I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 69

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Guan Yu’s Martial Arts Obtained — Episode 069
Taking the Path of Righteousness (1)
Exhilaration.
It was the emotion that filled Guan Hui’s mind as he deployed the Pear Blossom Spear.
A spear technique born from inspiration drawn from scattering pear blossoms.
With his Spiritual Awakening fully open and his mind consumed by the spear method, Guan Hui’s vision no longer registered the assassins or their blades.
All he saw was the single spear held in his grasp.
And nothing but a clear, luminous white path along which to wield it.
‘So this is it.’
Following the white line that appeared before his eyes, Guan Hui swept his spear again and again.
The Heavenly Martial Embodiment’s Spiritual Awakening had dismantled every nuance of the Yangjiazhuang spear technique that Yang Yunshang displayed, then reassembled it piece by piece.
Whoosh—
Before his eyes, the kata of the Yangjiazhuang spear materialized with perfect clarity.
All Guan Hui needed to do was follow this invisible guide, sweep his spear in true lines, and dance.
For someone with his innate talent, it was effortless.
‘No. This isn’t merely mimicry.’
Guan Hui did not stop at simply copying Yang Yunshang.
His fully awakened Baihui Point recalled the techniques of Yang Wuyuan—the Cloud Valley Spear—whom he had once defeated, and refined the kata into something even more pristine.
“……That, that’s……!”
Yang Yunshang’s eyes widened so far they seemed ready to split.
In this very moment.
Guan Hui’s Pear Blossom Spear, manifest with the godhood of the martial way, surpassed Yang Yunshang’s own.
Its mastery matched that of the previous Family Head, Yang Wuyuan, who had wielded the Pear Blossom Spear for decades.
‘……Is this the limit?’
Regret flickered across Guan Hui’s eyes as he continued the technique.
His heart thirsted to find an even greater kata, but his understanding could not yet sustain that ambition.
He knew a superior path existed, yet lacked the enlightenment to manifest it.
‘But this was magnificent.’
It was a joy wholly different from wielding the Heavenly Extreme Cloud Destruction Blade.
The Guan Clan’s martial techniques, built on weight and dominance to tear through opponents with overwhelming force, were its opposite.
The Pear Blossom Spear, with its careful balance of gentleness and deception woven through illusion, arrived as an entirely new pleasure.
He had been so consumed by the martial technique that he scarcely noticed most of the assassins crumpling around him.
‘This will aid my mastery of the Guan Clan’s martial arts.’
Not immediately, of course.
For now, he still struggled to concentrate on weight and dominance alone.
But in the distant future.
When he one day glimpsed the Peak Beyond Mortals, that realm called transcendent.
These principles he had awakened to now would surely prove invaluable.
His lower dantian conveyed this certainty through pure sensation.
“One remains.”
Guan Hui’s gaze turned to the sole surviving assassin.
The assassin’s eyes, drained of all his blades, were flooded with terror.
The Black Shadow Sect’s Shanxi operatives had expended everything they possessed, yet failed to kill a mere third-rate martial master and Family Head.
It was news that would shake heaven and earth.
The assassin’s composure crumbling was inevitable.
“I’ll handle this.”
Yang Yunshang stepped forward, glancing at Guan Hui’s legs.
Guan Hui grasped the shaft of his spear at its center and replied.
“I’ll do it.”
Lowering his stance by bending his knees, Guan Hui tensed every muscle in his right arm and left leg.
Thigh muscles bulging and forearm swelling visibly with pressure.
Drawing his right hand back to its limit, Guan Hui pulled his shoulder and launched the spear with tremendous velocity.
“……!”
Seeing the spear hurtle forward at such speed, Yang Yunshang’s eyes widened impossibly.
“That, that’s my Spear Throw technique……!?”
* * *
Yang Yunshang turned over in his mind what he had said moments before.
—I’ll show you the Pear Blossom Spear. Try to replicate it.
When he had spoken those words, in truth he held no great expectations.
He had simply judged that the boy’s instincts were sharp enough to manage a rough approximation.
Merely mimicking the Pear Blossom Spear would be more than enough to deflect all those hidden weapons.
‘……I never expected him to execute it so flawlessly.’
