The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 450

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Chapter 450.
A brilliant flash!
In that instant, silver radiance flooded the entire world.
It was the full deployment of a palm technique he had spent years perfecting in solitude.
Silver Flame Palm.
It was the pinnacle of the Annihilation Art—a technique that transformed everything it touched into silver flames.
Moreover, he had channeled his life force through the Primordial True Qi accumulated over two centuries…
Its destructive power was enough to shatter even the greatest mountains.
A deafening roar!
A tempestuous wind that seemed to devour the world itself swept forth, sending dust and debris spiraling in all directions.
Yet nowhere could Wi Ji Hye Sang be seen.
“Did I succeed?”
Myo Cheon Woo drew a deep breath.
The toll of channeling the Primordial True Qi had aged his face by a decade, and his temples had turned white as snow.
Yet a satisfied smile played across his lips.
He had eliminated the successor of the Hwawoo Sword Sect itself.
“Now I must finish what I started.”
Myo Cheon Woo drew a short blade from his robes. His internal energy was depleted, so he could not sever the vital meridians himself.
Having been spared his life, he owed a debt that must be repaid.
From the beginning, he had intended to end his life alongside the mastermind who had manipulated Sal Gwi.
“Impressive—you had a contingency plan after all?”
But then a low voice echoed from behind Myo Cheon Woo.
It was Wi Ji Hye Sang’s voice.
“How is this possible?”
Myo Cheon Woo asked in a trembling voice as Wi Ji Hye Sang smiled faintly and surveyed his surroundings.
“As you can see.”
Only then did Myo Cheon Woo look around.
He realized that Wi Ji Hye Sang had not evaded at all—rather, he himself had unleashed the Silver Flame Palm upon empty air.
“Was what I saw an illusion?”
“Perhaps.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang shrugged as he spoke.
“In any case, never let your guard down when delivering the final blow to an enemy. That is a truth passed down through the ages in Murim.”
Thud.
Myo Cheon Woo’s hands and head dropped.
It was complete defeat.
Wi Ji Hye Sang possessed martial prowess and wisdom beyond his comprehension.
“I truly cannot fathom this.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang furrowed his brow, sensing something amiss.
“You are a figure of considerable renown who has accomplished much at his side. Why would you commit such a blunder?”
Myo Cheon Woo was a prodigy worthy of selection among the Ten Demon Immortals, a strategist who had executed countless operations under Bu Eunseol, a master tactician.
He couldn’t possibly be unaware that no method could overcome me.
He must know full well that no matter what approach he took, he could find no evidence connecting to me.
Then why? What possessed him to commit such a foolish, pathetic act?
“I cannot find it, but….”
A brilliant gleam flashed across Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes as he exhaled sharply through his nose.
“Bu Eunseol—that woman will surely uncover it.”
Myo Cheon Woo understood perfectly.
Given the current circumstances, with his own abilities alone.
Even if he mobilized all the power of Sayoung Hall, even if he found Sal Gwi himself… he could produce no evidence whatsoever.
But what if he staked his life and sought out the Hwawoo Sword Sect?
To satisfy her curiosity, someone connected to Sal Gwi would inevitably appear before her.
And whether he perished alongside that person or lost his life in the confrontation, if an incident occurred…
Bu Eunseol would certainly grow suspicious.
And one day, she would uncover every shred of evidence—of this he was absolutely certain.
“You did all this merely to arouse suspicion in the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju?”
“There is no evidence.”
Myo Cheon Woo laughed weakly.
“I had no choice with my abilities….”
“How absurd.”
“There is nothing more to say. Kill me.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke with a hollow expression.
“I never intended to survive anyway.”
Boom!
Then, a deafening explosion that shook the very earth itself echoed across the sky.
Thunder that seemed to tear the heavens asunder. The sound grew steadily closer, reverberating in succession.
Boom! Crash!
The thunder drew so near that it roared directly overhead, and a faint silhouette could be seen descending from the sky.
Wi Ji Hye Sang observed the figure, then turned to regard Myo Cheon Woo and nodded.
“Unfortunately, it seems your wish to atone through death will not be granted.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes widened in shock.
The worst possible outcome he had imagined flashed through his mind.
‘Bu Eunseol?’
Boom.
At that very moment, a gray-shrouded figure descended from the heavens to the ground.
Her entire body was wrapped in the rippling waves of true energy, while her eyes blazed with crimson blood-light like smoldering coals.
It was Bu Eunseol herself.
“Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
Upon seeing Bu Eunseol, Wi Ji Hye Sang broke into a wide smile and clapped his hands together in mock applause.
“Indeed, the protagonist always makes her entrance at precisely the right moment.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang showed little surprise at Bu Eunseol’s arrival.
He greeted me as though he had been waiting, his warmth far too convenient.
“It seems we meet again because my subordinate has been causing trouble.”
