The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 596

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Chapter 596.
The three martial artists burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
“They actually think two of them can defeat us.”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Even after experiencing the Three Absolutes technique of the Sam Jeol Ma Gun, they still dare speak such nonsense.”
The three warriors sneered and whispered among themselves, but Bu Eunseol and Beok Goong Ryung paid them no mind and continued their bickering.
“You bastards!”
Unable to bear it any longer, the warrior standing directly ahead unleashed a palm strike.
Instantly, a violent surge of energy materialized around Bu Eunseol and Beok Goong Ryung, followed by a deafening explosion.
It was the Palm Absolute, the first of the Three Absolutes techniques—the Demon Dragon Burst.
Boom.
Yet it was blocked by an enormous black wall.
Bu Eunseol had somehow intercepted it with the Yeojoo Jingyeol.
“We’re in the middle of talking!”
Purple lightning crackled from Beok Goong Ryung’s hand as he floated through the air.
He had deflected the Jajon Geumhwan.
“Hmph.”
The second warrior then snorted coldly and extended both hands up and down, assuming the Heaven and Earth Splitting Strike stance.
Circular energy formed around the bodies of all three warriors, effortlessly deflecting the Jajon Geumhwan.
It was the second technique, the Strength Absolute—the Golden Vortex Rebound Energy.
Whoosh!
Simultaneously, a whistling sound pierced the air.
What began as barely audible grew suddenly into a sharp, ear-splitting sound of wind-cutting force.
A keen blade energy rapidly struck down at Beok Goong Ryung’s vital points across his chest.
It was the Blade Absolute—the Remnant Blood Remnant Thunder Blade.
Clang clang clang clang!
But Bu Eunseol, having already drawn the Muk Hon Sword, stepped forward and deflected every ounce of blade energy from the Remnant Blood Remnant Thunder Blade.
“…!”
In that instant, the expressions of the three warriors twisted.
The martial techniques they had cultivated from the Sam Jeol Ma Gun were of a level that even Tan Wang could not withstand.
Yet with Bu Eunseol standing beside him, possessing martial prowess comparable to theirs—
The Three Absolutes technique suddenly seemed as trivial as
the basic techniques of a worn-out martial artist running a shabby training hall.
Crash!
The warrior attempting to block Bu Eunseol’s sword technique was struck by Beok Goong Ryung’s Jajon Geumhwan and coughed up blood.
“Ugh.”
The warrior trying to evade Beok Goong Ryung’s Jajon Geumhwan had one arm severed by Bu Eunseol’s Nine Dragons Thunder Strike technique.
“That one is mine!”
“Leave him be!”
Bu Eunseol and Beok Goong Ryung’s pride was wounded as their respective targets kept sustaining injuries from each other’s attacks.
“Do not interfere!”
“Who do you think you are!”
The two bickering figures exchanged a glance before simultaneously unleashing their martial techniques.
A deafening roar erupted.
Bu Eunseol’s Janhwol Hyosung and Beok Goong Ryung’s Rotating Golden Ring descended upon them at once.
“No, this cannot be!”
The Masked Assassin, who had been preparing to cast his Dragon Explosion technique, could only scream with his mouth agape.
A sharp crack followed by a thunderous crash!
The martial expert struck by both the sword strike and the rotating ring simultaneously had his body torn and shattered in all directions.
A heavy thud.
The two injured martial experts trembled as they gazed upon Bu Eunseol.
“So you are the successor to the Demon Palace.”
In all of Murim history, the supreme masters who had ascended to the positions of the Four Gods Seven Kings had never combined their forces in a joint technique.
Bu Eunseol and Beok Goong Ryung.
Yet when these two unleashed their martial arts while bickering, their power transcended the very heavens and earth themselves—
A level that even the Samjeol Ma Gun resurrected from the grave could not withstand.
A brilliant flash erupted.
Realizing they had no chance of victory,
They severed their own meridians with a sharp hiss.
They chose death by their own hands.
A dull thud.
As the Masked Assassins collapsed, spilling blood, Beok Goong Ryung expressed bitter irritation.
“Blast it, it looks as though I joined forces with you just to save No Bu’s life.”
A brilliant flame erupted.
Bu Eunseol paid no mind to Beok Goong Ryung’s irritation.
I poured out my Yeolha Great Righteous Qi to incinerate the three corpses with intense heat.
“There is no need to desecrate the bodies of those who have already taken their own lives.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Beok Goong Ryung spoke, and I let out a sigh.
