of their palm technique surpassed any divine weapon or legendary artifact.
Whoosh!
As the palm force erupted, the rocks surrounding Bu Eunseol’s position riddled with countless punctures.
Crack!
In that instant, a white serpent-like whip burrowed toward Bu Eunseol’s throat, escaping the radius of the palm force.
Swish.
Yet his form grew translucent, and the White Horse Whip carved through empty air. He had unleashed the Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement.
Crack! Whoosh!
As Nangya Sect’s supreme movement technique fully unfolded, both attackers’ strikes repeatedly found only void.
Seeing Bu Eunseol evade with such ease, Myo Cheon Woo’s irritation flared as he violently drew upon his inner force.
“This one you cannot escape.”
Hisssss!
Dozens of palm shadows embroidering the void suddenly transformed into mist, enveloping Bu Eunseol’s body.
It was the Destruction Print Mist Transformation Palm he had once employed to rescue Seok Woo Haeng at Jang Geom Mountain Lodge.
Crash!
Simultaneously, Yu Woon Ryong’s body spun like a top with ferocious velocity, unleashing ten thousand strands of whip shadows toward Bu Eunseol.
He had deployed the supreme technique of White Horse Sect, the whip method of Hobun Party, from a distance.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Destruction Spear Palms and White Horse Whips saturated all of heaven and earth.
Witnessing their overwhelming combined assault, Bu Eunseol finally extended his hand behind his back.
Whisper!
A low blade hum accompanied a single sword flower blooming in the void.
Simultaneously, sword techniques so swift the eye could scarcely discern them erupted in succession.
Clang clang clang clang!
The sword force pouring from the dark blade’s edge began deflecting the relentless dual supreme techniques of the Destruction Spear Sect and White Horse Sect without gap or flaw.
“Ugh.”
As technique collided with technique head-on, Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong recoiled as if struck by lightning.
The formidable inner force contained within the dark blade pierced their bodies like an awl, burrowing into their meridians.
Whoosh!
As both men retreated, Bu Eunseol’s sword technique transformed once more.
A pitch-black sword radiance soared to dye the entire sky, then descended like cascading rain toward the earth.
He had unleashed Meteor Chasing Moon and Residual Moon Reflecting Stars in succession.
Whoosh!
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong scattered left and right as if by prior agreement.
Having realized that meeting the sword technique head-on would inflict internal injuries, they withdrew entirely from the blade’s range.
“Not a chance!”
Though I had retreated under the overwhelming force of their inner power, neither Myo Cheon Woo nor Yu Woon Ryong showed any sign of weakening momentum.
If anything, they seemed invigorated, unleashing over a dozen techniques in rapid succession.
Boom! Crash!
In response, I flicked my left fingers to release a wind blade, then unfurled a sword strike with my right hand.
I deployed Hyeon Hyo Ma Ji and Man Roe Hyeol Geom—the supreme techniques of Jeol Cheon Myeol Ji—one in each hand.
Whoosh!
The moment I unleashed Jeol Cheon Myeol Ji’s martial arts instead of Mu Sang Cheon Ryu, Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo immediately spotted the opening and counterattacked.
Rumble!
But that was my deception.
Having anticipated their counterattack, I closed the distance, ensnaring Baek Ma Pyeon with my silent blade while my left hand seized Myo Cheon Woo’s wrist.
I had deliberately drawn them into a direct clash of inner power.
Rumble!
Heat erupted from all three of our bodies.
‘This cannot be.’
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes widened as they poured their inner power into the clash.
How could she withstand them so effortlessly when two masters of inner power exceeding the highest rank were combining their strength and unleashing it upon her?
Whoosh!
Realizing they were no match in a direct inner power confrontation, Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo immediately withdrew.
To retreat during an inner power clash meant one’s meridians would rupture from the opponent’s unleashed force.
But both men knew that the moment they withdrew, she would retract her inner power, so they made this move.
As Yu Woon Ryong retreated and swung Baek Ma Pyeon, I immediately pushed Myo Cheon Woo away and withdrew.
