The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 808

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Chapter 808.
“Phew.”
Bu Eunseol exhaled heavily after claiming victory over Jang In.
Unlike the fight with Gwon In, this victory came without a single wound.
Of course, it wasn’t merely an enhancement of martial prowess—it was made possible by acquiring the Feng Yun Divine Technique in the interim.
‘The mysteries of the Feng Yun Divine Technique are truly boundless.’
It had only been intended to heal the body.
Yet the moment the Feng Yun Divine Technique merged with my inner essence, my martial power surged beyond all measure.
‘However….’
When Jang In engaged in an internal energy confrontation.
He wielded a strange force that was neither martial technique nor sorcery, and in the final moment, he used his own blood to shatter the mysterious functions of the Life-Death Battle Ground.
As subordinates of Jin Ma, who possessed abilities worthy of being dismissed as mere legend…
It was hardly surprising that they possessed hidden trump cards or unknown powers.
‘Jang In was at a similar level to Gwon In, who ranked at the lowest rung of the Eight Immortals Heaven.’
The Eight Immortals Heaven, much like the Four Gods Seven Kings.
Even among those holding the same position, there existed vast disparities in strength.
Which meant that battles against the other Immortals might not end so cleanly.
‘Without my Dantian, it would have been difficult to suppress the spreading poison.’
Soon I would need to detoxify the Elite Division members while evading Mu Jon’s gaze.
If it were revealed before then that I had reached the Poison Mastery stage, that would be troublesome.
Moreover, if it became known that I could wield poison, I might be unable to unleash my ultimate technique in the future.
So it was best to keep my claws sheathed unless facing a true mortal crisis.
“Bu Eunseol.”
At that moment, Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo, who had been observing, approached me.
“What exactly happened? How….”
Myo Cheon Woo couldn’t finish his sentence.
The moment he met my blazing eyes, still burning with the afterglow of battle.
A chilling sensation swept through his entire body as if his blood had frozen.
It felt as though an icy grip was squeezing his heart.
The figure standing before him wore a human form, yet in truth resembled some entity crouched within an endless abyss.
“This is why I insist you never neglect martial cultivation.”
At that moment, I gazed toward the distant sky and spoke calmly.
“Because those are the kinds of opponents we must face.”
As my low, measured voice reached their ears, their frozen bodies finally thawed.
―So this was the extent of it….
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong exchanged glances and swallowed hard.
Bu Eunseol’s martial power far exceeded what the two of them had imagined.
“You seem to know him. Who is he?”
Yu Woon Ryong, the first to regain his composure, then asked.
“How is the identity of such a master not known throughout Murim?”
“It must be one of the Eight Immortals Heaven. They are all grand masters of martial arts who have ascended to the Mujik Gyeong.”
“Eight Immortals Heaven?”
“Yes. Since he wields a spear, he would be Jang In.”
Bu Eunseol exhaled sharply through her nose.
“In any case, I’ve already summoned the Sayoung Hall Lords’ conference. I’ll explain the details then.”
“I’m curious. Just tell me now.”
At Yu Woon Ryong’s words, Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“Not now.”
“Why not?”
“Because we need to move.”
Bu Eunseol regarded the disheveled Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo, then spoke with resolve.
“Follow me.”
Bu Eunseol led them to a small lakeside pavilion near Seo Ho.
There stood a middle-aged man with a single bodyguard before a modest pavilion, his presence commanding.
He wore a long robe that descended to his knees, an ornate jade-adorned belt, and black leather shoes.
His eyes were profound, brimming with the light of wisdom, and his entire bearing radiated an austere and steadfast integrity.
It was Yu Jung Poong, the Grand Academician of the Inner Cabinet.
Tap.
Three blood-stained figures then arrived before the pavilion.
Bu Eunseol, Yu Woon Ryong, and Myo Cheon Woo.
“Your disciple Bu Eunseol pays her respects to the Grand Minister.”
Bu Eunseol stepped forward first and offered a bow.
Her respectful demeanor conveyed deep admiration and reverence for Yu Jung Poong.
This was not merely because he was one of the few incorruptible officials in the court.
It was because he was the father of a cherished friend, more precious than life itself.
Moreover, at Yu Woon Ryong’s request, he had submitted a memorial to the Emperor to aid her.
She owed him an immense debt.
“Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
Yu Jung Poong stroked his magnificent beard and nodded.
“They say you are an extraordinary talent who shakes the heavens—truly a dragon among men.”
“You honor me too greatly, Grand Minister.”
