The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 773

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Chapter 773.
After that, Seo Mun Gyeong returned to the Seo Mun Family Estate.
From then on, he secluded himself and never showed his face to the world, or so it was said.
‘Then…’
Could it be that after that day, Seo Mun Gyeong harbored twisted thoughts and kidnapped young girls, committing cruel acts?
“Regarding that Seo Mun Gyeong.”
Woo Gyeong gazed at Wi Cheon Gyeong with a grave expression.
“It is said that his becoming a cripple is a fact openly known throughout the family.”
“A cripple.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
He continued in a low voice.
“However, the family head imposed a gag order, so it has not become widely known to the outside world.”
“Hmm.”
“In my assessment, it seems that Seo Mun Gyeong ultimately could not withstand the psychological pressure and his mind became unstable.”
“Have you searched for evidence?”
“My apologies. The Seo Mun Family Estate’s formation is formidable, and our team members have not yet completed infiltration.”
Sa Hon Dae member Woo Gyeong spoke with his head bowed.
“It appears our members should be able to dismantle the formation and infiltrate to find evidence within ten days.”
‘Ten days.’
Wi Cheon Gyeong shook his head.
If kidnappings had been occurring for years now, then the methods of disposing of evidence would have become quite sophisticated.
If ten days passed, not only would the child’s life be forfeit, but the probability of evidence being completely destroyed was high.
“Order the Sa Hon Dae immediately to cease the infiltration.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong spoke with resolve.
“I will go myself.”
“You, the Lord of Chuhon Dae, are saying this?”
Woo Gyeong, startled, immediately shook his head.
“If you go and something goes wrong, there will be no way to manage the aftermath. If you are discovered, even if the Ryeong Ju steps forward, it will be impossible to contain.”
Because all members of the Sa Hon Dae possessed perfect dual identities.
Even if discovered, it would cause no harm to the Demon Palace or Bu Eunseol.
But Wi Cheon Gyeong was different.
No matter how he disguised himself or wore a mask, he was not an Information Division operative, but rather the legitimate Lord of the Demon Palace.
Should he be discovered, the situation would spiral beyond control.
“There is no time to waste.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong cut off his words firmly and rose from his seat.
Then Woo Gyeong, after careful consideration, spoke.
“Then I will position all team members from Geun Dong at the Seo Mun Family Estate to prepare for emergencies.”
“A place like the Seo Mun Family Estate would not have an ordinary intelligence organization. We risk exposing ourselves or raising suspicion by unnecessarily concentrating our members there.”
“My Lord.”
“The outcome is the same either way. Even if I am discovered, the Sa Hon Dae cannot engage in open warfare with the Seo Mun Family Estate, can they?”
Wi Cheon Gyeong shook his head.
“I’ll handle it myself, so don’t worry about it.”
Then, with a slight tilt of his head, a mask that could conceal his face was instantly pulled over his features.
Whoosh!
Before Woo Gyeong could even protest, he had already left the Separate Annex.
Swoosh.
Wi Cheon Gyeong deployed his divine movement technique at full power.
‘It’s not about righteousness.’
In truth, he was a genuine practitioner of the Demonic Path, devoid of any sense of justice.
He was so indifferent that he paid no attention whatsoever to the affairs of those around him.
Moreover, having always lived in the shadow of comparison with Cheon Sal Dae Ju, he had grown increasingly cynical as time passed.
The only thing that mattered to him was his comrades in the Mubon Squad, those who shared his circumstances.
With them, he no longer faced comparison.
There were no complicated entanglements.
He thought it sufficient to live carelessly with these ruffians, charging headlong into whatever came their way.
But ever since Bu Eunseol, one of the Ten Demon Immortals from Nangya Pavilion, unexpectedly became the commander of the Mubon Squad,
his life had transformed completely.
Training like nothing before—hellish in its intensity—had begun.
He no longer cared about the gazes of others.
Rather, he could no longer afford to care.
Because alongside the infernal training came endless trials and persecution.
Even from the Ten Demonic Gates, those who could be called fellow practitioners of the Demonic Path.
―What does it matter whether one walks the Demonic Path or the Righteous Path?
