The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 492

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Chapter 492.
Shudder, shudder, shudder.
Neung Bi Hon, who had been screaming at the top of his lungs, suddenly clamped his mouth shut and trembled violently before,
Thump.
collapsing into unconsciousness.
“Brother Neung.”
Bu Eunseol pressed against the Mingmen acupoint again and infused it with Anti-Extreme True Qi.
As pure true qi flowed in for a time,
Flash!
Neung Bi Hon’s eyes suddenly opened, and he gazed around with a disheveled expression.
He looked as though he had just awakened from a long, deep slumber.
“What on earth has happened?”
Unlike before, his eyes were remarkably clear and his voice was gentle.
He resembled a patient who had finally recovered from madness, his original mind restored at last.
“Where am I? And who are you? Ugh.”
Neung Bi Hon, alternating his gaze between Bu Eunseol and So Yo, suddenly touched his Tianling acupoint as if his head ached.
“Brother Neung, are you alright?”
“Brother Neung?”
Neung Bi Hon stared intently at Bu Eunseol.
“Who am I, exactly?”
Though Neung Bi Hon’s eyes were clear, he appeared to have no memories whatsoever.
“You don’t even know who you are?”
“That’s correct.”
Neung Bi Hon shook his head.
Then he gazed intently at Bu Eunseol’s face.
He had only seen Bu Eunseol in the form she had borrowed from Seon Woo Jin. He had never seen her true appearance as the wanderer Seol So.
“If I am your elder brother…”
Neung Bi Hon tilted his head in confusion.
“Then you must be my younger sibling?”
With madness gone, Neung Bi Hon now possessed eyes and a manner of speech as ordinary as any scholar.
Bu Eunseol, realizing he spoke and looked entirely different from his usual self, drew in a sharp breath.
‘He has lost all his memories.’
Bu Eunseol herself had once suffered a great shock and lost her memories, becoming the beggar Mu Mu.
And now Neung Bi Hon’s condition matched exactly with her own experience of amnesia.
‘Must I now become Tung Bo?’
Though she had lost her memories after her defeat at Hyuk Ryeon Eung’s hands, she had been able to recover her original memories and strength.
That was because a benefactor named Tung Bo had appeared.
Currently, Neung Bi Hon too had lost his memories and all his power after his defeat at the hands of the Taoist Emperor’s Successor.
Now it fell to Bu Eunseol to become his benefactor and restore his strength.
“Yes, it is so.”
Bu Eunseol immediately softened her gaze and tone, adopting a warmer, more intimate manner.
“Are we not facing the same enemy?”
“The same enemy?”
“Sam Gye.”
“Sam Gye? Sam….”
At the mention of Sam Gye, Neung Bi Hon clutched his head as if in agony.
The gruesome image of his son, slain by Sam Gye, seemed to flash before his eyes.
‘I should avoid bringing that up if at all possible.’
“But why am I doing this in the middle of the forest?”
“You suffered grave injuries in your battle with a formidable opponent. We must leave this place at once.”
I had merely reignited his vital essence through the Yeol Ha Great Stabilizing Technique.
There was not a single intact part of Neung Bi Hon’s body. Without swift treatment, his condition would deteriorate catastrophically.
A gentle whoosh.
Bu Eunseol cradled Neung Bi Hon’s form in her arms, having summoned the void-stepping technique, and spoke with composure.
“Where are we going?”
“Should we not seek out a physician?”
“A physician. Hmm.”
Neung Bi Hon, understanding her intent, surrendered his body to her care without resistance.
A soft tap.
Bu Eunseol lightly pressed an acupoint on his body.
As he drifted into slumber,
A subtle crack.
Bu Eunseol restored her face to its true appearance.
“Where are we headed?”
So Yo asked with concern.
There were precious few physicians in all of Tianxia capable of treating the Thunder God, much less one stripped of both memory and power.
“Geum Wang Mountain.”
“So that is where we go.”
So Yo nodded in agreement.
The physician dwelling on Geum Wang Mountain possessed the skill to treat the Thunder God, and fortunately remained not far from their current location.
