The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 153

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 153
After my conversation with Sochul Daeju, I stepped outside.
I didn’t delve any deeper into discussion with him.
‘After all, I’ve already set the situation in motion.’
Whether it was his perception of me,
or the matter of the Gwangyeol Seomgyeong I possessed,
or perhaps both—none of it truly mattered.
What mattered was this:
‘Sochul Daeju wavered.’
That rigid, stubborn old man had been shaken, even slightly, by my words.
That alone was what held significance for me.
‘Not bad.’
The results weren’t poor. Thinking this, I considered what came next.
‘One or two more times should do it.’
Once I’d shaken him like this, manipulating his psychology to draw him to my side wouldn’t be difficult.
It was a method I’d employed frequently in my past life as well.
‘Though I suffered greatly from it before, so I’m not particularly eager to use it again….’
Still, if I could use it, shouldn’t I?
No—whether I liked it or not, I had to use it now.
This wasn’t a time to be selective about my methods.
Steeling my resolve this way, I continued walking.
[The Sword Saint is a mountain you must cross.]
“….”
Nonsense came from above.
[The name of the Sword Saint carries no weight.]
“…Excuse me?”
[A mountain you must cross regardless—what’s so heavy about that…. Kekekekeke.]
“…Old Man?”
Looking up at the source of the old man’s voice, I saw him grinning broadly, mocking me.
[What a splendid thing to say, indeed.]
“…Damn it.”
Seeing this, I pressed my brow. That old man’s temperament suggested he’d tease me about this for days.
[I never dreamed you were thinking such things, boy.]
“As if I was thinking that way.”
Thinking? Nonsense.
‘The Sword Saint’s name carries no weight? That’s absurd.’
It’s suffocatingly heavy. If it had actual weight, I would have been crushed long ago.
‘Or perhaps I’m already crushed beneath it.’
It wouldn’t be strange if I were already gasping for breath under that weight.
The Sword Saint’s name carries no weight? That’s ridiculous.
‘How could that possibly be light?’
The Heavenly Supreme and the greatest of all ages.
To reach the pinnacle among these countless martial artists—how could I dare call that simple?
‘I said it with my own mouth, but it’s truly absurd.’
Just one path among many to walk?
Even as I spoke, I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness.
‘I’m insane.’
The fact that I uttered those words without trembling was remarkable in itself.
‘At least I survived because of it.’
I endured by feigning confidence, speaking words that didn’t suit my nature.
I overcame the anxiety that Sochul Daeju might draw his sword at any moment and returned alive.
I believed this was the right answer.
‘…I suppose?’
Honestly, it was something I couldn’t be certain about.
‘Tsk.’
I swallowed silently and continued walking.
Then I remembered something else I needed to ask Yoo Cheon-gil.
‘I should ask about yesterday’s events.’
I was about to open my mouth to question him first about what happened during the martial contest and the dream I had, when—
“Uh, Old Man—”
[Quiet. Someone approaches ahead.]
“….”
At Yoo Cheon-gil’s words, I immediately closed my mouth.
Someone was coming ahead?
I paused my steps and looked forward. Just as Yoo Cheon-gil said, I could see someone walking toward us.
A graceful gait and hair fluttering in the breeze.
A woman with fair skin that complemented her delicate features.
It was Muyong Youngsoon.
“There you are.”
She noticed me and smiled softly.
‘…Ah, that’s right.’
I had forgotten—she was here too, wasn’t she?
I recalled that Muyong Youngsoon had also come to the Cheonwol Sect with us.
“I’ve been searching for you for quite some time.”
“…You were looking for me?”
“Of course. Who else would I be searching for here besides Bang Disciple?”
“…Ah, yes.”
Her words were truly something.
I sighed and looked at Muyong Youngsoon before asking.
“Moryong Sojeo.”
“Yes.”
“…What on earth are you doing here?”
“Why? Is there something wrong with me being here?”
“Normally, there would be.”
This was the Cheonwol Gate, not just any place. It was not somewhere an outsider could simply be without reason.
Yet Muyong Youngsoon had not only slipped into the Cheonwol Gate alongside me but had been staying here for days.
It was something that should not ordinarily be possible.
As I recalled this and posed the question, she lifted the corners of her lips slightly.
“Don’t worry. I’m not foolish, and I wouldn’t be here by force. Besides, the Moonju would never permit such a thing in the first place.”
“…Then?”
“If you’re misunderstanding that I’m here because of Bang Disciple, that’s not it, so don’t worry.”
Huh? That wasn’t it?
I naturally assumed that was the reason.
As I furrowed my brow and nodded, Yoo Cheon-gil burst into laughter and spoke to me.
[Hah, the boy has quite the axe wound. I respect his confidence, but his arrogance is rather unseemly.]
‘….’
I tried to ignore what the old man was muttering.
No, I tried to ignore it, but this time it irritated me somewhat.
“…Then why are you here?”
If not because of me, what reason could Muyong Youngsoon have for being at the Cheonwol Gate?
As I asked with curiosity, Muyong Youngsoon gave me a peculiar expression and spoke.
“Why would I have reason to tell Bang Disciple such a thing?”
“…I… suppose that’s true?”
If she came for personal reasons, there would be no reason to tell me.
I understood. So I nodded and tried to move past it.
“Are you curious?”
Muyong Youngsoon asked.
“Not particularly?”
Honestly, I wasn’t very curious.
So I was about to say she didn’t need to tell me.
“If you let me tell you, then do me one favor in return.”
Muyong Youngsoon began speaking as if she hadn’t heard me.
“No, I said I’m not curious? You don’t need to tell me. And if you have a favor to ask, even less so-”
“I came to the Cheonwol Gate as the Clan Leader’s proxy. The Muyong Clan had business to request.”
“Hey.”
