The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 80

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Chapter 80.
Clatter, clatter.
The sound of carriage wheels rolling across the parched earth shattered the quiet stillness.
It was quite a wide carriage—the kind that prioritized comfort over speed.
Because of this, Bu Eunseol could read the secret manual at a leisurely pace.
“Young Master.”
Heuk Pyo, who sat at the reins driving the carriage, spoke in a low voice.
“It appears we’ll need to camp under the stars tonight.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
As Bu Eunseol’s reply reached him, Heuk Pyo gradually brought the carriage to a halt.
It had been nine days since departing from Donghyo Seorang by carriage.
Throughout this time, I had been studying the secret manual of fist techniques that Do Myeong had given me.
Each time I read through the martial theories of the Fist Demon technique, I couldn’t help but marvel—as if a mountain boy had suddenly entered the imperial palace where the emperor dwelled.
‘There was another realm of mastery I never knew existed.’
I had never learned martial theory before.
To grow stronger quickly, I needed to master the sword, and I hadn’t felt any particular need for it.
But after reading the Fist Demon’s secret manual, I finally realized how shallow and insufficient the depth of my martial knowledge truly was.
Thump.
Finally, having committed the entire Fist Demon manual to memory, I opened my eyes slightly.
If martial arts were the techniques or methods that the body expressed through cultivation, then martial theory was the academic study that explained all those techniques through logic.
In particular, the fist techniques contained in the Fist Demon’s manual represented the highest pinnacle of ascending-level martial knowledge among all the fist, palm, hand, finger, and claw techniques scattered throughout the martial world.
Upon reading the essence and principles of this fist technique, I was able to reach yet another level of understanding.
‘If I master this fist technique deeply, I could certainly dominate the world with both hands. However….’
―This manual is incomplete. No matter how profound the initial moves and martial theory principles it contains, the supreme pinnacle is missing.
Recalling Do Myeong’s words, I shook my head.
It was an accurate assessment. Even if Nangya Sect possessed this manual, they would not have been able to transmit the fist technique to their disciples.
The reason was simple.
―First Form: Fist Demon’s First Appearance
―Second Form: Extreme Lightning Chaos
―Third Form: Forgetting Self, Shattering Together
―Fourth Form: Heavenly Hand Empty Wave
….
Among the seven forms—the fourth through the seventh—the supreme technique of the final three forms had been lost.
‘Yet still… it is extraordinary.’
With merely the first four forms, one could certainly face masters of the highest caliber.
If Nangya Sect had not pursued the highest realm as martial artists but instead sought to expand their power moderately, they could have cultivated outstanding warriors with just this Fist Demon manual alone.
‘Hmm.’
As I fell deep into contemplation,
“Young Master. I’ve made a fire. Why not come out and have something to eat?”
Heuk Pyo’s bright voice called out.
“Understood.”
I answered briefly, then slowly descended from the carriage with the secret manual in hand.
Thud.
The moment I stepped outside, I hurled the manual I’d been holding into the roaring bonfire.
Whoosh.
As the worn manual entered the flames, brilliant crimson fire erupted, then swiftly transformed into ashen gray.
Thus, the martial techniques of the Fist Demon—once hailed as Nangya Sect’s supreme martial art—now existed solely within my mind.
“Master. We obtained some aged wine back at the village. Would you care for a drink?”
Heuk Pyo, who had lived as a wanderer since childhood, possessed not only a sharp intellect but also keen perception.
He witnessed me burning the manual yet pretended to have seen nothing.
“It tastes particularly fine when paired with dried meat.”
“Indeed.”
At my words, Heuk Pyo hastily retrieved a jug of spirits and a bundle of dried meat from the carriage.
Gulp, gulp.
As the potent liquor burned down my throat, even the cold night breeze felt sweet.
I sat before the bonfire and shared the bundle of dried meat and half a jug of wine with Heuk Pyo.
“Ah, sleeping under the stars like this brings back memories.”
Heuk Pyo gazed toward the distant sky, his face flushed slightly.
“When I first began my wandering life, I traveled through Gwan Oe and slept under the stars often. Seo Jang, Nam Man, Dae Mak… there was hardly a place I hadn’t visited.”
Then he turned his gaze toward me.
“Given your extensive experience in Gangho, you must have traveled far more than I have, Master.”
“I have not.”
I drained the remaining wine as I spoke.
“Until I was fifteen, I lived only in Hwangju. I’ve been in Gangho for three years now. My actual time in the martial world has been merely one year.”
