The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 518

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 518
“I have a favor to ask-”
The Young Master regards me with an intrigued gaze. He hadn’t expected me to say such a thing.
“Yes, a favor.”
“What sort of favor?”
“Will you hear me out?”
“I’ll consider it, but this is fascinating. Our chamber’s companion has a request for me? How intriguing.”
A glint of amusement hides behind his eyes. I’ve felt it before, but the aura emanating from this man seems to grow stronger each time.
It is cold and sharp. Can killing intent be so relentless? It never ceases to astonish me.
“You told me to meet with some people before.”
“I did.”
“Well, I have something I need on my end as well.”
“…What do you mean?”
“Find me a person.”
“A person?”
The Young Master narrows his eyes. His expression suggests he finds the request absurd.
Who could I be asking him to find?
Seeing his curiosity, I explained.
“It won’t be a bad thing for you either.”
“Who exactly?”
“I’ve heard there’s someone impersonating the Celestial Demon recently.”
“….”
The Young Master stiffens at my words.
I can sense him suppressing his reaction, but it’s already too late.
“…Daring to impersonate the Celestial Demon…?”
“Interesting, isn’t it?”
“Where did you hear this information?”
“Ah, I can’t really reveal my sources… but regarding this matter, I need to find this person. If it concerns the Celestial Demon, then the Cheongwol Sect can’t simply remain idle.”
I mentioned the Cheongwol Sect. This implicitly suggested that the Cheongwol Sect stood behind me.
Well, truthfully, what other backing could I possibly have?
At my words, the Young Master’s brow furrows.
“This is strange. If that were the case, you wouldn’t be asking me, would you?”
The very fact that I mention the Celestial Demon’s impersonation before him raises questions.
Especially for him.
‘Since we’ve already met anyway.’
Recalling how the Celestial Demon borrowed my body to appear, I bring this up at this moment.
‘I’ve just placed myself under suspicion in his mind.’
I know this is quite dangerous. There was no need to mention this deliberately.
Yet I did.
[Why did I?]
The Celestial Demon asked with a puzzled expression, as if seeing this as an unnecessary task.
‘Rather, it must be done.’
Leaving it alone would be worse than stirring things up. This was something I needed to handle before departing for Shenjiang.
“If it concerns the Celestial Demon, wouldn’t it be better to inform the Demonic Sect? They’d have more information than we would.”
“That’s a ridiculous suggestion. We don’t even know how to handle it, and we’re not allies—doesn’t it strike you as strange too?”
“Well, that’s….”
I spoke to the man with a smile.
“Isn’t what you did for me the same thing?”
“….”
“You showed your hand first, so I’m simply reciprocating in kind.”
“Reciprocating…?”
The Young Master laughed as if amused by my words.
“Well said. Yes, reciprocating—I like that. So what would you have me do?”
“There’s talk coming from the Guangxi region. I’d appreciate it if you could search for a certain figure there.”
“…Guangxi?”
The Young Master’s head tilted at this unexpectedly specific location.
“An unexpected region. Is this about someone impersonating the Celestial Demon in that area…?”
“I wouldn’t know. Only that the source of the rumor originates from there.”
“So. You want me to find whoever is impersonating the Celestial Demon in Guangxi?”
“No. Asking you to find them wouldn’t guarantee they’d be found anyway.”
“Then?”
The Young Master spoke as if utterly confused, so I provided the answer.
“Go to Guangxi and find just one person for me.”
“…Isn’t that what you just said.”
“No, not that. Not the imposter claiming to be the Celestial Demon, but the person who started the rumor.”
“…What?”
The person who spread the rumor?
“His name is Dou Wuchun. Find him.”
“You even know his name.”
“I’ve done some searching myself.”
“…Dou Wuchun. Is this man the one who said the Celestial Demon exists?”
“To be precise, it’s not that the Celestial Demon exists.”
I stared directly at the man and spoke.
“He’s the one who said that the person with the qualifications to be the Celestial Demon is not the current Young Master.”
Krrrrrrgh—!
At those words, killing intent flowed from the Young Master’s body. It was a force tinged with the unique murderous aura of the Heavenly Slaughter technique.
“Interesting words indeed.”
A cold and murky gaze fixed upon empty space. The blade’s edge hung sharp as if pressing down upon the very fabric of existence. Though he had not drawn his sword, I felt its presence emanating from him.
‘As expected.’
Witnessing this, I understood.
‘This bastard. He was holding back his strength during our last fight.’
I realized he wasn’t fighting at full power. Both he and I already knew this fact, but confirming it with certainty was what mattered.
“I’m not unaware that you have some intention behind this.”
The Young Master laughs. Even more chillingly than before.
“It does irritate me somewhat, but since you’ve also stepped forward with your own agenda, I’ll indulge you.”
“That’s quite generous of you.”
“Dou Wuchun of Guangxi. I’ll remember that. However.”
Kiiing.
The blade trembled, and Daeju beside me reacted to that murderous intent. The situation could have escalated into a confrontation. I raise my hand to stop Daeju.
There’s no need. That man has a thinking head on his shoulders, so he wouldn’t recklessly strike here.
As if to prove it, not long after, he gradually diminished his aura.
“If anything strange is discovered there… it won’t end well. Are you certain about this?”
“What could possibly be discovered as strange? I’m merely conveying information.”
“…Very well. Do it that way.”
The Young Master nods in response to that answer.
“I’ll search and verify while you’re away. That should work, yes?”
“That’s an answer I like.”
Creak. I rise to my feet. I’ve scattered information about Dou Wuchun and planted an impression in his mind. That’s sufficient.
I turn and leave.
“…Are you alright, sir?”
Daeju asks with concern, and I let out a small laugh.
“Yes. There’s nothing unusual about it.”
I move forward. No one blocks my path.
Not the Marin around us, nor the Young Master. He must have issued orders to stand down.
“I need to visit Scholar for a moment.”
I whisper to Daeju as I pass. The moment my next destination is decided.