Furthermore, the Ten Demon Immortals from Nangya Pavilion who had become the Mubon commander did not consider herself a practitioner of the Demonic Path.
No, she lacked even the consciousness of being a martial artist.
Yet while enduring all manner of trials, she fought to survive, and in doing so, she took great care to ensure her subordinates suffered no injuries.
―Well, she’s become human.
Even those wild ruffians of the Mubon Squad,
had become completely captivated by the humanity of the Ten Demon Immortals from Nangya Pavilion.
And Wi Cheon Gyeong himself was becoming more human, and he came to understand what righteousness truly meant.
Not blind loyalty, but simply righteousness.
Just the righteousness of how people should live.
The righteousness one must uphold.
―What does it matter how one classifies the path?
Let us live by righteousness like Ryeong Ju. Simply as humans. As people.
Even after learning that Bu Eunseol carried a dual identity, the Team Members followed her with unwavering loyalty.
And so time passed.
Before long, the world he perceived had changed entirely, his heart transformed.
Light had entered the darkness and dampness of his emotions.
And somewhere along the way, he had ceased to be merely a martial artist and had become a complete human being.
‘I’m simply.’
Wi Cheon Gyeong, channeling all his power through his divine technique, bit his lip.
‘Trying to live like a human being.’
Boom! Crack!
With the sound of air exploding, a band of murky steam formed before Wi Cheon Gyeong.
‘So… survive safely!’
Boom!
Wi Cheon Gyeong had already become a streak of light, tearing through the sky.
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The Underground Prison reeked of staleness and decay.
From somewhere came the sound of water dripping—sticky, rhythmic—and the damp air carried the stench of mold that assaulted the nostrils.
Screech.
With a cacophony of metal, the thick iron door groaned open.
The air within the Underground Prison froze solid as ice.
Shudder.
The small girls trapped inside trembled violently.
Whenever someone entered this place,
hellish torment would unfold—they knew this all too well.
“Hmm.”
The massive shadow that entered through the iron door paced before the cells, peering inside.
Within the Underground Prison, only bean-sized lanterns burned, leaving most of it shrouded in darkness.
“Hmm.”
The shadow, peering through the bars into the cells, let saliva drip from his mouth.
Inside were nothing but young girls, all of them imprisoned.
Each time he walked past, the girls trembled with their heads bowed.
Thud, thud.
When the shadow finally reached the last cell, his footsteps ceased.
There stood a girl, trembling in tattered clothes.
Her skin was pale, her eyes large and elongated, and even in the dim darkness, her features were strikingly clear.
“She resembles her.”
A crimson gleam flickered in the shadow’s eyes.
In this world, only pretty young girls resembled that bastard he wished to chew to death.
Unable to contain the rage festering in his heart, he committed these unspeakable atrocities.
“Today, I’ll choose that child.”
Clang.
He unlocked the cell door.
The girl fell to her knees, clasping her hands in desperate plea.
“My lord, please spare me. I beg you.”
“You’re still alive, aren’t you?”
The shadow bared his white teeth in a grin.
“People don’t die easily. Even if their hands or feet are severed, they can still live. No, they can survive perfectly well even without all of them.”
She trembled.
The girl could only shed tears with unfocused eyes clouded by fear, unable to utter a single word.
Creak.
At that moment, the entrance door to the Underground Prison swung open, and a martial artist in yellow robes rushed down and prostrated himself beside Shadow.
“There is an intruder.”
“An intruder?”
“Yes, sir. They’ve penetrated the Iron Vast Bridge Confusion Array and immediately entered the Fake Underground Prison… It appears they may be either a pursuer from Gwan Bu or a vagrant seeking the bounty.”
“Nuisances like moths. They find their way here every year, don’t they.”
Shadow chuckled darkly, then spoke coldly.
“Activate the Underworld Prison Array to eliminate them.”
As Shadow turned to walk back into the Underground Prison, the martial artist spoke again.
“It has already been activated.”
“What?”
The martial artist lowered his head and continued.
“This person’s skill is truly remarkable. Despite the warriors of the Outer Quarters deploying the Underworld Prison Array to contain them, they’ve eliminated everyone and are currently escaping the Fake Underground Prison.”
Shadow, who had been handling the torture instruments laid upon the table, spoke with irritation.
