The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 439

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 439
What kind of insane nonsense is this? The Celestial Demon’s words left my mind reeling. What did this man just say?
“…Did I mishear you?”
I must have misheard. There’s no other way to interpret it. Right?
“Why hasn’t your blood mixed? It’s only natural, is it not?”
The Celestial Demon’s blood mixed with mine? That makes no sense.
‘I’m a child of the Bang clan.’
This cannot be denied. No matter how strange my father is.
‘Genetics exist, after all.’
The resemblance is undeniable. My father’s facial features are clearly present in me, and this distinctive handsomeness definitely came down from that man.
Then.
‘I wondered if it came from my mother’s side.’
But that made no difference either. Cheon Rijin-an—the Jeol clan bloodline. No matter how I look at it, there’s no connection to the Celestial Demon.
Of course there isn’t.
‘The true Celestial Demon bloodline right now’
would be Yoo Yeon, who’s probably training at this very moment. This man knows all that, so why would he say such a thing? It was strange.
“…What do you mean?”
[What do you mean?]
“Are you saying I could have that bloodline mixed in me?”
[To be precise, it might not be my blood. Didn’t I say so?]
The Celestial Demon speaks through a brief silence.
[It’s the Celestial Demon’s bloodline. Not my bloodline specifically.]
“That’s even stranger.”
The Celestial Demon’s bloodline? How could a son of the Bang clan possess such a thing?
[Divine blades and divine techniques are things in which will exists. You should know this. When you touched the divine blade, you understood—it’s not merely emptiness within a sword.]
“….”
I didn’t deny that part. I knew it when I touched the divine blade. This is no ordinary sword. It’s something transformed by containing vast history and records.
An object that some call a divine artifact.
Therefore.
[I could be contained within it as well.]
As the Celestial Demon himself said, it became possible for his spiritual form to be contained in the blade. I understood that much.
“…So the reason I can wield the divine blade isn’t solely because of your will, is it?”
[It might be so.]
“What kind of vague answer is that?”
This is quite an important matter.
[At the very least, such a thing exists within your qualifications. Hani, you might possess something as well.]
“….”
[Moreover, haven’t you harbored doubts yourself?]
“What doubts are you referring to?”
[Doubts concerning your own family.]
“….”
[Bangga, was it?]
Yoryeong Bangga. The place where I was born and raised. The Celestial Demon’s words asking if I held questions about that place—I affirmed them. Yes. I did harbor curiosity about my own household right now.
‘No matter how much I think about it.’
It’s not a normal place. What Yoo Cheon-gil suspected was true, and the more I learned, the stranger my family’s circumstances became.
The relationship between Amjeon and my brother. That was strange too.
‘Father was always an odd man anyway.’
Setting that aside, there’s just something wrong with my household.
‘At this rate.’
The durability of the lock I’d placed inside aside, it seemed I’d need to visit home once. The time had come, and there were things I needed to investigate.
‘Of course, regarding the Celestial Demon’s affairs… I don’t think there’s any need to dwell on it.’
No matter how many times I think about it, the answer is no. Bangga having a connection to the Demonic Sect?
‘Even so, we’re an orthodox faction.’
Orthodox faction? I haven’t done anything that could be called orthodox behavior, but still—an orthodox faction is an orthodox faction. From that position, Bangga having a point of contact with the Demonic Sect?
‘No way.’
Even as I spoke, I grew troubled.
‘Surely not….’
It shouldn’t be.
‘…Did that damned man do something again?’
I’d heard my Mother was a figure from the Jegal clan, but one can never be too careful.
‘Who knows what whim might have seized him, what he might have done with someone from the Demonic Sect.’
Regardless of anything else, Father was capable of it. This wasn’t suspicion of that man—it was faith.
Faith that he’d caused trouble.
“….”
Truly a mess in every sense.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled and lay back on the bed. The sword was already wrapped in cloth and put away.
“…But if that’s the case, doesn’t that mean I can’t draw the Divine Sword carelessly in front of those people?”
If it happened to catch their eye, it would become troublesome. Mentioning this, I spoke.
[Pay it no mind. I’ve already made arrangements for that as well.]
“…Arrangements?”
What arrangements? I looked at him with confusion. He’d made arrangements? What could he possibly do?
[Tsk tsk tsk.]
Even when I asked, the Celestial Demon didn’t answer. Though I stared at him incredulously, he maintained an attitude of complete assurance.
The night passed like that.