* * *
“What is it?”
I’ve come to see Cheon Rijin-an. He regards me with suspicion, having arrived so suddenly.
“I have a favor to ask of you.”
“A favor? Suddenly?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of favor?”
“Would you handle one matter regarding Guangxi?”
“…What?”
Cheon Rijin-an’s eyes widen.

* * *
After exchanging a few words with Cheon Rijin-an, I stepped outside. What I did next was head to the heart of the Martial Arts Alliance and gather some personnel.
Not long after the assembly concluded, people had gathered. There was something distinctly different about everyone’s expressions.
“…What is this sudden matter?”
The first to ask was Dok-ryong, who looked utterly exhausted. His face was that of someone on the verge of collapse from fatigue. And rightfully so.
‘It seems things aren’t going well.’
I had assigned him training. He’d nearly grasped the essence of Manceon Hwau and was now preparing for the final stages.
Beyond that, he was also participating in the physical cultivation I myself practiced. No wonder he was exhausted.
And then.
“…What is this now….”
There was also Woon-ryong with a troubled expression. After that, I gathered Peng Dojun and Yoo Yeon. Once I confirmed everyone was present, I spoke.
“These are all the people going to Shenjiang.”
“…!”
Everyone flinched at the mention of Shenjiang.
“I… well….”
Woon-ryong raised his hand as if to object, but I silenced him. There was no time to spare.
“You’ve already made up your minds to go, so let’s simply depart.”
“Yes…?”
“We leave in four days. I’ve heard there’s nothing particularly to prepare… so let’s each handle what we need.”
The explanation was brief. Apparently there really wasn’t much to prepare. I’d looked into it myself.
‘A sword and one’s body.’
If anything was needed, it would be just that.
At that moment, Dok-ryong cautiously raised his hand.
“What will we be doing once we arrive…?”
“It shouldn’t differ much from the gatherings held here. In other words, we’d be participating in the Demonic Sect’s disciples training program… or something like that. I suspect they’ll assign us tasks once we’re there.”
“You mean we’re joining the Demonic Sect’s educational methods?”
Discomfort appeared on his face. Well, they were righteous faction members—of course they’d all react this way when told they were going to the Demonic Sect to do something.
“…Well, they’re participating too, after all.”
“Even so, that doesn’t change anything. The Demonic Sect’s affairs….”
“It’s not a bad thing.”
Peng Dojun cut in with his response.
“We get to see just how strong those bastards are. It’s a decent opportunity. Four days? I think we should leave even earlier.”
This man had refused to go before, but now that it was possible, he seemed more excited than anyone.
Truly a madman. Of all things, he’s looking forward to going to the Demonic Sect? What kind of situation is this?
I let out a quiet sigh.
“I can’t move it up any sooner. Four days is the best we can do.”
The departure timing, coordination with the Demonic Sect, and the schedule considering our safety—all of it was carefully planned.
We could delay, but moving it up faster wasn’t feasible.
Personnel arrangements also needed to be made.
‘Each of them will need to contact their respective sects and obtain permission.’
To be honest, it wasn’t so much permission as it was notification.
The justification was sound enough. Elite forces selected from the righteous sects and noble families were heading to the Demonic Sect as an envoy.
From the perspective of noble families and prestigious clans, it was an exceptionally important matter. Especially for direct bloodline members—it was something they would undertake for the sake of their reputation.
‘Separate from that, though.’
The danger remained the same regardless. Unlike seeking permission, I understood the inconvenience of it all.
Honestly, there was something I didn’t want to do most of all.
‘Damn it.’
How did things come to this? The moment I narrowed my eyes, my divine blade trembled faintly.
[Tsk tsk.]
The Celestial Demon laughed irritatingly.
Curse it. He was probably thinking about destiny or some other nonsense again.
Like some wretched human.
Ah, not even human. A ghost.
“Anyway. We depart in four days. Everyone prepare as needed.”
I finished the notification that wasn’t quite a notification and turned my back.
The others seemed about to react to something, but I paid no mind.
[Clang.]
I quietly placed my hand on my blade.
‘What is this.’
Something had felt off since earlier. I’d finished everything for today.
My chest kept itching.
‘Why is this happening?’
It was a sensation I’d felt since awakening, but it grew stranger after encountering the Young Master just now.
Itching. Scratching doesn’t help.
Something inside kept irritating me. Or perhaps.
‘Something.’
A sensation like wanting to scratch and tear it out?
‘…Unpleasant.’
I clicked my tongue at the irritating sensation.
I wanted to swing my blade. With the itching came an instinct that made me keep touching my sword.
[Tsk tsk tsk.]
The Celestial Demon laughs again.
Every time I feel it, that laugh—as if he knows something—resembles Yoo Cheon-gil.
Which is to say, it’s absolutely infuriating.

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