The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 242

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Chapter 242.
The Sa Yeong Dae dormitory located at the far end of the East Gate of the Demon Palace.
Before the internal Training Grounds where blue stone tiles were laid, roughly twenty martial artists lay sprawled across the ground.
They were members of the First and Third Squads.
Rumble.
Just then, Wi Cheon Gyeong and the members of the Second Squad, who had been cultivating their martial arts in the Bamboo Forest, returned to the dormitory drenched in sweat.
“What are you all doing here?”
As Wi Cheon Gyeong asked, Won Se Moon, who lay on his side, waved his hand dismissively and spoke.
“Just pass by. We’re exhausted.”
“What does exhaustion have to do with cultivating martial arts?”
“What’s the point of cultivating martial arts?”
Won Se Moon sighed and hung his head.
“When our leader is gone.”
In that instant, Wi Cheon Gyeong’s eyes wavered like ripples on water.
Until now, the squad members had waited silently for Bu Eunseol, whose communications had ceased. But the impatient members of the First and Third Squads had all reached their breaking point.
“From what I hear, they’ve recalled all the search parties that were tracking our leader’s traces.”
“That’s merely rumor. No confirmed information has emerged.”
“Either way, there’s no hope.”
“Won Se Moon!”
“Don’t raise your voice.”
Won Se Moon rose to his feet with a groaning sound, his voice hollow.
“Without our leader, we’re nothing but empty shells devoid of spirit.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong could say nothing in response.
The Sa Yeong Dae members were originally reckless fools who feared neither heaven nor earth.
But upon meeting Bu Eunseol, that steadfast pillar, they had regained their senses and fully blossomed their latent talents.
And just as they were striving ceaselessly to accomplish greater deeds in the future, this calamity had befallen them.
Rumble.
Then, with the sound of footsteps, dozens of martial artists stood before the Sa Yeong Dae dormitory.
And at the very front stood a haughty-looking middle-aged man, grinning widely.
It was Gok Jin Dong, the leader of the Jeol Myeong Dae, who had once been mocked as a Mubon Squad member before being humiliated by Won Se Moon.
“Hahaha. Are you enjoying yourselves?”
He thrust his head forward, gazing at Won Se Moon and the First Squad members sprawled about, and smirked.
“My, everyone’s resting quite comfortably.”
The eyes of the squad members all turned sharp as axes.
Their purpose was obvious from their behavior and tone without even needing to ask.
“Leader Gok.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong furrowed his brow and asked.
“What business brings you here?”
“Business? I was just passing by and thought I’d stop in.”
Gok Jin Dong chuckled and spoke.
“The leader of Sa Yeong Dae still hasn’t appeared.”
“What of it?”
“No, I’m just worried about it.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Ah, you didn’t hear? Well, without the leader present, you must not have learned the results of the meeting.”
Gok Jin Dong bared his fangs in a wide grin.
“Orders came down a few days ago. To recall the search parties.”
“Is that truly so?”
Even Wi Cheon Gyeong’s eyes, which always maintained composure, sparked with fire.
No matter how much Gok Jin Dong despised Sa Yeong Dae, such words could not be spoken in jest.
Recalling the search parties meant one thing—the Demon Palace had abandoned Bu Eunseol.
‘Has the Demon Palace truly given up searching for the leader?’
At that moment, twenty members descended from the Bamboo Forest toward the Martial Arts Arena in a rush.
They were Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong, along with the Fourth and Fifth Squad members they commanded.
As Myo Cheon Woo descended from the Bamboo Forest, he furrowed his brow upon seeing Gok Jin Dong and the Jeol Myeong Dae members.
Sensing the unusual atmosphere, he turned to Wi Cheon Gyeong and asked.
“What is the matter?”
“It appears the Demon Palace has abandoned the leader.”
“Abandoned?”
“They say the search parties have been recalled.”
“Krhehe.”
Then Gok Jin Dong spoke with a laugh.
“What a pity. Barely becoming a squad leader, and already such a thing unfolds…”
His words trailed off.
A terrifying aura emanated from the bodies of Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong.
‘Oh no. These two were Ten Demon Immortals after all.’
The martial prowess of Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong was not that of squad members, but rather that of second-tier leaders of the Demon Palace, or perhaps even greater.
Newly realizing this fact, Gok Jin Dong cleared his throat and quickly turned away.
“Well then, if you’ll excuse me. Ahem.”
The Jeol Myeong Dae members hurriedly chased after Gok Jin Dong as he fled.
“So it comes to this after all.”
Won Se Moon exhaled a sigh.
Not only that, but the eyes of most Sa Yeong Dae members had dimmed.
With Bu Eunseol gone, Sa Yeong Dae could not continue to exist. Now they would have to become Mubon Squad members once more and wander the Demon Palace.
“This is ridiculous.”
At that moment, Yu Woon Ryong looked down at the members with a cold laugh.
“You kept going on about the leader, but was this all you had?”
Then Myo Cheon Woo waved his hand dismissively and spoke.
“Leave them be. They still don’t know much about that one.”
All the members who heard the conversation between the two wore bewildered expressions.
