The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 160

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 160
“I pay my respects, Moonju.”
After washing up, I came straight to see Wol Seon-geom. The moment I arrived, he gestured a greeting with his hand before his gaze fixed entirely on the documents.
‘My goodness. Why is there so much?’
The pile of documents on the desk was extraordinary. Not only were they filled with writing, but the height of the stack made it hard to breathe.
‘…Is he really processing all of that?’
Given the timing, it made sense.
It was the end of the year, and winter seemed to bring an unusual number of orthodox sect festivals, so he appeared to be handling all of them.
Watching him like that, I spoke up.
“I heard you called for me.”
“Sit.”
“…Sit, you say?”
Where…?
The floor itself was packed with things, so where was I supposed to sit? I couldn’t even see a chair.
At my reaction, Wol Seon-geom’s eyes turned toward me.
“Mm.”
He let out a sound of acknowledgment as if realizing the situation now, then swept his hand through the air.
In that instant.
Whoooosh—!
“…!”
Wind surged forth and swept across the floor. The scattered documents rose into the air and stacked neatly.
Space was created in moments.
Not immaculate, but reasonably organized. Seeing it, I gasped in admiration.
‘Wow… this madman.’
Void Grasping. An application of inner energy that only absolute masters could use to lift objects through the air alone.
So that’s why the organization was so lacking.
‘Since a single gesture accomplishes it all, perhaps that’s why?’
Still, I never knew Void Grasping could be applied like that.
The masters at the height of the current Central Plains.
Among them, Wol Seon-geom was always counted among the absolute elite.
It felt like I had glimpsed the power of such a figure, even if only briefly.
‘Tch…’
I watched him with narrowed eyes. I couldn’t even use the basic form of Void Grasping.
[It is only natural. One cannot awaken the ultimate truth of inner energy with mere perfection.]
The ultimate truth of inner energy.
Yoo Cheon-gil, who speaks of perfection as “mere.”
His indifferent words feel different to me.
‘…Mere, indeed. I suppose so.’
While others struggle madly to reach perfection or end their lives never achieving it.
The world I inhabit is starkly different, and I feel it acutely.
“Bang Disciple.”
“Yes.”
“I heard you finished your closed cultivation.”
“That’s correct. I just finished today.”
Just finished today, yet he summons me without a moment’s rest.
My words carried that very sentiment, though I kept it unspoken.
“I see.”
Wol Seon-geom merely nodded, as if indifferent to such matters.
Damn it. I shouldn’t have expected anything.
Then.
“Did you make progress?”
Wol Seon-geom’s eyes lifted from the letter toward me.
Eyes that shone brighter than the daylight itself.
Confronted with that sharp gaze—as if a sword had taken human form—my body instinctively tensed.
A low hum.
‘What is this?’
A blade materialized within me.
Against my will, it raised its edge on its own.
A chill ran through me.
Cold sweat threatened to break through my skin.
Then.
“I see.”
Wol Seon-geom nodded again and spoke.
“You’ve made progress indeed.”
“….”
Only after hearing those words did the blade within me fade from sight.
That’s when I understood.
‘He did something to me.’
Wol Seon-geom had done something to me. Not killing intent, nor aggressive energy.
It felt as though he’d forcibly stimulated my instincts.
[Tsk tsk tsk.]
Yoo Cheon-gil chuckled at the sight.
[The cunning bastard. He’s doing to you exactly what I used to do to him.]
I didn’t respond, only perked up my ears.
[That’s what I did to him when he was young. Seems the lesson left quite an impression—he’s putting it to use on you.]
‘….’
So what Yoo Cheon-gil once did to young Wol Seon-geom, he’s now learned and applied to me.
‘What is this? Revenge?’
The thought that he might be venting his frustrations on me left a bitter taste.
“You said a month. Was it accurate?”
“That’s correct.”
I answered without asking further, understanding he meant the time I’d spent in closed cultivation.
