The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 579

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Chapter 579.
The Elite Division was granted full leave.
The official reason was their tireless efforts without a single day of rest until now.
But all the Elite Division members knew the truth.
It was for Seon Woo Jin, who had been unjustly branded a traitor. And to quell the unsettled public opinion within the Murim Alliance.
Fortunately, Tae Mu Ryong, who had disappeared after leaving the Murim Alliance, returned safely.
According to the investigation, he had been ambushed by assassins sent by Yong Ban Jeon Ju and fell off a cliff, but miraculously survived.
The senior members of the Murim Alliance were relieved.
If Tae Mu Ryong had died miserably? A thorough investigation into his death would have begun, and ultimately Yong Myeong’s misdeeds would have been exposed to the entire world.
The Murim Alliance went through the motions of investigating the matter.
But because the culprit, Yong Ban Jeon Ju, was dead, they were able to let this incident fade away quietly.
―At that time, the Lord had gone to rescue the Vice Lord.
However, all the members, including Jeong Jong Do, knew that Bu Eunseol and Tae Mu Ryong were hiding the truth.
But they asked nothing.
They were simply grateful that Tae Mu Ryong had returned safely.
Jeol Jeong Gak of the Murim Alliance, Seon Woo Jin’s office.
“Now, all truths must be revealed.”
Bu Eunseol, who had sealed the interior with a qi barrier to prevent sound from escaping,
summoned Tae Mu Ryong, Jeong Jong Do, and all the Elite Division members.
Especially Tae Mu Ryong, standing at the front, looked far healthier than before.
He had consumed the Soul Recovery Pill and Azure Spirit Stone Oil, completely restoring his severed meridians.
Moreover, while receiving treatment from Gyo Jung Hak at the An Ga of the Demon Palace, he had consumed several spirit pills including the Demonic Suppression Pill.
Thanks to this, his cultivation had increased by more than a full decade, and his aura and qi had changed considerably.
“I am a person of the Demonic Path.”
Bu Eunseol revealed her true manner of speech and qi.
“My true identity is a disciple of Nangya Sect and the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju of the Demon Palace.”
She explained her true identity to the members.
And that she had entered the Murim Alliance to find the enemy who killed her grandfather.
She detailed everything to the members.
―The Lord is… the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.
But unexpectedly,
Tae Mu Ryong, Jeong Jong Do, and the members were not particularly shocked.
The Elite Division was the Information Division, and all its members were carefully selected elite operatives who had received advanced training from Bu Eunseol.
They had already discerned that Bu Eunseol was always concealing her abilities and possessed potential beyond imagination.
So the fact that she was the successor of the Demon Palace, destined to rule the next generation of the Demonic Path, was not particularly surprising.
“We didn’t know the Lord was the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
Then Jeong Jong Do shrugged and spoke.
“But we had already suspected that the Lord was a person of the Demonic Path.”
Bu Eunseol wore an expression of surprise.
It was only one slip-up before Tae Mu Ryong that had revealed anything.
So all the Team Members had already suspected that I was a figure from the Demonic Path?
Could there have been a flaw I hadn’t noticed until now?
“You used the Divine Method right in front of us, Lord.”
Jeong Jong Do spoke with a smile.
“Perhaps at that moment, when Vice-Lord Tae Mu Ryong was in danger, you were too distracted to notice.”
When Bu Eunseol heard that Tae Mu Ryong had fallen into peril, she unconsciously drew upon her brain-spirit energy and unleashed the Divine Method.
The Elite Division members had discerned from that single technique alone that Bu Eunseol was a master of the Demonic Path.
“I see. I had no idea.”
Tae Mu Ryong spoke with a laugh.
“In truth, ever since Hell Blood Castle, the Team Members have suspected that you possessed another identity.”
“That can’t be.”
“Had you trained us adequately, perhaps we might not have noticed. But you cultivated us far too skillfully.”
At that, Gye Muk, standing at the front of the group, spoke with a smile.
“Precisely. No matter what, how could we possibly fail to see your true nature?”
Bu Eunseol had devoted herself entirely to training the Elite Division members so that one day they would all stand tall in the Gangho.
She had poured her heart and soul into their cultivation.
As a result, each member of the Elite Division had become an elite intelligence operative of exceptional skill, worthy of recognition throughout the Murim.
Moreover, all the Team Members devoted their sincerity and attention to Bu Eunseol, which allowed them to detect the peculiarities in her.
“We have returned to the Murim Alliance in accordance with Vice-Lord Bu’s wishes.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with resolve.
“But if even a single member among you were to object, I would leave the Murim Alliance immediately.”
