The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 519

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 519
Four days had passed. Time flowed rather swiftly.
The Martial Arts Alliance was steadily preparing for the assembly hall, and the bustling sounds grew increasingly thick with activity.
Around that time, we too finished our preparations to depart for Shin Gang.
Two carriages in total. Not a large number. Since we needed to move quietly from the start, it seemed we hadn’t prepared on a grand scale.
The personnel remained as we had recruited before.
Peng Dojun had joined, but I hadn’t excluded Yoo Yeon.
‘Dangerous though it may be.’
I judged it best to bring her along. After all, I had come to understand that I could control the Heavenly Killing Star.
When everyone we had assembled arrived and was looking at the carriages.
“By the way, what about Miss Peng?”
I asked Peng Dojun, who stood beside me.
“Hm? My sister?”
“Yes. We can’t take her with us, can we? Doesn’t she need treatment?”
“Well, that’s settled. We’ve decided to receive help from the Alliance for now.”
“From the Alliance? You were so worried before, but now it’s alright to leave her in someone else’s hands?”
When he couldn’t treat her, he fussed about it so much, yet now he could leave her behind so casually? At those words, Peng Dojun scratched his cheek slightly.
“Didn’t you say it would be fine?”
“Pardon?”
“Our friend from the Bangseong clan said it would be fine, so I figured it would be.”
“Is that something you can believe so easily?”
“Then, is it not fine?”
“No, well.”
It should be fine. Just not for a lifetime. That’s why I kept negotiating with that deity to make it fine.
Since I’ve managed things one way or another, it should be alright, but trusting so simply like this felt somewhat awkward.
What if something else happens.
While that trust felt quite heavy on one hand.
“So. We’re heading to Shin Gang now, is that it?”
Peng Dojun was remarkably composed. Only the interest in his eyes revealed his emotions.
He wanted to go to Shin Gang immediately. That attitude was particularly intense.
‘As for the others.’
Dok-ryong, who now naturally examined the carriage, or Woon-ryong, whose worry was as heavy as Taesan.
And.
‘Even Yoo Yeon, who is equally composed on this end.’
Yoo Yeon seemed to have no particular thoughts. Unlike Peng Dojun, she didn’t seem to find anything interesting, nor did she appear to be thinking about anything in particular.
Simply serene. A feeling like rippling water.
Always Yoo Yeon. When I looked at her.
“All preparations are complete.”
The departure preparations were finished. As soon as I heard, I tried to board the carriage when someone came looking for us.
“You’re leaving?”
“Scholar, I pay my respects.”
The disciples all appeared before the figure Cheon Rijin-an, offering proper courtesy. He raised his hand slightly to acknowledge their bows.
“You’re departing early. I thought you wouldn’t leave until noon.”
“It’s more convenient to travel quickly. But it’s still early—why have you come out?”
“I felt I should at least see you off.”
“Are you worried?”
I spoke with a slight smirk, intending it as a jest.
“Yes.”
“….”
Cheon Rijin-an surprisingly affirmed it outright, his gaze serious. I felt considerably embarrassed because of it.
I hadn’t expected him to answer so straightforwardly.
“Ah…. I see. Thank you for your concern.”
“If possible, I would have preferred you not go, but regrettably, that is not an option.”
“…You said yourself there’s no one else to go in my place.”
“Precisely. How troublesome that there’s no one to substitute for this task.”
He chuckled softly, a note of regret evident in the sound.
“Travel safely.”
“Yes.”
Who else could I bring as additional personnel? For reference, Sochul Daeju was unable to participate this time.
‘…I apologize. An urgent matter has come down from headquarters.’
Internal affairs of the Cheongwol Sect.
Though Sochul Daeju had originally been attending as a guard, he was unable to join this schedule.
The way he reacted meant one thing.
‘It must be an order from Wol Seon-geom.’
The Cheongwol Sect Leader. His command was unmistakable.
There was no way Sochul Daeju would move so urgently otherwise.
‘And in any case.’
Even if Sochul Daeju couldn’t attend, it wouldn’t be a problem. The Demonic Sect side likely didn’t want him there either, so they probably blocked it from the start.
‘So if I was going anyway.’
I needed to bring an inconspicuous guard.
I had already identified such a person in my mind.
My gaze turned toward the coachman of another carriage—not Dok-ryong, but someone else driving a carriage.
‘…The Sword Emperor.’
The Sword Emperor was accompanying us to the Demonic Sect. I thought he wouldn’t go, saying he had other matters, but he conveyed that he would participate in this trip to Shin Chang.
Was it a request from Cheon Rijin-an? Or a transaction?
Probably something like that.
‘So then.’
Just as I thought the personnel were all accounted for, I glanced to the side. Someone else was approaching. I wasn’t the only one who reacted to it.
“Aha. Well, well. Quite the fierce aura.”
Peng Dojun laughed roughly. He must have sensed it too. The other disciples felt it as well.
The martial artists of the Alliance guarding Cheon Rijin-an flinched and placed their hands on their sword hilts.
The figure that appeared was none other than the Young Master. He revealed crimson eyes as he approached me.
“What is it?”
When I asked indifferently, the Young Master spoke with a smile.
“I thought I should see off a friend embarking on a long journey.”
“That’s kind of you to say.”
Since when had he been so concerned and close? The absurdity of it made me laugh.
His true purpose lay elsewhere.
“Just tell me the real reason. I need to leave soon.”
“You’ll be heading to Shin Chang, and it won’t be easy to enter without guidance, so I thought I’d provide a guide.”
“A guide?”
At those words, someone stepped forward. Though their face was completely concealed, I sensed I knew their identity.
‘It’s Mee Yeon-hwa.’
That woman from the orthodox faction who had devoted herself to the Demonic Sect and remarkably become one of the Eight Demon Fists.
“Her alias is Sword Severer. She’s the one who took the place of the Sword Demon that our faction’s friend cut down. Her skills are exceptional.”
The Young Master tapped Mee Yeon-hwa lightly as he continued.
“Use her as you would a subordinate. There’s no reason to be concerned.”
“You’re telling me to take a Demon with me?”
It was Cheon Rijin-an who responded to those words.
“This wasn’t part of our agreement.”
Displeasure filled his expression. He looked ready to lose his temper at any moment. Seeing this, the Young Master raised the corners of his mouth and spoke.
“It wasn’t in the agreement, but I’d appreciate it if you’d consider it a courtesy on our part.”
“Courtesy? That’s nonsense. Are you saying you want me to move about with a Demon because you’re planning something?”
“I’m not planning anything. I’ve given explicit orders against it.”
“And you expect me to believe that…!”
“Scholar.”
I stepped in to stop Cheon Rijin-an. He flinched at my action and closed his mouth.
“It’s fine. What he says makes sense.”
“…What?”
“We need a guide, and it’s true we’ll need one when we reach the other side. Let me take her with me.”
“…You…”
Cheon Rijin-an’s brow furrowed. He surely understood the flaw in my words.
There was no way he didn’t grasp what it meant to take her along.
Yet I was saying I’d take her anyway?
Cheon Rijin-an’s expression showed confusion for a moment.
“…”
But soon enough, his expression softened.
“Do as you wish.”
Seeing that, I understood. Fortunately, Cheon Rijin-an had grasped that I had an intention behind this.
“I appreciate your permission.”
After offering a proper bow, I turned around and looked back toward the Young Master’s direction. Or was it Jeol Ma, as she was called? I spoke while gazing in her direction.
“I’m in your care. You are Jeol Ma, correct?”
[….]
Jeol Ma gave no response, but I could easily imagine what reaction she was displaying beneath that inverted robe.
“Hmm.”
The Young Master showed bewilderment at my reaction. He probably hadn’t expected me to agree so readily.
With this, the man could sense that I had some hidden intention, but it didn’t matter to me.
He wouldn’t be in a position to concern himself with such things right now.
‘He’ll be too preoccupied thinking about Dou Wuchun.’
The rumor about someone impersonating the Celestial Demon. While he was occupied unraveling that mystery, understanding my intentions would take considerably longer. Assigning Mee Yeon-hwa, who was Jeol Ma, was ostensibly under the guise of consideration, but truly a hidden surveillance.
The reason I accepted it despite seeing through this was simple.
‘It’s convenient that it’s Mee Yeon-hwa.’
I was already pondering how to deal with her anyway, so how fortunate that she presented herself directly like this.
“Since we’re prepared, shall we depart?”
I readied the boarding of the carriage. Once everyone was inside, Dok-ryong and the Sword Emperor headed toward the driver’s seat.
Seeing those who had boarded inside, I immediately poked my head out the window.
Jeol Ma appeared to be riding atop the carriage, as she wasn’t visible inside.
“Then, I’ll be going.”
I waved my hand as I spoke. Cheon Rijin-an simply turned away without a word upon seeing it.
The carriage began moving.
‘Shin Kang, is it.’
So now we’re even heading to the Demonic Sect.
Feeling a subtle tension, I swallowed a sigh internally.
Uuuung.
The Divine Sword vibrated. That sensation felt as though the Celestial Demon was laughing, which irritated me considerably.

