The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 115

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 115

“What in blazes is happening!”
Go Chief Manager, who had been conducting the auction, let out a sharp cry.
“Where are the warriors! Stop those intruders!”
“Yes, yes!”
At his urgent command, the martial artists presumed to be members of the Black Market rushed forward to intercept the attackers.
“Ugh!”
“Gasp!?”
But it was futile.
The ones assaulting the Black Market now were clearly elite fighters—they overwhelmed the defenders without breaking a sweat.
Most critically, that poison powder detonated earlier.
It served to temporarily suppress the inner energy of everyone in this space.
Because of it, the Black Market’s security couldn’t perform their duties.
There were others who couldn’t display their true strength either.
“Do you know who I am, you bastards—argh!”
“Damn it! These monsters mean to slaughter us all!”
The guests, who would normally be treated as masters wherever they went, were falling without mercy.
They each drew their blades to resist the attackers, but they were hopelessly outnumbered.
At least, the attackers showed no intention of sparing anyone inside.
Everyone was thrown into utter panic.
“Hmm.”
I quietly drew my sword and calculated the situation in my mind.
Was it right to step in now?
Wouldn’t it be enough to simply save my own skin?
‘No. No, it wouldn’t.’
Whether this was something that was supposed to happen or not, the Black Market was now in chaos.
If I were to help restore order, I might be able to leverage that as justification to gain something in return.
With that reasoning, I turned my gaze to So Hye-rim.
“Miss, please protect yourself here.”
“What about you, Jin?”
“I’ll deal with those intruders and return.”
“Then I want to come with you!”
So Hye-rim’s eyes gleamed as she drew upon the power of the Vajra Yaksha Divine Art.
I let out a light sigh and nodded.
In any case, her abilities had already been proven.
She wouldn’t meet an untimely death in a place like this.
“Then be careful.”
“You too, Jin.”
We scattered in different directions, our blades cutting through the air.
I naturally drew upon my inner energy, unleashing blades of wind upon my enemies.
Whoosh!
“…!”
Blood erupted, and all eyes fixed upon me.
They hesitated, clearly unprepared for such a fierce counterattack.
But I pressed forward without hesitation.
I knew that striking when enemies were disoriented yielded the greatest effect.
Slash!
So Hye-rim moved with equal ferocity.
With fluid grace, she wielded the Wind God Dragon technique, systematically dismantling those who stood in her way.
Those who attempted resistance flinched—she was clearly restraining her killing intent.
Once I confirmed her safety, I unleashed myself like a madman.
A dance of blades unfolded, and in mere moments, more than ten enemies fell before me.
“How dare you!”
As I continued, a figure who appeared to be their leader rushed toward me.
A master wielding a crude axe.
His cultivation was at the threshold of the Johwa Realm.
Had I been afflicted by Mountain Poison, this would have been perilous….
‘Fortunately, I eliminated it before it could take hold.’
It was thanks to detecting the danger through the Wind God Technique and acting immediately.
I wrapped wind around my body and thrust my palm forward in a surprise attack.
“Impossible!”
Boom!
The wind unleashed by my Wind God Palm was immediately shattered by him.
But I had already surged forward in that instant.
From my hands, wrapped in Wind God Steps, the first technique of Gale Slash unfolded.
Slash!
“Ugh!”
Unable to adapt to the sudden acceleration, a deep gash tore across his chest.
Realizing I had inflicted a mortal wound, I kicked him away.
With a heavy thud, his body flew backward.
“….”
The Auction House fell silent in an instant.
Everyone stared at me in shock.
They had recognized that my martial prowess was extraordinary.
But then.
“Drive them out!”
“Uwaaaaaaaaa!”
The morale of those from the Black Market soared to the heavens.
Everyone could sense that the momentum had shifted in our favor.
Emboldened, they charged toward the attackers with renewed ferocity.
The assailants had no choice but to panic.
However.
“Hmph. Worthless insects.”
A tremendous surge of energy erupted outward.
Someone had released their aura in full force.
Everyone froze, their eyes snapping toward the source.
A man wreathed entirely in lightning and thunder.
An unmistakable power radiated from him, far beyond the ordinary.
I felt it too.
‘At minimum, he’s reached the pinnacle of the Johwa Realm—comparable to Mu Cheon, whom I faced before.’
That meant even I couldn’t guarantee an outright victory against such an opponent.
The man wielding the sharp spear glanced at me dismissively, then thrust his weapon toward the nearest auction participant.
Left unchecked, that person would surely die.
I moved instantly to intercept, deflecting the spear’s trajectory.
The clash rang out like thunder.
“Wh-what!?”
Peng Seo-ho, who had been fighting the other assailants, stumbled backward in shock.
Had he been startled any further, he would have fallen flat on his backside.
I spoke to him in a measured tone.
“Are you unharmed?”
“Th-thanks to you, I’m alive….”
“Withdraw. If you remain, you will die.”
“…!”
He didn’t dismiss my warning lightly.
He immediately retreated, putting safe distance between himself and the conflict.
Once I confirmed his departure, I fixed my gaze upon my opponent.
The man of lightning seemed to realize I was no ordinary adversary, for instead of thrusting his spear immediately, he questioned me.
“Who are you?”
“Hmph. That’s what I should be asking. Why weren’t you affected by the mountain poison?”
“My skills are somewhat exceptional. I managed to evade it entirely.”
“Because of you, our plan has fallen apart.”
“Doubtful. Your plan would have failed regardless of my involvement.”
Considering who was staying in this village, the answer was simple.
Moreover, in my previous life, Leisheng Valley had acquired the Mansu Spiritual Realm Pavilion without difficulty.
