The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 290

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 290
The night of the Hwasan Sect grew turbulent.
Yeo Hyeok burst in suddenly and urgently sought out a physician.
“…Is anyone here!”
His desperate cry echoed throughout the entire Hwasan Sect.
At the tremendous shout, all the martial artists gathered.
“Yeo Hyeok?”
“What’s happened? Huh?”
As everyone panicked at the sudden commotion, they widened their eyes upon seeing the figure he carried.
“That’s Wol-hyeop.”
“How did he…?”
“Blood?”
Bangseong-yeon, carried on Yeo Hyeok’s back, was bleeding profusely while unconscious.
“Where is the physician?”
The supreme master who appeared alongside him, Sochul Daeju, was also searching urgently for a physician.
This was no ordinary situation. Soon, physicians who had been sleeping emerged.
“What has happened?”
“…A patient. His back has been pierced. The wound is not deep, but he has been poisoned.”
“Poisoned… you say?”
“Indeed. I heard it was the poison of gunseonchor, but it may not be, so verification is necessary.”
“Gunseonchor…!”
The physician’s eyes widened like lanterns.
“How could such a rare substance…!”
The poison of gunseonchor was not common. In the first place, gunseonchor itself was a rare medicinal herb. One had to extract poison from that herb.
The amount of extracted poison was extremely small, so a considerable quantity had to be gathered to use it as poison.
The effect of poison gathered in such a manner was.
“…If it is gunseonchor, paralysis is one thing, but the greatest problem is that it worsens the wound. The same goes for stemming the bleeding….”
The physician spoke while laying Bangseong-yeon down. He examined the wound directly.
“Ugh.”
The physician covered his nose. The stench emanating from the wound was the problem.
“…It is indeed the poison of gunseonchor.”
Through the stench from the wound, the physician became certain.
“If so, it is rather fortunate. Where is the antidote?”
One simply needed to apply the antidote and treat it. Sochul Daeju spoke, recalling this, but.
“There is no antidote, my lord….”
“What?”
The physician spoke with trembling eyes.
At those words, Sochul Daeju’s face contorted.
“No antidote? What do you mean by that!”
“…It is a rare poison. It is a medicinal herb that does not grow in Seonseo, and the antidote itself is precious and difficult to obtain.”
“Call that talking?”
Crack—!
“Ugh!?”
“Daeju!!”
Sochul Daeju seized the physician by the collar and lifted him up. Yeo Hyeok was startled by the action.
“If there’s no antidote, then what? There must be a treatment method, yes?”
“D-Daeju… my throat….”
“Please calm yourself…! If you act like this, Daeju, it only makes matters worse!”
“…Ugh.”
Daeju released his grip on the physician’s collar.
“…My apologies. I was too hasty and lost my composure. There is a method, is there not?”
“…Since it is poison, treatment is difficult without an antidote. However, it is not classified as an extreme toxin, so a method does exist.”
It was good news. For a moment, Sochul Daeju’s expression brightened at those words.
“However. This method….”
“What is it.”
“The method is too obscure and little is known of it, so very few people understand it. And… I am no exception.”
“…What!”
In other words, he was saying he did not know how to do it.
“That makes no sense whatsoever.”
“…I apologize.”
“Then we must obtain the antidote, must we not.”
If there was no treatment method, we ultimately had to find the antidote.
“Damn it.”
In this dire situation, Sochul Daeju cursed under his breath.
“What is the matter.”
A gentle voice resonated through the gathered crowd.
At that sound, the people parted at once.
“The Sect Leader….”
Yeo Hyeok reacted. It was none other than Maehwa Ilgeom Seongheon, the Sect Leader of Hwasan.
He slowly cut through the crowd and approached Sochul Daeju.
“What is this commotion.”
“…We greet the Sect Leader.”
“Mm.”
Seongheon’s gaze turned toward the fallen Bangseong-yeon.
“….”
The moment he confirmed this, his eyes narrowed.
“…This is….”
“An attack by the Sword Demon.”
—!
At Sochul Daeju’s words, the surroundings froze.
“Gwima?”
“Gwima? Could it be… that one?”
