The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90.
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed as she observed the man standing at the heart of the Reed Field.
That man was none other than Dang Gon.
‘A family dispute, then.’
Just as Bu Eunseol’s interest waned and she turned to leave,
A whistle. A landing.
Heuk Pyo, who had descended onto the towering tree above where that man stood, widened his eyes.
“What? Poison needles?”
Though he had muttered it in a low whisper, the keen ears of the Dang Family’s masters could not be deceived.
“Who goes there!”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
One of the Dang Family’s masters, having pinpointed Heuk Pyo’s location, rapidly unleashed eighty-six poison needles.
“Hmph!”
Bu Eunseol, releasing a low scoff, placed her hand upon the silent sword strapped to her back.
Shing!
As the blade was drawn, a chilling aura poured forth in all directions.
Clang clang clang clang!
Accompanied by the sound of metal striking metal in rapid succession, the torrent of poison needles curved sharply and poured back toward their origin.
A reversal of projectiles—the Second Form of the Shadowless Heaven Technique. The method of Returning to Origin, Returning to Master.
―What in blazes is this!
The panicked masters of the Dang Family scattered in all directions upon seeing the returning projectiles.
Thunk thunk thunk.
As the returned poison needles embedded themselves in the ground, Dang Gon stood alone in the center of the Reed Field, breathing heavily.
“Hah, hah.”
Dark blood trickled down his robes where the projectiles had grazed him, and the sword in his grip was nearly shattered, its blade chipped away.
Though the wounds could not be called severe, his defensive posture made it clear he would not endure much longer.
Thud.
As Bu Eunseol descended from the towering tree, the Dang Family’s masters’ eyes gleamed with intensity.
“Who are you!”
“Mind your own business.”
Bu Eunseol, looking down upon the Dang Family’s masters with eyes raised in defiance, spoke coldly.
“We’re simply passing through.”
In that instant, the expressions of those gathered around the Reed Field became subtle.
Though Zhongjing had separated from Sichuan, the Dang Family’s influence still extended to this place. Yet these people, bearing the Dang Family’s garb and weapons, were regarding them as mere insects?
“Gentlemen, please do not misunderstand.”
As the atmosphere grew tense, Heuk Pyo, who had been hiding atop the tree, descended to the ground and clasped his hands together.
“We truly are merely passing through. We have absolutely no intention of interfering in the Dang Family’s affairs.”
“Dispose of them as well.”
At that moment, a middle-aged man who appeared to be the leader looked between Bu Eunseol and Heuk Pyo and spoke.
“They have witnessed what they should not have seen, after all.”
In that instant, Heuk Pyo’s complexion shifted dramatically.
From the gleam in his eyes and the expression etched across his face, it seemed he truly intended to bury both this man and himself together.
“G-Great Master. Please don’t do this….”
As Heuk Pyo flailed his hands in panic,
“Don’t.”
Dang Gon, drenched in blood and gasping for breath, lifted his head and smiled.
“If you touch him, you’ll all die.”
“….”
“Just let him go. And begin anew with me.”
At Dang Gon’s words, the middle-aged man chuckled and spoke.
“Had this been within the main family’s walls, I would naturally have obeyed the Third Young Master’s command. But….”
“Main family matters end as main family matters. After all, what you truly desire is my head, isn’t it?”
“Hmm.”
The middle-aged man, having made a sound of acknowledgment, sighed and approached from behind Bu Eunseol, speaking coldly.
“Forget what you’ve seen today. Do you understand?”
Instead of answering, Bu Eunseol turned her head and smiled, baring her white teeth.
The middle-aged man’s pride was wounded, and his eyebrows shot upward. And then….
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the middle-aged man unleashed torrents of pitch-black energy from both hands directly at Bu Eunseol’s back.
It was the Sichuan Tang Clan’s prized Poison Fire Divine Palm.
“Watch out…!”
Dang Gon sensed the danger and cried out, but it was far too late.
The middle-aged man’s strike came far too suddenly, and the distance between them was far too close.
