The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign – Chapter 631

Hearing Bu Eunseol’s response, Jin Seol was able to realize something.

What Bu Eunseol was aiming for was not the title of the greatest in the demonic path.

The position of being the master of Majeon held no value or meaning to him whatsoever.

“I see.” 

Having once again realized what kind of person Bu Eunseol was, she calmly spoke.

“Did you truly believe that, even after giving such an answer, you would still hear my response?”

“I did not think so.” Bu Eunseol replied calmly. “I merely spoke honestly.”

Then he smiled awkwardly.

In that moment, a faint smile bloomed on Jin Seol’s lips.

Bu Eunseol had not come to her scheming for personal gain. He was simply treating her like a friend with whom he had shared deep bonds of camaraderie for a long time, and had come seeking her help.

“At that time, the Demon Emperor evaluated Lord Yeop, who was then the Nightless Heavenly Lord, in this way.” Jin Seol took a deep breath before continuing. “He said that while he could become the Chief Instructor managing all the great and small affairs of Majeon, he could never become the vice-lord responsible for Majeon.”

“Responsible for Majeon…”

Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed.

He had instantly grasped the meaning behind the Demon Emperor’s words.

“Indeed.”

Nodding, Bu Eunseol respectfully cupped his hands.

“Thank you. This has been of great help.”

“Not at all.”

As Jin Seol showed a weary smile, Bu Eunseol felt a pang of pity.

One could atone for one’s mistakes.

But there was no need to torment or ruin one’s own life in order to atone for those mistakes.

Even if she continued her atonement, Bu Eunseol hoped she would regain her former self.

“Lady Jin.” 

Bu Eunseol cautiously spoke.

“Would it not be better for you to return now?”

Realizing his choice of words had been poor, Bu Eunseol quickly continued.

“I have heard that many people have been struggling since the Flower retired from the front lines. Because of that, they have even reduced the number of ceremonies that must be held at the main hall.”

Jin Seol let out a soft snort.

Though the world seemed indifferent, this man carefully looked after everyone around him.

‘Cruel man.’

Yet to Jin Seol, that kindness felt cruel instead.

What she desired was affection. That pure goodwill would only bring her further pain.

“I will think about it.”

Swallowing the emotions rising within her, Jin Seol turned her body.

“Then.”

She turned first.

Normally, she should have seen Bu Eunseol off, but her shaken heart had caused her to forget even that courtesy. 

Watching her fading figure disappear into the distance, Bu Eunseol felt a sense of regret.

‘Am I unconsciously making the people around me unhappy?’

Both Shim Wol’s misdeeds and her unhappiness… somehow, they all felt like his fault.

‘If she regains her heroic name, she will be able to step forward proudly once more.’

Jin Seol’s reputation and honor had been utterly ruined because of her connection to Shim Wol. If her name could be spread far and wide through good deeds? Then she would surely be able to appear before people with pride again.

Bu Eunseol resolved that, before long, he would arrange matters so that Jin Seol’s name would be praised by others.

***

The Needle King, Jongri Sahyeon.

He was known as a man who devoted himself to medicine and acupuncture, paying no heed to the bothersome affairs of the mundane world.

But in truth, he ceaselessly tracked the forces disrupting the martial world.

He had long worked to create an antidote for the vicious drug produced by the Infinite Realm—the Human Flowers.

And at last, those efforts bore fruit: he developed an antidote to that vile substance, which drove the human body’s abilities into overdrive while suppressing the spirit.

He named it the Needle King Pellet.

He attached his own title to this antidote that could save countless lives, because he wished for his name to be passed down through the ages.

Yet something strange occurred.

Just as the antidote was completed, the puppets who had been disturbing the martial world, along with their forces, began gradually vanishing.

This was thanks to the achievements of Bu Eunseol, the successor of Majeon.

He had repeatedly clashed with the Infinite Realm that manufactured the puppets, relentlessly weakening their power. Though not publicly known, many of the Infinite Realm’s facilities and affiliated sects had been largely destroyed as a result.