Bu Eunseol held a very high position within Murim, and her lineage was distinguished due to her complex master-disciple relationships.
Yet now she chose to present herself as merely a martial artist.
“Then, why have you summoned this old man to such a place?”
At his question, Bu Eunseol turned to regard Yu Woon Ryong, who had been silently observing the situation.
‘How troublesome.’
Yu Woon Ryong swallowed a bitter sigh inwardly.
His father, who had not even trained in martial arts, had left the manor—
So why was he standing alone by this distant lake?
Bu Eunseol had calculated the time needed to drive away Jang In and had summoned Yu Jung Poong here in advance.
“I feared this friend might leave abruptly, and though it was improper, I had no choice but to summon you here.”
And I offered a respectful bow.
“Then I shall take my leave first.”
Yu Jung Poong smiled with paternal warmth, then spoke in a low voice.
“Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
As Bu Eunseol turned, Yu Jung Poong spoke in a hushed tone.
“I’m counting on you.”
Those words carried manifold meanings within them.
Bu Eunseol, grasping the countless layers of that request, offered another respectful bow.
“Yes.”
Then I supported the struggling Myo Cheon Woo and nodded to Yu Woon Ryong.
“We depart now.”
Whoosh.
In one breath, I unfurled my divine technique and vanished into the distant sky.
The father and son, their gazes lifted to watch the two disappear,
“….”
locked eyes with each other before awkwardly turning their heads away.
“Master Jang made a request… so I came for a brief moment.”
Yu Woon Ryong spoke with his head bowed.
“The assassin sent by Dong Chang was dealt with by that friend… and since he dispatched such a formidable master with ease, the Empress Dowager will not act recklessly henceforth.”
Yu Woon Ryong’s clothes were drenched in blood and dust, and his hair was disheveled.
To any observer, he bore the appearance of one who had barely escaped death.
“….”
Yu Jung Poong’s eyes wavered like ripples upon water for a moment.
It was evident that he had risked his life in battle against Hyung Su to save me from peril.
Had he not been the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju, he would have surely perished, certainly having reached the very threshold of Hell itself….
Yet before me, he maintained such an untroubled expression.
Just as he had in childhood, concealing even the slightest hint of suffering.
Yu Jung Poong released a profound sigh and asked.
“Did you come because of that?”
Yu Woon Ryong hesitated briefly before answering.
“Since you did not refuse my earnest plea before… I too could not turn a blind eye to your peril.”
All the accumulated resentment between them had not been entirely resolved.
Yet just as his father had not refused his request, neither had he turned away from his father’s danger.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Then.”
Yu Woon Ryong, unable to meet Yu Jung Poong’s gaze directly, bowed respectfully with his head lowered.
Then he quietly unfurled his divine technique and departed.
“Take care of yourself.”
He left those barely audible words for Yu Jung Poong, whose hearing was exceptionally keen.
“You lack honesty.”
Yu Jung Poong murmured softly, watching the direction where Yu Woon Ryong had vanished.
“You take after your old man.”
Though we couldn’t settle old grievances today, perhaps next time we meet, we’ll be able to share a drink.
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Demon Palace, Jam Ma Gak. Great Conference Hall.
A full assembly of Lords was convening—a rare gathering of all senior members.
Today’s discussion concerned not only Sayoung Hall.
But also matters that would reach the Muhon Society and the Elite Division of the Murim Alliance.
Because they were explaining and deliberating on a new force that would shake the very foundations of Murim.
“…That is the Eight Immortals Heaven.”
Bu Eunseol shared the information she had gathered thus far.
Jin Ma and his retinue.
The Three Ancestors, the Four Divine Immortals, and the Eight Immortals Heaven—she explained all of this in detail to the Lords.
―….
The Lords sat frozen, their mouths hanging open.
What Bu Eunseol had revealed
negated and shattered the very history of Murim they had known until now.
“If that is true, shouldn’t we inform all of Murim immediately?”
Jo Nam Cheon spoke carefully then.
“The people of Murim deserve to know of such circumstances.”
When Bu Eunseol remained silent,
“If Incheon were the end, I would have told you.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong answered instead.
“But above that exist the Four Divine Immortals, and beyond them the Three Ancestors and Jin Ma. Even Incheon itself hasn’t fully revealed its true form.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong shook his head while regarding Jo Nam Cheon.
“The people of Murim won’t believe in the Eight Immortals Heaven, let alone Jin Ma.”
Then Bu Eunseol opened her mouth.