“Then… you’re saying the Leader is still alive?”
At Wi Cheon Gyeong’s question, Yu Woon Ryong burst into a sinister laugh.
“Still alive? Hehehehe.”
Then, as if he had never laughed at all, his expression froze into glacial coldness as he spoke.
“You truly know nothing.”
Deeming further words worthless, Yu Woon Ryong addressed the members of his squad.
“Today’s training ends here.”
Without so much as a backward glance, he turned and departed to his quarters.
The remaining squad members stood speechless, watching him go.
“Honestly, if you’re going to speak, at least finish what you started.”
Unable to contain himself, Won Se Moon grumbled and quietly turned to Myo Cheon Woo.
“What exactly is Squad Leader Yu trying to say?”
Myo Cheon Woo chuckled calmly and replied.
“He’s mocking us.”
“Mocking us about what?”
“Because you all speak of the Leader constantly, yet know nothing about him.”
Myo Cheon Woo gazed down at Won Se Moon’s pained expression and continued matter-of-factly.
“He arrived at Hell Island without having properly learned a single martial technique.”
As Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes grew distant, recalling those days on Hell Island, his gaze deepened infinitely.
“Yet in merely two months, he surpassed every prodigy who had systematically trained in martial arts since childhood.”
As the squad members’ attention focused intently, Myo Cheon Woo spoke with conviction.
“And despite turning all those geniuses into his enemies, he survived with confidence and became one of the Ten Demon Immortals. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“So… the Leader became one of the Ten Demon Immortals without even having learned martial arts?”
When Won Se Moon asked, Myo Cheon Woo nodded.
“That’s right.”
“What kind of joke is that…”
But there was no wavering in Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes.
Only then did all the squad members realize that his words contained not a shred of falsehood.
“What kind of person was the Leader, as you all knew him?”
“Well…”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s question, all the Sa Yeong Dae members finally understood.
What kind of person Bu Eunseol truly was.
How he had commanded them, and how he had survived within impossible missions.
“Yes, Bu Eunseol is that kind of person.”
As Myo Cheon Woo spoke with certainty, the silent Won Se Moon replied weakly.
“But they say he faces Tan Wang. Not just anyone, but that Tan Wang who foams at the mouth and convulses at the mere sight of anyone from the Demonic Path.”
“Whether it’s Tan Wang or even an encounter with the Three Sovereigns, it makes no difference. That man will surely return alive.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s voice carried a trust harder than steel itself.
In that moment, light blazed anew in the eyes of the Sa Yeong Dae members.
They too possessed absolute faith in Bu Eunseol.
They simply hadn’t realized it yet.
This belief existed not only in Myo Cheon Woo’s heart, but in the hearts of every member of Sa Yeong Dae.
“Now that I think about it, I’ve skipped cultivation training for four days.”
Jo Nam Cheon, who had been crouching to the side, suddenly sprang to his feet and spoke.
After clearing his throat, he addressed the members of the Third Squad.
“We’ve rested enough. Let’s start right away.”
At that, the other members also quietly lifted themselves from the ground and spoke.
“Right, I can’t even remember the last time we took a break like this.”
“Let’s give the Commander a surprise when he returns.”
But something was strange.
Won Se Moon alone remained crouched in place, showing no sign of rising.
“Won Se Moon. Are you still tired?”
Jo Nam Cheon nudged him with his foot, and
“Actually… I had a dream a few days ago.”
Won Se Moon spoke with a melancholic expression.
“A dream about the Commander.”
In that instant, the faces of all Sa Yeong Dae members turned rigid.
Won Se Moon possessed a very unique ability—he occasionally experienced prophetic dreams that predicted future events.
Though some members had initially doubted or mocked him, his prophetic dreams had consistently proven eerily accurate.
“A dream about the Commander? And then?”
Jo Nam Cheon asked urgently, and Won Se Moon snorted before speaking in a low voice.
“The Commander was trapped in some great hall, and everything around him was collapsing. A massive boulder like Mount Tai came crashing down.”
“A boulder? What happened after?”
“I was so startled I woke up, so I don’t know what happened next. But…”
There was no need to hear the rest.
Won Se Moon was trying to say that Bu Eunseol had been crushed to death by that boulder.
Tap, tap, tap.
Just then, the sound of multiple footsteps came from the main gate, and about a dozen attendants entered.
“What is this about?”
Wi Cheon Gyeong asked, and one of the attendants bowed his head and spoke.
“The Director of Sejeong Gwan has ordered that from today onward, this place shall be used by the warriors of Gwi Yeong Dae, so you must vacate it.”
“What? Gwi Yeong Dae?”
In that moment, Jo Nam Cheon’s face hardened.
They had given the perfectly good quarters of Sa Yeong Dae to Gwi Yeong Dae. Wasn’t that as good as admitting that Bu Eunseol was dead?
“Damn it!”
Upon hearing this, Won Se Moon struck the ground and collapsed face-down.
“Without the Commander, our organization has no intention of continuing to exist!”
“Don’t jump to conclusions. No one knows anything for certain yet.”
