The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 64

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 64

“W-what in the world!?”
Everyone couldn’t help but be shocked.
When a person goes flying right before your eyes, anyone would react that way.
Especially those with lower martial cultivation.
The Iron Sword Gate Master stared at his fallen subordinates before him with a startled expression.
While not all first-rate, they were at least second-rate martial artists.
Yet they fell without even a chance to resist, defeated in a single strike.
That meant the opponent was a master beyond his imagination.
The Iron Sword Gate Master asked with evident bewilderment.
“Who… who are you?”
“Jin Muyeol of the Bukcheon Sword Family.”
“The Swift Wind Divine Dragon!”
A startled voice erupted from their side.
I spoke to them with a composed expression.
“If you wish to continue, I won’t stop you. But understand that this mercy is the last you’ll receive.”
In truth, I had not taken the lives of those who came at me.
I had merely struck them forcefully into unconsciousness.
But if they pressed further, I was warning them that I would now unleash true killing intent.
Understanding my meaning, the Iron Sword Gate Master spoke in a hardened voice.
“Is the Bukcheon Sword Family also targeting Miss So?”
“I find that distasteful, so I’d prefer not to be grouped with the likes of you.”
With those words, I drew my blade.
Shing.
A chilling aura began to swirl between us.
Realizing this was the influence of killing intent, the Iron Sword Gate Master cried out in alarm.
“N-no such intention! Let’s go!”
They hastily gathered their unconscious disciples and fled the scene.
I let out a light sigh and turned my body toward the Jinwon Sect.
They all blinked their eyes in apparent bewilderment.
“The situation seemed urgent, so I intervened. If it was unwelcome meddling, I ask your forgiveness.”
“…No. Thanks to you, we were able to overcome this crisis.”
The Jin Won Gate Master spoke thus, his demeanor noticeably softened.
“But might I ask what brings the Swift Wind Divine Dragon to seek out my daughter?”
“As I told the Iron Sword Gate Master, I did not come to court her.”
“Then?”
“I simply wish to meet Miss So and have a conversation. Primarily about…”
[Her innate Heavenly Slayer constitution.]
“…!”
I sent a subtle transmission of thought, and Jin Won Gate Master flinched.
He seemed to have truly grasped why I had come.
He pondered for a moment before letting out a sigh.
“Come inside. I will arrange for you to meet Hye-rim.”
I followed his guidance and entered the Jinwon Sect.

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As I sipped tea in the reception room, So Jin-tae, the Jin Won Gate Master, appeared with his daughter So Hye-rim.
‘She looks far younger than I remembered.’
So Hye-rim’s impression differed greatly from what I recalled.
The murderous aura that had once enveloped her entire being was gone, as were the tears of blood she had always shed.
She was merely a girl with a slightly gloomy and timid demeanor.
I rose from my seat and clasped my fist in salute to her.
“It is an honor to meet you, Miss So. I am Jin Muyeol, the Young Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family.”
“I’m So Hye-rim.”
The greeting ended there.
We sat facing each other and regarded one another in silence.
So Jin-tae was the first to speak.
“…First, I have something I wish to ask you.”
“Please, speak freely.”
“How did you discover that my daughter is… that?”
So Jin-tae spoke in a hushed voice despite having closed the door securely.
His reaction was extraordinarily cautious.
Understandably so.
The Heavenly Killing Star.
Among most martial artists and common folk, it was treated as mere legend, but those who knew the Heavenly Killing Star was real would do everything in their power to prevent its descent.
Even if it meant killing the Heavenly Killing Star itself.
So as a father unwilling to lose his daughter, he had no choice but to react this way.
I paused briefly before speaking.
“First, can you swear that you will keep the secret I am about to share?”
“Of course.”
“If this information leaks, certain forces may silence the entire Jinwon Sect to cover their tracks. Consider that before you answer.”
“…!”
So Jin-tae seemed startled for a moment, but soon gathered himself and replied.
“I swear it upon my name and before heaven.”
“Very well. Then allow me to explain. I am currently in conflict with an organization called Black Night City.”
“Black Night City?”
“A shadow force operating behind the scenes of the martial world. They are also the ones who sought to seize my family, the Bukcheon Sword Family.”
“…!”
I briefly explained the atrocities these people had committed.
With each word, shock rippled across both their faces in waves.
They had never imagined such a force could exist in the current martial world.
“And recently, while investigating them, I uncovered crucial information—they’re scheming to secure the Heavenly Slaughter Constitution. That’s what I discovered.”
“Surely not!”
“Yes. It’s likely exactly as you suspect. They know about So Hye-rim’s constitution and are targeting her. This is merely my conjecture, but the recent surge of people approaching her must be their preparatory work. I came ahead to prevent their plans from succeeding.”
“…!”
So Jin-tae, the Gate Master, looked utterly dumbfounded.
In contrast, So Hye-rim trembled violently, fear consuming her entire body.
I observed them both for a moment.
Honestly, it would be difficult to accept.
I understand that.
How terrifying it must be to learn that an unknown, colossal hidden force is targeting you.
But precisely because of that, I believed the truth had to be conveyed.
After a brief silence.
So Hye-rim carefully opened her mouth.
“Then… did you come to save me?”
“You could say that, yes.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s impossible.”
She spoke with bitter resignation.
“You might be able to hide me from that Black Night Fortress. But you cannot cure my Heavenly Slaughter constitution. If that’s the case, eventually I will cause a tragedy.”
“…Are you still struggling to suppress the urge now?”
“Since you know everything, I’ll tell you. From childhood, I’ve had an instinct to kill things. At first, it was ants. Then frogs that emerged on rainy days, followed by small animals like rabbits and cats. And eventually, that murderous impulse turned toward humans.”
A sinister light flickered in her eyes.
“It happened when I was twelve. I was training in martial arts to become the successor of Jinwon Sect. Then a sparring match was arranged with an elder from the same sect. Do you know what happened then?”
“Please tell me.”
“I nearly killed him.”
“…!”
“He should have been stronger than me, yet I could clearly see how to end his life. I moved by instinct and easily subdued someone twenty years my senior. But I didn’t stop at subduing him.”
“You intended to kill him.”
“Yes. I suddenly felt compelled to do so. If my father hadn’t intervened and stopped me, I would have killed him.”
It was a calm confession.
She gazed at me with a face that seemed almost cold.
“After that, I stopped training in martial arts. I didn’t want such a thing to happen again. But… even so, unbearable murderous impulses surge through me at times. Each time, I would secretly climb the mountains and hunt animals. So this killing intent wouldn’t be directed at humans.”
She exhaled softly and continued.
“Honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. Can you help someone like me? And if you cannot… will you kill me instead?”
“H-Hye-rim!”
So Jin-tae cried out in alarm, but So Hye-rim did not stop.
She fixed me with an intense gaze, as though desperately seeking an answer.
“If I remain alive, I could become a calamity even without being taken to that Black Night Fortress. But….”
“Are you asking me to kill you?”
The words that escaped my lips were chillingly cold, even to my own ears.
So Hye-rim nodded quietly. It was the response of someone utterly exhausted.
“Very well. I shall ensure that you can harm no one else.”
“You!”
So Jin-tae immediately surged forward as if to draw his weapon.
He seemed to believe I intended to harm So Hye-rim.
I raised my hand to stop him and continued speaking.
“But first, there is something I wish to ask.”
“What is it?”
“If you could control the Heavenly Killing Star as you wished, what would you do afterward?”
“…!”
So Hye-rim’s eyes deepened, as if she had never considered such a question.

