The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82.
Whoosh.
A shadow in white descended from the sky with a sharp sound of wind, unfolding cloud-like divine techniques as it fell to the ground.
“Hahaha! Truly keen observation, I must say.”
The shadow that revealed itself was a man dressed in white, with an ancient sword hanging from his waist.
“I happened to witness your duel while passing through. However, I couldn’t intervene in the middle of it.”
His eyes were exceptionally clear, and the white teeth that showed whenever he smiled left a striking impression.
His appearance was handsome enough to draw favor from anyone, yet Bu Eunseol’s expression was as though she were stifling a yawn.
“I see.”
Then, as if uninterested, she turned her body away.
The man followed after Bu Eunseol as she walked, speaking to her.
“Did you handle all these Blood Ghosts as well?”
“….”
No answer came, yet the man persisted in his conversation.
From the situation, it seemed the man had arrived around the time Bu Eunseol was having her final confrontation with Yang Myeong.
“To kill the Blood Ghost Party Lord Yang Myeong in a single strike… the martial world will be turned upside down soon.”
Bu Eunseol did not even glance back, but the man continued to pursue and speak.
“With such skill, why didn’t you display your true abilities at the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe?”
“You know of me?”
When Bu Eunseol finally spoke, the man laughed softly and drew closer.
“I’ve been watching you carefully since the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.”
“So you were a spectator.”
Bu Eunseol turned her head away again, as if uninterested.
Then the man shrugged helplessly and spoke.
“I am a disciple of the Cheon Geom Hoe.”
“The Cheon Geom Hoe?”
At those words, Heuk Pyo’s eyes widened in surprise.
The Cheon Geom Hoe.
It was a legendary sword sect that had been passed down through generations of the martial world.
Throughout the ages, the Orthodox Sects were represented by the Nine Sects One Alliance or the Eight Great Families, while the Demonic Path was represented by figures from massive organizations like the Demon Hall and the Ten Demonic Gates.
Because of the refined martial arts accumulated over generations, systematic teaching methods, and the cultivation of countless disciples, the layer of masters had inevitably grown thick.
However, the legendary swordmasters of Tianxia who belonged to neither Orthodox nor Demonic sects and stood alone in Gangho also came to realize this point and united their will.
―What if we gathered masters who belong to no sect and stand alone in Gangho, shared sword techniques, and developed together?
Had they belonged to massive sects, transmitting secret sword techniques to others would have been unthinkable.
But the swordmasters gathered in the Cheon Geom Hoe belonged to no sect, and having awakened the sword themselves, they did not find it difficult to share their supreme techniques.
Eventually, ten transcendent swordmasters known to be obsessed with the sword finally created a small sword sect, and that was the Cheon Geom Hoe.
“Are you saying the great hero is a swordmaster of the Cheon Geom Hoe?”
Rumors abounded, yet the sword sect that remained hidden like a divine dragon in the clouds—the Cheon Geom Hoe.
A swordmaster of that mysterious sect stood before him?
“Hahaha. Don’t misunderstand. I am merely a disciple of the Seventh Seat Master.”
“Your disciple?”
“Indeed.”
The man flashing white teeth cupped his fists toward Bu Eunseol and Heuk Pyo.
“I am Yu Hwa Ryeong, disciple of Woo Hak, the Seventh Seat of Cheon Geom Hoe.”
Woo Hak was a master who had flourished in the previous generation, having cultivated a formidable swift blade technique.
At this, Bu Eunseol, who had been standing silently all along, suddenly sharpened her gaze.
“So. You’ve come to cross blades with me?”
“Haha. How could that be?”
Yu Hwa Ryeong shook his head with a laugh.
“I am too dull-witted to have mastered even half of the swordsmanship my master taught me. If I were to face you, I would lose a hundred times over.”
“Then you have another purpose?”
“Haha! The Gangho is not a place where one must always have business to strike up conversation…”
Before he could finish, Bu Eunseol turned to leave, and Yu Hwa Ryeong quickly waved his hand.
