The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 56

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Chapter 56.
Bu Eunseol had been assigned the task of eliminating the Nam Sa Gok assassins operating in Ayang.
As night fell, she attempted to infiltrate the Nam Sa Gok headquarters located beyond the South Gate with utmost stealth.
But then, assassins suddenly burst forth and began moving somewhere—was this not suspicious?
Sensing something amiss, Bu Eunseol quietly pursued the assassins and discovered them attacking disciples of the Hyungsan Sect.
‘They’ve truly become hopeless.’
Bu Eunseol sighed softly as she observed the Hyungsan Sect’s swordplay against the assassins.
Superior martial techniques? Secret cultivation methods?
Such things were not necessarily required to sever an enemy’s life. What truly mattered was an intense will to kill and unwavering confidence.
Yet the Hyungsan Sect disciples had lost both their will to kill and their confidence entirely.
Instead, their expressions showed frustration each time they unleashed their swordplay.
‘They won’t last even a quarter hour.’
Bu Eunseol exhaled softly through her nose as she watched the battle between the Hyungsan Sect and the assassins.
And indeed, not even a quarter hour had passed before all the Hyungsan Sect disciples except Myeong Woon lay wounded and collapsed on the ground.
“Who are you!”
At the leader assassin’s cry, Bu Eunseol snapped from her reverie.
“Who am I, you ask.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes, hidden behind her mask, narrowed into a smile. The assassins felt their spines chill at that gaze.
“Kill this one immediately—”
The assassin’s words never finished.
Without hesitation, Bu Eunseol, having already resolved to annihilate the Nam Sa Gok assassins, suddenly drew her blade and pierced the assassin’s throat.
“Gack.”
With a strangled gasp, the assassin collapsed like a felled log.
The remaining assassins then began to encircle Bu Eunseol.
Swish, swish, swish, swish.
The assassins divided into two groups and circled around Bu Eunseol.
Like two serpents coiling around each other, their movements were dizzying—they had deployed the Venom Fang Formation, Nam Sa Gok’s pride.
“Pointless movements.”
The Venom Fang Formation, with its characteristic dazzling formation patterns, should normally induce dizziness merely from observation.
Yet to Bu Eunseol’s eyes, trained in the Beast Path, their movements were crystal clear.
“To confuse an enemy, one must move with speed.”
Bu Eunseol thrust her blade without hesitation toward the left flank.
“Ugh.”
Simultaneously, a groan burst from the mouth of another assassin pierced by her blade.
Though Bu Eunseol’s strikes seemed random, they invariably targeted the weak points of the Venom Fang Formation.
Crack, crack!
As Bu Eunseol effortlessly disrupted the formation, one of the assassins cried out.
“A master of formation-breaking! Fall back and launch projectiles from a distance!”
The assassins retreated backward to create distance from Bu Eunseol.
But that was their mistake.
“Who discusses their strategy in front of the enemy?”
Bu Eunseol unfurled the Extreme Speed Shadow Technique, weaving through the assassins scattered in all directions and dispatching them one by one.
“Ugh….”
Terror flickered in the eyes of the assassins as they watched their comrades fall.
Retreat was forbidden. Surrender was forbidden.
Bu Eunseol’s blade, moving like a phantom, methodically severed the lifelines of the assassins.
‘Their skill is nothing remarkable.’
Until now, I had only faced masters who stood above me in the Gangho.
From my perspective, these Nam Sa Gok assassins possessed only numbers. Their actual skill felt mediocre.
“It’s all or nothing!”
Realizing they could not escape from my grasp, the assassins launched a coordinated assault.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
As twenty-odd blades descended, their momentum resembled a tidal wave.
Bu Eunseol gazed calmly at the blades pouring from all sides, then her eyes flashed with insight.
The assassins’ swordplay was less about technique and more about manifesting their killing intent through action.
‘In other words, intent itself becomes an excellent technique.’
My blade moved naturally as I observed the descending swords.
‘And intent can be converted into momentum.’
Having gained this understanding, Bu Eunseol naturally concealed her moving blade behind her back.
“…!”
In that instant, the assassins felt a strange pressure at their fingertips, and the blades they gripped suddenly moved in an unnatural direction.
“What is this!”
The assassins, bewildered, swung their blades again desperately.
But Bu Eunseol raised her blade once more, assuming that strange posture.
Ching!