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“Damn it all!”
The Iron Sword Gate Master, having returned to his headquarters, swept a table aside in frustration.
Crash!
The documents scattered across its surface flew everywhere in disarray, but he paid no mind.
“That young bastard dares!”
Naturally, his curses were directed at Jin Muyeol.
The one who had just beaten down his subordinates and told them to leave.
He found it humiliating that he had retreated without resistance.
For now, the difference in strength left him powerless, but now all he felt was rage.
‘Should I have just charged in? There were only two of them, after all.’
Regret washed over him.
In any case, the enemy was small in number.
Yet he had brought over thirty soldiers with him.
If they had fought well, couldn’t they have defeated those two?
‘No, honestly, I wasn’t confident we could win.’
As his head cooled, he realized that thought was mistaken.
The one called Wind God Dragon—the way he had subdued his subordinates in a single strike.
That skill was far beyond anything they could handle.
Had they charged, they would have truly shed blood that day.
Even if they somehow managed to win, there was another problem.
‘The opponent is the Young Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family. Even if we succeeded in eliminating him, the Bukcheon Sword Family would never let us go.’
At the very least, they would be unable to operate further in Shanxi Province.
Remaining here would result in nothing less than the complete destruction of the sect.
However, the Iron Sword Sect lacked the resources to relocate and start anew elsewhere.
In many ways, the retreat we made earlier had been the right decision.
“Damn it. Why is the Wind God’s Divine Dragon here of all places….”
He muttered under his breath.
His tone carried a fresh sense of grievance.
But that was when it happened.
“The Wind God’s Divine Dragon? Are you referring to Jin Muyeol, the young master of the Bukcheon Sword Family?”
“Gasp!”
Someone appeared inside his Administrative Office.
No, “appeared” was the wrong word.
The person had already been inside from the beginning.
“Who, who are you! How did you get into my Administrative Office…. Ugh!?”
But the Iron Sword Gate Master couldn’t finish his sentence.
The intruder had seized his face with both hands and lifted him up in an instant.
Terror flooded his eyes.
If the person applied even the slightest pressure, his face would be crushed like paper.
His jawbone and teeth would shatter, leaving him unable to chew food.
The Iron Sword Gate Master spoke with a more respectful and trembling voice.
“Who… who are you, sir.”
“That’s none of your concern.”
The one gripping both of the Iron Sword Gate Master’s cheeks spoke with cold, piercing eyes.
“Why is the Bukcheon Sword Family’s Wind God’s Divine Dragon here?”
“That, that is….”
“Tell me everything you know, or I’ll kill you.”
In the end, the Iron Sword Gate Master had no choice but to reveal everything that had just transpired.
The Assassin who heard the story, the Hundred-Face Killer Yu Hoe, wore a sinister smile.
“Both targets in one place.”
He didn’t know how it had happened, but this was an opportunity.
‘I’ll need to change my plan.’

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