The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 670

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Chapter 670.
Crack!
Yu Cheong Rim’s body shot forward like a bullet once more.
So Ok Rim was hurling Yu Cheong Rim’s body like a massive club to swiftly silence the children’s agony.
“Save me!”
Each time Yu Cheong Rim’s anguished screams tore through the air,
Thud!
the children staggered backward as though struck by a war hammer.
Crack!
With each flick of So Ok Rim’s fingers, Yu Cheong Rim’s body was launched forward like a colossal cannon.
Squelch.
Controlled by the Living Corpse Technique, Yu Cheong Rim’s eyes—flying as fast as bullets—had already rolled back into his skull.
Soon he could not even scream, only white foam spilling from his lips.
Crash!
In the end, the ten boys were battered into an uncontrollable state by Yu Cheong Rim, that massive club.
She had avoided their vital points and wielded him like a blunt instrument, so the children’s lives remained intact.
Whoosh.
As So Ok Rim released the Living Corpse Technique’s threads,
Thump.
Yu Cheong Rim, now a blood seal, collapsed where he stood.
“Ugh.”
As the boys he had been controlling fell into combat incapacity, Cheon Woong’s lips twisted in the Coffin Chamber.
His expression was like that of someone whose cherished toy had been shattered.
So Ok Rim gazed upon Cheon Woong—still bearing traces of innocence—with sorrowful eyes.
“Now I will set you free, little brother.”
Cheon Woong could never return to being a normal human.
Then she would send him to eternal rest with her own hands.
“Hrrgh!”
Cheon Woong roared, raising the massive viscera connected to his lower body.
Simultaneously, crimson mist spread in all directions, creating an eerie vortex.
Rumble rumble rumble.
The Great Hall began to shake violently.
If Cheon Woong unleashed the power he had accumulated, not only So Ok Rim but the entire Great Hall would collapse.
Whoosh.
A gentle breeze emanated from So Ok Rim’s body.
At the same moment, brilliant light gathered in her two palms.
That radiance bore a texture strikingly similar to the harmonizing power Bu Eunseol wielded.
“Kaaah!”
With a strange battle cry, the massive viscera poured toward So Ok Rim’s body.
Simultaneously, So Ok Rim thrust out both palms.
Cheon Woong’s body began to shimmer with brilliant light, and soon the Great Hall was flooded with radiance.
It was as though millions of stars floating in the cosmos had descended to the earth.
Whoosh.
As the brilliant points of light faded, Cheon Woong stood plainly atop the coffin in the Great Hall.
Step, step.
So Ok Rim approached Cheon Woong with a composed expression.
Thump.
She opened her arms and embraced his body.
“I’m sorry.”
So Ok Rim murmured softly.
“I came too late, didn’t I?”
With trembling fingers, she carefully pressed the Blood Sealing Point on Cheon Woong’s body.
It was a fatal vital point where life could be extinguished in an instant.
Drip, drip.
Red blood began to flow from Cheon Woong’s lips as he lay in her embrace.
Yet a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes gazing at So Ok Rim grew clear.
“Thank you… sister.”
Cheon Woong spoke calmly as his breath faded.
Only in death did Cheon Woong regain clarity of mind and recognize So Ok Rim.
Thump.
Cheon Woong held So Ok Rim tightly in return.
So Ok Rim wept silently, her sobs stifled.
Warmth gradually drained from the small, delicate body.
Tears flowed without end, and her shattered heart made her body tremble ceaselessly.
“And… in the next life, we will surely meet again.”
Memories of happy times spent with So Ok Rim flashed through Cheon Woong’s mind like a lantern show.
Fade.
Cheon Woong, cradled in So Ok Rim’s arms,
breathed his last with a smile upon his face.
The peaceful way he passed… was like a child sleeping soundly in his mother’s embrace, unaware of the world.
* * *
So Hwa Ru, once a landmark of Suzhou, crumbled in an instant.
It was a den of evil where children were abducted and transformed into elixirs.
The Muhon Society, having uncovered this truth, seized the evidence and brought the place to ruin in a single stroke.
People did not believe it at first.
But when they saw the tragic corpses of children piled in So Hwa Ru’s secret warehouse, they could not help but believe.
―The Muhon Society has done another great deed.
