The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 779

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Chapter 779.
Bu Eunseol had recently confined herself within the Murim Alliance, quietly handling administrative duties.
During this time, she had revealed herself far too frequently throughout Gangho, and had been processing far too many matters single-handedly.
―Her subordinates needed to gain extensive experience and handle numerous tasks themselves.
If she alone ventured into Gangho and experienced and resolved everything, her subordinates’ perspectives and discernment would inevitably become extremely narrow.
Their desire to grow stronger and the driving force behind their ambitions would eventually fade away.
For this reason, she had recently begun deliberately delegating various tasks to her subordinates.
She herself merely commanded from the shadows.
Much like how she had entrusted the affairs of the Seo Mun Family Estate to the Lords of the Sayoung Battle Division.
“They must continue to experience the turbulence of Gangho firsthand and handle various matters.”
They still possessed infinite room for growth ahead.
Only by fostering the growth of all could she entrust them with confidence to handle various responsibilities.
“Wonju, it is Tae Mu Ryong.”
Just as Bu Eunseol finished all her administrative work and was taking a brief respite, Tae Mu Ryong visited.
He discreetly handed over a sealed letter.
It was a correspondence sent by Gong Son Dan Gyeong.
“How strange.”
As Bu Eunseol read through the letter, she furrowed her brow.
Most confidential matters were conducted in the Secret Chamber installed within her office.
Yet why would she deliberately summon her via letter to a mountain lodge somewhat distant from the Murim Alliance?
“Can you immediately ascertain the whereabouts of Chief Gong Son?”
“Of course.”
Tae Mu Ryong bowed his head and briefly stepped outside before returning.
“Chief Gong Son received personal leave several days ago for private matters.”
“And her whereabouts after that?”
“None. Because the personnel of the Chief Inspector Division have concealed her tracks discreetly, even the masters of the Sungwi Unit have been unable to ascertain her exact location.”
Tae Mu Ryong spoke cautiously.
“I believe she may have genuinely gone to attend to personal business.”
Bu Eunseol fell into deep contemplation for a moment.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong harbored many secrets and operated organizations hidden from the outside world.
Therefore, being absent from the Alliance for several days was hardly a significant matter.
‘However.’
While she was on personal leave,
the fact that she had summoned her to a secret mountain lodge was far too peculiar.
“Has something happened to the Chief?”
As Tae Mu Ryong asked with concern, Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“That is not the case.”
The letter contained instructions to tell no one and to come to the mountain lodge.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s handwriting was unmistakable, and her brushstrokes showed no hesitation or confusion.
She had clearly written the characters with a clear mind and sent them to her—thus I would honor her request.
“I was simply curious about the Chief’s whereabouts.”
Tae Mu Ryong, misinterpreting Bu Eunseol’s excuse, spoke.
“The Chief has certainly changed. Unlike before, you no longer suspect Seon Woo or pry into his affairs.”
And he wore a faint smile.
“I hope you two remain on good terms.”
Already within the Murim Alliance,
Seon Woo Jin and Gong Son Dan Gyeong were being treated as official lovers.
Of course, Tae Mu Ryong knew well that Bu Eunseol had no particular interest in Gong Son Dan Gyeong.
But since Gong Son Dan Gyeong had become favorable…
He hoped that such rumors would become truth, and the two would bear fruit together.
It would be even better if this became an opportunity for the Demonic Path and Righteous Path to reconcile.
“It is already a good relationship. We have built a certain level of trust between us.”
Bu Eunseol changed the subject as she spoke.
“You must be busy. Please attend to your affairs.”
“Understood.”
After Tae Mu Ryong departed, Bu Eunseol organized her duties and quietly began preparing to leave the Murim Alliance.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong possessed profound insight and was absolutely not someone who spoke carelessly.
If she had asked to meet at the mountain lodge, there must surely be a reason for it.
Shinwol Mountain Lodge.
In the past, this place was home to a renowned sword family that had made its name throughout the Murim.
But as time passed, its prosperity waned, and now it had become an abandoned house overgrown with weeds.
Yet as I ventured deeper inside, a surprising sight came into view.
The pavilion built upon the hill was beautifully adorned, and within it, a table with refreshments had been prepared.
Upon ascending to the pavilion, there sat a beauty so exquisite that words could scarcely capture her essence.
Her skin was as flawless as porcelain, smooth without a single blemish, and her eyes were as dark as the night sky, sparkling like stars.
It was none other than the Murim Alliance’s Chief, Gong Son Dan Gyeong.
“Chief.”
Bu Eunseol paused for a moment.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong wore a dress dyed in violet hues, revealing her slender shoulders and graceful legs.
‘When the Chief adorns herself, she possesses quite a resplendent appearance.’
Gong Son Dan Gyeong was beautiful,
Yet compared to the renowned beauties of the Murim, her appearance gave off a somewhat understated impression.
