The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227.
Shudder.
Bu Eunseol’s body, stained pitch-black, trembled violently.
Simultaneously, the dark vital energy surging forth began to dissipate gradually.
Ak Moo Ryung was forcibly injecting power into Bu Eunseol’s meridians, extinguishing the force of the Yeui True Seal.
“….”
Yet something felt peculiar.
As Ak Moo Ryung’s power flowed in, my mind instead grew crystalline, and abnormal strength surged through my body.
‘Heart Follows Divine Movement….’
Suddenly, the final dharma of the Sak Jeong Secret Method flashed through my consciousness.
‘That is—the law of wielding intent according to the heart’s desire.’
Ak Moo Ryung, whose heart harbored not a shred of emotion, had achieved the pinnacle of the Sak Jeong Secret Method.
When such a being injected the power of Hwan Sang Boo Hwan, the incomplete Sak Jeong Secret Method instead began to solidify.
‘My vital energy does not roil.’
Had I unleashed the Yeui True Seal consecutively at this intensity, my vital essence would have burned or twisted violently.
Yet now there were no symptoms whatsoever—instead, my mind felt refreshed and my body brimmed with vitality.
Flash!
As I broke free entirely from Ak Moo Ryung’s power, a brilliant radiance blazed from my eyes.
Witnessing this, a piercing cyan light erupted from Ak Moo Ryung’s pupils.
[Sa Do Moo Myung, this shallow trick….]
Ma Cheon Je must have predicted that when Ak Moo Ryung encountered Bu Eunseol, he would unleash the full force of Hwan Sang Boo Hwan.
And he had discerned that this power would stabilize the Sak Jeong Secret Method further.
‘How extraordinary.’
I too felt the strangeness of it all.
The power Ak Moo Ryung had poured forth to annihilate the Sak Jeong Secret Method had instead become a shield protecting my vital energy?
Could it be that Ma Cheon Je had foreseen this and taught me the Sak Jeong Secret Method for precisely this reason?
‘If that is so…then Ma Cheon Je.’
Confusion seized me.
I had believed the Sak Jeong Secret Method was merely a blade Ma Cheon Je wielded at will.
Yet it not only defended against Ak Moo Ryung’s Hwan Sang Boo Hwan, but also refined my meridians to allow the Yeui True Seal to manifest more fully.
At that moment, Ak Moo Ryung released a profound sigh.
[Sa Do Moo Myung. Sa Do Moo Myung…!]
As reverence and rivalry toward Ma Cheon Je surged within him, the Hwan Sang Boo Hwan power he had been unleashing loosened.
‘Now!’
With my mind fully restored to clarity, a crimson blood-light flickered once more in my eyes.
Should I miss this moment, I would never escape Ak Moo Ryung’s grotesque power.
Without hesitation, I drew the Silent Sword.
Whisper.
And without delay, I unfurled the Eternal Heavenly Stream toward Ak Moo Ryung.
A direct assault.
Only through this method could I convert the spiritual attacks that Ak Moo Ryung unleashed into a physical confrontation.
Thud!
As the dark blade carved toward his neck, Ak Moo Ryung flicked his fingers with casual grace.
Clang!
The blade bent like a bow with a crystalline ring, and I was hurled backward dozens of paces.
Drip, drip, drip.
Blood streamed from my hands as I gripped the dark blade.
The overwhelming force of Ak Moo Ryung’s wind technique had torn open my palms when it struck the sword.
Flash.
In that instant, a verdant radiance descended from the heavens like lightning.
It was Dan Cheong.
“Gak Ju!”
He had been descending Cheol Jang Peak when he sensed Ak Moo Ryung pouring forth his power, and he had turned back.
“This child will bear responsibility for Nangya Pavilion’s future.”
“….”
“Do you intend to repeat such actions once more?”
Despite his earnest plea, Ak Moo Ryung’s expression remained unmoved.
Dan Cheong tensed.
Though he feared nothing in this world, he harbored deep dread of Ak Moo Ryung alone.
It was not merely because his martial prowess was formidable, but because in pursuit of the pinnacle of the martial way…
He knew all too well that Ak Moo Ryung could annihilate every disciple of Nangya Pavilion without so much as blinking.
[Hehehehe…]
Ak Moo Ryung suddenly pointed at me with a finger and burst into laughter.
