The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 292

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Chapter 292.
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong had returned after an extended rest and were both attending to their duties.
Bu Eunseol had heeded Seo Jin Ha’s advice and temporarily suspended her information organization’s operations.
Instead, she had consolidated the intelligence forces she’d deployed externally back to the Demon Palace.
‘Solving the problems closest at hand isn’t a bad approach.’
The existence of moles within the Demon Palace was hardly a secret.
If Hwa Mil Won Ju of the Murim Alliance was a mole prepared over decades, then the Demon Palace surely had moles planted in high positions as well.
Of course, whether or not moles existed in the Demon Palace was irrelevant. She simply wanted to identify any moles that might be connected to Saixiang.
“My Lord.”
At that moment, a lively yet playful voice came from outside.
“This humble one, Myo Cheon Woo, enters.”
The door opened, and a man with a sturdy build and bright eyes stepped in. It was Myo Cheon Woo.
“What is it?”
“A letter arrived from Bi Young Gak, so I brought it.”
As I accepted the envelope Myo Cheon Woo offered, the surface bore the seal symbolizing the Cheon Sal Unit.
It was from Seo Jin Ha.
―Traces of Saixiang have been discovered in Hyeol Sa Gok. I will contact you again once confirmed.
The brief, concise handwriting suggested he had hastily conveyed only the essential information before returning to Hyeol Sa Gok.
As I finished reading the letter, an ominous chill swept through my mind.
Hyeol Sa Gok.
That place was the Poison Sect, located at Po Dae Mountain in Shandong.
Yet Po Dae Mountain was a blessed spiritual land where abundant spirit herbs flourished.
And Hyeol Sa Gok had begun creating bizarre toxins using these spirit herbs—poisons that had never been seen before.
That was the infamous Bushiheul Poison.
―Hyeol Sa Gok is something we absolutely cannot overlook!
A terrifying, monstrous poison where the blood of the poisoned transforms entirely into toxin. The Bushiheul Poison.
When this poison circulated through Murim, it caused harm not only to martial artists but also to commoners and livestock.
Ultimately, the masters of Jeongsayang-do, unable to ignore such devastation, annihilated Hyeol Sa Gok in a single stroke.
Thus, Hyeol Sa Gok, which had once dominated an era, vanished into the shadows of history. Yet it had been revived?
‘It must have been rebuilt with support from a powerful faction like the Ohdok School.’
My expression grew grave.
The problem was that Seo Jin Ha had caught the tail of this faction lurking in secrecy alone.
It was impossible for his intelligence network, gathered during a brief vacation in Gangho, to stumble upon such a thing by chance.
‘He was deliberately lured in.’
My eyes narrowed.
Some faction had intentionally exposed information to Seo Jin Ha and drawn him in.
‘I shouldn’t have said anything.’
Regret suddenly flooded through me.
I had mentioned Saixiang to Seo Jin Ha because he was the commander of the Cheon Sal Unit, which handled diverse intelligence.
I had merely hoped he would share information obtained while performing his duties…
To think I’d be tracking traces of Saixiang across Gangho during the break period.
‘If Hyeol Sa Gok was rebuilt as long ago as the Ohdok School, then its roots and power would be beyond imagination.’
Bu Eunseol clenched her fists tightly.
This matter was far beyond what Seo Jin Ha could handle alone.
Moreover, hadn’t Saixiang always maintained connections with the Orthodox Sects?
“Is something wrong?”
Myo Cheon Woo asked, observing the gravity that had settled over Bu Eunseol’s expression.
“Your expression looks terrible.”
“It’s nothing.”
As Bu Eunseol shook her head, Myo Cheon Woo’s face fell with disappointment.
“Bu Eunseol. You and I both know that everyone here serves under you.”
“I never said otherwise.”
“A subordinate is someone capable of carrying out what their superior wishes to accomplish.”
After taking a moment to steady his breath, Myo Cheon Woo finally spoke the words he had long held in his heart.
“I don’t expect you to suddenly trust and rely on me. But if there are difficult matters, shouldn’t I be able to share that burden as your subordinate?”
Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes burned with intensity.
It resembled the fervent gaze of Seo Jin Ha, who possessed such passionate friendship. And that tormented Bu Eunseol.
Seo Jin Ha, Myo Cheon Woo…
These two would willingly sacrifice their very lives for the sake of friendship.
But Bu Eunseol did not wish for anyone to be hurt because of her.
That was why she had never intended to share friendship with anyone in her lifetime.
“If such matters arise, I will inform you.”
Bu Eunseol turned away from Myo Cheon Woo’s burning gaze, her voice devoid of emotion.
“As your superior.”
“…I understand.”
Disappointment welled up within Myo Cheon Woo, but he swallowed it down and turned away.
