The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 250

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Chapter 250.
Wi Cheon Gyeong’s expression crumpled as though he’d taken a blow to the back of his head. He shook his head and opened his mouth.
“But why would we join forces to kill Gong Gong Sin Tu?”
“Because that way, the secrets of Jeongsayang-do won’t leak out.”
Bu Eunseol gazed toward the distant sky, speaking as though to herself.
“If one faction monopolized Gong Gong Sin Tu, all the secrets they’ve hidden would be exposed.”
“Then why in the world did you leave the main unit and the Jeol Myeong Dae lounging about up there?”
Myo Cheon Woo stammered in confusion, and Bu Eunseol’s lips curved into a cold smile.
“Because that’s precisely why Gong Gong Sin Tu will pass through here.”
Myo Cheon Woo felt his skin prickle at that smile.
Only then did he grasp what Bu Eunseol had been aiming for all along.
“So since both factions have joined forces, Gong Gong Sin Tu won’t be able to hold out long. And since this place has been neglecting its watch, indulging in drinking instead….”
“Precisely.”
Bu Eunseol wore a confident smile.
“He will certainly pass through here.”
Gong Gong Sin Tu must have been carefully observing this entire region all along.
If things fell apart, he would seek out the weakest point to escape—precisely this area around Gwan Mo Peak.
“So that’s why you sent Yu Woon Ryong….”
Having finally grasped the entirety of Bu Eunseol’s scheme, Myo Cheon Woo’s expression went blank.
This plan was ingenious, yet on the other hand, it was dangerously reckless.
What if things hadn’t unfolded as planned, and the Demon Hall and Murim Alliance hadn’t cooperated?
What if, driven by impatience, battle had actually erupted?
It could have become the very catalyst for a great war between the Orthodox and Demonic sects.
“You, you should have at least warned me beforehand.”
Myo Cheon Woo drew a deep breath as he spoke.
“One misstep and everything would have plummeted into ruin.”
“If I had, information would have leaked. Just like with Gong Gong Sin Tu.”
Whistle!
Another signal flare shot up into the nearby sky.
Just as Bu Eunseol had said, that flare was undoubtedly fired by the pursuing forces who had located Gong Gong Sin Tu—not a call for reinforcements.
“It seems the Murim Alliance caught Gong Gong Sin Tu’s trail first.”
As Myo Cheon Woo murmured softly,
Whoosh!
A piercing sound of air being torn asunder echoed from the distant sky, and a single silhouette traced an arc across the heavens before vanishing toward the opposite direction.
Gong Gong Sin Tu.
That terrifyingly swift shadow was unmistakably Gong Gong Sin Tu.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
Simultaneously, the sound of dozens of footsteps approaching this location became audible.
“Myo Cheon Woo!”
Bu Eunseol’s voice cracked like thunder.
“Command your units to block every pursuit force heading this way!”
Boom!
Then, moving with the speed of lightning, I began chasing after Gong Gong Sin Tu’s receding shadow.
“You heard the order?”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s shout, all the Sa Yeong Dae members roared with bestial vigor.
“From now on, we must stop every rabble that comes! Sam Jo! Take the vanguard first! And the second unit….”
Myo Cheon Woo commanded the members with perfect precision, establishing a defensive line.
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
Then, from the distance, dozens of shadows began pouring toward this location.
Judging by the white headbands wrapped around their heads, they were clearly masters of the Murim Alliance’s sword unit.
“Let’s see you try!”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s cry, the Sa Yeong Dae members in formation shouted and rushed forward.
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Whoosh!
Two streaks of shadow shot forward like torrential arrows.
The one leading was Gong Gong Sin Tu. Following behind was Bu Eunseol.
‘So fast.’
The speed of his rapidly advancing form was comparable to an island’s velocity.
Even Bu Eunseol, who had pushed her Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement to its maximum, could not easily catch up.
‘He’s wounded.’
Crimson blood occasionally scattered into the air from the body of the fleeing shadow.
Yet despite bearing a fatal wound, he shot forward at a speed I could not possibly catch.
‘But in terms of endurance, I have confidence.’
With deep inner energy, Bu Eunseol could run for more than half a day even at maximum speed while deploying Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Once Gong Gong Sin Tu realized Bu Eunseol had caught up, his movement technique became increasingly complex.
Sometimes he would suddenly dart into the forest like lightning, then leap over a cliff with a strange technique, disappearing elsewhere.