“You’re impatient. I like that! Let me speak plainly then.”
Having grasped Bu Eunseol’s cold temperament, Yu Hwa Ryeong glanced around before speaking in a low voice.
“I’ve had my eye on you since the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.”
“…”
“Your swordsmanship is peculiar and your killing intent runs deep, so I wondered if perhaps you were not of righteous character. The suspicious withdrawal of Yang Myeong in the finals only reinforced this suspicion.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong spoke with conviction as he regarded Bu Eunseol.
“But through this incident, I now know for certain. You are not a person of evil—you are of the Orthodox Sects.”
At that moment, Heuk Pyo, standing beside Bu Eunseol, had to suppress an incredulous expression.
‘I suppose it does appear that way.’
Bu Eunseol, who had unhesitatingly cut down none other than the master of Hell Blood Castle.
Even if she were to vehemently deny being of Orthodox origin, the circumstances made it impossible not to assume she was.
“Though you did not gain great renown at the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe, do not be discouraged. Having now slain the master of Hell Blood Castle, your reputation will soon spread far and wide.”
“You speak too much.”
Bu Eunseol’s expression grew weary.
Despite his claim of being direct, Yu Hwa Ryeong was wasting time with unnecessary words.
“I care not whether one follows the Orthodox or the Demonic Path. Such matters do not concern me.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong’s expression shifted slightly in surprise.
A true adherent of the righteous way would never speak thus. Bu Eunseol had subtly revealed that she was a person of the Demonic Path.
Click.
As Heuk Pyo, leading the way, approached the carriage and opened the door, Yu Hwa Ryeong spoke urgently.
“Whether you are of the Orthodox Path, the Demonic Path, or somewhere between them matters not!”
As if having made a decision, Yu Hwa Ryeong spoke with renewed conviction.
“Cheon Geom Hoe itself occupies a position between the righteous and the wicked. So long as you are not a person of truly evil heart, it matters not.”
At last, he broached the true subject he had been circling around.
“So come with me to Sichuan.”
“Sichuan?”
“Soon, a regular gathering will be held, hosted by the Second Seat, Seok Sa Suk, and my master.”
Puzzled by what he meant, I turned my head, and Yu Hwa Ryeong nodded as if he’d expected this reaction.
“The Cheon Geom Hoe is currently searching for exceptional talents capable of inheriting the essence of the newly created sword techniques.”
He stepped forward and spoke in a low voice.
“Someone like you, in other words.”
Heuk Pyo’s eyes gleamed at those words.
The Cheon Geom Hoe was a sword sect founded long ago when ten legendary swordsmen who once dominated Gangho united their efforts.
If they had newly created sword techniques, they would surely be supreme sword arts comparable to the secret teachings of the Nine Sects One Alliance and the Eight Great Families.
But Bu Eunseol shook her head firmly.
“I already have a master. I have no intention of serving another.”
“Don’t worry. Transmitting the sword technique this time isn’t about establishing a formal master-disciple relationship.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“The Cheon Geom Hoe was originally an organization dedicated to creating and transmitting superior sword arts that transcended sectarian boundaries. Of course, we’ve maintained the sect by accepting disciples over the generations, but… that original purpose continues.”
“Get to the point. If you dance around the subject one more time, I won’t speak with you again.”
When Bu Eunseol replied coldly, Yu Hwa Ryeong answered as if he had no choice.
“A new sword technique was created, but none of the Cheon Geom Hoe’s disciples possessed the aptitude to master it.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong sighed deeply and lowered his head in embarrassment.
“So the Second Seat commanded me to roam Gangho and find a prodigy capable of learning the technique. That’s why I came to this Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.”
“That makes no sense.”
Bu Eunseol laughed coldly.
“You’re saying the Cheon Geom Hoe teaches sword arts to anyone with talent, regardless of their background? Is it a charity organization?”
“You don’t understand the world.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong shook his head at Bu Eunseol’s words.
