The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 734

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Chapter 734.
Bu Eunseol wasted no time and immediately made her way to the Abandoned Manor where Yeon Wol was.
The interior of the Abandoned Manor remained crowded with patients.
Despite the late hour, lights still burned throughout the building.
As night fell, Yeon Wol was no longer attending to the stream of arriving patients.
Instead, he appeared to be tending to the critically ill who were staying within the Abandoned Manor for treatment.
Bu Eunseol deployed a concealing technique and infiltrated the Abandoned Manor.
Finally, she located Yeon Wol moving alongside the Middle-Aged Man.
Footsteps echoed softly.
He entered a dilapidated building where patients were staying, guided by the Middle-Aged Man.
However, the Middle-Aged Man only escorted him to the entrance, and Yeon Wol proceeded inside alone.
“Mmm…”
Yeon Wol approached an elderly man lying on a bed, groaning softly.
“How is your body feeling?”
The Old Innkeeper opened his eyes with great difficulty and gazed at Yeon Wol.
“It… hurts terribly.”
The old man’s face was gaunt and skeletal, with a tumor the size of a child’s head protruding from his side.
“I… truly wish to give up now.”
The Old Innkeeper could not move his body at all, and from the bedsores on his back and buttocks, fluid continued to seep.
“It is… unbearably agonizing.”
With each word the old man spoke, his breath came in labored gasps as if it might cease at any moment.
“You cannot. You must never give up.”
Yeon Wol withdrew a single medicinal pill from his robe and brought it close to the old man’s face.
The motion was so natural that one could not imagine him to be blind.
“Do not waste such precious medicine… please.”
The Old Innkeeper refused the pill with all his remaining strength.
“I… shall give up.”
“You cannot. This is not possible.”
Yeon Wol placed the medicinal pill into the old man’s mouth. The pill dissolved like water upon entering and was absorbed instantly.
“I will surely cure you completely. Endure just a little longer.”
“…”
“I am currently preparing new medicinal herbs and creating fresh remedies.”
In the Old Innkeeper’s eyes as he gazed at Yeon Wol, tears and blood dripped continuously.
After taking the medicine, the fading pulse suddenly beat with vigor once more.
But that was all.
His body still could not move, and as his pulse beat strongly, the pain felt throughout his entire body became even more acute.
He should have already breathed his last.
The Old Innkeeper, unable to move even a single finger, endured an endless torment akin to death itself.
“Mmm…”
Groans escaped from the old man’s lips.
Pain unlike anything before was spreading throughout his entire body.
“Please bear with it just a little longer. I’ll return shortly with new medicine.”
Yeon Wol, moving his body once more, approached the Young Man beside him.
Though his limbs were also paralyzed and he couldn’t move his body, his complexion was remarkably healthy and showed no signs of illness whatsoever.
“How is your body feeling?”
“Since the physician treated me, the pain has completely vanished.”
The Young Man spoke with an expression of deep gratitude.
“I spent every day in agony, waiting only for death, but thanks to you, physician, I feel as though I’ve found a new life.”
“The human body possesses natural healing abilities. Simply purifying the blood and promoting circulation can cure many ailments.”
Yeon Wol exhaled deeply.
“But I worry. Once the human body is exposed to illness, the probability of contracting it again becomes quite high.”
“Is that… so?”
“That elderly man over there, suffering unto death, was born as a servant in another’s household and worked himself to exhaustion his entire life.”
Yeon Wol spoke with evident sorrow.
“But as he aged and grew frail, he was ultimately cast out. Despite breaking his body with labor his whole life, all that remained were pain and illness.”
The Young Man’s expression became complicated.
He too had worked as a servant, fallen ill, and been cast out due to mounting medical expenses he couldn’t afford.
“Life is fundamentally suffering and hardship. A human existence is ultimately nothing more than a process of aging while enduring physical and spiritual torment.”
Yeon Wol sighed and retrieved his acupuncture needles from his body.
“I’ve spoken needlessly. Let me begin the treatment now.”
He administered the needles to the Young Man’s body with meticulous care.
The Young Man’s complexion brightened further, and vitality surged through his entire frame.
Yet anxiety gnawed at his heart.
What if he fell ill again?
He had received treatment now, but what if illness struck again later?
Would he ever encounter such a skilled physician again? And if he fell ill then, who would treat him?
Countless worries and anguish enveloped the Young Man’s mind.
“Truly, I ask for nothing more than to never experience this suffering again.”
At the Young Man’s anxious words, Yeon Wol smiled faintly with his eyes closed.
“Life is suffering. One might even say that birth itself is a form of suffering.”
Yeon Wol spoke calmly.
