The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 481

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Chapter 481.
Whoooosh!
Black saber auras materialized around Bu Eunseol’s body.
Even a blade carved from stone would have sufficed. With her internal energy, she could have forged razor-sharp saber auras from chopsticks alone.
Trembling.
As saber auras rose in all directions, Dam Jeung’s eyes widened in shock.
“That is…”
Even with the saber manual, only those whose spirit merged with it could unfold such supreme saber techniques.
The Blood Dew Seven Techniques of Chilji Demonic Sect—Bu Chanyang’s signature art?
Crack!
And between those saber auras, black saber energy suddenly erupted.
Blood Dew Seven Techniques, First Form. Life-Stealing Slash.
The Unnamed Elder who had spent his entire life confined in Chamhoe Cave, serving Chilji Demonic Sect in his stead. She was unfolding the Blood Dew Seven Techniques using his methods.
“Evade!”
One of the Blood Shaolin Monks cried out, but the saber energy had already spread like a dark cloud.
Screeeech!
Bone-chilling friction sounds echoed from all directions as the black saber energy began tearing through the monks’ bodies.
Slash! Slash!
They attempted to block or dodge the black saber energy, but it was futile.
Those who blocked with weapons saw them shatter; those who blocked with their hands lost them.
Those who fled to escape the saber energy found it expanding rapidly, engulfing them as they ran.
Screeeech!
It was like the claws of a demon raking through the void.
Boom! Booooom!
Realizing they could not contain the expanding saber energy, the Blood Shaolin Monks simultaneously unleashed their devastating Seventy-Two Arhat Techniques.
These techniques possessed several times the power of ordinary Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Arhat Techniques and incorporated various lethal killing methods.
Yet Bu Eunseol paid no heed and shifted her saber method once more.
—We have reached a point where death and life hang in the balance.
Bu Eunseol unfolded the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, Third Form—Half-Life, Half-Death—not through saber auras, but through saber energy itself.
Shiiing! Shiiing!
As black saber energy poured forth in all directions like demon claws, the dozens of monks surrounding Bu Eunseol froze mid-motion.
“…”
Their bodies were split diagonally from shoulder to lower abdomen, gushing crimson blood.
The cuts were so swift and sharp that one could not feel the wound without visually confirming it.
And utterly merciless.
Slash!
In that instant, a dozen monks collapsed as bloodied corpses.
“Now…”
Bu Eunseol, her eyes burning crimson, gazed down at Dam Jeung and spoke in an infinitely low voice.
“Let me test just how strong the Abbot of Blood Shaolin truly is.”
“Hehehehe.”
Dam Jeung gazed at the Hell Island that Bu Eunseol had depicted, then suddenly burst into wild laughter.
“Ahahaha!”
Dam Jeung, stretching out his fingers and laughing like a madman, nodded his head.
“That’s right—this much proves you’re not a Samgye Emissary.”
“What did you say?”
As Bu Eunseol’s eyebrows twitched, Dam Jeung clasped his hands behind his back.
“Follow me.”
“Nonsense. Blood Shaolin will be destroyed.”
A solemn light emanated from Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“Under the guise of protecting Shaolin, you’ve brutally slaughtered innocent disciples….”
“They are not disciples of the main temple.”
Dam Jeung chuckled softly and spoke.
“All the monks you’ve cut down until now were villains who either murdered innocent commoners or ravished women.”
“What are you talking about?”
Dam Jeung gazed at the monks scattered in pieces.
“Blood Shaolin experiments with and develops the martial techniques of the main temple against incorrigible villains who cannot possibly reform.”
Turning his head, he stared directly into Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“Sometimes we gouge out eyes, sever tongues, and tear off limbs—all to understand how we might further advance the main temple’s martial arts.”
Bu Eunseol furrowed her brow.
She had never dreamed that Blood Shaolin harbored such circumstances.
“Of course, even this could be called cruel—far more so for one who has devoted themselves to the Buddhist Order.”
Dam Jeung exhaled a turbid breath and gazed into the void.
“But if not Bin Seung, then who would descend into hell?”