“Indeed. That is the place.”
Bu Eunseol launched herself into motion without delay.
Cradling Neung Bi Hon, she made her way toward
the manor where Chim Wang and Jong Ri Sa Hyeon resided.
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon was profoundly astonished.
It was already shocking enough that Bu Eunseol, who had departed after being struck across the face by both him and his granddaughter, had returned to the manor.
But now she arrived unannounced, requesting treatment for an injured stranger?
Moreover, this patient was none other than one who bore the martial renown of all Tianxia—
Neung Bi Hon, the Thunder God among the Four Gods Seven Kings?
“I humbly request your aid in treating him.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon didn’t bother asking about the situation and immediately began treating the deeply unconscious Neung Bi Hon.
He grasped at once how grave his condition was.
“No, this won’t do. I need to deploy the Primordial Essence Golden Needle Technique.”
As Jong Ri Sa Hyeon was probing the Blood Sealing Points, he noticed Neung Bi Hon’s breathing had become irregular, so he brought him to the Recovery Chamber and began inserting golden needles.
His meticulous movements with each needle insertion spoke volumes about the severity of Neung Bi Hon’s condition.
Finally, when he inserted a long golden needle into the Baihui point, Neung Bi Hon’s breathing stabilized.
With a soft exhale, Jong Ri Sa Hyeon drew a deep breath and wiped away the perspiration streaming down his face.
“What on earth happened?”
He asked again, gazing at Neung Bi Hon, who lay in deep slumber with golden needles densely inserted across his body.
“How did he end up in such a state?”
In response to Jong Ri Sa Hyeon’s question, Bu Eunseol had no choice but to lie.
“I’m not certain. It appears he was ambushed by a formidable master.”
“Ambushed?”
“Yes.”
It was also a lie for Neung Bi Hon’s sake.
She couldn’t bring herself to speak of how his family had been slaughtered by Sam Gye, driving him to madness.
Yet Jong Ri Sa Hyeon said something unexpected.
“Sam Gye again?”
“You knew?”
“He’s been pursuing Sam Gye for a long time.”
Remarkably, Jong Ri Sa Hyeon was well-versed in Neung Bi Hon’s circumstances, which remained unknown to the wider Murim.
“His descent into madness was caused by Sam Gye’s forces slaughtering his family.”
As Bu Eunseol’s expression remained composed, Jong Ri Sa Hyeon narrowed his eyes.
“So you knew as well.”
“Yes. I never imagined you would be aware of such circumstances, Elder.”
“I’ve devoted half my life to eliminating the Shil Hoon In and transformed humans that Sam Gye creates.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon smiled faintly.
“I’ve clashed with Sam Gye as much as you have.”
“Then you must have encountered Neung Bi Hon while fighting Sam Gye.”
“Indeed. Through inevitable confrontations with them, I naturally came to see Neung Bi Hon frequently, as he relentlessly pursued them.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon wore a subtle smile.
“You must have met him the same way—through clashing with Sam Gye. Isn’t that so?”
“That’s correct. I’ve received his assistance on several occasions.”
“Hehehehe. To form a bond with one afflicted by madness—that’s quite remarkable.”
“Is there truly no way to cure Neung Bi Hon’s fractured mind?”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon shook his head while gazing at the sleeping Neung Bi Hon.
“In the past, his condition wasn’t as severe as it is now. But no matter how hard he tries, he cannot grasp Sam Gye’s tail… so his madness has only deepened.”
Then he released a profound sigh.
“He endures only because of his formidable regenerative power rooted in the Thunder God Spirit Technique. Had he been an ordinary person, he would have lost his mind long ago.”
“….”
“He witnessed with his own eyes his son and wife’s skulls being split open and their spinal cords torn from their bodies. Yet despite all those years passing, he never found revenge—he couldn’t even locate Hyung Su. How could his mind remain intact?”
Neung Bi Hon’s tragedy bore a certain resemblance to Bu Eunseol’s own.
Bu Eunseol, moved by sympathy, asked a question.
“Then his body can be restored to its original state?”
