The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 480

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Chapter 480.
“Are you leaving now?”
“Yes.”
Tak Il Hon stared intently at Bu Eunseol. Then, drawing a deep breath, he spoke.
“Come with me.”
“What are you saying?”
“There is no one in the Murim as useful as I am.”
Tak Il Hon spoke with utmost gravity, his expression solemn.
“My lifelong dream was to become the supreme master of the Demonic Path. But since I could not achieve it, I merely became a great thief who steals martial techniques and secret manuals.”
His eyes burned as fiercely as the sun.
“Take me with you. I will show you where the treasures and secret manuals are hidden throughout Tianxia.”
“….”
“With that, you could achieve the dream of becoming the supreme master of the Demonic Path even faster.”
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed.
“Supreme master of the Demonic Path?”
“Yes. With you, it is certain you could reach such a pinnacle. When you stand tall in the Murim… I wish to share that glory with you.”
“You are mistaken about something.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“My emergence into the Murim is merely an act of vengeance.”
“Vengeance?”
“Yes.”
“Not to become the supreme master of the Demonic Path?”
“Correct.”
Tak Il Hon hesitated for a moment.
He had thought him a young prodigy burning with the passionate soul of a martial artist. Yet he was one who wandered the Gangho for revenge?
“In any case… with your talents, you would certainly be able to become the supreme master of the Demonic Path.”
“I have no interest.”
“What?”
“What I desire is vengeance. Once my vengeance is complete, my journey through the Gangho ends there.”
It was an utterly unexpected answer.
A peerless prodigy with such martial prowess—one who possessed the makings to certainly become the supreme master of the Demonic Path.
Planning to leave the Gangho without hesitation once his vengeance was complete?
For Tak Il Hon, it was a statement he could not comprehend.
“Spend your remaining years in peace.”
Seeing Tak Il Hon rendered speechless, Bu Eunseol turned away.
“Then.”
“Wait!”
Tak Il Hon asked as if he had made a decision.
“Seeing that someone of your caliber has yet to achieve their goal, your target of vengeance must be either a supreme master who dominates Tianxia or a force of tremendous power. Am I correct?”
“Yes.”
As Bu Eunseol recalled the Sam Gye, her gaze deepened with profound intensity.
“To be honest, overturning Tianxia feels far easier by comparison.”
“Overturning Tianxia feels easier, you say…”
A surge of fervent energy suddenly blazed through Tak Il Hon’s chest.
Only now did he comprehend the path Bu Eunseol walked and the true nature of her character.
This young Grand Master pursued a road hundreds of times more arduous than becoming the supreme master of the Demonic Path.
A path fraught with tribulation and suffering.
“Excellent.”
Tak Il Hon’s eyes gleamed with fierce resolve as he spoke with newfound determination.
“Whether you command me as a subordinate or bind me in servitude matters not.”
He bowed deeply, his voice resonant with conviction.
“Take me with you. I shall accomplish whatever task you set before me.”
Tak Il Hon’s lifelong aspiration had been to become the supreme master of the Demonic Path.
Yet before him stood a young master who regarded even that lofty goal with indifference.
A Grand Master who spurned power and renown, willingly treading a path far more perilous than dominion over Tianxia itself.
Where could he find another soul capable of fulfilling his deepest regrets so completely?
“You would become my subordinate?”
“Yes. If you wish it, I shall swear a blood oath.”
Recognizing the unwavering resolve in Tak Il Hon’s words, Bu Eunseol paused in contemplation.
Unfortunately, unlike the other elders, his nature had not transformed into perfect virtue.
In other words, the desire to leave his mark upon the Murim still burned within him, and this very ambition drove him to pledge himself as her subordinate.
‘If I had one more swift-footed ally, Seo Jin Ha’s safety would be further assured.’
Bu Eunseol possessed So Yo as her aide, yet Seo Jin Ha lacked someone at his side to relay information.
But what if it were Tak Il Hon, known as the Flying Demon?
She would gain an aide capable of matching So Yo’s caliber.
Yet if that came to pass…
Another soul would emerge in this world who knew all of Bu Eunseol’s secrets.
‘Can one truly trust another based on mere fleeting connection?’
Bu Eunseol had never easily trusted anyone in her life.
And far less so when that person was the great Demonic Master of Tianxia.
‘Should I take this risk for Seo Jin Ha’s sake?’
Tak Il Hon still possessed the pure ambition that dwelt within young martial artists.
He yearned to leave an indelible mark upon the Murim.
And he sought to achieve this through loyalty to Bu Eunseol.
“I must decline.”
Though Bu Eunseol recognized Tak Il Hon’s sincerity, she refused with unwavering firmness.
“Others seek to gather ever more capable subordinates, but I do not.”
Drawing a deep breath, she shook her head slowly.