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“They’ve departed.”
Shin Chang gazes from the League Leader’s chamber toward something in the distance. A carriage slowly receding. It carried the disciples who had gathered after leaving Shingang.
“Are you certain it’s wise to let them go like that?”
Someone standing behind Shin Chang responds to his question.
“It should be fine.”
A cold-featured man of middle years sipping tea.
Cheonwol Munchu Wol Seon-geom. He had left the Cheongwol Sect and arrived at the Alliance.
“He’ll handle it without incident. He’s a clever one, after all.”
“Your conviction is unwavering.”
Shin Chang expresses bewilderment at Wol Seon-geom’s response. He had never witnessed such a reaction from him before.
It was a demeanor he never showed even to his own son, yet here he was displaying it toward Bangseong-yeon. It was remarkable.
“That matter is settled.”
He sets down his teacup with a soft clink. Immediately after, Wol Seon-geom speaks with a hardened expression.
“Then tell me about what happened in Sichuan.”
….
The air feels sharply taut. Wol Seon-geom’s momentum distorts the very void around him.
There is only one reason for this.
“What has become of my daughter?”
Wol Muhui Cheonhye-in.
Wol Seon-geom’s daughter had gone missing in Sichuan. And what’s more—
“It appears Patcheon Gung has made a move.”
….
Due to Patcheon Gung’s actions. At those words, Wol Seon-geom’s eyes grow impossibly rigid.
Kuuuuuung—!!! The air trembles as if being torn asunder. Shin Chang witnesses this and swallows hard.
Shin Chang is reminded by that aura.
‘The Cheonwol Munchu—’
Might be stronger than the Celestial Demons currently active.

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