The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 275

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Chapter 275.
Yu Woon Ryong and his Inspection Unit members began systematically investigating all the documents stored in Dokbil Jeon.
Meanwhile, Myo Cheon Woo led his subordinates in thoroughly searching through the medicinal herb warehouse and poison warehouse of Hell Blood Castle.
Bu Eunseol waited calmly for the results in the office provided by Hell Blood Castle.
Across from her sat Jeok Ya Hon.
He intended to see the investigation through to its conclusion, and the moment the truth was revealed, he would immediately sever her fingers.
A full day had passed, and now it was the second day.
Creak.
Yu Woon Ryong entered carrying documents and flinched upon seeing Jeok Ya Hon.
He then sent a discreet telepathic message.
「There are definitely traces of large quantities of poison being removed.」
“Hmm.”
「The problem is that there’s also evidence of medicinal herbs being acquired here. Based on the confiscated documents, it appears they manufactured something using both medicinal herbs and toxic substances, then shipped it externally.」
Jeok Ya Hon was a master whose reputation had been established long ago.
Recognizing that Yu Woon Ryong was sending a telepathic message, he spoke in a low voice.
“Anyone can manipulate paperwork. What matters is having clear, irrefutable evidence, doesn’t it?”
Bu Eunseol nodded in agreement.
Documentary evidence alone could be dismissed as a simple clerical error.
Tap tap tap.
Just then, Myo Cheon Woo, who had thoroughly searched the poison warehouse of Dokbil Jeon, walked in.
His expression was calm, but his eyes were troubled. Clearly, he had not found decisive evidence.
“Well? Did you find evidence of collusion with Gwan Bu?”
Jeok Ya Hon smiled as he observed Myo Cheon Woo’s dark expression.
Myo Cheon Woo then let out a dry laugh and spoke.
“Of course.”
“Hmm?”
“My Lord. I believe we should visit the warehouse together.”
「I haven’t discovered it yet, but there’s definitely something in the poison warehouse.」
Myo Cheon Woo gazed at Bu Eunseol with unwavering certainty.
「You’ll surely be able to find it.」
Had she been an ordinary person, she would have either grown angry or ordered another investigation.
But Bu Eunseol trusted the instincts of Myo Cheon Woo, who had navigated countless battlefields of slaughter to reach this point.
“Very well.”
She immediately rose from her seat and spoke.
“I’ll take a look myself.”
As Bu Eunseol stood, Jeok Ya Hon, who had been listening quietly, also nodded.
“Then I shall accompany you as well.”
He gazed at Bu Eunseol with a sinister smile.
“If there’s nothing there, I may need to apply some… pressure.”
His gaze fixed on Bu Eunseol’s fingers as though he were admiring a delectable and tempting delicacy.
If I find nothing there, I will immediately sever Bu Eunseol’s fingers.
However, Bu Eunseol spoke with an unbothered expression.
“Then let us go together.”
Dokbil Jeon.
This place, marked by a large wooden plaque, was one of the poison vaults of Hell Blood Castle, located in the most secluded palace hall at the western edge—and even deeper still, underground.
Creeeeak.
As I activated the mechanism within the palace hall, a secret passage leading downward appeared.
Following the corridor downward, a vast underground vault spanning over a thousand square feet came into view.
Countless jars were scattered throughout, and in one corner lay a breeding ground for venomous creatures.
In stone chambers prepared throughout the space, researchers appeared to be conducting experiments with the poisons.
“Hehehehe. What do you think? Do you sense something?”
Bu Eunseol did not respond to Jeok Ya Hon’s words.
My eyes had already taken on a mysterious luminescence as I surveyed the surroundings.
Gongshim Tongyeong.
I was deploying the extreme sensory perception of the Beast Path at full power, meticulously scanning the poison vault.
Zing.
My pupils followed the strands of light extending from invisible sources.
Gongshim Tongyeong not only expanded my senses but also allowed me to discern even the faintest traces left upon any object over countless years.
After examining the underground vault for some time, my gaze fixed upon one particular location.
It was a facility for breeding vast quantities of venomous spiritual creatures.
Thump thump.
I entered without hesitation.
Within were not only White Crane Spirit Serpents, but also Thousand-Year Black Centipedes, Five-Poison Spiders, Ten-Thousand-Year Black Scorpions, and more…
Piles upon piles of spiritual creatures harboring extreme toxins capable of slaying thousands with a single drop.