“A month, then….”
His gaze swept across my body from top to bottom.
“For that duration, you’ve cleaned up remarkably well. Well done.”
Hearing the praise, I scratched my cheek.
“Thank you.”
If Wol Seon-geom was praising me, it seemed I’d done reasonably well. Recalling that, I spoke to him.
“So then, what is the reason you’ve called for me?”
As I broached the main topic, Wol Seon-geom withdrew a letter and thrust it before me.
Assuming he meant for me to take it, I carefully received it.
“Winter’s beginning approaches soon.”
While listening to his words, I gazed at the letter.
“…!”
My eyes widened the moment I saw its contents.
The letter began with a deep blue seal embedded upon it.
This signified it was a letter sent directly from the Martial Arts Alliance.
And beneath that seal, the title read:
‘An Invitation to the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering.’
It stated that I was being invited to the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering to be held in winter.
“As I told you before, this Dragon-Phoenix Gathering has become an exception—the Alliance Leader himself used his authority to allow the Cheonwol Gate to participate.”
It was unprecedented. So it would continue to be exceptional…. Irritatingly so.
“The number of participants will be four to five. And their representative is.”
“….”
“You.”
‘Damn it.’
I bit my lip at Wol Seon-geom’s words.
It was written in the invitation as well.
That the representative invited was Bangseong-yeon, the Sowoldae disciple, the Protagonist.
‘…Good grief.’
This wasn’t going to be easy.
‘And it’s even gold-colored.’
The emblem of the Martial Arts Alliance embedded in the letter.
I could see gold interwoven throughout it.
This signified only one thing.
‘A distinguished guest invited by the Martial Arts Alliance.’
Gold, silver, bronze.
The Five Great Families or Nine Sects and One Alliance.
Or prestigious clans of corresponding standing—only they received invitations with gold coloring.
And the invitation that had come to me was precisely that.
The nobles selected by the Martial Arts Alliance.
The honor that came with such a distinction was beyond measure.
‘But in my case.’
The honor wasn’t truly mine.
‘It’s because of that old man.’
That demon-like old man floating lazily in the sky, watching me.
I was merely receiving the honor that belonged to Yoo Cheon-gil.
My chest grew heavy at the thought, but I forced myself to ignore it and heard Wol Seon-geom’s voice.
“We depart in four days. The destination is the Martial Arts Alliance at the heart of Hannam. Do you have any other questions?”
Could that even be called a question? I barely suppressed an empty laugh.
Questions? I had plenty. Countless ones. If I had to pick the most pressing.
‘Do I really have to go?’
Something like that.
‘But that’s pointless to ask.’
Knowing it would be meaningless to voice, I had to ask something else instead.
“…Moonju.”
“Speak.”
“You said four or five of us would go. Who exactly is coming?”
Four or five including me. The Yongbong Conference was ultimately a festival for those in the late stages, and attending meant the Cheonwol Sect would only send those in the late stages.
‘Who could there be?’
Does the current Cheonwol Sect even have five people in the late stages to send?
More precisely.
‘There are far too many.’
The Three Disciples of Cheonwol Sect were said to be older compared to disciples from other sects.
But even so, they were still in the late stages.
Since they were selecting the strongest among them to send, I asked out of curiosity.
Wol Seon-geom answered my question.
“That.”
As he spoke, his finger pointed toward me.
“You decide from now on.”
I had to frown at his words.
What kind of nonsense was this?
“You want me to decide?”
“Yes.”
“…Why?”
Why would I decide that?
Bewildered, I pressed further, but Wol Seon-geom answered without changing his expression.
“Who knows.”
“…Pardon?”
Who knows? This crazy bastard.
What kind of ridiculous answer is that?
It’s absurd. So I don’t bother managing my expression and simply stare at him.
“The Bang Disciple will decide on the personnel and submit a report by tomorrow.”
“…No, why would I-”
“In exchange.”
