The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 426

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Chapter 426.
A horrific scene unfolded in the courtyard of the Sung Family Estate.
Though it was called the largest manor in Geun Dong, it was truthfully nothing more than a modest estate on the outskirts of the region.
Moreover, since the Sung Family Estate was situated quite close to the Constabulary, it maintained few guards.
As a result, the martial skills of these guards were rather mediocre.
In stark contrast, the Bandit Gang that assaulted the Sung Family Estate possessed exceptional martial prowess, and their numbers exceeded a hundred.
Yet Sung Moo Ung, the master of the Sung Family Estate, remained remarkably unperturbed.
In truth, he was a disciple of the Jindomun, an accomplished metallurgist and expert in mechanical formations.
When he originally constructed the manor, he had installed various mechanical devices and formation arrays to repel external threats.
“This cannot be.”
However, Sung Moo Ung’s composed expression swiftly transformed into shock.
Not a single mechanical formation had activated despite the Bandit Gang’s assault.
Upon investigation, all the mechanical devices and formation arrays installed throughout the manor lay destroyed.
And this destruction was the handiwork of Gyo Cheon Ak, who had entered the Sung Family Estate a year prior as a martial arts instructor.
“What in the heavens is the meaning of this!”
Sung Moo Ung, his Blood Sealing Point suppressed and his body collapsed in the courtyard, cried out in fury.
These bandits moved with the stealth of assassins, scaling the manor’s walls and slaughtering the guards and servants with brutal efficiency.
Those who survived had their Blood Sealing Points sealed and were forced to kneel like condemned criminals.
But what truly drove him to madness was that Gyo Cheon Ak, the martial arts instructor, was their leader.
“I have treated you with genuine sincerity all this time. Why would you commit such atrocities?”
“The master bears no fault.”
Gyo Cheon Ak surveyed the subdued servants before pointing toward Sung Su Ryeo, who glared at him with burning eyes.
“The fault lies with her.”
“Su Ryeo? What could Su Ryeo have possibly done?”
“For an entire year, she feigned interest in me, yet harbored no genuine affection whatsoever.”
Gyo Cheon Ak’s previously serene expression twisted grotesquely.
“I tried to live righteously, to become a new person! Yet she viewed me as nothing but a convenient martial arts instructor to exploit!”
Sung Moo Ung’s mouth fell open.
Until now, he had believed Gyo Cheon Ak to be a refined and exceptionally skilled martial arts master.
Now he realized the man was a lunatic incapable of distinguishing fantasy from reality.
“What good does it do to speak such words?”
Gyo Cheon Ak shook his head and raised his blood-stained blade, exhaling deeply.
“I shall swiftly behead everyone in this manor, and that charming daughter of yours I shall keep for amusement before discarding her to my subordinates.”
Sung Moo Ung’s complexion drained of color.
Ordinary bandit gangs typically plundered valuables and fled.
But Gyo Cheon Ak was a madman who derived infinite pleasure from slaughtering people with savage cruelty rather than mere theft.
“My words have been lengthy. Farewell.”
As Gyo Cheon Ak raised his blood-stained blade to finally sever Sung Moo Ung’s neck,
Thud, thud.
Suddenly, the sound of deliberate footsteps echoed through the silent courtyard of the manor.
Turning back, I saw a beggar with disheveled hair and a face covered in burn scars slowly approaching.
It was Mu Mu.
“You?”
Gyo Cheon Ak was greatly startled.
The Sung Family Estate was not only close to the Constabulary but also adjacent to the Village.
Because of this, he had attacked the Sung Family Estate with utmost secrecy, subdued them, and locked the Manor gates.
Yet this grotesque beggar had somehow slipped inside?
‘This wretch? Could he have been a Murim master concealing his identity?’
His insolent manner of speech and peculiar composure had always been irritating.
But he had detected no trace of inner energy circulation. He had even pressed the Blood Sealing Point multiple times to verify, yet found nothing.
Could he truly be a Murim master skilled enough to deliberately conceal his martial prowess?
Whoosh.
At that moment, one of his subordinates who had been hiding atop the Palace Hall began stealthily approaching Mu Mu from behind.
Gyo Cheon Ak, observing this, nodded and spoke.
“So you were a hidden master after all?”
Mu Mu spoke in a low voice.
“Surrender. The constables are already rushing toward the Sung Family Estate.”
Gyo Cheon Ak raised his eyebrows.
If those words were true, they would need to flee this place immediately.
“…!”
Mu Mu realized Gyo Cheon Ak’s gaze had fixed behind him and quickly spun around.
In that instant, the blade of the subordinate who had leaped from the Palace Hall grazed his neck and cut deeply across his forearm.
Splash!