Myo Cheon Woo had come to the Hwawoo Sword Sect based on intuition and circumstantial evidence rather than concrete proof.
And such an action was no different from making my position even more precarious.
Wi Ji Hye Sang was reminding me of this point once more.
“What am I to do? Considering my relationship with the Ryeong Ju….”
Thud.
Before Wi Ji Hye Sang could finish speaking, I pulled a blood-stained mask from my sleeve.
It was a mask that the Killing Ghosts had once used on Hell Island.
I had moved faster than Myo Cheon Woo’s expectations.
I had investigated every aspect of the situation thus far, and finally uncovered even the Killing Ghost who had given Myo Cheon Woo his orders.
Yet Wi Ji Hye Sang’s expression remained unchanged.
He was confident.
That even though I had captured the Killing Ghost, I had found no evidence linking him to myself.
“What is that?” Wi Ji Hye Sang asked, feigning ignorance.
I spoke calmly in response.
“A man who once served as a Killing Ghost on Hell Island, and reportedly one of the Sword Masters of the Hwawoo Sword Sect.”
“Did he confess? That’s unlikely.”
There was certainty in Wi Ji Hye Sang’s eyes and expression.
That the Killing Ghost had not confessed.
“You’re right. He didn’t confess.”
I spoke without emotion.
“The Killing Ghosts sent to Hell Island at that time—even our sect didn’t know their identities. So I went and verified each one personally.”
Looking down at the blood-stained mask, I allowed a cold smile to cross my lips.
“Now I only need to confirm whether the Killing Ghost sent by the Hwawoo Sword Sect is still alive.”
A brief silence fell.
I had not obtained evidence directly linking Wi Ji Hye Sang.
But I had ultimately revealed that the one who moved Myo Cheon Woo was a member of the Hwawoo Sword Sect.
“It seems what Lord Myo said was true? He said that he had been recruited by someone from your sect and committed treason.”
“What more is there to say?”
“Surely you’re not treating me as a criminal over something like this?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang smiled sweetly, like one savoring candy.
“Not only our sect, but many masters of the Ten Demonic Gates maintain informants to monitor the movements of the Demon Hall.”
And he continued speaking calmly.
“Well, I’m not sure why a Sword Master would be curious about the Ryeong Ju’s movements… but that could also be considered a crime, so please go ahead and punish him.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang’s expression remained unchanged.
He was drawing a line, calling it the independent action of the Killing Ghost.
“Or would you prefer to go to our sect now and investigate whether there are others involved in this treason? Or would you rather execute Lord Myo first for committing treason?”
“….”
“….”
“Ah? Since the subordinate you brought along makes it difficult to act directly, shall I do it for you instead?”
When Bu Eunseol offered no response, Wi Ji Hye Sang shrugged his shoulders with a disappointed expression.
“Surely you’re not thinking of forgiving him?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang.
This enigmatic figure—one whose emotions remained utterly inscrutable—seemed to regard even matters of life and death as mere entertainment.
“Why did you do it?”
A volcanic fury blazed within Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
There was no evidence.
Yet Bu Eunseol felt it with absolute clarity—Wi Ji Hye Sang stood behind all of this.
And I was genuinely enraged.
“Well, I’d need to investigate why the person in question acted that way. But perhaps…”
Wi Ji Hye Sang met Bu Eunseol’s furious gaze directly and spoke with measured calm.
“It was because you wanted to become stronger, wasn’t it?”
He spoke with sincere conviction, his eyes grave and earnest.
“Someone of your caliber needs appropriate trials. Only then will you grow stronger.”
“Why would you want me to become stronger?”
“Because I hope Muk Hon Ryeong Ju will protect Murim.”
Even as Bu Eunseol’s expression turned glacial, Wi Ji Hye Sang winked playfully with one eye.
“As you know, there are many in Murim who commit evil deeds while concealing their identities, aren’t there?”
“….”
“The position of successor to the Demon Hall is perfectly suited to handling such matters. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Bu Eunseol stared directly at Wi Ji Hye Sang.
On the surface, it sounded as though Sal Gwi of the Hwawoo Sword Sect had discovered information about Sam Gye and helped Bu Eunseol to oppose them.
But someone holding the position of Sword Inspector in the Hwawoo Sword Sect could not possibly know such things.
Clearly, the mastermind behind it all was Wi Ji Hye Sang, the leadership of the Hwawoo Sword Sect.
Yet even if Wi Ji Hye Sang was the orchestrator, the question remained: why?
Purely to defeat Sam Gye?
Or because he stood in opposition to the Infinite Realm? Did he hope for them to clash endlessly, stirring up chaos?
The answer remained unknowable.
Wi Ji Hye Sang was a man who never revealed his true intentions.
So Bu Eunseol moved to action in pursuit of the answer.
Thud, thud.