* * *
Early dawn. The first person I sought out as daylight broke was the Paewang.
Paewang Mukyeokseong greeted me with an air of exhaustion about him.
“You came.”
“Yes… But why do you look like that?”
“Why, you ask.”
Tsk. The Paewang clicked his tongue sharply.
“Because of you.”
“Me? What did I do?”
Had I been entangled with the Paewang recently? No, I hadn’t. I’d been occupied with matters concerning the Demonic Sect for the past few days. There was nothing I’d done involving the Paewang.
“What could I have possibly done…”
“It’s not what you did, but rather the matter of being a League Leader candidate has become somewhat troublesome.”
“How could that be troublesome?”
“It is. Why wouldn’t it be?”
The Paewang looked at me as if I should have known better.
“Rising as a League Leader candidate ultimately means we must evaluate whether you’re a suitable person for the League Leader’s responsibilities. As a result, the old guard of the Alliance inevitably becomes bothersome.”
“…I see.”
Becoming bothersome, then.
‘I never experienced anything like that.’
They’d nominated me as a candidate, yet I’d never faced particular interference or demands.
‘Ah.’
Recalling this, I grasped something.
‘This…’
Perhaps they never intended to truly nominate me as a candidate? Or else.
‘The upper echelons of the Alliance likely didn’t bother because the probability was low anyway.’
If not that, then.
‘Cheon Rijin-an and Shin Chang might have been blocking it.’
The second reason seemed most probable to me.
‘Even if I rose as a candidate, the probability of me actually becoming League Leader approaches zero.’
The upper ranks didn’t need to lift a finger?
‘And yet I brought the Paewang into this…’
It meant they’d begun moving belatedly.
“I apologize for the trouble.”
By that logic, it was indeed my fault. I nodded in understanding.
“Good that you understand. So, did things go well?”
“…It’s hard to say things went well. More or less?”
“Tch… The world has certainly changed much.”
The Paewang chuckled lowly and took a sip of tea before him.
“The Demonic Sect entering the Martial Arts Alliance with such confidence and making an accord… Yoo Cheon-gil. If that man had seen this, how much would he have laughed?”
Whether it was sarcasm, mockery, or perhaps merely lamentation.
The words that fell from Paewang’s lips carried a complex blend of emotions.
“Does it trouble you?”
“Not particularly.”
At my response, Paewang shook his head. A martial artist of Celestial Demon caliber. Since he was the Paewang who had fought in the war and earned merit, I wondered if he might harbor concerns about the Demonic Sect’s affairs, but he seemed resolute about it.
“It’s already slipped from my grasp. That happened when the war ended. I don’t view them favorably, but I don’t concern myself with them.”
“…Is that so?”
They were people who committed sins wherever they went. It was remarkable that the Paewang, who had even fought a war witnessing such people, remained unmoved.
Then.
“Geomseong’s Predecessor.”
Paewang looked at me with a grave expression.
“Yes.”
“What do you see as the difference between the Demonic Sect and the Alliance?”
“…Pardon?”
The difference between the Demonic Sect and the Alliance?
“Well, there are so many differences between them.”
Weren’t they different in every conceivable way? If we were to enumerate the differences, there would be no end to it. That’s why Paewang’s question didn’t make sense to me.
Perhaps sensing my confusion, Paewang spoke.
“When you look at individual trees, they appear different, but when you view the forest as a whole, they’re not so very different. If we’re to discuss differences…. Yes.”
Negative emotions flickered in Paewang’s eyes.
“Who is more honest. That would be the proper way to see it.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Whether we speak of sins or convictions, the difference between the Demonic Sect and the Alliance is not great. Do you believe the Orthodox Sects are clean?”
“….”
I couldn’t answer. The thought that they weren’t arose within me. However, this was my perspective, gained from experiencing a previous life and accumulating all manner of experiences.
‘From the perspective of those in the Central Plains.’
The Orthodox Sects were absolute good.
The Demonic Sect and heterodox sects were absolute evil. Yet the words of Paewang, a master of the Orthodox Sects, were as if.
“I don’t believe that to be true.”
He was shattering such common sense.
“No pristine blank slate exists. Eventually, stains are bound to accumulate and things become murky. The Alliance is no different.”
“Senior. Ultimately, isn’t that statement…somewhat dangerous?”
“Haha. Dangerous?”
Paewang laughed.
“Then I too must be murky.”
“…Paewang.”
“In any case, that’s the crux of it.”
Tap, tap, tap. Paewang found his laughter again and tapped the table.
“Don’t view the Orthodox Sects and Demonic Sect as too different, and don’t trust the Orthodox Sects too much. There’s nothing that will corrupt you more than that.”
“….”
I nodded slightly at what sounded like both advice and warning. This was something I didn’t need to worry about.
‘I.’
I had never trusted the League in the first place.

* * *
I emerged from the Paewang’s quarters. Before leaving, he had discussed the schedule—once this matter was resolved, I would need to visit the Muk Clan.
The binding around my arm alone made it seem necessary to go to the Muk Clan. But the problem was.
‘I need to stop by the Bangga first.’
I had to visit Yoryeong to address one issue with my body before proceeding. I had agreed to discuss this part with the Paewang later.
By the order of prior commitments, the Muk Clan should come first.
‘But there are League-side matters now.’
There were things that had arisen because of that Young Master’s appearance, and several other concerns weighed on my mind. Today, I intended to investigate one of these matters.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled and headed somewhere. The stables. The horses watched me pass. I walked, ignoring their somewhat burdensome gazes.
I was looking for the Sword Emperor. If it was him, he would be here. That was my thought in coming.
“What brings you here.”
“….”
I flinched. A voice had come from directly behind me.
I hadn’t noticed his approach. I turned carefully to look back, and there stood the Sword Emperor.
“This isn’t your training day.”
Not a day for cultivation. I nodded at his words.
“Yes, that’s correct. I simply had some business with you, Sword Emperor.”
“What business.”
The Sword Emperor asked me with a questioning gaze. Meeting his eyes, I spoke as calmly as I could.
“Sword Emperor.”
“Speak.”
“By chance.”
And then.
“Do you know anything about Amjeon….”
“…Amjeon?”
I immediately regretted it. The moment I asked about Amjeon.
“Why are you asking about that.”
A murderous killing intent began to spread across the Sword Emperor’s eyes.

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