The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 341

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Chapter 341.
A piercing crack echoed through the air.
As Bu Eunseol extended her left hand, a torrent of pristine, glacial energy cascaded forth, and the bodies of the charging warriors began to freeze solid in an instant.
Crack! A deafening roar of ice!
Suspended in mid-air, Bu Eunseol did not relent, pouring an unending stream of freezing energy upon them.
Through the Glacier Heavenly Stream Technique, I converted all of my anti-extreme true energy into the Glacier Heavenly Stream, unleashing waves of frigid power.
The force was nothing short of a colossal glacier descending from the heavens themselves.
―This cannot be!
The disciples of Buk Hae Bing Gung who witnessed this spectacle gasped in disbelief.
―How can an outsider unleash the Palace’s supreme glacial force?
The disciples had no inkling that Bu Eunseol had mastered the martial arts of Bing Ha Dae Je.
Rather, they mistakenly believed she was wielding the ultimate glacial power that only the Palace Lord who had absorbed the ten-thousand-year ice could manifest.
Crack! A thunderous roar of ice!
Yet the disciples soon realized something was terribly amiss.
The Glacier Heavenly Stream erupting from Bu Eunseol’s left hand was being unleashed with the power of six heavenly stems of inner force.
As dozens of enemies across the courtyard were frozen solid in a single breath, they understood this was no ordinary glacial force.
A tremendous crash resounded.
As Bu Eunseol instantly froze the armored warriors, they collapsed to the ground as blocks of ice.
Bing Ha Dae Je’s Glacier Heavenly Stream Technique.
When the ultimate extreme yin art—capable of freezing the very heavens—merged with Bu Eunseol’s terrifying inner power, it unleashed a force beyond imagination.
Thud. Thud.
As the armored soldiers fell in an instant, another wave of warriors wielding distinctive blades emerged in their wake.
But then,
A sharp resonance pierced the air.
Bu Eunseol sensed an eerie gaze from dozens of paces away.
Turning her head, she beheld a silhouette standing tall atop the distant palace hall’s roof.
The figure wore a peculiar reflective mask, and blazing eyes burned with an intense light.
That gaze was so vivid and bright that it remained clearly visible even from dozens of paces away.
‘A descendant of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars.’
Bu Eunseol sensed it instinctively.
This masked figure was the heir of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars who had orchestrated this entire calamity.
“Yu Woon Ryong! Hold them back!”
Bu Eunseol cried out loudly, then immediately unleashed her movement technique to ascend to the very peak of the palace hall where the masked assassin stood.
A sharp whistle.
The masked assassin standing on the roof immediately began to flee beyond the boundaries of Buk Hae Bing Gung.
Lightning crackled! Thunder roared!
Two streaks of lightning tore through the sky.
The masked assassin’s movement technique was akin to island lightning, yet far too monotonous.
With no intention of shaking off the pursuing Bu Eunseol, the figure simply dashed in a straight line toward the distant Snow Mountain.
A heavy footfall.
At last, as the Masked Assassin reached the cliff near the snow-covered mountain, he halted his movement technique and stood motionless.
“You follow well.”
The Masked Assassin had deliberately lured Bu Eunseol to this place, just as she had anticipated.
Likely, his gaze sent from atop the Palace Hall was also a means to draw her out.
Shing.
As Bu Eunseol calmly drew her silent blade, the Masked Assassin let out a low chuckle.
“Always so confident, aren’t you?”
The Masked Assassin’s voice was sinister, yet he did not appear to be of great age.
“But I know all your techniques.”
Shing.
The Masked Assassin likewise drew a large sword from his waist.
It was a peculiar blade with fine protrusions clinging to its surface like scales.
“Shall we begin?”
Whoooosh.
As the Masked Assassin infused his inner force into the blade, the sword began to glow a deep crimson.
Upon closer inspection, the protrusions attached to the blade were trembling ceaselessly.
With inner force flowing through them, these protrusions created violent friction like living scales, heating the blade intensely.
“It is called the Flame Spirit Blade.”
The Masked Assassin gazed down at the glowing crimson sword, his eyes narrowing.
“An ancient treasure blade far older than the Spirit Assassin Sword you possess.”
Bu Eunseol had no intention of listening to his prattle.