Then the thrusting blades began colliding with one another.
“It’s Sword Extreme Momentum!”
Recognizing that Bu Eunseol had unleashed Sword Extreme Momentum—a technique only masters of the blade could employ—the assassins panicked and retreated.
“Is there no other technique you possess?”
As Bu Eunseol approached with an expressionless face, the assassins flinched and stepped back once more.
“So Nam Sa Gok is merely at this level.”
Bu Eunseol made no effort to hide her disappointment.
Back on Hell Island, boy assassins not yet in their twenties had employed all manner of grotesque methods to kill one another.
Poison and hidden weapons were merely the basics—some even wagered their comrades’ lives or their own, attempting mutual destruction.
‘To think Nam Sa Gok, an assassin organization of the Gangho, possessed such mediocre skill.’
In truth, it was not that Nam Sa Gok was weak, but rather that my own strength had increased dramatically.
Yet I remained entirely unaware of my own power.
“Don’t get cocky!”
Then one of the assassins glared at Bu Eunseol and shouted.
“Our sect will surely eliminate you!”
Crack!
A grotesque sound echoed from within the assassins’ mouths.
Simultaneously, dark crimson blood began trickling from their lips.
Realizing they could neither defeat Bu Eunseol nor escape with their own abilities, they had bitten down on the poisoned false teeth they carried.
Thud. Thud.
As the assassins collapsed like felled logs,
“Uuugh…”
With the assassins dead, only groans echoed through the forest.
Turning back, I saw the surviving disciples of the Hyungsan Sect weeping.
It was not from pain, but from shame.
―Nine of them together could not overcome these assassins, yet this young masked figure had faced them alone.
Whoosh.
Ok Ki Heun wiped away his tears and approached Bu Eunseol with unsteady steps, clasping his hands together.
“Thank you for your aid. Benefactor.”
“Do not misunderstand.”
Bu Eunseol turned away and spoke coldly.
“I did not help you for your sake.”
“Still… as a result, our sect’s disciples have been saved, and it is all thanks to your kindness.”
“Think as you wish.”
As Bu Eunseol turned to leave in silence, Myeong Woon suddenly staggered forward.
“Benefactor!”
Myeong Woon spoke, biting his lip.
“Please tell me your name. I swear our sect will repay this debt in the future!”
Bu Eunseol gazed into Myeong Woon’s blazing eyes.
The playful demeanor and carefree manner of a wine-loving idler had vanished, replaced by the eyes of a warrior pursuing strength.
“Give up drinking.”
“Pardon?”
As the bewildered Myeong Woon widened his eyes,
….
The masked figure who had been standing before him had completely vanished.
“Give up drinking, she said…”
As Myeong Woon murmured, Hong Jeon Gun beside him spoke.
“Could it be… the incarnation of Neung Ryeong, our Grand Ancestor, who ascended to immortality and vanished?”
Neung Ryeong, who had disappeared without leaving behind any martial secrets or techniques.
The martial world believed he had gone missing, but the Hyungsan Sect held faith that he had suddenly ascended to the celestial realm and become an immortal.
“That cannot be.”
Ok Ki Heun, hearing this, spoke with a deflated expression.
“The benefactor’s swordsmanship was closer to the Demonic Path. How could it be Neung Ryeong, our Grand Ancestor?”
“Is that so?”
As Hong Jeon Gun scratched his head, Myeong Woon shook his head.
“His swordplay adapted with each movement of his opponent.”
“What?”
“He was employing the Sword Extreme Technique as well. For someone his age to wield such techniques, he must be a renowned rising master of the Demonic Path… yet there’s no way he would help our sect.”
Hong Jeon Gun spoke in response to Myeong Woon’s words.
“I truly cannot fathom it. Which sect’s master could he possibly be?”
“It matters not.”
Ok Ki Heun spoke with a forceful voice.
“He saved the lives of our sect’s disciples. Regardless of the circumstances, we must repay this debt of gratitude. And to do so… we must grow stronger!”
All the disciples nodded at his words.
The Hyungsan Sect, which had fallen into despair after losing its martial arts.
Yet through this incident, they reclaimed the fighting spirit and ambition they had lost.
The dormant talents of the Hyungsan Sect stretched their limbs once more, determined to recreate the glory of their past.
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Time flows like light and shadow. The years passed like flowing water.
Six months had elapsed since Bu Eunseol entered the Ak Yang Branch of the Guusal Unit.