I cut off his protest.
“If you select the personnel and demonstrate results, I will grant you a corresponding reward.”
“….”
A reward.
I had to pause for a moment upon hearing those words.
A corresponding reward, he says.
‘Take personnel and show results at the Yongbong Conference…?’
Then I’ll give you a reward.
Why?
That was naturally my first question.
‘What’s the reason?’
Why Wol Seon-geom would suddenly do this.
No matter how much I think about it, I cannot comprehend it, so my eyes dart about.
‘I have no idea.’
But that doesn’t yield an answer.
So there weren’t many conclusions I could draw.
And the best among them was….
“…Then, might I also request something in return?”
“Hmm?”
That I had to gain some advantage from this situation somehow.
I spoke to Wol Seon-geom.
“I’d like to obtain some information from the Gaebang. If possible, something rather deep.”
“The Gaebang?”
“Yes.”
“What information are you referring to?”
Curiosity colored his voice.
However, that curiosity dwelling within it soon transformed.
“Detailed information regarding the Seven Calamities.”
“…The Seven Calamities?”
It shifted to intrigue, flashing across his face.

* * *
At the heart of Hannam stood the Martial Arts Alliance.
The headquarters of the orthodox faction, known as the Main Alliance.
Roughly four days remained before I would head there.
In terms of time, only a few days were left.
What I needed to accomplish in that interval was already determined.
‘Four people, perhaps.’
Four to five late-stage disciples from the Cheongwol Sect to attend the Dragon Phoenix Conference.
Though I said four to five, it was best to go with the minimum number possible.
I deliberated with that thought in mind.
‘Who should I bring.’
The Cheongwol Sect had so many late-stage disciples that choosing was troublesome.
What was fortunate here was that two of them were already confirmed.
“The Dragon Phoenix Conference, then.”
Upon hearing my words, a handsome man with bold facial features.
Do-hyeong nodded at me.
“I’ll do it. It’s Moonju’s command, after all.”
“Ah…”
I felt relieved at those words.
If I were to pick four late-stage disciples from the Cheongwol Sect, Do-hyeong was absolutely guaranteed to be among them.
He was none other than a member of Sowoldae.
A place where only the elite among the elite of the Cheongwol Sect could enter—a place where those of ordinary caliber couldn’t even set foot.
The fact that he had entered such a place at barely past his twenties meant he was a genius of absolute certainty.
‘It’s strange that he isn’t more well-known, really.’
That level of strength at that age.
It was rather odd that Do-hyeong, who ranked among the stronger late-stage disciples, had no epithet to his name.
‘Fortunately, Do-hyeong was settled easily.’
Do-hyeong simply said he would go since it was Moonju’s command, and readily agreed.
It would be strange if he refused, but still, I was grateful.
‘If Do-hyeong couldn’t go, it would’ve been a real headache.’
Who could replace him? There might be someone if I searched, but searching would probably be tedious.
‘Good. Do-hyeong is settled.’
One spot filled. Two remained.
The problem was.
‘…this is where it gets difficult.’
With Do-hyeong secured, the remaining two spots were the issue.

* * *
Leaving him behind, I went to meet the second person.
“So.”
The moment I arrived, a cold voice reached my ears.
“You want us to go to the Dragon Phoenix Gathering together? With me?”
A cold impression resembling Wol Seon-geom, pale skin that harmonized exceptionally well with piercing blue eyes.
The air around this woman seemed unusually frigid, creating an illusion of chill.
Ignoring that, I spoke to her.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
At my words, the woman let out a hollow laugh.
“…Ha.”
Then she wore a sneer. Seeing that, I clicked my tongue inwardly.
This woman was of Sowoldae like Do-hyeong, and possessed a talent so rare that even tracing the entire history of the Cheongwol Sect would reveal few equals.
One of the Seven Prodigies.
Wol Muhui Cheonhye-in.

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