“It’s futile.”
But due to his wounds, Gong Gong Sin Tu could not completely suppress his noise and presence.
Therefore, no matter how much distance opened between them, Bu Eunseol’s Gong Pa Divine Eye immediately detected him.
Rumble.
The movement technique that had shot forward like lightning gradually began to slow.
Finally, beneath a cliff, he stopped his technique and leaned against the rock, breathing heavily.
“Huff, huff.”
Tap.
Bu Eunseol, who had followed close behind, narrowed her eyes upon seeing Gong Gong Sin Tu’s appearance.
Gong Gong Sin Tu, who had vanished for decades, possessed an ethereal, immortal-like bearing and refined features.
Yet from his left chest, clear blood was flowing, and the light in his eyes was gradually fading.
He bore a fatal wound, and his life was ebbing away.
“You are….”
Gong Gong Sin Tu, breathing heavily, pointed at Bu Eunseol’s face.
“What is your relationship with Go Wol?”
Gong Gong Sin Tu, known as the greatest divine technique master under heaven.
He had instantly recognized Go Wol’s divine technique—the man who once stood as his equal.
“My master taught me the divine technique.”
“A divine technique master, then.”
Gong Gong Sin Tu’s eyes narrowed as his labored breathing continued.
“I heard he returned to Nangya Sect in his final years. So you must be a member of Nangya Sect as well.”
“That is correct.”
“It is futile.”
Gong Gong Sin Tu spoke through gritted teeth.
“No matter what you do, I will never open my mouth.”
Bu Eunseol smiled faintly.
“Then do not. If you can help it.”
“What did you say?”
“If I learned secrets from you, would I not spend my entire life fleeing from Jeongsayang-do?”
“What, what are you saying?”
Gong Gong Sin Tu blinked rapidly at this unexpected response, his brow furrowing.
“You are a strange one. You do not even wish to know the secret, yet you pursued me. Why?”
“Your appearance threw the main battle into chaos. The succession dispute became a muddy mess as a bonus.”
Bu Eunseol spoke matter-of-factly.
“There is no need for me to lift a finger. Die quickly.”
“…Judging by your actions, you are not one of them.”
‘One of them?’
As Bu Eunseol’s expression hardened and her eyes narrowed,
“A life destined to end anyway…”
Gong Gong Sin Tu released a deep sigh and gazed toward the distant sky.
“I should resolve the bitter resentment lodged in my heart before I go.”
He spoke in a low voice, swallowing a burning sigh.
“I have never seen a jade tablet inscribed with Jeongsayang-do’s secret agents. I merely spread rumors that I had.”
“You wanted to be hunted by Jeongsayang-do so badly you went mad?”
“Hehehehe.”
Deep regret was etched in Gong Gong Sin Tu’s eyes as he gazed toward the distant sky.
“It was merely a shield to divert their attention. My divine technique is the greatest under heaven, after all.”
These were incomprehensible words.
To maintain the life of a fugitive for an entire lifetime merely to draw someone’s gaze?
“Are you not curious who they are?”
“I have no interest.”
“Why not?”
“I have no interest in the affairs of Murim. And there are things in this world better left unknown…”
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed even as she prepared to continue with a smile on her lips.
Only then did she notice the peculiar projectiles embedded in Gong Gong Sin Tu’s back like quills on a hedgehog.
Whoosh!
As Bu Eunseol extended her hand, the minute fragments of projectiles lodged in Gong Gong Sin Tu’s back were instantly drawn into her palm.
She had unleashed a formidable vacuum-sealing technique to extract the projectiles in one swift motion.
“Surely not….”
The short needles were covered with thorny, microscopic protrusions.
In all of Murim, only Saixiang possessed the craftsmanship to forge projectiles of such exquisite precision.
“Saixiang….”
Her eyes blazed with a crimson light far deeper than blood itself.
The projectiles of Saixiang—the very organization that had slain her grandfather Bu Chanyang.
Why were such weapons embedded in Gong Gong Sin Tu’s back?
Could it be that the one who murdered her grandfather had been pursuing Gong Gong Sin Tu?
“Corpse Rot Venom….”
The projectile fragments were actually slender short needles, and a sickly cyan liquid dripped from their surfaces.
It was an extreme toxin of the Corpse Rot Venom lineage.
In that instant, a crimson luminescence bloomed in Bu Eunseol’s eyes like heat shimmer.