But with heavy makeup applied, unlike her usual appearance,
Her once elegant and refined visage had transformed into a dazzling and enchanting countenance.
“You’ve arrived.”
She smiled and gestured toward the interior of the pavilion.
“Come here. Let us sit and talk.”
There was no sign of anyone around the pavilion, nor any guards present.
Bu Eunseol, standing with a puzzled expression, had no choice but to sit across from where she was seated.
“You’ve worked hard all this time. We’ve never shared a drink together before.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong personally poured a drink for Bu Eunseol.
“I couldn’t possibly.”
When Bu Eunseol declined, Gong Son Dan Gyeong shook her head.
“Have a drink. Then we can talk.”
Bu Eunseol reluctantly accepted the cup.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong then smiled sweetly and spoke.
“Let’s share a drink together.”
Bu Eunseol and Gong Son Dan Gyeong drank three cups together in succession.
“Is that enough?”
When Bu Eunseol called out, Gong Son Dan Gyeong gazed at him with profound eyes.
“Yes?”
“Since you’ve been so accommodating, shall we stop here?”
Then Bu Eunseol scattered the wine from the cup outward.
With a sharp hiss, white smoke billowed up.
All this time, he had calmly drunk the poisoned wine despite knowing what it was.
“Where is the Chief?”
“How did you know?”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong laughed and tilted her head in confusion.
“It’s an impeccable disguise technique.”
“She doesn’t laugh so vulgarly like you do.”
Pap pap pap pap!
In that instant, Bu Eunseol evaded, and countless throwing blades embedded themselves where he had been sitting.
They were the Azure Demon Blood Soul Daggers—weapons capable of piercing even Diamond Indestructibility.
“Hehehehe. Indeed. A worthy young master stirring winds and clouds through the Murim Alliance.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong rose, her form becoming blurred.
Whoosh.
As she spun her body once, her face and build suddenly transformed into a man with sharp, refined features.
It was the appearance of Seon Woo Jin.
“Did you want to boast about your disguise technique?”
Bu Eunseol scoffed, and Seon Woo Jin smirked.
“Hehe, you mustn’t think only the face changes.”
Flash!
Suddenly, the false Seon Woo Jin unleashed a lightning-swift blade strike.
It was a variation of the Iron Sword Thirteen Forms that Bu Eunseol frequently employed.
Thud!
Bu Eunseol instantly retreated and escaped the Pavilion.
The Iron Sword Thirteen Forms was renowned as an excellent ascending sword technique, but to masters, it was hardly remarkable.
Yet he had studied it separately and was now wielding it?
“There’s no need to wonder where your sword technique was stolen from.”
Seon Woo Jin wore a sinister smile.
“I didn’t steal it—this is your swordsmanship itself.”
“Then it’s not an illusion, but….”
Bu Eunseol, who had been surveying her surroundings, exhaled a heavy sigh.
“So it’s another one of those Baek Pal Sung techniques.”
The ability to instantly steal Bu Eunseol’s martial arts without resorting to soul-binding techniques or illusions—there was only one force capable of such a feat.
Only Baek Pal Sung possessed such power.
“The fact that you’re using Baek Pal Sung’s strength to attack me directly means you must be from Jung Sun Ga.”
“Your mind is as sharp as I’ve heard.”
The fake Seon Woo Jin nodded with an expression of admiration.
“Seon Woo Jin. You’ve interfered with the Main House’s affairs multiple times.”
“I appreciate your candid admission that you’re from Jung Sun Ga.”
As Bu Eunseol answered with a sly smile, the fake Seon Woo Jin nodded.
“I belong to Moo Deok Hall. My name is Woon Hak Bi, the Earth Prison Star.”
The Jung Sun Ga member wearing the guise of Seon Woo Jin
had boldly revealed both the name of his organization and his true identity.
Considering that the assassins sent by Jung Sun Ga had never once disclosed their identities before,
one could infer just how much pride Woon Hak Bi possessed and what considerable standing he held.
And he was clearly confident that he would emerge victorious from this confrontation.
“I bear no particular grudge against Jung Sun Ga.”
“Hmph, you didn’t know that you slew one of the Main House’s members on Seo Ryeong San?”
“That was because you were oppressing and trying to kill a defenseless woman, was it not?”
“Hahahaha. That Man Wol, that witch—defenseless?”
“A witch? Why do you call her a witch?”
Woon Hak Bi, recognizing that Bu Eunseol was subtly probing for information, waved his hand dismissively.
“There’s no need for lengthy explanations. You’ll be dead anyway.”
“Then allow me to ask one thing.”
Bu Eunseol spoke as though bewildered.
“Jung Sun Ga has so many star-marked warriors and such vast power, yet why did you come alone instead of sending multiple people at once?”
