The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 707

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Chapter 707.
Thud, thud, thud!
Each time my fingertips struck through empty air, the Am Hon Dae Members’ weapons shattered and their limbs flew skyward.
Splat.
Within ten seconds, the surroundings were filled with Am Hon Dae Members trembling as they collapsed, spilling crimson blood in thick streams.
―Such devastating power….
The Am Hon Dae Members’ eyes widened in shock.
What Bu Eunseol had unleashed was fundamentally different from Buk Goong Ryeong’s Inner Qi Bullet Technique.
It was a projectile of pure air, forged entirely from martial power.
Unlike Buk Goong Ryeong’s Inner Qi Bullet Technique, which cleanly severed an enemy’s life force,
this dispersed pressure in all directions like the shockwave from detonating tens of thousands of pounds of explosives.
Crunch.
As a result, the Am Hon Dae Members’ bodies crumbled like brittle biscuits.
Bu Eunseol’s wave of devastating martial power.
It was the most destructive technique these assassins had ever experienced in their entire lives.
“Huff. Huff.”
Yet the cost to my martial reserves was equally severe.
What made Tan Wang Buk Goong-ryeong remarkable was that he had refined the Inner Qi Bullet Technique to its absolute pinnacle.
This allowed him to circulate his power infinitely while wielding the mysteries of the bullet technique.
But I had simply unleashed my martial power like projectiles in rapid succession.
No matter how profound one’s inner strength, exhaustion was inevitable.
Splat.
As the last of the Am Hon Dae Members fell, a silence as profound as death descended.
In a sense, it was a cruel death.
Yet having been struck by a technique that could neither be blocked nor evaded, there was no room for regret or resentment.
“Impressive.”
Hee Mu Ssang, the leader of the Am Hon Dae, stepped forward before Bu Eunseol.
“But you have not reached the same realm as Tan Wang.”
He mistakenly believed that I had fallen into a state of exhaustion because I had failed to properly master the Inner Qi Bullet Technique.
“An Inner Qi Bullet Technique without circulating power is like a dance of death.”
Half of his words held truth.
Bu Eunseol had repeatedly mimicked the Inner Qi Bullet Technique using devastating martial power.
As a result, my martial reserves had truly plummeted to critical levels.
Hee Mu Ssang possessed a unique extrasensory perception that allowed him to gauge an opponent’s martial reserves, so he immediately detected my depleted state.
Step, step.
As Hee Mu Ssang approached, a rustling sound came from behind him, and
dozens of martial artists draped in blood-red robes descended to encircle Bu Eunseol.
“The Am Hon Dae is divided into three divisions.”
Hee Mu Ssang sneered as he watched Bu Eunseol’s labored breathing.
“What you have faced thus far was merely the first division of the Am Hon Dae.
“….”
“To have accumulated such martial prowess at such a young age is remarkable.”
A brilliant radiance bloomed from the sword Hee Mu Ssang held.
“But now you must die.”
* * *
Bu Eunseol had begun her flight from Death.
I had attempted to face the Amhondae leader and his members alone, but the depletion of my inner force was severe.
The second time, the Amhondae Second Division employed a unique technique that disrupted the enemy’s inner force.
It seemed to be a martial art derived from the Imperial Palace’s teachings.
When the Amhondae Third Division finally appeared, Bu Eunseol sustained grievous internal and external injuries, and ultimately withdrew.
Fortunately, the Geon Chang Branch was nearby, and if I could break through this encirclement, I could shake them off without difficulty.
Whoosh.
Bu Eunseol swiftly deployed her movement technique.
The person known as Seon Woo Jin still possessed attributes somewhat lacking for confronting formidable opponents.
Especially after consecutively mimicking and unleashing the Nae Tan Ki technique, causing severe depletion of inner force.
Now I faced the relentless pursuit of Amhondae.
All I could do was reach the Murim Alliance branch quickly and shake off my pursuers.
“Huff. Huff.”
Bu Eunseol finally arrived at the branch entrance, collapsing before the gates drenched in blood.
Thud.
As she collapsed, all the martial artists at the branch poured out.
“Quickly, to Hoe Chun Dang!”
Seon Woo Jin was a senior figure of the Murim Alliance.
Having become the Cheop Mil Won director who could mobilize forces across the branches scattered throughout Zhong Yuan.
His portrait had been distributed to each branch.
Thus, the martial artists of the Geon Chang Branch quickly recognized his face and immediately transported him to Hoe Chun Dang.
“Bring the Dong Rim Gak Ju who is in this vicinity!”
At the branch master’s cry, the martial artists nodded urgently and rushed outside.
