The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 218

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 218
Baekwang (白王), Muyong Hyeok.
The Lord of the Moyong Clan, one of the Five Great Houses, and one of the Five Sovereigns of the realm.
A figure known as the master and ruler of Yeolyeong.
He was undoubtedly a powerhouse worthy of bearing a royal epithet.
In terms of influence—the very foundation upon which such titles are bestowed—he occupied an overwhelmingly dominant position.
This was because he was the most remarkably successful among all the Five Great Houses.
Master of Yeolyeong. This title was not achieved through martial prowess alone. He had absorbed every merchant guild throughout the region into his sphere.
The saying had spread so widely that establishing a shop in Yeolyeong required passing through the Moyong family without exception.
Because of this, the world spoke of Muyong Hyeok thus:
If other sovereigns were obsessed with martial arts,
Then “Baekwang is obsessed with wealth”—such whispers often circulated.
This was because despite being a martial family, Muyong Hyeok devoted considerable attention to merchant enterprises, and his dedication yielded extraordinary results.
Master of merchant guilds.
Master of Yeolyeong.
Among those who controlled the wealth called the Seven Great Merchant Houses of the Central Plains, the sole patriarch of a noble family.
Baekwang—a name earned in recognition of the Moyong Clan’s distinctive swordsmanship and Muyong Hyeok’s martial might.
Beyond that,
“The God of Wealth.”
He bore this title as well, a name celebrating his achievements.
In the Central Plains, Baekwang stood not merely as one of the Five Sovereigns, but as a figure of exceptional standing.
And such a Baekwang had now
“A son-in-law?”
“Did he say son-in-law?”
“Didn’t Baekwang just call him his son-in-law?”
“The Little Sword Saint as a son-in-law? What does this mean…?”
Since Baekwang himself had called me his son-in-law, the reactions from those in the medical pavilion erupted with unusual intensity.
“What are you saying?”
“Did Baekwang have a daughter…?”
“Ah! Yes, he did.”
As questions burst forth, someone spoke as if suddenly remembering.
“Yeolyeong Jeil-mi. She is Baekwang’s daughter.”
“Ah…”
“Jeil-mi? How beautiful must she be…?”
“They say her face shines so brightly.”
“Surely no one could be that beautiful…”
“Not quite shining. She’s reasonably pretty, I’d say.”
“Huh?”
As the men spoke, a refined voice interjected.
Tap—
With soft, delicate footsteps, a woman glided into the infirmary as if dancing. She wore flowing robes and a face mask covering her features.
She approached me with measured steps.
Swish.
She removed the mask from her face.
“Gasp….”
“Ah….”
Those who glimpsed the face hidden beneath the mask gasped in astonishment.
“…How….”
Could anyone be so beautiful?
Her appearance naturally provoked such a question.
“…You again… No, how is it that Miss Muyong Youngsoon is here…?”
I could only furrow my brow at the sight of her.
As I spoke, Muyong Youngsoon’s expression darkened.
Press—!
“—!”
She suddenly pressed her fingers hard into my shoulder.
Feeling this, I covered my mouth with my hand.
“Ugh…ugh….”
Had I not, I would have cried out in pain.
“Tsk….”
Seeing this, Muyong Youngsoon clicked her tongue softly.
“…What are you doing… right now…?”
I asked while enduring the pain, and Muyong Youngsoon turned the question back on me.
“That’s what I want to ask you.”
Her quiet voice carried an inexplicable chill.
“What kind of fight left you in such a state? It’s unlike you.”
“….”
I had nothing to say to that.
Even I had to admit it was uncharacteristic of me.
“And what was that appearance about?”
The same question Dang Cheon-il had asked. Again, it concerned my transformation.
They said my hair had turned white?
I was wondering how my hair color could have changed so suddenly.
[It is the power of Wol-cheon.]
Yoo Cheon-gil explained to me.
[When inner force permeates the body, Wol-an awakens. As I explained before, this is a sign, and Wol-cheon is its evolved form.]
This continued from his previous explanation.
