The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 590

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Chapter 590.
“Thorough, aren’t they.”
Do Cheon Rin clicked his tongue.
“Though I suppose that’s how they’ve managed to hide their true nature for centuries.”
“Hmm.”
“The fact that they need to drink deeply from both our blood… that means they’re selecting only the strongest among those who possess demon blades. Isn’t that an absurd standard?”
Do Cheon Rin shook his head in disbelief.
“How many masters in the Murim could possibly match your strength and mine?”
In the past, Bu Eunseol would have agreed with that assessment.
But considering everything she had experienced since then.
The Murim harbored many individuals whose martial arts held no sway, or who wielded mysterious powers beyond conventional understanding.
In other words, the current Gangho was not a realm where martial prowess alone determined absolute strength.
Cheon Joon and Jisalseong, as well as the Sungwi Unit’s leader Baek Ri Mu Jo, all wielded incomprehensible forces layered upon one another.
And Yang Seol Rin herself wielded a power entirely distinct from martial arts.
Even I myself.
Was I not employing the mysterious power of Otherworldly Qi as my final trump card, alongside Harmony?
“Perhaps the measure of strength isn’t determined solely by martial superiority.”
“Not solely by martial superiority?”
“The Murim is filled with those who possess mysterious powers.”
Bu Eunseol calmly explained her encounters with Cheon Joon, Jisalseong, and Yang Seol Rin.
“…If they scattered the demon blades seeking vessels capable of wielding grand sorcery or mystical arts, then it’s not merely about being a strong master—there could be specific conditions involved.”
“It seems we’ve returned to the ancient Murim where sorcery ran rampant.”
Do Cheon Rin shook his head slowly.
“Then why not send a massive force to Lengyue Island and uproot Gang Og Ji entirely?”
“Sam Gye’s intelligence network still maintains an overwhelming advantage.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“If word spreads that I’m leading a great army to Gang Og Ji, they could seal off Lengyue Island itself.”
“I see.”
“I must first go to Lengyue Island to investigate what they’re doing and what schemes they’re orchestrating, only then should I dispatch a large force.”
“Sigh.”
Do Cheon Rin took a deep breath.
Bu Eunseol, as the successor to the Demon Palace, possessed exceptional talent and capable subordinates, and could mobilize thousands or tens of thousands of troops if she wished.
Yet against Sam Gye, such forces proved utterly useless.
“You’ve been fighting alone all this time, haven’t you.”
Do Cheon Rin could sense it.
That Bu Eunseol had always faced them by herself.
To confront Sam Gye, with its formidable intelligence apparatus and immeasurable power.
Only he, a supreme master who had reached the pinnacle of transcendence, could methodically pursue each thread and defeat them one by one.
“Must it necessarily be that way?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sam Gye,” I said.
Do Cheon Rin found himself interfering with another’s philosophy for the first time in his life.
“There’s no need for you to risk your life eliminating them.”
“It’s merely a step in my path to vengeance.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with measured calm.
“I cannot abide those who treat people as chess pieces and conduct cruel experiments.”
“Hmm.”
Do Cheon Rin shrugged with an air of resignation.
Bu Eunseol would break through any trial, no matter how perilous, without hesitation.
Further interference would only be tiresome meddling.
“Then, is there nothing more I can do to help?”
“No. You’ve helped enough.”
Bu Eunseol replied matter-of-factly.
“This matter must be handled with utmost discretion and silence. After all, the Gwi Il Gye has never truly clashed with worthy opponents until now.”
“Whatever lies on Lengyue Island, we can certainly dismantle the entire Sam Gye organization in one sweep.”
Do Cheon Rin drew a deep breath and smiled faintly.
“Go carefully.”
Concern weighed heavily on him, yet what was needed now was not worry but encouragement.
It was all he could offer her.
Somewhere along the way, Do Cheon Rin had become
just like Bu Eunseol’s other companions—placing infinite trust in her.

* * *
Blood Wolf—Xiao Zhen Tian.
That was the epithet and name of the one who had possessed this Wol Young Ma Jon.
He was an assassin from the Qing Sha Men, blessed with extraordinary talent in martial arts.
Around his early twenties, he had reached a level where he could carry out assassinations using the Hundred Killing Secret Technique, a killing art he had created himself.
A born rebel, he attempted to overthrow the sect leader and seize control of Qing Sha Men, but was exposed and fled in disgrace.
Wandering the Murim for a time afterward, he joined Lao Long Zhai in Shanxi and turned to banditry.
His rebellious nature proved inescapable—he betrayed the leader of Lao Long Zhai, and this time succeeded in subduing him, becoming the bandit chief himself.
But one born to crave blood and slaughter could never be satisfied with the life of a brigand.
Before long, he abandoned his position as chief and ventured into Gangho, establishing his own small assassination organization.