As blood sprayed, Mu Mu’s body tumbled to the ground.
“Hahaha!”
Gyo Cheon Ak burst into laughter watching this.
Seeing Mu Mu’s sluggish and clumsy evasion, he had discerned that he was no Murim master at all—merely an ordinary person with keen eyes and nimble movements.
His subordinate, realizing this as well, attacked without hesitation, slashing repeatedly.
Slash!
Ultimately, Mu Mu, struck once on the arm and once on the leg, collapsed on the spot.
“This is a funny fellow.”
Gyo Cheon Ak looked down at the fallen Mu Mu, a smirk playing at his lips.
“You didn’t even report to the Constabulary—you came rushing here immediately. Is that why you were drenched in sweat?”
“Why do you think I came here alone?”
At Mu Mu’s calm words, Gyo Cheon Ak’s eyebrows shot up.
“Are you referring to that fat beggar who’s always been hanging around with you?”
“Perhaps.”
“Commander. We have another one here.”
Just then, one of the subordinates standing guard at the Manor brought over a chubby beggar.
It was Tung Bo.
“Mu Mu. I’m sorry. I was worried about you, so I followed you here, and then….”
‘Damn it.’
I cursed inwardly at Tung Bo’s foolishness.
He had rushed to the Manor despite possessing no real power. Part of it stemmed from the rage boiling inside me, but—
the real reason was to buy time before Tung Bo could report to the Constabulary and soldiers arrived at this place.
But the terrified Tung Bo had blurted out something he absolutely should not have said.
“Hahahaha.”
At that, the sharp-witted Gyo Cheon Ak burst into cruel laughter.
“I see. That fat fool never went to the Constabulary at all.”
Snorting derisively, he spoke coldly to his subordinates.
“You lot—prepare to gather the Manor’s treasures and depart quickly.”
As his men nodded and scattered, Gyo Cheon Ak gazed down at me with a smile.
This was the moment that filled him with the most exhilaration during his bandit activities.
He enjoyed slicing through terrified people far more than stealing their wealth.
“A beggar always so arrogant, aren’t you?”
He pressed his blade toward me, but my expression remained unmoved.
“Ah. So that’s how it is.”
Gyo Cheon Ak had slaughtered countless commoners throughout his life.
And occasionally, he had faced the resolute and fearless—those with backbone.
But even such fearless warriors had something they could not endure.
It was the suffering of those they held dear.
“I know your kind well.”
Flash!
As Gyo Cheon Ak’s blade gleamed through the air,
thud.
Tung Bo’s right ear fell to the ground, blood streaming freely.
“Ahhhhh!”
Tung Bo, staring at his severed ear, began to shriek in anguish.
“I’ll cut off this fat fool’s ears and fingers one by one until you weep and beg for mercy.”
At Gyo Cheon Ak’s words, I cried out.
“Just kill me.”
“You still don’t understand my meaning.”
Flash!
As the blade’s light embroidered the air once more, this time Tung Bo’s left ear fell to the ground.
“Ugh.”
The pain was enough to shatter consciousness itself.
Yet Tung Bo clenched his teeth and did not cry out again.
He understood well that the more he screamed, the more I would suffer.
“Beggars with such loyalty. How touching.”
Gyo Cheon Ak smirked and spoke toward his subordinates.
“Chain that bastard up, then douse his entire body with oil.”
At the command, the subordinates retrieved oil pouches used for starting fires and began pouring them over Tung Bo’s body.
Gyo Cheon Ak chuckled and spoke.
“Let’s see if this pig maintains that expression even when he becomes roasted meat.”
“Spare him, I beg you.”
Finally, Mu Mu dropped to his knees and bowed his head.
“Burn me instead in one swift moment, but please do not kill him.”
“Your tone is still insolent.”
“Please spare him. I implore you.”
“Your eyes and expression remain defiant, I see.”
“I will do anything. Please, I beg you to spare him.”
Thud, thud, thud!
As Mu Mu cried out while driving his head into the ground, Gyo Cheon Ak laughed with satisfaction.
“Now that is a pleasing sight.”
Whoosh.
And immediately, he ignited the fire torch.
He had never intended to spare Tung Bo from the beginning.
“Ugh…”
As I watched the flames of the fire torch roaring brilliantly, tears streamed from Mu Mu’s eyes.
“Please, I beg you.”
Mu Mu struck his head against the ground once more in desperate supplication.
“Do not kill him.”
“Raise your head.”
At Gyo Cheon Ak’s words, Mu Mu lifted his head, and
Whoosh!
he laughed and hurled the fire torch at Tung Bo.
Whistle…
In that instant, the fire torch spinning through the air appeared to move slowly before Mu Mu’s eyes.