“Do you still not operate an intelligence organization?”
“What?”
“Gwi Il Gye executes a great technique through corpses to extract the power of masters from their lifetime. Therefore, the bodies must be burned and destroyed.”
“Wait, Gwi Il Gye?”
I had no choice but to recount everything I had experienced on Lengyue Island.
After listening for some time, Beok Goong Ryung opened his mouth with a blank expression.
“That cannot possibly be true. That is not martial arts but sorcery.”
“Has Sam Gye not continuously revived extinct sects? Restoring lost sorceries and great techniques from the past would not be so difficult.”
“Hmm.”
Beok Goong Ryung sighed deeply and shook his head.
When I first learned of Sam Gye’s existence controlling Murim,
I believed I could handle it with my own power.
But as time passed.
I realized that their roots spread far deeper and wider than imagination could fathom, and that my own strength was insufficient to uproot them.
‘But this woman is different.’
Bu Eunseol was indeed different.
The Sam Gye that I had spent thirty years trying to grasp by its tail.
She was dismantling their forces one by one in less than a few years.
Wasn’t she continuously defeating them through divide-and-conquer tactics?
“How shameful.”
As Beok Goong Ryung hung his head in dejection, Bu Eunseol saw through his inner thoughts and shook her head.
“There’s no need to blame yourself. Didn’t I tell you? The era of the solitary master of Murim has passed.”
“Then what are you saying I should do? I, who have walked Murim alone my entire life, should now laugh and befriend others? Or perhaps create the Tan Wang Faction?”
As Beok Goong Ryung cried out in frustration, Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“Why worry? If the elder sets his mind to it, there is a place that provides tremendous intelligence networks and capable subordinates.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Murim Alliance.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with conviction.
“Since the elder was born under some celestial constellation, you have now become a target of Sam Gye. Rather than coming to Bon Jeon, why not go there instead?”
“A celestial constellation?”
“Yes.”
“Which constellation?”
Bu Eunseol had no choice but to recount everything from when she met Yang Seol Rin to the matter of Jisalseong.
And the story of when she discovered the glass chamber with Beok Goong Ryung’s name written on it in the underground of Lengyue Island.
“Hmph.”
Beok Goong Ryung’s eyes narrowed.
The legendary clans and beings of Murim that had come down like folklore were actually appearing one after another.
“So Sam Gye, which has always controlled Murim, is not hidden in the shadows but an exposed force… and there is another force beneath them?”
“That is correct.”
“And you’re telling me to go to the Murim Alliance where those vile creatures gather? I refuse.”
“The lotus does not become soiled by murky water.”
When Beok Goong Ryung coldly rejected her, Bu Eunseol persuaded him again with a gentle tone.
“A person can change the place where they stand depending on their resolve. You need only avoid being tainted there and do what is right.”
“Hmm.”
“Go to the Murim Alliance not to preserve your life, but thinking that you enter to do what is right.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Beok Goong Ryung’s expression became ashamed.
There was nothing wrong with what Bu Eunseol said.
There was no law that said one must become corrupted by joining the Murim Alliance.
Rather, if I took the initiative and did what was right, I could even guide them toward good deeds.
‘What in the world has this woman consumed to possess such profound insight?’
Beok Goong Ryung sighed as he looked at Bu Eunseol.
What kind of life had she lived to gain such deep wisdom at such a young age?
“Understood.”
Beok Goong Ryung nodded and looked toward Bu Eunseol.
“Go to the Murim Alliance.”
There was no longer any lone master of Murim.
Beok Goong Ryung, like Bu Eunseol now, would have to build his own force to stand against the Three Realms.
Upon leaving Youling Island, Bu Eunseol parted ways with Beok Goong Ryung immediately and headed toward the Demon Palace.
Now that I had learned of Gwi Il Gye’s shocking nature and intentions, I could not simply stand by and watch.
Unlike the Infinite Realm or Cheonghae Gye.
Gwi Il Gye was using the bodies of former masters who had once shaken Murim as vessels for their great technique,
attempting to birth new powerhouses.
Setting aside matters of righteousness, such acts could never be tolerated.
Shouldn’t all the heads of Murim be informed of this? Such thoughts consumed me.
‘No, not the Demon Palace.’
I could not trust Chong Gyo Ryeong.
Even if Ma Cheon Je had finished his seclusion and was present in the Demon Palace, it would be the same.
