The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign – Chapter 341

Whoosh!

As Bu Eunseol extended his left hand, a torrent of white cold energy surged forth, instantly freezing the charging warriors’ bodies.

Whoosh! Whooosh!

Hovering in midair, Bu Eunseol relentlessly poured out cold energy upon them without pause. 

He had converted all his Ban-geuk Energy into the Heavenly Glacial Secret, unleashing a stream of icy power. Its might was akin to a colossal glacier cascading from the heavens.

“Impossible!” The disciples of the North Sea Ice Palace, witnessing this, gaped in astonishment. “How can an outsider wield our palace’s Ice Thunder Palm?”

Unbeknownst to the disciples, Bu Eunseol had mastered the martial arts of the Glacial Great Emperor. They mistakenly believed he was unleashing the ultimate Ice Thunder Palm, a technique only the palace lord, who had absorbed the thousand-year ice crystal, could perform.

Whoosh! Whooosh!

But soon, the disciples realized something was amiss.

The Heavenly Glacial Secret emanating from Bu Eunseol’s left hand was powered by an astonishing six cycles of internal energy. As it froze dozens of enemies spread across tens of yards in an instant, they understood this was no ordinary Ice Thunder Palm.

Rumble!

As Bu Eunseol froze the armored warriors in a flash, they collapsed to the ground as blocks of ice.

The Heavenly Glacial Secret of the Glacial Great Emperor.

When combined with Bu Eunseol’s formidable internal energy, this ultimate yin technique, said to freeze the heavens, displayed unimaginable power.

Step, step.

As the armored warriors fell in an instant, another group wielding peculiar swords emerged from behind.

At that moment,

Zing.

Bu Eunseol sensed an eerie gaze from dozens of yards away.

Turning his head, he saw a shadow standing tall atop the roof of a distant pavilion.

The figure wore a distinctive reflective mask, and their blazing eyes were visible. Those eyes were so clear and bright that they could be seen distinctly even from such a distance.

‘The descendant of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars.’ Bu Eunseol instinctively knew.

This masked figure was the heir of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars, the mastermind behind all these events.

“Yoo Unryong! Hold them off!” Shouting loudly, Bu Eunseol immediately employed his movement technique, ascending to the top of the pavilion where the masked figure stood.

Swish!

The masked figure on the roof promptly fled outside the North Sea Ice Palace.

Zzt! Boom!

Two streaks of lightning tore through the sky.

The masked figure’s movement technique was as swift as a thunderbolt, yet overly simplistic. It seemed they had no intention of shaking off Bu Eunseol, merely charging in a straight line toward a distant snow-covered mountain.

Thud.

Finally reaching the cliffs of the snow-covered mountain, the masked figure halted their movement technique and stood still.

“You followed well.” As Bu Eunseol had suspected, the masked figure had deliberately lured him here.

Their gaze from atop the pavilion was likely a ploy to draw him out.

Shing.

As Bu Eunseol calmly drew his dark sword, the masked figure smirked.

“Always so confident.” The masked figure’s voice was sinister, though they didn’t seem particularly old. “But I know all your tricks.”

Shing.

The masked figure drew a large sword from their waist.

It was a unique blade, with fine protrusions like scales along its edge.

“Shall we begin?”

Whoosh!

As the masked figure infused internal energy into the sword, its blade began to glow red-hot.

Upon closer inspection, the protrusions on the blade vibrated incessantly. As internal energy was injected, these protrusions, like living scales, fiercely rubbed against each other, heating the blade.

“It’s called the Fire Spirit Blade,” the masked figure said, looking down at the glowing sword, narrowing their eyes.

“An ancient treasure blade, older than your Yeongsasin Sword.”

Bu Eunseol had no interest in entertaining their chatter.

Flash!

He immediately unleashed the Meteor Chasing the Moon Form, a sharp gleam slicing toward the masked figure’s neck.

Clang!

The dark sword clashed with the Fire Spirit Blade.

Astonishingly, Bu Eunseol was pushed back a step.

‘What’s this?’ Unable to hide his surprise, Bu Eunseol raised an eyebrow.

“You’re always confident in your internal energy, aren’t you?” the masked figure said with a low chuckle. “But my clan’s Flame Energy burns away all external forces in an instant, no matter what they are or how strong.”

‘The heir of the Flame Emperor.’