“Who….”
With eyes radiating a misty blood-red aura, Bu Eunseol spoke in a voice like thunder.
“Who threw this projectile!”
Sizzle.
As her inner force erupted uncontrollably from her fury, the projectile fragments in Bu Eunseol’s left hand dissolved instantly.
“Who wielded this projectile!”
“What are you saying?”
“Saixiang’s projectiles…!”
But Gong Gong Sin Tu’s eyes were already growing dim.
The poison had already spread throughout his entire body, and he had lost far too much blood.
Had his profound martial prowess not been so formidable, he would have become a corpse long before Bu Eunseol’s pursuit began.
“Answer me, even if you must die!”
Bu Eunseol immediately pressed her palm against Gong Gong Sin Tu’s Mingmen point and infused her inner force.
Crack!
But at that moment, a sharp sound of something breaking came from Gong Gong Sin Tu’s molars.
Like a trained assassin, he had embedded a false tooth laced with poison into his jaw.
Shudder.
As the toxin spread through his body, Gong Gong Sin Tu’s eyes grew increasingly dim.
The last vestiges of his life were slowly extinguishing.
“Speak!”
Bu Eunseol suppressed her surging emotions and channeled her inner force.
Whoosh.
As pure and balanced yin-yang supreme force flowed through the Mingmen point and spread along the meridians, a faint glimmer returned to Gong Gong Sin Tu’s eyes.
“The one who coated their blade with Bu Yuk Pae Hyeol’s poison and fired a Saixiang hidden projectile at you. Who in blazes is that person?”
“Bu Yuk Pae Hyeol… Saixiang hidden projectiles….”
Yet as Bu Eunseol spoke, a subtle gleam flickered across Gong Gong Sin Tu’s eyes.
“Cheon Chuk Yu Ga Gong….”
Bu Eunseol’s chest burned so fiercely it felt as though it might burst.
How could Gong Gong Sin Tu speak of the fiend’s characteristics—traits she herself had never mentioned?
“Precisely. One who wields Saixiang hidden projectiles and employs Cheon Chuk Yu Ga Gong—who is this person?”
“Chil Ji….”
Gong Gong Sin Tu, his gaze fixed upon the distant sky without focus, spoke in a low voice.
“…The Demonic Path’s Bu Chanyang.”
With those words, he drew his final breath.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes lost all focus upon hearing this unexpected answer.
Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang.
He was the former Master of Demon Hall who had abandoned the sect long ago and vanished without trace…
And was he not also the name of a legendary swordmaster who shared the very same name as my grandfather?
Could it be that Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang still lived, and was the fiend who slew my grandfather?
‘Or could my grandfather have been Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang himself?’
That was impossible.
The breathing technique my grandfather had taught me since childhood was the Yi Geun Gyeong—the supreme art of the Orthodox Sects.
How could a legendary master of the Demonic Path have ever learned Shaolin’s Yi Geun Gyeong, a technique never once leaked to the outside world?
Moreover, my grandfather had possessed all ten fingers, each radiating a warm, living warmth.
‘And yet….’
Questions still remained unanswered.
How could a master who had cultivated Shaolin’s supreme technique become a mere low-ranking Yeomsa affiliated with the Constabulary, an organization even vagrants dismissed?
In the end, my grandfather’s true identity remained a mystery even to me.
Whoosh!
At that moment, black clouds surged from the distant sky and plummeted earthward.
Boom!
The figure clad in a gleaming, peculiar martial robe was none other than Cheon Sal Dae Ju.
“Gong Gong Sin Tu!”
Cheon Sal Dae Ju alternated his gaze between Bu Eunseol and Gong Gong Sin Tu, speaking in a loud voice.
“What in the world has happened here?”
“….”
Bu Eunseol stood motionless, her eyes devoid of focus, as though she heard nothing.
At this, Cheon Sal Dae Ju bellowed.
“Do you not hear the words of this commander?”
Then Bu Eunseol slowly turned her head.
“Someone was fleeing toward Gwan Mo Peak, so I gave chase.”
And she spoke without strength.
“But they suddenly ceased their technique here and perished on the spot.”
“What did he say to you?”
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“I heard nothing.”
Wi Moo Yeom stared at Bu Eunseol intently, as if attempting to discern the truth.
A peculiar force seemed to emanate from his eyes, scrutinizing her thoroughly.
Yet Bu Eunseol remained motionless, her gaze unfocused and vacant.