Though they had made their nest in the Demon Palace,
I could not consult with them about matters concerning the Three Realms.
Because while they might not belong to the Three Realms, they maintained close ties with it.
‘Then.’
Bu Eunseol gazed toward the distant sky.
I had a home.
And there were people there who could be called the elders of my family.
Nangya Sect.
I was going to Nangya Sect.
* * *
“It has grown wider.”
Upon arriving at the foot of Geommi Mountain, Bu Eunseol looked around with widened eyes.
Originally, one had to climb to the midpoint of Geommi Mountain to enter Nangya Sect.
But now, it was no exaggeration to say they were using the entire Geommi Mountain, having undergone massive expansion.
“Nangya Sect, once called an elite force, exists no longer.”
From what had been called a sinister sect—a cradle that cultivated only crippled martial artists obsessed with martial arts—
it had now become a faction where talented individuals from the Demonic Path constantly flocked to learn martial arts,
and had come to rival the Hwawoo Sword Sect, which held the foremost position among the Ten Demonic Gates.
“Yet nothing has changed.”
A satisfied smile played at the corners of Bu Eunseol’s lips as I gazed upon Geommi Mountain’s landscape.
Most sects, as their scale grew,
would construct magnificent and grand buildings to display their authority and prestige.
But Nangya Sect had only expanded dormitories where many disciples could stay,
and the Martial Hall and Training Grounds needed to teach the disciples.
Moreover, as the number of disciples grew, Nangya Sect seemed determined to achieve self-sufficiency without relying on support from Mu Ha Soo Yu Jeong.
They began expanding the fields that had previously been confined to the vicinity of Nangya Sect across the entirety of Geommi Mountain.
―No matter what task is undertaken, it can be integrated with martial arts and refined!
The masters of Nangya Sect had their disciples till the fields and draw water while simultaneously conditioning their bodies.
As a result, the area surrounding Geommi Mountain was half training grounds for martial cultivation.
The remaining half was covered entirely with fields growing various crops.
“This is something only Bon Gak could accomplish.”
The sight of disciples tilling fields and drawing water might appear somewhat ridiculous to the eyes of other sects.
But from Bu Eunseol’s perspective.
It appeared as a terrifying Bok Ma Jeon where true martial artists researched the Way of Martial Arts day and night.
In reality, they studied the fundamentals of martial arts while tilling, and comprehended countless martial principles while drawing water.
Nangya Sect, regardless of position or circumstance.
Never forgot their fundamental duty, pursuing only the ultimate path of martial arts.
Crunch, crunch.
Upon entering Nangya Sect, a small pavilion that hadn’t been visible before came into view.
And there, two elderly men were playing Go.
Wang Gyeol of the Iron Craftsman Guild and Ma Geom Ja, who had crafted sword sheaths for Bu Eunseol.
‘They’re enjoying immortal pastimes.’
Bu Eunseol drew a silent smile.
As disciples flooded in enough to fill Geommi Mountain, Nangya Sect, like Hwawoo Sword Sect, appointed separate martial instructors.
And elevated So Jeon, the lord of Changsin Squad, to the position of Chief.
So Jeon reluctantly assumed the role of Chief, passing the position of Changsin Squad lord to Je Woon, who had been the deputy lord.
Before long, Nangya Sect had begun its transition of power between old and new generations.
Thanks to this, Wang Gyeol, who had been subtly serving as Chief, could now enjoy a comfortable retirement.
“Iron Craftsman Wang Gyeol, Master Ma Geom Ja.”
Bu Eunseol bowed respectfully to Wang Gyeol and Ma Geom Ja.
“What brings you here?”
Wang Gyeol, holding a Go stone, noticed Bu Eunseol and blinked.
“Without any prior notice.”
Wang Gyeol gestured toward Ma Geom Ja and made a sound of realization.
“Are you trying to get this old man to pick up a hammer again? Why don’t you keep the promises you make?”
“That couldn’t possibly be the case.”
Bu Eunseol scratched her head with an embarrassed expression.
“At that time, there were unavoidable circumstances, so I had to ask again.”
Then Ma Geom Ja, sitting across from him, waved his hand dismissively.
“Ah, never mind. I said it was fine, so why are you making a fuss?”
“No, this brat suddenly entered Bon Gak again.”
“It’s her own home, so why are you making an issue of it?”
Ma Geom Ja glared at Wang Gyeol with fierce eyes.