He’d thought imitation would suffice.
But what Guan Hui displayed was so overwhelming that it made him stop wielding the spear altogether.
Perfect kata, spear technique flowing without pause, each movement connected seamlessly to the next.
Watching those movements alone, one might believe him a master of the spear who had walked a solitary path wielding nothing but a spear for decades.
‘Truly a monster.’
The petal swarms of Guan Hui’s Pear Blossom Spear had already far surpassed Yang Yunshang’s.
Yang Yunshang, whose petals had yet to contain more than circular force, could only deflect the hidden weapons—but Guan Hui’s petals not only deflected them, they made them scatter and fall.
His grasp of the Pear Blossom Spear Method itself was distinctly superior.
Despite having learned the technique only today.
‘No matter that it’s only basic Martial Technique…….’
The Pear Blossom Spear Method was the foundational practice meant to develop the True Qi Pear Blossom Spear, the Yang Clan’s advanced Martial Technique.
Yet even so, the difficulty of its execution was far from trivial.
After all, it was an exceptional spear method, one used even by military forces.
‘To master it in merely a single lesson…….’
An overwhelming talent for Martial Arts.
Guan Hui before his eyes seemed like gazing upon the heavens themselves.
Because the depth of that talent was impossible to fathom.
“……I meant to offer assistance. Instead, I received it.”
Yang Yunshang gathered the insights he had gained from watching Guan Hui’s spear method moments before.
A key to elevating his stalled cultivation.
That precious awakening had come to him thanks to Guan Hui.
“I learned much from you. My gratitude.”
A benefactor who had granted him an awakening more precious than anything else in a warrior’s life.
Yang Yunshang bowed respectfully to his benefactor.
“……I, too, owe you my life.”
Guan Hui, who had retrieved the Crescent Moon Blade from the rock, returned the bow.
“But why did you help me?”
He had received aid, yet the reason still eluded him.
Many debts and grudges flowed through this world, but between them both lay only enmity.
Guan Hui had killed his father.
“I merely repaid a debt. The Yang Clan owes the Guan Clan.”
“A debt?”
Yang Yunshang nodded, watching Guan Hui’s confusion.
“Instead of exposing the Yang Clan’s shame publicly, you buried it.”
“Ah.”
Yang Wuyuan, Yang Yunshang’s father and Family Head of the White Path, had crossed a line he should never have crossed.
His attempts to poison his Martial Challenge opponent, his use of assassination techniques—Guan Hui had deliberately kept these matters from becoming public knowledge.
He had believed them to be the failings of the Family Head alone, not those of the entire clan.
‘I had no wish to witness a Sect Destruction Calamity.’
Guan Hui had lived his whole life walking a tightrope above the abyss of annihilation.
He had no desire to see hundreds of people cast into the streets because of such matters.
It was because he saw the old figure of the Guan Clan reflected in that possibility.
“Still, the clan’s fortunes must have declined considerably.”
“It is merely retribution for past wrongs returning. Such a price must be borne.”
Yang Yunshang shook his shoulders as if it were of no consequence.
That magnanimous bearing looked quite different from his father’s.
An old saying suddenly came to mind: a base father begets a noble son.
“Though that is not the only reason. I wished to help you personally as well.”
“Me?”
“Yes. Thanks to you, I have achieved an Opening of Eyes.”
“……?”
Yang Yunshang smiled meaningfully.
After his father’s death and the end of his seclusion, Yang Yunshang had suddenly become Family Head, yet he knew not what to do.
Though he held the title of Junior Family Head, he had received no proper transfer of authority.
“And so I examined the past of the Guan Family Head.”
A man who had killed his father yet was celebrated as Shanxi’s foremost Chivalrous Hero—the Family Head of the Guan Clan.
With their ages being the same besides, it was only natural that Yang Yunshang’s attention turned in that direction.
“It was extraordinary. At the Chivalry shown by the Family Head, I, Yang Yunshang, could not restrain my admiration.”
Yang Yunshang’s gaze followed the Family Head’s back—he needed someone to lean on, someone to follow.
It was from that moment of reflection.
That Yangjiazhuang began walking the path of Impartial Justice as a White Path clan.