During that time, I had processed missions without rest.
Assassinations, reconnaissance, intelligence gathering, theft of treasures and artifacts, background investigations of targets, elimination of hostile sects or partial destruction of facilities…
Rather than specializing in a single task, I had handled all incoming assignments across every field without hesitation.
To grow stronger.
It did not necessarily require fighting enemies with weapons drawn.
It meant analyzing situations with a clear mind, responding to unexpected circumstances, and through diverse experiences, reaching conclusions faster than others.
I had come to understand that this was true strength.
―What in the world is happening at the Ak Yang Branch?
As difficult missions that had remained unsolved were suddenly being processed one after another, the leadership of the Demon Hall began to take notice of the Ak Yang Branch.
―Agent Eighteen. All matters of the Ak Yang Branch have been handled by this individual.
Agent Eighteen of the Ak Yang Branch.
Typically, operatives handle only missions within their area of expertise.
But he accepted any mission without discrimination and completed them all. Moreover, he finished them faster than anyone else, and never once left a trace.
―How intriguing.
Eventually, the leadership of the Demon Hall expressed interest and curiosity regarding Agent Eighteen.
And as a result, Bu Eunseol found herself in an unexpected situation.
Within the Hoehyeon Old Book Store, in a secret chamber.
Bu Eunseol stood with her brow deeply furrowed, regarding Sang Ryang and Ma Woon.
This was because Sang Ryang was saying something far too absurd.
“Protection detail?”
The Guusal Unit handles all manner of impossible tasks. Yet among them, there exists no such assignment as protection detail.
“Indeed.”
“I refuse.”
Bu Eunseol, who had been standing silently with her arms crossed, turned away coldly.
After six months of weathering the storms of Gangho, Bu Eunseol’s manner of speech had become as cold and sharp as that of any seasoned veteran of the martial world.
“I’ve come as a member of the Guusal Unit.”
“Wait, just hear me out for a moment.”
Sang Ryang’s tone and demeanor were extraordinarily cautious.
And for good reason—the Ak Yang Branch had reached a point where it could no longer function without Bu Eunseol.
Having attracted the attention of the Demon Hall’s upper echelon through her flawless execution of assignments, the most heinous missions that other operatives couldn’t even touch had begun to pile up on her desk.
“This is a mission that came down directly from the higher-ups.”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed with reflection from the lamplight.
“Then this is a priority order, is it?”
“Hmm… not exactly a priority order, but something similar.”
Sang Ryang scratched his head and let out a sigh.
“It’s just that the ‘priority order’ stamp isn’t affixed to it.”
“I don’t quite understand what you mean.”
“It’s a mission that neither you nor I can refuse. It didn’t come down as a Guusal Unit assignment—it’s a direct order to this branch itself. Ma Woon.”
At Sang Ryang’s words, Ma Woon extended the letter he’d been holding toward Bu Eunseol.
“….”
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed as she gazed at the letter.
The contents were straightforward.
Go to the designated meeting point where the protection target is located and follow their orders. The mission ends the moment the protection target leaves Ayang.
In other words, she was to remain at their side for as long as the protection target stayed in Ayang.
“Who is the protection target?”
Ma Woon shook his head at Bu Eunseol’s question.
“I don’t know. All I know is that the protection target came to Ayang for sightseeing….”
‘This must be someone of considerable status.’
In other words, the higher-ups had directly issued a protection assignment for someone who was merely visiting for leisure.
Which meant the protection target was either a major figure in the Demonic Path or someone directly connected to the upper echelon of the Demon Hall.
“A direct branch assignment….”
When Bu Eunseol’s expression turned displeased, Ma Woon spoke up.
“In exchange, the compensation is quite generous. Ten thousand taels per day…. It’s been set at a level equivalent to a priority order.”
Ten thousand taels per day.
If it were ten days, that would be one hundred thousand taels—a fortune substantial enough that one could retire immediately and live in luxury for the rest of their life.
“I’d rather take on a different assignment.”
“You’re refusing a job worth ten thousand taels a day?”
“I don’t need money.”
“But it’s an assignment from the higher-ups?”
“So what.”
At Bu Eunseol’s blunt response, the pupils of both Sang Ryang and Ma Woon flooded with terror.
―This madwoman is the type who would refuse orders from the higher-ups and still have plenty of room to spare!

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