Sa Gong Won, the Dong Rim Gak Ju of the Murim Alliance.
He was from Haeng Rim, not only skilled in medicine but also deeply knowledgeable in medicinal herbs.
Thus, when not attending to duties in the Murim Alliance, he constantly wandered famous mountains seeking various herbs.
He happened to be visiting this Geon Chang Branch to gather medicinal plants.
In short, he was the perfect person to treat Bu Eunseol’s severe injuries.
“A critical condition.”
Sa Gong Won, the Dong Rim Gak Ju, led by the martial artists into Hoe Chun Dang, took Bu Eunseol’s pulse and wore a grave expression.
“She has exhausted her inner force and fallen into a state of depletion. This Gak Ju must inject inner force, so you must stand guard outside.”
At the Dong Rim Gak Ju’s words, the Geon Chang Branch martial artists nodded urgently and left the hall.
As silence fell around them, Sa Gong Won smiled faintly, then gazed down at Bu Eunseol and laughed coldly.
“Remarkable. To endure with breath still flowing despite such grievous wounds.”
He murmured softly while looking down at the unconscious Bu Eunseol.
“I heard you were wounded and being chased by the Amhondae, so I waited here. The Murim Alliance’s escape routes are predictable enough.”
Sa Gong Won of the Dong Rim Pavilion.
He was a sleeper agent that the Demon Palace had secretly planted.
And upon hearing that Seon Woo Jin had fled to escape the Amhondae’s pursuit,
he had known she would come to this place, the Geon Chang Branch, and waited in advance.
A gravely wounded senior member of the Murim Alliance.
The only trustworthy safe house nearby was a Murim Alliance branch.
“For daring to touch the Chong Gyo Ryeong’s secret organization….”
Sa Gong Won extended his finger toward Bu Eunseol’s throat.
It was a vital point where even slight pressure would cut off one’s breath.
“You should never have harbored thoughts of survival from the beginning.”
And the moment he pressed down on the vital point,
Flash!
Bu Eunseol, who had been unconscious, opened her eyes.
In that instant, Sa Gong Won’s heart nearly leaped from his mouth in shock.
“What?!”
Bu Eunseol rose sluggishly, as if awakening from deep slumber, regardless of his alarm.
“Quite fast. I was worried you’d be late.”
As he yawned and muttered, Sa Gong Won’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Are you a jiangshi?”
He had clearly witnessed her martial power depleted to nothing after the Amhondae’s assault, bearing fatal wounds.
How could she possibly stand unharmed?
Bu Eunseol gazed at Sa Gong Won and smiled faintly.
“The Martial Emperor’s Secret Archive contains numerous secret techniques of the Orthodox Sects.”
And she spoke calmly, as if answering his curiosity.
“For instance, if one masters the Starlight Qi, one can perfectly restore one’s martial power unless the dantian is shattered.”
“Starlight Qi.”
Only then did Sa Gong Won grasp the situation, biting his lip.
“You mean… No Bu was already waiting for you here, and you knew it all along?”
“That’s not it.”
Bu Eunseol’s lips curved upward.
“But if it were the Demon Palace, I thought they would have already planted sleeper agents capable of striking at any Murim Alliance figure they had decided to kill.”
“….”
“This opportunity was a good chance to weed out the sleeper agents worth targeting me.”
Upon receiving the Amhondae’s covert strike,
Bu Eunseol had instead conceived two excellent schemes.
The first of these was
to identify and eliminate the Murim Alliance sleeper agents who would receive orders to kill her.
Seon Woo Jin had now become a senior member of the Murim Alliance, and by annihilating the Hyeoljuk, she had displeased Yeop Hyo Cheon, the second-in-command of the Demon Palace.
So someday, the Demon Palace would
It was obvious that he would use the sleeper agents he had planted beforehand to lower the poison.
“Don’t lie.”
Sa Gong Won’s eyes gleamed as if he had grasped something.
“No matter how well one masters the Heavenly Exterior technique, recovering depleted inner force in a single breath requires inner power equivalent to four hundred years of cultivation.”
He fixed a cold gaze upon Bu Eunseol and spoke harshly.
“You are not Seon Woo Jin.”
Bu Eunseol said nothing and smiled enigmatically.
In truth, my inner force had surpassed five hundred years of cultivation, and I had grasped the mysteries of the Way’s ascent and descent, the principle of endless circulation.
It would take hundreds—not merely dozens—of inner qi projectiles to deplete my reserves even slightly.
“Who exactly are you?”
Sa Gong Won could sense it instinctively.
This person called Seon Woo Jin was a false identity concealing someone else.
