The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign – Chapter 450

Flash!

At that moment, a silver radiance engulfed the entire world.

It was the culmination of the palm technique he had created and honed in solitude, unleashed with all his strength.

The Silver Flame Palm.

It was the essence of the Annihilation Art, turning everything it touched into silver flames.

Moreover, having used the Primordial Essence Energy, which burned his life force, combined with over two hundred years of inner energy…

Its power was enough to shatter even Mount Tai.

Whoosh!

A fierce gust, as if swallowing the world, swept through, sending dust soaring in all directions.

Yet, Weiji Hyesang was nowhere to be seen.

“Did I do it?” Myo Cheonwoo took a deep breath.

Having used the Primordial Essence Energy, his face looked ten years older, and the hair at his temples had turned white.

But a satisfied smile spread across his lips.

After all, he had taken down the heir of the mighty Hwa Wu Sword Sect.

“Now, it’s time to resolve what I caused.”

Myo Cheonwoo drew a dagger from his robe. With no inner energy left to sever his heart meridian, this was his only option.

Having been saved, he must repay that debt with his life.

From the start, his intention was to end his life alongside the mastermind controlling the Death Wraith.

“Well, you really had a trump card, didn’t you?” At that moment, a low voice came from behind him.

It was Weiji Hyesang’s voice.

“How—” Myo Cheonwoo asked in a trembling voice, and Weiji Hyesang smiled faintly, scanning the surroundings.

“As you can see.”

Only then did Myo Cheonwoo look around.

He realized Weiji Hyesang hadn’t dodged; he had unleashed the Silver Flame Palm in the wrong direction.

“Was what I saw an illusion?”

“Who knows?” Weiji Hyesang shrugged and said, “In any case, never let your guard down when delivering a final blow to an enemy. That’s a timeless truth of the martial world.”

Thud.

Myo Cheonwoo’s hands and head dropped.

It was a complete defeat.

Weiji Hyesang was a figure with martial prowess and wisdom far beyond his comprehension.

“I truly don’t understand.” Weiji Hyesang frowned, sensing something amiss. “You’ve achieved countless feats by his side. Why would you do something so reckless?”

Myo Cheonwoo was a prodigy worthy of being selected as one of the Ten Demon Warriors, having executed numerous strategies under Bu Eunseol, a master tactician.

He must have known he couldn’t defeat Weiji Hyesang, no matter what he tried.

He must have known there was no evidence linking Weiji Hyesang to any of this.

So why? Why would he commit such a foolish and pathetic act?

“I may not be able to find it…” A gleam flashed in Myo Cheonwoo’s eyes as he exhaled sharply. “But Bu Eunseol… he will definitely find it.”

Myo Cheonwoo knew.

In his current situation, with his abilities, even with all of Death Shadow Pavilion’s power, even if he found the Death Wraith… he wouldn’t uncover any evidence.

But if he risked his life to confront the Hwa Wu Sword Sect?

To resolve his curiosity, the person connected to the Death Wraith would surely appear before him.

And whether he perished alongside that person or lost his life, if he caused a commotion?

Bu Eunseol would undoubtedly grow suspicious. And he firmly believed that, one day, Bu Eunseol would uncover every piece of evidence.

“All this just to make the Martial Soul Command Lord suspicious?”

“There’s no evidence.” Myo Cheonwoo gave a weak smile. “With my abilities, I had no other choice…”

“That’s absurd.”

“There’s nothing more to say. Kill me.” Myo Cheonwoo said with a hollow expression. “I never planned to leave here alive anyway.”

Boom!

At that moment, a deafening roar shook the ground.

It was a thunderous sound, as if tearing the sky apart. The sound grew closer, echoing repeatedly.

Boom! Crash!

The thunder grew so near it seemed to resound overhead, and a faint shadow appeared, approaching from the sky.

Weiji Hyesang looked at it, then at Myo Cheonwoo, and nodded.

“Unfortunately, it seems your wish to atone with death won’t be fulfilled.” 

Myo Cheonwoo’s eyes widened.

The worst possible outcome flashed through his mind.

‘Bu Eunseol?’

Thud.

At that moment, a gray figure landed on the ground from the sky.

Enveloped in waves of energy, their eyes burned with a blood-red glow, like smoldering coals.

It was Bu Eunseol.

“Martial Soul Command Lord.” Seeing Bu Eunseol, Weiji Hyesang smiled brightly and clapped his hands silently.

“As expected, the protagonist always appears at the perfect moment.”