Following the Gwi A incident, the Muhon Society once again uncovered forces that threatened the Murim and saved countless lives.
And after that day,
several orphanages among the many scattered throughout Zhong Yuan vanished.
The high officials and notables who frequented So Hwa Ru alongside them gradually succumbed to a mysterious plague and perished.
Yet this truth never reached the ears of the world.
By the time the members of the Muhon Society had uncovered and concluded all the misdeeds extracted from So Hwa Ru,
in the Separate Annex of the nearby Anpyeong Guest House, Bu Eunseol, So Ok Rim, and Yu Cheong Rim stood facing one another.
Though they had failed to capture the head or body of the Gwi Il Gye,
they had discovered that the organization had conducted experiments on children from an Orphanage created by the Infinite Realm.
And they had learned that corrupt high officials had been quietly dispatched to their deaths.
And this evidence,
would soon become the catalyst for the entire Murim and even the Imperial Palace to reject their existence and permanently annihilate the Gwi Il Gye.
Moreover, So Ok Rim, who possessed mysterious martial arts and considerable influence, had formed a bitter karmic connection with the Gwi Il Gye.
For Bu Eunseol, this meant gaining a reliable ally, while the Gwi Il Gye had created for itself a formidable and troublesome adversary.
The only regrettable matter was this:
the children that So Ok Rim had subdued ceased breathing the moment Cheon Woong died.
They were already in a state no different from corpses, and it seemed they could only move through the vital energy flowing from Cheon Woong’s body.
Much like the ability once demonstrated by the servants of the Jung Sun Ga in the past.
“I’m indebted to you.”
So Ok Rim gazed at Bu Eunseol and nodded calmly.
“Thank you for helping with this matter.”
Then she extended her arm and patted Yu Cheong Rim’s shoulder.
“You worked hard this time.”
Yu Cheong Rim shook his head.
“Hard work? We haven’t even truly begun.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve already completed all preparations to infiltrate So Hwa Ru.”
Yu Cheong Rim whispered with an intensely serious expression.
“Who am I? I’ve just obtained information that a courtesan named Yak Hong will be entering that place.”
He spoke in hushed tones, glancing around cautiously.
“I’ve already perfectly mastered the movements, appearance, and artistic skills of the courtesan Yak Hong. If I infiltrate as a courtesan, I will surely be able to uncover the secrets of So Hwa Ru.”
Bu Eunseol stared at Yu Cheong Rim, who was earnestly rambling on with a serious expression, her mouth falling open.
Didn’t it seem as though all memories of the past three months had simply vanished?
“Yu Hyung, are you alright?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean….”
As Bu Eunseol blinked, So Ok Rim sighed and whispered to her.
“I used the technique of the Living Puppet. The shock was probably too severe.”
“Living Puppet?”
“Yes. I couldn’t subdue the children with my own hands, so I used that technique on him. Like a puppet.”
So Ok Rim casually explained that she had used Seong Hwang’s qi technique to control Yu Cheong Rim’s body like a puppet.
“It seems his head was injured.”
“Isn’t it?”
Bu Eunseol was about to speak when So Ok Rim waved her hand dismissively.
“I know. I went a bit too far this time, didn’t I?”
She then placed her hands on Yu Cheong Rim’s shoulders, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“I think I’ll need to keep him with me for a while—both to continue his treatment and to teach him martial arts.”
“Him, you say?”
“He’s done me quite a few favors this time around.”
“A wise decision.”
Bu Eunseol smiled faintly.
Though So Ok Rim spoke those words so casually,
it was clear she held Yu Cheong Rim in great affection.
“And he needs to grow stronger….”
But the words that followed made Bu Eunseol’s spine tingle with unease.
“Soon he’ll be able to withstand even the Living Death Curse without breaking.”
Bu Eunseol’s mouth fell open.
It seemed Yu Cheong Rim must have been a great villain in his past life—someone who committed tyranny and cruelty without restraint, or perhaps a traitor who brought ruin to an entire nation.
“What? Why?”
“It’s nothing. Just… it’s good that Yu Hyung is growing stronger.”
Bu Eunseol quickly changed the subject.
“In any case, we must find Gwi Il Gae without fail.”
They were deeply connected to the Jung Sun Ga, and above all, they had stolen my grandfather’s corpse.
Even if the world were to disappear, Gwi Il Gae could never be forgiven.
