The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 490

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 490
“A bloodline of Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil has appeared? Someone claiming to be his direct descendant.”
I had to stand there silently at the Branch Leader’s words. What kind of nonsense was this?
A bloodline of Yoo Cheon-gil? And someone claiming to be his descendant?
“What are you talking about?”
“That’s what I’m saying. Don’t you find it strange, Your Highness?”
“…Wait, a direct bloodline? That man had children?”
“Why are you asking me? Shouldn’t you know that, Your Highness?”
How would I know that?
I couldn’t help but laugh dryly. Yoo Cheon-gil had never spoken about his children. I’d never asked about such things either. At least, not that I knew of.
‘There were none.’
Yoo Cheon-gil never left behind any bloodline. He never married and lived his entire life alone until his death.
But now a clan appears?
“That’s bullshit.”
It had to be a baseless rumor and nonsense. As I spoke of it that way, the Branch Leader looked at me with curious eyes.
“Why do you think that? You’re so certain it’s rather interesting.”
“There could be many descendants claiming to be Yoo Cheon-gil’s. Perhaps there could even be a bloodline.”
“Could be?”
“Then it wouldn’t spread through such vague rumors. That man’s martial arts couldn’t possibly go unnoticed.”
“My, my?”
I was certain. Yoo Cheon-gil’s inner cultivation and martial arts were not simply those of the Cheongwol Sect.
Martial arts that Yoo Cheon-gil himself had transformed and modified. This could never be unknown.
‘Just look at what I use.’
It was difficult to call them the same martial arts. His were far more refined, distilled to their essence and evolved.
To use them now and call himself a descendant? That was pure nonsense.
“It’s natural to dismiss it as a rumor. But aren’t you being too dismissive? What if it’s true? You were also just a rumor at first, Your Highness? A rumor none of us believed.”
“That could be true.”
When I first appeared, I was called a fake. So perhaps this man could also be genuine.
“It doesn’t really concern me much.”
I wasn’t particularly bothered by the descendant or bloodline aspect. If there was a problem…
“…You said this man appeared in Sichuan?”
“Why Sichuan?”
“Something bothers me about it.”
Sichuan. That part nagged at me. More precisely, the guardian in Sichuan. The Dang Clan of Sichuan bothered me somewhat.
As I furrowed my brow thinking about what bothered me for no clear reason.
“What could it be? What exactly are you curious about? I’m curious too.”
The Branch Leader approached unnecessarily and spoke to me. How annoying.
“I’m not telling you, so move aside.”
“Don’t be like that and tell me something.”
“Stop making me think about it and get lost.”
I pushed the Branch Leader aside and left. I had to return anyway, and I didn’t need to worry much about Sichuan’s affairs.
The same went for talk of Jeonin or those who came after.
I assessed that information as utterly useless.
Later.
That was only until I heard the news that Cheonhye-in had gone missing in Sichuan.

* * *
Right after the conversation ended, the Moyong Clan’s carriage arrived and picked us up. Inside the carriage were Baekwang, Muyong Youngsoon, and myself.
The other members had apparently already departed, so we set out with only a few people.
The journey was expected to be faster than last time. When silence hung heavy in the carriage, Baekwang suddenly spoke.
“Bang Disciple.”
“Yes, Lord of the Clan.”
I hadn’t been surprised by his call, as I’d anticipated he would speak up soon enough.
Only.
“Patcheon Gung, was it?”
“….”
The main point of Baekwang’s question was somewhat unexpected.
“Those we saw in Hanan before, and those who appeared now.”
“Ah…. Yes. That’s right. The Patcheon-gung Thugs.”
“Do you possess more information about them?”
“I wouldn’t call it information exactly, but I do know a fair amount. However, I’m not certain whether what I have is better quality than what the Moyong Clan currently possesses.”
At my words, Baekwang looked at me. Seeing that gaze, I couldn’t help but flinch inwardly. It was frigid. While Baekwang’s face was always expressionless, I had never seen one quite this cold.
“Could I ask you to share? I will provide any compensation you desire.”
“Suddenly, what is the reason for this—”
“It seems I must eliminate them from this world.”
“….”
His tone was as if he were sweeping trash from the ground. What was truly frightening was that I could sense sincerity in his words.
If it were Baekwang, he could do it. The thought came to me unbidden.
“…I’m uncertain whether what I have will be helpful, but I will prepare it and bring it to you.”
“Thank you.”
“The compensation is unnecessary. You’ve already given me much.”
It concerned Patcheon Gung, after all. I never thought Baekwang would side with them, and if he stepped forward, it would only benefit me.
Moreover, he was someone who had shown me consideration in ways both known and unknown, so it wasn’t difficult for me to offer this much.
‘I’ll need to organize this.’
Since all the information was in my head, I would need to write it out at length—whether in letters or otherwise.
It seemed the nights would be long for a while.

