The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 47

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 47

“The Gale Divine Dragon? You’re referring to me?”
I asked the middle-aged man before me cautiously.
He smiled broadly and answered.
“Indeed. Who else in this place would bear such a title?”
“….”
“I’ve heard the tale of how you risked your life alone to lure away the demonic cultists to save your companions. Truly an inspiring story.”
“Thank you.”
“And your swordsmanship and movement techniques evoke the image of a gale itself, they say. A new dragon riding upon the wind! Thus, the Gale Divine Dragon. Does the name displease you?”
“Not at all. It’s simply my first time receiving such an epithet.”
In my previous life, I had never truly earned a proper title.
There were names people called me by, but they were closer to insults than honorable epithets.
Yet here I was, receiving such a legitimate title.
To be honest, it felt novel and pleasant.
“But who might you be, sir?”
“Ah, my apologies. I’ve been remiss in introducing myself. I am Ha Hu-ran.”
“The Demon Slayer Commander of the Martial Alliance.”
I already knew this man’s name.
Ha Hu-ran.
He held the position of Demon Slayer Commander within the Martial Alliance, and true to his title, he harbored a fierce antagonism toward demonic forces.
He was also a figure who had played a significant role in the Righteous-Demonic War that occurred in my previous life.
‘I think I understand why he’s sought me out.’
“As you likely already know, allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Jin Muyeol of the Bukcheon Sword Family.”
“Ha. A courteous young man indeed. I’ve come to ask you several questions. Can you answer them truthfully?”
“Of course.”
“Then let us move to a more private setting.”
We excused ourselves and relocated to another room.
In the reception hall within the Martial Alliance, Ha Hu-ran poured tea and asked his question.
“First, I want to commend you for your hardship. Fighting against the Blood Hand Demon Lord and his subordinates is no small feat. But do you know why they targeted you?”
“Honestly, I’m not certain about that.”
I answered without changing my expression.
My counterpart was a member of the Martial Alliance.
But we had not yet built a relationship of trust.
I had no desire to divulge information to someone who might potentially be a spy for the Black Night Fortress.
“What I can say with certainty is that I was indeed their target. The fact that they took the bait immediately when I provoked them is proof of that.”
“Hmm. I see. It’s possible those demons were also connected to the human trafficking organization you dismantled previously.”
Ha Hu-ran spoke thus and took a moment to sip his tea.
“My next question: do you have any suspicions about the identities of those who accompanied the Blood Hand Demon Lord?”
“I apologize, but I’m afraid I don’t know either. They were all unfamiliar faces to me.”
“According to reports, one of them was a red-haired youth wielding a blade, and the other was skeletal—skin and bones. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, I pride myself on knowing most information about the demonic cultivators, yet I can’t quite place who they are. I’ll need to think on it a bit longer.”
After a moment of contemplation, he posed his final question.
“One last thing—would you happen to know how you managed to escape?”
Beneath his calm tone lay the faintest hint of suspicion.
It was indeed strange that someone of my limited experience could flee from three masters of the Johwa Realm.
I remained composed and began my explanation slowly.
“I had scouted a location beforehand on my way there—a cliff with a waterfall. I lured them to that spot and collapsed the ground beneath us.”
“Such recklessness! How on earth did you survive?”
“As you know, the martial arts of the Bukcheon Sword Family command the wind. I expended all my power in mid-air, unleashing the Wind God Palm, and used its recoil to propel myself back up the cliff.”
“Is such a thing even possible?”
“If you wish, I could demonstrate it.”
I responded without hesitation, my confidence unwavering.
After all, every word was the absolute truth.
Ha Hu-ran looked momentarily astonished before nodding in understanding.
He exhaled lightly and spoke.
“Forgive my suspicion. I simply wanted to verify whether the scene and your testimony aligned.”
“You were aware of the scene’s condition?”
“A report came from the branch. It mentioned a collapsed cliff and the corpse of a skeletal demonic cultivator swept downstream. Now that I’ve heard your account, everything makes sense.”
“It seems he died from the fall off the cliff. Then the other two were never found?”
“That’s right. They apparently covered their tracks and fled without a trace. The branch is searching, but…”
“The branch’s forces won’t be able to capture those two. There’s a risk of casualties with no results. I’d recommend suspending the search.”
“You truly are an upright young man. The way you immediately concern yourself with others’ lives speaks volumes.”
Ha Hu-ran smiled warmly at this.
“That concludes my questions. Thanks to you, I could verify the scene once more. I’m grateful.”
“Not at all. It’s only natural that I should help.”
“Such courtesy. Ha ha. I’m growing quite fond of you. Let me escort you back to your seat.”
And so we returned to our original location.
“Enjoy yourself.”
Ha Hu-ran waved to me and departed. I bowed respectfully and took my seat at the prepared table.
“Brother, what were you discussing?”
“Nothing much. Just some details about what happened back then.”
“I’d like to hear about it too. What exactly occurred?”
Chung Yun asked with evident curiosity. I briefly recounted the events to him and the others seated at our table.
“Incredible!”
Their reaction was naturally one of shock.
Collapsing the cliff and immediately channeling palm force to rebound upward—it was a method that ordinary people could never conceive of, let alone execute. Chung Yun spoke in genuine admiration.
It was a method that an ordinary person could never replicate, or even think of in the first place. Chung Yun spoke in a voice of pure admiration.
“That’s truly remarkable. From the moment I witnessed that swift swordplay and lightness technique, I thought it was impressive… but it seems Jin Muyeol’s true strength lies in his exceptional situational awareness and quick reflexes.”
