The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 232

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Chapter 232.
Gu Dong Ak, blocking Bu Eunseol’s path, bellowed with a voice like thunder.
“Bu Eunseol! Did you truly believe you could slaughter the masters of our Alliance and simply walk away?”
“Slaughter?”
Bu Eunseol’s expression turned quizzical.
“How can you call it slaughter when I merely defended myself against one who sought to kill me without cause?”
“What nonsense is this?”
“I avoided conflict with him. Yet he ambushed me from behind.”
….
“Does that make me guilty?”
Bu Eunseol gestured calmly toward the onlookers gathered around them.
“If you believe I am, then act now. This would be an excellent opportunity to reveal the Murim Alliance’s arrogance to all.”
Gu Dong Ak’s expression froze as he noticed the gazes pouring in from all directions.
‘She orchestrated this entire situation deliberately!’
In truth, Jo Bi Woon’s unleashing of sword wind had been a feint to pin down the fleeing Bu Eunseol.
But the common folk watching nearby lacked the ability to discern such subtlety.
‘This cunning devil!’
Gu Dong Ak bit his lip.
Only now did he comprehend that every action Bu Eunseol had taken was a scheme to kill Jo Bi Woon.
“Can you truly bear the consequences?”
Regardless of what anyone said, Jo Bi Woon was the only son of Jo Cheon Wang, the Master of Wu Tian Duan.
In essence, Bu Eunseol had created an irreconcilable blood feud with one of the Seven Sect Masters, the very pillars of the Murim Alliance.
“You dare slay the blood of a Sect Master and speak of bearing consequences?”
“The Murim Alliance should bear them.”
“What?”
“Unless the Murim Alliance is a place that professionally teaches the art of backstabbing.”
Gu Dong Ak’s expression hardened once more upon seeing Bu Eunseol’s smile.
‘This is….’
There was no room for rebuttal.
Jo Bi Woon had executed a rear ambush—something even the Orthodox Sects forbade.
No matter how eloquently he argued that it had merely been a feint, there was no way to prove it.
Instead, only the common folk’s eyewitness accounts of Jo Bi Woon ambushing Bu Eunseol from behind would spread.
“If we are to assign responsibility for the origin of this incident, you too cannot escape it.”
At Bu Eunseol’s following words, Gu Dong Ak could say nothing.
In truth, he bore responsibility for restraining Jo Bi Woon’s arrogant recklessness.
Yet he too had merely watched Jo Bi Woon’s delusional behavior, trusting in the Murim Alliance’s prestige.
Never imagining that anyone would actually kill the only son of the Wu Tian Duan Master.
“Ugh.”
Gu Dong Ak bit his lip.
Even if the Alliance Master himself stood here, he could not question Bu Eunseol.
If one were to assign responsibility for this incident, he himself would be the first to bear it.
“Let’s go!”
Trembling, he ordered his subordinates to retrieve Jo Bi Woon’s corpse, then departed without delay.
* * *
Bu Eunseol’s actions once again sent shockwaves through Murim.
To kill the only son of the Wu Tian Duan Master of the Murim Alliance with a single stroke?
Yet even in these circumstances, the Murim Alliance could take no action.
For Jo Bi Woon, in his arrogance, had committed an act that no martial artist should ever dare attempt.
If anything, it was Gu Dong Ak, the commander of the escort, who deserved punishment.
―Truly a madman.
A disciple of Nangya Sect and a candidate for succession to Demon Hall, Bu Eunseol.
The Orthodox Sects called him the Cloud King, yet whispers in the streets had begun to call him the Mad Blade.
The Mad Blade.
Not only was he exceptionally skilled among the later generation of masters…
But rumors spread that he was a madman who knew no fear whatsoever.
“There are no more fools rushing in to take a bite, it seems.”
Hyuk So Jin, drinking at an inn near Yeo Nam after passing through Hwang Gye, wore an expression of disappointment.
Since killing Jo Bi Woon, no one had dared challenge Bu Eunseol.
For rumors had spread far and wide that one must stake their life to face him.
“And the more time passes, the more bizarre epithets keep piling up.”
“….”
“The Cloud King, well, that’s from those wretched Gae Bang bastards, so I suppose that’s acceptable. But the Mad Blade? What is that?”
Crash.
Hyuk So Jin set down his wine bottle forcefully, his expression one of grievance.
“Brother Bu deserves something like Sword King or… something like that.”
Despite Hyuk So Jin’s passionate complaint, Bu Eunseol merely stared expressionlessly out the window.
“Aren’t you aggrieved, Brother Bu?”
Tap.
Bu Eunseol set down his cup and shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter.”
I cared not at all.