“Isn’t he the Grand Demon of the Demonic Cult? How could that name surface? He was supposed to be dead already.”
“They said the Sword Demon appeared in Hannam. Could Gwima also…?”
The murmuring intensified in an instant. The name Gwima certainly carried that much weight.
“Silence–!!”
“…!”
Jang Moonin’s authority seized the assembly with his command.
Silence descended in an instant. His robe fluttered with his authority.
In the quieted atmosphere, Seongheon spoke again.
“Gwima? What do you mean?”
“….”
At the question, Daeju glanced at Bangseong-yeon.
He hadn’t heard the full explanation yet.
Then.
“…We were searching for remnants of Patcheon Gung.”
Yeo Hyeok stepped forward. All eyes turned to him at those words.
“Patcheon Gung?”
“Yes, Jang Moonin. We heard that remnants of Patcheon Gung had appeared in Shaanxi, so Wol-hyeop and I were conducting a search. During that process, we discovered their hideout. As we were proceeding with the suppression…”
Yeo Hyeok continued, looking at Bangseong-yeon and Sochul Daeju.
“Gwima appeared and ambushed Wol-hyeop.”
At Yeo Hyeok’s explanation, the surroundings murmured again.
It was quieter than before, but the words rang out clearly.
“So Gwima truly…”
“And Patcheon Gung on top of that. What does this mean…”
Among those voices, Seongheon questioned Yeo Hyeok.
“Yeo Hyeok.”
“Yes, Jang Moonin…”
“I never heard of searching for Patcheon Gung. Was this your independent action?”
“…My apologies.”
“How could you, the Plum Blossom Sword Master, unilaterally conduct a search with members of the Cheongwol Sect?”
Jang Moonin’s expression hardened. He seemed unable to understand how someone of the Plum Blossom Sword Master’s standing and Hwasan’s position would act independently.
“That was…”
“Answer me.”
“I judged that there was a spy within Hwasan…”
“…!”
At Yeo Hyeok’s statement, the atmosphere grew heavy and still.
“You…”
“Surely you know, Jang Moonin. The recent disappearances. Those cannot be accomplished by the heterodox disciples of Patcheon Gung alone.”
At the word disappearances, Sochul Daeju’s ears perked up.
“Yeo Hyeok. Watch your words.”
“But….”
Yeo Hyeok stopped mid-sentence and bit his lip.
In that instant.
Crack–!!
Someone burst through the crowd toward everyone. At that action, Seongheon’s gaze fixed on the figure.
A delicate woman shot forward like an arrow toward Bangseong-yeon.
“…Yeon?”
It was Yoo Yeon.
Yeon Yeon hurried over to examine Bangseong-yeon.
“–.”
Bangseong-yeon lay collapsed and bleeding. He had long since lost consciousness, and cold sweat poured down his face.
Upon seeing Bangseong-yeon in such a state, Yeon’s
“–.”
Instead of a sound, she exhaled a vast, suffocating aura.
“…Kuk!??”
“Ugh!”
Killing intent poured from her small frame. The martial artists who felt it trembled in shock.
‘What.’
Sochul Daeju beside her had to narrow his eyes as he looked at Yeon.
‘This….’
What kind of energy was pouring from that small frame?
Moreover.
‘The aura is saturated with killing intent.’
The murderous intent woven within the aura began to amplify and intertwine.
“Uh… ah… grrk.”
The physician, nearly an ordinary person, fainted with foam at his lips.
Sochul Daeju had to turn serious as he watched Yeon release her aura.
‘It’s dense.’
A dizzying killing intent that could not belong to someone of the righteous path.
Killing intent without a target should never be this thick, yet what Yeon exhaled far exceeded all standards.
Clang.
Without realizing it, he grasped his sword. Had he not restrained himself, he would have severed her neck.
That was the magnitude of her killing intent.
If this continued.
‘Bangseong-yeon would suffer harm.’
Though unconscious, such killing intent and aura could strain his meridians.
Whatever the reason, it had to be stopped.
Just as Sochul Daeju was about to act.
“Yeon.”
Tap.