[Ahahaha!]
Ak Moo Ryung’s wild laughter, directed at the heavens, ceased abruptly.
[Why did you convert the spiritual assault into an actual fight.]
Then, gazing down at me as blood dripped from my wounds, he spoke.
[Surely you did not intend to truly contend with Bon Gak Ju.]
“That could hardly be the case.”
I answered firmly, my grip unwavering upon the dark blade.
“I merely attempted whatever struggle I could muster.”
[A struggle, you say.]
Ak Moo Ryung spoke in a low murmur as he gazed down at me.
My unfaltering eyes scattered a radiance as serene and brilliant as the full moon suspended in the night sky.
In that moment, Ak Moo Ryung’s grip tightened.
‘Sa Do Moo Myung. You cursed creature….’
Only then did he comprehend why Ma Cheon Je had been observing me, and what he desired.
‘Very well. I shall see where this leads.’
[With such clarity of purpose, there is nothing to obstruct. That is why you have transcended the techniques of swordplay and the constraints of organization.]
The light in Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes had transformed.
[Obsessing over a single goal aligns with emptiness of heart. You harbor no hesitation or obstacle in pursuit of your objective.]
Bu Eunseol had always possessed but one singular purpose.
As an orphan, it was merely surviving starvation.
After meeting Bu Chanyang, it became becoming the greatest Yeomsa to aid her grandfather.
And now, she sought to become an undefeated warrior to avenge her grandfather’s death.
Innate talent and natural gifts. Moreover, possessing beauty that could captivate any woman—yet…
How many souls in this world could devote themselves entirely to a single goal without their attention scattering elsewhere?
[Very well.]
Ak Moo Ryung spoke in a low voice.
[We shall suspend matters concerning the Demon Hall for now.]
Dan Cheong was greatly startled.
Until this moment, Ak Moo Ryung had never once reversed his own words.
A subtle shift.
In that brief span, Ak Moo Ryung’s gaze and voice had transformed. Withdrawing his eyes, he slowly turned his body to gaze upon the distant sky.
It was a silent command to depart.
Bu Eunseol could not comprehend this abrupt change, yet she immediately sheathed her silent blade and brought her palms together in respect.
“Then.”
Bu Eunseol was descending Cheol Jang Peak once more alongside Dan Cheong.
Throughout her life, Bu Eunseol had faced countless perils. Yet never before had she come so close to death.
Nangya Pavilion Master Ak Moo Ryung was a supreme demon that no ordinary mind could fathom.
“Mm.”
As Bu Eunseol exhaled softly while recalling Ak Moo Ryung’s form, Dan Cheong’s brow furrowed.
“Bu Eunseol.”
“I am fine.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with a forced smile.
“Still, the Pavilion Master has truly reached a boundless realm.”
The Nangya Pavilion Master had not exerted his full strength.
From his perspective, he had merely attempted to crush an annoying insect, and upon finding it unexpectedly resilient, he had simply withdrawn his hand.
[At his age, to have endured the power of the Convergence Peak Divine Transformation and Illusory Phantom Manifestation that the Pavilion Master deployed—you are likely the first to do so.]
At Dan Cheong’s words, Bu Eunseol wore a parched smile.
“It seems the Pavilion Master never intended to kill me from the start.”
Had Ak Moo Ryung exerted his true power?
Even a master at the pinnacle of the Extreme Heaven Realm would have lost their sense of self and become an idiot.
“You may take pride in this.”
Dan Cheong spoke with a satisfied expression.
“Those whose minds do not shatter even after the Pavilion Master displays such power are few and far between.”
“I see.”
Having barely clawed back from an inescapable ten-thousand-kalpa hell where consciousness nearly dissolved.
Bu Eunseol’s expression was as if she had merely been roughed up by a street ruffian.
‘Mm.’
Dan Cheong shook his head.
Ak Moo Ryung, with his inhuman appearance and strength, was certainly a monster in his own right, but…
Bu Eunseol, possessing beauty rivaling that of a peerless celestial maiden, now appeared equally monstrous.
‘What lies beneath that seemingly fragile frame that granted her the resolve to break even Gak Ju?’
Then Bu Eunseol, as if remembering something, opened her mouth.
“Has there been any word from the Demon Hall?”
“A messenger arrived just recently.”
Dan Cheong spoke with a bitter smile.