Weiji Hyesang wasn’t particularly surprised by Bu Eunseol’s arrival.

Instead, he greeted him warmly, as if he had been waiting.

“Your subordinate’s antics have brought us together again.”

Myo Cheonwoo had come to the Hwa Wu Sword Sect based on instinct and circumstantial evidence, not concrete proof.

This action had only made Bu Eunseol’s position more difficult.

Weiji Hyesang was reminding him of that fact.

“What a mess. Out of respect for our acquaintance…”

Thud.

Before Weiji Hyesang could finish, Bu Eunseol pulled a blood-stained mask from his robe.

It was the mask used by the Death Wraiths in Hell Island.

Bu Eunseol.

He was far faster than Myo Cheonwoo had anticipated.

He had investigated every detail and had even tracked down the Death Wraith who gave orders to Myo Cheonwoo.

Yet, Weiji Hyesang’s expression remained unchanged.

He was confident.

Even if Bu Eunseol had caught the Death Wraith, he hadn’t found any evidence linking it to him.

“What’s that?”

As Weiji Hyesang played innocent, Bu Eunseol said calmly, “One of the Death Wraiths from Hell Island, and reportedly one of the sword masters of the Hwa Wu Sword Sect.”

“Did he confess? No way.” Weiji Hyesang’s eyes and expression were filled with certainty.

That the Death Wraith hadn’t confessed.

“You’re right. He didn’t confess.” Bu Eunseol said calmly. “Even the main sect didn’t know the identities of the Death Wraiths sent to Hell Island. So, I tracked them down one by one.”

Looking down at the blood-stained mask, Bu Eunseol gave a cold smile.

“Now, I just need to confirm if the Death Wraith sent by the Hwa Wu Sword Sect is still alive.”

A brief silence fell.

He hadn’t found evidence linking Weiji Hyesang. But he had uncovered that the person manipulating Myo Cheonwoo was from the Hwa Wu Sword Sect.

“Seems Captain Myo was right? He said he was recruited by someone from our sect to act as a spy.”

“Got anything to say?”

“You’re not seriously treating me like a criminal over this, are you?” Weiji Hyesang smiled sweetly, as if sucking on candy. “Not just our sect, but many of the Ten Demonic Sects keep informants to monitor Majeon’s movements.”

He continued calmly.

“Well, I don’t know why someone of sword master status was curious about the Martial Soul Command Lord’s movements… but if that’s a crime, go ahead and punish him quickly.”

Weiji Hyesang’s expression didn’t waver.

He was drawing a line, claiming it was the Death Wraith’s independent action.

“Or would you like to come to our sect now and investigate if there are more spies? Or perhaps execute Captain Myo for his spying?”

“…”

“Oh? He’s your subordinate, so it’s hard to act yourself? Shall I do it for you?” As Bu Eunseol remained silent, Weiji Hyesang shrugged with a disappointed expression.

“Surely you’re not planning to forgive him?”

Weiji Hyesang.

This enigmatic figure seemed to treat even life and death as mere amusement.

“Why did you do it?” A volcanic light flared in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.

There was no evidence.

But Bu Eunseol clearly felt it. Weiji Hyesang was behind it all.

And he was genuinely enraged.

“Who knows? We’d need to investigate why someone from our sect did such a thing. But perhaps…” 

Weiji Hyesang looked directly at Bu Eunseol’s furious face and spoke calmly.

“They wanted you to become stronger?”

He spoke with sincere eyes, as if he meant it.

“Someone like you needs appropriate trials. That’s how you grow stronger.”

“Why do you want me to grow stronger?”

“Because I want the Martial Soul Command Lord to protect the martial world.” Despite Bu Eunseol’s icy expression, Weiji Hyesang winked playfully. “You know there are many people hiding their identities, doing bad things in the martial world, right?”

“…”

“The position of Majeon’s heir is perfect for dealing with such matters, isn’t it?”

At first glance, it sounded like the Hwa Wu Sword Sect’s Death Wraith had gathered information on the Three Realms and was helping Bu Eunseol to oppose them.

But someone of sword master status in the Hwa Wu Sword Sect wouldn’t know such things.

Clearly, the mastermind was among the sect’s leadership—Weiji Hyesang.

But even if Weiji Hyesang was the mastermind, the question remained: why?

Purely to defeat the Three Realms?

Or because he was aligned against the Infinite Realm, hoping to stir conflict with them?

There was no answer.