No matter how rare a prodigy appears once in centuries, no matter how brilliant one’s schemes might be.
One could not possibly comprehend the entire structure of the Demon Palace and the Murim Alliance, nor predict the moment sleeper agents would be deployed.
Only those who had endured countless hardships, survived within webs of treachery and conspiracy, and risen to the very pinnacle of some sect or organization could accomplish this.
Only such a person could lay such a trap and ensnare him within it.
“There’s nothing to know. Simply.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with absolute certainty.
“Understand that from this moment forward, I will eliminate the sleeper agents rooted within the Murim Alliance.”
Sa Gong Won’s expression grew tense.
It was clear that Bu Eunseol would torture him to extract information about the remaining sleeper agents.
‘With that person’s power, they wouldn’t even permit me to take my own life.’
The torture techniques of martial artists transcend imagination.
Since martial artists train their bodies and spirits daily, their endurance far exceeds that of ordinary people.
Thus their torture methods have developed to match that extraordinary resilience.
“I… I don’t know the identities of the other sleeper agents.”
“I know.”
Bu Eunseol spoke matter-of-factly.
“If the sleeper agents knew each other’s identities, capturing one would expose them all. The higher-ups would never reveal their true identities.”
“You understand well. Then what do you intend to do?”
“I’ll wait for you to take your own life.”
“Remarkable. Others would torture me relentlessly to extract information by any means.”
Click.
At that moment, white foam began to rise from Sa Gong Won’s mouth with a crisp sound.
He had bitten down on a poisoned false tooth and taken his own life.
“Thank you for showing mercy.”
“There’s no need to thank me. I never needed information about the Demon Palace’s sleeper agents in the first place.”
In that instant, Sa Gong Won’s eyes grew dim.
Only in death did he finally understand what Bu Eunseol truly desired.
“You… intend to bring down both the Murim Alliance and the Demon Palace.”
Crash!
With those words, Sa Gong Won collapsed, toppling the table beneath him.
A faint hissing sound escaped.
Simultaneously, pale smoke began rising from the corpse.
What he had bitten was Hwa Gol San—the most virulent poison in all of Murim.
Thud.
At the strange noise, the martial artists standing guard outside rushed in urgently.
“How is this possible?”
The martial artists who surveyed the interior widened their eyes in shock.
Bu Eunseol, who had been on death’s door, sat motionless, and before her lay a pool of blood so thick it seemed to overflow.
“The Dongrim Pavilion Master was a spy for the Demon Palace.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly, regarding the martial artists before her.
“Contact the Alliance immediately to inform them that the Dongrim Pavilion Master was a spy, and take measures to investigate all those connected to him.”
As she rose to her feet without hesitation, the branch director standing among the martial artists spoke carefully.
“Your injuries… are you truly unharmed?”
“Of course.”
“Already recovered?”
The branch director’s mouth fell open.
He had begun as an assassination squad member and endured countless hardships on his path to becoming branch director.
Because of this, his martial prowess had reached a respectable level, and his medical knowledge rivaled that of any skilled physician.
When Bu Eunseol had arrived at the Geon Chang Branch.
Her inner energy had been completely depleted, leaving only the reserves of two or three years of cultivation.
Yet she was already recovering her power?
‘Just how deep is her inner energy?’
The time required to recover depleted inner energy is proportional to one’s cultivation level.
For example, one who has reached a hundred years of cultivation takes one day to recover from complete depletion.
But one who has reached three hundred years of cultivation requires one hour to fully recover.
Yet in less than a quarter hour, she had recovered all her power?
‘Her inner energy seemed completely gone, as if it had vanished entirely.’
If that were the case, did her inner energy exceed five hundred years?
“How should I report the situation, then?”
“Report only what you witnessed. The rest will be clarified when I return to the Murim Alliance and explain the circumstances directly.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, the branch director stood in a daze before bowing his head.
“Understood.”
When he looked up again, Bu Eunseol had vanished.
‘This isn’t a dream, is it?’
After blinking for some time, he pinched his cheek repeatedly.
He had heard that a young prodigy who had risen to serve the Four Gods Seven Kings in the Alliance had been appointed as head of the Secret Archive.
He had simply thought it was someone with modest backing who had lucked into advancement…
But now he realized she was a supreme master of the highest caliber, capable of overturning all of Murim itself.
* * *
―The Amhondae, an elite unit of the Demon Hall, launched an assault on Seon Woo’s headquarters.
―In the process, Dong Rim Gak Ju, a mole planted within the Demon Hall, was exposed and executed by the head of the Cheop Mil Won.
The shocking rumor spread throughout Murim.