―Shhhhh―――!
As I ventured deeper, a strange sound erupted, and the boxes containing the venomous creatures began to convulse.
Click.
Simultaneously, the boxes began opening one by one, blocking my path forward.
Someone had deliberately unlocked the containment mechanisms holding the poisons.
‘Mere vermin….’
As the venomous creatures revealed their hostility, red luminous points bloomed in my eyes.
Whoooosh!
As killing intent radiated outward, the silhouette of an indescribable monster seemed to manifest behind my back.
―Shh, shhhhh….
All that filled this place were venomous creatures possessing spiritual essence.
Recognizing that I was a formidable existence they dared not provoke, they began instinctively withdrawing.
Patter patter patter.
As the venomous creatures cleared away, the clean blue stone floor beneath came into view.
Gazing down at it, I reached out without hesitation.
Scrape.
A formidable vacuum-sealing technique unfurled, and the blue stone tiles began to be torn away one by one.
Beneath the floor, transparent glass boxes that had been concealed in secrecy revealed themselves.
“…!”
Jeok Ya Hon’s eyes widened as he gazed down at the glass boxes.
For within those boxes lay human organs and bodily fluids mingled together.
“It appears this requires some explanation.”
Bu Eunseol turned her body and regarded Jeok Ya Hon.
“Was Hell Blood Castle manufacturing poison by killing people?”
“How is this possible….”
Jeok Ya Hon’s pupils trembled.
How could such atrocities occur in Dokbil Jeon without his knowledge?
‘Is it truly unknown to me?’
Just as Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed while observing the shocked Jeok Ya Hon,
“Serraaah!”
A fierce roar erupted from behind.
The moment the hidden glass boxes were exposed, Yo Gwang, master of Dokbil Jeon, suddenly attempted to flee.
Whoosh!
At that instant, a long whip shot forth from Yu Woon Ryong’s hand with a piercing sound.
It was no ordinary whip—it was his ever-present nine-sectioned staff.
Clatter-clatter-clatter!
The nine-sectioned staff, flying like a living creature, coiled tightly around Yo Gwang’s arm.
Crack!
In that instant, a spray of blood erupted from Yo Gwang’s forearm.
Without hesitation, he struck down his own forearm and severed his left arm.
Thud.
Despite having severed his own limb, he showed no sign of pain and immediately began deploying his movement technique.
Flash!
Yo Gwang’s movement technique was like lightning itself, swiftly departing Dokbil Jeon toward the exit of Hell Blood Castle.
“Seize him!”
As Yu Woon Ryong shouted, the disciples of Hell Blood Castle moved to encircle him.
Yet upon recognizing him as Yo Gwang, master of Dokbil Jeon, none dared to block or attack him.
Though the Inspection Unit members all gave chase, Yo Gwang’s movement technique was like a single streak of lightning.
With a single leap, he created a brilliant flash of light and fled beyond Hell Blood Castle.
Flash!
At that moment, two streaks of lightning shot skyward.
Bu Eunseol and Jeok Ya Hon simultaneously began pursuing him.
Whoooosh.
Jeok Ya Hon’s movement technique was like that of a great roc, leaping dozens of zhang in a single bound.
Zzzzzt!
Yet Bu Eunseol, who had departed later with her hands clasped behind her back, moved like an immortal and swiftly surpassed him without effort.
‘That guy?’
Jeok Ya Hon’s eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold.
‘So he killed Geol Wang. His divine technique is truly formidable.’
“Stop.”
Bu Eunseol suddenly stepped forward, blocking Yo Gwang’s path.
“Get out of my way―――!”
Yo Gwang’s eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light, and he thrust out his remaining right arm.
In that instant, a torrent of black spheres erupted forth, accompanied by a toxic aura potent enough to dissolve mountains.
It was Poison Qi Blast.
‘Yo Gwang wielding Poison Qi Blast?’
Jeok Ya Hon’s mouth fell open as he beheld this.
Yo Gwang had become the Master of Dokbil Jeon not because of superior martial prowess, but because his knowledge of poisons surpassed all others.
In terms of martial cultivation rank, he fell far short of the authority befitting a Master—barely reaching the level of a Grand Elder.
Yet now he was unleashing Poison Qi Blast?