Four hundred years ago, the Flame Emperor wielded the Flame Energy, a martial art that could melt iron and incinerate everything.

This power could even obliterate incoming internal energy in an instant.

‘The martial arts of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars are indeed unique. They diverge from the pinnacle martial arts of today’s martial world.’ Despite hearing of this fearsome ability, a smile crept onto Bu Eunseol’s lips. The Flame Energy, capable of burning away all external forces and internal energy in an instant. 

He felt excitement at the prospect of facing such a novel and formidable power.

Whoosh!

Bu Eunseol instantly unleashed a palm strike infused with cold energy from his left hand.

He had deployed the Ice Thunder Palm through the Heavenly Glacial Secret.

“Seems weaker than before?” However, the overwhelming cold energy he had unleashed before the Ice Crystal Pavilion did not manifest.

Having mastered this technique in just four days, and having exhausted his internal energy to deal with the warriors storming the Ice Crystal Pavilion, the true power of the Heavenly Glacial Secret was not fully shown.

Hiss!

The masked figure swung the Fire Spirit Blade, instantly dissipating the Ice Thunder Palm Bu Eunseol had unleashed.

“The North Sea Ice Palace’s martial arts may counter my clan’s extreme nature… but yours are pathetic.” Anticipating the masked figure’s counterattack, Bu Eunseol closed the distance in an instant.

Flash!

Narrowing the gap, he unleashed the Supreme Heavenly Flow. Simultaneously, sharp energy threads spread like a spiderweb behind him.

He had deployed the Wishful True Binding in an instant.

Hiss!

But an astonishing thing happened.

The Flame Energy from the masked figure’s Fire Spirit Blade obliterated even the Wishful True Binding, which could slice through anything, in an instant.

Swish!

Unfazed, Bu Eunseol unleashed the Dragon Fang Fist with his left hand.

He aimed to pierce the Flame Energy with the Thirteen Guiding Energies, cleaving the masked figure’s body.

“This is your trick.” As the masked figure chaotically swung the Fire Spirit Blade, the force of the Thirteen Guiding Energies vanished like mist in an instant.

Halt.

As Bu Eunseol paused, the masked figure narrowed their eyes.

“I know you possess immense internal energy and use it to wield various martial arts.”

It was astonishing.

The masked figure was aware of Bu Eunseol’s two primary martial arts, the Wishful True Binding and the Thirteen Guiding Energies.

“Show me more tricks! My clan’s Flame Energy will burn them all away!”

Whoosh!

As the masked figure swung the Fire Spirit Blade, dozens of fiery streams surged toward Bu Eunseol.

This was a heaven-shattering power, unstoppable by sword techniques, the Wishful True Binding, or the Thirteen Guiding Energies.

‘Fascinating.’ Watching the Fire Spirit Blade’s flames pour toward him as if to incinerate his body, Bu Eunseol’s eyes sparkled.

The Flame Emperor’s martial arts.

Its formidable Blazing Spirit Energy could burn not only internal energy but also the pinnacle martial arts of both righteous and demonic paths.

It could even obliterate an enemy’s counterattacks in an instant.

‘He didn’t just observe my battle with the Heavenly Sword.’ 

The masked figure had clearly studied not only Bu Eunseol’s duel with the Heavenly Sword but also every trace of his martial arts techniques. 

‘I’ll use that to my advantage.’

Realizing that his martial arts had been studied, Bu Eunseol devised several ways to counter the masked figure.

And he chose the fastest among them.

Click.

Suddenly sheathing his sword, the masked figure sneered coldly.

“Giving up?”

“Let me ask one thing,” Bu Eunseol said calmly. “Do you have the Boeun Coin?”

“Looking for the Divine Mountain Sage?” the masked figure scoffed. “Finding a single coin won’t change anything. It only grants you one wish.”

The unexpected response made Bu Eunseol’s eyebrow twitch.

“You know what I’m looking for.”

“No need to scheme. After today, you’ll be a cold corpse.”

“Quite a talker.” Bu Eunseol beckoned with his hand.

“Come on. Let’s finish this.”

“Arrogant fool.” The masked figure let out a cold snort and raised their energy. “I’ll erase every trace of your existence.”

Whoosh!

Yellow flames erupted around the masked figure’s body.

They were fiercer and yellower than ordinary flames, likely changing color based on the depth of their internal energy.