“That’s right. I’ll mobilize every resource I have to find those bastards.”
Bu Eunseol nodded and waved her hand toward So Ok Rim and Yu Cheong Rim.
It was time for them to part ways.
“Then. Until we meet again.”
“Yes. Let’s see each other again soon.”
So Ok Rim, for once, revealed her white teeth in a genuine smile.
She would return after making Yu Cheong Rim even stronger.
And as long as they shared a common enemy in Gwi Il Gae, they would meet again in the Gangho.
It would not be long before they crossed paths once more.

* * *
Bu Eunseol returned immediately to the Demon Palace.
His footsteps were light as he made his way back.
‘This is how it must be done—dismantling them one by one.’
Gwi Il Gye had schemed once more using the Gyeol Ma Yeon Ok In left behind by the Infinite Realm.
But their plans crumbled when I discovered them and moved to research the Gyeol Ma Yeon Ok In.
In the end, they closed all the orphanages scattered throughout Zhong Yuan.
If I continue like this, breaking them down piece by piece,
just as I did with the Infinite Realm, one day I will find and destroy the very core of Gwi Il Gye.
Whoosh.
As I deployed my lightness technique, the sound of wings brushed past my ears.
I halted my movement and shifted into the quiet forest, where So Yo’s voice reached me through a thousand-li transmission.
[The Elite Division has sent word.]
I stopped my lightness technique and listened intently.
[Baek Mu Sung. He’s requested a private audience.]
My eyes widened.
Ever since Baek Mu Sung returned to the Murim Alliance, I had continuously requested meetings with him.
But each time, he coldly refused.
Now he was the one asking to meet? What could have caused such a sudden change of heart?
‘Returning to the Demon Palace can wait.’
I had many questions for Baek Mu Sung.
How did he return to the Alliance with the head of the fake Hyuk Ryeon Eung? How did he treat his arm?
How did he deploy the Blood Dew Seven Techniques at Gang Ok Ji back then?
But I did not ask, and could not ask.
The answer was already clear.
The mere fact that he could use the Blood Dew Seven Techniques
was proof enough that Baek Mu Sung had devoted himself to the Three Realms.
Yet my feelings toward him had not changed.
Most people form and abandon friendships according to their circumstances.
But someone like me—once I give my heart, it never wavers.
Even if the other person betrays me.
Knowing that Baek Mu Sung had devoted himself to the Three Realms, I maintained an unwavering friendship.
As night fell, the innkeeper lit the flower lantern hanging outside the door of the small inn.
I pushed open the weathered door and stepped inside, where cleanly wiped tables gleamed in the quiet atmosphere.
Sitting by the window in a corner, I ordered three bottles of baijiu.
The baijiu sold at this inn was remarkably affordable.
Yet its taste was anything but cheap.
I had stumbled upon this place by chance and loved it dearly.
Whenever I wished to drink while at the Murim Alliance, I would quietly visit here.
I had not even revealed this tavern’s location to the Elite Division members I cherished so much.
If word spread and everyone came flocking to this tavern, the peaceful atmosphere would vanish entirely.
Because of this, only two people had ever shared a drink with Bu Eunseol in this place.
Beok Goong Ryung. And Baek Mu Sung.
The two men had quite a lot in common.
Both came from Orthodox Sects and held very high positions. And both were true drinkers who knew how to properly appreciate alcohol…
They possessed the kind of character that would earn Bu Eunseol’s favor.
But when the Inn door opened.
A man in white robes strode toward the table…
Bu Eunseol realized that one of these two men had undergone a profound transformation.
Eyes that had once gleamed with warmth and kindness whenever their gazes met were now sliced sharp as blades.
Lips that had once revealed white teeth in gentle smiles had darkened considerably, and even his very appearance seemed altered.
It was Baek Mu Sung, who had recently returned to the Murim Alliance in glory.
‘It is not merely his appearance.’
Bu Eunseol could sense it.
His transformation went far beyond the physical. The very aura that emanated from him and his entire demeanor had changed completely.
Where once he had carried the ease that came from high status and superiority,
now he displayed the unhurried composure that only true masters could exude.
“Speak, if you have something to say.”
Baek Mu Sung, seated across from Bu Eunseol, spoke with ease.
“You were so eager to request a private audience, after all.”