All the Team Members stood in solemn formation, and not a soul raised an objection.
They had long ago sworn to dedicate their lives to Bu Eunseol.
Whether Demonic Path or Orthodox Sect mattered not—such distinctions held no meaning for them.
‘So that’s how it is.’
Bu Eunseol finally understood the hearts of her Team Members.
They possessed a loyalty so profound that they would unhesitatingly lay down their lives for her.
So what did it matter whether one was of the Demonic Path or the Orthodox Sect?
“Very well. Then we shall continue to remain within the Murim Alliance.”
Bu Eunseol took a deep breath and addressed the Team Members in her natural manner and tone.
“I shall now speak the foremost principle that all Team Members, including myself, must henceforth uphold.”
The Team Members straightened their posture, their eyes gleaming with intensity.
Even if ordered to die on the spot, they would comply without hesitation.
“Our Main Force is one. If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together.”
In that moment, satisfied smiles bloomed across the faces of the previously tense Team Members.
Bu Eunseol was a divine being beyond emulation, a figure rewriting the very history of the Murim.
For such a person to declare that they would live together and die together…
There could be no greater honor.
“Enjoy this respite. The trials ahead will be far more arduous.”
Bu Eunseol offered her Team Members a smile.
From this moment forward, no matter what trials arise, I will face them alongside my team members. And what I must show them is a bright smile filled with hope.
Having obtained a month’s leave from the Murim Alliance, Bu Eunseol departed and exchanged identities with Seo Jin Ha.
She then sent Seo Jin Ha to the Seon Hwa Merchant Guild to rest at ease.
She hoped that Seo Jin Ha, as Seon Woo Jin, would enjoy a peaceful respite away from the brutal world of Murim for a time.
[There’s urgent news I must relay.]
As Bu Eunseol approached the mining area after leaving Hanam, So Yo sent her a long-distance telepathic message.
A flash of light flickered across Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she silently absorbed the contents.
‘How audacious. They dare.’
Lost in deep contemplation, weighing something in her mind, she sent another telepathic message in return.
[Select the fastest team members at once and send them to Sae Oe. And….]
After issuing several instructions to So Yo, Bu Eunseol added one final note.
[Timing is critical in this matter. You must not be late under any circumstances.]
[Understood. I’ll depart immediately.]
So Yo, having absorbed all of Bu Eunseol’s orders, quietly slipped away from the mining area.
Just as Bu Eunseol was about to deploy her lightness technique, she gazed in the direction So Yo had departed, her expression vacant.
Under normal circumstances, she would have felt only a brief pang of guilt for So Yo’s hardship before immediately returning to the Demon Palace to handle accumulated duties.
But the recent incident at the Murim Alliance had left her heart in turmoil.
‘I came to Gangho for vengeance, not to ruin the futures of these spirited young talents.’
Her journey to Gangho had been chosen solely for revenge.
The alliance between the Demon Palace and Murim was likewise.
It was meant to be merely a temporary dwelling for her vengeance, yet in both the Demon Palace and the Murim Alliance, she had gained loyal subordinates willing to stake their lives for her.
But Bu Eunseol harbored a conviction in her heart.
The members of the Elite Division, should they learn her true identity and her true purpose, would surely be greatly disappointed and cease to follow her.
Yet this was her delusion.
They cared not whether she belonged to the Orthodox Sects or the Evil Sects, nor what purpose she harbored.
Absolute loyalty.
Without a second thought, they followed Bu Eunseol with their very lives on the line.
It was moving, yet Bu Eunseol felt a profound burden in her heart.
‘I feel apologetic toward those Sayoung Battle Division members.’
When she returned to the Demon Palace, just as with the Elite Division,
the subordinates of the Sayoung Battle Division who pledged their loyalty with their lives awaited her.
But now she had no face to show them.
From Bu Eunseol’s perspective, they were like family, yet the lords of the Sayoung Battle Division would never acknowledge the Orthodox Sects or the Elite Division.
‘For now, let me forget both the Demon Palace and the Murim Alliance.’
As her thoughts grew complicated, Bu Eunseol did not return to the Demon Palace.
Instead, like a wanderer who had lost his destination, she drifted aimlessly through Gangho.
Whenever she spotted a quiet tavern devoid of people, she would enter and drink.
She always slept in cheap inns.
Having arrived near Sichuan, she once again rented a room at a shabby inn and sought out a dingy tavern to drink.
Gulp, gulp.
I ordered cheap baijiu by the bottle and drank it down with single-minded focus, as though drinking were my sole purpose in this world.
“Ahh.”
Setting down my cup, I exhaled a deeply satisfied sigh.