“Incompetent fools. Can’t even handle a single intruder.”
Clang.
Shadow threw down the iron pincers he was holding and opened his mouth.
“Deploy the Layered Locking Prison Array to completely conceal this Underground Prison.”
Then he turned and walked out of the Underground Prison.
“Summon the Twelve Jade Dragons. I shall command them personally.”
Splash! Crash!
Blood continues to spray endlessly.
Wi Cheon Gyeong, who had entered the narrow Underground Cavern, was continuously dealing with the endless stream of martial artists and hidden weapons.
Strange formation arrays were laid throughout the interior, preventing him from displaying his full power.
Yet he did not retreat, meeting each assault with valiant determination.
Thud, thud, thud.
He struck down all the martial artists pouring toward him, but immediately more reinforcements arrived.
As the endless stream of warriors continued, Wi Cheon Gyeong finally hurled himself toward the exit.
But the exit was already blocked by martial artists who had set up several formation gates to prevent his escape.
‘They’ve created a fake Underground Prison.’
The moment Wi Cheon Gyeong arrived at the Seo Mun Family Estate, he immediately deployed a tracking technique to search for the location where the children were likely being held.
And finally, near the Back Garden, he discovered traces of the children being dragged away.
After carefully examining the surroundings for some time, he discovered the secretly hidden Underground Prison.
However, no matter how thoroughly he searched the prison, the abducted girls were nowhere to be found.
Instead, traces of fierce combat were scattered throughout.
―Ah.
Only then did Wi Cheon Gyeong grasp the situation, and his expression darkened with fury.
A meticulously laid trap indeed.
To find the abducted children, or to claim the bounty placed upon their recovery.
Countless wanderers must have infiltrated the Seo Mun Family Estate.
And they would have ransacked the interior searching for concrete evidence.
The Seo Mun Family exploited this very fact, constructing a fake Underground Prison bearing traces of abduction.
Thus creating a death trap capable of annihilating all pursuers in one fell swoop.
After all, no evidence could be found.
And since they had unlawfully infiltrated the Seo Mun Family Estate—which housed more treasures than any of the Eight Major Martial Families—
They had no grounds for complaint even if executed on the spot.
In this manner, the Seo Mun Family had long evaded pursuit and erased all evidence.
‘Then the family head, or at least some of the senior members, knew of Seo Mun Gyeong’s crimes and tacitly permitted them.’
I had believed it to be Seo Mun Gyeong’s personal transgression.
Yet now it was clear—the entire family wielded its power to systematically conceal his crimes.
No matter how brilliant Wi Cheon Gyeong’s mind, predicting such machinations would be nearly impossible.
Thus he too had infiltrated the fake Underground Prison, clashing with the Seo Mun Family’s masters lying in wait, sustaining grievous wounds in the process.
‘Impossible.’
Wi Cheon Gyeong possessed the Heavenly Scripture’s spirit cultivation technique—the Profound Shadowless Form—taught to him by Bu Eunseol.
This maximized both the concealment mysteries of the Extreme Speed Shadowless technique and penetrating force.
When unleashing the movement technique at full power, he entered a state of absolute emptiness for a fleeting instant.
A mystical spirit cultivation that allowed him to slip through even the narrowest of gaps in a single breath.
“Hah!”
Wi Cheon Gyeong unleashed the Profound Shadowless Form with all his might.
The Seo Mun Family’s martial artists strained with all their strength to restrain him.
Whoosh!
With the Profound Shadowless Form’s ability to pass through even the tiniest opening, he swept past them in an instant.
Boom!
At last breaching the final defense, Wi Cheon Gyeong escaped the fake Underground Prison.
Crack, crack, crack.
Yet upon emerging, some two hundred martial artists surrounded him once more.
Judging by the strange luminescence emanating from the entire Back Garden where Wi Cheon Gyeong stood,
It appeared they had already laid down a formation to seal off all escape routes.
“Huff, huff.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong breathed heavily.
He had already shattered fifteen formations and defeated two hundred masters within the fake Underground Prison.
Moreover, the Seo Mun Family’s martial artists employed formations designed to drain stamina and inner force.