He handled minor contracts.
As he completed jobs, his martial prowess grew ever stronger, and eventually he earned the epithet Blood Wolf.
The problem was that even while conducting assassinations, he did not hesitate to steal others’ treasures or violate women’s virtue.
After years of such wickedness, his crimes inevitably came to light, and eventually a substantial bounty was placed on his head.
Wanderers and martial artists pursued him relentlessly.
—Damn it! If only I had learned proper martial arts!
Xiao Zhen Tian gnashed his teeth.
He possessed sufficient talent, but fate had not granted him connection to the martial arts world, and the only technique he had formally learned was the Hundred Killing Secret Technique of Qing Sha Men.
Though he had acquired various practical combat methods through his assassinations, he had never truly studied proper martial philosophy.
His innate talent remained unblossomed, and he lived as a fugitive, hunted by wanderers and martial artists, never knowing when death would claim him.
Yet fortune smiled upon Xiao Zhen Tian at last.
He obtained a mysterious demonic blade by chance.
This demonic blade possessed the function of naturally unleashing formidable sword energy comparable to sword force itself, merely by swinging it.
For one who had never learned proper divine techniques or secret arts, it was as though the blade had given him wings.
—Ahahaha! I am invincible under heaven!
With his innate combat talent combined with the demonic blade’s power, Xiao Zhen Tian could dispatch the martial artists and wanderers pursuing him in a single breath.
—There were multiple demonic blades?
In the process, he discovered that wearing a demonic blade allowed him to sense the presence of other demonic blade wielders, and that each blade possessed different functions.
It was then he met Seo Ho Ssang Gwi, someone similar to himself, and they struck up an immediate accord.
—Let us strike down those others together and divide the demonic blades among ourselves.
If they could obtain demonic blades with more powerful functions, placing the Murim beneath their feet was no mere dream.
Thus they lured the demonic blade wielders and attacked them all at once, acquiring superior blades in the process.
But ultimately, they encountered Do Cheon Rin, a master of such overwhelming skill that no demonic blade’s power could overcome him, and Xiao Zhen Tian’s life came to an end.
The Secret Safe House of the Demon Palace in Xian Prefecture.
Bu Eunseol, reviewing the biography of Xiao Zhen Tian that So Yo had brought, wore an expression of dismay.
“Of all people, it had to be someone like this.”
To deceive the eyes of Sam Gye, I would need to perfectly mimic Xiao Zhen Tian.
That meant, from the journey to Lengyue Island onward, I would need to impersonate a vicious villain.
“Will you depart now?”
At So Yo’s question from beside me, I shook my head.
“If I enter Lengyue Island like this, my flaws will be exposed immediately. I need to fabricate perfect evidence and a flawless trail.”
Bu Eunseol, accompanied by So Yo once more, made her way back to the cliff where Xiao Zhen Tian had fallen.
There, she hauled up the Hollow Heart Copper Vessel and meticulously examined the area surrounding it.
Fortunately, the traces of the fierce battle and the marks of the fall down the cliff remained intact.
“If I make it appear that I fell from here and then climbed back out, that should suffice.”
Bu Eunseol instructed So Yo and Sa Hon Dae to begin crafting evidence with meticulous care.
“It will appear that I fell from the cliff, barely survived, recovered my strength below, and climbed back up.”
With such evidence in place, it would be thoroughly proven that Xiao Zhen Tian’s trail ended at this location.
At last, with all preparations complete, Bu Eunseol—
Crack.
—deployed the Face-Changing Bone Technique and transformed into Xiao Zhen Tian’s visage and build.
“I have to go alone, don’t I?”
“You do.”
Bu Eunseol gazed intently at So Yo as she spoke.
“Gwi Il Gye remains a place shrouded in mystery. You must never seek out my trail or follow me.”
So Yo’s eyes darkened.
Though she understood the magnitude of Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess, Sam Gye was a formidable force that could not be confronted through martial skill alone.
Moreover, to stand against them—
Bu Eunseol always had to go alone. As this pattern repeated endlessly, So Yo’s anxiety never found respite.
“Ah, ah.”
Having assumed the form, Bu Eunseol recalled the voice of Xiao Zhen Tian as he had lunged at Do Cheon Rin back then, and began to mimic it gradually using the Voice Mimicry Technique.
“Good, this should do.”
“Be careful.”
As So Yo watched with concern, Bu Eunseol offered a smile of perfect serenity and composure.
“I will.”
Night mist hung thick along the river bank.
Transformed into Xiao Zhen Tian, Bu Eunseol purchased a small wooden boat and personally rowed it all the way to Lengyue Island.
―Lengyue Island? Absolutely impossible, sir!
When she had attempted to rent a boat to reach Lengyue Island, the boatmen of Geun Dong had spoken in unison thus.