“I have no desire for other souls bound by fate to become entangled in my personal vendetta.”
“…I understand.”
Tak Il Hon lowered his head.
I had already provided sufficient explanation and persuasion. If his heart would not change despite this, there was nothing more to be done.
“I hope you achieve what you have set out to do.”
Without hesitation, he withdrew a sharp stone blade from his bosom and drove it toward his throat.
He had long ago crafted this stone blade and kept it hidden within his garments.
Crack!
Bu Eunseol immediately unleashed a finger wind that shattered his stone blade.
“What are you doing?”
“Do not concern yourself.”
Tak Il Hon’s eyes gleamed with the dull light of a dead fish.
Even confined within Chamhoe Cave for so long, the burning ambition in his chest had never extinguished.
And when he finally met someone destined to stand tall in the Murim, he had allowed himself to hope once more—
Yet when even that hope was dashed, he lost all will to continue living.
‘Is this too my fate?’
Bu Eunseol sighed deeply.
Though it was merely one man’s vendetta, another soul had inevitably become entangled within my destiny.
“Very well.”
After exhaling a profound sigh, Bu Eunseol extended her fingers.
Whoosh! Crack crack crack!
Dozens of finger winds pierced through Tak Il Hon’s Blood Sealing Points, and torrential vital energy began to surge through his meridians.
Boom!
In that instant, Tak Il Hon’s body lifted an inch into the air before descending back to the ground.
“This is…”
Tak Il Hon’s eyes widened.
He realized that Bu Eunseol had not targeted his dantian, but had instead directly infused tremendous vital energy throughout the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
In this manner, even without inner power accumulated in the dantian, he could move like a master for a time.
“As you are a master of divine movement techniques, I trust you can slip out of Shaolin discreetly without difficulty.”
Rip.
Tearing open her sleeve, Bu Eunseol used her vital energy to inscribe the Twin Dragons Contending for the Pearl mark.
“Go to the Sayoung Battle Division of the Demon Palace and find Sang Hak, the Lord, and Yu Woon Ryong.”
“…”
“Tell them everything that has transpired. Then he will summon the Medicine King Hall Master to treat you and send you to the Nangya Pavilion.”
“The Medicine King Hall Master? The Nangya Pavilion?”
“Indeed. Once you arrive there, they will completely restore your legs. When your body is fully healed, I will then entrust you with several tasks.”
“Wait, wait a moment.”
Tak Il Hon’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Gyo Jung Hak, the Medicine King Hall Master of the Demon Palace.
He is someone who would not move a single finger without orders from Ma Cheon Je or the Dark King Yeop Hyo Cheon.
Yet she would summon Gyo Jung Hak with merely a torn mark and entrust him with treatment?
Moreover, what is this Nangya Pavilion among the Ten Demonic Gates?
“What exactly is your position?”
“Heir to the Nangya Pavilion. And the Muhonjung Lord of the Demon Palace.”
“Heir to the Nangya Pavilion and the Muhonjung Lord of the Demon Palace?”
Tak Il Hon’s eyes wavered.
“Then you’re saying you’re Ma Cheon Je’s successor?”
“Indeed.”
Tak Il Hon’s mouth fell open.
He had known Bu Eunseol possessed formidable martial prowess, but he had assumed her station was not particularly elevated.
If her position were truly high, she could command countless subordinates. She would never have needed to come directly to this perilous Chamhoe Cave.
Yet she was the successor who would inherit and govern the Demon Palace after Ma Cheon Je?
“Why did you come all this way yourself? What was the necessity?”
“Did I not tell you?”
Bu Eunseol spoke with measured calm.
“I am merely a wanderer drifting through Gangho seeking vengeance. I have endeavored to prevent others from shouldering the burden of danger for my personal grievances.”
Then she explained her circumstances simply.
Her grandfather’s death, the Sam Gye, and the circumstances entangled with her own fate.
“So it was true.”
Tak Il Hon’s eyes rippled like waves.
“Even the position of successor to the Demon Palace means nothing to you.”
He shook his head as though ashamed.
“Here I am, still clinging to honor and power at this age.”
“There is no fault in that.”
Bu Eunseol exhaled softly through her nose.
“Is not the pursuit of honor and power the very essence of a martial artist? It is precisely because such people exist that Gangho can endure.”
“Yes, perhaps you’re right.”
Tak Il Hon smiled faintly as though enlightened.
Then he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Bu Eunseol.
“I will spend my remaining years at your side, to the very end.”
“It will not be easy.”
Bu Eunseol spoke in a low voice.
“You must possess strength befitting those who stand beside me.”
Even So Yo, possessed of such exceptional talent, had required considerable time to become a Deputy Lord of the Sa Hon Dae.
Though Tak Il Hon’s divine techniques and martial prowess were formidable, to truly aid Bu Eunseol and Seo Jin Ha—
He would need to become more versed in the currents of Gangho than anyone.