“Doesn’t the Buddhist Order speak of enlightenment as severing the endless chain of reincarnation?”
“Is that… so?”
“Indeed. The best outcome would be to never be born again into this painful world.”
Yeon Wol spoke as he organized his acupuncture needles.
“I’ve spoken needlessly.”
“….”
“With a little more treatment, you will improve further.”
As Yeon Wol rose to his feet, the Young Man, still lying down, expressed his gratitude.
“Thank you.”
He greeted them, but the Young Scholar’s expression remained clouded.
Was this truly the right way to live? How much longer would I continue like this?
Endless doubts clung to my heart, churning through my mind.
As Yeon Wol stepped outside, the Middle-Aged Man stood waiting respectfully in the darkness.
“Now that you’ve seen all the patients, you should rest as well.”
“Doctor, please take your ease too. Haven’t you gone without sleep for days?”
The Middle-Aged Man spoke earnestly.
His name was Jang Sam.
He had once been a limping beggar who survived by panhandling near this abandoned house.
But after Yeon Wol arrived here, he was the first to have his leg healed.
Then Yeon Wol asked him to spread word throughout the village that he would treat sick patients for free.
With his limp cured, Jang Sam eagerly wandered the village spreading the news.
As word spread, patients came flooding in like clouds.
When the Abandoned Manor became a clinic, Jang Sam naturally began attending to Yeon Wol like a devoted servant.
He managed the influx of people and patients so they would not inconvenience the doctor.
He directed the gathered crowds to repair the damaged buildings.
And this life brought him a sense of purpose and happiness he had never known before.
“I’ll take a brief walk.”
“At this dark hour before dawn?”
“What does time matter?”
Yeon Wol smiled calmly.
“For my eyes, it is always night anyway.”
And with his walking stick in hand, he stepped outside the Manor.
Jang Sam quickly followed at his side.
“Doctor, allow me to guide you.”
“You’re making me repeat myself.”
When Yeon Wol’s voice turned cold in a way he had never heard before, Jang Sam hastily bowed his head.
“My apologies.”
To Jang Sam, Yeon Wol was a god, a treasure who would secure the remainder of his life.
Thanks to him treating patients without charge,
he who had once been a beggar could now command and direct people like a manor’s steward.
He could never leave his side and live any other way.
Pat, pat.
With his walking stick, Yeon Wol soon reached the Bamboo Forest, a distance from the village.
His gait was remarkably swift and steady, making it impossible to believe he was blind.
Finally entering the bamboo grove, he smiled softly and murmured.
“If you’ve called someone, shouldn’t you come out to meet them first?”
Yeon Wol spoke in a low voice.
“I’ve been sensing traces of your inner energy since I examined the patients earlier.”
Whoosh.
From the opposite side of the Bamboo Forest, a familiar figure emerged.
Bu Eunseol.
“If you had ignored my presence, you could have endured much longer, couldn’t you?”
“Well, I suppose I could have lasted about ten days at most.”
Yeon Wol laughed.
“But you were already convinced and searching for evidence with desperate eyes… wouldn’t you have found something eventually?”
“Is that why you deliberately showed me killing a patient?”
He had been treating patients deliberately, knowing that Bu Eunseol was watching.
“Killing a patient? Surely you don’t think the medicine I provided was poison?”
Yeon Wol’s expression turned aggrieved.
“To alleviate the suffering of those near death and eliminate tumors within the body, the only method to extend life is through the principle of using poison to counter poison.”
And he spoke with confidence.
“When I first met the Old Innkeeper, his body had only days remaining, but now thanks to my clinic, he has been prolonging his life for over three months.”
“How amusing.”
A sharp gleam flashed across Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“Making them suffer, neither dead nor alive, and calling that prolonging life?”
Bu Eunseol had already grasped the entire situation.
The old man’s body was already no different from a corpse, but due to the deadly poison Yeon Wol had administered,
he clung to existence in a state of neither death nor life, enduring a hellish existence.
“Why mix in such agonizing poison?”
Bu Eunseol withdrew a medicinal pellet from her garment and hurled it to the ground.
It was identical to the one Yeon Wol had given the old man moments before.
“You seem quite skilled in the medical arts.”
As Yeon Wol chuckled with his eyes closed, Bu Eunseol spoke with gravity.
“Why did you employ the Hidden Blood Great Salvation Technique on a young man with hope for recovery?”
His eyes burned with fury.
“That would trigger his innate vital energy and cause him to die slowly.”
“You knew that much?”
Yeon Wol shrugged as if surprised.
“That’s right. In truth, that young man could recover quickly with proper treatment.”
Yeon Wol sighed as he spoke.