They had no choice but to severely restrain their activities.

In a secret room of Majeon’s safe house in Sobuanbu.

Seo Jinha, summoned by Bu Eunseol and arriving at the safe house, could not hide his flustered expression.

“Do I really have to go?”

Having heard Bu Eunseol’s full explanation, Seo Jinha wore a grave look.

“I mean… couldn’t you just send someone else?”

“That is not possible.” Bu Eunseol stated firmly. “Only you and I can resolve this matter.”

“Then you should go.”

“I would like to, but this is a race against time.”

Bu Eunseol was steadily advancing various plans to strike the Heavenly Blessing Medicine Forest— no, the Infinite Realm.

In particular, to bring down the terrifying giant known as Heavenly Deity, he needed unimaginably meticulous planning and numerous preparations.

And there was now an item he absolutely had to obtain.

That was why Bu Eunseol had immediately summoned Seo Jinha, who was wandering the martial world under the identity of Seon Woojin.

“If the factions clash, the Martial Alliance might incorporate the Supreme Corps into the lower organization of the Divine Might Corps.”

If Majeon and the Martial Alliance were to clash in the future?

From the Alliance’s perspective, they could deploy Seon Woojin—regarded as a new-generation expert—onto the front lines.

Thus, everything had to be perfectly prepared before that happened.

“No choice, then.” Seo Jinha nodded. “I just need to bring back the antidote for the Human Flowers, right?”

“Yes. But it will not be easy.” Bu Eunseol said with a serious expression. “It is the antidote that the Needle King poured his life’s effort into creating. He even openly named it the Needle King Pellet.”

“…”

“For him to give it—not to anyone else, but to a demonic practitioner—would feel like having all his achievements stolen.”

Seo Jinha nodded.

The Needle King was a man with strong ambition for fame.

He would never hand over the antidote created through a lifetime of effort to Bu Eunseol without resistance.

“Well, don’t worry.”

Seo Jinha folded his arms with a relaxed expression.

“I’ll definitely get it. Just trust me and wait.”

Normally, regardless of success or failure, Bu Eunseol would have nodded with eyes full of trust.

But knowing Seo Jinha’s unpredictable side all too well, Bu Eunseol’s face darkened instead.

“Just in case—I absolutely forbid it.”

“Forbid what?”

“Jongri Sayu. You’re not thinking of swaying her heart to obtain the Needle King Pellet, are you?”

Previously, Seo Jinha had flirted with Jongri Sayu and quelled the anger of the Jongri family, who had threatened to invade Majeon.

Back then, Bu Eunseol had requested it himself and had not anticipated such a method, so he had let it pass despite his anger.

But he could not allow such a thing to happen again.

“Using Jongri Sayu is forbidden.” Bu Eunseol looked at Seo Jinha with a solemn expression. “Do not even dream of scheming against her to obtain the antidote.”

“You really don’t trust me at all!”

Seo Jinha widened his eyes as if wronged and thumped his chest.

“Did you think I would resort to such cheap tricks to get the antidote?”

“Yes.”

‘How did he know?’

Seo Jinha felt a twinge of guilt but shook his finger with a brazen face.

“No way.”

“…”

“That method wouldn’t work anyway. Jongri Sayu isn’t that soft-hearted.”

“Then how do you plan to get it?”

“Everything in the world comes down to improvisation, doesn’t it?” Seo Jinha patted Bu Eunseol’s shoulder. “Don’t worry and focus on what you need to do. Whether it’s the Needle King Pellet or the Staff King Pellet, I’ll bring them all.”

“Hmm.”

“But I can’t go empty-handed. I’ll need to offer something of equivalent value.” Seo Jinha stroked his chin as he spoke. “I’ll probably need to take some treasures or valuable items from the Death Shadow Pavilion. Is that all right?”

“Of course.”

Bu Eunseol nodded.

“To obtain that antidote, even ten million gold would not be too much. Take whatever you need.”

