The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 140

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 140
Not long after leaving the inn, I arrived at the Cheongwol Sect.
It had been mere months since I’d last returned to the Cheongwol Sect.
I entered the sect driving the carriage that Muyong Youngsoon had prepared, and naturally the sentries at the gate tried to stop me.
But when Do-hyeong spoke through the carriage window, we passed through without issue.
As I entered the Cheongwol Sect, familiar sights greeted my eyes.
I hadn’t stayed long before, yet in that brief time, the place had become familiar to me.
Neigh–!!
With the horse’s cry, the carriage came to a halt, and the door opened.
“We’ve arrived.”
The Sword Emperor opened the door with a benevolent smile.
Just as I was about to step down, I froze.
“I told you before. Why do you keep driving like this?”
Dang Cheon-il spoke to the Sword Emperor with a frown.
I was taken aback seeing this.
“This time and last time too. Your handling of the horses is absolutely terrible.”
“Oh, oh dear… It seems I’ve caused you discomfort…”
“That’s what you call—”
Crack-!
“Ugh!”
Before he could continue, I smacked the back of Dang Cheon-il’s head hard.
“You lunatic. Just ride if you can ride. Why all the complaints!”
“Grrgh–!!”
Dang Cheon-il clutched his head, groaning from the solid blow.
“You get frustrated because I criticize you every day? If you need somewhere to vent your anger, go to the Training Hall. Don’t take it out on innocent people!”
In truth, the Sword Emperor’s horsemanship was quite skilled. It was remarkable how he could handle the reins with just one hand.
Dang Cheon-il surely knew this, so he was simply looking for an outlet for his frustration.
Perhaps because I’d hit him hard, Dang Cheon-il’s eyes opened somewhat fiercely.
Crack-!
“Kgh!”
Seeing that, I struck the back of his head once more.
“How dare you look at me like that?”
I’d gone out of my way to spare his life, and now he dares to show me murderous intent?
‘Once he learns the truth, he’ll kneel before me and beg.’
Dang Cheon-il had no idea who he was currently defying.
So he wouldn’t know that I’d spared his life either.
I tossed the groaning Dang Cheon-il aside and spoke directly to the Sword Emperor.
“You’ve worked hard. Thank you.”
“Oh dear… No, not at all… My skills were surely lacking…”
“No, truly. It was very comfortable. Don’t mind that fool’s comments. Hahaha.”
I spoke while kicking Dang Cheon-il with my foot. It was a signal for him to leave quickly.
Do-hyeong descended next, and Cheon Euijin came down with him.
Muyong Youngsoon descended gracefully as always, busily glancing around in all directions.
Then.
People appeared from the entrance. They were from the Cheongwol Sect.
Seeing them, Do-hyeong spoke.
“First, let’s go make our report.”
“Understood.”
I answered with a somewhat tense expression.
After completing the mission and returning, there was naturally a specific person I had to meet.
‘Wol Seon-geom.’
Cheonwol Munchu Wol Seon-geom. I had to meet the most troublesome person right upon arrival.

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“I pay my respects to the Munchu.”
Without even unpacking our belongings, the three of us headed directly to the Cheonwol Munchu’s quarters.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Wol Seon-geom had not gone out, and we were able to meet him immediately.
Wol Seon-geom looked little different from before we departed.
Still sharp. Or perhaps even sharper than before we left.
He looked at the three of us with his distinctive blue eyes and nodded.
“You’ve worked hard.”
A brief statement. Nothing much followed after that.
Wol Seon-geom examined the report Do-hyeong handed over, and not long after, he added more.
“You must have completed a long journey, so rest for now. I’ll hear the detailed report tomorrow.”
“I accept your command.”
“You’re dismissed.”
It was a remarkably brief conversation for having been away on such a lengthy mission.
I thought I could leave without worry.
“Bang Disciple, you stay.”
“….”
The moment I thought that, Wol Seon-geom grabbed my ankle.
I tried to grab Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin in a panic, but they had already left long ago.
‘Those quick ones….’
They were twice as fast as usual. They must have fled, knowing they’d be caught.
“…Ahem.”
Alone in the room with Wol Seon-geom, I let out a deliberate cough and spoke to him.
“I hope you’ve been well-”
“You’ve reached your peak.”
“….”
He cut off my words before I could finish speaking.
His eyes were so full of conviction that I had nothing to say in response.