“Aaaahhh!”
A harrowing scream pierced the air as blood sprayed in all directions.
Remarkably, with her back still exposed, Bu Eunseol had drawn her sword and severed the middle-aged man’s wrist with perfect precision.
“How….”
Dang Gon’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
The Ghost Shadow Without Trace technique the middle-aged man had employed was a move specialized for ambush, capable of achieving perfect accuracy within a single zhang.
Moreover, even if one knew an ambush was coming, it would be impossible to sever a Dang Family master’s wrist without even turning around.
“Impressive.”
Bu Eunseol, gazing down at the ink-black sword in her grip, nodded slightly.
Her ability to manifest such divine technique stemmed from the Celestial Beyond Technique—a skill that sensed killing intent and instinctively defended against attacks.
It was thanks to the Rhombus Jade Sword’s capabilities.
“Uuugh… Attack!”
As the middle-aged man cried out with his severed wrist, the masters surrounding them emptied hidden projectiles from their leather pouches.
“Ahhh!”
But before the projectiles could rain down, another scream erupted.
Bu Eunseol, having deployed the Extreme Speed Shadow technique to close the distance in an instant, unleashed her sword technique among the Dang Family masters.
Flash!
Each time the dark gleam reflected, without fail another figure collapsed.
Bu Eunseol had already proven herself against the Hell Blood Castle Blood Ghost Party, masters of assassination and poison techniques.
Thus, she could dispatch the Dang Family’s experts who employed similar tactics with relative ease.
“Ugh, uhhh….”
The middle-aged man, realizing he could not match Bu Eunseol, cried out loudly.
“Retreat, retreat!”
At his command, the Dang Family’s masters began withdrawing in perfect synchronization, as if they had been waiting for the signal.
Bu Eunseol did not pursue them, simply sheathing her blade and nodding to herself.
“Indeed, so this is the caliber of the Eight Great Families.”
Even with death at their doorstep, they retreated with discipline and maintained their formation with solemnity.
The reputation of the Sichuan Tang Clan, which had shaken the Murim for so long, was no empty boast.
“Should I thank you?”
Dang Gon, staggering to his feet, offered Bu Eunseol a smile.
The smile appeared exhausted, yet possessed a certain dignity and refinement.
“Not at all.”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“I merely intervened because of the ambush. There is no need for gratitude.”
As she turned to leave without hesitation, Dang Gon spoke.
“Wait! If you leave now, you will face considerable trouble ahead.”
“Trouble?”
Bu Eunseol turned her head, and Dang Gon’s expression grew bitter.
“The men you just drove off like dogs were Deung Gwang Young, the patriarch of the main family’s Heuk Su Dang, and his subordinate masters.”
“And?”
“If you leave as you are, that dog of a patriarch will file a false report to the family head. You will find yourself pursued relentlessly by the main family.”
“That sounds entertaining.”
Bu Eunseol turned away without emotion, and Dang Gon bit his lip.
‘Indirect speech won’t work with her.’
Currently, Dang Gon had to return to the Dang Family to preserve his life.
But without the aid of a master of her caliber, it was impossible.
“Help me.”
Finally, Dang Gon cast aside his pride and spoke honestly to Bu Eunseol.
“I must return to the main family. But without the help of a master like you, it is impossible.”
She stopped abruptly.
Only then did Bu Eunseol halt her steps.
“Did you kill your own brothers?”
In that instant, Dang Gon’s pride was wounded, and his eyes flashed.
‘She thinks I’m easy prey just because I asked for help!’
But when he met Bu Eunseol’s earnest gaze, he immediately grasped the true meaning behind her words.
―Why exactly are your own family members trying to kill you?
She despised appearing to show interest in others’ affairs, so she had phrased it this way instead.
Why not just ask directly? This fellow has no warmth in him—cold as ice.
“If I had truly slain all my brothers, the head of the Deung family would have brought a wedding palanquin and escorted me away himself.”