“That is not the only reason.”
And she continued, looking at those assembled.
“Ignorance can sometimes be an act of protecting the innocent.”
“I see.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong nodded as if understanding.
“Perhaps the leaders of Murim knew this point, which is why they never spread word of Jin Ma.”
All the senior members nodded in agreement.
There are things in this world that one need not know to live.
And withholding information is one way to protect virtuous people.
If everyone in the world learned of a certain organization?
They would no longer maintain secrecy, and could openly commit atrocities without hesitation.
“Indeed.”
Jo Nam Cheon nodded in agreement.
“If such truths were revealed, the balance that Murim has maintained would crumble entirely.”
Myo Cheon Woo, who had been listening in silence, crossed his arms.
“Then the reason the greatest masters of Murim, including Ma Cheon Je, repeatedly enter seclusion must be… because such beings exist.”
The men nodded at his words, which struck at the heart of the matter.
The strongest figures of this era, without exception, were repeatedly entering seclusion for cultivation.
It had always been incomprehensible.
But now the truth was revealed.
Murim had harbored tremendous masters all along.
From the perspective of Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je, knowing such a thing, he could not simply sit idle.
“Heaven Beyond Heaven. Truly, there is sky above the sky.”
Won Se Moon, who had been listening quietly, muttered with a bitter expression.
“Perhaps ignorance truly is bliss….”
At those words, the men fell silent again with grave expressions.
The common goal of all Murim practitioners was.
To stand shoulder to shoulder with the greatest masters of Murim today.
But the existence of those who transcended even that goal… could make all their efforts thus far feel utterly hollow.
“Moreover, the Baek Ri Family has been continuously opposing that being called Jin Ma, and they created the Sam Gye that dominates Murim….”
Mu Heun, the lord of Sa Hon Dae, also shook his head, visibly shaken.
“In the end, Murim is nothing more than being ruled by hidden forces—those with power beyond imagination that have never been revealed until now.”
His voice carried a note of wariness toward the Baek Ri Family.
Of course, he spoke thus without knowing that Bu Eunseol could be of Baek Ri bloodline…
But it was a natural reaction nonetheless.
How long would those with such power remain righteous? Would they forever remain benevolent beings?
What if they chose differently?
Then another Jin Ma could be born.
“So. What do you intend to do going forward?”
Yu Woon Ryong spoke with a grave expression.
“Since such powerful beings have not openly revealed themselves, there must surely be a reason.”
The emergence of forces that had remained hidden must have some cause behind it.
Moreover, considering Jang In, who had colluded with Dong Chang, they could all become enemies of Sayoung Hall.
Preparations against them must be made with urgency.
“We must grow stronger. Not just as a force, but in your martial prowess as well.”
Bu Eunseol spoke.
“Through this battle, I could confirm it. As Gwon In said, they created the concept of Mujik Gyeong to restrict the development of Murim practitioners.”
Murim practitioners believed.
That the manifestation of Mujik Deung Gak was natural, and that accepting Mujik Deung Gak and ascending to Mujik Gyeong to display Mujik Yeok Ryeong was.
The only path to higher martial learning.
But that was a false path.
The moment one accepts Mujik Deung Gak and begins using Mujik Yeok Ryeong.
Instead, one becomes trapped within the confines of the Mujik Gyeong itself.
Bu Eunseol was the living proof of this.
She had suppressed the Mujik Deung Gak.
Without ever reaching the Mujik Gyeong.
Yet she fought on equal footing with Gwon In, a master of the Mujik Gyeong who had once matched the legendary Sammasamjon, and successively crushed both him and Jang In.
What if she had climbed the Mujik Gyeong step by step?
Perhaps she would have eventually matched them.
But she would never have reached their level so swiftly, standing shoulder to shoulder with them as she does now.
“But isn’t that unique to you?”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke then.
“Most martial artists die without ever reaching the Mujik Deung Gak. Even if what this Gwon In claims is true, it has nothing to do with us.”
Yu Woon Ryong nodded in agreement.
“You’ve mastered diverse martial techniques simultaneously—knowledge that ordinary martial artists could never acquire in a lifetime of cultivation. Your starting point was fundamentally different from the beginning.”
The others all nodded.
The notion that the Mujik Gyeong had constrained martial artists’ potential was difficult to accept.
Reaching that realm was nearly impossible in the first place.
“Of course, one could see it that way.”
Possessing diverse powers instead placed burden upon the body and created a state divorced from the principles of martial doctrine.