Bu Eunseol walked straight toward Wi Ji Hye Sang.
With each step, an overwhelming killing intent poured forth like a torrent.
I was moving with all my strength, genuinely intent on cutting him down.
“No! You can’t!”
On his knees, Myo Cheon Woo crawled forward with all his might, crying out before Bu Eunseol.
“You mustn’t fight him.”
Though his meridians were severed and he could barely move his body, he threw himself in front of Bu Eunseol with every ounce of strength.
“You must endure this now.”
There is no evidence that Wi Ji Hye Sang is a figure from Sam Gye.
Though he manipulated Sal Gwi, it was Myo Cheon Woo’s actions as a traitor that exposed my whereabouts.
In other words, I have no justification whatsoever to strike at Wi Ji Hye Sang.
If I were to fight him recklessly?
Regardless of victory or defeat, I would find it difficult to maintain my position as the successor to the Demon Hall.
To touch the successor of the First Gate of the Demonic Path would mean collapsing the greatest pillar supporting the Demon Hall.
Did not Chong Gyo Ryeong, the Supreme Leader, also disapprove of me interfering further with the Ten Demonic Gates?
In such circumstances, I absolutely cannot clash with the Ten Demonic Gates without justification.
“All of this is my fault!”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke with an earnest expression.
“He is right. I should have blamed myself, not others!”
Myo Cheon Woo struck his head against the ground as he spoke loudly.
“I have revealed all of your movements to him until now. And….”
A deep rumble echoed.
In that instant, a crimson light blazed in my eyes.
And at the same time,
Snap snap snap!
I moved my fingers, unleashing winds of frost.
As if playing a stringed instrument in great fury, I moved all ten fingers, ceaselessly unleashing torrents of frost wind upon Myo Cheon Woo.
Crackle, whistle.
In a brief moment, Myo Cheon Woo’s body repeatedly froze and thawed.
“Hack!”
Having endured over a hundred strikes of frost wind in a single breath, Myo Cheon Woo collapsed, spewing forth a mass of black blood.
Sizzle.
From the black blood rose a pungent stench accompanied by pale smoke.
It was precisely the energy that Wi Ji Hye Sang had boasted he could never expel.
The Glacier Heavenly Stream Technique and the Infernal Great Righteous True Qi.
I had once again utilized the two supreme techniques of extreme yin and extreme yang to instantly annihilate the sword energy that had seeped into his meridians.
―From now on, do not use those extreme yin and extreme yang energies.
I could hear Ak Moo Ryung’s admonition echoing once more.
The extreme yin and extreme yang energies flowing through my body were like bombs that could detonate at any moment.
Yet without hesitation, I had wielded that power to save Myo Cheon Woo.
“Remarkable martial arts. It seems you infused contradictory energies simultaneously. Have you learned yet another new technique?”
At Wi Ji Hye Sang’s words, a keen killing intent shimmered like heat waves in my eyes.
Myo Cheon Woo had staked his life on this desperate gambit, and I had grasped the entire situation.
Now only two choices remained.
Should I seek evidence later and eradicate everything? Or should I face Wi Ji Hye Sang in combat here?
When Wi Ji Hye Sang maintained his playful demeanor throughout, I chose the latter.
But when Myo Cheon Woo desperately tried to stop me, I changed my mind once more.
“Well, since I’ve made up my mind, wouldn’t it be better to see it through to the end?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang clicked his tongue with a regretful expression and spoke.
“If you wish for a confrontation, that’s fine too. Shall we begin a personal duel immediately? Or would you prefer a full-scale war using the forces that support you?”
Intense desire blazed from Wi Ji Hye Sang’s eyes.
“Either way is acceptable. Go ahead and try.”
He was prepared to accept a duel with Bu Eunseol.
He was equally willing to engage in an all-out war between the Hwawoo Sword Sect and the Nangya Sect.
For someone as cautious as Wi Ji Hye Sang to speak such words meant he possessed absolute confidence in victory.
“Ugh…”
At that moment, whether intentionally or not, Myo Cheon Woo let out a loud groan as if in pain.
Bu Eunseol stared coldly at Wi Ji Hye Sang and spoke.
“We’ll do this another time.”
Though the sword energy had been completely extracted, Myo Cheon Woo’s condition was critically severe.
His meridians were completely severed, and he had suffered devastating internal injuries.
If time passed in this state, even if his life were saved, he would become a cripple.
“Don’t worry. There is a way to treat him.”
Bu Eunseol supported Myo Cheon Woo as she spoke.
“You’ve already experienced severed meridians before. It will take time, but he can recover completely.”
Seo Jin Ha had his severed meridians sutured by the Medicine King Hall Master while his dantian was destroyed.
Through training at the Yun Hae Byeok Ryeong Gung and the Nangya Sect, he had fully restored his body.