Though Wi Cheon Gyeong’s movement technique and inner cultivation exceeded the level of a new generation master,
He had yet to reach the transcendent realm like Bu Eunseol, nor possessed the martial prowess to single-handedly crush hundreds of troops like Yu Woon Ryong or Myo Cheon Woo.
Whoosh.
Then the ranks of martial artists parted as a sturdily built elderly man of advanced years approached.
It was none other than the current family head of the Seo Mun Family—Seo Mun Gwang.
“You appear to be a disciple of the Demonic Path.”
Seo Mun Gwang furrowed his brow as he regarded the masked Wi Cheon Gyeong.
“Why have you infiltrated the Main House?”
Wi Cheon Gyeong maintained his silence.
Speaking unnecessarily would only increase the probability of his identity being exposed.
Moreover, since a Fake Underground Prison had been constructed within the family estate, Seo Mun Gwang was undoubtedly already aware of his son’s misdeeds and concealing them.
There was nothing to be gained from conversing with him.
Screech.
Wi Cheon Gyeong grasped the two short blades at his waist with both hands.
Then, employing a movement technique as swift as lightning, he closed the distance of twenty paces and struck at Seo Mun Gwang’s throat.
Zing.
Yet Wi Cheon Gyeong plummeted from the air like a bird with broken wings.
A transparent barrier of formidable energy enveloped Seo Mun Gwang’s surroundings—a formation technique of remarkable power.
“Vicious wretch. Strike him down.”
At Seo Mun Gwang’s command, over a hundred martial artists spun in circles, unleashing their formidable energies.
In the Gangho, it was said that the Seo Mun Family’s formation techniques could not match the subtlety of the Je Gal Family’s.
Yet in terms of lethality alone—
they were considered superior to the Je Gal Family’s formations.
The Seo Mun Family’s techniques were specialized exclusively in the art of killing.
Flash! Flash!
Wi Cheon Gyeong left crimson afterimages in the air as he cut down the advancing martial artists.
Yet his attacks were somewhat sluggish.
The strange properties emanating from the formation beneath constrained his power, and his techniques were being released a beat too late.
The martial artists seized this opportunity to attempt Wi Cheon Gyeong’s execution.
Whoosh.
Despite the dire circumstances, Wi Cheon Gyeong refused to yield, deploying a movement technique as fierce as a tempest to counter his foes.
Splat! Splat!
His garments were soon stained crimson with wounds inflicted from all directions.
Yet he persisted, launching relentless attacks without cessation.
Observing this display, Seo Mun Gwang exhaled a sigh.
“This young man has mastered a remarkable movement technique.”
All martial artists of the Murim cultivated lightness techniques.
Among them were those renowned as masters of aerial movement.
Yet the masked figure before him displayed movement techniques so astonishing and profound that the title of master seemed insufficient.
“It is not merely speed—his movements embody the principles of the heavens themselves.”
As a master of formation techniques, he immediately recognized that Wi Cheon Gyeong’s movement art had reached an exceptionally elevated realm.
Moreover, it incorporated the mysterious patterns of celestial constellations.
“One of such caliber cannot be an unknown nobody. I must eliminate him swiftly to avoid future complications.”
A master of such prowess would not have infiltrated the Seo Mun estate alone.
To prevent any seeds of trouble from taking root, he must be eliminated without fail.
“Even if he were the Emperor’s son, he was struck down while trespassing over the Main House’s walls—there is nothing to dispute.”
Seo Mun Gwang, muttering low, suddenly cried out.
“Deploy the Heaven’s Blood Formation!”
At his shout, twelve martial experts clad in yellow robes descended around Wi Cheon Gyeong.
Judging by their bearing, they were formidable warriors indeed.
Zing.
As they drew their blades and chaotically arranged their formation, Wi Cheon Gyeong felt a pressure so intense it made him nauseous.
A killing formation deployed by twelve masters of array techniques—the Heaven’s Blood Formation had been unleashed.
Crack. Boom!
As the Heaven’s Blood Formation took shape, Wi Cheon Gyeong’s body became as heavy as if weighted by a thousand stones.
As his movements slowed, the Seo Mun experts seized the opening and unleashed relentless, lethal strikes.
Crash!
The combined force of twelve masters poured down upon Wi Cheon Gyeong’s body in endless succession.