“I was fortunate. Had those men not let their guard down, or had they dodged even slightly earlier, I would have been the one taking the blow.”
“But it was Jin Muyeol’s skill that created that situation in the first place. Everyone will see it that way.”
Chung Yun glanced around as if seeking agreement, and the other youths, including Jin Cheon-hui, nodded in unison.
Their eyes shone with admiration directed at me.
I couldn’t help but smile wryly at their gazes.
In my first life, these same people had looked down on me without showing it, so this shift in their perception felt strangely moving.
But I suppose I’ll grow accustomed to it in time.
It was precisely as I was thinking this.
“This is ridiculous. Jin Muyeol, you accomplished something like that?”
A dismissive voice called out from behind us.
We turned to face the source of the voice.
He appeared to be either just before or barely past his twentieth year.
He was a sturdy young man with sharp, piercing eyes.
I sighed and called out his name.
“Eon Pyung-un. Is something the matter?”
His name was Eon Pyung-un.
He was the eldest son of the Jin Ju Eon Family, based in An Pyung of Ha Buk Province.
He was also someone with whom I had never been on good terms.
Why, you ask?
‘Because the Bukcheon Sword Family and the Jin Ju Eon Family have never been close at the family level.’
The two families competed for the position just below the Five Great Houses, unable to claim a place among them.
Moreover, the distance between the two families was close enough that you could touch noses if you fell forward.
There was no way their relationship could be good.
Naturally, such an atmosphere had influenced us of the younger generation as well.
“Of course there is. It makes no sense that you’d possess such ability.”
“Oh? You seem quite certain.”
“Obviously. Don’t you remember getting crushed in that sparring match three years ago?”
Eon Pyung-un said this with a sneer.
Three years ago.
For me, who had returned to the past, it was more than a decade ago.
‘It’s true that such an event did occur.’
My father had just been poisoned and was bedridden, and I had not yet become the family head.
We had met at some banquet and engaged in a sparring match.
The result was my defeat, as he said.
At that time, I was too distracted by my father’s illness to train properly, and the fact that he was several years older than me played a significant role.
‘It’s been so long that I don’t really think much about it…’
Yet bringing up something from three years ago at this moment seemed rather absurd.
But before I could say anything.
“Are you insulting Jin Muyeol right now?”
Chung Yun shot to his feet, his gaze piercing toward Eon Pyung-un.
It wasn’t just him. Jin Cheon-hui and all the other children of the Bukcheon Sword Family were staring at Eon Pyung-un as if they wanted to kill him.
It was Eon Pyung-un who was flustered by their reaction.
“Ah, no, I wasn’t trying to insult him…”
“Jin risked his life to save us all. If anyone dares to insult or belittle his accomplishments, I will not stand idle!”
Chung Yun spoke with genuine fury in his voice.
The attention of everyone nearby shifted toward us.
“What’s this? A fight?”
“One of them looks like Chung Yun, the instructor from Huashan Sect, but who’s the other one?”
“I think he’s Eon Pyung-un, the young master of the Jin Ju Eon Family.”
“Does anyone know what this is about?”
People began whispering as if they’d found entertainment.
Though they spoke quietly, my ears—enhanced by the Diamond Yaksha Divine Art and the Wind God’s technique—caught every word.
‘That’s quite touching, actually.’
To think he would stand up for me like that, when it wasn’t even his affair.
Is this what it means to be a righteous wanderer of Huashan Sect?
I felt a fresh wave of gratitude toward Chung Yun.
“Haha. What seems to be the matter?”
At that moment, a middle-aged man sensed the commotion and approached us, asking the question.
Upon seeing him, Eon Pyung-un gasped in surprise.
“Vice Alliance Master!”
The man’s identity was none other than Yu Jung-hak, the Vice Alliance Master of the Martial Alliance, also known as the Lightning Blade Master.
In my past life, he was a warrior who fell in the war against the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
I had only heard stories of him; this was my first time seeing his face in person.
I immediately clasped my fists in salute toward him.
“Jin Muyeol of the Bukcheon Sword Family greets the Vice Alliance Master.”
“Haha. I’ve heard of you. I understand you had quite an ordeal on your way here? You’ve endured much. Thanks to you, many lives were saved.”
“I’m grateful for such kind words.”
“Not at all. But perhaps you could explain what happened here?”
“Of course.”
I nodded and began my explanation.
I told him how Eon Pyung-un had suddenly approached us and started a quarrel while we were conversing among ourselves.
After hearing my account, I heard sounds of disapproval from those around us. It seemed Eon Pyung-un’s behavior appeared contemptible to them.
“That’s… that’s not it… I was simply curious whether this fellow could really accomplish such a feat…”
Eon Pyung-un stammered out his excuse, his face flushed red as a persimmon.
Yu Jung-hak laughed heartily upon seeing this.
“It’s all true. The reports have already reached the Alliance. In fact, the appearance of a child with such rare spirit of sacrifice has become quite the topic of conversation among us.”
“That can’t be…!”
Eon Pyung-un’s expression turned to one of despair.
He clearly hadn’t expected even the Vice Alliance Master to take my side.
But the man’s pride was piqued, and he glanced around before shouting.
“B-but isn’t this strange? How could anyone rise again from a cliff after being struck down by mere late-stage internal force? No matter how I think about it, I cannot comprehend it!”
“Indeed….”
“It is a difficult tale to believe.”
Among the spectators listening, several nodded in agreement.
Truth be told, if I had only heard the account without witnessing it myself, I would have found it equally unbelievable.
It was only possible because I possessed considerable internal force and the Wind God technique to manipulate the wind.
‘Hmm.’
What should I do?
I deliberated for a moment, but the answer was already decided.
This was, in a sense, an opportunity.
“Then why not test it directly?”
“What?”
I smiled toward Eon Pyung-un and spoke.
“Let us spar and see whether I can truly employ such force.”

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