Flash!
She immediately unleashed Meteor Chasing Moon, and a sharp radiance pierced toward the Masked Assassin’s throat.
Clang!
The silent blade and Flame Spirit Blade collided.
In that instant, surprisingly, Bu Eunseol was pushed back a step.
‘This is…’
Bu Eunseol, unable to hide her surprise, raised her brows.
“You were always confident in your inner force, weren’t you?”
The Masked Assassin spoke with a low laugh.
“But the Flame Emperor’s Qi of our main house burns away all external force in an instant. No matter what it is, no matter how powerful.”
‘A descendant of the Flame Emperor, then.’
Four hundred years ago, the Flame Emperor wielded the Flame Emperor’s power that could melt iron itself, employing martial arts that incinerated everything.
And that power was capable of obliterating even torrents of inner force into nothingness.
‘Indeed, the martial arts of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars are unique. They follow a different path from the supreme martial techniques the current Murim has achieved.’
Despite hearing of that terrifying ability, a smile bloomed at the corners of Bu Eunseol’s lips.
The Flame Emperor’s Qi that burned away all external force and inner force alike in an instant. She found herself intrigued by facing this new and formidable power.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol immediately unleashed the frigid energy lingering in her palm strike with her left hand.
She had unfolded the Glacial Palm through the Glacial River Breaking Technique.
“Its power seems weaker than before?”
Yet the formidable frigid energy I had unleashed before Bing Jeong Gak was nowhere to be found.
Bu Eunseol had only spent four days mastering this technique.
Having exhausted my inner force severely to dispatch the martial artists who had forced their way into Bing Jeong Gak, the true power of the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol seemed unable to manifest fully.
Screech!
The Masked Assassin swept his Hwa Ryeong Blade and instantly obliterated the frigid palm force Bu Eunseol had unleashed.
“The martial arts of Buk Hae Bing Gung may be the pinnacle of the Main House’s techniques… but you’re pathetically inadequate.
Yet Bu Eunseol, having anticipated the Masked Assassin’s counterattack, closed the distance in a single breath.
Flash!
Having narrowed the gap, Bu Eunseol deployed the Mu Sang Cheon Ryu.
Simultaneously, sharp vital energies spread like a spider’s web from behind his back.
He had instantly unfolded the Yeo Ui Jin Gyeol.
Screech!
But something astonishing occurred.
The Flame Emperor’s vital energy pouring from the Masked Assassin’s Hwa Ryeong Blade instantly obliterated even the Yeo Ui Jin Gyeol, which severed all things.
Crack!
Bu Eunseol, unflustered, unfolded the Gyo Eo Gwon with his left hand.
He intended to deploy the Sip Sam Ya Ki to pierce through the Flame Emperor’s vital energy and lacerate the Masked Assassin’s body.
“So this is your method.”
As the Masked Assassin wildly wielded his Hwa Ryeong Blade, the vital energy of the Sip Sam Ya Ki likewise vanished like mist in an instant.
Still.
When Bu Eunseol ceased his movements, the Masked Assassin narrowed his eyes.
“I know you possess considerable inner force, and that you wield diverse martial techniques based on that power.”
It was astonishing.
This Masked Assassin knew of the Yeo Ui Jin Gyeol and Sip Sam Ya Ki—the two supreme techniques Bu Eunseol could be said to possess.
“Show me more of your tricks! After all, the Main House’s Flame Emperor vital force burns through everything!”
Roar!
As he swept the Hwa Ryeong Blade, dozens of pillars of flame cascaded toward Bu Eunseol’s body.
It was a force of Heaven-Breaking that could not be extinguished by swordsmanship, the Yeo Ui Jin Gyeol, or the Sip Sam Ya Ki.
‘Remarkable.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed as I watched the Hwa Ryeong Blade pour down as if to incinerate my own body.
The martial arts of the Flame Emperor.
That formidable Flame Emperor vital force not only consumed inner force and vital energy, but also the power of Jeong Sa Yang Do’s supreme techniques.
And it even instantly obliterated the counterattacks the enemy unleashed.
‘So he hasn’t merely observed my duel with Cheon Geom.’
The Masked Assassin before me had even anticipated my martial techniques and methods in advance.