“As you said, triggering his innate vital energy would ease his body, but ultimately his life force would be exhausted… at best, he’d live about three months.”
And he smiled faintly.
“By then, I’ll be treating other patients elsewhere.”
“Why.”
Bu Eunseol gazed at Yeon Wol’s sinister smile and spoke.
“Why do you torment the suffering and let those who could live waste away?”
“You understand nothing.”
Yeon Wol said.
“Those afflicted with grave illnesses contracted them due to karmic retribution from their past lives.”
“What did you say?”
“But when one contracts an illness and endures prolonged suffering and anguish….”
He spoke with unwavering confidence.
“That sin is cleansed in this lifetime, allowing one to be reborn in a better form.”
It was profoundly twisted logic.
An unpleasant premonition flickered through Bu Eunseol’s mind, but she forcibly suppressed it.
“What about the Young Man? They aren’t gravely ill and could survive. Why waste their vitality and let them die?”
“That is a form of almsgiving, if you will.”
Yeon Wol smiled faintly.
“Those with weak bodies must die quickly to be reborn as stronger people. I am cultivating merit through my medical skills.”
Her unpleasant premonition had become reality.
Only those who carried the legacy of the Ma Gyo could take lives with such absurd reasoning.
“Inbiyin.”
Inbiyin.
They hastened the death of the weak to grant them rebirth as superior beings.
Descendants of the Ma Gyo who possessed this grotesque doctrine of accumulating merit through such acts.
Yeon Wol belonged to that organization.
“Remarkable.”
Yeon Wol smiled with closed eyes.
“Is it because you’re a Special Vagrant? Or because you’re Tan Wang’s disciple? How do you know so precisely about Ben Cheon at such a young age—something even the Murim’s elder statesmen rarely understand?”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s spine chilled.
It was not because Yeon Wol had accurately discerned Seol So’s identity.
Until now, she had believed Inbiyin to be a new faction created by descendants of the Ma Gyo.
But now Yeon Wol had spoken of “Ben Cheon.”
That meant Inbiyin was merely a fragment of some larger organization, did it not?
“Inbiyin doesn’t refer to the Ma Gyo successor faction?”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Yeon Wol made a sound of realization.
“Hehe. How surprising. I thought you truly knew about us.”
“Us? You mean the faction you belong to.”
Yeon Wol laughed playfully.
“Well, interpret it however you wish.”
“What is your purpose?”
Bu Eunseol asked.
“Is it merely to kill the weak through various methods? Or do you have some other objective?”
“I already told you. To accumulate merit.”
“Merit?”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes grew cold.
“You turn those without hope of survival into half-corpses and inflict suffering akin to death itself.”
“….”
“How is slowly killing those who could perfectly well live, without their understanding, any form of merit?”
The elderly man kept alive by poison couldn’t move a single finger or toe.
He was experiencing every conceivable torment a human could endure.
Meanwhile, the Young Scholar who believed he had recovered from his grave illness felt an inexplicable dread at Yeon Wol’s words.
Without understanding why, he was slowly withering away to death.
Bu Eunseol had witnessed countless villains and Killing Ghosts throughout her life.
But she had never encountered anyone who killed with such vicious methods as Yeon Wol.
“I told you. Those afflicted with grave illness can atone for their sins if they experience the maximum suffering a human can feel.”
Yeon Wol’s expression radiated pride, as though performing a noble deed.
“Meeting me was their fortune. They obtained an opportunity to cleanse their sins without great effort and be reborn magnificently.”
Bu Eunseol had nothing more to say.
Yeon Wol was merely a madman consumed by twisted doctrine.
He claimed those dying from grave illness had committed sins, subjecting them to hellish torment.
Simply because they were born weak.
He stripped them of hope in life and drained their vitality until death claimed them…
He was truly no different from The Demon himself.
“I have one final question.”
Bu Eunseol asked with a desolate expression.
“What is the organizational structure of the Inbiyin? What does Ben Cheon mean?”
“….”
“Why do you create Young Boys called Gwi Ah and send them into the Murim?”
“Hmm.”
Yeon Wol shook his head as if recalling something.
“Since you seem to know absolutely nothing, I’ll tell you just one thing.”
Yeon Wol smiled faintly.
“Gwi Ah is merely a small experiment.”
Sparks ignited in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
That statement meant there existed other things besides Gwi Ah, didn’t it?
If so, could the chaos created by the Inbiyin strike the Murim again in the future?
‘I must prepare myself.’
If the Inbiyin emerged as a result of destroying the Infinite Realm.
Then destroying the Cheonghae Realm would unleash the forces they controlled.
And destroying the Gwi Il Gye might trigger another backlash, bringing forth something else entirely.
‘It matters not.’