People drink to forget the anguish and suffering they feel in life.
I had never lived a leisurely life where I could drink away my sorrows with abandon.
I had counted every moment, calculated and weighed countless things with each passing second.
When suffering arose, I had purged it through martial cultivation and meditation—never through drink.
But now, I…
I was drinking without calculation, without refinement, without thought.
Like a dissolute wanderer.
I was merely reminiscing about the past, using those memories as my drinking companion.
‘Grandfather.’
In the brimming cup, my kind grandfather’s face seemed to shimmer before me.
For me, happy memories existed only in recollections of him.
Bu Chanyang was my sky and earth, my parent and my friend.
Every scrap of knowledge and thought in my mind, he had instilled in me.
Even now, as a martial artist, the secrets he had transmitted still protected my body.
Though time should have worn them thin.
Perhaps the reason I still hunger so fiercely for vengeance is…
Because everything that fills my body,
Was given to me by my grandfather Bu Chanyang.
Gulp, gulp.
I sealed my lips with the bottle once more and closed my eyes.
When I drink with my eyes shut like this,
The potent liquid that descends into my belly
Rises back into my mind, making memories of days past vivid and sharp.
And so I drank and drank, using those surfacing recollections as my companion.
Thump, thump.
Late into the night, I emerged from the tavern onto the streets.
I could not remember how many bottles I had consumed.
Perhaps my body understood my anguish.
Normally, my physique would have purged the intoxication instantly—yet it held onto the drunkenness, letting it linger.
Thanks to this, I could exhale sweetly and stumble forward.
The way my grandfather had so desperately wished…
Like an ordinary person.
‘If I had lived quietly as a Yeomsa member, grandfather would have been even happier.’
I laughed weakly.
Living an ordinary life was something I too desired.
But I cannot live forgetting those who killed my grandfather so brutally.
Rather than that, I would have taken my own life.
Thud-thud.
Thus did he stagger toward the shabby Inn where he was lodging.
Upon reaching the empty Open Ground, Bu Eunseol came to a halt.
And she sighed deeply.
“Even intoxication is a luxury I cannot afford, it seems.”
Whissssh.
In that same instant, the sound of millions of insects scattering filled the air.
Before she knew it, dozens of Black Shadows had encircled Bu Eunseol.
Crack.
The shadows suddenly parted with precision to both sides, and a man clad in ornate silk robes stepped toward Bu Eunseol.
His visage, reflected in the moonlight, was handsome enough to make one’s eyes widen.
Yet his gaze was sharp and narrowly slitted, lending him a somewhat sinister appearance.
“How curious.”
The man spoke with a smile.
“The Muk Hon Ryeong Ju who commands the Ma Do Cheon Ha, drinking cheap wine like a vagrant and sleeping in a squalid inn.”
Bu Eunseol’s gaze was fixed not on the man’s face, but on his blade.
The sword he wore had an exceptionally broad blade, its scabbard and hilt both dyed in silver.
It was none other than the Blood Flame Sword wielded by the masters of the Blood-Dyed Sword School.
“You come from the Blood-Dyed Sword School.”
At Bu Eunseol’s question, the man clasped his hands together with confident bearing.
“Do Yong Rin, at your service.”
Bu Eunseol raised one eyebrow.
So this was Do Yong Rin, the second successor who had taken Do Cheon Rin’s place as heir to the Blood-Dyed Sword School—the one known as Shocking Heavens Single Blade.
“What brings you here.”
“I shall soon inherit the position of patriarch of the Blood-Dyed Sword School.”
Do Yong Rin continued with a somewhat arrogant expression.
“I visited the Chong Gyo Ryeong and the Demon Hall, but since the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju I wished to meet was not present, I came seeking you with all haste.”
Bu Eunseol muttered as though annoyed.
“Now that you’ve seen me, you should be satisfied.”
As she turned to leave, Do Yong Rin spoke.
“Did not your elder brother Do Cheon Rin suffer humiliation at the hands of the Ryeong Ju and subsequently depart from the Blood-Dyed Sword School?”
When Bu Eunseol stopped in her tracks, Do Yong Rin smiled faintly.
“My elder brother neglected his martial training while learning all manner of skills and arts under the guise of imperial education.”
“….”
“I came hoping you would understand that point.”
Now it became clear that Do Yong Rin, as the new heir of the Blood-Dyed Sword School,
had come to reclaim some measure of pride and restore his dignity after the humiliations Bu Eunseol had inflicted upon his sect.
“Do Cheon Rin neglected his martial cultivation…you say?”
“Indeed.”
Do Yong Rin wore a confident smile.
“I will soon take the position of family head. When that time comes, it will become awkward to speak with Ryeong Ju in this manner.”