Bu Eunseol’s expression grew grave.
“When we discovered him, he had completely lost his memories.”
“If we restore his Thunder God Spirit, his memories should return as well. The cerebral meridians damaged by the Thunder God Spirit will be repaired.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon pointed to the Baihui acupoint on the sleeping Neung Bi Hon’s crown.
“However, if his body recovers through the Thunder God Spirit, the cerebral meridians will sustain another shock.”
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he spoke.
“Because of that, he won’t remember the time when he lost his memories. He’ll likely forget that you saved him as well.”
‘That would actually be better.’
Bu Eunseol had changed her face multiple times in front of the injured Neung Bi Hon.
If he forgot all of that, it would actually be a blessing.
“However, such recovery is, in truth, an impossible feat.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Bu Eunseol’s expression showed incomprehension.
“You said recovery would be possible if we awakened the Thunder God Spirit.”
“Yes, I did.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon sighed as he spoke.
“But only the Thunder God Spirit itself can awaken the Thunder God Spirit. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“So… to awaken Hyung Su, we would need another Thunder God who possesses and can use the Thunder God Spirit?”
“Precisely.”
In other words, to awaken his power, one would need a person who possessed a Thunder God Spirit comparable to Neung Bi Hon’s.
But throughout all of Murim, Neung Bi Hon was the only one born with the Thunder God’s Constitution…
Unless there existed another Thunder God with such power in Murim, awakening the Thunder God Spirit would be impossible.
Bu Eunseol pondered for a moment, then her eyes suddenly brightened.
“The Thunder God Spirit is a force of nature. Then couldn’t we borrow the power of nature itself?”
“You truly are clever.”
Chim Wang Jong Ri Sa Hyeon nodded in acknowledgment.
“In the past, there was a Thunder God who awakened the Thunder God Spirit through such a method.”
He shook his head as he spoke.
“But it’s no longer possible.”
“If a Thunder God succeeded in the past, then we should be able to succeed as well.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon stared into the void as if frustrated.
“One must cause the Thunder God Force falling from the heavens to strike his body with absolute precision, and a medium would be needed to purify it and allow it to enter his body.”
His eyes blinked as if searching through distant memories, and he shook his head.
“Even you couldn’t accomplish such a thing.”
“What in this world is truly impossible?”
Bu Eunseol spoke with utmost seriousness.
“If you tell me the method, I will attempt it.”
“Your position within the Demon Hall could be shaken by such an act. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t matter, you say.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon’s expression grew puzzled.
“Are you not the successor to the Demon Hall? Why would you risk destabilizing your position to help him?”
Bu Eunseol had also lost family to the Samgye, so she harbored a deep sense of kinship with Neung Bi Hon.
Beyond that, she had received his aid on multiple occasions.
Therefore, it was only right that she repay that debt.
“As I said, I’ve received help from Elder Neung several times. Enemies of the Samgye attacked me, and Elder Neung came to my aid.”
“Such a thing occurred?”
“Yes. In fact, it happened twice.”
As the successor to the Demon Hall, Bu Eunseol’s movements were concealed from the Information Division.
And whenever she ventured outside, she always brought an appropriate escort with her.
Yet the Samgye would directly target the successor to the Demon Hall?
That made no sense.
“At times, I venture out without my subordinates to observe the state of affairs in Gangho.”
Bu Eunseol, having discerned Jong Ri Sa Hyeon’s suspicion, responded calmly and evasively.
“Each time, they seize the opportunity to strike.”
“I see.”
By nature, Jong Ri Sa Hyeon was a man prone to doubt.
Though her words contained obvious gaps, he did not press further.
For he did not regard her as an outsider, but rather as a suitable match for his beloved granddaughter.
For Jong Ri Sa Hyeon, who had walked the Righteous Path for generations, to consider a Demonic Path cultivator as a son-in-law was no simple matter.
Perhaps it had only become possible because he had encountered Bu Chanyang, a wanderer of the Demonic Path who was uninhibited by political entanglements, bold, and free-spirited.
“But you must think carefully. Even with your station, this is no easy task.”