“….”
“Until now, the main temple has endured countless invasions by foreign enemies, yet we survived. A thousand years of Shaolin was made possible precisely because of Blood Shaolin’s merit.”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“Do not spout sophistry. If you do such things, how do you differ from Sam Gye?”
“Who said we were different?”
Dam Jeung glared at Bu Eunseol with cold eyes.
“The enemies targeting the main temple grow stronger with each passing moment. Therefore, Blood Shaolin must also grow stronger without cease. By any means necessary.”
Madness flowed through his gaze.
In those eyes appeared the desolate visage of Shaolin, which had bled ceaselessly from the invasions of foreign enemies.
“I do not seek your understanding.”
In Dam Jeung’s blazing eyes, blood seemed to pour forth.
“Only by witnessing the brothers-in-arms, like blood relatives with whom I shared meals, having their necks severed by demons, their eyes gouged out, their entrails spilled—only then can you understand.”
Bu Eunseol fell silent.
She too would not have hesitated to become a demon if only she could eliminate Hyung Su, who had slaughtered her grandfather Bu Chanyang so brutally.
Much less could Shaolin, which had endured endless calamities for a thousand years, be blamed for repeating the tragic history that Bu Eunseol herself had experienced.
It was a cycle of cruelty without end.
“I see.”
Bu Eunseol nodded with a look of understanding.
“Since this concerns another sect, and the dead are said to be villains… I won’t press the matter further.”
“Hmph, so the supreme master of Murim has arrived.”
Dam Jeung let out a derisive snort and gestured toward the dark corridor.
A deep rumbling echoed through the passage.
Monks clad in black robes emerged slowly from the corridor and began carefully collecting the bodies of the fallen monks.
Their movements were reverent, and they chanted sutras continuously, praying for the eternal peace of the departed.
They appeared to be genuine monks of Blood Shaolin.
“Since they’re unlikely to follow willingly, we’ll speak here.”
Dam Jeung spoke while regarding Bu Eunseol.
“Why have you crawled back here again?”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Aren’t you Shin San Ja’s new plaything?”
Bu Eunseol showed little surprise.
Previously, Shin San Ja had installed various mechanisms throughout this secret passage.
Such work could only be accomplished by Blood Shaolin.
Which meant that when Bu Eunseol passed through the gate, Dam Jeung had been observing everything.
“But why does a green young thing keep speaking so casually? Do you know how many years Bin Seung has lived?”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t?”
Dam Jeung’s eyes widened as he stared at Bu Eunseol, his eyebrows rising toward the heavens.
“If you utter another casual word to Bin Seung, I’ll make certain you’re blamed for murdering the abbot.”
“Is that something a disciple of the Buddhist Order should say?”
“When did I ever treat you as a disciple?”
Dam Jeung, as the abbot of Blood Shaolin, bore no resemblance to a proper Buddhist figure.
He was like a madman who would smile while severing his own limbs if it meant reaching his objective.
“Hehehehe.”
When Bu Eunseol burst into laughter, Dam Jeung let out a scornful snort.
“What? Are you delighted to find another madman like yourself in Murim?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Bu Eunseol, having adjusted his tone, nodded.
“Very well. I’ll treat you with the respect due to an elder as you wish, so answer my questions directly.”
“What questions?”
“Chil Ji Ma Do.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed sharply.
“What connection does he have to Blood Shaolin?”
Dam Jeung’s narrowed eyes grew even thinner as he spoke.
“Bin Seung is a member of Blood Shaolin. And everything about Blood Shaolin is secret. Even if I knew something, I cannot speak of it to an outsider—and especially not to someone of the Demonic Path.”
Though his words were thus, a sinister smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Bu Eunseol, having seen through Dam Jeung’s true intentions, spoke calmly.
“State what you desire.”
“Refreshingly straightforward. Truly worthy of the Demon Hall’s successor.”
Dam Jeung, after laying out a stream of honeyed praise, spoke in a low voice.
“The Demon Hall Master’s martial techniques would suffice.”
“Martial techniques?”