“Good to hear.”

Seo Jinha raised the corner of his mouth with a confident expression and waved his hand.

“Don’t worry—just do what you have to do. I’ll take care of getting the Needle King Pellet.”

“I’m counting on you.”

Bu Eunseol patted Seo Jinha’s shoulder with a face full of trust.

But at that moment, he did not yet know that this affair would later lead to an unimaginable incident.

***

An unexpected guest arrived at the great forge of the Jongri family, located at the foot of Geumwang Mountain.

Martial Soul Command Lord Bu Eunseol.

The young grand master, designated as the next lord of Majeon, had once again visited the estate.

The Needle King, Jongri Sahyeon, was sharing tea and conversation with Bu Eunseol in the guest hall.

But as the conversation continued, his expression gradually hardened.

“So… what you are saying is that you have found the main base of the secret organization responsible for creating the puppets until now, and to annihilate them, you want all of the Needle King Pellets that this old man has sacrificed his entire life to create?”

“Yes.”

At the words of Bu Eunseol—no, Seo Jinha disguised as Bu Eunseol—frost appeared in Jongri Sahyeon’s eyes.

“That is impossible.”

“Elder.”

“Do you know how much time and effort this old man invested in creating those pellets?”

“Of course. Naturally, since we are taking your divine pellets, we will provide compensation befitting them.”

“Compensation?” Jongri Sahyeon glared fiercely. “The compensation I desire is to completely destroy that secret organization and have my name passed down through the ages. Can you do that?”

“That… I cannot guarantee.”

“Then I must refuse.”

Jongri Sahyeon cleared his throat and turned his body.

“Alternatively, tell me their location.”

“…”

“This family will immediately set out and sweep them away.”

‘Old man. Do you think your tiny Jongri family, even in a swarm, could stand against the Infinite Realm?’

Seo Jinha wanted to scoff, but he continued with utmost courtesy.

“The scale and power there exceed imagination.”

“Heh heh heh. Do you know the strength of this family?”

“But still.”

“This old man has wide connections. If I feel the forces are insufficient, there are many places I can request aid from.”

‘Greedy old man.’

As the exchange dragged on tiresomely, Seo Jinha grew weary as well.

‘As expected, it won’t work.’

He had even named the antidote “Needle King Pellet,” showing how obsessed he had been with this cause.

It was clear how desperately he wanted to deal with the Infinite Realm and have his heroic name resound throughout the martial world.

Yet here someone was trying to reap the rewards without effort—of course he would oppose it to the death.

“Surely you do not believe that only Majeon can handle them?”

Jongri Sahyeon’s face was filled with pride.

Seo Jinha inwardly sighed and shook his head.

‘I never placed any expectations on you anyway.’

“I am sorry. It seems I have made an unreasonable request.”

“If you understand, then good.”

Jongri Sahyeon coldly rose from his seat and issued the order to leave.

“Now, you should go.”

Seo Jinha stepped outside without hesitation.

And just as he was about to walk out of the Jongri estate with a lonely air,

“Young master.”

A young maid’s voice called from behind.

“The young lady wishes to see you.”

Heh.

Seo Jinha turned his body slightly, a smile forming without showing his face.

‘Just as planned.’

He had already obtained information that Jongri Sayu was staying at the Jongri estate. If not for that, he would never have come here, no matter what.

“Very well. Lead the way.”

Seo Jinha shrugged and followed the young maid.

Passing several buildings and walking down a narrow path, a beautiful flower garden unfolded. Beneath a large plum tree stood a beauty clad in white palace attire, waiting demurely.

It was none other than Jongri Sayu.

“Command Lord.”

Upon spotting Seo Jinha, Jongri Sayu lightly bowed in greeting.

Perhaps from devoting herself to martial training in the meantime, her aura had become considerably sharper, and she radiated an even healthier beauty.

“You came here yet planned to leave without even seeing me?” Jongri Sayu said with a slightly hurt expression.