“I will accomplish it. Please tell me the method.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon opened his mouth as if he had no choice.
“First, you must obtain the Divine Spirit Wooden Staff, a secret treasure of Ya Soo Gung. With it, you can properly receive the lightning that falls from the heavens—the Thunder Sealing Qi—into your body.”
Ya Soo Gung.
A mysterious sect located in Nam Man, it employs a wondrous secret art called the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Beasts, which allows it to command all animals scattered throughout Tianxia.
Beyond that, it was also renowned for its Beast Martial Arts, created by mimicking animal movements, and the Beast Force, a secret technique that grants the power of beasts.
The problem was that Ya Soo Gung had no contact with other sects whatsoever and maintained an absolute rule of never allowing outsiders within its walls.
“That is a difficult task.”
To enter Ya Soo Gung, which shunned contact with outsiders, and obtain their sacred treasure—it seemed nearly impossible.
But that was not the end.
“Next, to receive the Thunder Sealing Qi that falls from the heavens into your body, you must go to Mang Hon Valley.”
“Mang Hon Valley, you say.”
“Yes. You must obtain the Phantom Leaf Stone found there, so that you can draw the Thunder Sealing Qi into your body without damaging it.”
Mang Hon Valley.
Located in Nam Man like the others, it was a place where people gathered to live according to the principles of non-action and natural simplicity, rather than as an organized sect.
Only those who had endured suffering and anguish could enter that place.
And once inside, one could forget everything and live in happiness, or so the legends claimed.
In the past, families and sects who doubted the truth and intentions of Mang Hon Valley
had forcibly attempted to breach it multiple times.
―How could it be possible to make people forget everything and live happily?
―Mang Hon Valley must surely be an evil sect!
But the reality was entirely different.
It was truly a beautiful place like the legendary paradise of Wuling, where inhabitants cherished one another and lived simple, modest lives.
And the life there was so blissful that those who entered were said to have no desire to leave Mang Hon Valley.
‘Mang Hon Valley within Ya Soo Gung?’
Bu Eunseol’s mouth fell open.
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon’s claim of impossibility was no mere boast.
“But if it were only these two obstacles, there would surely be some way to overcome them.”
Then Jong Ri Sa Hyeon spoke.
“But because of the third task that must be accomplished, I say it is an impossible feat.”
“What is it?”
“A place where powerful divine lightning strikes constantly. That place is Yao Jian Plain, located within Shen Shui Gung.”
Bu Eunseol let out an inward gasp of admiration.
‘So that is why he said it was impossible.’
The Thunder God and the Water God had never been on good terms across generations.
Their powers were fundamentally opposed, and Lei Ling Men and Shen Shui Gung had maintained their conflict for ages.
There was no way the Master of Shen Shui Gung would open Yao Jian Plain to aid the Thunder God’s resurrection.
“What do you say?”
“It is an impossible task, but… I shall attempt it.”
“You truly intend to do this.”
“I do.”
“You must think carefully on this.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon observed the unwavering conviction burning in Bu Eunseol’s eyes and drew a deep breath.
“These three sects have no connection whatsoever to the Demonic Path, and they possess formidable power and influence. If you act rashly, it could escalate into a conflict between sects.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
But Bu Eunseol’s expression remained unchanged.
“I shall accomplish this without fail.”
Bu Eunseol had two compelling reasons to restore Neung Bi Hon’s power.
His injury had occurred because of her. And before losing his memories, Neung Bi Hon had discovered the true identity of Gwae Noin.
Once Neung Bi Hon regained his strength, those memories would return as well.
Then I could uncover that mysterious old man’s hidden identity and find him to strike him down.
“There is no helping it. I hope you succeed.”
“Thank you.”
Bu Eunseol bowed respectfully, clasping her hands together.
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon, though a figure of the Orthodox Sects, had offered her boundless counsel and concern despite being the Grand Patriarch of the Demonic Path.
For that alone, she could bow without hesitation.
‘Now that I think about it, this is different from last time.’
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon only now sensed something amiss.
When he had come to apologize for deceiving him about his identity back then… the atmosphere had felt somehow lighter.