“Fascinating. Why don’t those flames burn your clothes?” Bu Eunseol asked casually.

The masked figure snorted.

“Die.”

Swish!

The sword strike, imbued with the mighty Flame Energy capable of nullifying any counterattack, was unleashed.

No matter what extraordinary martial arts Bu Eunseol employed or what power he unleashed, he could neither block nor counter it.

The masked figure believed so.

Click.

But in Bu Eunseol’s right hand, a short, pitch-black dagger appeared.

As he drew the dark dagger, dazzling light points began to bloom between him and the masked figure.

The Seven-Finger Demon Blade Bu Zhanyang’s exclusive blade technique.

The first move of the Seven Blood Tears Technique, Life Lodges, Death Returns, was unleashed.

“Not a chance!”

But an astonishing thing happened.

As if fully aware of the Seven Blood Tears Technique, the masked figure fearlessly charged into Bu Eunseol’s body like lightning before the light points could fully manifest.

It was the ultimate counter to the Seven Blood Tears Technique.

Swish!

As the sharp edge of the Fire Spirit Blade softly pierced Bu Eunseol’s chest,

Hiss!

White smoke rose from the area near Bu Eunseol’s chest.

Despite being struck by the Fire Spirit Blade, which obliterated everything, only his clothing melted.

He stood unscathed.

The Heavenly Glacial Secret.

Not only could it unleash powerful icy energy, but it could also freeze one’s body as hard as a thousand-year ice crystal, defending against enemy attacks.

Tap.

A single light point from Bu Eunseol’s dagger passed through the masked figure’s neck.

Thud.

The masked figure dropped the Fire Spirit Blade powerlessly.

“How… did you master the Glacial Great Emperor’s martial arts…?”

Spurt!

At that moment, blood gushed from the masked figure’s neck, and their head separated from their body.

The Seven-Finger Demon Blade Bu Zhanyang’s Seven Blood Tears Technique.

This blade technique was truly demonic. Once unleashed, no one could escape death.

“It’s like wielding the form of death itself.”

This was the honest feeling Bu Eunseol experienced every time he used the Seven Blood Tears Technique.

This blade technique was not merely a sword move; it felt as if he were crafting death itself with his blade, killing the enemy and then storing that death back within himself.

“Your mistake was arrogance, thinking you had fully grasped all my martial arts.” Approaching the fallen masked figure, Bu Eunseol murmured.

He had already deduced that the masked figure had investigated every trace of his martial arts.

Thus, they had likely only studied the counter to the Life Lodges, Death Returns of the Seven Blood Tears Technique.

But they could never know he had mastered the Glacial Great Emperor’s Heavenly Glacial Secret in the North Sea Ice Palace.

Using this, Bu Eunseol employed the Great Ice Crystal technique of the Heavenly Glacial Secret to block the Fire Spirit Blade’s attack and unleashed the Seven Blood Tears Technique as is.

Had this figure been more cautious or less arrogant in facing Bu Eunseol…

Such a swift and complete victory would not have been possible.

‘It was fortunate I only unleashed icy energy with the Heavenly Glacial Secret before the Ice Crystal Pavilion.’ Taking a deep breath, Bu Eunseol approached the fallen masked figure.

Swish.

The face revealed was that of a young man, not much older than Bu Eunseol.

“Young. And strong.” 

Bu Eunseol had to acknowledge it.

The descendants of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars were as strong as he was. This meant those above them were likely even stronger.

“I won’t leave any more clues.”

Whoosh!

As Bu Eunseol extended his left hand, intense cold energy poured out.

The human body is largely composed of water.

When rapidly frozen, the internal moisture expands, damaging the skin and organs. It was similar to how a firm fruit becomes mushy after being frozen and thawed.

To martial artists, this would leave only bizarre traces…

By using the Heavenly Glacial Secret, he could ensure no martial arts traces were left behind.

Swish.

At that moment, a gray shadow landed from the sky. It was Yoo Unryong.

“You took care of him.”

“The palace lord and So Okrim?”

“They’re cleaning up inside.”

“ Her martial arts are truly incredible,” Yoo Unryong said, shaking his head as if exasperated. “Without her, we couldn’t have protected the young lords.”

Bu Eunseol nodded.

So Okrim’s martial arts were akin to the reincarnation of the Celestial Emperor from four hundred years ago. Among the younger generation, no one could withstand a single strike from her.

