The Double Agent of the Heavenly Demon Sect-Chapter 51.2

I bent lower.

Now at eye level, Ilma reached out.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in, tightly.

"...Honestly."

Ilma let out a long, weary sigh.

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Just as she was about to pull away—

She reached up and gently ruffled my hair.

"You’re a strange one."

The voice of a teacher.

I closed my eyes for just a moment.

The Journey Was Not Particularly Difficult.

With a new face and a new name, I could walk openly along the main roads.

The morning sunlight.

Back when I was in the Blood Demon Unit, I never imagined walking so freely under the open sky.

Yet here I was—traveling alone, lost in thought.

As per Ilma’s orders, I avoided unnecessary conflict.

Whenever possible, I camped in the wild rather than stopping at villages.

Better to spend the late hours refining my martial arts than getting tangled in unwanted trouble.

Gucheonhyeolmageom (Nine Heavens Blood Demon Sword).

I had already mastered up to its fourth form.

Ghost Step, One Demon.

A movement technique that controlled one’s entire body with precision.

Soul-Severing Thrust.

A sword technique that cleaved through the enemy in a single strike.

Overpowering Demon Path.

A technique that reinforced the entire body with blood-red qi.

And...

Flashing Scatter (섬살, Seomsal).

Recently acquired, but still in need of refinement.

Martial arts, at their core, were simple in structure.

Lighter attacks could be chained together effortlessly.

Since they required little preparation and qi, this was only natural.

However, heavier techniques needed both time and qi concentration to be effective.

A truly powerful move should only be used when one is certain it will end the fight.

Seomsal was one such technique.

More than a strike, it was a detonation of accumulated energy.

A sword clash.

Each impact stored residual force.

But was residual impact all that remained?

No.

Some of the energy retracted into the dantian, failing to fully dissipate.

Seomsal was a technique that gathered this energy, stored it, and then unleashed it all at once.

A finishing blow, naturally embedded within a series of attacks.

That was the essence of Flashing Scatter.

Of course, this technique could not be used in isolation.

It had to be woven into the flow of battle.

To execute it mid-fight, I needed support from—

Soul-Severing Thrust.Ghost Step, One Demon.Overpowering Demon Path.

Only then could I wield Seomsal effectively.

Strong. Sharp.

Even though I hadn’t yet perfected it—

It already felt like it could tear through anything.

And Then, There Was the Transformation Sword.

I tried to draw out the separate energies inside me.

I failed.

The energies were merely contained inside my body.

If I couldn’t release them—

I couldn’t use their principles.

And if I couldn’t use those principles—

I couldn’t infuse them into my sword.

"......"

If I didn’t obtain a cursed sword,

These powers would remain trapped within me, never to be wielded.

I lifted my sword.

Sliced open my palm.

A drop of blood landed on the blade.

Immediately, Heavenly Tribulation healed the wound.

The pain was sharp—but familiar.

I clenched my fist, enduring it as I always had.

Heavenly Tribulation continued to function as expected.

At this point, the pain had faded so much that I sometimes forgot it was even there.

That was why I occasionally checked.

It was now an inseparable part of me.

I pressed onward, tirelessly.

I walked from early morning until nightfall.

And in the time I had left—

I trained.

I rested.

The destination drew closer.

The roads became smoother.

Then—

A massive city came into view.

One of the few truly precious locations within the Demon Sect.

The domain of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect—the strongest among the three sects.

The Black Fortress.

Aside from the Demon Hall in Mount Tian,

This was the largest stronghold I had ever seen.

A natural fortress.

The walls soared high.

The cityscape stretched endlessly beyond them.

Even an inspection checkpoint had been set up.

"State your business."

"I’m here to join the Bongma-dong Tour Group."

"Proceed."

There was no identity verification.

Just a simple warning.

"This is the territory of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect."

"Do not draw your sword carelessly."

A veiled threat.

In other words—

Don’t cause trouble.

I stepped forward and blended into the massive crowd.

There were too many people to see ahead.

As expected of the strongest sect’s domain,

Everything here was larger and grander.

Most of the people here were well-off members of the Demon Sect.

For a brief moment—

It almost felt like I had returned to the Murim Alliance’s territories.

I hurried toward the designated meeting point.

A massive inn loomed ahead.

A waiter blocked my path.

"Apologies, sir. This establishment is currently occupied by the Bongma-dong Tour Group. We ask that you find another location."

"I’m with them."

"...Do you have any identification?"

I produced the token Ilma had given me.

The waiter’s eyes widened in shock.

"P-please, this way!"

Inside, the tour members had already gathered.

Despite the early hour, many were drinking and conversing.

Renting an entire high-class inn...

It was clear—

This Tour Group held significant weight.

I checked the date.

Three days.

I had arrived early.

The effort spent traveling quickly had paid off.

"Do you know where Heukso Ghost Doctor Na Sowan is?"

"That man? Over there."

A group of five.

Dressed in black robes, drinking quietly.

"Na Sowan..."

"Which one is he?"

I moved forward.