Bu Eunseol’s pursuit of the Four Divine Immortals’ techniques had ultimately been nothing more than a means to protect her body.
“My Mujik Deung Gak manifested long ago. Had I accepted Gak Ju’s counsel and entered the Demonic Path….”
She sighed and continued.
“I would have ascended the Mujik Gyeong swiftly and gained the ability to wield Mujik power.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed.
“Yet I would still have lost to Gwon In. I would have merely followed the prescribed steps.”
She spoke with absolute conviction.
“I can say with certainty: if one transcends the conventional framework of martial doctrine and cultivates techniques suited to one’s individual nature and temperament….”
Bu Eunseol took a deep breath and spoke.
“One can grow stronger far more rapidly, unbound by the established martial realms and stages known to history.”
Silence fell for a moment.
“But still, that seems to apply only to those like you, not to ordinary mortals like us.”
After a long silence, Won Se Moon scratched his head and spoke.
“How could we, who struggle to climb even the established stages, suddenly ignore the conventional martial realms?”
It was a fair point.
Among the Murim.
Only the chosen few could disregard the established martial realms and stages.
Bu Eunseol was pioneering new martial concepts, but they found it difficult to embrace such innovation.
“I’m not telling you to immediately disregard martial stages. I’m simply urging you not to blindly worship what has already been established.”
Bu Eunseol looked toward Yu Woon Ryong.
“Moreover, Yu Dae Ju has gained an opportunity this time and created a new technique capable of facing formidable enemies. That alone will ensure your survival until you can free yourselves from the concept of martial realms.”
“A new technique, you say.”
At Wi Cheon Gyeong’s question, Bu Eunseol turned her gaze toward Yu Woon Ryong.
“He combined martial doctrine principles with formation techniques to create a space resembling a Mental World.”
And she explained calmly.
“With that, he fought over a hundred exchanges against those who would normally not even reach the Third Heavenly Stage. If martial doctrine’s realm were absolute, such a thing would be impossible.”
Yu Woon Ryong had obtained the Giyugeum Yao.
Inspired by the Mental World battles Bu Eunseol had experienced,
though incomplete, he wielded the principles of martial doctrine and the mysteries of formation techniques to pierce through an enemy’s spirit.
He deployed the Sim An Gyeong to Jang In—a power that functioned similarly to a Mental World.
And this proved that no matter how terrifying the Mujik Gyeong’s power was, it could be countered through the principles of martial doctrine.
“Is that truly the case?”
At Wi Cheon Gyeong’s question, Yu Woon Ryong nodded.
“However, it had a fatal weakness. When deployed, whether success or failure, both spirit and body would ultimately collapse.”
And he spoke with conviction.
“But through this incident, I discovered that if it is not deployed alone, but rather shared and deployed by comrades whose hearts are aligned, it need not lead to death.”
“This incident, you say?”
“I deployed it this time. Together with Dae Ju Myo.”
Yu Woon Ryong had no choice but to explain the details of Jang In’s attack this time.
The faces of the Dae Jus listening to the story contorted.
It was resentment and anger
toward Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo for attempting mutual destruction without consulting them.
“Dae Ju Yu. Are we worth so little to you? After all this time of sharing hardship and fortune together, you made such a decision?”
As Won Se Moon cried out as if unable to bear it, Jo Nam Cheon also rose to his feet.
“Dae Ju Myo is the same, is he not? If you had learned of such a thing, you should have consulted us. How could you act so recklessly alone? Do you think that is admirable?”
All the members of Sayoung Hall were no longer demonic or righteous.
They had become like a family gathered beneath Bu Eunseol.
Yet for him to attempt to throw away his life so carelessly… it was only natural to feel disappointment and anger.
“I apologize. I simply… did not wish to bring harm to Ryeong Ju.”
Yu Woon Ryong took a deep breath while looking at the Dae Jus.
“But now I understand. That such actions only bring great harm to everyone.”
And he lowered his head.
“This will not happen again.”
The Dae Jus moved their lips but said nothing further.
For Yu Woon Ryong himself must be suffering the most.
He had only sought to protect his father.
“In any case, all members of the Sayoung Hall leadership shall research together the secret technique Yu Dae Ju created and complete it.”
Bu Eunseol issued an order for the first time in a while.
She commanded them to pool their strength and perfect the incomplete Sim An Gyeong into a flawless formation technique.
“Once that is completed, even if we encounter masters of the Mujik Gyeong, we will be able to endure somehow.”