In Bu Eunseol—disguised by Seo Jinha—there was none of that lonely, suffocating atmosphere from before.

Though his charm felt somewhat diminished compared to the past, his fame had risen incomparably higher.

By now, judging solely by conditions, he had become the foremost prospective groom in the martial world.

Though there was the limitation of being from the demonic path, searching the entire martial world would yield no one comparable…

Jongri Sayu had already inwardly marked Bu Eunseol as her future husband.

“I had no choice but to leave quietly.” Seo Jinha spoke with an utterly forlorn expression. “If I met you, the elder would flare up in anger.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Instead of answering, Seo Jinha lowered his head and shook it.

“No. I spoke needlessly. Please pay it no mind.”

“It is fine. Tell me.” Jongri Sayu spoke calmly yet firmly. “What exactly happened that Grandfather would be angry just because I met you?”

“At long last, we have found the root of the forces disrupting the martial world…”

Seo Jinha calmly explained the situation.

He had finally located the root of the forces responsible for unleashing the puppets upon the martial world, and to deal with them, the Needle King Pellet created by the Jongri family was needed.

“That truly… is a difficult problem.” Having heard the full story, Jongri Sayu wore a grave expression. “Grandfather devoted his entire life to tracking the forces behind the puppets and creating the Needle King Pellet.”

She shook her head with a bitter look.

“Yet for the Command Lord to ask for it, he would feel as though all those years and achievements were being stolen.”

Seo Jinha understood as well.

Though Jongri Sahyeon had acted out of righteousness, he surely harbored a desire to leave a great name in the martial world.

He did not wish to blame him for that.

“Indeed.”

Seo Jinha let out a deep sigh and shook his head.

“There is nothing to be done.”

Then, with a lonely expression, he gazed at the distant sky.

“I barely managed to grasp the axis of evil in order to stabilize the martial world as quickly as possible, yet everything has come to nothing.”

“Stabilizing the martial world…”

In that moment, Jongri Sayu’s eyes sparkled.

She remembered what Seo Jinha had once said to her.

—Until the martial world are stabilized, how could this body form a family?

It was an excuse commonly used by righteous faction playboys, but the innocent Jongri Sayu had believed it wholeheartedly.

“Yes. You bear the duty to stabilize the martial world as soon as possible.”

“No. How could a fellow like me stabilize the martial world? Until I grow old and die, I can only chase after the tails of those vicious bastards.”

If the real Bu Eunseol had seen this, he would have furiously slapped Seo Jinha across the face.

As expected, Seo Jinha was indeed planning to win over Jongri Sayu—who harbored feelings for him—and obtain the Needle King Pellet.

“To think the Command Lord felt that way, while I…”

Jongri Sayu’s face flushed red.

Coming here and speaking of wanting to stabilize the martial world quickly was, in the end, the same as saying he wished to form a family with her.

She believed it was no different from an indirect proposal.

‘I am upright, Eunseol.’

Avoiding Jongri Sayu’s heated gaze, Seo Jinha looked at the distant sky and inwardly cried out.

‘I only said I wanted to stabilize the martial world!’

Still, perhaps pricked by conscience for toying with an innocent maiden,

‘She’s going to be your wife anyway.’

He justified it once more inwardly, telling himself he was merely receiving a little help from his future wife.

“No choice, then.”

Jongri Sayu twirled a lock of hair near her ear as she spoke.

“Since the Command Lord is doing the right thing, the family cannot simply stand by.”

“Is it possible?”

“But human relationships are not built on words alone, are they?”

She glanced at Seo Jinha and spoke in a low voice.

“Naturally, there should be a token or proof… something containing one’s heart, shouldn’t there?”

Jongri Sayu was no fool.

If his feelings for her were truly firm, he should give her a “love token” she could trust.

A love token.

If Seo Jinha gave one arbitrarily, Bu Eunseol would fall into a pit from which he could never escape.

Yet Seo Jinha lowered his head, the corner of his mouth curling into a sly smile.

‘Just as planned.’