Crash!
Where I had stood an instant before, a dark crater now gaped.
Though it appeared to be a casual swing, Baek Ma Pyeon technique could cleave steel and shatter stone.
Moreover, the Baek Ma Pyeon technique that Yu Woon Ryong wielded was of a level that could tear the heavens and shake the earth.
“….”
The Bamboo Forest fell silent as death.
My martial prowess and that of the Ten Demon Immortals clashed like a heavenly general descended from the sky battling a rakshasa demon that had burrowed up from the earth.
In the midst of this, the three of us exchanged over forty more moves, locked in combat.
Had I unleashed my full power, I could have subdued them without difficulty.
Nong Jo Yeon Yun, which freely repositions sword energy. Man Geom Gwi Jong, which instantly mirrors the opponent’s movements with corresponding techniques.
And Hoe Shin Myeol Ji, which creates one hundred and eight variations to pierce even the most meticulous defense.
Moreover, I possessed Neung Hyeong Eo Geom—a technique that could block attacks by responding to the opponent’s killing intent.
But what I sought was not their subjugation, but rather a clash with the supreme techniques of the Ten Demonic Gates, achieving yet another breakthrough.
I was waiting for the moment when Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong would unleash their highest-level techniques.
“Excellent!”
Understanding my intent, Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong finally began drawing upon their full power.
Yu Woon Ryong unleashed Jeok Myeol Cheon Ha, while Myo Cheon Woo deployed Myeol In Pa Byeok.
Rumble!
Mysterious and ethereal light flowed from Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she gazed upon the two supreme martial techniques of the Ten Demonic Gates pouring down upon her.
Hollow Heart Penetrating Vision.
This formidable ability of the Demonic Path revealed not only the power of the descending techniques but also the strength contained within his physical form.
‘Impossible.’
The sensation from Hollow Heart Penetrating Vision spoke to Bu Eunseol.
The martial techniques she had unleashed thus far could not break through the combined defense of those two supreme arts.
She needed a new ultimate technique capable of pouring forth all of her formidable inner power.
Thump!
In that instant, all the energy drained from Bu Eunseol’s silent sword.
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong were startled.
Even as they unleashed a technique that would rend heaven and earth asunder, Bu Eunseol slowly lowered her sword tip toward the ground.
It resembled the image of a defeated warrior who had lightly cast down her blade—as though she had abandoned all hope.
‘What is this?’
The two men were bewildered, yet they could not withdraw the techniques they had already released.
At the very moment when the supreme arts of the Destruction Spear Sect and the White Horse Sect were about to engulf Bu Eunseol’s body,
Boom!
A powerful explosion of true energy erupted, golden radiance spreading from Bu Eunseol’s form, while her silent sword blazed with pitch-black sword energy that surged upward.
Crash!
Suddenly, a colossal sword energy like a towering cloud scattered in all directions. Simultaneously, the world fell silent and the sky darkened to black.
At the same time, the Destruction Spear Palm and White Horse Sect techniques that had been pouring down upon Bu Eunseol vanished without a trace.
Thud thud thud.
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong’s bodies were driven back dozens of paces, their sleeves reduced to dust.
Both bore severe internal injuries, their faces completely drained of color.
“What manner of swordplay is this?”
To Myo Cheon Woo’s question, Bu Eunseol, standing with a dazed expression as though lost in a dream, replied.
“Lament of the Flowing Stream.”
“Lament of the Flowing Stream?”
“I had only theorized its principles until now, never actually unleashing it—the eighth form of the Sourceless Heavenly Stream.”
Even if an enemy unleashed ten million sword techniques, only a single weapon would ever touch my body.
Lament of the Flowing Stream utilized this principle to perceive the enemy’s decisive technique and launch a counterattack in one breath—an ultimate reversal form.
However, to perfect this sword form required a technique capable of defending against any form of attack without fail.
And Bu Eunseol had finally perfected that sword form by using the Flexible Truth Seal, which could materialize true energy in any shape.