“Or perhaps it was always that way?”
“…That is.”
“You don’t need to answer. I’m not particularly curious about it.”
“Ah, yes….”
Whether my reaching the peak was truly an important matter or not, Wol Seon-geom simply ended the conversation with a brief nod.
“I’ve reviewed the reports sent. Is this factual?”
“If there were no issues along the way, then yes, it is.”
“Hmm….”
Wol Seon-geom’s gaze turned toward me. Truly, every time I saw him, his eyes alone seemed capable of cutting a person down.
“So it’s all true—the covenant you’ve made with the Dang Clan, and their official declaration to sponsor you as well.”
“That’s correct.”
“The reason being that you saved the Dang Clan by killing Mahyeok-chang.”
“That’s what the Dang Clan Head told me.”
“And you also wish to establish a trade agreement between the Iron Forge and the Cheongwol Sect?”
“Yes. Though ultimately, that would be Moonju’s decision.”
Even so, Wol Seon-geom would not refuse.
After all, it was exclusive trading rights with the Iron Forge—who would dare decline such an offer?
Especially not those in the martial world.
“….”
After hearing my words, Wol Seon-geom simply stared at me. I couldn’t read his gaze.
Time passed in silence, and then Wol Seon-geom’s eyes shifted slightly.
They focused on my waist.
“Your sword has changed.”
“….”
I continued to feel it—his perception was remarkably sharp. How did he discern it when I kept it sheathed at my side?
“…That’s correct. It was a gift.”
“I see.”
“Manwol has also been repaired well. Have you had a chance to inspect its condition?”
I deliberately changed the subject.
“Not yet. I’ll examine it later.”
“Understood.”
“….”
“….”
The conversation had stalled again.
Was there truly nothing left to discuss?
Then could I ask something now?
I did have something I wanted to ask Wol Seon-geom.
Part of me simply wanted to leave and rest, but since we’d come this far.
‘I should ask about Patcheon Gung.’
I was about to ask Wol Seon-geom about what I’d experienced at the Dang Clan, but before I could speak.
“The Dragon Phoenix Gathering will be held soon.”
“Pardon?”
Wol Seon-geom spoke first, cutting me off.
“Ah, yes… The Dragon Phoenix Gathering. Of course.”
I’d already heard about it.
Most people in the Central Plains were probably waiting for the festival.
‘What does it matter to me?’
From my perspective, it didn’t seem particularly significant.
‘Besides, the Cheongwol Sect is excluded anyway.’
Since the Dragon Phoenix Gathering was held by the Martial Arts Alliance, the rule was that the Cheongwol Sect—a direct affiliate of the Alliance—couldn’t participate.
I thought nothing would really change with the gathering being held.
“Go there as our representative.”
“Yes, understood. I’ll go there… Wait, where am I going?”
My face stiffened mid-response. Had I misheard? Yes, I must have misheard.
So I asked Wol Seon-geom to repeat himself.
“Represent the Cheongwol Sect and participate in the Dragon Phoenix Gathering.”
“…What kind of insane thing are you saying?”
“What?”
“Oh no.”
I clamped my mouth shut the moment the words left my lips. It was a mistake.
[Hehehehe. This madman.]
Wol Seon-geom’s eyes blazed with intensity. Simultaneously, the air in the room grew heavy.
Shiver—!
Goosebumps erupted down my spine, and every hair on my body stood on end.
“What did you just say?”
I’d crossed a line without realizing it. That much was true.
‘…I’ve lost it.’
My body trembled under the pressure Wol Seon-geom emanated. It felt as though countless sword tips were targeting me from all directions.
It was a sensation different from killing intent.
“I apologize.”
I apologized immediately. It was my fault for overstepping. However.
“…I simply don’t understand. The Cheongwol Sect has never participated in the Dragon Phoenix Gathering throughout its history. Why suddenly tell me to go there?”
“…”
I felt Wol Seon-geom’s pressure gradually diminish.
“And being a representative makes even less sense. I haven’t even been here for a year.”
Nominally, I was called Geomseong’s Predecessor, but in terms of tenure, it was incredibly short.
Even disciples who’d spent ten years in the sect could barely qualify as representatives, yet he wanted me to do it?
‘How is this anything but madness?’
I continued voicing my confusion at this incomprehensible situation.
“Did you ask why?”