Weiji Hyesang was someone who never revealed his true intentions.

So, Bu Eunseol took action to find the answer.

Step, step.

Bu Eunseol walked straight toward Weiji Hyesang.

With each step, an uncontrollable killing intent radiated.

He intended to unleash his full strength to cut Weiji Hyesang down.

“No! You can’t!” Myo Cheonwoo, kneeling, crawled desperately toward Bu Eunseol and shouted. “You mustn’t fight him.”

Though his meridians were severed, rendering him unable to stand, he used all his strength to block Bu Eunseol’s path.

“You have to endure for now.”

There was no evidence that Weiji Hyesang was part of the Three Realms.

The Death Wraith may have manipulated him, but it was Myo Cheonwoo, the spy, who exposed Bu Eunseol’s movements.

In other words, Bu Eunseol had no justification to strike Weiji Hyesang.

If he fought him recklessly?

Regardless of victory or defeat, Bu Eunseol would struggle to maintain his position as Majeon’s heir.

Attacking the heir of the foremost demonic sect would mean collapsing one of Majeon’s greatest pillars.

Didn’t Yeop Hyocheon, the Chief Instructor, already disapprove of Bu Eunseol clashing with the Ten Demonic Sects?

In such a situation, clashing with the Ten Demonic Sects without justification was absolutely unacceptable.

“It’s all my fault!”

Myo Cheonwoo said with a desperate expression.

“He’s right. Instead of blaming others, I should’ve blamed myself!” Banging his head on the ground, he shouted, “I’ve been reporting your movements to him all this time. And…”

Hum!

At that moment, a blood-red glow flared in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.

And at the same time,

Crack! Crack!

He flicked his fingers, unleashing a barrage of finger winds.

As if in great rage, moving his fingers like playing a zither, he sent relentless finger winds toward Myo Cheonwoo.

Crackle, sizzle.

In an instant, Myo Cheonwoo’s body seemed to frost over and thaw repeatedly.

“Urgh.” In the time it took to take a single breath, struck by over a hundred finger winds, Myo Cheonwoo vomited a mass of black blood and collapsed.

Hiss.

The black blood emitted a foul stench and white smoke.

It was the very energy Weiji Hyesang had boasted could never be expelled.

The Heavenly Glacial Secret and the Great Yeolha True Energy.

Using the twin supreme arts of extreme yin and extreme yang, Bu Eunseol had instantly eradicated the sword energy embedded in Myo Cheonwoo’s meridians.

—Do not use the extreme yin and extreme yang energies henceforth.

The warning of Ak Mu-ryeong echoed in his mind.

The extreme yin and yang energies coursing through Bu Eunseol’s body were like a ticking bomb.

Yet, to save Myo Cheonwoo, Bu Eunseol had used them without hesitation.

“Impressive martial arts. It’s like you infused conflicting energies simultaneously. Have you mastered another new technique?” At Weiji Hyesang’s words, a sharp killing intent rose like a haze from Bu Eunseol’s eyes.

Myo Cheonwoo had risked his life for a desperate gamble, and Bu Eunseol had grasped the entire situation.

Now, only two choices remained.

Gather evidence later and eradicate them all? Or settle things with Weiji Hyesang here and now?

Bu Eunseol, seeing Weiji Hyesang’s consistently playful demeanor, chose the latter.

But as Myo Cheonwoo desperately intervened, he reconsidered.

“Tch, if you’ve made up your mind, you should see it through, no?” Weiji Hyesang clicked his tongue regretfully. “If you want a duel, I’m game. Shall we start a personal fight right now? Or perhaps you’ll use the forces backing you to wage all-out war?”

A fierce desire gleamed in Weiji Hyesang’s eyes.

“Either way, I’m ready. Go ahead.”

He was prepared to face Bu Eunseol in a duel or even a full-scale war between the Hwa Wu Sword Sect and Nangyang Pavilion.

For someone as cautious as Weiji Hyesang to say such things meant he was confident in victory.

“Ugh.” At that moment, whether intentional or not, Myo Cheonwoo let out a loud groan of pain.

Bu Eunseol stared coldly at Weiji Hyesang and said, “We’ll settle this later.”

Though he had expelled all the sword energy, Myo Cheonwoo’s condition was critical. His meridians were severed, and he had sustained severe internal injuries.

If left untreated, even if he survived, he would become a cripple.

“Don’t worry. I know a way to heal you.” Bu Eunseol supported Myo Cheonwoo and said, “I’ve experienced severed meridians before. It’ll take time, but you’ll fully recover.”