Even his familiar tone and gaze had transformed.
But Bu Eunseol showed no sign of this and smiled softly.
“There is no urgency to speak of.”
And I poured wine into the cup that had been prepared beforehand.
“Have a drink.”
Baek Mu Sung regarded Bu Eunseol silently before reaching for the cup.
He savored the aroma of the wine briefly, then drained it in one swift gulp.
“Now, speak.”
There was much to say.
―How and where was Hyuk Ryeon Eung’s head severed?
―Which faction among the Three Realms taught you the Blood Dew Seven Techniques?
―How did you restore your arm? What exactly did the Three Realms demand from you in return?
But instead of asking such things, Bu Eunseol simply offered what I had wanted to say all along.
“I wanted to see you. I’m relieved you look so well.”
Bu Eunseol smiled with quiet composure.
“Have you been well?”
Baek Mu Sung’s expression became momentarily strange.
He had assumed Bu Eunseol would ask many questions, and he had come with no intention of answering a single one.
He had simply wanted to watch the curiosity in those eyes
and mock him for it.
So all you wanted to say was concern and well-wishes?
“You wasted my precious time just to say that?”
“What could be more important than inquiring after Baek hyung’s health?”
“Hmph.”
Baek Mu Sung let out a cold snort and rose from his seat with icy indifference.
“A waste of time.”
As he turned to leave, Bu Eunseol’s low voice reached him from behind.
“If that was what you desired, I would have gladly relinquished the position of Lord to you.”
He paused.
At those words, Baek Mu Sung—who had been turning to go—pivoted back with glacial precision.
“Relinquished?”
“Indeed.”
“If you yielded it, could I become Lord?”
Baek Mu Sung laughed coldly.
“You don’t seem to want the position of Lord very much, do you?”
“Not at all. I need it. Desperately.”
“Then why would you yield it to me?”
Bu Eunseol answered with shadowed eyes.
“Because it matters less to me than you do.”
It was a statement burning with the deepest friendship.
Even Baek Mu Sung, who had maintained a cold, mocking expression throughout, could no longer sustain his cynical facade.
The friendship between men is serene as clear water, yet its strength rivals steel.
It remains unchanged through any circumstance, and even if only one person possesses it,
its greatness can endure for a lifetime.
“Hahaha.”
Unable to bear the weight of such burning friendship, Baek Mu Sung burst into exaggerated laughter.
“So now you want to play at this shallow friendship?”
Baek Mu Sung turned coldly and walked out of the Inn. Yet he soon halted his steps and spoke with measured calm.
“Let me offer you one piece of advice.”
“….”
“Go climb a high cliff and throw yourself off at once. With such a soft heart, you won’t become Lord—you’ll be dead soon enough.”
With that, Baek Mu Sung turned and departed the Inn.
Bu Eunseol watched him go and released a deep sigh.
Though the words were utterly cold and merciless, I perceived the faint glimmer of friendship that lingered within them.
‘Baek hyung.’
My eyes narrowed to slits.
What could have happened to Baek Mu Sung? How had he become such a different person?
What was he seeking by throwing himself into a place like Sam Gye?
Click.
Baek Mu Sung climbed into the carriage waiting in front of the Tavern. The driver immediately set off.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
The carriage raced swiftly through Gwan Do.
Yet the face of Baek Mu Sung, sitting rigidly within, began to contort grotesquely.
―You are not as important as Elder Baek.
Bu Eunseol’s voice echoed endlessly through his mind.
And those frozen eyes.
Within them lay a heart as unchanging and unyielding as diamond.
“Ugh…”
Suddenly, he shut his eyes and clutched his head.
Bu Eunseol’s gaze and voice, brimming with friendship—they were the source of his torment.
“Uhhhhh…”
After gripping his head for a long while, Baek Mu Sung
“Baek Mu Sung.”
whispered his own name softly.
Whoosh.
His expression and eyes transformed completely.
“If you dare approach me like this, I will erase you entirely from my mind.”
As he spoke to himself, a cold, piercing killing intent blazed from his eyes, and his skin tone gradually darkened.
“Remember this. You are nothing but a shell.”
With those words, Baek Mu Sung’s skin returned to its natural color.
In an instant, as if nothing had happened, his gaze and expression became as glacial and merciless as ice.

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