“Don’t you realize you’re just stalling for time? Stop wasting time and make your move.”
“Ugh.”
Wang Gyeol, who had been trying to buy time with Bu Eunseol as an excuse, swallowed hard.
Though he had always prided himself on possessing the skill of a master player, it seemed his Go abilities were indeed a step behind Ma Geom Ja’s.
“I merely happened to pass by. Please, don’t concern yourselves on my account.”
As Bu Eunseol offered a brief bow and moved on, the two men nodded and returned their focus to the game.
―Hah!
Upon entering the heart of Nangya Pavilion, resonant shouts of exertion echoed continuously from the Martial Arts Arenas positioned in all directions.
They were all young boys not yet ten years old, learning the fundamentals of martial arts from the younger instructors of Nangya Pavilion.
Families from the Demonic Path clans who had resolved to teach martial arts sent their children to Nangya Pavilion early.
As long as one possessed talent in martial arts, even orphans were accepted.
Vagrants and beggars were welcomed as well.
Once this became known, Nangya Pavilion transformed into a sect where children of exceptional aptitude came seeking admission of their own accord.
“Ryeong Ju!”
At that moment, a young boy who had been instructing the children spotted Bu Eunseol and came rushing over breathlessly.
It was Gang Woon, one of the children who had been abducted by Saixiang and rescued by Bu Eunseol in the past.
“What brings you here?”
The bright, eager eyes of all the children in the Training Grounds turned toward Bu Eunseol.
“I was simply passing through. Continue with your training.”
“Yes, understood.”
Gang Woon returned to his place, yet the children’s gazes remained fixed upon Bu Eunseol.
―If that’s the Ryeong Ju, could that be the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju?
―It seems right. They said that person has refined features and is exceptionally tall.
Murmur, murmur.
The reason these snot-nosed children had come to Nangya Pavilion.
It was because of that legendary figure who had begun as one of the Ten Demon Immortals of Nangya Pavilion and risen to become the successor of the Demon Palace.
They simply wished to follow in Bu Eunseol’s footsteps.
―But it doesn’t seem like they’ve learned any martial arts at all.
―Could it be someone else? I heard there are several young Ryeong Ju in the Demon Palace.
The children blinked in confusion.
Yet in the distance, a lean swordsman was approaching with a yawn.
It was Je Woon, who had become the new leader of Changsin Squad.
“Bu Eunseol? What brings you here so suddenly?”
Though his voice was not particularly loud, it resonated throughout the quiet interior of Geommi Mountain with a resounding ring.
Bang!
Then from somewhere came the sound of palace hall doors opening, water buckets being thrown down, the sound of rapid footsteps followed by a tumble…
All manner of sounds began to echo forth.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
With the sound of cattle herds passing through, those tilling fields and drawing water,
Those cultivating martial techniques in the Martial Hall or practicing martial forms in the Martial Arts Arena—all the disciples
Suddenly began surging toward where Bu Eunseol stood.
―That’s the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju!
The disciples dared not approach closely, watching Bu Eunseol from a distance with expressions of reverence and admiration.
The next leader of the Demonic Path.
Not a single soul doubted that he would soon ascend to the seat of the Demonic Path’s supreme leader.
Bu Eunseol wore a gentle smile and met the gaze of each disciple in turn.
It was all he could offer them in this moment.
“What are you all doing!”
At that moment, a booming voice rang out as a large, middle-aged man scolded the gathered disciples.
“Who told you to move about freely during training!”
It was So Jeon, who had succeeded Wang Gyeol as the Chief of the Nangya Sect from the Changsin Squad.
“Chief.”
Bu Eunseol bowed respectfully to So Jeon, who let out a dry laugh and spoke.
“I wondered what all this commotion was about—so you’ve arrived.”
So Jeon’s aura as Chief had grown even more dignified.
“Have you come to see Gak Ju?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then go quickly. If you remain here, all the disciples will lose focus and accomplish nothing.”
“I apologize for the disturbance.”
“There’s no need to apologize.”
So Jeon gazed at Bu Eunseol’s face with an unreadable expression and asked.
“Is something troubling you?”
He had noticed that though Bu Eunseol was smiling, a deep shadow lingered in his eyes.
“Not at all, sir.”
Meeting So Jeon’s steady gaze, Bu Eunseol felt warmth bloom in his chest.
Regardless of what position I might attain, no matter what level my martial prowess reaches.
I remain the youngest disciple before the people of Nangya Sect.

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