It was clear he had meticulously analyzed not only my duel with Cheon Geom, but also all traces of martial knowledge and techniques I had left behind.
‘I must exploit that fact.’
Upon realizing that my opponent had studied my martial techniques, several methods to counter the Masked Assassin occurred to me.
And I resolved to employ the fastest among them.
Clang.
The moment Bu Eunseol suddenly sheathed her blade, the Masked Assassin laughed coldly.
“Are you giving up?”
“I have one question.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“Do you have the Silver Coin of Gratitude?”
“Are you looking for Shin San Ja?”
The Masked Assassin chuckled mockingly.
“Finding a single silver coin won’t change anything. There’s only one story I can tell you anyway.”
At the unexpected response, Bu Eunseol’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
“It seems you know what I’m searching for.”
“Hmph, no need to rack your brain. After today, you’ll be nothing but a cold corpse.”
“Your mouth runs long.”
Bu Eunseol gestured dismissively as she spoke.
“Come then. Let’s end this now.”
“Arrogant fool.”
The Masked Assassin let out a frigid snort and drew upon his inner power.
“I’ll erase even the trace of your existence from this world.”
Whoosh!
Sallow flames erupted across the Masked Assassin’s entire body.
They burned far more intensely than ordinary fire, their hue a sickly yellow. It seemed the color of the flames shifted according to the depth of one’s inner power.
“Curious. Why don’t those flames burn your clothes?”
As Bu Eunseol asked with ease, the Masked Assassin snorted.
“Die.”
Crash!
That single instant of sword technique carried within it a formidable Flame Emperor’s force capable of annihilating any counterattack.
No matter how extraordinary Bu Eunseol’s martial arts, no matter what power she unleashed, she could never block it or mount a counteroffensive.
So the Masked Assassin believed.
Clang.
Yet in Bu Eunseol’s right hand appeared a short dagger.
The moment she drew the blade—black as darkness itself—tremendous points of light suddenly erupted between her and the Masked Assassin.
The secret sword technique of Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang.
The first form of the Blood Dew Seven Strikes. The technique of Life Seizing and Spirit Binding had been unleashed.
“Impossible!”
Yet something astonishing occurred.
The Masked Assassin had completely grasped even the Blood Dew Seven Strikes. Before the points of light could even fully bloom, he fearlessly pierced toward Bu Eunseol’s body like lightning—without hesitation.
It was the ultimate counter-technique to the Blood Dew Seven Strikes.
Whoosh!
Just as the sharp edge of the Masked Assassin’s flame blade was about to gently pierce through Bu Eunseol’s chest,
Click!
Pale smoke rose from Bu Eunseol’s chest.
Though her body had touched the Hwa Ryeong Blade that annihilates all things, only her garments had dissolved.
Yet there she stood, completely unharmed.
The Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol.
It did not merely unleash formidable frigid true energy, but also hardened one’s own body like ten-thousand-year ice, allowing it to defend against an enemy’s attacks.
Tock.
A single point of light that burst forth from Bu Eunseol’s fingertips passed through the Masked Assassin’s neck.
Thwack.
The Masked Assassin’s grip loosened, and the Hwa Ryeong Blade fell helplessly from his hand.
“How do you… possess the martial arts of Bing Ha Dae Je….”
Splash!
In that instant, blood erupted from the Masked Assassin’s neck, and his head separated from his body.
The Blood Flowing Seven Forms of Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang.
This swordsmanship was truly the art of demons. Once unleashed, no one could escape death.
“It is as though I wield death itself as a blade.”
This was the honest feeling I experienced each time I deployed the Blood Flowing Seven Forms.
This technique was not merely swordsmanship—it was as though I forged death itself into a blade, slew my enemy, and then sealed that death back within my own body.
“My arrogance in believing I had grasped all of his martial techniques was my fatal mistake.”
Bu Eunseol murmured as she approached the fallen Masked Assassin.
She had already discerned that he had thoroughly investigated the traces of every martial art she had displayed thus far.
If so, he would have studied only the methods to counter the life-death reversal of the Blood Flowing Seven Forms.
But he could never have known that she had learned the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol from Buk Hae Bing Gung.
