The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 299

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Chapter 299.
Hoe Dang Mountain.
Since ancient times, auspicious energy has lingered here, and the mountain’s graceful contours resemble a dragon ascending to heaven and a phoenix dancing in splendor.
It was upon this very peak that Eunja Rim stood, an institution that had produced generations of renowned scholars.
The current master of Eunja Rim was Mun Dae Seongsaeng, a Grand Scholar who had once passed the highest civil examination and risen through official ranks, only to decline further advancement in his later years and retire to this mountain sanctuary to oversee the academy.
His scholarship was so profound that not only aspiring scholars from across the realm sought to study under him, but even the children of high-ranking officials and nobility clamored for the opportunity to receive his instruction.
Yet one day, a young scholar arrived at Eunja Rim and requested an academic discourse with Mun Dae Seongsaeng.
Initially, he naturally refused and attempted to dismiss the visitor politely.
But this scholar proved versed not only in the hundred schools of philosophy, but also in astronomy and geography, medical texts, divination, and miscellaneous disciplines….
There was scarcely a field of knowledge in which he lacked mastery.
―Mun Dae Seongsaeng requests to meet with him.
Upon hearing this account, Mun Dae Seongsaeng ultimately decided to receive the scholar in person.
Within the Yurim academy, in the Eunhyeon Heon chamber.
Two silhouettes sat facing each other across a small table.
One was an elderly man whose hair had turned silver with age.
The old scholar wore a blue robe, and his eyes gleamed with clarity and the brilliance of a life well-lived.
He was none other than Mun Dae Seongsaeng, master of Yurim and former Grand Scholar of the Imperial Cabinet.
“Hehehehe.”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng gazed at the young scholar seated across from him and broke into hearty laughter.
They had exchanged only brief pleasantries.
Yet the scholar’s learning was truly sublime, reaching toward the heavens itself…, and he possessed not only refined features but also an elegant and noble bearing.
He was precisely the caliber of talent needed to uphold the affairs of state.
“I cannot fathom why someone of your caliber does not sit for the highest examination and instead remains hidden in obscurity.”
As Mun Dae Seongsaeng stroked his magnificent beard, the scholar smiled and replied.
“You wish to know?”
“Indeed.”
“Then….”
The scholar rose carefully from his seat.
He then surveyed the interior of the chamber with meticulous attention.
“Hah.”
As the scholar drew a deep breath, transparent energy flowed from his body and began to dominate the space within the chamber.
Astonishingly, this young scholar was a martial master of exceptional skill, capable of constructing a barrier of true energy to seal off sound from the outside world.
“It is because I am the Lord of Muhonjung within the Demon Palace.”
“The Demon Palace?”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng tilted his head in confusion.
“The Demon Palace—do you speak of that alliance of Demonic Path practitioners?”
“That is correct.”
“Why would a martial artist of the Demonic Path come to this place?”
The scholar, Bu Eunseol, wore a faint smile at the corners of her mouth.
“Was this academy not constructed directly by the Imperial Court long ago? If I were to arrive with a massive force and sweep this place clean, it would place my organization in a difficult position, would it not?”
“I… I don’t understand.”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng swallowed hard, his throat dry.
“Why would the Demon Palace antagonize Yurim?”
“Because you are the Master of Saixiang, the most mysterious assassin sect in all of Murim.”
Silence fell over Yurim for a long moment.
“Heh heh heh.”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng let out a hollow laugh and shook his head.
“If someone of your caliber makes such a declaration… then you must possess solid evidence?”
“Fortunately, Geum Jeok Sang Dan left behind many traces. Perhaps they grew anxious about their dealings with Saixiang.”
“I see.”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng sighed and shook his head.
“I opposed dealing with that miser from the start. But my objections were overruled…”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed with sudden intensity.
Mun Dae Seongsaeng was the Master of Saixiang. Yet his words implied someone stood above him?
‘Is there someone pulling the strings behind the scenes? Or…’
As Bu Eunseol fell into contemplation, Mun Dae Seongsaeng spoke again.
“I’ve heard the Demon Palace’s successor has been relentlessly pursuing our sect.”