[If the pinnacle is when inner force dissolves into the body, then touching Wol-cheon means the Cheongwol Heart Method itself seeps into your very being. During this process, just as Wol-an awakens, changes occur in the hair across your body.]
This was the first I had heard of such a thing. Above all.
‘If such a phenomenon existed, it should have been well-known.’
If it were a martial art that changed hair color itself, it naturally should have been famous throughout the Central Plains.
But it wasn’t.
As I pondered this discrepancy.
[Of course.]
Yoo Cheon-gil answered as if he had read my thoughts.
[Wol-cheon is something I created.]
“…!”
My eyes widened. Created by Yoo Cheon-gil?
[One must fully integrate the heart technique into their body. Only then can you completely follow the path that the moon reveals. The reason I made you master and use the Wol-ryeong Sword Path was for that very purpose.]
“….”
A power through which energy reveals the path.
The Wol-ryeong Sword Path allowed one to perfectly sever an opponent’s weak points simply by burning the blade with that force and swinging it.
Moonlight reveals the path.
That ethereal and alien power was so strange it seemed odd to even call it a martial art.
‘But to use it perfectly.’
If I could also employ Wol-cheon here, I could perfectly control the optimal path that the Wol-ryeong Sword Path revealed.
By any account, this was an insanely formidable power.
The problem was.
‘…But I have no memory of it.’
I couldn’t remember it, and my body was in terrible condition.
The pain was genuinely maddening. It was incomparable to mere muscle soreness.
However, seeing that the physicians hadn’t noticed, it meant the problem wasn’t simply physical.
‘If it’s not a physical problem.’
Then the vital energy. Or if not that.
‘The soul.’
A power that directly touches the soul? That seemed utterly absurd.
[That’s why it cannot be the same as the ordinary Cheongwol heart technique. In the entire Cheongwol Sect, only I could use Wol-cheon, but since I’m dead, now only you can.]
He had created a power that never existed before. At those words, I swallowed hard without thinking.
That.
‘I used it in front of so many people.’
It meant the story would spread before long. With such a conspicuous and visible power, there was no way rumors wouldn’t circulate.
[You must grow through the heart technique you’ve directly transformed. Since you awakened to it yourself, I can’t tell you how impressive it is. Kekekekeke.]
“….”
I deeply resented that old man for being pleased without understanding my situation.
‘Damn it.’
I didn’t know how the situation would unfold.
But what mattered most here.
‘In the end, it’s definitely a formidable power.’
A power great enough to defeat that Naelyong.
It was absolutely no ordinary strength.
[That’s right. If you manage to control it perfectly, there won’t be anyone in the Central Plains who can defeat you.]
“….”
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke with absolute confidence.
Precisely because it came from Yoo Cheon-gil and no one else, I found myself believing it despite the absurdity.
After all, I had felt firsthand just how extraordinary this power truly was.
“Ugh….”
I pushed myself upright. The pain still lingered, but I managed to get my body fully upright somehow.
“…So then, what are you really doing here?”
I asked, suppressing the pain.
“Why? Is this somewhere I shouldn’t be?”
Muyong Youngsoon answered curtly to that. Somewhere I shouldn’t be?
“It doesn’t seem like a place worth coming to.”
“…What?”
“…No, well, it’s the medical tent and all. Isn’t it?”
This was the medical tent right after the martial tournament ended. There was no real reason for Muyong Youngsoon to come here.
“Why would someone who didn’t even participate come all the way to Hanan?”
I couldn’t understand why Muyong Youngsoon, who had specifically gone back to Yeolyeong, had come to Hanan again.
“Is that what you call talking?”
At my words, Muyong Youngsoon spoke to me with a thoroughly distorted expression.
“You came to watch what strange thing I’d do next.”
“…Am I a zoo monkey?”
“What’s a zoo…?”
“Such things exist.”
I let out a sigh. So she came because of me after all.
But then.
“Then why did the Lord of the Clan come…?”
The handsome middle-aged man before me, Baekwang Muyong Hyeok—what was his purpose in coming?
When I asked about this.
“I came to see my son-in-law-”
“Could you please stop joking?”