“One year… you say?”
Heuk Pyo shook his head in disbelief.
I exuded the aura of a battle-hardened veteran with abundant martial world experience, and indeed I was one. Yet my actual time in Gangho was only a year?
“If what you say is true, Master, you must have endured unspeakable hardships.”
I said nothing.
The moment I entered Gangho, I engaged in a desperate struggle for survival to become one of the Ten Demon Experts.
Later, in the Guusal Unit, I undertook dangerous and sordid missions.
Throughout the entire martial world, few had experienced a harsher life in Gangho than I had.
“That is not so.”
Yet I denied this reality.
“The martial world is inherently harsh. If you do not perceive it as such, then you have not truly lived in Gangho.”
“I see.”
Heuk Pyo laughed, though he could not agree with my words.
Having lived as a wanderer since childhood and observed countless human natures, he had never encountered anyone like me—someone whose emotions remained utterly inscrutable.
“What kind of life has he lived?”
Curiosity surged unbidden, but he barely suppressed it.
To maintain a good relationship with someone, one must keep an appropriate distance. This held true even for martial artists who wandered the Gangho, living by the sword.
“I’ll step away for about an hour to get some fresh air nearby.”
Heuk Pyo’s expression grew peculiar as he tried to slip away.
In Bu Eunseol’s otherwise composed eyes, a crimson blood-light suddenly flickered to life.
“Young Master. Is something troubling you….”
Before he could finish,
Whoosh!
Moving like lightning, Bu Eunseol drew her sword still in its scabbard and deflected a poisoned needle that had been streaking toward Heuk Pyo’s temple.
Ting!
The needle, knocked away by the scabbard, embedded itself in a nearby branch.
Simultaneously, a hissing sound erupted as smoke rose from the wood, and the leaves withered in an instant.
“Golden Silkworm Venom?”
Heuk Pyo’s mouth fell open as he stared at it.
Years ago, while secretly gathering intelligence, he had been poisoned by this vicious toxin and nearly died. That poison was none other than the Golden Silkworm Venom of Hell Blood Sect.
“Hell Blood Sect!”
At Heuk Pyo’s cry,
Whoosh!
A shadow clad in a crimson-stained long robe emerged like a phantom from the distant undergrowth.
It was Yang Myeong, the Blood Ghost Party Master of Hell Blood Sect.
“Bu Eunseol.”
Revealed beneath the moonlight, Yang Myeong’s face was now wrinkled and aged, unlike before.
This was because the internal energy concentrated in his right hand had dissipated, lowering his cultivation level.
“Did you truly believe you could leave Guizhou without my permission?”
Yang Myeong ground his teeth together.
His hand now wore a metal gauntlet, different from before.
It seemed he had fashioned a prosthetic hand after his nerves and bones were shattered by Bu Eunseol.
“Are you saying I need your consent to leave Guizhou?”
“Hehehehe. I cannot speak for others, but you—you cannot leave without this sect master’s permission.”
Laughing darkly, he pointed at the black sword Bu Eunseol carried on her back.
“Surrender the Eternal Immortal Divine Sword. If you hand over the blade, I will let you go quietly.”
“This sword is called the Ink Blade.”
“Nonsense!”
As Yang Myeong shouted, Bu Eunseol smirked.
“Are the masters of Hell Blood Sect now resorting to banditry?”
“Stop spouting lies!”
Yang Myeong erupted, black venom blazing from his eyes.
“The Eternal Immortal Divine Sword was originally designated as a betrothal gift for our sect. But you suddenly interfered and ruined everything!”
“How curious.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with her arms crossed.
“If that were true, why did you offer it as the grand prize at the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe?”
“It was Ok Ho Bang! That dog of a man came up with this plan!”
Yang Myeong spoke through gritted teeth.
“He said that Donghyo Seorang would inevitably become a subordinate force of Hell Blood Sect anyway, so we might as well use the Spirit Sword Inspection to publicize the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe and profit from it.”
“You have a brain too, yet you agreed to such a foolish scheme?”
Bu Eunseol spoke at unusual length.
“What if a master from Demon Palace had appeared at the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe? Or what if a master from the Ten Demonic Gates had shown up?”
“Hmph, you know only half the story. Both Demon Palace and the Ten Demonic Gates are overflowing with countless talented disciples. No master would appear at the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe just to obtain a single spirit sword.”
Yang Myeong ground his teeth as he spoke.
“Except for you dogs of Nangya Sect.”