Hisss.
White vapor rose from Bu Eunseol’s body.
From unleashing the Flexible Truth Seal, her qi and blood surged turbulently and her meridians twisted in pain. Yet she bore a bright smile instead.
‘The path reveals itself, bit by bit.’
If she could deepen her mastery of the Flexible Truth Seal and perfectly digest the technique of Lament of the Flowing Stream,
she could face Geol Wang and Geon Gon in a decisive battle.
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Seolhyangyeon was the most renowned pleasure house within the city.
The prices here were exorbitantly high, and the singing and dancing courtesans were uniformly skilled in their arts, their beauty rivaling the most celebrated beauties of the realm.
Moreover, the courtesans of this establishment would not sell their bodies unless they wished to, so dissolute libertines could not even approach them.
Thus Seolhyangyeon had earned a reputation as a pleasure house frequented only by local notables, wealthy merchants, nobility, and high officials.
“Get out here at once!”
Just then, curses erupted in the otherwise quiet Seolhyangyeon, followed by the murmur of commotion.
Crash!
The guests in the pavilion opened their windows and peered down.
In the courtyard below, a thoroughly intoxicated man and a group of tavern servants were locked in a struggle.
“Jin Won! Where in the heavens are you hiding that I can’t even catch a glimpse of you!”
Jin Won was the most accomplished courtesan of Seolhyangyeon. Her beauty was unparalleled in Tianxia, and she possessed extraordinary skill with the zither.
“Bring her to me at once! Now!”
As the man bellowed, one of the tavern servants grabbed his sleeve.
“She is currently attending to an honored guest in the Seoleum Pavilion. How could we possibly bring her away on such short notice?”
“Hmph, do you know who I am?”
The man shook off the servant’s hand and shouted in a thick voice.
“I have taken precious time to come to this place, and you tell me I cannot see Jin Won? That makes no sense!”
“Young master.”
“Hmm, is it a matter of money?”
The man pulled a bundle of banknotes from his pocket and hurled them at the servant’s face.
“Bring her to me quickly!”
The bundle of banknotes that scattered across the ground after striking the servant’s face appeared to exceed ten thousand taels.
He seemed to be a dissolute scion of some prominent household.
“Bring that girl to me now! This instant!”
Thud.
As the man continued his commotion for some time, a window on the third floor of the Seohyang Pavilion to the east suddenly opened wide, and a low voice rang out.
“Listen here, young man. There are many distinguished guests in Seolhyangyeon. Cease this disturbance and leave.”
“Hahahaha! Distinguished? What distinguished guests would be found in a pleasure house?”
The man laughed raucously, glancing around.
“Men come to pleasure houses for one reason alone—to lay their heads upon the lap of a pretty courtesan!”
“Young master, if you continue in this manner, we shall have no choice but to act!”
As the man’s behavior grew more outrageous, the servants from the Seohyang Pavilion rushed forward to drag him out.
“No choice? Hahahaha.”
Yet the man, apparently trained in martial arts, casually hurled the servants aside with ease, laughing heartily.
“How dare you lay hands upon me!”
“Tch.”
From the third floor of the pavilion, an irritated voice sounded once more.
“A despicable wretch. We are in the midst of important matters. Remove him at once.”
The door of the Seohyang Pavilion opened, and a robust middle-aged man with a build like a bear and the waist of a tiger stepped out.
Curiously, though his garments were of fine quality and immaculate, there were visible traces of wear around the sleeves.
“Hmph, so even beggars frequent pleasure houses now?”
At the man’s words, the Middle-Aged Man’s thick brows twitched visibly.
“Young friend. You seem to have drunk quite a bit. Why don’t you head home?”
“If I want to leave, I’ll manage it myself. Don’t concern yourself.”
“It seems gentle words won’t work.”
Realizing further conversation was futile, the Middle-Aged Man extended his hand toward the man’s shoulder.
The gesture appeared to be merely a restraining motion, yet the Middle-Aged Man’s fingers harbored enough martial force to shatter an ox’s bones.