The fact that the Demon Hall had planted a mole within the Murim Alliance was hardly a remarkable matter.
The Demon Hall and the Murim Alliance—these two powers represented the unified military force of the Righteous Path.
It was only natural that they would plant moles and secretly monitor each other’s movements.
However, the Demon Hall had attempted to assassinate someone like Seon Woo Jin, the head of the Cheop Mil Won.
A new generation leader who had only recently been appointed to such a high position.
The fact that the assassin was Dong Rim Gak Ju, who could be considered a pillar of the Murim Alliance, was undeniably shocking.
―Not a mole of the Demon Hall.
The Demon Hall denied it.
In truth, it was an expected response.
When sending a mole into enemy territory from the start,
all evidence that could prove their identity was destroyed before deployment.
Moreover, since Dong Rim Gak Ju had committed suicide at Hwa Gol San, no evidence of him being a mole could possibly remain.
Even if he were to appear as a ghost and confess to being a mole, the Demon Hall would never acknowledge it.
―Truly cunning villains!
The Murim Alliance could not hide their displeasure at this turn of events.
A senior member who had risen to the important position of head of the Cheop Mil Won with the trust of the Alliance Lord
had been targeted by an elite assassination unit, and they had attempted to kill him using a mole?
This was something the Murim Alliance could never overlook.
―Until the Demon Hall offers an official apology, each branch of the Demon Hall and the Demonic Path sects will face hardship.
The Murim Alliance, as a gesture of protest,
began to exert subtle pressure on the Demonic Path factions within their sphere of influence.
―Who could blame them.
Not to be outdone, the Demon Hall began pressuring the Orthodox Sects in the same manner.
As the situation escalated, Murim became a minefield.
The Murim Alliance and the Demon Hall—the combined forces of Jeongsayang-do that divided the world in two.
They had long maintained a peaceful standoff, neither encroaching upon the other.
But because of this incident,
the fragile peace shattered completely, and an invisible power struggle began.
As the acute confrontation continued endlessly, large and small armed conflicts erupted between subordinate factions.
Eventually, both sides armed the martial artists of their respective branches and ordered them to protect the sects within their territories.
At this point, only a direct collision had not occurred.
Yet the tension remained—a hair-trigger situation that could explode at any moment.
Seomseong, Muhon Society, Muhon Pavilion. The Great Conference Hall.
There gathered Dae Gu Hwi and Bing Han Poong, the pillars of the Muhon Society, along with Do Cheon Rin, Dam Yoo Yeon, and Yu Hwa Ryeong.
However, Neung Bi Hon, being the sect master of the Noe Ryeong Gate, did not remain in the Muhon Society but constantly traveled to operate the Sinryae Jeondan.
And in the center of the conference hall sat a figure wearing a veil.
It was Bu Eunseol.
Since his connection to the Muhon Society was officially unknown, he could not reveal his face.
Even with his close associates gathered, he kept his identity concealed.
“According to Ryeong Ju’s plan, not just Seomseong but the entire Murim has become a sheet of thin ice.”
Military strategist Dam Yoo Yeon spoke calmly.
“The Demon Hall branches and Murim Alliance outposts across all regions are locked in sharp confrontation. If someone were to incite chaos now, a massive conflict would erupt immediately.”
She spoke with absolute confidence.
“At this moment, it would not be impossible to force a direct collision between the Demon Hall and the Murim Alliance.”
A plan for the tectonic shift that had been postponed since the Amhondae’s assassination attempt.
It was to collide the Demon Hall and the Murim Alliance against each other.
The Demon Hall and the Murim Alliance were the two coalitions that divided Murim.
If these two forces clashed, an uncontrollable catastrophe would ensue.
“We cannot afford to miss this opportunity.”
Bing Han Poong spoke with a faint smile.
“Then it is time for Ben Jeon to make its move.”
At Bing Han Poong’s confident words, Dae Gu Hwi’s complexion changed.
“Lord Bing. If the Demon Hall and the Murim Alliance clash, not only martial artists but innocent civilians will suffer casualties.”
A Jeongsadaejeon was not merely a conflict between the Murim Alliance and the Demon Hall.
All martial sects would choose sides and engage in total warfare.
Because of this, countless innocent civilians would suffer alongside the martial artists.
Dae Gu Hwi looked at the silent Bu Eunseol and asked.
“Do you truly intend to force a collision between the Demon Hall and the Murim Alliance?”
Dae Gu Hwi’s large eyes trembled.
If Bu Eunseol nodded… the homes of the common people would all become seas of flame.
Before the Imperial Army could intervene, the forces of both great martial powers would clash with their full strength.
A Jeongsadaejeon would unfold.

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