* * *
I returned to Yeolyeong’s domain. There was no time for greetings. Muyong Youngsoon looked utterly drained, her energy completely sapped. Baekwang wasn’t in a state to exchange pleasantries either.
After sending them off, I made my way back to the Moyong estate.
“Where on earth have you been!”
The moment I arrived, our young Gungwi greeted me with those words.
“Food…. You promised to prepare meals!”
“…Didn’t you eat much? I did tell you I’d be away for several days.”
I’d instructed Chongwan to provide adequate meals. This was strange.
At my question, Gungwi ground her teeth and spoke.
“That old man is like an iron wall…. When I said I was a bit hungry at night, he wouldn’t give me anything.”
“…Well, if you ask at night, there’s nothing to give. You should eat properly at dinner—why would you eat at night anyway?”
“I was hungry.”
“…Yes, I see.”
Leaving Gungwi behind, I greeted the others and informed them of the next schedule.
“It seems it’s time we prepared to leave. Get ready.”
I’d obtained everything I came to Yeolyeong for. The ring around my heart was restored, and I’d gathered the information I needed.
There was no reason to delay further. After conveying this, I headed to my quarters.
I then organized the information to give to Baekwang. I had to stay up through the night, but fortunately, as my cultivation level had increased, enduring a day or two posed no problem.

* * *
‘That’s done.’
I finally finished organizing just as the sun rose. After that, I set out with the letter in hand. My destination wasn’t the Moyong estate.
I headed to the academy.
“Brother!”
“Older brother!”
“Ah, good to see you all.”
After greeting the children who welcomed me, I sought out the Dean.
Fortunately, he was inside.
The moment I approached the Dean’s office, a pungent aroma assaulted my nostrils, and I frowned. Did this man have some disease where he’d die if he didn’t have a long pipe in his mouth?
He seemed to handle it so the children wouldn’t be affected, but if the smell reached outside the door, it was already beyond help.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled and raised my hand to knock. Or rather, the moment I was about to knock.
-Come in.
Permission was already granted. I opened the door and entered. As expected, the interior was filled with smoke.
“Couldn’t you at least ventilate? What is this?”
“I just did.”
“…This is what you call ‘just did’?”
Whoooosh.
The Dean—Heavenly Supreme—lowered the long pipe from his mouth. The way he tapped it always looked natural.
“What brings you here? I thought we wouldn’t have business with each other for a while.”
“There’s something I wanted to ask you about.”
“What. Did you leave cargo with the Moyong Clan?”
“….”
Her response made it clear she already knew. This wasn’t particularly surprising either. I’d expected the Grandmother to have figured it out long ago.
“That’s actually what I wanted to ask about. What exactly is that?”
“Why? It looked strange to you?”
“It looked more than strange. Why were you keeping something so inauspicious in the first place, covered in all those talismans?”
The jar plastered with talismans. At the mention of it, the Heavenly Supreme let out a soft chuckle.
“Inauspicious. You’re not wrong.”
“What is it?”
“If it were something I could tell you about, I wouldn’t have hidden it and sent it away like that, would I?”
“…That’s true.”
“Rather, it’s curious. That you’d react this strongly upon seeing it. Do you know what it is?”
“I don’t know. But I can tell it’s no ordinary object. And I’m puzzled why you’re sending it back to the Northern Sea Princess.”
It was strange that someone with poor relations with the Northern Sea would send anything there.
“You told me yourself. If she’s truly of Northern Sea blood, I shouldn’t interfere with how the Princess might act. So why are you sending that object now?”
“There’s no particular reason. It originally belonged there, so I’m simply returning it.”
“Of all times, why now?”
Me, carrying a young girl who might be of Northern Sea blood.
The fact that the Heavenly Supreme took action upon witnessing this.
It seemed odd to me that he would send a Northern Sea object in such circumstances.
As I voiced my suspicion, the Heavenly Supreme stared at me and spoke.
“You’ve got the order wrong. It wasn’t that you moved and then I moved—I was already planning to move when you inserted yourself into the situation.”
“…What do you mean?”
“It’s important. Because you carelessly brought that along, my own affairs were on the verge of becoming troublesome.”
“….”
“You asked what I sent to the Northern Sea.”
The Heavenly Supreme inhaled deeply from his long pipe and looked at me.
“It’s the Princess’s heart.”
“…What? Her heart?”
A human heart? At such a strange statement, I frowned.
Seeing my expression, the Heavenly Supreme sighed and spoke.
“No, not an actual heart…. It’s more like something with that kind of essence.”
“Isn’t that explanation even stranger?”
An object with the essence of a heart. Why would he possess such a thing? And what exactly is an object with the essence of a heart?
As I spoke in bewilderment,
“Do you know of the Eternal Ice in the Northern Sea?”
“…To some extent.”
I know there exists something called the Eternal Ice that maintains the harsh cold of the Northern Sea.
“What I sent is a fragment formed from its source.”
“The Source? Why does the Gungju have that?”
“I was asked to keep it. He requested I hold onto it. When the time came, I simply sent it.”
“…If it was a request. To the Gungju?”
“No.”
At my words, the Heavenly Supreme’s gaze shifts. His eyes brim with irritation.
“Your grandfather.”
“…?”
“Ho Bang-geom. That man’s request.”
“….”
Ho Bang-geom.
Somehow quite a sordid name.
‘It suits our household perfectly.’
Regardless of why my grandfather made such a request.
The thought came to me unbidden.

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