“In Gangho, exceptional talent alone can bring tremendous benefits.”
“….”
“If a supreme swordsman of Tianxia created an outstanding sword technique, but no one with the aptitude to learn it existed—or if such a talent refused to learn it—what then?”
He spoke with a faint smile.
“That swordsman would kneel if necessary to bring a disciple capable of mastering the technique. That’s what Gangho is.”
He was right.
If an exceptional master exists, one can find a way to recruit them.
But an exceptional disciple—even if you wear out your feet searching, you can only bring them if fate allows.
Even the Demon Hall held the Ten Demon Experts tournament to obtain outstanding talents, didn’t it?
“Young Master.”
At that moment, Heuk Pyo whispered softly to Bu Eunseol.
“Isn’t the reason you travel Gangho to become stronger? Then wouldn’t it be wise to accept this person’s proposal?”
Yu Hwa Ryeong added one more thing.
“And taking you with me doesn’t guarantee you’ll receive the Cheon Geom Hoe’s sword techniques.”
“What?”
Heuk Pyo’s expression turned surprised, and Yu Hwa Ryeong smiled bitterly.
“Whether to transmit the technique will be decided by them after assessing your aptitude. I’m merely bringing someone of your caliber.”
“I have one question.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Yu Hwa Ryeong smiled and nodded.
“Without reservation.”
“If you truly sought only exceptional talents without conditions, merely spreading word that Cheon Geom Hoe was recruiting would have drawn countless martial artists to your door.”
Bu Eunseol regarded Yu Hwa Ryeong with a sharp gaze before continuing.
“Yet you deliberately send disciples throughout Gangho to find these talents? That hardly makes sense.”
“A keen observation.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong nodded in acknowledgment.
“However, I can only reveal the reason after you’ve agreed to join Cheon Geom Hoe. More precisely, just before you enter the society’s inner circle.”
Bu Eunseol fell silent for a moment, contemplating deeply before nodding.
“So it’s not merely about talent—there are specific conditions.”
“Sharp as ever! Precisely so.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong slapped his knee and nodded emphatically.
“I cannot reveal such conditions to one who hasn’t yet joined. Word would spread.”
“Hmm.”
Though my every doubt had been resolved, I did not answer hastily.
I had not yet fully mastered even Nangya Sect’s martial arts. Moreover, positioned as I was between Orthodox and Demonic factions, Cheon Geom Hoe—that gathering of sword fanatics—gave me pause.
I questioned whether their swordsmanship would truly serve my needs.
“By the way, I’m not alone in seeking talented swordsmen.”
When I did not answer immediately, Yu Hwa Ryeong spoke with subtle intent.
“I hear my fellow disciples have already brought masters from the Nine Sects One Alliance and the Eight Great Families. There’s even rumor that the eldest senior has recruited a grandmaster from the Huashan School.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong spoke to me with earnest expression.
“Joining us would be no loss for you. Why not come to Sichuan with me?”
I had initially intended to refuse.
But the moment I heard that Cheon Geom Hoe would gather masters from various Orthodox sects, my resolve shifted.
‘If fortune favors me, I could witness masters from the Nine Sects and Eight Great Families.’
From the Orthodox sects’ perspective, Donghyo Seorang was merely a vagrant marketplace trapped within Hell Blood Castle’s sphere of influence.
Thus, most renowned Orthodox masters had abstained from the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.
I had long desired to directly experience the strength of those Orthodox masters whose names echoed throughout Gangho.
‘Moreover, this would be an excellent opportunity to personally assess Cheon Geom Hoe, which has been shrouded in rumor.’
“Very well. I shall go.”
“Excellent decision!”
At my ready acceptance, Yu Hwa Ryeong’s smile widened enormously.
“You won’t regret joining us!”
“I doubt I shall.”
I lifted the corners of my mouth in a cold smile.
Now I would journey to Sichuan to test myself against the Orthodox sects’ masters.

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