Bu Eunseol’s gaze turned glacial.
“It seems you didn’t come here to beg.”
“Hehehehe. You caught on.”
Yang Myeong’s eyes blazed with dark malice.
“That’s right. Even if you knelt and surrendered the sword, I would never let you live.”
Heuk Pyo’s complexion shifted.
“Young Master Bu is one of the Ten Demon Experts of Nangya Sect. Do you wish for a direct collision between Nangya Sect and Hell Blood Sect, both of the Ten Demonic Gates?”
Yang Myeong only smiled more wickedly.
“Hehehehe. If I kill you here and melt your bodies in Hwa Gol San, who would ever know?”
He had already made his decision and come fully prepared to kill both Bu Eunseol and Heuk Pyo.
“You are already surrounded by all the masters of our sect. No matter how skilled you are, there is no escape!”
As Yang Myeong’s shout rang out, a rustling movement swept through the forest.
As the sound of leaves colliding echoed from all directions, Bu Eunseol’s pupils gleamed in the darkness.
The Beast Path’s ability to perceive the surroundings through the slightest fluctuations in air—the Void-Piercing Heart Eye—had activated.
‘Fifty of them…’
Having identified the number and positions of the Blood Ghost Party masters surrounding the forest, Bu Eunseol spoke to Heuk Pyo.
“Have you mastered the divine technique I taught you before?”
“I’ve only managed to master about twenty percent of it.”
“That will suffice.”
“Don’t worry.”
Heuk Pyo, understanding Bu Eunseol’s intention, spoke with grim resolve.
“Even if my life is forfeit, I will break through the encirclement and deliver this news to Nangya Sect.”
“What are you saying?”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“Those lurking wretches will soon unleash a barrage of projectiles. While I deal with them, you focus on evading skillfully.”
“Pardon?”
Heuk Pyo’s mouth fell open.
Was he saying he would face all the Blood Ghost Party masters hidden in this forest alone?
“Young Master, this is impossible.”
It was a reckless plan. Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess had already been thoroughly exposed through the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.
Moreover, Yang Myeong was one who had directly experienced his martial skill. He would never have launched this attack without absolute confidence in victory.
“Hehehehe!”
At my words, Yang Myeong burst into laughter as if I had said something utterly absurd.
“You madman. You think you alone can face all the Blood Ghost Party members?”
“If I feared rats who merely shoot poisoned needles, I would never have ventured into Gangho.”
“You’re relying on that meager swordplay?”
Yang Myeong knew that I possessed a remarkable sword technique hidden within me.
However, such techniques were effective only in one-on-one duels. When surrounded by multiple opponents, especially against projectiles, swordplay was not an efficient countermeasure.
Snap.
Yang Myeong raised one hand sharply.
Whoooosh.
In that instant, the trees in the forest swayed chaotically, and a strange pressure began pouring down from all directions.
“Fire!”
In that moment, my vision turned pitch black.
It felt as though I were trapped in a secret chamber with not a single ray of light penetrating.
Whoosh!
Along with a faint sound of piercing air, dozens of poisoned needles suddenly rained down from everywhere.
The Blood Ghost members had completely sealed off a specific space, leaving no room to evade the projectiles.
‘This attack accounts for Beast Path techniques.’
All the masters of Nangya Sect had mastered Beast Path, so they feared neither darkness nor projectiles.
Knowing this, Yang Myeong was employing a method of obscuring vision while unleashing a barrage of needles to dominate the space.
―In the martial world, one-against-many attacks are commonplace.
When Sa Woo first taught me Beast Path, he said this.
―You don’t actually believe only fair duels exist, do you?
I knew well that such things never existed from the start.
Therefore, when I created the Formless Heaven Stream, one of the techniques I focused on researching was the ability to face multiple opponents.
And a technique to destroy projectiles.
“I’ll return them to you.”
Finally, I drew the black sword strapped to my back.
Shing.
As the blade revealed itself, I felt a vibration as if a dragon hidden within clouds were summoning lightning and wind.
Without hesitation, I unfolded the second form of the Formless Heaven Stream—Return to Origin—a technique capable of redirecting projectiles.
Flash!
Along with brilliant light, the black sword traced a dark rainbow across the empty air. Instantly, all the incoming projectiles changed direction.
“What is that!”
The Blood Ghost members hiding in the forest were utterly shocked.
As I unleashed my sword technique, the projectiles that had been raining down were now making sharp turns and coming back toward them instead?

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