And his progress in martial arts seemed to have stalled considerably.
But now, seeing him again, the aura of a peerless Grand Patriarch who gazed down upon all of Tianxia flowed forth abundantly.
And the atmosphere itself, like moonlight suspended in the night sky, was no longer constrained, was it?
‘That fellow truly pleases me.’
Before, I had accepted his apology, but I thought him incompatible with my daughter.
But now, seeing him, wouldn’t I even turn my back on Tianxia itself to make him my son-in-law?
“Ahem, come to think of it, I did hear about this from Sa Yu before.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon cleared his throat.
“Has your resolve remained unchanged since then?”
Bu Eunseol had not received a proper explanation from Seo Jin Ha.
But judging from the warmth and goodwill in Jong Ri Sa Hyeon’s eyes, she could sense that things had not been resolved poorly.
“It remains… as I stated.”
As Bu Eunseol hedged, Jong Ri Sa Hyeon let out an exasperated sound.
“You’re quite frustrating. How can the successor of the Ten Demonic Gates hesitate and feel embarrassed like some nun from Hyun Moon?”
As Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened, Jong Ri Sa Hyeon spoke in a familiar tone.
“Youth and beauty fade like flowers in spring—they are but fleeting moments that do not endure.”
“….”
“Otherwise, that girl will spend her precious years wandering Gangho dispensing medicine, and her bloom will wither away.”
In that moment, the radiant smile of Seo Jin Ha as he left the Jongri Estate flashed through Bu Eunseol’s mind.
‘Could he have made some reckless promise?’
“I have much work that must be done.”
“Yes, so you said. And Sa Yu understands this as well.”
From his response, it seemed fortunately that Seo Jin Ha had not made any hollow promises.
“Neung Bi Hon’s body will recover soon.”
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon spoke in a resigned, quiet voice.
“But do not overexert yourself under any circumstances. After all, they are merely factions from Sae Oe, and touching them will only invite troublesome complications.”
Bu Eunseol clasped her hands together once more with utmost respect.
“I understand. Thank you.”
Neung Bi Hon sat in the Recovery Chamber of the Jongri Estate, eating.
Jong Ri Sa Hyeon’s acupuncture and medical arts were efficacious, having healed all the internal and external injuries he had sustained.
However, because his Thunder Meridian had been damaged and his Thunder Divine Essence had vanished, he had lost both his power and memories as the Thunder God.
Slurp. Slurrrp.
He was eating thin noodles in a steaming broth laden with meat, provided by the members of the Jongri Estate.
He ate with relish, like a man who had starved for days.
In that moment, he bore no resemblance to the Thunder God who shook the heavens—instead, he resembled an innocent scholar.
“Brother Neung.”
As Bu Eunseol opened the door and entered, Neung Bi Hon wiped his mouth and smiled warmly.
“You’ve come.”
“Will you recognize me?”
From Seon Woo Jin’s form to Seol So’s form.
Even now, having shifted into Bu Eunseol’s appearance, he recognized me without hesitation.
“Of course I do. Aren’t you my brother?”
Neung Bi Hon spoke with a low chuckle.
“Changing one’s face is a simple matter for those of the Murim.”
As I gazed upon his pure smile, my chest suddenly ached.
Neung Bi Hon—his body and mind shattered by the Samgye, living only for vengeance, until finally losing all memory.
Yet now he appeared as a refined scholar with a serene smile.
As though he had always lived cherishing only joyful memories.
In that instant, a strange conflict arose within my heart.
‘Is it truly right for him to regain his strength?’
Neung Bi Hon, who witnessed the tragic deaths of his son and wife, had lived as a madman under the weight of that shock.
Yet the expression of the memory-lost Neung Bi Hon appeared infinitely at peace.
‘Brother Neung.’
I bit my lip.
Having suffered so long.
He deserved the right to forget.
If someone wished to forget their past, one must never stand in their way.
“You look as though you’re about to weep.”
Then Neung Bi Hon made a peculiar observation.
“Like a child bearing a sorrowful yet resolute expression.”

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