Didn’t she hear me? She suddenly blurted out family matters, and I spoke in bewilderment.
Is she insane?
‘The Clan Leader’s proxy?’
The fact that Muyong Youngsoon had come to the Cheonwol Gate as the Clan Leader’s proxy meant this was quite a significant matter.
A direct bloodline coming under the Clan Leader’s name for the clan’s affairs?
That was.
‘Meaning the Clan Leader should have come personally, but was unable to for unavoidable reasons.’
In other words, it also meant that Baekwang, the Clan Leader of the Muyong Clan, was in a situation where his movements were somewhat restricted.
To summarize.
The Muyong Clan had a significant matter to request of the Cheonwol Sect.
‘And in the midst of this, something—a problem perhaps—has befallen the Clan Leader, leaving him unable to act.’
Thus, Muyong Youngsoon had come to the Cheonwol Sect personally to make her request.
In short, this was.
‘Information I shouldn’t be hearing at all.’
There was nothing good about deliberately listening to such matters.
As I furrowed my brow in understanding, Muyong Youngsoon spoke with a smile.
“You understand now?”
“….”
That cunning fox.
Looking at her expression, I got it. She had deliberately said only that much, knowing I would deduce everything up to this point.
“What are you doing…?”
“Well, actually, I didn’t come here because of something today. Originally, this was a request I was supposed to make before going to Sichuan.”
“…What?”
“I stopped by while searching for Bang Disciple last time and made my request then.”
Fluttering.
As Muyong Youngsoon spoke, she waved a letter in her hand before me.
“….”
Looking at the letter, I could see sentences marked with blue lines. It was none other than the direct seal of the Cheonwol Munchu.
“Fortunately, the request was handled well. I’m on my way back from meeting with him.”
“….”
“Ah, so I have to return to the Clan tomorrow.”
“Oh.”
That was pleasant news to hear. As I responded with obvious delight, her delicate brows twisted.
“What’s with that reaction?”
“Oops. I couldn’t help but let out an honest exclamation….”
“…This is really ridiculous.”
Tsk-! Muyong Youngsoon clicked her tongue. Then.
“Anyway, given the situation, do me a favor.”
“What kind of nonsensical demand is that?”
“What?”
“…Why did the conversation suddenly shift that way? Why should I do a favor for you?”
“You said you’d do my favor if I resolved your curiosity.”
“…I said I wasn’t curious, so who was it that spoke on their own?”
“Why are you being so petty about such things…?”
“…Am I insane?”
What’s with this shameless attitude?
A hollow laugh escaped me at her utterly brazen demeanor.
“Anyway. I have somewhere to go, so come with me, please? I’m asking nicely. Just hear me out. I’m leaving tomorrow anyway, so you can at least do this much for me.”
“No… That’s-”
“If you don’t, I’ll go back and tell the Lord of the Clan. I’ll say Bang Disciple heard everything.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
If she said that, my situation would become complicated. Given the Muyong Clan Leader’s nature, he wouldn’t go out of his way to peck at me, but.
‘…There’s a risk of troublesome complications arising.’
Very troublesome ones at that.
“Wouldn’t that put Moryong Sojeo in a difficult position too?”
If word got out that she’d been caught, it would cause problems for Muyong Youngsoon as well.
I pointed this out directly.
“I’ll just get scolded a bit. You know that, right?”
“….”
I was left speechless by her shameless and confident response.
What annoyed me most was that she was right.
‘…That man wouldn’t scold her even if he died.’
He cherished his one daughter dearly. I couldn’t even imagine him getting angry with Muyong Youngsoon.
If anything, he’d direct any anger he had at her toward me instead.
‘Damn it.’
A sigh threatened to escape. Why was she suddenly acting like this? I was already busy enough. With the Dragon Phoenix Assembly and other calamities falling upon us, I felt like I was drowning in urgent matters.
And I couldn’t understand why she’d choose to do this on a day like today of all days….
‘…A day? Wait.’
A thought occurred to me, and I narrowed my eyes.
Now that I thought about it, today was…?
“…Ah.”
I realized what I’d forgotten.
“Can’t you just come with me for a bit? It’ll only take a moment-”
“Let’s go.”
“I won’t ask twice… Huh?”
Upon hearing my agreement, Muyong Youngsoon’s expression turned momentarily blank.
“Really…?”
“Why not. You said let’s go, so let’s go.”
“Do you even know where?”
“…If it’s somewhere strange, I’ll back out?”
“Now? You’re going now?”
“Yes.”
At my sudden agreement, Muyong Youngsoon broke into a bright smile.
I’d always felt it, but beneath her cold impression was a radiant smile.
“I’ve been waiting. Let me get ready now.”
“Why even prepare? We can just go right now—”
“Wait. If you run away, I’ll break your kneecaps next time, you know?”
“…I’ll stay here.”
Leaving behind that chilling threat, Muyong Youngsoon dashed away.
As she disappeared, Yoo Cheon-gil, hovering in the sky and watching me, spoke up.
[Unexpected.]
“What do you mean?”
[I thought you’d never entangle yourself with that girl, even in death. Yet here you are, accommodating her whims.]
“….”
He was right.
I had no intention of indulging her demands.
But.
“…I remembered something I’d forgotten.”
[Something you forgot?]
“Yes. She’s not the type to throw tantrums like this in the first place.”
Normally, she would simply give up after some light intimidation.
But today she was acting strangely, so I wondered what was wrong.
‘It was because of today, specifically.’
The problem lay in that very day.
Today was.
‘Lady Jin’s death anniversary.’
Muyong Youngsoon’s mother and Baekwang’s wife.
The day Lady Jin died.
Moreover.
‘It’s also Muyong Youngsoon’s birthday.’
The day that was also Muyong Youngsoon’s birthday.

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