The Double Agent of the Heavenly Demon Sect-Chapter 50.1
The Time of the Blood Enforcement Division Flows Quickly—Or So They Say.
In reality, that was not the case. It simply meant they were always busy.
The symbol of the Heavenly Demon’s martial power. The sole authority possessing the right of immediate judgment.
The Sahyeoldae was maintained by a total of twelve elite warriors, excluding its commander. For a division, this was an exceptionally small number. Even if it consisted solely of the highest-ranking warriors in the sect, the fact remained—there were simply too few of them.
And with so few members, it was only natural that each one had to handle an overwhelming workload.
If a single Sahyeoldae member had to carry out the work of dozens, then what about their commander?
Ilma, the leader of the Sahyeoldae and the one known as the First Demon, quietly flipped through the documents.
She had only one body, yet the amount of work before her was enough for hundreds.
The primary duty of the Sahyeoldae was to root out traitors. But that task was far from simple.
A swing of the sword required cleanup afterward. And traitors? They were never a simple matter. To handle them properly, dozens of pieces of evidence had to be gathered.
Not a single task could be done carelessly. The ones the Sahyeoldae apprehended were almost always high-ranking figures.
It was a matter directly tied to the honor of the Sahyeoldae. Devoting time to it was only natural.
But was that all they did?
Ilma also had to fulfill her duties as Great Protector. On top of that, all reports from the various Blood Demon Units (Hyeolmidae) ultimately passed through her.
There was simply too much work. It had always been this way.
…But if, in the past, she had only been buried in paperwork—
Lately, something felt different.
"Ilma-nim."
A quiet voice broke the silence of the office.
A man, like her, wearing a charm-marked mask, cautiously spoke.
"This section… I don’t quite understand."
"Bring it here."
The stray dog taken in three months ago.
A warrior of the Murim Alliance, now turned double agent for the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Jeok Woon.
Having learned what he lacked, he bowed his head.
"Thank you."
Then, he subtly withdrew.
At the temporary desk placed to the side, he lowered his head once more, fully immersing himself in paperwork.
His actions were utterly efficient, devoid of any unnecessary movements.
As if he had mastered the separation between work and personal life.
An absurdly good work ethic.
And more importantly—
Wasn’t he actually helpful?
Jeok Woon was slow in his work. But he was thorough.
Compared to the past, when reckless subordinates had thrown tasks together carelessly, requiring her to double-check every single one, his meticulous approach was a relief.
He was the perfect assistant—his work processing skills were superior to anyone in the Sahyeoldae.
But was that all?
When a servant brought food, he naturally handled Ilma’s portion first.
He neatly arranged the utensils and never touched his own meal before she did.
When she made a decision, he rarely voiced opinions. He only cautiously shared his thoughts when directly asked.
His martial training was also unwavering. So much so that Ilma often wondered if he even slept.
He efficiently ran errands and, from what she had subtly gathered, maintained good relations with the servants.
"……"
To be honest, it was a little admirable.
She couldn’t imagine anyone disliking that kind of attitude.
But was diligence all there was to him?
She had always known, but seeing it again—
His persistence was something else entirely.
If she threw out a casual lesson, he clung to it with obsession.
Even when he was struggling and exhausted, he never let go of his sword.
Watching him—how could she put it?
It made teaching him… enjoyable.
"…Hmph."
Snapping out of her thoughts, Ilma put down her brush.
At some point, she had finished all her paperwork.
Normally, her workload stretched until early evening. But ever since Jeok Woon had joined, she had been finishing by early afternoon instead.
Her naturally fast work speed had always been an asset. But with his solid support, that speed had become even more pronounced.
Corrections that once required multiple revisions were now neatly handled with a single pass.
Jeok Woon, having sorted the final documents, spoke.
"Ilma-nim."
"What is it?"
"If there is no remaining work, may I train in martial arts?"
His tone was exceptionally polite.
Even after finishing his usual tasks early, he sought permission before beginning his personal training.
There was no reason to refuse. Ilma nodded.
"Go."
"Thank you."
Without hesitation, he headed straight to the training grounds.
Ilma, watching his retreating figure, unconsciously felt the corners of her lips rise.
She quickly covered it with a cough.
Well, just a little—
A verrrrrrry small amount—
He was bearable.
That was all.
Nothing more.
Rising from her seat, Ilma stepped out.
Originally, she would have remained buried in paperwork.
Now, she followed him to the training grounds.
There was no need for direct guidance.
She had already taught him the core principles. What mattered now was how he wielded them.
From the shadows, Ilma observed his sword movements.
The Nine Heavens Blood Demon Technique.
Its third form, Overpowering Demon Path —
And beyond that, a new technique he had grasped.
The fourth form of Gucheonhyeolmagong.
"Flashing Scatter."
A blade of light slashed through the air.
A rock, sharpened from countless training sessions, shattered into several pieces.
Incorporating minute amounts of internal energy into his strikes, he reinforced each technique, embedding it into his movements.
The preparation time was longer, and managing his qi flow required caution—
But the sheer power and speed of the technique were undeniable.
Ilma was deeply satisfied.
See? Given time, the boy always pulled through.
Now, what about the next step?
Ilma emerged from the shadows.
"Jeok Woon."
"Yes."
Even the Way He Sheathed His Sword Had Become Impressive.
Most of those who proudly called themselves masters of the sect wouldn’t even be able to mimic that stance.
Whoever had trained him had done a fine job.
Ilma cleared her throat for no reason and probed further.
"How’s your progress with the Transformation Sword?"
"That is..."
Jeok Woon fidgeted with his sword.
"It’s still impossible, Ilma-nim."
"What exactly do you mean?"
"To explain more precisely..."
Jeok Woon let the sword float in the air.
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"Heavenly Tribulation merely 'accommodates' different energies, doesn’t it?"
"That’s right. That’s why I divided the principles of the Black Lotus Sword, Fire Wheel Demon Sword, and Ice White Divine Sword into three separate teachings. While they all fall under Nine Heavens Blood Demon Technique as a broad framework, their intricate details are distinct."
"I’ve been reviewing the three divisions, but..."
Jeok Woon let out a sigh.
"I can’t draw out the energy. Since I can’t even initiate the process, the principles themselves become useless."
"...Hmm."
It wasn’t an unexpected issue. The overarching technique remained Nine Heavens Blood Demon Technique—
But handling each of its distinct energies was an entirely different matter.
The cold qi refined through the Frozen Snow Pill.
The fire qi accumulated through the Magok Lord’s Essence.
And the demonic qi extracted from the Sahyeoldae itself.
Even excluding his naturally cultivated blood qi from Nine Heavens Blood Demon Technique, he had three separate energies swirling within his body.
An unnatural phenomenon—one might even call it monstrous—to be carrying three separate entities within oneself.
It was only natural that he couldn’t draw them out.
After all, he hadn’t mastered Mixed Origin Demon Technique like Ilma had.
"For now, continue practicing the Nine Heavens Blood Demon Sword. I’ll figure out a method."
"Understood."
Walking between the buildings, Ilma pondered.
If she could resolve this issue, Jeok Woon would advance by several levels in a single leap. That was how formidable the technique was.
