The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 334

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Chapter 334.
Bu Eunseol returned to the Demon Palace alongside So Ok Rim.
Seo Jin Ha had agreed to remain at Yunhai Biyeok Palace for a year according to plan.
The spiritual herbs of Yunhai Biyeok Palace would open his upper dantian far more rapidly.
And in the time ahead, he would train his martial arts in harmony with the young warriors of the Nangya Sect who would be stationed at Yunhai Biyeok Palace.
After roughly a year had passed, Seo Jin Ha would not only perfectly recover his cultivation and physical strength, but would also be capable of leaping to an even higher realm.
“Bu Eunseol.”
The moment Bu Eunseol stepped into the Jam Ma Gak, Yu Woon Ryong rushed toward her as if he had been waiting.
Upon hearing news of her arrival, he appeared to have been standing before the entrance all along.
“What is the matter?”
Yu Woon Ryong’s expression was far from pleasant. Something had clearly transpired.
“It is an order from Chong Gyo Ryeong—you are to go to the Dokryeong Pavilion at once.”
“I shall go later.”
“No, you must go immediately.”
Yu Woon Ryong spoke with grave intensity.
“An emergency Demonic Council has been convened at the request of the Ten Demonic Gates.”
“A Demonic Council?”
A flicker of intrigue crossed Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Ordinarily, the Demonic Council was a gathering where Ma Cheon Je and the leaders of the Ten Demonic Gates assembled periodically to discuss major matters of the Demon Palace and the state of the Demonic Path.
Yet now was not the appointed time for such a council. Moreover, how could a Demonic Council be convened without Ma Cheon Je present?
As if reading her thoughts, Yu Woon Ryong explained calmly.
“The Demonic Council can be convened if a majority of the Ten Demonic Gates—that is, five sects or more—request it.”
“Five sects, you say?”
“The White Horse Sect, the Saryeong School, the Hell Blood Sect, the Destruction Spear Sect, and the Geuk Sal Mil Gak.”
“Even the sealed Geuk Sal Mil Gak?”
Yu Woon Ryong spoke with a bitter expression.
“From what I hear, the White Horse Sect persuaded all five sects to move. The remaining four sects likely merely lent their support.”
“So with Ma Cheon Je absent, it has been convened temporarily under Chong Gyo Ryeong’s chairmanship.”
“That would be the case.”
“Temporary, then…”
Bu Eunseol, lost in profound thought, nodded her head.
“Very well. I shall stop by the Jam Ma Gak first before departing.”
“Why?”
Instead of answering, Bu Eunseol gestured behind her.
There stood So Ok Rim, a towering woman whose massive frame evoked the image of an ancient tree.
The Training Grounds of the Jam Ma Gak.
There, So Ok Rim stood tall, looking down upon the warriors of the Sayoung Battle Division.
Before departing for the council, Bu Eunseol had assembled all the warriors of the Sayoung Battle Division in the Training Grounds.
―From this moment forward, So Ok Rim, who has assumed the temporary position of martial instructor for the Sayoung Battle Division, shall be known as Instructor So.
At Bu Eunseol’s words, all the Lords and members wore expressions of bewilderment.
The warriors of the Sayoung Battle Division possessed experienced commanders with abundant battlefield experience and exceptional martial prowess.
The members underwent rigorous training periodically under the orders of their respective commanders and had never neglected their martial cultivation.
Yet suddenly, they were hiring a martial arts instructor from outside?
It would have been far better for Bu Eunseol to train them directly herself.
―I must attend a conference now. In the meantime, explain the situation of this division to her and prepare quarters for her.
With that brief explanation, Bu Eunseol ascended toward the Dokryeong Pavilion.
The members gathered at the Training Grounds, including Myo Cheon Woo, stared blankly at Bu Eunseol’s retreating figure.
―Who on earth is she?
Every member of the Sayoung Battle Division opened their eyes wide.
She stood well over seven feet tall, her eyes gleaming with an ethereal white radiance.
Her shoulders appeared more than twice as broad as those of an adult man, and her solid musculature strained against her martial robes.
Her appearance evoked not a woman, but rather the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King of the Buddhist Order.
―At first glance, she certainly doesn’t seem ordinary.
The title of martial arts instructor was not given without reason.
Every warrior of the Sayoung Battle Division regarded So Ok Rim with bewildered expressions.
“What’s going on? Why is everyone gathered here?”
At that moment, a man with hazy eyes ambled lazily into the Training Grounds.
It was Won Se Moon.
Having spent the entire previous day drinking heavily, he had been sneaking naps all morning before finally emerging.
Coming outside still half-asleep and noticing the members were absent, he had drifted toward the Training Grounds as if drawn by an invisible force.