Several days later.
Bu Eunseol had taken a walk around Hwa Hong Pavilion to clear her troubled mind and returned.
Upon entering the Office, a thin envelope lay upon her desk.
In that instant, a flash of light gleamed across Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Whoosh.
She examined the envelope slowly with a cautious expression. Something thick seemed to be inside, causing the end to bulge slightly.
And as she slowly opened the envelope, she could instinctively sense one truth.
The ominous premonition she had felt before. It had finally become reality.
Thud.
Something dull fell from the opened envelope onto the table.
It was a freshly severed ear.
Bu Eunseol recognized at a glance that it belonged to Seo Jin Ha.
That very ear which, not long ago, had listened to her words while she drank on the rooftop.
It now lay brutally severed within the envelope.
―If you wish to save him, come alone to Hyeol Sa Gok.
The enclosed letter contained only a brief message.
Yet something felt amiss.
I could have ignored the letter’s contents and sent Demon Palace’s forces instead.
But the letter contained only that single line, with no further threats or coercion.
In other words, they were confident I would come alone.
‘They know me well.’
They had not only grasped my nature completely, but also…
They were confident they could sever all traces and vanish the moment I sent Demon Palace’s forces.
‘There is no choice.’
I gazed at the ink sword hanging on the wall.
To uncover traces of Saixiang.
To rescue Seo Jin Ha.
I had to go to Hyeol Sa Gok alone, without informing anyone.
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Leaving Demon Palace, I unleashed my full speed and arrived before Po Dae Mountain, where Hyeol Sa Gok lay hidden.
The Han Zhong region surrounding Po Dae Mountain was so densely packed with mountains that the phrase “mountains upon mountains” fit perfectly.
Yet the name Po Dae Mountain did not come from the mountain’s shape resembling a robe.
Centuries ago, a sage who cultivated the Way here bore the dharma name Po Dae.
It is said that this sage, through superior medicine and spiritual power, healed the afflicted throughout the region.
Thus, people named this place Po Dae Mountain in honor of the sage.
But that beautiful legend was shattered when the vile Poison Sect and Hyeol Sa Gok took root here, transforming the mountain into a byword for terror.
Corpse Blood Poison.
A toxic qi that, once contracted, transforms the entire bloodstream into pure venom. Because of this, the region had become a cursed wasteland where no one dared to live.
A cool breeze brushed past.
Having arrived at Hyeol Sa Gok’s entrance in a single breath, I narrowed my eyes.
“They’re doing this again.”
The long-abandoned Hyeol Sa Gok had been completely rebuilt.
Yet the interior had transformed into something resembling a livestock farm rather than a martial sect.
I also spotted the massive glass chambers I had once seen in the underground city beneath the mountains with Yu Hwa Ryeong.
‘Are they different from each other?’
My eyes narrowed as I examined the glass chambers.
Unlike the chambers in the underground Seong Do that had been filled with crimson liquid, these were filled with black liquid.
It appeared they were conducting research to transform people using poison rather than elixir.
‘This makes no sense.’
They were persistently researching drugs to enhance physical strength.
With the power to instantly restore an annihilated sect, they would be virtually indistinguishable from the supreme master of Murim who rules all.
Why would they need to develop such drugs at all?
‘In cases like this…’
My mind raced rapidly.
Perhaps these forces are not a single unified faction.
If their power is dispersed, they would need to strengthen their forces to check each other, leaving room for reinforcement.
‘Or perhaps they face an adversary even they cannot defeat.’
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
All of this was merely speculation. The true facts remained unknown.
Considering what they had orchestrated, precious little had been revealed.
‘There is no need to rush. We simply eliminate them one by one.’
No matter how formidable a faction, restoring a lost sect would have required enormous financial resources.
By methodically hunting them down and destroying them, they would inevitably expose themselves.
―One misstep and I would follow the same path as Mu Hwang.
Suddenly, Tan Wang’s sigh from within Wu Huang’s Secret Vault echoed in my mind.
Mu Hwang, who four centuries ago bore a false accusation and sorrowfully departed from Murim.
Even such a supreme master could not stand against those whose influence permeated all of Murim.
To eradicate them, one must concentrate overwhelming power and sweep them away in a single decisive strike.
Hiss. Hiss.
Then, a strange sound pierced the air as grotesque figures in black garments began to emerge.
They wrapped themselves entirely—not just their faces—in bandages that gleamed with an eerie luster.
In each hand, they wielded a deformed saber, curved sharply like a scythe.
They poured forth like enormous stag beetles with razor-sharp mandibles.
Whoosh.
Bu Eunseol immediately drew her Silent Blade to meet the charging grotesques.
There was no need for words.
I simply had to cut them down swiftly and rescue Seo Jin Ha.