“The Demon Hall Master commanded that if I failed to send you back unharmed, he would dispatch the Demon Hall’s forces.”
In that moment, I found myself laughing.
It was not only Ak Moo Ryung who harbored competitive spirit.
Ma Cheon Je had likewise demonstrated his willingness to employ force to secure me as a talent not to be lost.
‘Ma Cheon Je….’
Contemplating Ma Cheon Je, I shook my head.
I could not fathom what manner of person he was, nor whether his intentions toward me were benevolent or malicious.
“Bu Eunseol.”
Dan Cheong spoke then.
“You may have found Gak Ju formidable, but his nature is not entirely malevolent.”
“I am aware.”
“But the Demon Hall Master is different.”
At this unexpected statement, I blinked.
“He did not emerge from the Ten Demonic Gates, yet became master of the Demon Hall. He is a supreme warrior who rose to that position by subduing the Elder Council, the Ten Demonic Gates, and even external forces that threatened him.”
“….”
“None can fathom his true nature, and no one knows what he schemes. So profound is this mystery that the position of Deputy Hall Master remains vacant to this day, yet he leaves it unfilled.”
I nodded in acknowledgment.
The supreme warriors I had encountered thus far were, to some degree, comprehensible.
Yet Ma Cheon Je alone remained utterly inscrutable, and I sensed he possessed knowledge of things I did not.
“Caution alone will not shield you from his machinations, but you must still be wary.”
Dan Cheong spoke in a low voice.
“The Demon Hall Master, and the Demon Hall itself, are far more treacherous and sinister than you imagine.”
“I understand.”
As I lowered my head, Dan Cheong spoke again.
“Will you proceed to the Demon Hall?”
“I will.”
“Before that, there is a task for you.”
Dan Cheong’s expression was grave and solemn.
Surely this task would be no simple matter. I steeled myself and clasped my hands together.
“I am prepared for whatever you entrust to me.”
Then Dan Cheong spoke with utmost seriousness.
“Bon Gak is so desperately short-handed that we are dying from the lack of labor.”
Dan Cheong gripped Bu Eunseol’s shoulder with taloned fingers and spoke with grave intensity.
“Do not rush to the Demon Palace. Spend the next fortnight assisting Bon Gak with its affairs.”
Deep into the night.
Bu Eunseol sat at a table in her newly constructed, gleaming quarters, her brush moving with fervent purpose.
Swish, swish.
What she inscribed was a secret martial manual.
In truth, Nangya Sect possessed no systematic teachings.
Recognizing this deficiency, she had spent several sleepless nights composing a single secret manual titled “Nangya’s True Essence.”
―Your task is to traverse every corner of Bon Gak, making your presence known.
Days earlier, Dan Cheong had issued this command to Bu Eunseol.
―Tell the newly arrived disciples of your exploits throughout the Gangho. Or demonstrate your martial techniques in brief.
Though the directive seemed peculiar, Bu Eunseol fulfilled it with unwavering dedication.
And she perceived one profound regret.
Nangya Sect’s foundational martial art: Night Beast Technique.
Because this discipline could not be mastered without innate talent…
countless disciples failed to pass the initiation ceremony, drinking the cup of defeat.
After careful deliberation, Bu Eunseol began inscribing the principles of Night Beast Technique, which every Nangya disciple must master.
‘This is no simple matter.’
Bu Eunseol paused momentarily, her lips pursing with frustration.
To master Night Beast Technique required not only risking one’s life, but awakening one’s senses in progressive stages.
Even if torrential rains and thunder crashed down as they had on Hell Island, without exceptional comprehension like Bu Eunseol’s, one could never master it.
‘This approach will not suffice.’
As Bu Eunseol wrote deeper into the manual, sighs escaped her lips.
Since Nangya Sect’s martial arts depended solely upon enlightenment, conveying them systematically was extraordinarily difficult.
Had such a thing been possible, Nangya Sect would have long ago unified its transmission methods.
‘Yet I shall complete this.’
Bu Eunseol did not despair at what could not be accomplished immediately.
She resolved that one day she would establish a systematic framework for Nangya Sect’s martial teachings.
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
Sunlight had begun filtering through the window, and birds sang their morning chorus.
Bu Eunseol had spent the entire night writing the secret manual.
“Bu Eunseol.”
