The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 243

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Chapter 243.
Deep into the night.
Bu Eunseol sat at the desk in her office, her brush moving ceaselessly across the paper.
She was organizing the secret techniques of various Orthodox Sects that she had witnessed in Wu Huang’s Secret Vault.
Four hundred years ago, Wu Huang and Seop Mu Hun had dominated the Murim.
It was said that he had mastered the Orthodox martial arts—which were not difficult to learn—perfectly, and wielded tremendous power.
But now that Bu Eunseol had mastered all the martial techniques stored in Wu Huang’s Secret Vault, she realized this was a misconception.
Wu Huang’s true mastery was the Thirteen Transformations—merging different Orthodox martial arts into a single force to create entirely new techniques.
Moreover, like Ma Cheon Je, he had pursued the cultivation of the spirit.
Otherwise, he could never have wielded the Heart Method True Formula known as Wu Huang’s Absolute Corner.
Swish, swish.
Bu Eunseol expressed the dharmas stored in her mind not as characters, but as lines and geometric forms.
After all, this place was the Demon Palace.
Even though Wu Huang had lived four hundred years ago, he had been called the greatest master of the Orthodox Sects—they would never tolerate her studying and researching his secret techniques.
“Lord, are you unwell?”
When Bu Eunseol did not leave her office for two days straight, members occasionally came to inquire after her health.
But when Bu Eunseol still did not respond, Myo Cheon Woo finally entered of his own accord.
“Bu Eunseol. I’m coming in.”
Even as Myo Cheon Woo entered, Bu Eunseol paid him no mind, her hands weaving through the air or tracing bizarre geometric patterns.
“She is cultivating martial arts.”
Myo Cheon Woo, perceiving that Bu Eunseol had fallen into a state of profound meditation while researching the deep mysteries of martial cultivation, issued instructions to the Sa Yeong Dae members.
“The Lord is in the midst of critical cultivation. Do not disturb her.”
From that day forward, the area surrounding Bu Eunseol’s office became eerily silent.
To avoid interrupting her cultivation, the members did not even approach the palace hall where she remained.
Four days had passed without notice.
Bu Eunseol had filled some forty volumes with endless geometric patterns and lines.
Her mind churned with endless insights, yet they refused to take concrete form.
“Still, I can only manage two techniques properly.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head and rose from her seat, unfolding Heaven and Earth Parting—one of the Chaotic Flower Bloodless techniques—with her left hand.
As strength flowed into her legs, she unconsciously unfolded Hegiao’s Severed Stream, one of the thirty-six Shadow Leg techniques, simultaneously.
Then something extraordinary occurred.
Crack.
The chair she had been sitting on suddenly split in two, as if cleaved by a sword.
Had any martial artists witnessed this, they would have gasped in astonishment.
She had merely unfolded hand and leg techniques simultaneously, yet a razor-sharp vital energy had manifested?
“Still too weak.”
But Bu Eunseol examined the geometric patterns and lines she had drawn with a dissatisfied expression.
Most of the martial techniques stored in Wu Huang’s Secret Vault were fist arts and footwork.
“Fist arts and footwork…”
With sudden understanding, Bu Eunseol unfolded Tiger Claw Great Force Fist with her left hand while simultaneously executing Ten Thousand Stillness Divine Steps.
Then something strange occurred.
In that moment, another martial technique naturally surfaced in his mind unbidden.
It was the doctrine of the Great Rock Heaven-Shaking Hand that I had glimpsed in Wu Huang’s Secret Vault.
Crack!
As I unleashed three forms in rapid succession simultaneously, Bu Eunseol naturally shifted to the left, while a sharp aura poured forth from her right hand of its own accord.
Whoosh.
At the same moment, the vase placed in the center of the side table split cleanly in two.
By employing three different martial disciplines simultaneously, a technique emerged where offense and defense harmonized with exquisite precision.
“So this is what it meant to master them perfectly…”
Bu Eunseol finally grasped the subtle organization of the Thirteen Nights that Wu Huang had left behind.
The Thirteen Nights were not merely about harmonizing specific martial techniques.
They required combining offense and defense—attack and protection—into a unified discipline.
“Yet executing footwork, retreat techniques, and different fist and palm arts in succession is nearly impossible.”
Just now, Bu Eunseol had only integrated three martial arts that were the simplest and most readily deployable among the secrets in Wu Huang’s Secret Vault.
To fully manifest the profundity of the Thirteen Nights, two conditions were necessary.
First, one must deeply master the techniques of the Orthodox Sects—to the degree of being able to apply their underlying principles and secret doctrines.
Second, both legs and torso, as well as both hands, must move independently, each deploying martial arts in different ways.
This was incomparably more difficult than Divided Mind Utilization or the Twin Hand Protective Technique, which employed different martial arts with both hands.
Wu Huang.
True to his epithet, he was a master who presided over martial arts—a great patriarch of unparalleled stature.
“It cannot be mastered in a short time.”
For the first time, Bu Eunseol felt the weight of a barrier.
