The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 543

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 543
Divine Sight is literally the eye that perceives ghosts. There’s nothing more to say about it. It’s simple and straightforward.
However.
Possessing Divine Sight also meant, in other words, that one could possess and sense spiritual energy.
The ability to detect this more acutely, and to perceive it with exquisite delicacy and clarity—a power refined to its finest degree.
For a Shaman, it was a remarkable talent, and if one did work like mine, it was an essential power to some degree.
Generally, those who possessed Divine Sight were rare.
Some could only sense it, others could only see it without feeling it.
Those who could do both and even control it were precious and exceedingly rare.
Looking at it that way.
‘That man.’
This fellow called Yean resembled me in several respects.
‘To what extent?’
I didn’t know how far he could go, but the subtle flow of yin energy he carried was extraordinary.
The problem was.
‘He doesn’t seem able to hide it completely.’
He couldn’t confine it within his soul to avoid detection. Or perhaps.
‘He had no need to.’
Since there was no reason to hide it, he simply didn’t bother.
From my perspective, the latter seemed like the correct answer.
‘What does it matter if he possesses Divine Sight here, or even controls spiritual energy?’
I could judge its significance. If not for my past life, I wouldn’t have bothered with such things either.
‘This man.’
Didn’t seem to have such experience. Either way, it didn’t matter.
‘So then.’
He wasn’t someone worth my concern.
‘The real problem….’
If I had to name the greatest problem here.
‘That man.’
Bore the traces of Patcheon Gung in his aura.
I narrowed my eyes, observing this fellow Yean.
This bastard.
‘A dog of Patcheon Gung.’
A cur within the Demonic Sect.
I had found him.

* * *
I followed the guide, though this time we weren’t heading to my quarters. Apparently, they were showing me what the Demonic Sect needed.
It seemed to be part of a joint training session with the Disciples of the Divine Sect that would happen soon.
“This is the Demon’s Chamber. It’s a space for disciples to enter seclusion or cultivate their qi,” Yean explained.
I glanced around the modest area. Iron doors were fitted to each chamber.
The energy between the outside and inside seemed completely sealed off.
A space for seclusion? If I looked at it the wrong way, it could easily pass for a prison.
“It appears all the chambers are occupied.”
“Yes, that’s correct. It’s always a popular place.”
We didn’t exchange further pleasantries. It was just standard guidance about a training hall—nothing worth asking about.
After that, we entered an area where more people were visible.
“This is the Demon Heaven Hall.”
The Demon Heaven Hall. Quite different from the Demon’s Chamber. Here I could see a different type of person.
They all wore identical martial robes and carried texts for their training. Venturing further, there was a sparring ground.
I could judge it as a space for exchange and interaction.
‘It’s more respectable than I expected.’
I’d thought the Divine Sect would be constantly learning assassination techniques, but it seemed like any other place where people lived. Whether this was genuine or merely for show, I couldn’t say.
At least from what I could see, there was nothing obviously wrong.
Only—
‘The stares are irritating.’
I felt eyes on me with every step I took.
A barrage of sharp gazes. Some watched subtly, while others stared openly.
Irritated by this, Paeng Dojin grinned wickedly and tensed his body.
Zzzt.
As if catching the incoming stares, he released his aura in a sharp wave.
“…!”
I saw people flinch from all directions, startled by Paeng Dojin’s energy.
“…Was that really necessary?” I shook my head as I spoke.
Paeng Dojin looked at me and replied, “What’s the harm? They started staring first.”
“Just leave it. They’re probably just curious.”
“That so? I suppose I am rather handsome.”
“Your conscience is dead.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The interjection came from Dang Cheon-il. Paeng Dojin growled at the remark, but Dang Cheon-il seemed uninterested and simply averted his gaze.
“My apologies,” Yean offered on their behalf.
“It seems the disciples are quite curious about the righteous sect members visiting. That’s why the others are showing such interest.”
“That’s understandable. We’re not so different ourselves.”
It wasn’t unlike the reaction everyone had shown when the Young Master visited the righteous sect. The only difference was that these stares were sharper.
“That’s possible. We’re not really any different, after all.”
When the young sect leader arrived at the orthodox faction, the reactions were not much different from what everyone had shown before. If there was any difference, it was that their gazes were somewhat sharper.
“Thank you for understanding.”
“Think nothing of it. So next, where shall we—”
A question was forming on my lips when something pricked at my senses.
A sharp tingle.
“….”
I turned my gaze toward a gathering of people. Among them, I felt something briefly grate against my awareness.
‘What is that?’
I tilted my head, peering in that direction to discern what it was.
“Oh, you felt it too?”
“My goodness, really?”
A cluster of three or four people, and voices emerged from within their circle.
“Fascinating. I never expected you to sense it. So you’re not just some nobody, are you?”
Eyes blazing with savage intensity, black hair falling in wild disarray.
There stood a young man who looked every bit the type with a foul temperament.
He resembled Dang Cheon-il. Which is to say, his expression was utterly disagreeable.
“…Gyoyeon.”
Yean frowned upon seeing him. Gyoyeon? It seemed that must be this young man’s name.
“He is an honored guest of our sect. I trust you’ll mind your manners.”
“Heheheh.”
At Yean’s words, the one called Gyoyeon approached me. He was taller than I’d expected—perhaps just slightly shorter than Paeng Dojin?
“Manners? What did I do? I was merely showing proper courtesy befitting a guest, was I not?”
“Does one show courtesy by projecting their aura?”
“This is how the Divine Sect welcomes others. A blessing you rule-followers wouldn’t understand.”
“….”
Yean’s expression darkened further. It was clear without words that the two of them were at odds.
“Ah. Why did Master entrust such an important task to you? Had it been me, I would have shown our guest a far more entertaining and spirited welcome. Don’t you agree?”
A tap.
He placed his hand upon my shoulder.
“What do you say? Wouldn’t it be better to receive my guidance instead of that fool’s?”
I felt pressure from the hand that had landed on me. This wretch was subtly channeling his aura.
Observing this clearly, I reached out and brushed his hand away.
A light flick.
“Huh?”
Gyoyeon’s eyes widened at how easily his hand was displaced.
There was a look of intrigue in his gaze.
“It’s quite alright. There is already someone who wishes to guide me. I have no need for further assistance.”
“…Oho?”
“And besides, I didn’t find your conduct particularly rude.”
I spoke while regarding him.
“It wasn’t dangerous or bothersome enough to warrant such a judgment.”
“…What?”
What you fired was such feeble power it wasn’t even worth my attention.
As I explained this, Gyoyeon’s expression crumpled in an instant.
“No, no. Please don’t worry about it.”
I smiled slightly and continued, then Paeng Dojin burst out laughing from behind.
“Hahaha! Ah, as expected… you’re the best.”
“What are you talking about?”
I played ignorant. But this bastard scratched first—why should I sit still?
“Wow. You look like a scholar, but you’ve got some spirit? So you’re not just a parasite after all?”
His hand moved again, reaching toward my body.
‘What is that?’
The energy gathering at his fingertips was strange. It was a crimson aura, but something about it felt unsettling.
As I was observing it.
“Older brother.”
Someone approached Gyoyeon and linked arms with him. She was a woman with fierce, sharp eyes.
Yet, I could tell she was beautiful.
“Don’t do that. On such a good day.”
“…Hyoyeonri.”
“This guest was brought here by Yean older brother. If you act like this here… it makes me sad.”
Her smile was enchanting. The beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to emphasize its allure even more.
Then the woman’s gaze turned toward me.
“Hello? I’m Hyoyeonri.”
“Bangseong-yeon.”
Hyoyeonri. She didn’t seem to be blood-related to that man Gyoyeon.
‘What about her?’
Looking at her, something felt unsettling and my chest stirred uncomfortably. Ah, I see.
‘Peach blossom fate.’
Observing the woman, I sensed she possessed abundant peach blossom fate. It was a good talent for a woman, but she was certainly a troublesome presence.
Those born with such strong fate always suffer from romantic entanglements.
And when they exploit it.
‘They bring about their own destruction.’
In my past life, there was a woman like that.
A demon-like woman who pestered and tormented me relentlessly, only to eventually collapse on her own.
‘This one is similar to that one.’
I should avoid association with her if possible.
With that thought, I turned away.
“…What are you all doing?”
“….”
“Huh? No….”
“Mm….”
Dok-ryong, Woon-ryong, and Paeng Dojin were all staring intently at the woman named Hyoyeonri, unable to tear their eyes away.
Crazy men, the lot of them.
“Come to your senses…”
Yoo Yeon, being a woman, seemed disinterested from the start, but looking at those three men, she wore a slightly contemptuous expression.
Clap! Clap!
After I clapped a couple of times, the men’s gazes returned to me.
“Well then. Shall we go? It seems our business here is finished.”
“Pardon? Ah, yes… Of course.”
Yean looked at me with curious eyes. Then he promptly began to guide us out.