―Lengyue Island has long since become a place where plague-stricken patients gather. Moreover, if you venture near it, malevolent spirits will seize you and drag you down to Hell.
Bu Eunseol deduced that this was deliberately spread by Gwi Il Gye.
‘So that’s why it was never discovered.’
A place too secretive or too desolate could actually arouse the curiosity of common folk.
But if rumors spread that a remote island was inhabited only by plague-stricken patients?
No sane person would ever visit such a place.
Splash. Splash.
The small boat pressed relentlessly forward.
As Bu Eunseol rowed, her gaze swept across the surrounding landscape with serene stillness.
The misty mountains and waters seemed as though wandering through a dream.
An ethereal, dreamlike atmosphere enveloped everything.
‘It was created using a formation or technique.’
Though the bright sun shone and warm winds blew across the water, the mist blanketing the surface refused to scatter.
It was clearly mist created by formation or technique.
‘Hmm.’
Bu Eunseol surveyed her surroundings with a suspicious expression, rowing ceaselessly.
How much time had passed?
Then small boats came into view, moored at distant shores.
As soon as I docked and entered, a fishing village appeared—large enough to house roughly a thousand people.
‘Is this really a village?’
After disembarking, Bu Eunseol examined the village’s surroundings.
I had expected the interior of Lengyue Island to be densely populated with masters from the Three Realms.
Yet it possessed all the proper features of an ordinary village, didn’t it?
As I walked while observing, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows beside a tree across the path.
“Welcome.”
The one greeting Bu Eunseol was none other than a small child of about ten years old.
“You must have had a difficult journey.”
The child’s facial skin bore the pitted and melted scars of a leper.
Despite his grotesque and eerie visage, the child displayed a bright smile without the slightest hint of shame.
“I am called Dae Bo.”
“Dae Bo?”
Xiao Zhen Tian was a sinister and ill-tempered person.
Bu Eunseol deliberately maintained an irritated tone and demeanor.
“Forget you—bring me the highest authority on this island.”
“Understood.”
The child, Dae Bo, politely extended his hand.
“Please follow me.”
Dae Bo walked ahead without hesitation, speaking in a friendly manner.
“It must have been difficult finding a boat. The boatmen of Geun Dong rarely wish to come here.”
Despite his innocent appearance, Dae Bo spoke with refined eloquence.
“There are rumors that if you come to this island, you’ll be taken by the messengers of death.”
“Hmph, they simply didn’t want to come after hearing there were patients gathered here.”
“That is not so.”
Dae Bo turned his head and smiled faintly.
“There are messengers of death on this island. And if you enter, you truly do die.”
“How amusing. Then am I already dead?”
“That cannot be.”
Dae Bo turned his head, his bulging eyes widening with a broad grin.
“You were permitted to enter this place.”
Facing that smile, Bu Eunseol felt a chill run down her spine.
This meant Gwi Il Gye had already thoroughly investigated Xiao Zhen Tian’s movements, didn’t it?
‘I wasn’t discovered.’
I had meticulously fabricated Xiao Zhen Tian’s movements to prepare for such surveillance.
In other words, the Gwi Il Gye had confirmed there were no irregularities in Xiao Zhen Tian’s activities before allowing me entry to this place.
‘Yet they’ve attached surveillance so subtle I couldn’t even sense it.’
As I pondered this, I caught Dae Bo’s blatant stare and glared back at him.
“Permission? How presumptuous. Do you know who I am?”
“Are you not Xiao Zhen Tian?”
“You already knew?”
“Of course. We all know.”
“Then what does this inscription on the demon blade mean—’Supreme Master of Murim’? Does it truly mean I can become the Supreme Master of Murim?”
As I fired off sharp questions relentlessly, Dae Bo smiled faintly.
“If you follow me, you’ll find your answers.”
“Where are we going?”
“My lord, becoming Supreme Master of Murim is hardly something achieved easily, is it?”
Dae Bo’s face bore the radiant smile of a child who had acquired a new plaything.
“Please follow me with patience.”
‘He doesn’t seem to have learned martial arts.’
My eyes gleamed as I assessed Dae Bo’s small frame.
No trace of inner energy emanated from his body, yet his movements were as nimble and swift as those of a martial master.
“Very well.”
I tapped the Wol Young Ma Jon hanging at my waist and spoke coldly.
“You’d best be prepared if this is deception.”
Murmur, murmur.
As we entered the Market Street at the village center, I saw many people coming and going.
Buildings that resembled inns dotted the Market Street.
The bustling scene made mockery of the rumors that this Island was where lepers and death’s messengers dwelled.
‘It resembles a prosperous fishing village where fish are caught endlessly.’
My eyes narrowed as I surveyed the village.
Everyone’s skin was swollen or distorted like that of lepers.