Given that, their attack was doomed to fail from the start.
But my opponent, unaware of my thoughts, took my words as mere provocation.
“You insolent wretch!”
He thrust his spear forward with lethal intent.
Lightning flashed as a razor-sharp strike hurtled toward my heart.
I twisted my body desperately to evade the thrust.
What followed was my counterattack.
I immediately invoked Yaksha Transformation to heighten my senses and physical prowess.
Then, wreathed in golden winds, I unleashed a relentless barrage of slashes upon my opponent.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
“Ugh!”
The creature immediately withdrew its spear and assumed a defensive stance.
This one clearly had solid fundamentals.
An ordinary opponent would have been lacerated multiple times by now, yet not a single wound marked its body.
But had something in my attack struck a chord with it?
Its eyes widened dramatically.
“A swordmaster wielding golden winds…! Could you be Jin Muyeol!”
“…!”
I felt all eyes converge upon me once more at its cry.
Wind God Dragon Jin Muyeol.
My name had already become renowned throughout the Central Plains.
I let out a hollow laugh.
So it recognized my identity from the distinctive nature of my martial technique alone.
‘It seems this creature has taken considerable interest in me.’
But that mattered little at this moment.
The fact remained unchanged—I had to subdue or kill this thing.
I immediately heightened my senses and unleashed the Chaotic Dance.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Countless brilliant slashes rained down upon its spear shaft again and again.
It barely managed to block my onslaught, retreating step by step.
“Excellent. I’ll take your head today and claim the merit!”
Yet the moment distance opened between us, it immediately shifted to the offensive—clearly no easy opponent.
Spear strikes thundered forth like lightning itself.
I deflected the attacks that bent at impossible angles, then stepped back a pace.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Dozens of exchanges followed between us.
It was a fierce clash where neither side yielded an inch, yet it could not endure.
“The mountain poison has been neutralized!”
“You cursed wretches, you’re all dead now!”
Behind us, those affected by the mountain poison began to emerge as the toxin’s effects wore off.
It was inevitable.
The mountain poison they had dispersed was not directly ingested but rather spread as toxic vapor, causing temporary intoxication.
As a result, its duration was far shorter than a single hour.
“Damn it all…!”
Chang Soo, wreathed in lightning, spat out a curse as the situation clearly displeased him.
I twisted my lips into a smirk at the sight of him.
“Getting scared now, are we?”
“You bastard!”
“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t resort to banditry. Didn’t your parents teach you that when you were young?”
“You crocodile of a man…!”
He surged forward as if to throw himself at me, but soon ground his teeth and gave up.
“Fine. I won’t forget this grudge. You’d better watch yourself on dark nights.”
“For someone of your caliber, that’s a rather crude threat. Sounds like something a back-alley thug would say.”
“Hmph!”
Crackle!
Chang Soo snorted derisively, unleashing lightning from every inch of his body.
I retreated several steps to avoid being caught in it.
He seized the opportunity and bolted backward immediately.
His speed was nothing short of lightning itself.
“Farewell, you damned fool…!”
“Haha. And just where do you think you’re going?”
It was that very moment.
Chang Soo’s eyes widened.
Without any warning, a boy now stood directly in his path.
“Get out of my way!”
His face twisted in fury as he thrust his spear toward the boy.
He needed to escape quickly and had no intention of wasting time on some mere youth.
But before his spear could even reach the boy.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—crack!
“!?”
The arm holding the spear flew clean off.
The speed had been utterly invisible.
Chang Soo blinked, unable to comprehend what had happened.
Yet.
“You can’t just come to someone else’s establishment, cause a ruckus, and leave as if nothing happened.”
Boom!
With the boy’s cold voice, his consciousness was sent flying into the distance.
The boy who had severed his arm seized Chang Soo by the collar and drove him headfirst into the ground.
A shocking turn of events that unfolded in the blink of an eye.
“…”
Everyone stood with gaping mouths, witnessing the spectacle.
It was a terrifyingly brutal attack—far too vicious to have come from what seemed like an unremarkable boy with no presence whatsoever.
Most of those gathered here hadn’t even been able to follow the boy’s movements with their eyes.
“Clean this up.”
The boy dusted off his hands with a few quick pats and spoke toward someone in the distance.
Immediately, a dozen or so martial artists rushed onto the Battlefield and began sweeping away the remaining enemies.
It was nothing short of one-sided slaughter.
Each of them possessed strength at least approaching the pinnacle realm.
The strongest among them seemed scarcely inferior even when compared to Chang Soo, who had just been subdued.
‘So this is the true force that the Dark Emperor has cultivated.’
And I had a strong sense that this was far from the end.
It would hardly be surprising if someone who was one of the Thirteen Venerables and effectively the master of the Black Market was hiding something even more formidable.
It was precisely as I was thinking this.
The boy delegated the cleanup and approached me with a broad grin.
“We meet again, guest.”
“….”
“It seems the Black Market has incurred quite a debt to you this time.”
He smiled widely and spoke as if making a proclamation to those around him.
“Guest… or rather, Jin Muyeol. I express my gratitude to you in the name of So Yeon-u, the Dark Emperor.”
“…!”
Those who heard these words widened their eyes in astonishment.

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