“Today’s help, in fact, comes from that very reason. I’ve been watching the Family Head’s actions rather closely since then.”
Yang Yunshang scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish.
……
Guan Hui’s expression twisted subtly.
There was something oddly unpleasant about watching the man blush.
Of course he was grateful to be alive, but… something about it nagged at him.
“In any case, thank you. I owe you my life.”
“It’s nothing.”
Yang Yunshang, hooking his hawk-like nose with a good-natured smile, pulled the spear from the assassin’s heart.
It was the same spear Guan Hui had thrown moments before.
“What are you planning to do with that? The blade’s already ruined.”
Because Yang Yunshang possessed such formidable natural strength, the spear he’d lent had been reduced to rags.
Most ordinary weapons couldn’t withstand Guan Hui’s power—it was an inevitable result.
“Ah. I thought I’d take it back home.”
“Planning to repair it?”
“No? That wouldn’t be possible.”
……?
Yang Yunshang scratched the back of his head again, looking embarrassed once more.
“I’m thinking of hanging it on my wall.”
……?
Guan Hui tilted his head in bewilderment.
……Why?
* * *
Upon the roof of a famous inn in Taiyuan.
Two figures of graceful and elegant bearing—like a dragon and phoenix—stood facing each other.
A youth with features as fine as jade set in a coffin, and a woman whose beauty made even the moon hide and flowers wilt in shame.
The two exquisite beings, mysteriously alike, watched each other in silence.
Whoosh—
After standing in silence for a moment, the woman moved first.
Seeing her delicate fingers move toward her sword, the youth let out a scoff.
“Are you coming at me again?”
Though his blade was only half-drawn, Chu Liang remained utterly composed.
He knew his sister was no match for him.
“You should know by now. Your inferior Plum Blossom Sword won’t work against me.”
The Heavenly River Sword and the Plum Blossom Sword.
These were the two superior martial techniques of the Huazong Sect, one focused on defense, one on offense.
Legend held that these two sword arts were created long ago with aid from a Daoist immortal, and they proved so formidable that they made the Huazong Sect the foremost school in Shaanxi.
But if one had to rank them, the advantage lay clearly with the Heavenly River Sword.
This technique, focused on all-directional defense and draining the opponent’s vital energy, had made the Defensive Dragon Chu Liang an undefeated martial master.
……
Chu Xue answered by drawing her blade.
The cold, silvery edge revealed against the night sky trembled at its tip with unusual intensity.
Whether it was from the harsh wind blowing across the roof, none could say.
“Foolish sister. Put away your sword while I’m asking nicely.”
Chu Liang approached casually to within arm’s reach of his sword-wielding sister and pressed the blade with a fingertip.
“If you kill me, do you think the sect will stay silent?”
For a disciple to kill another disciple was a violation punished with utmost severity according to the rules.
The dantian would be sealed, and all meridians and muscles severed.
Not only would they never hold a sword again, they would be rendered a cripple, unable to live a normal life.
“You’d willingly kill me and accept such a fate?”
Creak—
Chu Liang pressed the blade downward with his fingertip.
Seeing the sword that had been aimed at his neck lower its point, Chu Liang’s smile deepened.
“Abandon such foolish thoughts and sheathe that blade. Yes, your brother has walked a crooked path. But all of this—all of it—is for you, for me, and for the Huazong Sect, is it not?”
Chu Liang spread both arms wide and smiled brilliantly.
“In this cursed world, one must walk both the Dark Path and the White Path in turn to survive. How could anyone live walking only one path?”
……
“Everything I do is so that we may all prosper. So stop this foolishness and sheathe your blade.”
“…….”
Chu Xue’s sword point remained unsteady, still aimed at him.
Faced with his sister’s refusal to listen, Chu Liang’s expression contorted like a demon’s visage.
“Fine then. So you won’t hear a word from your brother unless an arm flies off, is that it?”
Chu Liang drew the sword from his belt, his voice cutting like a whip.
Shring—
The cold steel of his blade extended toward his sister.
“……I’m sorry, brother.”
Chu Xue squeezed her eyes shut at the descending blade.
And so it came to pass.
Shlick—
Red blood stained the night sky.

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