Boom, boom, boom!
With explosive sounds, Wi Cheon Gyeong finally spewed blood and staggered back more than a dozen paces.
‘Impossible.’
Whoosh!
Yet Wi Cheon Gyeong, as if possessed of a body forged from steel,
disregarded his wounds and once more left afterimages as he tore through the interior of the formation.
“Gahhh!”
“Argh!”
And at last he severed two warriors,
Crash!
but was struck again by a strike, and forced to drop to one knee, his technique interrupted.
“Caught you.”
Seo Mun Gwang smiled, though inwardly he wiped sweat from his brow.
This young man possessed such formidable martial skill that he had not only defeated the elite forces waiting in the Fake Underground Prison,
but had severed the necks of two of the twelve disciples Seo Mun Gwang had personally trained before falling.
“I shall dismember you limb from limb, then demand compensation from those behind you for the losses to our clan.”
Surely there was a considerable power backing this Masked Assassin.
Seo Mun Gwang intended to kill him, eliminate all traces, and then extract reparations for the damage to his family’s forces.
After all, the dead speak no words, and evidence leaves no mark.
“Finish him.”
As Seo Mun Gwang nodded, the remaining ten experts channeled formidable power into both their hands.
Whirrr.
A faint luminescence began to shimmer across their palms.
Knowing Wi Cheon Gyeong was a master of considerable skill, they revealed no opening until the final moment,
determined to kill him perfectly.
Boom!
Yet an explosion erupted from an unexpected direction.
A thunderous sound of collapse echoed from the main gate of the Seo Mun Family Estate.
A sharp crack split the air.
At that very moment, a martial artist clad in black robes rushed toward Seo Mun Gwang.
“What is happening?”
As Seo Mun Gwang questioned him, the martial artist spoke urgently.
“There are intruders again.”
Boom, boom, boom!
Two massive shadows advanced through the trembling earth, pushing toward the location where Wi Cheon Gyeong was surrounded.
“What are those things!”
The martial artists of the Seo Mun Family Estate attempted to block them, but the intruders moved like cannonballs.
They ignored all attacks and shot forward in a straight line.
Crash!
Finally, the two shadows shattered even the Cheon In Blood formation and stood beside Wi Cheon Gyeong.
Though they wore masks, their fierce eyes and protruding whiskers could not be concealed.
They were Won Se Moon and Jo Nam Cheon.
“Why are you here?”
Wi Cheon Gyeong asked, and Won Se Moon let out a laugh.
“Without a water supplier, where are we supposed to go drink?”
Jo Nam Cheon brushed the dust from his body and spoke.
“Since you disappeared without a trace, we asked Woo Gyeong. He told us you came here.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong could not hide his bewildered expression.
“You came all this way after hearing I was here?”
“Since you didn’t return when you should have, we had no choice but to come.”
As Won Se Moon and Jo Nam Cheon laughed, Wi Cheon Gyeong’s eyes wavered.
‘These bastards.’
Though the two knew why Wi Cheon Gyeong had come to the Seo Mun Family Estate,
they came alone without bringing any forces.
Had they brought troops, it could have escalated into a conflict between the Demon Palace and the Seo Mun Family Estate.
Sensing that Wi Cheon Gyeong was in danger, they instructed the Sa Hon Dae to absolutely not intervene,
and the two of them rammed through the main gate of the Seo Mun Family Estate to come here.
“If you two come as well, who will attend to him?”
Wi Cheon Gyeong furrowed his brow and spoke in a low voice.
“There is no way to survive this place.”
Then Jo Nam Cheon and Won Se Moon snorted and spoke.
“He will understand. We were never men without roots from the beginning.”
“Back then, we made a promise. When the time of death comes, the three of us must die together on the battlefield.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong’s eyes wavered like ripples on water.
Even though they had become the trusted subordinates of Bu Eunseol, who commanded all under heaven,
even though they had become men lacking nothing in status,
the Mubon Squad remained the Mubon Squad.
Back when no one acknowledged our reckless nature, when we leaned on each other to endure…
I came here risking my life for a comrade who shared those harsh days with me.
Together with Wi Cheon Gyeong.
To die on the same day and hour.

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