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol did not meet the Poison Qi Blast head-on; instead, she gracefully sidestepped it.
Crash!
A tidal wave of toxic energy surged forth, and the vegetation where Bu Eunseol had stood withered and twisted to ash in an instant.
“You cannot escape!”
With a thunderous shout, Yo Gwang took an aggressive stance and hurled another Poison Qi Blast at Bu Eunseol.
This time, instead of erupting from his palm, the Poison Qi Blast rose from the very ground beneath where Bu Eunseol stood.
“Blood Stone Ancient Wood Qi?”
Jeok Ya Hon’s eyes widened even further.
The Poison Qi Blast that Yo Gwang had unleashed was an application of Blood Stone Ancient Wood Qi, one of the Ten Great Poison Techniques of Hell Blood Sect.
“His cultivation was sufficient to manifest Blood Stone Ancient Wood Qi?”
As Jeok Ya Hon blinked in astonishment,
Whoosh.
Trapped within the toxic aura rising from the earth, Bu Eunseol drew her sword.
Simultaneously, a perfect circular blade aura materialized, and the Blood Stone Ancient Wood Qi that had surrounded her evaporated in an instant.
Seventh Form of the Formless Heavenly Stream. She had deployed Returning Blade Annihilation, burning away the poison in a single breath.
Flash!
At the same moment, a delicate and sinuous ray of light streaked toward Yo Gwang’s brow.
Crack. Crack-crack-crack!
The instant the ray of light touched Yo Gwang’s skin, it transformed into a force that tore through the air.
She had unleashed Meteor Chasing Moon consecutively.
Clang!
With a metallic ring, Yo Gwang’s body was violently thrown backward.
His brow should have been pierced through, but because he had cultivated Blood Stone Ancient Wood Qi, his entire body had become as hard as iron.
Trickle.
Nevertheless, unable to fully dissipate the force contained within Meteor Chasing Moon, a deep wound remained etched across his brow.
“Hehehehe, I won’t die from this.”
“Inhua, then.”
Bu Eunseol spoke in a low voice.
“Did you obtain it through collusion with Gwan Bu? Not content with pickling your body in poison, you wish to enhance your power with human blood?”
“Hehehehe. Take this and learn some humility!”
Yo Gwang drew upon all his strength to unleash the Blood Darkness Ancient Wood Technique. With it came a whirlwind, and a black tempest surged toward Bu Eunseol’s entire body.
“….”
Yet as Yo Gwang pulled the Blood Darkness Ancient Wood Technique to its peak, his eyes grew dim.
At that same moment, a crimson line of blood began to trace itself from between his brows down to the base of his neck.
“How….”
Yo Gwang looked down at his own body. And in that instant,
Crack!
His body split into a cross and scattered in all directions.
Bu Eunseol, who had ascended to the Extreme Heaven Realm, had long since transcended the limitations of martial techniques.
I had unfolded the Meteor Chasing Moon while simultaneously layering the Remnant Moon Reflecting Stars within a single technique.
The Meteor Chasing Moon had failed to pierce between my brows, but the keen force of the Remnant Moon Reflecting Stars had cleaved his body in two.
However, because Yo Gwang’s body, marinated in toxins, proved unexpectedly viscous, and because my sword technique was so devastatingly swift, it had not split cleanly in a single motion.
Sizzzzz.
Acrid smoke began to rise from Yo Gwang’s severed body.
As his body split while the Blood Darkness Ancient Wood Technique remained active, the toxic qi that had dwelt within his frame began to dissolve him.
“A most vicious poison art.”
As Bu Eunseol murmured,
Thud thud.
Jeok Ya Hon approached before Yo Gwang’s corpse.
“This is….”
Jeok Ya Hon, gazing down at the charring corpse, bit his lip.
Everything Bu Eunseol had said proved true.
Hell Blood Sect was merely the supreme master of poison.
They did not cultivate spirit herbs using human essence blood. Yet beneath Dokbil Jeon, they had accumulated reserves of essence blood to nurture Inhua…
From this moment forward, Hell Blood Sect faced a dire predicament.
“Ahem.”
Just as Jeok Ya Hon cleared his throat to speak,
Whoosh.
With a sound of tearing air, Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong landed simultaneously on the ground.
Having grasped the entire situation, both men fixed their gaze not on Bu Eunseol, but on Jeok Ya Hon’s fingers.