Bu Eunseol had exploited this by deploying the Great Essence Ice Form within the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol, blocking the Hwa Ryeong Blade’s assault, and using the Blood Flowing Seven Forms without hesitation.
Had this man been even slightly more cautious in facing her, had he not let his guard slip…
He could never have suffered such a complete defeat in so brief a time.
‘Fortunate that I only unleashed frigid true energy through the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol before Geomgak.’
Bu Eunseol drew a deep breath and approached the corpse of the Masked Assassin.
Swish.
The face of a young man, not much different in age from Bu Eunseol, was revealed.
“Young. And formidable.”
I could not help but acknowledge it.
The descendants of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars were as strong as I.
Which meant those above them in the hierarchy were far more formidable.
“I will not leave clues again.”
Whoooosh!
As Bu Eunseol extended her left hand, a torrent of intense cold poured forth.
The human body is composed largely of moisture.
Thus, when flesh freezes rapidly, the internal fluids expand, damaging skin and organs.
It was similar in principle to how a plump fruit becomes mushy when frozen and then thawed.
But to the eyes of Murim practitioners, it would leave only grotesque traces…
If I continue to use the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol in the future, I will be able to leave no trace of martial arts whatsoever.
Whoosh.
At that moment, a gray shadow descended from the sky to the ground. It was Yu Woon Ryong.
“It’s done.”
“The Palace Lord and So Ok Rim?”
“They’ve both entered and are organizing things. Her martial prowess is truly remarkable.”
Yu Woon Ryong shook his head as if weary.
“If it weren’t for her, I could never have protected the So family heads.”
Bu Eunseol nodded in agreement.
So Ok Rim’s martial arts were nothing short of the reincarnation of Seong Hwang from four hundred years ago. Among the younger generation, there was no one capable of withstanding a single strike from her.
“If someone were to ask me to name the next greatest master of the younger generation, in the past I would have chosen the Geomgak Successor.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head with a peculiar expression.
“But now I would choose So Ok Rim. Her martial prowess not only surpasses the Geomgak Successor, but is worthy of aspiring to become the greatest master of the Orthodox Sects.”
“I agree.”
Yu Woon Ryong also shrugged his shoulders.
Then he gazed upon the fallen Masked Assassin.
“Was this one a descendant of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars?”
“Yes.”
Yu Woon Ryong looked at the Masked Assassin’s young face and shook his head.
“This one is not the Leader.”
“That’s right.”
“Hmm.”
As a biting wind swept past, Yu Woon Ryong took a deep breath.
Just as So Ok Rim had said, the Eight Emperors and Three Stars were quietly taking root, and had planted spies within each sect.
That meant countless trials would pour down upon the Sayoung Battle Division and Bu Eunseol in the days to come.
“Well, one can’t be satisfied on the first try.”
Yu Woon Ryong turned around with a bright smile.
“What we’ve resolved this time is enough to humble those old men’s pride.”
And gazing toward Buk Hae Bing Gung, he spoke with vigor.
“Let’s return. We have much to organize now!”
If one wishes to be a source of strength to another, it is good to wear a bright expression. And to simply remain by their side.
Yu Woon Ryong made an inner vow.
That no matter what trials came, he would remain at Bu Eunseol’s side and aid her.
* * *
Buk Hae Bing Gung, having purged the traitors and driven out the external forces, began slowly to set its internal affairs in order.
The Dong Family’s forces had already been completely subdued, and Dong Yu Gak had taken his own life.
Yet his sins were far too grave to be borne by him alone.
In the end, Buk Hae Bing Gung dissolved the Dong Family and expelled them from the Northern Sea. The Dong Family’s forces and assets were entirely divided and absorbed by the Five Families.
Bu Eunseol used the Ja So Dan and Ban Geuk Jin Gi that she always carried with her to treat Bing Han Poong’s illness brought on by qi deviation, and Han Ja Wook’s frozen blood vessels.
The Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol is the core heart technique that serves as the foundation of Buk Hae Bing Gung.
Since Bu Eunseol had mastered it, she could perfectly comprehend the true qi circulation of both individuals and treat them cleanly.
At the Great Training Arena of Buk Hae Bing Gung.
There stood Bing Han Poong upon the platform.
With his martial power fully restored, his aura was potent enough to freeze heaven and earth.