“Hmm.”
A silence as profound as death descended, and Wi Moo Yeom swallowed hard before turning away.
He then examined Gong Gong Sin Tu’s body with meticulous care.
‘The wound near the heart is fatal.’
His eyes narrowed.
The blade that had pierced the heart was exceedingly thin and slender—not an ordinary sword, but rather resembling a flexible blade commonly wielded by masters of the Righteous Path.
‘I’ve never encountered a master who uses flexible blades before.’
Then he examined the back and furrowed his brow.
Flesh marked as if struck by poisoned projectiles was decomposing from the toxin.
‘A deadly poison of the Putrid Blood Venom variety?’
Wi Moo Yeom’s expression darkened.
The flesh had already begun to rot, making it impossible to identify which poisoned projectile had been used.
‘Hmm.’
The wound had missed the heart slightly, yet the bleeding was catastrophic.
It was as though every drop of blood in his body had drained away.
‘The timing of their encounter is the crucial question.’
Wi Moo Yeom calculated the time Gong Gong Sin Tu had spent fleeing at full speed using his lightness technique.
‘Upon arrival here, he would not have died instantly.’
If Bu Eunseol had been present then?
Surely they would have exchanged at least a few words.
‘Hmm.’
Wi Moo Yeom’s eyes grew sharp.
Since no one had witnessed the two of them together, the truth would ultimately remain concealed.
Crack!
White lightning descended from the heavens, and a man clad in white robes descended to the ground.
It was Yi Se Cheon, the Cheon Geom Dae Lord who commanded all units of the Murim Alliance.
“How unfortunate.”
Upon discovering the cold corpse of Gong Gong Sin Tu, Yi Se Cheon’s expression turned rueful.
Whoosh. Tap, tap, tap.
Meanwhile, members of the Cheon Sal Unit and Cheon Geom Dae began arriving one by one, taking their positions behind Wi Moo Yeom and Yi Se Cheon.
With Gong Gong Sin Tu and Bu Eunseol at the center, masters from both sides now faced each other in a tense standoff.
In an instant, heavy silence fell, and the atmosphere grew increasingly hostile.
“And you are?”
Yi Se Cheon stared directly at Bu Eunseol and asked. But no answer came.
“You seem to be the first to discover Gong Gong Sin Tu.”
Yi Se Cheon pressed the question persistently, his eyebrows twitching, but I remained silent.
There was no need to kindly explain the situation to the Murim Alliance’s leader.
“Hmm.”
After a moment of silence, Yi Se Cheon spoke while gazing at Gong Gong Sin Tu’s corpse.
“Leader Wi. Since we promised to pursue this together, surely it’s acceptable to examine the body?”
Wi Moo Yeom did not answer, but neither did he object.
“Hah.”
As Yi Se Cheon approached slowly and examined the wounds left on Gong Gong Sin Tu’s body, his mouth fell open.
His eyes grew distant as he studied the sharp blade wound that had pierced through the heart.
‘This is not the technique of the Demonic Path.’
Though the method appeared ruthlessly brutal, the technique that pierced the heart was far closer to Orthodox swordsmanship.
Demonic Path swordplay includes twisting and dragging motions when drawing the blade to maximize lethality.
Yet the wound bore the marks of a blade that had pierced the heart in an instant—honest, swift, and cleanly withdrawn.
‘This situation is utterly incomprehensible.’
Yi Se Cheon had discovered Gong Gong Sin Tu’s traces almost simultaneously with Wi Moo Yeom and quickly pursued afterward.
But Gong Gong Sin Tu’s movement technique and concealment art were extraordinary, and I had lost the trail for a moment.
When I found Gong Gong Sin Tu again, he had become a cold corpse—and I could not even determine who had killed him or by what method.
“I cannot determine who killed him. I shall recover the body to conduct a proper investigation into the cause of death.”
At Yi Se Cheon’s words, the Cheon Sal Dae Ju let out a scoff.
“Nonsense.”
And he spoke in a low, resolute voice.
“His body will be recovered by our sect.”
“So it comes to this, then.”
A sharp gleam flashed in Yi Se Cheon’s eyes. A direct confrontation was now unavoidable.
But then,
Hisssss!
Suddenly white smoke began to rise from Gong Gong Sin Tu’s body.
At the same time, the skin across his entire body began to dissolve, and soon crimson blood flowed down to the ground—

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