“What in the world are you all doing…”
Won Se Moon pushed through the members and walked toward the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
There, he could see the shadow of a seven-foot-tall figure silhouetted against the sun.
Standing solemnly with arms crossed like tree trunks, long hair flowing, she resembled a towering mountain of immense proportions.
Won Se Moon approached the seven-foot figure with bleary eyes, muttering hazily.
“Guan Yu?”
Thud!
In that instant, a fist thick as a log drove deep into Won Se Moon’s left cheek.
Won Se Moon, struck suddenly in the face, tumbled across the ground.
“Ughhhh!”
“What’s wrong with this lunatic?”
So Ok Rim pointed at Won Se Moon rolling on the ground and spoke loudly.
“Calling this incomparable beauty Guan Yu!”
“Incomparable beauty?”
At those words, Won Se Moon suddenly sprang to his feet and rubbed his eyes.
Only then could he see So Ok Rim’s face clearly, no longer obscured by the sun.
Despite her enormous frame, her face was cute with slightly full cheeks—a woman’s face.
It was quite an appealing face, yet contrasted with her muscular body revealed beneath her clothes, it created a peculiar atmosphere.
“A female Guan Yu?”
Crack!
Another fist drove deep into Won Se Moon’s right cheek.
“You mad, deranged woman!”
Won Se Moon rolled across the floor, then sprang to his feet and hurled a punch at So Ok Rim’s face.
It was the Maha Ming Jade Fist—a martial technique from Jeol Cheon Myul Ji that Bu Eunseol had once taught to her disciples.
Whoosh!
Though he hadn’t infused it with inner force,
his fist nonetheless moved with blinding speed, trailing phantom afterimages as it bored toward So Ok Rim’s face.
“Oh? What’s this now?”
Thwack.
So Ok Rim seized Won Se Moon’s fist in one hand, baring her teeth in a wide grin.
“You dare lay hands upon this exquisite jade form?”
Crack!
This time Won Se Moon took a direct blow to the abdomen and crumpled onto the Training Grounds.
“Th-this is…”
Only then did Won Se Moon realize that the woman standing before him possessed martial prowess far beyond anything he could hope to match.
“Who are you?”
No matter how reckless and unruly Won Se Moon might be, he could still distinguish between strength and weakness.
He recognized that So Ok Rim was no ordinary person and asked with genuine seriousness.
“Answer properly, or I won’t show mercy even if you are a woman.”
“Show mercy? To whom?”
“You seem to be joking.”
As Won Se Moon reached for the twin blades strapped to his back, So Ok Rim let out a scoff and folded her arms, speaking with absolute confidence.
“Ever heard of the Celestial Maiden of the Galaxy?”
“The Celestial Maiden of the Galaxy?”
“That’s right. I, the sect leader, am none other than the Celestial Maiden of the Galaxy.”
“The Celestial Maiden of the Galaxy…?”
Won Se Moon blinked.
Then, as if remembering something, his mouth fell open.
“Could it be… that Bung Cheon who devastated the entire Yangguang Murim region years ago…?”
Boom!
Another fist drove into the crown of Won Se Moon’s head.
“Ugh!”
Won Se Moon’s neck retracted like a turtle’s, and he rolled about clutching his skull.
“The Celestial Maiden of the Galaxy!”
So Ok Rim erupted into a frenzy, kicking the fallen Won Se Moon repeatedly.
“Who said Bung Cheon? You want to die? Huh?”
Her kicks were precise, relentlessly targeting Won Se Moon’s vital acupoints.
Thud, thud, thud.
With each blow, Won Se Moon’s vision filled with the image of a ferryman merrily rowing across the Sam Do Cheon toward the afterlife.
“Ugh… ugh…”
I want to scream, but the pain is so intense that no sound escapes my throat.
When the disciples saw Won Se Moon trembling with his eyes rolled back in white, they turned ashen.
Though his personality was simple, his martial prowess was anything but.
Thanks to the training Bu Eunseol had given him and his rich combat experience, he had become an exceptional swordmaster approaching the Transcendent Realm.
Yet he couldn’t even evade simple punches and kicks?
―Where on earth did the Lord bring such a monster from?
The disciples gathered in the Training Grounds trembled with fear as they watched So Ok Rim’s merciless kicks.
Sole Brightness Pavilion, Great Conference Hall.
Near the large table at its center stood five partitions draped in black cloth.
They were the partitions known as the Hidden Demon Secret Barrier.
A special partition crafted to preserve the dignity of the Ten Demonic Gates’ leaders when they wished to remain unseen at official gatherings.
‘They asked me to attend the conference, yet they won’t even show their faces…’
Even if it was temporary, only the leadership of the Demonic Path could attend a Demonic Council.