Very slowly, bit by bit, it flew toward the bound Tung Bo’s body.
Whoosh…
The moment the fire torch made contact, flames erupted, and in an instant Tung Bo’s body transformed into a massive inferno.
―I am sorry.
In that moment, the tender voice of a mother echoed within Mu Mu’s mind.
Simultaneously, the entire world turned white, and the surrounding landscape began to shift.
Burned palace halls lay scattered in all directions, and before me stood the figure of a beautiful middle-aged woman.
―I am sorry.
Whoosh.
Yet the mother’s beautiful form soon began to burn like a candle flame.
―For leaving you with such sorrowful memories…
The mother, her sorrowful gaze fixed upon the child, suddenly released an intense radiance from every inch of her skin,
A piercing wail tore through the air.
In an instant, everything crumbled to ash and vanished.
As though it had never existed in this world.
―No!
The Child reached out with trembling hands, crying out as he stumbled forward.
But his entire body had gone rigid, preventing him from moving in that direction.
The scene shifted once more.
The Child found himself cradled in his father’s arms as he ran like the wind itself.
―Forget everything.
His father held him tightly against his chest.
―You must survive, no matter what.
At last, his father entered the secret passage within the Palace Hall and embraced the beloved child one final time.
Then, drawing upon a forbidden technique sealed within the Murim, he erased every memory dwelling in the child’s mind.
―Ugh.
But the moment he struck the Heavenly Spirit Gate, a silver radiance erupted from the child’s body.
It turned out that dormant within the child’s form lay the mysterious power of a Lama monk who had reached the Celestial Realm—a force of extraordinary magnitude.
The father had no choice but to pour forth his overwhelming martial force, forcibly suppressing the power of this technique.
―If you ever learn martial arts, this seal will eventually shatter. I pray you never walk the path of the Murim….
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Then a tremendous resonance echoed through his mind, and the entire world faded to black.
―So you were hiding within the snow.
As I opened my eyes, a warm voice reached my ears.
My darkened vision gradually brightened, and before me stood a kindly Gaunt Old Man with a gentle smile.
―From this moment forward, your name is Bu Eunseol.
Bu Eunseol—hidden in snow.
A name meaning concealed within the snow.
The grandfather had not merely observed the child freezing to death in the snow…
Rather, he had described how the child breathed in rhythm with him, hidden within the snow.
It was not pity for a child dying of cold.
It was the old man’s heart, brimming with affection for even that sight.
I loved that name with all my being.
Bu Eunseol.
Taking the grandfather’s surname, Bu Eunseol.
My name is… Bu Eunseol.
Boom!
At that moment, a tremendous shockwave erupted from Mu Mu’s body, accompanied by a thunderous roar that spiraled outward.
Boom!
The shockwave transformed into a colossal sword that pierced the very heavens.
Crack!
Simultaneously, a white chill poured forth from Mu Mu’s left hand, instantly extinguishing the raging flames that consumed Tung Bo’s body.
All the time that had elapsed until now unfolded in the mere blink of an eye after the Fiery Consumption Technique touched Tung Bo’s body.
It was a transformation that occurred in that infinitesimal moment.
Crack, crack, crack.
As all my memories returned, the formidable inner energies that had slumbered in my meridians and acupoints awakened.
Following the reactivated inner cultivation technique, they began to circulate through my meridian channels.
Whirrrrr!
Then, a brilliant silver radiance spread forth, and a new surge of power began to bloom in my dantian.
Because I had recovered fragments of my memories, the mysterious power that had lain dormant in Bu Eunseol’s meridians manifested itself.
Boom!
Though only partial, that power surged in like a tidal wave, merging with the true energy circulating through my meridian channels.
Crackle, crackle.
Simultaneously, the melted facial skin began to crack like hardened candy, rapidly reverting to pale, unblemished skin.
My body transformed from an ordinary form into one that had instantaneously reached the realm of Flesh Transformation and Golden Essence.
As muscles and nerves recalibrated to match this new state, another shedding of the mortal shell and renewal of the bones was occurring.
Flash!
The moment Bu Eunseol’s eyes opened, brilliant light erupted from his body, soaring all the way to the distant sky.
Spirit Apertures Opened.
As the mysterious power within merged with my inner cultivation energy, the Boundless Heart Technique finally broke through the sixth level.
Even masters of the Boundless Path would find it nearly impossible now to strike at my spiritual consciousness.
Tremble, tremble.
Gyo Cheon Ak, who had been watching this transformation, trembled like an aspen leaf.
Despite his exceptional martial prowess as someone of bandit origins, he had only recently reached the peak realm.
He, who had evaded the pursuit of Murim masters by attacking only common folk.
When had he ever witnessed a Murim master who had reached such a realm?