Yet they lived without apparent discomfort or pain, smiling as they went about their days.
‘Hmm.’
Dae Bo had already passed through the village and was now entering the Forest along a narrow path.
“How much further are we going?”
I asked irritably, and Dae Bo bowed his head.
“We’re almost there now.”
As we entered the Forest, clear, refreshing air seeped into my entire body.
At last, we arrived at an open ground nestled within a Mountain Valley at the southern edge.
The place was so quiet that only occasional birdsong could be heard, and several well-built stone chambers stood scattered about.
Dae Bo guided me to one of the stone chambers at the edge.
“This is where you will stay for the time being, my lord.”
“You’re telling me to stay here?”
“Yes, my lady.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“There’s a perfectly respectable inn in Market Street, and you want me to live in this desolate mountain valley with nothing?”
“Of course, you may stay at the inn if you wish. However, you cannot cultivate your martial arts there, can you?”
“Martial arts?”
“Yes, my lady.”
Bu Eunseol, exasperated by the endless riddles, suddenly burst out in anger.
“I came here because it said something about the Murim Supreme Master and whatnot.”
She placed her hand on her sword hilt as if ready to draw it at any moment, glaring at Dae Bo.
“If you play word games with me one more time, I’ll take your head off.”
Instead of answering, Dae Bo withdrew an old secret manual from his robes.
The Moonlit Shadow Sword Manual.
It was a sword manual containing the exclusive sword techniques of Wol Young Ma Jon, who once dominated the Murim.
Remarkably, they possessed the genuine sword manual of Wol Young Ma Jon, who could be called the true master of the Moonlit Shadow Sword.
“Is this really Wol Young Ma Jon’s sword manual?”
“Yes, my lady.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened in shock.
‘So they distribute secret manuals based on the sword one brings?’
If Do Cheon Rin had brought the Demon Sword he possessed, they would surely have provided the authentic secret manual of the Illusory Demon Sword of Hwan Ma Jon.
‘But the Moonlit Shadow Sword Manual doesn’t quite match what they call the Murim Supreme Master.’
Of course, mastering the Moonlit Shadow Sword Manual would make one a supreme master of the Murim.
But it was somewhat distant from what Sam Gye called the Murim Supreme Master or ‘Sam Gye’s Sword.’
‘However, right now I am Xiao Zhen Tian.’
Having finished her thoughts, Bu Eunseol accepted the manual, her mouth watering.
“Is this really the Moonlit Shadow Sword Manual…”
As he hastily flipped through the manual, his expression filled with joy, and he nodded.
“It does seem to be the genuine article.”
“The Stone Chamber is equipped with grain-avoiding pills. Of course, if you wish, you may also purchase wine and food from the village…”
Dae Bo spoke in a low voice.
“Since you possess such a secret manual, you must be especially cautious.”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol quickly tucked the manual into her robes and looked around at the Mo Wok structures standing nearby, asking.
“But what are all those stone chambers? Who else is here?”
“Currently, only you, my lady.”
“Currently?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Who is the highest authority on this island? Who is in charge of this place?”
“You will come to know that naturally once you have mastered the sword manual, my lady.”
Dae Bo smiled and bowed his head.
“Then I shall take my leave.”
With that, he turned and departed from the Forest.
Bu Eunseol had much she wished to ask, but she held her tongue.
If Xiao Zhen Tian were truly here, his soul would be bound to the Wol Young Sword Manual, leaving him senseless.
If she began asking about the Island and its various secrets, she would certainly arouse suspicion.
“Hmm.”
As Dae Bo departed, Bu Eunseol deliberately let out a delighted exclamation and stepped into the Stone Chamber.
‘This situation is far more unexpected than I anticipated.’
Her expression darkened as she entered the Stone Chamber.
They had summoned martial artists with grandiose titles like Murim Supremacy and such.
Naturally, she had expected elite masters of the Gwi Il Gye to be stationed here, conducting thorough investigations and administering various trials.
Yet they simply handed over a single Mo Wok and bestowed the secret techniques of Wol Young Ma Jon before departing?
‘I desperately wish to investigate this Island immediately.’
But for now, she had to mimic Xiao Zhen Tian—feigning ecstasy with eyes wild for the Wol Young Sword Manual.
“Ahahaha! The Wol Young Sword Manual!”
Bu Eunseol deliberately burst into laughter as she entered the Stone Chamber.
The interior of the Stone Chamber contained only a table and a worn bed, with vast empty space stretching beyond.
It was an ideal environment for cultivating martial prowess.
‘Something is amiss.’
Bu Eunseol examined the secret manual while observing her surroundings carefully.
Yet she detected neither the metallic friction that would accompany a mechanical trap, nor the gaze of a watcher.
‘Someone is definitely…’
But her instincts were sounding an alarm.
Someone was undoubtedly observing this place.

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