“What are you staring at?”
Jeok Ya Hon asked irritably, and Yu Woon Ryong drew a sharp dagger from his robes.
“Use this.”
That dagger was the treasured blade, Victory Over Evil, which Bu Eunseol had bestowed upon him when appointing him as deputy.
“I see. Victory Over Evil is sharp enough that you can cut without pain.”
As Bu Eunseol nodded, Jeok Ya Hon’s eyebrows twitched.
“You’re saying you’ll cut off the Demon Palace Lord’s fingers right now?”
“Did you not make a promise with me, Lord? To take responsibility.”
Bu Eunseol regarded Jeok Ya Hon with an utterly composed expression.
“Surely the Demon Palace Lord isn’t thinking of merely severing my fingers without intending to honor the agreement you extracted, are you?”
Jeok Ya Hon laughed coldly.
“So. You’re truly going to cut off my fingers?”
Snap.
Rather than answer, I seized the victory sword that Yu Woon Ryong had been holding, moving with the speed of lightning.
Then I strode toward Jeok Ya Hon.
Step by step.
With each footfall came an irresistible majesty.
Jeok Ya Hon, who had been staring into my cold, crystalline eyes, was taken aback.
‘This bastard?’
Had anyone else attempted such an action, Jeok Ya Hon would have scoffed or extended his hand in challenge.
But who was Bu Eunseol?
Even when freshly emerged from Hell Island, wasn’t he the one who defied the Sword Demon Wi Hyuk Gun with his head held high?
There was no one among the Demonic Path who didn’t know that if he said he would do something, he would do it.
‘He truly intends to sever it.’
In this brief moment, ten thousand thoughts raced through Jeok Ya Hon’s mind.
‘If I lose a finger over something like this, I cannot show my face in the Murim again.’
Moreover, the fingers of poison cultivators were where the toxic qi within their bodies was most densely stored.
Losing even one would cause his poison cultivation to regress significantly.
But if I were to kill Bu Eunseol over this… I would not only face attacks from the recently flourishing Nangya Sect,
but might also suffer harsh sanctions from the Demon Palace.
Should that occur, Hell Blood Sect would no longer be able to exist as one of the Ten Demonic Gates.
Whoosh.
Bu Eunseol had drawn close enough to be nose-to-nose with Jeok Ya Hon, his crimson eyes now gazing down at his fingers.
“….”
As that piercing gaze touched his fingers, Jeok Ya Hon unconsciously assumed a defensive posture, his fists clenching.
Hiss.
Then a smile as serene as a still lake spread across my lips.
“How could I possibly damage the fingers of the Hell Blood Sect’s Demon Palace Lord over something like this?”
I laughed silently, then spoke in a low voice.
“I shall consult with Lord Gong Ya Geuk on this matter, so please have no concerns and return, Demon Palace Lord.”
Then, together with Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong, I turned and departed immediately.
In that moment, Jeok Ya Hon felt regret wash over him.
He should have either struck that bastard dead, even at the cost of three lifetimes… or laughed boldly and confidently extended his hand, inviting the blade.
To have shown tension before Bu Eunseol and clenched his fists.
With that alone, he had completely lost his dignity as the Demon Palace Lord of Hell Blood Sect.
Poison Respect Pavilion.
This was where Gong Ya Geuk, the master of Hell Blood Castle, resided.
The Poison Saint, Gong Ya Geuk.
It was said that long ago, he had reached the pinnacle of poison mastery—the Saint Among Poisons.
Because of this, though no poison flowed through his veins, he could wield Heart Poison, a toxin generated by will alone.
Bu Eunseol sat confidently in the presence of this Poison Saint.
Across from her hung a curtain, behind which loomed a dark silhouette of imposing stature.
This was Gong Ya Geuk, the Castle Lord who ruled Hell Blood Castle.
“Why have you sought me out?”
Gong Ya Geuk, seated behind the curtain, spoke in a low voice.
“If you desired something, you could have simply told Jeok Ya Hon.”
His voice was peculiar—barely audible to the ear, yet it thundered directly into Bu Eunseol’s mind.
Having reached the pinnacle of Heart Poison, he transmitted his words directly into her consciousness.
“Though the Castle Lord may not know, there is nothing the Master does not know.”
Yet Bu Eunseol offered an unexpected response.
—The Master knows all, does he not?