“But I saw it in the dream! The Commander struggling inside that collapsing hall.”
And with his face buried in the ground, he wept.
“It’s pointless anyway. Without the Master, it’s all meaningless….”
As Won Se Moon whimpered softly, Jo Nam Cheon’s eyes suddenly flooded with tears.
Bu Eunseol had never wielded authority, and was the first to acknowledge their individuality.
Without him, Sa Yeong Dae could not exist.
“That’s right. Without the Master, there is no Sa Yeong Dae….”
As Jo Nam Cheon, unable to bear the anguish, closed his eyes and murmured,
Tap, tap, tap.
At that moment, a middle-aged man in official robes entered through the main gate.
“I am Heo Yu, serving as a Cleansing Officer of the Sejeong Gwan.”
As Heo Yu clasped his hands respectfully, Jo Nam Cheon wiped his tears and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“What brings you here?”
Heo Yu then surveyed Jo Nam Cheon and all the Sa Yeong Dae members before speaking in a loud voice.
“All members of Sa Yeong Dae are to relocate your quarters to Dan Mi Gak (雅嵋閣), a first-class residence at the North Gate… Ah, my apologies. Sa Yeong Gak (死影閣) by order of the Gwan Master.”
Won Se Moon, who had been lying face-down sobbing, suddenly sprang to his feet with eyes wide open.
“What are you saying? A first-class residence?”
“The order just came down.”
“Without the Master, you’re sending us to a first-class residence?”
Heo Yu blinked in confusion.
“The Master? You mean the Sa Yeong Dae Master?”
“Is there another Master we have?”
“He entered the Gwan this morning.”
“What? What nonsense is this?”
“It is not nonsense….”
Heo Yu spoke as if bewildered.
“He already met with the Chong Gyo Ryeong this morning, and had a private audience with our Gwan Master an hour ago.”
“Our Master… is alive?”
It was an unbelievable fact.
Won Se Moon cried out once more, tears and mucus streaming down his face.
“The Master is alive!”
The startled Heo Yu widened his eyes and stepped back.
“Y-yes.”
“Damn it!”
At that moment, an enraged Jo Nam Cheon kicked Won Se Moon’s face as he lay on the ground.
“What? The Master struggling in a collapsing Great Hall?”
Jo Nam Cheon, greatly angered at being deceived by Won Se Moon’s delirious ramblings, kicked him repeatedly as he lay there.
“You blockheaded fortune teller!”
“It’s true! I really had a vivid dream where I saw the Master alive!”
Despite the beating, Won Se Moon’s expression remained dazed, as if he felt no pain.
‘The Master, our Master is alive!’
Thump, thump.
At that moment, a shadow passed through the main gate with soft footsteps, entering the Sa Yeong Dae quarters.
A lustrous gray martial robe adorned the figure, with ornate feathered shoulder insignia decorated with jewels—wings reminiscent of a phoenix.
It was Bu Eunseol.
“L-Lord!”
The Sa Yeong Dae members cried out upon seeing Bu Eunseol.
Bu Eunseol, who had been reported killed by Tan Wang, had returned with even greater cultivation!
“Bu Eunseol, what in the world happened….”
As Myo Cheon Woo stepped forward to speak,
“L-Lord!”
Won Se Moon rushed forward and embraced Bu Eunseol’s feet, crying out.
“What happened?”
As Won Se Moon whimpered like a child, Bu Eunseol sighed and spoke.
“Something came up.”
“What exactly?”
“There were circumstances that warranted it.”
In that instant, the eyes of all the Sa Yeong Dae members darkened.
Bu Eunseol was far too taciturn.
After more than a month of lost contact, he was dismissing it all with “circumstances that warranted it.”
“Bu Eunseol, explain yourself properly.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Myo Cheon Woo let his shoulders sag helplessly.
“Do you know how much the members have worried about you all this time?”
Bu Eunseol reluctantly offered a slightly longer explanation.
“I was trapped in some place. And breaking through those traps took….”
“Could it have been a massive hall where stones and secret weapons kept falling?”
Won Se Moon’s eyes gleamed as he interjected, and Bu Eunseol blinked.
“How did you know?”
Crack!
Then Won Se Moon suddenly spun around and drove his fist into Jo Nam Cheon’s face.
“I was right! My theory!”
“You madman….”
Jo Nam Cheon, blood dripping from his nose, clenched his fist but then shook his head and laughed.
“Right! What does it matter anyway. As long as the Lord returned safely.”
“Trapped? What of Tan Wang?”
At that moment, Myo Cheon Woo approached, speaking as if bewildered.
“The search party tracking your movements reported finding traces of a fierce battle with Tan Wang.”
Bu Eunseol, recalling Beok Goong Ryung’s face, shook his head.
“We didn’t properly engage. Rather, couldn’t.”
The bitter smile lingering at the corner of his mouth made it clear there was something complex behind it all.
But that was all.
Bu Eunseol closed his mouth and slipped into the Office, offering no further details as was his custom before departing.
Bu Eunseol, taciturn to the point of speaking only what was necessary, left the team members staring at him with gaping mouths.

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