“Blood Shaolin possesses various demonic martial arts, but the Demon Hall Master—Sa Do Moo Myung’s techniques remain unknown to the world.”
A persistent gleam ignited in Dam Jeung’s eyes.
“And as the Demon Hall’s successor, you surely employ the Demon Hall Master’s techniques as your primary arsenal.”
During the past confrontation with Cheon Geom.
Bu Eunseol had openly displayed the Yeui Jin Gyeol, and numerous masters of Jeongsayang-do had discerned it as Ma Cheon Je’s martial art.
It seemed Dam Jeung was equally well aware of this fact.
“If you transmit that technique to me, I might share what I know.”
A sinister smile crept across Dam Jeung’s lips as he continued.
“If you refuse, leave quietly. No matter how much you plead, Bin Seung’s lips will not open.”
This was an utterly unreasonable demand.
To a martial artist, martial techniques were treasures more precious than life itself.
Should one reveal a sect’s techniques without permission? That would constitute the crime of deceiving one’s master and destroying one’s lineage.
Not only would the perpetrator be executed, but their entire family and all those connected to them would be slaughtered.
Moreover, of all things, he demanded Ma Cheon Je’s supreme technique.
‘Does he mean to turn me into a puppet?’
Had Bu Eunseol yielded to Dam Jeung’s coercion and transmitted the Yeui Jin Gyeol?
Shaolin could then blackmail Bu Eunseol until death, or alternatively.
They could easily pin the false accusation of being a spy for the Orthodox Sects upon her.
“To think a Buddhist figure could be so cunning and greedy.”
“Hehehehe. Blood Shaolin was never truly Buddhist to begin with. Otherwise, we would never have prefixed the word ‘Blood’ before that sacred name ‘Shaolin.'”
Dam Jeung spoke while slightly opening his narrow eyes.
“I won’t coerce you. But if you transmit the Demon Hall Master’s techniques, I’ll have Bin Seung reveal what he knows.”
And he added one more thing.
“This condition is hardly unfavorable to you either. No matter how formidable one might be, the moment a single bell tolls, all three thousand disciples of Shaolin will emerge and surround you.”
That was the truth.
This place was none other than an underground facility within Shaolin’s grounds. Should all of Shaolin’s masters encircle you with full force?
Whether it were Bu Eunseol or even the demon Ak Moo Ryung, escape would be uncertain.
“So you’re saying that if I reveal the martial secrets, you’ll spare my life and let me leave Shaolin safely.”
“You’ve understood correctly.”
“Hahaha.”
Bu Eunseol let out a low chuckle, then.
“Uahahaha!”
Suddenly erupted in a thunderous, earth-shaking laugh.
“More demonic than the Demonic Path itself, and more practiced at extortion than the Black Gang’s lackeys.”
“I’ll take it as a compliment.”
As Dam Jeung spoke with a smile, Bu Eunseol replied coldly.
“If I were the type to fall for such tricks, I would have walked a different path long ago.”
Crack, crack crack.
Suddenly, the sound of bones echoed from Bu Eunseol’s body,
Whoosh!
Her form then rose into the air as hundreds of strands of true energy took shape like elongated hands.
The sight evoked the image of a Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara statue suffused with black and crimson light.
Bu Eunseol, consumed by rage, had burst forth the demonic energy from the Elixir Secret, fully manifesting the Wish-Granting True Formation.
“This is the secret technique transmitted by Ma Cheon Je.”
The pupils of Bu Eunseol, suspended in mid-air, blazed with the aura of a Grand Demon capable of slaughtering tens of thousands as easily as swatting flies.
“Try to seize it if you dare.”
Dam Jeung had made a grave miscalculation.
Had he instead revealed to Bu Eunseol every detail of the Chilji Demonic Sect’s movements,
Had he spoken with her in good faith…
Perhaps Bu Eunseol would have willingly offered the Wish-Granting True Formation with both hands.
For she was the type to dig a well to repay even a single cup of water’s kindness.
But by grasping at her weakness and shaking her, he had gained nothing in return—only unleashing Bu Eunseol’s boundless killing intent.