“If someone asked me to name the top female martial artist of the next generation, I would have chosen the successor of the Sword Pavilion in the past,” Bu Eunseol said with a peculiar expression, shaking his head. “But now, I’d choose So Okrim. Her martial arts not only surpass the Sword Pavilion’s successor but are worthy of aiming for the top of the righteous factions.”

“I agree,” Yoo Unryong said, shrugging.

He then looked at the fallen masked figure.

“So, this was a descendant of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars?”

“Yes.” 

Looking at the young face, Yoo Unryong shook his head. “He’s not the leader, is he?”

“Probably not.”

“Hmm.” As a fierce wind swept by, Yoo Unryong took a deep breath.

As So Okrim had said, the Eight Emperors and Three Stars were deeply entrenched, with spies in every faction.

This meant more trials awaited Bu Eunseol and the Boeun Coin in the future.

“Well, you can’t get full on the first bite,” Yoo Unryong said with a bright laugh, turning around.

“This victory alone has put a dent in those old foxes’ pride.” Looking toward the North Sea Ice Palace, he grinned, “Let’s head back. Time to wrap things up!”

If you want to be a source of strength for someone, wear a bright expression and stay by their side.

Yoo Unryong resolved inwardly.

No matter what trials came, he would stay by Bu Eunseol’s side and aid him.

***

The North Sea Ice Palace, after punishing the traitor and expelling the external forces, began to restore order.

The Dong family’s forces were completely subdued, and Dong Yugak had taken his own life.

However, his crimes were too great to bear alone.

Ultimately, the North Sea Ice Palace disbanded the Dong family and expelled them from the North Sea. Their forces and assets were fully absorbed by the five remaining families.

Using the Purple Dawn Pill and Ban-geuk Energy he always carried, Bu Eunseol treated Bing Hanpung’s illness caused by internal injuries and Han Jawook’s frozen blood vessels.

The Heavenly Glacial Secret was the core technique of the North Sea Ice Palace. Having mastered it, Bu Eunseol could understand their energy flow and heal them.

***

The Grand Martial Arena of the North Sea Ice Palace.

Bing Hanpung stood on the platform. Having fully recovered his former power, his aura seemed capable of freezing heaven and earth.

Below him were tens of thousands of North Sea Ice Palace disciples.

They gathered to express gratitude to Bu Eunseol, who was about to depart, and to hold a ceremony marking the alliance between the North Sea Ice Palace and Majeon.

“Thank you,” Bing Hanpung said, approaching Bu Eunseol and grasping his hands before the alliance ceremony.

What Bing Hanpung had permitted was a simple alliance.

Yet Bu Eunseol had not only saved the crumbling North Sea Ice Palace from crisis but also protected the lives of the young lords, the future of the palace. Moreover, he had used his Ban-geuk Energy without reserve to heal Bing Hanpung’s illness and Han Jawook’s injuries.

“How can I repay this kindness?”

“You taught me the Heavenly Glacial Secret without holding back, didn’t you?” Bu Eunseol replied.

“That was…” Bing Hanpung said with a bitter expression, whispering, “To be honest, that was my personal desire.”

“Desire?”

“In the past, I was defeated by a master of the Central Plains’ demonic path. It was because I hadn’t mastered the Heavenly Glacial Secret.”

Bing Hanpung’s eyes grew deep, as if recalling the past.

“And he left me with cryptic words. He said I must find a disciple to master the Heavenly Glacial Secret to ensure the North Sea Ice Palace survives the great blood calamity in the future.”

“The great blood calamity?” Bu Eunseol asked.

“Yes. I thought it was an abrupt statement, but given his mysterious prowess and actions, I couldn’t dismiss it lightly.”

Bu Eunseol’s eyes grew as deep as Bing Hanpung’s.

“Who was he?”

“The Seven-Finger Demon Blade Bu Zhanyang. He was the deputy leader of your Demonic Sect.”

“The Seven-Finger Demon Blade,” Bu Eunseol said, unable to hide his surprise.

The Seven-Finger Demon Blade Bu Zhanyang.

Had he sought out and fought not only Central Plains masters but also those from beyond?

“Why isn’t this known in the martial world?”

“He came to our palace alone and left quietly… No one but me knows of this.”

“What does the great blood calamity mean?”