Though Myo Cheon Woo’s condition could not be said to be better than that, he could certainly be treated completely.
“What? You really won’t fight?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang pouted his lips with a disappointed expression.
“Isn’t it rather amusing? For such a grand entrance, the conclusion is far too disappointing.”
“Don’t worry. It has already begun.”
“Already begun?”
Just as he blinked, wondering what this meant,
A sharp sound pierced the air.
A sound of tearing space came from the direction of the Hwawoo Sword Sect, and a martial artist in black robes appeared and prostrated before Wi Ji Hye Sang.
“A grave situation has occurred!”
“What is it?”
“All branches of Kwae Hwal Rim have been simultaneously closed.”
Kwae Hwal Rim was a magnificent gambling establishment built grandly in each major city.
Kwae Hwal Rim was equipped with every type of gambling that humans could experience. It also had luxurious accommodations and pleasure houses installed together.
If one had money, one could stay there and lose oneself in alcohol, pleasure, and gambling, forgetting the passage of time.
And Kwae Hwal Rim was an intelligence organization managed by the Hwawoo Sword Sect and a financial lifeline that generated enormous revenue.
More than Wi Ji Moo Ah, the Chief Instructor Wi Hyuk Gyun who oversaw all operations of the Hwawoo Sword Sect,
The reason Wi Ji Hye Sang’s influence was so strong and powerful was because he managed Kwae Hwal Rim.
Yet all those establishments had been simultaneously closed?
A crack.
The smile that had been playing on Wi Ji Hye Sang’s face until now seemed to fracture.
And now, for the first time, a murderous glint flickered across his face.
It was as though the true visage hidden beneath a mask was finally being revealed.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I’m saying that figures from the Demon Hall and the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju descended upon Kwae Hwal Rim all at once….”
“I wasn’t asking you.”
Wi Ji Hye Sang’s eyes narrowed dangerously at Bu Eunseol, veins pulsing visibly across his brow.
“By what authority did you shut down Kwae Hwal Rim? Simply because the lord of Sayeong Hall was recruited by Sal Gwi and became a traitor? For such a trivial crime?”
“The funds flowing from Kwae Hwal Rim weren’t limited to the Hwawoo Sword Sect—they were being distributed to the Evil Sects, the Dark Path, the Gwan Bu, and even the Murim Alliance.”
Bu Eunseol smiled coldly.
“The Hwawoo Sword Sect, which stands as a pillar of the Demonic Path’s martial world, engaging in such treacherous conduct by funneling funds to the Murim Alliance. It’s utterly inexplicable.”
“Do you have proof?”
Wi Ji Hye Sang let out a scornful laugh.
He was a man who pursued perfection and never left evidence behind. He was confident that even Bu Eunseol could never uncover it.
“I do.”
Bu Eunseol glanced briefly at Myo Cheon Woo before speaking.
“More than enough grounds to turn Kwae Hwal Rim inside out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Chil Seon Tea House Network.”
The Chil Seon Tea House Network was established by Man Ki Ryung, a wealthy merchant of Jenam, and had become famous for its affordable prices and exquisite tea.
There was invariably at least one branch in every major city and market district.
“You were confident it could never be suspected. Moreover, there were other establishments operating under different names besides the Chil Seon Tea House Network.”
“….”
“After all, Myo Cheon Woo has the habit of enjoying a cup of tea whenever he ventures into the cities.”
In that instant, Wi Ji Hye Sang’s complexion shifted.
He realized that Bu Eunseol was right—Myo Cheon Woo habitually drank tea whenever he went to the cities.
Through the Chil Seon Tea House Network, he maintained his communication channels.
Though it bore Man Ki Ryung’s name, Wi Ji Hye Sang was actually operating it in secret.
Moreover, since it also served as an intelligence-gathering operation, security was meticulous and information never leaked.
It was the perfect place for clandestine meetings.
Yet Myo Cheon Woo had always harbored doubts.
Even if he loved tea, even if the location seemed safe from suspicion.
It would be impossible to control every tea house scattered throughout Zhong Yuan.
For this reason, he deliberately changed his meeting locations multiple times.
His reasoning was simple: to avoid suspicion, he should only meet at places related to Demon Hall operations.
And if the meeting locations belonged to those connected to Sal Gwi’s backers… he trusted that Bu Eunseol would certainly investigate them.
And that trust and effort had not been in vain.
Bu Eunseol overlooked nothing, no matter how trivial, and meticulously investigated even the tea houses Myo Cheon Woo frequented…
Ultimately uncovering that Wi Ji Hye Sang was operating the Chil Seon Tea House Network.
―If it’s him, he’ll definitely find it.
In that moment, the words Myo Cheon Woo had spoken flashed through Wi Ji Hye Sang’s mind.
Trusting in Bu Eunseol’s abilities, the second gambit that Myo Cheon Woo had thrown down had succeeded.

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