Seongheon approached and gently patted Yoo Yeon’s shoulder.
Whoooooosh—!!!
화아아아아—!!!
A pure, refreshing energy rippled outward from Seongheon’s arm. The fragrance of blossoms scattered through the night air.
“Calm yourself.”
A serene energy that warmed both body and spirit.
As that energy spread, the murderous intent dissipated and her turbulent aura settled.
“….”
Yoo Yeon’s energy calmed. Then she grasped Seongheon’s arm.
“…Uh….”
A soft sound escaped her lips.
“Ah….”
Not quite words, but rather an utterance—a form of expression.
As sounds emerged from Yoo Yeon’s mouth, Seongheon’s beard trembled.
“…Yeon…?”
“…Ah….”
Yoo Yeon gazed at Seongheon, speaking something through her eyes.
“….”
Seongheon’s brow hardened as he read the meaning in her gaze.
Contemplation etched itself into the lines of his face. Within those furrowed creases, Seongheon finally exhaled softly.
“…Sigh….”
“….”
Yoo Yeon stared at him without blinking, her eyes unwavering.
As that moment passed.
“…I understand.”
Seongheon stroked Yoo Yeon’s head as he spoke.
“I comprehend your heart. Do not look so forlorn.”
“….”
Having spoken, Seongheon flicked his fingers. Bangseong-yeon’s body rose into the air.
“…Jang Moonin?”
“I shall handle this child myself. Please grant me some time.”
“What do you mean? I was told the antidote must be administered quickly. Since no one knows the treatment method, we must leave at once to find an antidote….”
“Who told you that?”
“Pardon?”
Seongheon smiled bitterly at the Daeju’s words.
“That no one knows the treatment method. Who said such a thing?”
“…Jang Moonin?”
“I shall hear the details about Gwima after this matter concludes.”
Seongheon proceeded past Sochul Daeju, carrying Bangseong-yeon with him.
“Not to the Daeju, but to this child who will awaken.”
“….”
At Seongheon’s words, the Daeju could say nothing. His grave demeanor was what held him back.
“Let no one enter until daybreak.”
Seongheon commanded Yeo Hyeok.
“…I… understand.”
At his command, Yeo Hyeok bowed his head.

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Right after Seongheon led Bangseong-yeon inside.
“…My lady. Please, get up.”
“….”
Yeo Hyeok approached the crouching Yoo Yeon and spoke to her.
Yet Yoo Yeon gave no answer. It was natural that she couldn’t respond since she couldn’t speak, but there was no reaction whatsoever.
At that response, Yeo Hyeok called out to Yoo Yeon again.
“My…”
The words he was about to speak stopped short.
A chill ran down his spine.
Goosebumps rose across his skin.
It was because of the expression Yoo Yeon now wore.
Expressionless.
Within that emotionless face, only a single stream of tears flowed.
Her outward appearance was breathtakingly beautiful, yet that alien atmosphere made Yeo Hyeok hesitate.
The murderous intent she was emanating was equally unsettling.
“…My lady.”
But he endured it somehow and called out to Yoo Yeon once more.
“….”
Only then did Yoo Yeon return to her characteristic vacant expression and look at Yeo Hyeok.
“…Please, get up. The floor is cold.”
“….”
Yeo Hyeok extended his hand to help her rise, but she stood on her own without taking it.
Then she wiped away her tears with her sleeve.
After that, she stood motionless, staring at the place where Jang Moonin had entered.
“My lady?”
At her behavior, Yeo Hyeok called out to Yoo Yeon again, but she only shook her head a couple of times.
The meaning was simple.
She would not move.
She would remain here.
“….”
At her stubbornness, Yeo Hyeok scratched the back of his head and stood beside Yoo Yeon.
After all, I had intended to be here anyway.
The same would be true for Sochul Daeju.
When the three of us began waiting in front of the dwelling.
“…Sigh.”
From afar, someone concealing their presence exhaled softly from atop the roof.
“…Again.”
An old man dressed in white martial robes embroidered with plum blossoms.
“…You’re being a nuisance.”
Maehua Daeju spoke coldly, his voice seething with irritation.

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