“Yes.”
Wol Seon-geom spoke to me.
“This is an order that came down from the Martial Arts Alliance.”
“…Yes?”
An order from the Martial Arts Alliance…?
“Moreover, it was a direct command from the Alliance Lord himself.”
“What do you mean…?”
“For this year alone, the Cheongwol Sect is permitted to participate in the Dragon Phoenix Conference, and simultaneously, an order has come down to send Bangseong-yeon as the representative.”
“….”
[Oho? Hehehehe! This has become quite interesting-!]
While I stood there with a bewildered expression, Yoo Cheon-gil immediately clapped his hands and cheered upon hearing the news.
“…The… Alliance Lord himself.”
“Indeed.”
“…No….”
How on earth did things come to this…?
‘The Alliance Lord…?’
I had to roll my eyes repeatedly at the notion that none other than the Martial Arts Alliance Lord himself had singled me out.
‘If the Alliance Lord….’
The current Alliance Lord of the Martial Arts Alliance would surely be.
‘Shin Chang, the Divine Spear.’
Shin Chang, Jeok Ho-myeong.
The man who rose to become Alliance Lord after Yoo Cheon-gil’s death, and one of the heroes who distinguished himself in the past Righteous Demon War.
I had heard he was an absolute master who wielded a spear, born from the Shanxi Jeok Clan.
‘Why would he…?’
I was utterly bewildered that someone with no connection to me whatsoever had singled me out and issued this command.
‘And he even changed the rules for this?’
The Cheongwol Sect’s participation in the Dragon Phoenix Conference.
I couldn’t even imagine what kind of upheaval would result from this.
‘And he’s telling me to go as the representative…?’
He’s telling me to represent the Cheongwol Sect’s junior disciples.
What kind of absurd nonsense is this?
“Listen, Munchu-”
“The Martial Arts Alliance’s orders are absolute.”
Before I could even finish speaking, Wol Seon-geom cut me off sharply.
“I have conveyed the message. As for you, Bang Disciple, save your detailed report for tomorrow after you’ve rested.”
“….”
Wol Seon-geom removed his blue gaze from me and turned it toward the documents on his desk, making it clear there was nothing more to discuss.
It was his way of telling me to leave.
‘This is infuriating….’
I turned my back to him, suppressing the sigh that threatened to escape as I grasped the door handle.
“And.”
At Wol Seon-geom’s words, I paused mid-motion.
What now? I trembled, wondering what grave matter I’d hear this time.
“Regarding the mission—you did exceptionally well.”
“…Ah, thank you.”
Wol Seon-geom offered me praise. Hearing it, I nodded absently.
I left immediately after.

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Outside Wol Seon-geom’s quarters, Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin waited motionless for me.
“Are you alright?”
Do-hyeong spoke with concern. Hearing him, I forced a smile.
“Yes. Well. I’m fine…. Just that you all worked hard. Something like that.”
I had no intention of mentioning the Yongbong incident.
It was Cheon Euijin who reacted to my words.
“…Young Master, what did Munchu say to you?”
“As I just said. He simply praised me for doing well on the mission.”
I gave a casual answer to deflect the conversation.
“Pardon?”
“…What?”
The eyes of both men widened like lanterns.
What? Why are they like that?
“Why do you ask?”
“Young Master.”
“Yes?”
“Fa… No, Munchu praised you?”
“…Yes.”
“Truly?”
“Yes. He did. Said I did well.”
“….”
“Why do you react that way?”
Cheon Euijin’s expression became quite strange at my words. Why was he suddenly acting like this? Unable to comprehend, I furrowed my brow.
“Bangseong-yeon.”
“Yes, Senior.”
It was Do-hyeong, not Cheon Euijin, who answered my question.
“Munchu does not offer praise.”
“…Pardon?”
What was he saying?
“He doesn’t praise people?”
“Yes.”
“Why…?”
Why wouldn’t I offer praise? It’s not as though compliments cost me anything.
“I don’t know. But among all the disciples before you, not a single one has ever received praise from Munchu.”
“…So that one person was born today.”
Cheon Euijin spoke with an expression that seemed somehow complicated.
‘…Hmm.’
This was…
Apparently far more valuable praise than I had anticipated.
‘…But so what. I don’t need it.’
Even if Wol Seon-geom showered me with praise as vast as a house, it held not the slightest interest for me.

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