If they had deliberately lured me here by mimicking Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s handwriting and movements,
then it was almost certain that she had either been kidnapped by Jung Sun Ga or deceived into being confined somewhere under their control.
In other words, Jung Sun Ga—an organization bold enough to openly challenge the highest leadership of the Murim Alliance, the Chief—
would send only a single person to assassinate Seon Woo Jin, the Sword King, a renowned prodigy of this generation?
How could that possibly be?
“Why are you curious about that?”
“Since you came alone, you’ll just end up dying by my hand again… I’m simply curious whether Jung Sun Ga’s people lack the capacity to learn.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with eyes full of compassion.
“Or does Jung Sun Ga have only one or two people capable of Baek Pal Sung?”
As he deliberately struck at Woon Hak Bi’s pride, the latter’s eyebrows twitched for a moment.
“You speak carelessly without knowing anything.”
“Not knowing? Didn’t you just say it yourself? That one of Jung Sun Ga’s members was slain by my hand on Seo Ryeong San?”
“Don’t get cocky. What you faced wasn’t a pure Baek Pal Sung.”
Bu Eunseol furrowed her brow.
‘So Baek Pal Sung has both pure and mixed bloodlines?’
Swallowing her thoughts, Bu Eunseol spoke with feigned composure.
“Whether pure or mixed, you’d need to bring many of them at once to stand against me, wouldn’t you?”
“Fool. The power of Baek Pal Sung is ultimately about dominating a certain domain.”
Woon Hak Bi’s lips curled coldly.
“Even if they came rushing in, they cannot overlap their domains, so they can only come one at a time….”
His expression froze as he spoke.
Only then did he realize he was spouting words he shouldn’t have uttered.
“Hehehehe. Is it because you don’t show yourselves in Gangho? The people of Jung Sun Ga seem purer than expected.”
Though he spoke it as a jest, it was the truth.
Perhaps because the people of the Three Families conducted their Gangho activities in secrecy.
Compared to the cunning Gangho warriors who were skilled at extracting enemy intelligence from every word,
they appeared somewhat naive and inarticulate.
Much like Yang Seol Rin herself.
“So, has your curiosity been satisfied?”
Woon Hak Bi spoke as if spitting out the words.
Ultimately, the power of Baek Pal Sung was to draw enemies into a certain domain and exert mysterious force.
In other words, he had admitted that numbers were useless.
“No, there’s one more strange thing.”
Bu Eunseol asked again.
“If they were ordinary martial artists rather than Baek Pal Sung, couldn’t they fight together within the domain? Then why didn’t you summon your subordinates?”
“Why would I need subordinates to kill a mere pawn like you?”
‘A lie.’
No matter how formidable Baek Pal Sung’s power was,
Seon Woo Jin, who had ascended to the Four Gods Seven Kings and matched Geom Ma, could never be called a mere pawn.
“From your expression, it seems you didn’t fail to bring subordinates—you couldn’t bring them.”
Woon Hak Bi’s complexion shifted once more.
He realized that Bu Eunseol was deducing much not only from his words but also from his expressions.
“Since I’ve asked this far, let me ask just one more thing.”
“Do you think I’ll answer?”
“You will answer. Because your pride is at stake.”
Bu Eunseol was a person of few words.
But once she began speaking, she possessed an eloquence that captivated people.
“Why don’t you threaten me using the Chief as leverage?”
Even as she spoke, Bu Eunseol concealed her impatience and worry as much as possible.
If she revealed her concern for Gong Son Dan Gyeong, it would be the same as exposing a new weakness.
“Seeing how you boldly summoned the Original Clan Leader using the Chief’s handwriting, it seems certain that she was kidnapped by Jung Sun Ga? Wouldn’t there be an easier way to kill me?”
“You know nothing.”
Woon Hak Bi, as if having resolved never to divulge critical information again, offered no response.
Yet Bu Eunseol could deduce much from the expression etched across his face.
“She was left untouched. The true target was the Original Clan from the start.”
“….”
“Considering how naturally you could lure the highest echelons of the Murim Alliance, including the Chief—you must have exploited someone with whom you shared acquaintance or familiarity.”
Bu Eunseol, seated as if perceiving a thousand leagues distant, deduced countless truths from the words themselves.
Woon Hak Bi immediately drew a razor-sharp blade from his waist.
“Now die!”
Whoosh!
In that same instant, one hundred and eighty sword shadows enveloped Bu Eunseol’s body.
It was the decisive strike she wielded when unfolding her sword technique under Seon Woo Jin’s identity.
The Sword Returning to Origin Technique.
‘The Sword Returning to Origin Technique?’
Greatly startled, Bu Eunseol drew the Muk Hon Sword like lightning and unfolded the identical technique.
Whoosh!
Yet when martial arts were equal, the one who struck first held the advantage.
The one who initiated the technique would inevitably claim victory.
