The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27
A whisper of movement.
Over twenty individuals moved as one, yet not a footfall nor whisper of presence betrayed them. Only the occasional flutter of garments broke the silence.
The masters dispatched by the Ten Demonic Gates were remarkably diverse in appearance—young men, elderly sages, middle-aged warriors, and women of striking beauty among them.
Their expressions remained serene as if they were merely taking a leisurely stroll, yet occasionally a flash of brilliant light danced across their eyes.
“Then we shall proceed in the order established during our council meeting.”
The moment Baek Jeon Cheon finished speaking,
A sharp step forward.
From among the masters of the Ten Demonic Gates, a skeletal figure—gaunt as a skull, a long spear slung across his shoulders—stepped forth.
“I am Bul Sa of the Saryeong School.”
In that instant, the youths’ eyes widened in shock.
This emaciated man was the foremost master of the Saryeong School—whenever he extended his spear, two lives would inevitably fall.
He was Bul Sa, the deputy master of the Saryeong School, known as the Reaper of the Northern Wastes.
Bul Sa swept his gaze across the youths with indifference, then spoke flatly.
“Young Moon Ho. Step forward.”
A youth rose from among the standing disciples—exceptionally tall with angular features—and strode forward with purpose.
“Will you become a true disciple of the Saryeong School?”
“I… beg your pardon?”
Young Moon Ho’s expression betrayed utter bewilderment.
He was a disciple of the Geuk Do School, having devoted himself entirely to blade techniques. Moreover, on Hell Island, he had consistently trained in the Martial Hall of the Blood Flame Sect.
“I have only ever trained in blade techniques, never in spear arts. That is why I chose the Martial Hall of the Blood-Dyed Sword School…”
“You possess the innate conditions to master the Saryeong Spear.”
Bul Sa gazed down at Young Moon Ho, his voice dark and penetrating.
“Your body and talent are optimized for spear techniques, yet you learned blade arts instead. That is why, despite such exceptional bone structure, you failed to achieve greatness.”
The masters of the Ten Demonic Gates dispatched to Hell Island had already compiled all intelligence from the instructors and Killing Ghosts, carefully selecting suitable disciples beforehand.
“I…”
Bul Sa looked down at Young Moon Ho, who could not conceal his bewilderment, and spoke again.
“You may refuse if you wish.”
Young Moon Ho drew a deep breath, his eyes suddenly blazing with resolve.
“I will join the Saryeong School.”
“Good. Bring this boy along.”
Bul Sa spoke in low tones to Sal Gwi, then departed from the Eternal Demon Hall without hesitation, his business concluded.
“Tsk, tsk. What such haste.”
The long silence that had settled over the Eternal Demon Hall was broken by an elderly man with a warm, grandfatherly countenance.
“I am Jeok Ya Hon, deputy master of the Hell Blood Sect.”
In that instant, the interior of the Eternal Demon Hall seemed flooded with suffocating, scorching air.
Could this be Jeok Ya Hon, the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Poisons, who with a single wave of his hand could poison and kill every living creature within thirty paces?
“Let me see…”
As Jeok Ya Hon extended his finger, the youths flinched.
With a slight curl of his lips, he suddenly pointed at a youth standing beside Bu Eunseol.
It was Seo Jin Ha.
“Will you become a master poison user of the Hell Blood Sect?”
At that moment, Seo Jin Ha’s eyebrows trembled slightly.
Ever since grasping the sword, I had been called a prodigy of the blade. I naturally assumed that upon passing the Third Trial, I would become the successor of the Hwawoo Sword Sect.
‘Not the Blood-Dyed Sword School, but the Hell Blood Sect that creates poison masters? Me?’
“The most terrifying poison in this world is a poisoned heart.”
Jeok Ya Hon, who had been observing Seo Jin Ha’s rigid expression, smiled broadly.
“Before the Third Trial even began, you attempted to use a girl in our sect’s Martial Hall to kill all the other trainees, did you not?”
Seo Jin Ha’s body flinched.
That was something only Eun Seol Ryeong, a disciple from the Ohdok School, should have known—how could Jeok Ya Hon possibly know of it?