His eyes, as he sighed, gleamed with blade-like sharpness.
“Why would you do such a thing? Saixiang and you share no grudge, do we not?”
“Dark projectiles.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes burned with resentment and indignation as she continued.
“Only Saixiang could manufacture dark projectiles capable of firing ninety-eight shots in a single day.”
“Ninety-eight shots in a single day?”
“Yes.”
A fierce light erupted from Bu Eunseol’s gaze.
“I am searching for the person who wielded those projectiles.”
“You’ve been doggedly pursuing our sect all this time just to find someone who used such projectiles?”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng’s expression showed utter bewilderment.
Saixiang had never touched anyone from Nangya Pavilion or the Demon Palace. Why would Bu Eunseol hunt for the wielder of such projectiles?
“I am searching for a person.”
Bu Eunseol took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
“Someone who coated Saixiang’s dark projectiles with Flesh-Breaking Venom, mastered Heavenly Axis Flowing Energy, and cultivated a terrifying Demonic Sword Technique.”
“Flesh-Breaking Venom…”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng’s eyes narrowed to slits.
Hearing those words alone, he seemed to recall who this person was.
“Why do you seek him?”
Bu Eunseol exhaled a silent breath of relief.
Mun Dae Seongsaeng clearly knew Hyung Su. That was why he could refer to him as ‘him’.
“This is a personal matter of mine. I would be grateful if you would tell me.”
Bu Eunseol’s voice was impeccably respectful.
Yet her eyes blazed with an inky, murderous intent.
She looked ready to commit any atrocity if he refused to answer.
“I have no intention of making an enemy of Saixiang.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with measured calm.
“I’m not interested in who stands behind Saixiang, nor do I care why they’re stirring up the Murim.”
She meant it.
Whoever had secretly planted brilliant schemers within Jeongsayang-do.
Whoever was rebuilding extinct sects or researching bizarre toxins while wreaking havoc across the Murim—what they wanted, none of it mattered to her.
Truthfully, Bu Eunseol cared very little about such things.
If only she could find Hyung Su, the one who had brutally tormented her grandfather, Bu Chanyang…
The fate of the Murim was of no consequence to her.
“Hehehehe.”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng burst into laughter.
From his position, he couldn’t simply accept her words at face value. And even if he knew the truth, he couldn’t speak it.
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I said I didn’t know.”
“I would prefer it if that weren’t the case.”
Behind Bu Eunseol, a terrifying aura shimmered like heat haze.
“I’d rather not burn Yurim to the ground.”
“Can you bear the consequences?”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng spoke in a relaxed tone.
“Bon Jin was built by the previous imperial court itself. Moreover, this place houses the children of high officials who came down from Beijing.”
With a faint smile, he continued with a helpless expression.
“You’d burn Bon Jin? Are you serious?”
“For someone renowned for scholarship, you certainly can’t read people at all.”
The aura swirling behind Bu Eunseol grew increasingly distinct, coalescing into the form of a massive black dragon’s head.
And it looked as though it would devour Mun Dae Seongsaeng’s head at any moment.
Simultaneously, Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed with a crimson light more vivid than blood itself.
“Do you think I cannot?”
Only then could Mun Dae Seongsaeng glimpse the true nature of Bu Eunseol’s spirit.
‘She’s transitioning from the middle path, from the extreme way into the Demonic Path.’
Being an exceptional master himself, he sensed that Bu Eunseol’s spirit had begun to enter the threshold of demonic possession.
‘She’s the type who wouldn’t blink an eye at slaughtering tens of thousands to achieve her goal.’
Yet he too was the leader of Saixiang, the legendary assassin clan that had concealed its true base for centuries.
He was not one to yield to threats so easily.
“I’m afraid I truly know nothing of this matter.”
“How unfortunate.”
Bu Eunseol’s expression turned genuinely regretful.
“Then I’ll simply have to ask your body instead.”
“Hehehehe. I know you’re quite the formidable master.”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng smiled faintly.
“But have you forgotten where you are?”
Click.
In that instant, with the sound of mechanisms grinding, Mun Dae Seongsaeng’s figure vanished.