Perhaps he would require far more training than So Yo herself.
“I will do my utmost.”
The pupils of Tak Il Hon’s eyes burned with the passion of youths in their prime.
‘This could work.’
Bu Eunseol nodded.
A person’s life transforms depending on when, where, and whom they encounter.
Tak Il Hon found himself beneath Bu Eunseol in Chamhoe Cave, granted a new life and purpose.
Bu Eunseol and Tak Il Hon swiftly escaped Chamhoe Cave.
Tak Il Hon utilized the Reverse Extreme True Qi that Bu Eunseol had dispersed throughout his meridians, immediately deploying a concealed movement technique to slip away from Shaolin.
Should he fully recover his body and reclaim his martial prowess, the Murim would once again witness the emergence of Bi Ma—that peerless master of the Gyeong Shin School.
Upon leaving Chamhoe Cave, Bu Eunseol immediately made her way toward the Secret Passage of Blood Shaolin.
Dam Jeung, the Abbot of Blood Shaolin.
Through his words, I would learn what Shaolin truly knew.
I intended to confirm what manner of figure my grandfather had been within Shaolin.
Footsteps echoed steadily.
Bu Eunseol walked toward the Secret Passage of Blood Shaolin with unguarded confidence, making no attempt to conceal her presence.
A faint whisper cut through the air.
Subtle auras began to manifest from all directions.
Yet Bu Eunseol continued forward with an expressionless face, as though she sensed nothing at all.
As she reached the end of the corridor, a massive iron gate came into view.
It was the gate that Shin San Ja had once equipped with mechanisms to test Bu Eunseol in various ways.
A deep rumble sounded.
As she approached the gate, it swung open of its own accord with a heavy metallic groan.
Simultaneously, a vast Great Hall revealed itself, filled with countless Blood Shaolin Monks standing in formation.
Each monk bore a grotesque and singular appearance.
One possessed an arm thick as a log, another bore a milky-white eye. Some displayed bodies crisscrossed with stitched scars like patchwork, while others lacked all but a single finger.
Not a single monk possessed an intact body.
It was as though they had abandoned flesh and life itself.
All for the pursuit of martial mastery.
Everything sacrificed.
Footsteps continued forward.
Then a gaunt monk with only one finger stepped directly into Bu Eunseol’s path.
Why have you come here?
What is your identity?
The monk asked no such questions.
This was the headquarters of Blood Shaolin.
Bu Eunseol was an intruder from the outside world. No dialogue was necessary.
A deep resonance erupted.
Tremendous force swirled from the monk’s single remaining finger.
A brilliant flash ignited.
In an instant, a torrent of radiant power cascaded toward Bu Eunseol’s form.
One-Finger Zen Technique.
Shaolin’s fastest and most devastating finger strike, yet burdened by the weakness of being difficult to master and limited in range.
But the One-Finger Zen unleashed by this single-fingered monk possessed the force of a hundred monks striking in unison.
Its scope engulfed the entire Stone Chamber, leaving no space to evade.
Yet as the radiance poured forth, Bu Eunseol clung to the ceiling of the Stone Chamber.
Flash!
In that same instant, a brilliant light blazed forth,
Thud.
Mu Seung’s remaining finger fell to the ground.
Bu Eunseol had used the stone blade in her possession to sever Mu Seung’s last finger in one fluid motion.
“How?”
Mu Seung, now bereft of all his fingers, asked the question as Bu Eunseol landed on the ground.
“If the Repentance Finger Technique is your supreme art, you should have hidden your fingers.”
With only one finger remaining, the martial technique he wielded must surely be a formidable finger art like the One-Finger Immortal Technique.
Moreover, since he had boldly blocked the path ahead, Bu Eunseol could naturally discern that the scope of this finger art was vast.
“….”
Mu Seung gazed at his severed fingers with an expressionless face,
Crack!
And then he struck his own heavenly spirit point and took his own life.
He had severed all nine of his fingers to master the One-Finger Immortal Technique of Blood Shaolin.
But now that all his fingers were gone, he could no longer remain as a monk of Blood Shaolin.
Without hesitation, he ended his life.
‘This is Blood Shaolin.’
Blood Shaolin will do anything to protect Shaolin, and will employ any method to grow stronger.
Wearing only the mask of Shaolin, this place harbors madmen consumed by obsession.
Boom. Boom.
Then another monk approached, this one’s left eye stained white.
The moment their gazes met, Bu Eunseol’s head spun and her vision blurred as if the entire world were trembling.
It was a mystical soul-binding technique, distinct from the Empty Spirit Soul-Stealing Seal.
Splash!
But blood erupted from the monk’s white pupils.
Bu Eunseol had already unleashed a wind blade, piercing the monk’s eyes.