He intended to dislocate the man’s shoulder in one swift motion, inflicting pain and sobering him through agony.
Crack!
In that instant, a dull bone-breaking sound echoed out.
Yet something was amiss.
The Middle-Aged Man, who had been attempting to seize the man’s shoulder, was instead retreating backward with a contorted expression of anguish.
“Ugh.”
Clutching his fingers, the Middle-Aged Man released a pained groan.
As he poured vicious martial force into his fingers to dislocate the man’s shoulder, his own fingers snapped instead.
“His body is tempered to such an extent…”
The Jianding acupoint, located between the neck and shoulder, is painful even when pressed by an untrained person.
Yet this man had conditioned that delicate spot so thoroughly that it could repel fingers infused with martial force?
Could this ragged vagrant have actually mastered an external martial technique like Iron Skin?
“As expected of a beggar—your hands are rough and you reek.”
The man pointed to the hole in his shoulder blade torn by the Middle-Aged Man’s fingers as he spoke.
“This filthy beggar has torn my precious silk robes. Do you have the money to compensate me?”
“So you’ve learned one external technique and think you’re something now?”
Crack, crack.
As the Middle-Aged Man applied force to his fingers once more, bone-breaking sounds erupted alongside a surge of overwhelming power.
“Let me show you there is always a heaven above heaven.”
Boom! Crash! Bang!
Dull impact sounds erupted consecutively across the courtyard of Seohyang Pavilion.
Indeed, there was a heaven above heaven.
The only misfortune was that it belonged not to the Middle-Aged Man, but to the drunken vagrant causing the disturbance.
“You insolent beggar!”
Boom. Boom.
With each kick from the man, the Middle-Aged Man was forced to curl his body into a ball like a centipede.
Though the kicks seemed effortless, each impact caused his bones to ache and drained the strength from his entire body.
‘How is this possible?’
The eyes of the Middle-Aged Man sprawled on the ground had lost all focus.
He was Je No Sam, the leader of Gae Bang.
His alias was Eagle Heaven One Peak.
He was a master of close combat, having mastered the Mystic Spiral True Fist—one of Gae Bang’s exclusive techniques—to the eighth level or beyond.
Yet here he was, rolling across the ground like a dog, unable to withstand the kicks of a drunken vagrant?
“P-please, stop!”
When Je No Sam, unable to endure the pain, cried out, the man ceased his kicks.
“Then summon her.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“Bring Jin Won here.”
“What kind of nonsense is that….”
Je No Sam’s words trailed off.
The kicks resumed once more.
“Ah. So you’re a young master of considerable standing.”
A deep sigh echoed from the third-floor pavilion, and an elderly man descended before Je No Sam.
“To render my provincial lord, who has mastered the Xuanla True Fist, immobilized with a single kick.”
The old man narrowed his elongated eyes as he spoke.
“Which sect do you hail from?”
“These are amusing fellows indeed.”
The man pointed at the white-haired elder’s face with his finger.
“If you’re beggars, then beg outside like proper beggars. Why crawl into a pleasure house that charges three hundred taels per wine service?”
“Mind your tongue.”
The old man’s eyes flashed as he spoke.
“Though this establishment walks the Righteous Path, we are not so magnanimous as to tolerate vermin.”
“Fond of righteousness, are you?”
The man chuckled softly as he spoke.
“Is this what the Orthodox Sects do—peddle premium intelligence scattered throughout Murim and receive hospitality and great wealth in return?”
“….”
“And the Hobun Party leader, who classifies the critical intelligence that determines the major routes within Gae Bang?”
Murmurs rippled through the pavilion.
In an instant, whispers erupted from every corner of the establishment.
Seolhyangyeon was precisely the place where high officials and luminaries from all walks gathered.
Yet the Hobun Party leader, a key figure of Gae Bang, was receiving hospitality by selling information?
“Who are you?”
The old man’s expression grew as cold as eternal ice.
He had realized the man was not drunk but deliberately provoking a confrontation.

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