How could the fluctuation of true energy flowing through a human body surge all the way to the heavens?
Hummmmm.
Finally, Mu Mu—no, Bu Eunseol, restored to his original form, gazed upon Gyo Cheon Ak.
“I am….”
Gyo Cheon Ak wanted to say something.
But no sound escaped his lips.
Crack, crack, crack.
His body began to crumple like paper, and his bones started to twist.
It resembled the technique of Heavenly Destruction Extreme Wheel that Sim Wol had once used.
The difference was that instead of crushing a person in an instant.
It unfolded very slowly, allowing one to savor the terror and agony of death itself.
“Uuuugh….”
Whoooosh.
As all the bones and muscles throughout his body became contorted, Gyo Cheon Ak began to stagger like a figure made of paper.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Yet his face remained intact, vividly expressing the hellish torment he was experiencing.
Crack, crack, crack. Whoosh.
Gyo Cheon Ak’s grotesque body compressed into a small sphere and dropped to the ground.
Splatter!
In that same instant, a web-like vital energy radiated outward from Bu Eunseol’s entire body in all directions.
That energy, alive with spiritual force, reduced every bandit in the Sung Family Estate to bloodied corpses in a single breath.
Thud.
Having dispatched the bandit gang in mere moments, Bu Eunseol turned her gaze toward Sung Moo Ung and his household, their Blood Sealing Points suppressed.
Pop.
With merely a glance, their Blood Sealing Points released and their bodies felt light again.
Bu Eunseol looked at Sung Moo Ung’s garments and spoke.
“I’ll borrow some cloth.”
Whoosh! Whirrrr!
As she extended her right hand, the fabric of Sung Moo Ung’s sleeve unraveled into fine threads.
Flutter. Whirrrr!
The threads flew to the unconscious Tung Bo’s ears and began stitching his severed ears back together.
“It may hurt, but please bear with it for a moment.”
Tung Bo, having lost consciousness, could not even feel pain.
Yet Bu Eunseol reattached his ears with meticulous care.
Then, placing her hand on his vital point, she began pouring forth a tremendous reverse-polarity vital energy.
Hum. Huuuum.
The mighty and pure vital energy pierced through all his meridians, finally beginning to break through his Three Gates.
Flutter.
Tung Bo’s body began to levitate, and two white flowers bloomed from the crown of his head.
Three Gates Breakthrough.
When martial artists achieve this, they can display twice or more their usual power; when ordinary people achieve it, they can live a long and healthy life.
Bu Eunseol unhesitatingly expended her power not only to restore Tung Bo’s body but also to infuse him with tremendous vital energy.
“We’ll meet again soon.”
Bu Eunseol gazed at the sleeping Tung Bo and smiled softly.
Just as she was about to deploy her movement technique,
“Great Hero. Please accept my bow.”
Sung Moo Ung approached and performed a deep prostration.
His household members hurriedly bowed their heads as well.
“Had it not been for the Great Hero….”
As Sung Moo Ung began to express his gratitude in a clear voice,
“I merely repaid a debt.”
“A debt, you say?”
“Thanks to the Manor Lord’s daughter, I have eaten well and gone hungry for some time.”
Bu Eunseol, gazing at Sung Su Ryeo, wore a calm smile.
It was not the smile of Muk Hon Ryeong Ju, the successor to the Demon Palace.
It was gratitude toward her—the taciturn and peculiar beggar, Mu Mu, whom she had shown kindness to.
Sung Su Ryeo cried out without thinking.
“Mu Mu.”
Bu Eunseol nodded.
She was Bu Eunseol, yet she was also Mu Mu.
She had acknowledged that this brief life as a beggar was her own existence, and that the beggar too was a reflection of herself.
“Thank you for everything, Lady Su Ryeo.”
Bu Eunseol called the woman’s name tenderly for the first time, a smile gracing her lips.
It was not the smile of the Demonic Path’s ruthless successor, Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.
It was the smile of an Orthodox Sect Grand Master, nurtured by her grandfather Bu Chanyang.
“Please, without fail!”
As Bu Eunseol prepared to depart, Sung Su Ryeo desperately reached out her hand.
“Just once—please do visit!”
Bu Eunseol smiled and immediately unleashed her divine movement technique.
Whoosh!
Watching her soar into the sky in a single breath, Sung Su Ryeo’s tears streamed down her face.
The sorrow of being unable to follow her was overwhelming.
“Su Ryeo.”
Then Sung Moo Ung approached.
“That person is no ordinary martial artist.”
He gently patted his weeping daughter’s shoulder.
“Therefore… you must not stand in the way of her path. Do you understand?”
Sung Su Ryeo shook her head, tears streaming ceaselessly.
She swore that one day, she would surely meet her again.

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