“Soul-binding techniques? I’ve grown weary of them.”
For Bu Eunseol, who had already achieved spiritual unity,
spiritual strikes and soul-binding secret arts like the Empty Spirit Soul-Stealing Seal no longer worked.
And above all, eyes tinted in different colors were targets to be wary of.
The moment Bu Eunseol saw the strange hue flowing from the monk’s eyes, she discerned that he would unleash a soul-binding technique and immediately launched a wind blade.
“It seems the monks of Blood Shaolin have a custom of revealing their specialties to their enemies beforehand.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words,
Thump, thump, thump.
This time, a very tall monk with both eyes covered in black cloth stepped forward.
And he extended his fingers, wiggling them. It was a signal for her to attack first.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol unhesitatingly swung her stone blade, unleashing a torrent of razor-sharp light.
She deployed the Meteor Chasing Moon technique using the stone blade.
Whoosh.
Yet the blindfolded Mu Seung twisted his body with ease, evading the meteor-chasing-moon strike.
It was as though he had anticipated Bu Eunseol’s movements beforehand.
Flash! Flash!
Massive cross-shaped sword qi cascaded down in succession, pouring behind the blindfolded Mu Seung’s back,
Screech!
And in that same instant, violet lightning slashed diagonally across Mu Seung’s throat.
After unfurling the Waning Moon Reflecting Stars to create the enormous cross-shaped sword qi and seal off all of Mu Seung’s escape routes,
she had unleashed the ultimate killing blade—Thunder Without Equal.
Tap.
Yet something extraordinary occurred.
The blindfolded Mu Seung, as if he had anticipated Bu Eunseol’s opening move, had already withdrawn from the range of both the Waning Moon Reflecting Stars and Thunder Without Equal.
‘So that’s what it was.’
Bu Eunseol discerned that Mu Seung was sensing the vibrations in the air itself, predicting her movements in advance.
‘He’s deepened the Air-Breaking Heart’s Eye even further.’
The Air-Breaking Heart’s Eye of the Wild Beast Path could likewise sense the flow of air to predict an enemy’s movements or the trajectory of hidden weapons.
But this Mu Seung had transcended that, perfectly predicting every technique Bu Eunseol unleashed.
“Is this truly the extent of Blood Shaolin’s level?”
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“There are countless ways to heighten one’s senses. Yet you resort to this troublesome and grotesque method of binding your eyes.”
Her voice dripped with contempt and mockery.
“In the Murim, there are martial techniques aplenty that can sense the flow of air without needing to blind oneself.”
“Hmph.”
The blindfolded Mu Seung let out a scoff.
In that same instant, he tore away the cloth binding his eyes.
But it was a fatal mistake.
He should never have removed the blindfold in response to her provocation, driven by competitive pride.
For that was precisely the move Bu Eunseol had intended.
Screech.
Mu Seung used his right arm to tear away the cloth binding his eyes in one swift motion.
And Bu Eunseol’s Farming Tides Connecting Clouds, having anticipated this movement, unfolded in perfect synchronization.
Thud.
The sword qi that carved through empty space passed cleanly through Mu Seung’s right forearm as he tore away the blindfold.
Mu Seung’s body froze like a statue, the cloth still binding his eyes.
Thud.
And in that moment, Mu Seung’s thick right arm fell to the ground.
Their martial techniques were formidable, but regrettably, they harbored many flaws when viewed through Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“You waste my time with such foolishness.”
Bu Eunseol called out beyond the Mu Seung monks surrounding her.
“Will you continue with these childish games?”
“What a ridiculous farce.”
At that moment, a gaunt monk stepped forward through the ranks of the Blood Shaolin Monks.
He was an elderly master barely five feet tall, with narrow, piercing eyes.
Though his face was etched with deep wrinkles, a subtle smile lingered at the corners of his eyes, giving him a cunning, inscrutable expression.
He was Dam Jeung, the Abbot of Blood Shaolin.
“The legitimate successor of Nangya Pavilion, a master of practical martial arts, points out the flaws in Blood Shaolin’s techniques. How could I possibly let such an opportunity slip away?”
Remarkably, he had already discerned Bu Eunseol’s true identity beneath her disguise as Seol So.
Moreover, a strange, ethereal light gleamed in Dam Jeung’s narrow eyes.
It was the madness of a ruthless, sinister lunatic—one who would unhesitatingly execute anything if it served his purpose.
“Furthermore, this is a perfect opportunity to study the martial prowess and weaknesses of the Demon Palace’s successor.”
Despite being the Abbot who led Blood Shaolin, Dam Jeung regarded the monks he had painstakingly cultivated as mere expendable tools.
“Still, because they remained under Shaolin’s shelter, I treated them as human beings.”
Blood-red light ignited in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“But for these worthless insects who no longer deserve such consideration, I shall sweep them all away.”

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