The floor had swallowed him whole in a heartbeat.
Bu Eunseol showed little surprise.
She had suspected the presence of mechanisms beneath the floor from the moment she entered.
“So it was connected to that place after all.”
The mechanisms installed here bore a striking resemblance to those mysterious contraptions she had witnessed at Yuhwa Ridge and the Underground Fortress.
Saixiang was not only capable of crafting exquisite hidden weapons, but was also a gathering place for masters of mechanical artifice…
It was entirely possible that the mechanisms of the Underground Fortress had been installed by Saixiang.
Boom.
As Bu Eunseol stamped her foot, a tremendous tremor shook through the space, and the mechanism’s door flew open instantly.
Passing through that pitch-black entrance would grant access to Saixiang Headquarters, which had long masqueraded as part of Yurim.
Whoosh.
Without hesitation, Bu Eunseol hurled herself into the dark void below.
“The Master of Muhonjung. Truly….”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng, walking swiftly through the shadowed corridor, gasped in admiration.
Bu Eunseol’s gaze and bearing—she already possessed the demeanor of a supreme master who looked down upon all of Tianxia.
“A peerless talent comparable to him, then.”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng’s heart quickened.
Throughout history, supreme masters who seized control of Tianxia had built earth-shattering martial prowess in their twenties.
And Bu Eunseol was precisely such a master.
“They say she struck down Geol Wang in her youth. Is she even more formidable than the rumors suggest?”
Recalling Bu Eunseol’s eyes, frozen like ice, a chill ran down his spine.
That frigid gaze carried the aura of a great demon king who would slaughter thousands without blinking an eye.
Even Mun Dae Seongsaeng felt a shudder of dread.
“She is certainly mad.”
No sane person would launch a solo assault on this place knowing it to be Saixiang.
She was undoubtedly a lunatic who regarded nothing as beneath her if it served her purpose.
“She is beyond my capacity to oppose. I must not even attempt it.”
Creak.
At last reaching the corridor’s end, the mechanisms groaned and the door swung wide open.
A tranquil landscape unfolded before them.
Small buildings scattered about, a Blacksmith Shop, pavilions for rest, and a well could all be seen.
On the surface, it appeared to be a peaceful village, yet in truth it was the place where the most fearsome hidden weapons in Tianxia were forged.
This was Saixiang Headquarters.
Attached seamlessly to Yurim, a haven for scholars with no connection whatsoever to Murim…
No intelligence network in the world could have discovered Saixiang’s true location.
‘I must inform the Patriarch at once.’
Just as Mun Dae Seongsaeng rushed toward Saixiang in panic,
“You’re late.”
A man with arms crossed leaned against a tree before him. It was Bu Eunseol.
“How did you find this place?”
“The Sahyang Headquarters has remained hidden for centuries. Did you think I wouldn’t conduct a thorough investigation?”
Bu Eunseol uncrossed her arms and walked forward slowly.
“I’ll ask one final time.”
Bu Eunseol’s tone, which had been consistently respectful until now, transformed into something sharp and oppressive—as if she could tear the very heavens asunder.
“Who is he?”
“Will you tell me?”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng bellowed and stomped the ground.
Boom.
At that, those who had been leisurely moving about within Sahyang froze,
Whoosh.
and slowly turned their bodies.
The man hammering at the Blacksmith Shop. The boy crouching by the roadside. The elders sitting in the Pavilion catching the breeze.
They all fixed Bu Eunseol with cold gazes.
Now I understood—everyone here was an assassin of Saixiang.
Clank. Whirr.
Simultaneously, strange metallic tubes erupted from various points throughout the village.
They appeared to be hidden mechanisms designed to counter external threats.
“You know it’s pointless.”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly, observing the mechanisms scattered around her.
“Such devices are only effective when massive forces assault this place.”
Mun Dae Seongsaeng bit his lip.
Bu Eunseol was right.
All the mechanisms here were designed to repel large-scale military forces.
No one had ever imagined that someone would dare assault Saixiang, the greatest power under heaven, alone.