Shatter!
As the keen blade carved a vast arc, the grotesques in front collapsed in droves.
Yet those charging forward shrieked hideously and threw themselves at me without hesitation.
Some even used the corpses of their comrades as springboards to leap and attack.
It was as if a building-sized wave of darkness crashed down from above.
Shatter-shatter-shatter!
As countless grotesques swung their deformed sabers in unison, a bone-chilling sound of tearing air erupted skyward.
Though the sight was terrifying enough to make flesh crawl, I spun my Silent Blade like a windmill, cutting down grotesque after grotesque.
It was as if black insects were being pulverized against rapidly rotating blades.
Hiss. Hiss.
Yet the stream of grotesques seemed endless.
Their bodies were hardened as if pickled in some chemical, and they knew neither fear nor dread.
Even with fatal wounds, they clung to their attacks before finally collapsing long after.
Shatter!
As rapid sword techniques unfolded in succession, blood spurted from the carotid arteries of the charging grotesques.
Their blood was not clear but viscous, and it flowed at a pace several times slower than that of ordinary humans.
‘So they cannot mass-produce Demonic Incarnates after all.’
What if these monsters were like Gu Ju Hun—creatures that wouldn’t die unless their necks were completely severed or their vital points drained of blood?
I could never have withstood such overwhelming numbers.
Conversely, their objective might be to mass-produce Demonic Immortals like Gu Ju Hun.
If such a thing were possible, they wouldn’t need to lure me out and attack—they could have simply swept through the Demon Palace with thousands of Demonic Immortals immediately.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
In the time it took for a single incense stick to burn, I had cut down over a hundred monsters.
Yet the stream of creatures pouring forth seemed undiminished.
“Haah.”
Gradually, my breathing grew labored and heavy.
‘They’re trying to exhaust my inner force.’
The monsters had begun circling around me, advancing and retreating in a coordinated rhythm.
This tactic was designed to deplete my energy reserves before launching a full assault when I was weakened.
Screech!
Under normal circumstances, a single slash would have felled dozens, but the tangled formation limited me to wounding only a handful.
“Haah.”
I regulated my breathing and drew upon my inner force once more, unleashing my sword technique.
The endless screeching of blades rang out, and blood sprayed like rain.
Yet the monsters swarmed like insects, their grotesque weapons swinging without pause.
As time wore on, the taste of blood began to fill my mouth.
If their numbers didn’t diminish and this continued, my inner force would eventually be exhausted, and I would collapse.
“Excellent!”
With a thunderous cry, I channeled all the formidable inner power flowing through my body into my dark blade.
Whooom!
A low vibration resonated as the dark sword energy surged skyward.
As I drew upon the Half-Extreme True Qi, the black blade force erupting from my sword rose to a height of five zhang.
Whooom! Whooom!
The sight resembled not a blade force, but rather a black dragon ascending to the heavens with a pearl in its grasp.
Shwaaaack!
As the Shadowless Heavenly Flow unfolded, infused with that blade force, the monster formation began to crumble with explosive force.
With each sweep of the living, breathing blade energy through the air, dozens of monsters fell in unison.
How much time had passed?
Thud-thud-thud.
The black shadows that had darkened the heavens and earth gradually vanished.
The flesh wall of monsters that had blocked the entrance finally collapsed.
Thud-thud-thud.
Crimson blood rained down from the sky like a downpour.
My powerful blade force had severed the monsters’ necks in one stroke, causing the spurting blood to cascade down all at once.
Splash-splash-splash.
Blood flowed across the ground like a stream, with mountains of monster corpses piled around it.
Step-step.
Three shadowy figures walked across a pool of blood.
They were identical in every way—their appearance, height, clothing, and even their expressions were indistinguishable from one another.
“Impressive.”
At that moment, all three spoke simultaneously.
“Even if you’re merely a shell, to dispose of so many Soulless without a single wound is quite remarkable.”
Bu Eunseol felt an unpleasant tingling sensation in her ears, as if an insect had crawled inside.
They had released their voices in perfect unison without the slightest deviation, creating an eerie vibration.
“The Cheon Triplets?”
Bu Eunseol instantly discerned the identity of these three identical beings.
Triplets were rare among Murim masters, and only one group possessed the ability to vocalize in perfect synchronization.
“Indeed. We are the Mad Heaven Three Demons.”
The Mad Heaven Three Demons.
Commonly known as the Cheon Triplets, they possessed not only formidable martial prowess but also a uniquely extraordinary ability.
Complete sharing of body and spirit.
For instance, if one felt physical pain, the other two experienced the identical sensation.
Moreover, emotions such as joy and sorrow—they shared all of it.
Bu Eunseol nodded as if she had grasped something crucial.
“That’s why they remain unscathed.”

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