Until now, I could replicate any martial technique immediately and grasp its mysteries with ease…
But Wu Huang’s techniques—no, the Orthodox Sects’ techniques—could not be comprehended in a single breath; they required prolonged cultivation.
‘Is this the difference between Demonic Path martial arts and Righteous Path martial arts?’
Demonic Path techniques were practical, learned swiftly, and deployed readily.
Yet Orthodox Sect techniques could not manifest their true power unless one properly grasped all the essence contained within them.
‘Hmm.’
Bu Eunseol exhaled softly, then deployed a footwork technique, gliding past a pillar in the Office.
On the surface, it appeared to be merely an ordinary Three Talents Footwork.
But in reality, I had executed three techniques in succession: Nine Provinces One Island, Water Dragon Palm Technique, and Three Talents Footwork.
Screech.
A sharp mark then appeared on the thick wooden pillar.
The three footwork techniques had become a unique leg technique, leaving a keen trace.
“So this is why the rumor spread that Wu Huang had mastered ordinary techniques to perfection.”
Wu Huang’s techniques could not be stolen by sight, and they appeared utterly unremarkable.
To martial artists who could not discern the subtle principles within the techniques, they seemed merely ordinary methods.
“It was because, unlike the techniques of Bon Gak, they left no traces.”
Since the Thirteen Nights unified techniques from different Orthodox Sects into a single whole, they bore no distinctive Orthodox Sect characteristics.
“Endless. The path of martial arts is endless.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
Through fortunate circumstances, she had acquired exceptional martial techniques, but elevating them to the realm of the Great Origin required considerable time.
“I have no choice but to apply them in actual combat.”
Most martial artists would have devoted themselves to refining their acquired skills until they became second nature.
But Bu Eunseol possessed a different objective.
Rather than simply investing time in perfecting her martial arts through repetitive training, she intended to complete them through real combat experience.
That path was a thorny road tangled with trials, and one misstep could plunge her into the abyss of death.
Yet she advanced down that path without hesitation.
* * *
Bu Eunseol finally emerged from four days of seclusion.
Before her lay the Martial Arts Arena, where members of Sa Yeong Dae gathered to refine their martial prowess.
Bu Eunseol—a prodigy of the new generation capable of facing Geol Wang alone at such a young age, possessing formidable martial strength.
The sight of her relentless cultivation became a burning inspiration for the members.
The group of members led by Won Se Moon now emanated the keen aura of seasoned sword masters at their peak.
Sam Jo had thoroughly mastered the Black Poison Demonic Art, his skin now bearing a peculiar luster.
His level had far surpassed the fifth rank, meaning ordinary blades would leave no mark upon his skin.
The group showing the most remarkable progress was the Second Division.
Having specialized solely in the Essence Cultivation Art, the members had previously focused on cultivating only the Essence Cultivation Method and assassination techniques, but that had changed.
Having received instruction in various martial arts from Bu Eunseol, they had become versatile warriors capable of holding their own in both chaotic melees and direct confrontations.
“Master, you have emerged?”
As Won Se Moon and Jo Nam Cheon rose to their feet, the resting members gradually stood as well.
“Pay it no mind. Continue with your training.”
Bu Eunseol waved a hand and proceeded past the Martial Arts Arena toward the Bamboo Forest behind the quarters.
There, the Second Division led by Wi Cheon Gyeong, along with the Fourth and Fifth Divisions led by Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong, were conducting their drills.
‘Hmm.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed as she observed them.
‘This group still requires more work.’
Her gaze remained fixed on the Fourth and Fifth Divisions led by Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong.
‘This will take considerable time.’
Though both possessed exceptional martial skills, they unfortunately lacked experience in teaching others.
Moreover, as martial geniuses who far exceeded ordinary standards, they struggled to meet the ordinary members at their level.
Consequently, they faced considerable difficulty in transmitting even fundamental martial techniques.
“Master.”
At that moment, Wi Cheon Gyeong, having finished instructing the members, approached Bu Eunseol in the Bamboo Forest and clasped his hands respectfully.
“Have you completed your seclusion?”
“I merely spent time contemplating my insights.”
“I see. However….”
Wi Cheon Gyeong spoke in a lowered voice.
“Don’t you think you should help with this matter?”
He glanced toward where the Fourth and Fifth Divisions gathered, speaking in hushed tones.
“The newly arrived members seem increasingly dissatisfied with their training.”
“That process itself is training.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with unwavering resolve.
“It’s difficult now because they don’t yet understand each other’s temperaments and personalities. But once all these trials are overcome, the members will be bound together with unshakeable solidarity.”
“…I see.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong nodded in admiration.
If they navigated the arduous process of collision too easily, it might actually hinder their unity rather than strengthen it.
“That concludes today’s session.”
“Dismissed!”
Having completed today’s full curriculum, Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong simultaneously disbanded the members.
Bu Eunseol, who had been observing them, slowly turned away.
But then,
Thud, thud, thud.
With the sound of rapid footsteps, a powerfully built man rushed toward Bu Eunseol in a single stride. It was Han So Woong.
“Master. A warrior from Dokryeong Pavilion seeks you!”