Dang Gon shook his head, swallowing a bitter laugh.
“The main family has long tolerated succession struggles between heirs. This present situation is merely part of that process.”
“You’re saying they permit brothers to kill one another?”
As Heuk Pyo, standing beside Bu Eunseol, opened his mouth, Dang Gon released a deep sigh.
“The main family was built on blood. The process of selecting an heir can demand nothing less than blood.”
Dang Gon drew a deep breath and continued.
“Even if that target is a brother bound by blood.”
In other words, the Dang Family would tolerate even fratricide in the selection of an heir.
At that moment, Bu Eunseol, who had been listening in silence, asked a question.
“Then that assassin earlier was sent by one of your brothers?”
“Indeed. It was likely my second brother who sent him. He has always sought to eliminate me at every opportunity.”
“And yet you ventured into Gangho alone, knowing this?”
At Bu Eunseol’s pointed observation, Dang Gon replied with an embarrassed expression.
“What power does a bastard son possess? Without supporters or a foundation, I devised my own strategy.”
Only then did Bu Eunseol understand why he had suddenly given her the Leaf of Transformation.
He had sought to expand his influence by cultivating strong friendships throughout Gangho.
“My eldest brother is naturally frail, so he rarely shows himself. Because of this, my second brother watches me like a hawk.”
His gaze turned toward the distant horizon, and his expression grew desolate.
“I pride myself on my talent and martial prowess, yet regrettably, I lack supporters and a foundation—even less than the youngest daughter of the main family.”
Dang Gon wiped the blood from his forehead and spoke in a low voice.
“I came to Gangho hoping to cultivate good friendships and strive forward, but now… it is finished.”
Supporters and friendships could not be forged simply by desire.
Only now did Dang Gon realize this truth, and he was prepared to abandon everything.
“I shall return to the main family and renounce my claim to the succession. However…”
“They will not even permit your return.”
“Precisely. My second brother will never allow my return to pass without interference.”
Dang Gon shook his head.
“He is suspicious by nature and will believe my resolve could change at any moment.”
Having finished speaking, Dang Gon fixed his gaze upon Bu Eunseol.
He had laid bare both his family’s circumstances and his own shame. Now only Bu Eunseol’s choice remained.
“Will you aid me and accompany me back to the main family?”
Though he spoke with apparent confidence, his eyes had lost all certainty.
The journey back to the Sichuan Tang Clan would become a march toward death.
Moreover, since he was returning to renounce his claim, there would be no great reward. Who would stake their life on such a journey?
“I hear the Dang Family possesses many fine hidden weapons.”
Bu Eunseol suddenly spoke of something entirely different.
“I once purchased a hidden weapon at the Blacksmith Shop. But I could not obtain the poisoned needles needed for it.”
As he rolled up his sleeve, a thin bracelet-like object was revealed.
It was a hidden projectile device from Saixiang that I had purchased together when buying the sword in the back alley near Dongjeong Lake.
“A genuine Saixiang hidden projectile device.”
Dang Gon posed the question, and Bu Eunseol nodded in acknowledgment.
“When we reach the Dang Family, will we be able to procure hidden projectiles suitable for this device?”
Dang Gon’s expression grew puzzled, yet he still nodded.
“Of course.”
“Excellent.”
Bu Eunseol unlocked the hidden projectile device and tossed it to Heuk Pyo.
“Are you… giving this to me?”
“Since ancient times, all masters of the lightness skill have favored the use of hidden projectiles.”
Bu Eunseol regarded Heuk Pyo and spoke matter-of-factly.
“As it happens, I was in need of a fine hidden projectile device… so do give it a try.”
At those words, Heuk Pyo broke into a broad smile.
And in that moment, Dang Gon suddenly grasped a certain truth about Bu Eunseol.
‘This person is not cold-hearted and devoid of compassion…’
As he watched Bu Eunseol’s retreating figure, turning away with seeming indifference to walk ahead first, a faint smile crossed his face.
‘Simply incapable of expressing it honestly.’

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