I stopped him from making that ridiculous jest.
“Mm.”
At my words, Muyong Hyeok nodded.
“….”
Ah, this man is still the same.
He was an unfathomable person. It was true when I first met him, and it remained true even now.
“…Why did you really come?”
Why did this man come? Baekwang was famous for never leaving Yeolyeong.
With several businesses to manage and numerous duties to attend to, it made sense that Muyong Youngsoon came, but I couldn’t understand why this man would come as well.
To such words.
“I followed my friend.”
“Pardon?”
Muyong Hyeok had just uttered something rather peculiar.
A friend? What do you mean, a friend?
‘Surely not.’
A distant thought flickered across my mind.
I immediately asked him.
“This friend you speak of… it’s not our household’s old man, is it…?”
I asked, desperately hoping it wasn’t.
“That’s right.”
“Damn it.”
I had just heard something that should never come to pass.
I already knew of one man loitering about in Hanan.
A man who, like Baekwang, should have been in Yeolyeong.
The difference was that Baekwang couldn’t come out because he was busy, while that gentleman had nothing to do, so he simply didn’t come out, and it was deemed proper for the Central Plains that he remain there.
“…You’re saying our household’s ruffian—no, Father followed you here?”
Baekwang followed our house’s good-for-nothing? What kind of insane nonsense is this?
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He said to go.”
“…”
He simply said to go, and so he came. There was no more absurd answer than this.
“…When did the two of you become so close?”
The Yeolyeong Sect and the Moyong Clan had once been engaged to one another.
But that was merely a promise between the previous generations. I had never thought the Lords of the Clans were actually close.
Suddenly calling each other friends—there was no more mismatched pair than this.
“We are friends.”
At those words, Muyong Hyeok spoke with firm conviction.
My head throbbed. My body already ached, and now even my mind was beginning to hurt.
Fine, let’s just accept it as is.
“…But why did you come with Father?”
“…”
“Surely you didn’t just come because he told you to.”
“…”
“Lord of the Clan…?”
Baekwang did not answer. Had he truly come just because he was told to? Surely he wouldn’t commit such madness?
‘He’s the most reasonable one I know.’
Among everyone I know, Baekwang is the one I would consider most sane.
He was manageable as long as you didn’t touch certain subjects.
‘How did it come to this.’
How did things end up like this? Just as I was wrapping my aching head, forgetting about the tournament results and all that nonsense.
“Hey!”
Another voice chimed in from the entrance.
“Little Sword Saint! They said you were here? Are you here!?”
“….”
Who the hell is this now?
My infirmary isn’t a public gathering square—why does everyone keep crawling in here?
I turned my head and saw a towering young man.
Heuk Taedo.
“Ahahaha! There you are. I’ve come to-….”
Heuk Taedo stopped mid-sentence the moment he saw Muyong Youngsoon.
Ah, now that I think about it.
‘That bastard.’
When he saw me, didn’t he say something about how Muyong Youngsoon should belong to him?
“Oh.”
Heuk Taedo, who had been silent, soon responded briefly.
“Pretty girl!”
“…What?”
He spouted complete nonsense. I gasped in astonishment at hearing it.
Pretty girl? I wasn’t confused by this unfamiliar term itself.
Since I already knew Heuk Taedo was a madman, there was nothing strange about whatever he might say.
‘This isn’t good.’
The problem was the figure who had come with Muyong Youngsoon.
“Ahahaha! Our pretty girl was here-”
“Pretty girl?”
Whoooosh—!!
A chill ran down my spine.
Goosebumps erupted across my back instantly.
The reason was simple.
“Right now.”
Muyong Youngsoon’s father standing before me—one of the Five Kings of the Realm.
It was the murderous intent radiating from Baekwang.
“What did you just say?”
‘Ah.’
Feeling that, I became certain.
‘We’re screwed.’
Baekwang Muyong Hyeok.
The most reasonable person I know.
But touch a certain part of him, and he could transform into a demon faster than anyone else.
And that part was precisely.
‘A madman obsessed with his daughter.’
It was how he treasured Muyong Youngsoon far too dearly.

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