What makes masters of the Mujik Gyeong fearsome is not merely a matter of high and low martial prowess.
It is that they transcend the realm of humanity.
Because I wield a power of Mujik Force that cannot be stopped by any means.
What if there were no master capable of countering Mujik Force?
Even overwhelming numbers would prove utterly useless.
But what if there existed a method to counter Mujik Force?
At minimum, numerical superiority would regain its meaning, and some way to contend with it would emerge.
“This is merely the beginning. From now on, I shall find a way to restrict Mujik Force entirely.”
To limit the power of transcendent masters and force them to fight on equal footing.
In truth, this aligned perfectly with what I had always desired while advancing my martial cultivation.
Yet unlike the past.
Rather than developing my own martial techniques, I would achieve this by creating an entirely new martial art.
“A method to restrict Mujik Force.”
The lords wore dazed expressions.
Until now, no martial artist in Murim had ever harbored such a thought.
Because the dream of every Murim warrior was to ascend to the Mujik Gyeong.
And Mujik Force was the very proof of that achievement.
No martial artist would ever conceive of seeking a method to constrain Mujik Force.
“Yes, do create it for us.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke.
“Only then will we become a true force to be reckoned with.”
In the past, I had thought my growth rate transcended imagination—nearly divine in nature.
But now that I had glimpsed the depths of Murim itself…
My growth rate no longer seemed particularly swift.
From now on, countless masters would emerge in Murim.
Those experts would wield techniques entirely different from any martial arts known until now.
The lords of Sayoung Hall must grow stronger rapidly to face them.
“Woon Ryong.”
I gazed at Yu Woon Ryong and spoke calmly.
“Begin at once, starting today.”
Boom! Rumble.
Explosive sounds echoed continuously through the Sayoung Hall Training Grounds.
It was impossible to unfold the Mental World of Sim An Gyeong within the Demon Palace.
I used my inner force transcending human limits and the power of illusory transformation to create in the Great Training Arena of Sayoung Hall.
A Mental World that seemed to flow slowly in time yet felt severed from reality.
“Ugh…”
And all the lords of Sayoung Hall were straining with all their might to counter it.
To maintain their formation and unfold Sim An Gyeong.
Each of them became living material for the formation, manifesting the functions of Sim An Gyeong.
“Concentrate harder! If your mind wavers, you will never construct a space severed from the outside.”
Boom!
With a solemn cry, a tremendous wave of true energy surged forth from my body.
It was as if a divine dragon, resplendent and ethereal, hovered suspended in the void.
‘Is this not the power of Mujik Gyeong?’
‘How could Ryeong Ju possess such formidable martial strength….’
The lords who had already witnessed Bu Eunseol’s prowess—
all except Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo exchanged glances of disbelief, their eyes searching one another for answers.
How could a mortal body of flesh and blood manifest such transcendent ability?
“Enough of this noise!”
At that moment, a thunderous rebuke erupted from beyond the gates of Jam Ma Gak.
“Does only Ben Jeon conduct training?”
With a resounding crash—
the great doors of Jam Ma Gak swung wide open, and a warrior clad in black robes and an iron mask strode forth with commanding presence.
He was none other than the Lord of Cheon Sal, one of the three supreme divisions of Demon Hall.
In the past, he had suffered great humiliation beneath Bu Eunseol’s overwhelming might, and since then had gnashed his teeth in secret, vastly amplifying his martial prowess.
And now, having ascended to a level of power he believed none could withstand—
he had been watching for any opportunity to avenge that day’s defeat.
Yet when his subordinates reported that Jam Ma Gak had been generating incessant disturbances,
but that the aura of Muk Hon Ryeong Ju prevented them from even lodging a protest, he had hastened here at once.
“Muk Hon Ryeong Ju! How do you manage your subordinates….”
As the Lord of Cheon Sal, brushing past the restraining Wi Sa, rushed into the Great Training Arena of Jam Ma Gak and bellowed with unbridled confidence—
a low, resonant hum filled the air.
Before his eyes—
a colossal wave of true qi unfurled, radiant with five brilliant colors, filling the heavens themselves.
The power emanating from it was so overwhelming that merely witnessing it sent tremors through one’s meridians, as if they might shatter.
And this immense surge of true qi flowed from a single body.
From the body of Muk Hon Ryeong Ju—Bu Eunseol herself.
‘This… this cannot be.’
The Lord of Cheon Sal, too, was a martial master who dominated the realm and a seasoned commander who had led countless battles to victory.