“I’ve pondered it for a long time, but I couldn’t figure it out. Yet his words lingered in my mind like a brand… I kept searching for a disciple to master the Heavenly Glacial Secret.”

‘That’s why he asked me to protect the North Sea Ice Palace.’ Bu Eunseol finally understood why Bing Hanpung had said those words while teaching him the Heavenly Glacial Secret.

“But now, I think the great blood calamity might refer to the rebellion caused by our palace’s traitor.”

Had Bu Eunseol not appeared, the North Sea Ice Palace would have been stained with blood by the traitor Dong family and the Flame Emperor’s descendant.

“You are the savior who prevented our palace’s blood calamity.”

‘Is that really what the blood calamity means?’ But Bu Eunseol felt doubtful.

He couldn’t believe a figure as great as the Seven-Finger Demon Blade would call a mere rebellion the great blood calamity.

“I merely repaid the debt I owed you,” Bu Eunseol said with a smile, brushing aside his thoughts.

Bing Hanpung shook his head.

“How can teaching one martial art compare to saving our crumbling palace?”

“It’s the same,” Bu Eunseol said with a calm smile. “I only repaid my debt.”

After gazing at Bu Eunseol for a moment, Bing Hanpung suddenly bowed his head.

He respectfully clasped his hands.

“Great Master of the Demonic Path, Bu Eunseol. As long as you exist, our palace will always stand by your side.” Raising his voice solemnly, he declared, “And I, as palace lord, will be your friend in any situation, sharing your troubles and hardships!”

Bow.

Bu Eunseol also bowed respectfully in return.

“I will never betray your kindness.”

Roar!

A loud cheer erupted from the disciples below the platform.

Bu Eunseol, the successor of Majeon.

He had reunited the North Sea Ice Palace, divided by external forces.

Moreover, he had healed the palace lord and Han Jawook’s ailments and risked his life to protect the young lords who would lead the palace in the future.

He was the savior and eternal friend of the North Sea Ice Palace.

***

“Majeon and the North Sea Ice Palace have formed an alliance!”

As this rumor spread, the martial world was plunged into shock. 

Since its founding, the North Sea Ice Palace had never opened its doors to external forces. 

Even though they practiced demonic ice techniques, hadn’t they always prided themselves on being neither righteous nor demonic? 

Yet the North Sea Ice Palace had formed an alliance with none other than Majeon, the coalition of demonic forces?

“It’s false information. The North Sea Ice Palace didn’t ally with Majeon but formed a bond of brotherhood with the Martial Soul Command Lord!”

But an even more shocking rumor followed.

The North Sea Ice Palace hadn’t allied with Majeon but had formed a sworn brotherhood with the Martial Soul Command Lord, the successor of Majeon.

“No way!”

People refused to believe it. They couldn’t.

The North Sea Ice Palace, composed of six families, possessed martial prowess so great that even Majeon dared not provoke them lightly. Yet the palace lord had formed a bond with the Martial Soul Command Lord, not the Demon Emperor?

“Thirty thousand Ice White Divine Pills from the North Sea Ice Palace arrived at Majeon for the Martial Soul Command Lord.”

As if to confirm the rumor, the North Sea Ice Palace sent thirty thousand Ice White Divine Pills to Bu Eunseol at Majeon.

The martial world was soon ablaze with talk of the Martial Soul Command Lord.

“It’s true that the North Sea Ice Palace lord formed a bond with the Martial Soul Command Lord.” As this news spread, intelligence organizations offered two interpretations.

“The palace lord is clever.”

Forming an alliance with Majeon would be hard to undo.

But the North Sea Ice Palace allied with Bu Eunseol, not Majeon.

A successor could fall from grace or be replaced at any time. If Bu Eunseol died or lost his position, the North Sea Ice Palace would no longer be bound by the agreement.

“Nonsense. The palace lord formed a bond with the Martial Soul Command Lord because he’s certain he’ll become the leader of Majeon.”

The North Sea Ice Palace had no need to submit to any individual or organization.

Yet they formed a bond with Bu Eunseol because they firmly believed he would become the leader of Majeon and the head of a million demonic practitioners.

Thus, intelligence organizations remained divided, with opinions clashing.

For a time, the martial world buzzed with stories of the Martial Soul Command Lord, Bu Eunseol.

In contrast, the White Horse Temple was steeped in a funeral-like atmosphere.