The Three Realms themselves arbitrarily exploit, kill, and experiment on innocent people.
Ultimately, the Three Realms are merely the lesser evil—no different from the Inbiyin.
Whoosh.
Bu Eunseol extended her fingers,
Whirrrrr.
The surrounding air began to gradually converge toward my fingertips.
Known as a disciple of Tan Wang, I was attempting to mimic and deploy the Tan Technique.
“On behalf of the heavens, I shall punish you for callously taking the lives of innocent commoners and toying with them.”
Yeon Wol kept his eyes closed, a smile playing across his lips even as Bu Eunseol prepared to unleash her Nae Ga Tan Ki.
It was as if he were inviting her to attack if she dared.
If Bu Eunseol had truly been Tan Wang’s disciple?
She would never have launched a preemptive strike against Yeon Wol, who stood with eyes closed and not even assuming a defensive stance.
After all, he was a renowned righteous hero whose name had been inscribed on the monument of heroes while her master still lived.
Boom!
Yet Bu Eunseol unleashed the Nae Ga Tan Ki without hesitation.
Though in truth, it was not the technique of the Nae Ga Tan Ki itself.
Rather, she compressed the air using five hundred years of accumulated inner force, unleashing a terrifying gale of wind.
Whoosh!
But something extraordinary occurred.
The Nae Ga Tan Ki dissipated like mist before it could even touch Yeon Wol’s body.
Zing.
As it turned out, his body was already enveloped in a mysterious aura.
Whooom.
Undeterred, Bu Eunseol deployed her finger technique.
Instantly, dozens of pebbles materialized before her eyes.
She had perfectly mimicked Tan Wang’s methods, unfolding the Nae Ga Tan Ki technique once more.
Crash! Crash!
Each time the pebbles struck Yeon Wol’s body, they exploded with thunderous force, scattering dust in all directions.
Yet even so, the mysterious aura surrounding him remained unbroken.
Screech!
In the next moment, Bu Eunseol closed the distance and drew the iron sword from her waist, thrusting it toward Yeon Wol’s throat.
But his formidable inner force-infused blade could not penetrate his body.
Clang.
Rather than continue her assault, Bu Eunseol threw herself backward.
“Black Divine Technique?”
“Oh, you certainly know many words.”
A gleam of delight shone from Yeon Wol’s expression, his eyes still closed.
“That you know of us, and that you understand the Black Divine Technique… it suggests you’ve crossed paths with us quite often. Yet I cannot fathom why you were never detected.”
Yeon Wol fell silent for a moment, then his voice took on a sinister tone.
“Or perhaps the very identity of Seol So is nothing more than someone’s shadow.”
Bu Eunseol closed her mouth.
Yeon Wol was deducing much from a single sentence.
“Then shall I investigate?”
As Bu Eunseol maintained her silence, Yeon Wol
Whoosh!
closed the distance in an instant and extended his staff.
The movement was utterly natural.
Bu Eunseol nearly had her brow pierced before she even understood what was happening.
Whoosh.
As Bu Eunseol quickly turned her head to evade, the staff traced a crescent arc through the air before descending toward a vital point on her chest.
Though it appeared to be a staff strike devoid of force, the power contained within was extraordinary.
Each time the staff cut through the air, leaves scattered in all directions.
‘There are no openings.’
Boom!
Unable to find a flaw in Yeon Wol’s staff technique, Bu Eunseol unleashed her Internal Qi Slash once more.
Yet Yeon Wol evaded it as naturally as if he already knew where it would arrive.
Swish. Crack.
The staff technique displayed by the blind Yeon Wol was more flawless than any sword form Bu Eunseol had faced from any master before.
Not a single flaw could be found, and with each swing of the staff, a subtle pressure seemed to compress her chest.
‘I’ll clash with my inner force.’
Bu Eunseol precisely struck the tip of the staff that was boring toward her vital point with her iron sword.
Ring!
A circular shockwave erupted between the staff and sword, and a tempest swept outward in all directions.
The moment the weapons made contact, they both poured their full inner force into a direct confrontation of power.
Whoooosh.
Leaves cascaded down like rain.
Remarkably, Yeon Wol was effortlessly withstanding the four-hundred-year level of cultivation Bu Eunseol was exerting.
His expression remained serene, yet between them a tempest of nearly eight-hundred years of inner force raged.
If I were to lose this clash of inner force?
Eight hundred years of power would surge through my body. There would be no escape from such devastation.
‘So that’s it.’
Despite Yeon Wol’s overwhelming inner force, a spark of fighting spirit blazed forth from Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Now I understood why Yeon Wol was so formidable.
What impossible techniques he was employing.
I had grasped the secret.

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