Whether I earned an epithet or not, whether I ascended to the position of advisor to the Four Gods Seven Kings—I harbored no regrets or dissatisfaction.
My goal was not fame or power.
“I understand you don’t concern yourself with honor or renown, but still, Brother Bu is human too….”
As Hyuk So Jin’s grumbling lengthened, Bu Eunseol slowly opened his mouth.
“From the start, fame and honor are merely labels others affix to you.”
“Well… that’s true, I suppose.”
It was a fair point.
After all, even the name Four Gods Seven Kings was not something they had created themselves, but rather something others had bestowed upon them, was it not?
Renown was like a patina that naturally accumulated as one cultivated their strength.
Obsessing over such matters could paradoxically lead one to fall into the realm of inferior mastery.
“Moreover, fame is not always an asset for a martial artist.”
Bu Eunseol raised her cup again and spoke in a low voice.
“The more one’s name circulates among the masses, the more widely known become their techniques, methods, and even appearance. Sometimes that name alone can instill caution in an adversary.”
“That would certainly be true.”
Hyuk So Jin, who had been pondering Bu Eunseol’s words, suddenly laughed with a hollow sound.
“Brother Bu, you are truly remarkable. There is not much difference in our ages, yet it seems your experience and knowledge surpass mine by decades.”
He then gazed toward the distant sky and released a sigh.
“When will I ever reach such a state?”
His voice carried not admiration, but fear.
Hyuk So Jin would soon become the leader of all the disciples of Jeol Cheon Myul Ji.
And to lead a sect, one required not only martial prowess but also wise and discerning judgment.
The leadership to guide many forward and the qualities to win their absolute loyalty.
Hyuk So Jin tormented himself over the lack of such abilities and qualifications.
“Perhaps Jeol Cheon Myul Ji needs someone other than me—someone more outstanding.”
“That is a mistaken notion.”
As Hyuk So Jin’s shoulders drooped, Bu Eunseol spoke with resolute conviction.
“A leader need not necessarily be wiser or more capable than others. If that were the case, all sect masters in Murim would be geniuses.”
“Is that… truly so?”
“The characteristic of sect leaders is not that they excel themselves, but that they deploy people aptly in their proper roles. This is how they can lead a sect even without being wise.”
He took another sip of wine and continued in a hushed tone.
“The Sa Yeong Dae is the same. Each member possesses different talents and specialties with strong individuality. Yet they became an excellent unit simply because their leaders guided them well.”
Bu Eunseol fixed her gaze intently upon Hyuk So Jin.
“And everything I speak of, you have already been doing all along.”
Only then did Hyuk So Jin comprehend.
He had continuously faced formidable enemies alongside Bu Eunseol, led and commanded numerous allies, and orchestrated strategies.
Unaware of it, all the journeys and experiences thus far were etched into his very being.
“Thank you. For enlightening me once more.”
Hyuk So Jin rose from his seat and clasped his hands together.
“And I shall surely guide Jeol Cheon Myul Ji toward the righteous path.”
* * *
Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin resumed their journey with renewed urgency.
The carriage pressed forward without rest, and soon they drew near Nan Ju. Another day and a half of travel would see them arrive at Jeol Cheon Myul Ji.
“My, my lord.”
At that moment, the coachman’s alarmed voice rang out.
“It appears you should disembark.”
As Bu Eunseol descended from the carriage, she beheld a hundred martial artists arrayed solemnly across the plain ahead.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes sharpened, and a faint smile crossed her lips.
“The Blood Sea Demon Well.”
The martial artists’ garments were identical to those of the masters from the Blood Sea Demon Well, the notorious demonic force that had once persecuted Gu Yang Cheong Jeong.
“Bu Eunseol.”
At that moment, a grotesquely featured middle-aged man stepped forward from the front of the Murim warriors.
It was none other than Go Geuk Shin, the Third Master of the Blood Sea Demon Well, known as the Poison Vulture Demon Soul.
“You remember this master, don’t you?”
He was not only brutally violent by nature, but also a cruel demonic cultivator who would crush his enemies’ skulls like sugarcane with his Demon Bone Technique even after killing them.
Yet Bu Eunseol smiled warmly at Go Geuk Shin as if greeting an old friend.
“It has been quite some time. So, have you visited Bon Gak?”
Go Geuk Shin ground his teeth.
In the past, when he had attempted to abduct Gu Yang Cheong Jeong, Bu Eunseol had suddenly intervened, and he had publicly declared that he would annihilate her entire sect.
Of course, he had not known it was the Nangya Sect at the time, but that ignorance had transformed the incident into a humiliating memory he could never forget throughout his life.
“Your mouth remains as it always was.”
He spoke in a voice dripping with murderous intent.