A deep voice called from outside, accompanied by footsteps.
It was the voice of So Jeon, Master of Changsin Squad.
“What brings you here, Master?”
Bu Eunseol’s expression grew puzzled.
Come to think of it, whenever she returned to Nangya Sect, she would always exchange martial bouts with So Jeon.
Could it be that even now, his hands itched to test himself against her?
‘If it is now, I could finally face the Master with my full strength.’
Bu Eunseol stepped outside, brimming with anticipation, only to find So Jeon standing with an expression of utmost gravity.
His gaze had grown distant and his expression hardened—it was clear he had not come for a sparring match.
“Come with me for a moment.”
“What is this about?”
So Jeon spoke with utmost seriousness.
“Follow me and you’ll understand.”
So Jeon led Bu Eunseol to the Grand Training Ground, where roughly a hundred young disciples had gathered.
They were all exceptionally talented martial prodigies who had mastered the fundamentals of the Demonic Path to a considerable degree and had been recognized as disciples of Nangya Pavilion.
“These are the ones who have officially become disciples of Bon Gak. Now we need to assign them to their desired squads, but….”
So Jeon spoke with an expression of utmost gravity.
“I need you to explain what Changsin Squad is all about.”
“…An explanation, you say?”
“Yes. An explanation.”
So Jeon spoke with resolute audacity.
“To be precise, I’m not asking for an explanation of what Changsin Squad is—I’m asking you to tell them about the advantages of joining Changsin Squad.”
Bu Eunseol sighed.
Now I understood—So Jeon intended to use my help to recruit a large number of these formal disciples into Changsin Squad.
“Why not simply let them choose for themselves as usual?”
Bu Eunseol spoke with slumped shoulders.
“They are all exceptional talents; they will make wise choices on their own.”
Nangya Pavilion did not force disciples to practice martial arts, nor did it assign them to any particular organization.
The disciples alone judged their own abilities and temperament, then made their own decisions.
But now an extraordinary concentration of disciples capable of excelling wherever they were placed had gathered here.
In other words, the situation had changed dramatically from before.
“Bu Eunseol.”
So Jeon pressed his stone-like face close, his eyes bloodshot with intensity.
“The squad commander is serious about this. We must recruit exceptional disciples into Changsin Squad.”
…If I didn’t explain, he looked ready to grab me by the collar on the spot.
“Very well.”
Bu Eunseol reluctantly stepped forward before the disciples.
I had accumulated outstanding martial achievements at a young age and had even slain one of the Four Gods Seven Kings.
With my exceptional appearance to boot, I was nothing short of an idol to these young Nangya Pavilion disciples.
“In the past, I was a temporary member of Changsin Squad. Through assignments I undertook, I learned martial techniques that could never be mastered through cultivation alone.”
Though it was So Jeon’s request, every word was true.
My foundational martial techniques had been learned by watching the masters of Changsin Squad over their shoulders.
“In Changsin Squad, you will acquire exceptional martial arts that cultivation alone could never grant you.”
At that, the disciples’ eyes gleamed with excitement, and they surged forward toward So Jeon.
“Heh heh.”
At that moment, a low chuckle rang out as a middle-aged man in scholarly robes slowly emerged.
It was none other than Baek Yeon, the commander of Fengyun Corps.
“Commander.”
As Bu Eunseol bowed her head, Baek Yeon smiled with satisfaction and nodded in acknowledgment.
“The way you speak of it, one might mistake Changsin Squad for the destination of Bon Gak’s finest disciples.”
He seemed to have overheard everything Bu Eunseol had said from a distance.
“Changsin Squad is admirable, certainly. But our Fengyun Corps possesses its own distinct advantages, does it not?”
Baek Yeon approached in a single stride and placed his hand gently upon Bu Eunseol’s shoulder.
“Exceptional disciples naturally belong with the main corps.”
Crunch.
Strangely, the pressure from Baek Yeon’s fingers upon her shoulder seemed to intensify with each passing moment.
When she lifted her gaze, she found that the eyes which had always remained coldly composed now blazed with searing flames of fury.
“Is that not so?”
….
As Bu Eunseol averted her gaze with a darkened expression, Baek Yeon whispered in a voice that grew increasingly low and ominous.
“Now then, I would appreciate an explanation regarding Fengyun Corps as well.”

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