“You intend to face the headquarters alone?”
“You talk too much.”
As Bu Eunseol extended her hand,
Crack!
Hundreds of strands of true energy poured toward Dam Jeung like lightning.
Thud thud thud.
Dam Jeung barely dodged, but the wall behind where he stood crumbled into hundreds of fragments that fell to the ground.
Rumble rumble rumble.
Simultaneously, Blood Shaolin Monks in black robes surrounded the area where Bu Eunseol stood, their eyes gleaming with fierce light.
They were the true Blood Shaolin Monks that Dam Jeung had cultivated.
“You are not worthy—ring the great bell.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes blazed with crimson blood light.
“Summon all the disciples of Shaolin.”
Dam Jeung’s expression turned blank for a moment.
He had thought it mere bluster.
But Bu Eunseol truly intended to fight every disciple of Shaolin.
“Are you confident you’ll survive?”
“I know no such thing. Only….”
Bu Eunseol wore a grim smile.
“I am confident I can slaughter every promising young disciple in Blood Shaolin and Shaolin alike.”
From her blood-stained eyes flowed a boundless killing intent beyond the reach of words.
Dam Jeung’s mouth fell open.
Clearly, just moments before, he had radiated an aura so crystalline that coercion seemed destined to succeed.
Yet the moment pressure and threats descended upon him, he transformed into a great demon wielding malevolent qi rivaling that of Samma itself.
‘This man is truly capable of such things and more.’
If Bu Eunseol were to embrace death and slaughter only Shaolin’s young disciples?
Even if I could kill Bu Eunseol, Shaolin would be forced to seal its gates that very day.
Young disciples are the future of any sect.
To lose them all?
Recovery of vitality might require more than a century.
“Kekeke. Kahaha!”
Cornered with no escape, Dam Jeung suddenly erupted into wild laughter.
“Indeed, you live up to your reputation! Even facing death, you’d slaughter only the young disciples! Hahaha!”
He continued his boisterous laughter, then abruptly fell silent.
“This will certainly provoke Bin Seung’s response.”
With a nod toward the monks, those surrounding Bu Eunseol withdrew like a receding tide.
“You’ve won.”
Dam Jeung raised both hands and smiled.
“I’ll answer your question.”
Yet as Bu Eunseol remained suspended in the air, blood-light flickering across her eyes, Dam Jeung bellowed.
“You! I said Bin Seung lost! And still you maintain that rigid tension in your neck? Won’t you listen to Chil Ji Ma Do? Eh?”
Dam Jeung, who led Blood Shaolin.
He too was no ordinary figure.
From Bu Eunseol’s perspective, he resembled a madman of the Demonic Path far more than a disciple of the Buddhist Order.
Madness recognizes madness.
Thump.
Bu Eunseol released her power and descended from the air, nodding in acknowledgment.
“A wise choice.”
“Rotten wretch. True to your Demonic Path roots, threatening to slaughter only young Shaolin disciples.”
“Shameless indeed. Yet you were the one who threatened first—why speak such words?”
“Yes, yes. How impressive. Oh, how terrifying.”
Dam Jeung, hands clasped behind his back, walked deeper into the corridor.
As Bu Eunseol stood motionless, he turned his head and spoke with irritation.
“Why do you linger? Surely you don’t intend to conduct our conversation crouching there?”
Bu Eunseol had no choice but to follow Dam Jeung.
After walking through the dark, lengthy passage for some time, brilliant light poured forth from far ahead.
Upon arrival, the landscape revealed itself as a miniature replica of Shaolin’s grounds.
‘Blood Shaolin—or rather, Cave Shaolin, as it truly is.’
Blood Shaolin’s main base was ultimately concealed beneath the very grounds where Shaolin stood.
Yet contrary to what was known, Blood Shaolin’s landscape differed little from any ordinary temple.
These disciples, like those of Shaolin, recited scriptures and meditated. Moreover, like Shaolin’s Thirty-Six Chambers, they possessed separate halls dedicated to martial cultivation.