He could sense that Bu Eunseol’s martial power had not merely transcended the Guk Cheon Gyeong, but had reached an unfathomable pinnacle of inner strength and true qi.
A tremor ran through his frame.
His vision darkened, and his body shook uncontrollably.
What in heaven’s name had transpired during this time to elevate her martial power to such heights?
“What is your business here?”
At that moment, Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed as she regarded the Lord of Cheon Sal.
“This is the Training Grounds of Ben Jeon. Outsiders are not permitted entry.”
‘She speaks even while unleashing such torrential true qi?’
Cold sweat trickled down the face concealed behind his iron mask.
Each time that piercing gaze swept across his form, he felt as though the very flesh was being stripped from his bones.
“This lord….”
As the Lord of Cheon Sal gazed into Bu Eunseol’s eyes—those pupils that concentrated millions of brilliant luminosities—
he staggered backward.
With utmost reverence, I bowed my head.
“I came upon hearing that you were interfering with the training of Sayoung Hall warriors near Jam Ma Gak.”
“….”
“Rest assured. I, as Lord of Cheon Sal, shall handle this matter cleanly so that no such complaints ever reach your ears again.”
Cheon Sal Dae Ju offered another bow with an expression of utmost sincerity,
*Creak.*
and vanished from Jam Ma Gak in an instant with movements as awkward as a broken mechanism.
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Upon leaving Demon Palace, I made my way to Muhon Society.
I conveyed all necessary intelligence to Sa Hon Dae and Jeol Jeong Dae.
‘Even Cheon Sal Dae Ju proves useful at times.’
I narrowed my eyes.
Thanks to Cheon Sal Dae Ju’s intrusion,
I had come to realize that training in Sim An Gyeong must absolutely not take place in Demon Palace.
It must be conducted in secret, in a place where outsiders cannot enter.
And now, together with the senior members of Muhon Society,
I intended to share information about Jin Ma and his followers, and to deliberate upon them.
―But there was something more important than that.
I arrived at a singular realization.
Few in Murim yet knew of Eight Immortals Heaven.
Yet surely there existed those and factions aware of their existence.
Particularly in the case of Jang In, since Dong Chang was involved, it amounted to little more than a public confrontation.
Then those who kept watch over Eight Immortals Heaven, or those who commanded the highest intelligence organizations in all of Murim…
‘Would surely approach me.’
Especially an entity like Incheon—a bomb waiting to detonate at any moment.
It was inconceivable that only Sam Gye in all of Murim could stand against Incheon.
Surely there existed factions wary of or seeking to oppose their existence.
And so I realized they would inevitably approach me.
‘Let me expose my movements and see what happens.’
I left So Yo behind and proceeded openly toward Muhon Society without concealing my tracks.
And so that intelligence organizations could discern my movements, I did not deploy swift lightness kung fu.
Instead, I traversed Seong Do leisurely, as though on a leisurely excursion.
Finally, as I entered the borders of Seomseong, a peculiar sensation brushed across the distant sky.
It felt as though someone was watching me.
‘My senses have expanded.’
I could extend my perception to a hundred paces by spreading my true qi.
Yet even now, without doing so,
I sensed that someone was covertly tracking my movements.
And such a thing was possible precisely because of Feng Yun Shen Qi.
A power that allowed perfect concealment by harmonizing with nature, undetectable by anyone.
I could instantly detect the Hidden Concealment Technique that someone was deploying.
‘An extraordinarily skilled master.’
Remarkably, the moment Bu Eunseol sensed the pursuer’s presence, the pursuer immediately detected that they had been discovered—
‘They’re openly revealing themselves.’
Rather, they were deliberately exposing their aura.
‘If they’re doing that, then they’re not an enemy.’
If assassination were the goal?
They would never expose their presence like this.
After a moment’s deliberation, Bu Eunseol unfurled her divine movement technique and shifted toward a secluded forest.
A gentle breeze rustled through the trees.
Upon arriving at the vast clearing within the unpopulated forest, Bu Eunseol spoke in a low voice.
“Show yourself.”
A shadow shimmered.
Then, as if waiting for this moment, a small silhouette gradually materialized before Bu Eunseol.
It was none other than an Old Monk draped in crimson robes, bearing wrinkles so deep and weathered that his age seemed impossible to discern, like ancient tree bark.
Yet his eyes were profound and brimming with wisdom, radiating vitality.
A divine sage of Shaolin.
Buddha Sage Hong Hyeon—the legend of the Orthodox Sects.

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