Hundreds of sword energies tangled in the void, and ultimately, Bu Eunseol’s entire body bore countless lacerations both large and small.
‘This is…’
Bu Eunseol’s expression shifted to one of astonishment.
The wounds upon her body had not arisen because Woon Hak Bi had struck first.
They existed because his sword technique was far more exquisite and possessed greater power.
Clang.
Though Woon Hak Bi had seized the advantage, he did not press his assault. Instead, he laughed with arrogance and raised his blade high.
“For all your pretense, you prove far less impressive than expected.”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol paused briefly in thought, then extended her index finger.
Whoooosh.
The surrounding air converged toward her fingertip as if drawn by an invisible force, and a fierce current surged forth.
A faint luminescence kindled at the tip of her finger.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, a terrifying energy blast poured toward Woon Hak Bi’s brow.
She had mimicked Tan Wang’s Inner Qi Bullet Technique.
Boom!
Woon Hak Bi, in turn, unleashed his own Inner Qi Bullet Technique.
Crash!
The energy blasts collided in the void, producing a violent explosion, and a powerful shockwave rippled outward toward Bu Eunseol along with billowing dust.
Remarkably, Woon Hak Bi’s mastery of the Inner Qi Bullet Technique was also superior to Bu Eunseol’s.
Swish!
At that moment, Bu Eunseol burst through the dust cloud and unleashed a swift and elegant sword strike.
Clang!
But Woon Hak Bi, as if he had already anticipated this, deployed the exact same swift blade technique as Bu Eunseol.
Screech.
Yet something astonishing occurred.
The moment their blades collided, Bu Eunseol was driven back three full steps.
‘This…’
Seon Woo Jin’s maximum internal force was roughly three hundred and fifty years.
Yet with merely a light clash of weapons, he had pushed me back three steps.
Could it be that this man’s internal force exceeded five hundred years?
‘Is it truly the power of Baek Pal Sung? Or the Black Divine Technique?’
In the past, Jisalseong used the power of Baek Pal Sung.
To instantly replicate Baek Mu Sung’s Shaolin techniques.
And Yang Dae Ryang, the Lord of Tong Cheon Dan, used the power of the Black Divine Technique.
To instantly mimic the enemy’s martial arts and deploy them.
But in both cases.
They could not manifest martial arts or power stronger than their opponents.
Yet Woon Hak Bi not only perfectly mimicked Seon Woo Jin’s appearance.
But was deploying the same martial arts with even greater destructive force, was he not?
Still.
Bu Eunseol halted her movements for an instant, and Woon Hak Bi suddenly burst into raucous laughter.
“Do you truly believe I merely observe and replicate what you display? Hahahaha.”
After laughing for some time, a mysterious light flickered in Woon Hak Bi’s eyes.
“Ah.”
He tilted his head, and his eyes gleamed as if he had understood something.
“I see. You were originally a person of the Demonic Path.”
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed.
What was this man suddenly talking about?
Whoosh!
Suddenly, hundreds of black vital energies erupted from Woon Hak Bi’s body and began pouring toward Bu Eunseol.
It was none other than the martial art of Muk Hon Ryeong Ju Bu Eunseol—the Serenity Formation, was it not?
‘Dangerous.’
His Serenity Formation possessed the same destructive power as when I deployed it with all my strength.
And it perfectly covered roughly thirty spatial layers.
‘I must create distance.’
Since my identity was already exposed, there was no need to conceal my martial arts.
Bu Eunseol instantly unfolded the Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement to escape the range of the Serenity Formation.
Zing.
But beyond thirty spatial layers of distance.
A transparent light enveloped the entire world, and something blocked my path.
‘Earth Prison Star.’
The character 囚 (shu) carries the meaning of imprisonment and confinement.
Woon Hak Bi had called himself Jisalseong, and Baek Pal Sung said that all one hundred eight stars wielded their power within a defined domain.
Jisalseong could not only draw upon the strength of those within its domain.
It seemed to possess the power to completely imprison enemies within that space.
Crash!
Blocked by the transparent barrier, Bu Eunseol was struck repeatedly by the relentless Woman’s Profound Truth technique that pursued him without pause.
Thud.
As he fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings, Woon Hak Bi laughed with undisguised satisfaction.
He gazed upon the black vital energy blooming across his body and nodded in approval.
“So you were indeed Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
Woon Hak Bi spread both arms wide and closed his eyes, savoring the power surging through his body.
“That’s why you were so formidable. Hahahaha!”
“So within the domain, one can equally accept the martial techniques and abilities of those who enter?”
Bu Eunseol nodded as if finally comprehending everything.
“Within one’s own domain, if the same martial technique is deployed… naturally it would exert far greater power.”
Baek Pal Sung’s strength is the domain itself.
And this place is his domain.
Even deploying the same martial technique, Woon Hak Bi naturally held an insurmountable advantage.

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