“The Chong Gyo Ryeong must be calling for me.”
“That’s not quite it….”
Han So Woong hesitated before continuing.
“You are summoned to the Small Training Ground before Jincheon Hall.”
“The Small Training Ground?”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Jincheon Hall was used within the Demon Palace for various ceremonial rites and events.
And the Small Training Ground there was primarily used for lower-ranked warriors to formally receive their positions, rather than for martial cultivation.
Why would she be summoned to such a place?
“Understood. Let us go.”
As they descended from the Bamboo Forest, a warrior in black martial garb stood respectfully before the Training Grounds.
A warrior of Dokryeong Pavilion—Wi Choong.
“Master.”
“What is this about?”
When Bu Eunseol asked, Wi Choong spoke with proper courtesy.
“The Chong Gyo Ryeong has summoned you.”
“Very well. Let us proceed.”
As Bu Eunseol walked forward readily, Wi Choong bowed his head.
“The Chong Gyo Ryeong commands that you must bring your weapon with you.”
“My weapon?”
Though I could not discern the Chong Gyo Ryeong’s intent, I nodded nonetheless.
“Understood.”
Under Wi Choong’s guidance, Bu Eunseol stood before the Small Training Ground of Jincheon Hall, built near the edge of Seo Moon.
Though called the Small Training Ground, it was as vast as the Great Training Arena constructed by most martial sects.
The floor was laid not with the typical blue stone tiles, but with pale ochre-colored stone, and a small armory was installed along one side.
A figure descended smoothly.
As Bu Eunseol rose above the Small Training Ground, an elderly man with silver hair meticulously combed stood at its center, hands clasped behind his back.
Chong Gyo Ryeong. The Dark King, Yeop Hyo Cheon.
“Sa Yeong Dae’s master Bu Eunseol pays respects to Chong Gyo Ryeong.”
As Bu Eunseol bowed with proper courtesy, Yeop Hyo Cheon, who had been standing with hands clasped, slowly turned his body.
“Every time you venture into the Gangho, you stir up winds and clouds.”
When Bu Eunseol had escaped Wu Huang’s Secret Vault and returned to the Demon Palace, Yeop Hyo Cheon had been in the midst of a critical meeting.
Thus, after a brief report of her return, she had met privately with the master of Sejeong Gwan due to her change of quarters.
“On your way back, you encountered Beok Goong Ryung, I hear.”
“That is correct.”
“How did you manage to escape from his grasp?”
Yeop Hyo Cheon spoke with a faint smile playing at his lips.
“There remained only traces of the Inner Qi Projectile he unleashed before he vanished without a trace, or so I’m told.”
The search parties from the Demon Palace, which had been tracking Bu Eunseol’s whereabouts, apparently never discovered Wu Huang’s Secret Vault.
Likely, just as when Bu Eunseol had departed from Wu Huang’s Secret Vault, when Beok Goong Ryung broke through the door, the iron gate had sunk beneath the earth.
‘How curious. This time, he did not scrutinize my movements.’
Yeop Hyo Cheon always examined his own whereabouts with Ma Cheon Je as meticulously as reading a ruler’s markings.
Yet this time, as though he truly knew nothing, he was inquiring in detail about the recent circumstances.
Yeop Hyo Cheon gazed at Bu Eunseol, who appeared lost in deep contemplation, and wore a subtle smile.
“Is that a matter requiring such deliberation before speaking?”
“No, sir. I was simply lost in other thoughts for a moment.”
Bu Eunseol, sensing a chill in the air, answered immediately.
“Once he learned that I had clashed fairly with Geol Wang, he ceased his pursuit.”
“I see.”
Yeop Hyo Cheon nodded as though he had expected as much.
“Beok Goong Ryung. That man possesses an impatient temperament and lacks gravity in his actions, yet he is one of the few truly capable individuals in the Orthodox Sects.”
From his tone, Yeop Hyo Cheon appeared to know Beok Goong Ryung quite well.
“I am curious.”
“About what, sir?”
“You said he ceased his pursuit, which means you must have exchanged blows with Beok Goong Ryung.”
“I…”
Bu Eunseol was about to speak honestly.
―I did not exchange blows with him. I merely evaded a couple of Inner Qi Projectiles executed through simple techniques.
But she had to swallow those words immediately, for Yeop Hyo Cheon extended his arm and spoke thus.
“Show me once.”
“Show you what, sir?”
“Your martial prowess.”
Bu Eunseol’s heart thundered in her chest.
The Dark King Yeop Hyo Cheon.
His martial arts, ranked first among the Four Gods Seven Kings, were even evaluated as comparable to the Three Demons and Three Sages.
Such a supreme master willing to spar with me—how could I possibly let this opportunity slip away?
“Then, I shall take the liberty of being presumptuous.”
As Bu Eunseol brought her hands together respectfully, Yeop Hyo Cheon spoke with solemnity.
“There is no need for such formalities.”
A subtle radiance flickered within his eyes.
“Show me your true strength.”
“Understood.”
Bu Eunseol slowly grasped the hilt of the silent sword at her back.

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