This was what she was truly saying.
Silence lingered, but Gong Ya Geuk did not answer.
Finally, Bu Eunseol spoke again.
“However, I do not believe the Master raised his hand against the Demon Palace in collusion with Gwan Bu.”
A chill swept through the chamber.
Gong Ya Geuk’s eyes gleamed behind the curtain as he slowly opened his mouth.
“My sect has distributed poison throughout the Murim for far longer than yesterday or today.”
Silence fell once more, and only after a long pause did he continue.
“The master of Dokbil Jeon merely continued what my sect has always done—out of habit.”
“Even the distribution of blood essence to cultivate strange medicines in collusion with Gwan Bu?”
“I will admit that my sect provided the poisons Gwan Bu desired. However….”
Gong Ya Geuk’s voice struck Bu Eunseol’s mind like thunder.
“The concealment of blood essence was an act undertaken solely by the master of Dokbil Jeon to rapidly enhance his martial prowess.”
“Then you are also aware that the poisons distributed by Hell Blood Castle flowed even into the Murim Alliance.”
At Bu Eunseol’s observation, Gong Ya Geuk chuckled darkly.
“Whether it reaches the Murim Alliance or Gwan Bu matters not. My sect cares only for profit.”
Whether strange medicines are created from the distributed poisons, or whether a great conflict erupts as a result, Hell Blood Castle bears no responsibility.
Rather, such circumstances would be welcomed by Hell Blood Castle.
For large-scale warfare inevitably requires poison.
“I see.”
Only then could Bu Eunseol understand the ideology of Hell Blood Castle and Gong Ya Geuk.
Hell Blood Castle pursued only profit.
Whether great conflict erupted or entanglement with Gwan Bu occurred mattered not at all.
“I understand the Master’s intentions well.”
As Bu Eunseol rose from her seat, Gong Ya Geuk’s voice reached her ears.
“I acknowledge my defeat.”
“….”
“I apologize for the attacks I’ve directed at you all this time. And henceforth, this castle shall become a place that supports you with both resources and resolve.”
Gong Ya Geuk was indeed a formidable figure.
As a Sect Master of the Ten Demonic Gates, he held the second-highest position after Ma Cheon Je—the most solemn and exalted rank within the Demonic Path.
Even with a blade at his throat, he would never bow his head to a subordinate.
Yet Gong Ya Geuk had admitted defeat to Bu Eunseol, and he was discarding his pride with ease.
“Are you satisfied with these terms?”
‘A schemer of this age.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Gong Ya Geuk, seated behind the curtain, bore the visage not of a human, but of a demon consumed by avarice.
‘If I become useless to him, he will draw his blade first.’
If Bu Eunseol’s abilities and influence fell short of his expectations?
Gong Ya Geuk would unhesitatingly plunge his sword into her back once more.
A schemer who would kneel before a child if it profited him, yet would draw his blade from her back a hundred times over if she ceased to be useful.
Such was Gong Ya Geuk, Lord of Hell Blood Castle.
“This gratitude ends here. I shall cause no further trouble to Hell Blood Castle.”
Bu Eunseol had grasped the hand of a devil, at least for now.
The time had not yet come to strike at Hell Blood Castle. She would wait until she possessed the strength to excise the rot in one decisive stroke.
Until then, it was far more advantageous to leave a figure like Gong Ya Geuk alive.
Power and wealth.
The tighter one grasps them, the more hollow they feel; the more greedily one drinks from them, the greater the thirst they kindle.
So long as there remained profit to extract, Gong Ya Geuk would not betray Bu Eunseol.
“Then.”
Bu Eunseol clasped her hands together and slowly turned away.
“Lord of Muhonjung.”
Gong Ya Geuk, seated behind the curtain, watched Bu Eunseol’s receding figure and murmured softly.
“Continue stirring the pot as you have. The more you stir, the deeper into despair you shall sink. Hehehehe.”
Once outside Hell Blood Castle, Bu Eunseol turned to look back.
The sky was stained crimson, as though the sinister gaze of Gong Ya Geuk from behind the curtain hung suspended there.
“You shall learn in time, Lord Gong Ya.”
Standing resolute beneath the crimson sky, her gaze fixed upon Hell Blood Castle, Bu Eunseol spoke in a voice as cold as ice.
“The price of laying hands upon me.”

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