And beneath him were tens of thousands of disciples from Buk Hae Bing Gung.
It was to express gratitude to Bu Eunseol as she departed, and to conduct a ceremony formalizing the peace accord between Buk Hae Bing Gung and Demon Hall.
“I’m grateful.”
Before the peace ceremony, Bing Han Poong approached Bu Eunseol and clasped both her hands.
What Bing Han Poong had granted was merely a simple peace accord.
Yet Bu Eunseol had not only saved the crumbling Buk Hae Bing Gung from crisis, but had also preserved the lives of the next successors.
Moreover, she had generously expended her Anti-Extreme True Qi to restore both Bing Han Poong’s illness and Han Ja Wook’s injuries.
“How can I ever repay such a debt?”
“You generously transmitted the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol to me, Palace Lord.”
“That was….”
Bing Han Poong spoke in a bitter whisper.
“To be honest, that was born of personal desire.”
“Personal desire?”
“In the past, I faced a master of the Demonic Path from Zhong Yuan and was defeated. That was because I had not mastered the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol.”
Bing Han Poong’s gaze grew infinitely profound, as if tracing the past.
“And he left behind a cryptic prophecy—that only by finding a disciple to master the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol could Buk Hae Bing Gung survive the coming calamity.”
“A calamity…you say?”
“Indeed. Even I thought his words were absurd at the time, yet witnessing his mysterious martial prowess and conduct, I could not dismiss them lightly.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes deepened with the same intensity as Bing Han Poong’s.
“Who was this person?”
“Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang. He was the Deputy Lord of Demon Hall, your organization.”
“Chil Ji Ma Do.”
Bu Eunseol could not hide her astonishment.
Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang.
Had he sought out and tested himself against masters not only in Zhong Yuan but throughout the Sae Oe regions?
“Why has such a fact not been revealed to the Murim?”
“He came to my palace alone. And departed quietly thereafter—so none but myself knew of this matter.”
“What does this calamity signify?”
“I too have pondered this for many years, yet could not discern its meaning. Only his words remained branded upon my mind like a seal…so I ceaselessly sought a disciple to master the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol.”
‘So that is why he asked me to look after Buk Hae Bing Gung.’
Only now did Bu Eunseol understand why Bing Han Poong had spoken those words when he taught her the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol.
“But now that I reflect upon it, I wonder if the calamity might refer to the rebellion sparked by my palace’s traitor.”
Had Bu Eunseol not appeared, Buk Hae Bing Gung would have been drenched in blood by the Dong Family’s betrayal and the descendants of the Blood Emperor.
“You are the benefactor who prevented my palace’s blood calamity.”
‘Is that truly what the calamity meant?’
Yet doubt lingered in Bu Eunseol’s mind.
I couldn’t imagine that such a towering figure as Chil Ji Ma Do would have described a mere rebellion as a catastrophic calamity.
“I merely… repaid a debt I owed to the Palace Lord.”
As Bu Eunseol dispelled her lingering thoughts and offered a smile, Bing Han Poong shook his head.
“How can you equate teaching a single martial technique with saving this palace from ruin?”
“It is the same.”
Bu Eunseol smiled serenely.
“I simply repaid my debt, nothing more.”
Bing Han Poong gazed at Bu Eunseol for a moment, then suddenly bowed his head.
He clasped his hands together respectfully.
“Grand Master of the Demonic Path, Bu Eunseol. So long as you exist, this palace shall always stand beside you.”
Then, raising his voice with solemn gravity, he proclaimed:
“And I, as Palace Lord, shall be your steadfast companion in all circumstances, sharing your sorrows and hardships!”
Thump.
Bu Eunseol likewise bowed respectfully in return.
“I shall never betray the Palace Lord’s kindness.”
―Roooaaarrr!
The disciples below the platform erupted in thunderous cheers.
Bu Eunseol, successor to Demon Hall.
She had reunited Buk Hae Bing Gung, fractured by external forces, into a cohesive whole.
Not only had she healed the Palace Lord and Han Ja Wook of their afflictions, but she had risked her life to protect the young lords who would lead the palace forward.
She had become the benefactor of Buk Hae Bing Gung, and an eternal friend.

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