Dam Jeung observed Bu Eunseol’s astonished expression and let out a derisive snort.
“Why do you think the disciples of Blood Shaolin see blood every day or constantly practice strange martial arts?”
“That’s not the case?”
“Of course not.”
Dam Jeung gestured proudly toward the interior of Blood Shaolin.
“These disciples are all from Shaolin as well. In fact, to master the martial arts of Blood Shaolin, one must maintain far superior integrity and conduct compared to ordinary disciples.”
And he spoke with pride.
“One cannot enter Blood Shaolin without virtue and a righteous, just nature. The same applies even if one lacks exceptional martial talent. These are all carefully selected from among Shaolin’s disciples.”
Bu Eunseol chuckled softly.
“Then you could select the Arhat Hall Master, the Jang Gyeong Gak Master, or even the Abbot from this place.”
“Hehe. Did you not know?”
Dam Jeung smiled coldly.
“Most of those who hold key positions at the main temple, including Jang Gyeong Gak Master Gong Gong, are from Blood Shaolin. They simply decide after a certain period whether to remain as Blood Shaolin Monks or return as regular Shaolin disciples.”
It was an astonishing revelation.
Until now, I had thought of it as a mad organization gathering the eccentrics of Shaolin.
In reality, the outstanding disciples of Shaolin were obligated to enter Blood Shaolin.
And there they determined their path between light and shadow.
“Stop looking around and follow me.”
Dam Jeung led Bu Eunseol to a small meditation hall at the far end of Blood Shaolin.
Not only was the meditation hall empty, but special coating had been applied to the walls and ceiling.
Therefore, no matter how loudly one spoke here, sound would not leak to the outside.
“The truth is, I do not trust those of the Demonic Path.”
Once seated, Dam Jeung dropped his playful demeanor.
“Those of the Demonic Path often pretend to walk the middle way when young, but it is not uncommon for them to become people who crave the demonic path and power as they age.”
Bu Eunseol nodded.
In fact, to advance quickly in the Demonic Path, maintaining the middle way is advantageous.
Pursuing the demonic path makes it difficult to gain influence except from loyal subordinates.
But maintaining the middle way allows one to build broad connections with those of the Righteous Path and gain diverse support.
Therefore, those of the Demonic Path often maintain the middle way when young and shift toward the demonic path as they age.
“But the reason I still tell you this is because you are a completely unhinged person possessed by madness.”
“Does Blood Shaolin have some special law treating the mad favorably?”
“Not at all.”
Dam Jeung scoffed and spoke.
“A truly mad person does not compromise with power. All they desire is to achieve their goal.”
“A plausible theory indeed.”
Bu Eunseol nodded faintly.
“Now speak.”
And he spoke with a grave expression.
“Tell me everything you know about the Chilji Demonic Sect.”
From the moment I learned that the shadow of the Chilji Demonic Sect was the Unnamed Elder.
I realized that my grandfather Bu Chanyang was the Chilji Demonic Sect.
The problem was how a disciple of Shaolin had become a follower of the Demonic Path. It was utterly incomprehensible.
“Let me be clear beforehand—Bin Seung knows nothing of the Chilji Demonic Sect’s true identity. I merely suspect he is one of them.”
“One of them?”
“Indeed.”
Dam Jeung’s eyes grew heavy with gravity.
“What I am about to tell you is unknown even to the Abbot of our main temple. Not even the highest figures of the Righteous Path know of this. Should it leak to the outside world….”
“Rest assured.”
Bu Eunseol, grasping Dam Jeung’s meaning, cut him off swiftly.
And she spoke with utmost sincerity.
“I swear it upon my life.”
“Sigh.”
Dam Jeung exhaled deeply, stared into the void for a moment, then spoke slowly.
“There were individuals suspected to be of the Chilji Demonic Sect who once trained martial arts at Blood Shaolin. Those who survived may have become the true Chilji Demonic Sect.”
“Individuals?”
“Yes.”
Dam Jeung spoke in a low voice, as if reaching back into distant memories.
“It was called the Absolute Demon Blade Project.”

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