* * *
“Ha. That bastard…”
Shortly after the men from the Orthodox Sect had left. Gyoyeon growled, recalling what had just transpired.
He’d been looking forward to seeing the disciples that the other side had sent.
But after seeing them, there was some disappointment.
One man with an unlucky appearance.
One man with a vacant expression.
One beautiful woman whose thoughts remained inscrutable.
And.
‘That large fellow.’
The black-haired, large man. He thought that one was somewhat capable. His skill in controlling his momentum and his proficiency with external martial arts were exceptional.
It would be interesting to fight him. That’s what he thought.
‘But what about that one?’
What about the one at the very front?
He looked like a sickly older brother, and aside from his considerable height, he seemed frail beyond measure.
‘Brushed aside?’
The man had casually deflected his energy-infused hand and even ignored him.
‘Arrogant bastard.’
What had he said? That it didn’t even warrant his attention? Irritated by those words, he’d tried to give him a taste of humiliation.
‘If only Hyo hadn’t stepped in.’
The beauty clinging to his side.
Hyoyeonri. Had it not been for this divine maiden, called the peerless beauty of the Divine Sect, that man would have been rolling on the ground.
‘Consider yourself fortunate.’
Gyoyeon was thinking that next time they met, he wouldn’t let the man off so easily.
‘Hmm.’
Hyoyeonri, arm-in-arm with Gyoyeon, recalled the young man passing in the distance.
‘Interesting.’
She had discovered something curious.
A man who paid her no attention whatsoever.
Handsome though he was, this was something different entirely.
‘Not interested in me?’
My pride was slightly wounded.
Which only piqued my curiosity further.
‘Then I’ll have to make him fall for me.’
Any decent man had to be placed beneath my feet without exception.
Whoever he might be.

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