Yet they deliberately used the Hidden Demon Secret Barrier here.
Wasn’t that showing they didn’t even want to reveal their faces to Bu Eunseol?
Bu Eunseol, gazing at the Hidden Demon Secret Barrier, soon clasped her hands respectfully toward Yeop Hyo Cheon.
“Chong Gyo Ryeong.”
“Muhonjung Lord.”
A sharp gleam flashed across Yeop Hyo Cheon’s eyes.
Bu Eunseol appeared like someone who had never learned martial arts—her vital energy fluctuations had completely vanished.
Yet within her calm and serene eyes sparkled a profound brilliance incomparable to before, didn’t it?
‘Her inner power has grown even deeper, yet her vital energy has become more ordinary…’
In the Murim, incomprehensible and wondrous things sometimes occurred.
Each time Bu Eunseol returned from venturing into Gangho with dramatically increased martial prowess, Yeop Hyo Cheon felt not merely wonder but an eerie sense of discord.
‘Ascending one level higher from such inner power is something that cannot be accomplished alone.’
Yeop Hyo Cheon well knew that Bu Eunseol’s inner power level was formidable enough to rival even the masters of previous generations.
Yet to leap once more from that stage and reach a level to stand shoulder to shoulder with the strongest in the Murim?
‘Could it be that a master who reached the Realm of Absolute Nothingness injected their entire vital essence into her through the Transmission of Soul Great Method?’
Yeop Hyo Cheon shook his head.
Even if one received such a great method, the human body had limits in accepting what came from another.
Moreover, when inner power reached five decades of cultivation, a master’s twelve primary meridians entered a state of absolute stillness and perfection. Thus, absorbing vital essence injected from outside became nearly impossible.
―That one will cause trouble…
Yeop Hyo Cheon was not alone in his astonishment.
The Ten Demonic Gates’ leaders behind the Hidden Demon Secret Barrier had also sensed that Bu Eunseol’s power had increased dramatically compared to her enthronement ceremony.
―Though human ability is said to be limitless, there is order and stages in developing that ability…
As the murmurs mixed with admiration began to fade,
“Hmm.”
Yeop Hyo Cheon, narrowing his long eyes, turned his gaze to regard the Ten Demonic Gates’ leaders behind the Hidden Demon Secret Barrier.
“Since the Muhonjung Lord has arrived, shall we begin?”
A brief silence followed, and soon a low voice flowed from the first partition of the Hidden Demon Secret Barrier.
“First you killed Cheon Geom, a disciple of Geom Joon… and now you’ve placed the Yunhai Biyeok Palace in Sae Oe under the control of Sa Young Jeon.”
As his voice resonated through the conference hall, it felt as though sharp daggers rained down like a downpour.
A master who emanated sharpness through voice alone. Bu Eunseol instantly recognized him as Kang Yang Cheon, the lord of the White Horse Sect.
“Thanks to that, the Sae Oe sects that had been hostile to Sa Young Jeon are now openly expressing their discontent.”
Bu Eunseol, who had been listening silently, opened her mouth calmly.
“Discontent? What sort of discontent are you referring to?”
“Because of your actions, rumors have spread that Sa Young Jeon intends to gradually absorb the Sae Oe sects one by one.”
Kang Yang Cheon’s argument was simply that Bu Eunseol’s actions had caused the Sae Oe sects to harbor resentment.
“And because such rumors are circulating, even our own sect’s influence is wavering.”
The White Horse Sect, which controls the territories of Gwan Oe and Nan Ju, is extremely sensitive to the movements of external forces.
In short, he was insisting that this situation arose because Bu Eunseol had taken in the Sae Oe sects without consultation.
‘Needless provocation.’
Yet no sect dares to touch the White Horse Sect, one of the Ten Demonic Gates.
In the end, Kang Yang Cheon was simply picking a baseless quarrel with Bu Eunseol.
“So.”
Bu Eunseol asked calmly.
“What would you like me, as the lord, to do?”
In the past, Kang Yang Cheon would have responded to Bu Eunseol’s ordinary demeanor and blunt tone with a sharp jab or a harsh rebuke.
But now Bu Eunseol had grown enough to calmly withstand the aura flowing from his body.
Moreover, by asking “what should I do?” she was subtly revealing that she stood as an equal to them.
In such an atmosphere, hastily pointing out her tone and attitude could invite a counterattack.
“Let me speak plainly.”
Kang Yang Cheon’s voice, forcibly suppressing his anger, was like scattering ice-forged blades in all directions.
“At this point, we must incorporate the Sae Oe sects that don’t stand against Sa Young Jeon into our organization.”
“Incorporate?”
“Well, you could call it a peace alliance if you prefer.”
Kang Yang Cheon added coldly.