Against Bu Eunseol, who had come alone, these devices were utterly useless.
“Attack.”
Yet Mun Dae Seongsaeng shouted without hesitation.
Even if the mechanisms couldn’t function properly, this place harbored many skilled assassins.
There was no way Bu Eunseol could face them all alone.
Screech!
A torrent of projectiles erupted, but Bu Eunseol was already gone.
Flash!
Her dark blade blazed with fire as she passed through the mechanism-laden area.
Thud, thud, thud.
There was no time even to scream.
With each swing of Bu Eunseol’s blade, blood sprayed and dozens of severed heads fell to the ground.
Crash!
Unable to keep pace with Bu Eunseol’s elusive divine technique, they detonated the fire bombs they had planted throughout the area.
But Bu Eunseol’s shadow had already slipped beyond the blast radius.
Boom! Boom!
They triggered the fire bombs in succession, even accepting casualties among their own ranks, but it proved futile.
Instead, the smoke scattered in all directions only aided Bu Eunseol, allowing her to conceal her form while unleashing indiscriminate sword strikes.
Clang!
Realizing that hidden weapons and fire bombs were useless, the assassins drew their blades and initiated close combat.
‘Orthodox swordsmanship.’
A glimmer of recognition flashed across Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she observed their techniques.
Like the assassins who had attacked her at Seonggacheoljang in the past, they wielded a modified version of Orthodox sword arts.
“There is nothing I need to ask of you.”
Black mist rose from Bu Eunseol’s body as she faced the assassins deploying their swordsmanship.
Whoosh!
The black mist concentrated and absorbed into her left fist.
Crack!
As she thrust her fist forward with explosive force, five sharp blades of energy erupted forth—materialized true energy shaped like long swords through the Yeouui Jingyeol technique.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
With dull impacts, the five blades of energy skewered dozens of assassins rushing forward like kebabs on a stick.
“Now!”
In that moment, assassins who had circled behind Bu Eunseol unleashed sharp sword strikes.
But without even turning around, she flicked her left hand again.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, the assassins charging at her were sent flying backward, their bodies mangled.
She had mimicked Tan Wang’s internal energy repulsion technique.
Boom! Boom!
As massive materialized wind blades poured forth in succession, the assassins’ bodies were sent flying backward like toys.
With her spirit having once again entered the Demonic Path, there were no restrictions on deploying the Yeouui Jingyeol technique.
—Uuugh….
Faced with such merciless and overwhelming attacks, the assassins’ offensive faltered.
Bu Eunseol’s method of using the Yeouui Jingyeol to skewer people whole was terrifying enough to shake even the most seasoned assassins.
Indeed, several younger assassins stood frozen, having lost all will to resist.
—She is alone. Do not fear—attack!
At Mun Dae Seongsaeng’s cry, the experienced and seasoned assassins stepped forward.
And they began unleashing sharp sword strikes once more.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Saixiang had been able to operate for a hundred years while concealing its headquarters partly because it had developed superior hidden weapon mechanisms…
But above all, it was because they had consistently cultivated exceptional assassins across generations.
Swish! Ping!
As they charged forward prepared to die, blood began to spray from Bu Eunseol’s body as well.
In particular, their assassin techniques combined with the hidden weapon mechanisms possessed tremendous power.
‘How tedious.’
Yet as the assassins rushed toward her, Bu Eunseol felt only boredom wash over her.
‘I need only extract information about Hyung Su. There’s no reason to risk my life in prolonged combat.’
She had grown weary of it all.
Weary of swinging her blade. Weary of moving her body to fight.
She simply wished to stand motionless and annihilate these insignificant gnats as they charged toward her.
Bu Eunseol merely entertained the thought.
Whoooosh!
In that instant, tendrils of black true energy erupted from her body in all directions.
Simultaneously, those tendrils crystallized into massive tentacles that gleamed with an obsidian sheen.
The sight was as though an otherworldly monstrosity had materialized behind Bu Eunseol’s back.
The Technique of Six Manifestations.
The ultimate refinement of Ma Cheon Je’s supreme technique had finally begun to bloom from within Bu Eunseol’s flesh.

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