When Seo Jinha’s dantian was destroyed, the Medicine Hall Master had reconnected his severed meridians. Through training at Azure Cloud Sea Palace and Nangyang Pavilion, he had fully restored his body.

Though Myo Cheonwoo’s condition was worse, he could surely be healed completely.

“What? You’re really not going to fight?” Weiji Hyesang pouted with a disappointed expression. “Isn’t this a bit anticlimactic? You arrived so dramatically, and this is the conclusion?”

“Don’t worry. It’s already begun.”

“What do you mean, begun?”

As Weiji Hyesang blinked, puzzled,

Whoosh.

A piercing sound came from the direction of the Hwa Wu Sword Sect, and a warrior in black robes appeared, kneeling before Weiji Hyesang.

“We’re in trouble!”

“What’s the matter?”

“All branches of Kwehyollim have been shut down simultaneously.”

Kwehyollim was a lavish gambling den established in every major city.

It offered every form of gambling known to man, along with luxurious accommodations and pleasure houses. With enough money, one could stay there, losing track of time while indulging in liquor, pleasure, and gambling.

Kwehyollim was not only an intelligence network managed by the Hwa Wu Sword Sect but also a massive source of income.

The reason Weiji Hyesang held more influence than Wi Hyeok-gun, the deputy leader managing the sect’s affairs in Weiji Mu-a’s stead, was because he controlled Kwehyollim.

And now, it had been shut down entirely?

Crack.

For the first time, a fissure seemed to appear on Weiji Hyesang’s smiling face.

A murderous expression, never seen before, emerged.

It was as if the true face hidden beneath a mask was revealed.

“What do you mean?”

“The Martial Soul Command Lord’s forces from Majeon stormed in and…”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Weiji Hyesang glared at Bu Eunseol, veins bulging on his forehead. “What authority do you have to shut down Kwehyollim? Because a Death Shadow Pavilion captain was recruited by our sect’s Death Wraith to spy? For such a trivial crime?”

“Funds from Kwehyollim were flowing not only to the Hwa Wu Sword Sect but also to the unorthodox sects, the black path, the government, and even the Martial Alliance.” Bu Eunseol smiled coldly. “For the Hwa Wu Sword Sect, a cornerstone of the demonic martial world, to funnel money to the Martial Alliance—an act of aiding the enemy. That’s simply unthinkable.”

“Got any proof?” Weiji Hyesang scoffed.

He was a perfectionist, never leaving evidence. He was confident even Bu Eunseol couldn’t find any.

“There is.” Bu Eunseol glanced at Myo Cheonwoo and said, “Enough grounds to overturn Kwehyollim.”

“What do you mean?”

“Seven Immortals Teahouse.”

The Seven Immortals Teahouse, established by the wealthy Jinan merchant Man Gi-ryung, was famous for its affordable prices and high-quality tea.

It had a branch in every major city and marketplace.

“You must have thought it was beyond suspicion. And there were places operated under different names as well.”

“…”

“After all, Myo Cheonwoo always stopped for a cup of tea whenever he went to Chengdu.”

In an instant, Weiji Hyesang’s expression changed. As Bu Eunseol said, knowing Myo Cheonwoo’s habit of drinking tea whenever he visited Chengdu, they had maintained contact through the Seven Immortals Teahouse.

Though it was under Man Gi-ryung’s name, it was secretly operated by Weiji Hyesang.

It also served as an intelligence hub, with tight security to prevent leaks, making it the perfect meeting spot.

But Myo Cheonwoo had always been suspicious.

Just because he loved tea and it was a place above suspicion didn’t mean every teahouse across the Central Plains was under their control.

So, he deliberately changed meeting locations multiple times.

To avoid suspicion, he insisted on meeting only at places related to Majeon’s business. And if those meeting spots were connected to the Death Wraith’s backers… he trusted Bu Eunseol would investigate.

His efforts and faith were not in vain.

Bu Eunseol, never overlooking even the smallest detail, had thoroughly investigated every teahouse Myo Cheonwoo visited…

And ultimately uncovered that Weiji Hyesang was operating the Seven Immortals Teahouse.

—That guy will definitely find it.

In that moment, Myo Cheonwoo’s words flashed through Weiji Hyesang’s mind.

Trusting in Bu Eunseol’s abilities, Myo Cheonwoo’s final gambit had paid off.

T/N: Instead of bulk uploads, there will be 3 uploads per day from now on!