“If we form a peace alliance with a major sect like the Potala Palace, such discontent won’t arise anymore.”
Bu Eunseol found it so absurd that she nearly burst out laughing.
The Demon Hall itself had failed to achieve the incorporation of the Sae Oe sects all this time, yet he was asking her to do it.
“Should the lord undertake such a task?”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Kang Yang Cheon let out a cold sneer.
“Shouldn’t a successor of the Demon Hall be able to predict what results will follow from their actions?”
“….”
“A successor bears not only power but also great responsibility. Since you enjoy the position of representing the next Demon Hall, you must naturally bear responsibility for whatever actions you take.”
‘A clever move.’
Bu Eunseol nodded faintly.
His words were not without merit.
Every action of Bu Eunseol, as the successor, represents the Demon Hall.
Especially, one must not recklessly form alliances or absorb other sects.
Silence flowed through the chamber as if in agreement with Kang Yang Cheon’s words.
“It is premature to attribute all such matters solely to the Muhonjung Lord.”
Then a peculiar, low voice broke the prolonged silence.
“I hear that thanks to the spirit herbs promised by Yunhai Biyeok Palace, not only has the Medicine King Hall resumed production of the Jam Ma Divine Pill, which had been suspended, but also the Brahma Healing Divine Pill can now be manufactured again.”
It was none other than the voice of Gong Ya Geuk, Lord of the Hell Blood Sect.
“In the end, the Muhonjung Lord has brought tremendous gains to our faction. Yet why should we view such a situation only through an unfavorable lens?”
Gong Ya Geuk had promised to lend his support to Bu Eunseol.
And believing her faction still possessed formidable strength, he was faithfully honoring that pledge.
“Lord Gong. Isn’t your shift in stance rather swift?”
Kang Yang Cheon suddenly uttered something unexpected.
“I think we ought to remove the silver mask and verify whose face lies beneath.”
It was a jab at how Gong Ya Geuk, who had always acted antagonistically toward Bu Eunseol, had suddenly switched sides.
“Hehehehe.”
Despite Kang Yang Cheon’s provocation, Gong Ya Geuk burst into laughter and responded with leisurely composure.
“Call it a wise reading of the times.”
“This is what you call reading the times?”
“In the long term, yes. There is nothing wrong with consolidating our forces under the Muhonjung Lord.”
“Well spoken indeed.”
Kang Yang Cheon spoke as if he had been waiting for those words, a sneer playing at his lips.
“Then we need only continue gathering forces through the Muhonjung Lord’s methods—with such an extraordinary ratio as one to ten, and the generous proposal of recognizing equal status.”
His voice dripped with mockery.
Kang Yang Cheon believed Bu Eunseol had secured Yunhai Biyeok Palace’s cooperation through extraordinarily favorable terms.
‘So they were allies all along.’
Bu Eunseol wore a cold smile.
Though Gong Ya Geuk appeared to support her, he had actually reinforced Kang Yang Cheon’s argument.
So that the notion of Bu Eunseol claiming one of the great Sae Oe sects as her domain would flow naturally.
“Very well.”
After deep consideration, I spoke in a low voice.
“As the Lord suggests, it would not be amiss to claim a powerful Sae Oe sect as my domain.”
I spoke with firm conviction.
“However, since I have already visited the Pawn Shop, I shall not go to Potala Palace.”
Kang Yang Cheon wore a sneer.
He clearly believed Bu Eunseol would choose a place where she could easily gain support among the Sae Oe sects.
“Among the great branch sects of considerable scale, if not Potala Palace, then perhaps Gwang Pung Sa would serve well.”
Kang Yang Cheon emphasized the word “great.”
For large Sae Oe branch sects would sooner take a confrontational stance against the Demon Palace than seek reconciliation.
To enter the Demon Palace’s sphere of influence, one must disclose substantial tribute and martial secrets.
Prosperous great sects had no need to involve themselves with an alliance like the Demon Palace.
“Buk Hae Bing Gung.”
I spoke with decisive resolve.
“I shall endeavor to establish a pact of peace between the Buk Hae Bing Gung and our sect.”
“What did you just say?”
In that instant, Kang Yang Cheon inadvertently raised his voice.
The Buk Hae Bing Gung, formed by the union of the Northern Sea clans, possessed not only tremendous scale and military strength, but was a place that had never once permitted the entry of other sects.
Moreover, because they practiced Ice Force, a martial art of the Demonic Path lineage, they merely bore the banner of a Demonic Path sect.
Yet they did not pursue hegemony and had publicly declared themselves to be righteous in their external relations.
And now Bu Eunseol was asserting that she would forge a pact of peace with a branch faction that was the most reclusive and aloof in Sae Oe, one that could not even be called a Demonic Path sect?

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