“And when your plan failed, after the Third Trial commenced, you killed her first. You eliminated all traces to prevent the secret from being exposed.”
“That is not true.”
Seo Jin Ha shook my head.
“Eun Seol Ryeong approached me first with that plan and proposed it. I merely participated. And when the Third Trial began, it was she who attacked first.”
“Hehehehe. I am not blaming you. The ability to kill without hesitation for your goals is rather admirable. It is an excellent disposition for mastering our sect’s poison techniques.”
Jeok Ya Hon’s smile deepened with satisfaction.
“Upon arriving at Hell Island, you immediately assessed the martial prowess and characteristics of those here. And as you eliminated the spies of the righteous sects hiding among us, you felt exhilaration.”
I merely wanted to secretly eliminate those abominable righteous sect conspirators who were destroying the trainees.
Yet from Jeok Ya Hon’s lips, I was being portrayed as a murderer who found infinite joy in slaughter.
“To wield poison, one needs a poisoned heart—the ability to kill anyone without hesitation. And a brilliant mind.”
He paused briefly before smiling broadly once more.
“You are the most suitable talent to become a poison master of the Hell Blood Sect.”
“I am….”
“You possess considerable talent with the sword? That alone will never allow you to dominate the martial world. Only the chosen ones can shake the martial realm with blade and sword.”
“The chosen ones….”
In that moment, Bu Eunseol’s profile entered my vision.
What I had achieved through ten years of rigorous training, she had reached in merely sixty days.
It was something incomprehensible without being chosen by heaven itself.
‘I cannot reach the pinnacle of the sword?’
A loser’s life did not suit me.
After a long period of deliberation, Seo Jin Ha bit my lips and nodded.
“I will go to the Hell Blood Sect.”
“A wise decision.”
Jeok Ya Hon bared his fangs in a savage smile.
He then nodded to Sal Gwi, and the two of them swiftly disappeared with Seo Jin Ha.
“Now it is my turn.”
Then, a man with eyes as cold and frozen as the glaciers of the Arctic stepped forward.
“I am Wi Hyuk Gyun of the Hwawoo Sword Sect.”
The Sword Demon, Wi Hyuk Gyun.
The current greatest swordmaster of the Demonic Path and disciple of Shin Baek Cheong, the previous sect master of the Hwawoo Sword Sect.
Upon witnessing the master swordsman whose name echoed across the entire Central Plains, and as the moment arrived for Hwawoo Sword Sect to announce its successor, the youths trembled with barely contained excitement.
―Who would become the successor of Hwawoo Sword Sect?
To be chosen by Hwawoo Sword Sect was to prove oneself possessed of the finest talent in this place, and simultaneously to become the successor of the foremost faction of the Demonic Path.
“You.”
Wi Hyuk Gyun’s finger pointed toward the youth standing beside Seo Jin Ha.
It was Bu Eunseol.
“Bu Eunseol, was it not.”
Wi Hyuk Gyun’s gaze fixed upon Bu Eunseol, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
“Congratulations.”
He did not even pose the question of whether Bu Eunseol would accept the position.
Acceptance upon selection was a foregone conclusion. To become the successor of Hwawoo Sword Sect meant possessing the highest probability of becoming the supreme master of the Demonic Path.
“Not only did the Jin Patriarch offer his praise, but even Elder Dan Cheong spoke most highly of you. And you say you have received the true teachings of the Cheon Patriarch?”
“Yes, sir.”
Wi Hyuk Gyun regarded Bu Eunseol, now his direct successor, with eyes full of favor.
“Your future accomplishments are most anticipated.”
“Thank you.”
“The sword techniques of our sect are unfathomable in their depth. Train diligently.”
Wi Hyuk Gyun turned with a faint smile, his body moving lightly.
Yet suddenly, a low voice resonated from behind him.
“I will not be going to Hwawoo Sword Sect.”
At Bu Eunseol’s abrupt declaration, Wi Hyuk Gyun’s footsteps froze.
“What did you just say.”
Wi Hyuk Gyun’s voice, which had been gentle until now, turned murderous.
“Did I mishear.”
“I will not be going to Hwawoo Sword Sect.”