“….”
“That is why the family head ordered me to ensure Ryeong Ju understands this point clearly.”
‘A lie.’
Bu Eunseol exhaled through her nose.
There was no way Do Mu Jeok, a master of such caliber, could fail to discern Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess.
He would never have been ordered to provoke her.
‘Merely excessive confidence.’
Bu Eunseol could deduce the entire situation.
Do Yong Rin believed he had surpassed Do Cheon Rin, who had long enjoyed great renown, through his own abilities.
Unable to contain his joy at soon inheriting the position of family head, he had come to provoke Bu Eunseol.
She was, after all, the very one who had dealt bitter defeats to the Blood-Dyed Sword School multiple times.
“I see.”
Bu Eunseol turned away as though her opponent was beneath her notice.
“Now that I understand, you may return.”
As she walked away with casual steps, Do Yong Rin’s brow furrowed.
To turn away so comfortably before him—
Was that not an attitude that revealed the vast disparity in martial skill between them?
“You’re simply leaving?”
Do Yong Rin provoked her once more.
“Since we’ve met like this, it would be good if you offered some instruction.”
“What instruction could there be?”
Bu Eunseol spoke matter-of-factly.
“I merely defeated someone from the Blood-Dyed Sword School who neglected their martial cultivation, as you yourself said.”
Thump.
Thick veins bulged across Do Yong Rin’s forehead.
Though he had intended to crush Bu Eunseol with his words, she had instead turned them into an insult toward the Blood-Dyed Sword School itself.
“How disappointing. So the position of Muk Hon Ryeong Ju was obtained through loose talk alone.”
Thud.
Bu Eunseol stopped walking.
It was not from anger.
Normally, she would not have bothered with such a pup.
But she had detected a blatant gaze from afar—leaving her no choice in the matter.
“Had you been Do Cheon Rin, we would have made prior arrangements. Because you would have wished to face me at my best.”
Bu Eunseol turned her head and exhaled sharply through her nose.
“Yet you provoked me knowing full well that I have drunk heavily.”
“….”
“By that alone, you cannot match Do Cheon Rin’s caliber.”
Do Yong Rin furrowed his brow and spoke.
“How could a master like Ryeong Ju become intoxicated from merely a few cups of wine?”
“To achieve a proper duel, one must elevate both body and spirit to their absolute peak. There is no room for even a single mistake.”
Bu Eunseol smiled coldly.
“It seems the Second Young Master of the Blood Flame Sect has yet to grasp such principles.”
“Teaching through words alone feels somewhat lacking.”
“Do Yong Rin.”
Bu Eunseol exhaled deeply and spoke with gravity.
“Your martial prowess is so inadequate that it would be shameful to call you even a minor lord of the Blood Flame Sect. Your patriarch surely recognizes this, which is why he must be troubled.”
“What did you just say?”
“Return to the Blood Flame Sect and undergo three years of secluded cultivation. Once you show progress, then you may aspire to the patriarch’s seat again.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head and sighed deeply as she spoke.
“This is sincere counsel from my heart.”
Then she turned and began walking away with measured steps.
“You’ve been saying this the whole time.”
Do Yong Rin, seething with rage, blocked her path.
“Shouldn’t you demonstrate a technique before offering such advice?”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol exhaled a sigh so profound it seemed the earth itself trembled.
Do Yong Rin possessed exceptional martial bones, yet compared to the renowned warriors of the next generation, his skill fell considerably short.
He couldn’t even guarantee victory against Seo Jin Ha or Yu Woon Ryong, yet he dared challenge her with such confidence.
‘As the saying goes, Murim practitioners only shed tears when they see the coffin.’
Bu Eunseol recalled the proverb that circulated throughout Gangho and nodded to herself.
It seemed today she would set aside her melancholy.
She would have to enlighten the frog dwelling in the Blood Flame Sect.
“Very well. Display your martial arts.”
Bu Eunseol spoke matter-of-factly, arms crossed.
“But give it your all. Leave no room for regret.”
“Pointless words.”
*Shing.*
Do Yong Rin immediately drew the Blood Flame Sword.
Silver radiance spread in all directions as a keen sword aura began to emanate.
“Draw your weapon.”
“If you force me to draw my weapon, I’ll count that as your victory.”
“Hehehehe, hahaha!”
“….”
“Your confidence is truly remarkable.”
Do Yong Rin let out a sharp cry and immediately unleashed the Blood Flame Sword Technique.
“Do not regret this!”
*Whoooosh!*
A rainbow-hued sword aura painted the night sky before pouring down upon Bu Eunseol.

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