“Every word from you continues to twist this master’s mood.”
“I doubt you came merely to witness my mouth in good working order.”
Bu Eunseol continued with uncharacteristic jest, speaking at length.
“Or have you come now to annihilate the Demon Palace, which this master leads?”
Bu Eunseol was now the Grand Master of the Demon Palace.
To touch him without cause was no different from touching the Demon Palace itself.
“Hmph, it matters not if you invoke the name of the Demon Palace.”
Go Geuk Shin laughed with satisfaction.
“This falls within the realm of a succession struggle, after all.”
“A succession struggle, you say.”
Bu Eunseol nodded with genuine interest in his eyes.
“How curious. Since when did the Blood Sea Demon Well become part of the Ten Demonic Gates?”
Bu Eunseol stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming with insight.
“Or is there perhaps another successor candidate I am unaware of?”
Go Geuk Shin flinched momentarily but wore a sinister smile.
“Think as you wish. You will die regardless.”
Given that he had boldly led the vanguard of the Blood Sea Demon Well, it was certain they had made a pact with one of the Demon Palace’s succession candidates.
If they attempted to slaughter a Demon Palace successor candidate at will, the Blood Sea Demon Well would be erased from Murim immediately.
“Your audacity has swollen beyond measure.”
At that moment, Hyuk So Jin spoke in a voice as cold as ice.
“The demonic cultivators of the Blood Sea Demon Well dare enter our sect’s territory so brazenly and commit such folly?”
Then Go Geuk Shin’s lips curled upward.
“Did I not say so? This is a struggle between succession candidates.”
And he spoke in an ominous tone.
“Even if the masters of Jeol Cheon Myul Ji swarmed in, they could not interfere in this fight.”
“The explanation is complete. Simply attack. I have far to go.”
“Hehehehe. I am well aware that you possess considerable power. That you happened to kill Geol Wang is also known.”
Go Geuk Shin laughed, baring his fangs.
“But this time will be different.”
Bu Eunseol yawned.
It wasn’t intentional—she was simply growing weary of Go Geuk Shin’s endless chatter.
“What could possibly be different?”
As Bu Eunseol yawned and posed the question, Go Geuk Shin’s eyes blazed with fervor.
“You’ve heard of the Cold-Blooded Ghosts of Moo Ha Soo Yoo Jeong, haven’t you?”
“Cold-Blooded Ghosts?”
Hyuk So Jin’s expression shifted at those words.
Only then did he notice that all the martial artists standing behind Go Geuk Shin possessed the dull, lifeless gaze of corpses.
“Bu, it appears he truly has brought Cold-Blooded Ghosts with him.”
Within the Demonic Path sects, where producing exceptional martial artists in abundance was difficult, they sometimes created combat forces through special secret methods and rigorous training.
The Blood Sea Demon Well had similarly cultivated large-scale forces through such means—these were the Cold-Blooded Ghosts.
To eliminate fear, they were forcibly administered special drugs.
Moreover, the martial techniques they mastered were such that if they could sever an enemy’s lifeline, they would unhesitatingly sacrifice their own lives in the process.
There were even claims that the Blood Sea Demon Well earned its reputation as a cursed place in Murim and became synonymous with terror precisely because of these Cold-Blooded Ghosts.
“This promises to be a difficult battle.”
*Shing.*
Hyuk So Jin drew the Kang Sak Blood Spear from his left wrist in one fluid motion.
He stepped forward before Bu Eunseol and spoke.
“I shall take the vanguard.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“There’s no need for that.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s time I showed you something.”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s eyes ignited like burning coals, blazing crimson.
“Watch carefully. See where the next rung of the ladder you must climb truly lies.”
She then strode past Hyuk So Jin toward Go Geuk Shin with measured, deliberate steps.
Hyuk So Jin’s eyes widened in astonishment.
He knew Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess had advanced considerably, but their numbers were over a hundred. Moreover, these were Cold-Blooded Ghosts—immune to fear and pain, willing to charge forward with mutual destruction as their creed.
Even Bu Eunseol could not possibly face them alone.
‘Could it be that Bu has reached the Transcendent Pinnacle?’
No matter how many flies combined their strength, they could never topple a single lion.
Similarly, no matter how many people united their power, they could not overcome a single supreme master—this was what the Transcendent Pinnacle truly meant.
*Step, step.*
Bu Eunseol walked toward the hundred-odd Cold-Blooded Ghosts with the leisurely pace of a stroll.
With each confident, measured stride, her form seemed to grow larger, as if touching the very heavens.
“Attack!”
At Go Geuk Shin’s command, over a hundred Cold-Blooded Ghosts surged toward Bu Eunseol.

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