As Bu Eunseol’s resolute voice rang out once more, the interior of the Eternal Demon Hall seemed to swirl with a blizzard of killing intent.
“You dare refuse to become the successor of our sect?”
“Earlier, I heard it said that one could refuse.”
Wi Hyuk Gyun genuinely doubted his own ears.
Thud.
Wi Hyuk Gyun stepped forward toward Bu Eunseol, and from his eyes emanated an invisible aura.
In that instant, Bu Eunseol felt as though his skin was being torn into hundreds, thousands of fragments.
Formless Qi.
The aura that only the transcendent masters who gazed down upon the martial world could manifest was being unleashed.
“….”
As this unprecedented crisis unfolded, even the eyes of the youths within the Eternal Demon Hall, Baek Jeon Cheon, and Sal Gwi wavered with shock.
After a prolonged silence, Wi Hyuk Gyun’s lips parted once more.
“You have another place you wish to go.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hahaha….”
Wi Hyuk Gyun, who had been chuckling softly, suddenly erupted into raucous laughter.
“Ahahahahaha!”
All the youths staggered at the sound of his laughter, which carried the weight of formidable internal energy.
Bu Eunseol’s vision blurred from the dizziness, yet she kept her eyes open and stood firm.
Thud.
Wi Hyuk Gyun, ceasing his laughter, spoke in a voice as cold as frost-laden ice.
“So. Where exactly do you wish to go?”
“I….”
After taking a deep breath, Bu Eunseol steadied herself and spoke with conviction.
“I will go to Nangya Sect.”
As Bu Eunseol’s voice resonated through the Eternal Demon Hall, a man with disheveled hair and a broadsword fastened near his buttocks gleamed with interest in his eyes.
He was none other than Dan Cheong, the Deputy Sect Master of Nangya Sect.
“You wish to come to our sect?”
Bu Eunseol nodded at Dan Cheong’s question.
“Yes, I do.”
Dan Cheong, who had been standing blankly, curved his lips into a peculiar smile.
“So you refuse to become the successor of Hwawoo Sword Sect, called the foremost of the Demonic Path, and come to our sect instead….”
Dan Cheong exhaled a long, languid breath and gazed intently at Bu Eunseol’s face.
Within those coldly fixed eyes burned flames as if carved into her very pupils.
‘Remarkable eyes indeed.’
Eyes that could shake even the equanimity of an ancient master who had cultivated for countless years.
Merely by gazing upon them, minute cracks formed in Dan Cheong’s unwavering heart.
‘Indeed, Sa Woo. If that lazy fellow praised her so highly….’
The sword techniques of Hwawoo Sword Sect could only be mastered by those chosen by heaven as martial geniuses.
But the martial arts of Nangya Sect could only be learned by those who survived hundreds and thousands of battles.
“Will you not regret this?”
At Dan Cheong’s words, Bu Eunseol spoke with unwavering conviction.
“I have no time even for regret.”
It was an absolute truth.
Since Bu Chanyang’s gruesome death, I had never once indulged in such a luxury as regret.
“No time even for regret….”
In that instant, Dan Cheong’s eyes narrowed.
From beginning to end, a talent that pleased him in every way.
“You have quite the audacity.”
Then a frigid voice that froze the entire Eternal Demon Hall resonated through the space. It was the voice of the Sword Demon, Wi Hyuk Gyun.
“We offered you a choice, and you would go to Nangya Sect?”
Simultaneously, formless energy surged from his body toward Bu Eunseol like an angry tide.
“Do you dare to insult our sect?”
As Wi Hyuk Gyun’s gaze, which had been gently flowing, deepened,
Drip.
Blood trickled from Bu Eunseol’s lips as her organs felt crushed beneath an invisible weight.
‘This is… the First Blade of the Demonic Path.’
Within the Demonic Path, the most exceptional swordmaster of each generation earned the epithet “Sword Demon.”
And Wi Hyuk Gyun was a formidable swordmaster renowned as possessing the greatest skill among all the Sword Demons throughout history.
In his fury, he had inflicted internal injuries upon Bu Eunseol with nothing but his intangible aura.
“Wi, brother.”
At that moment, Dan Cheong stepped forward with a languid voice, positioning himself before Bu Eunseol.

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