The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 78

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 78

Everyone held their breath, watching the standoff unfold.
My Great-Uncle, the Swift Wind Divine Sword Jin Ho-geon.
And the old man facing him—the White Bone Old Demon Ghost Spirit.
Both were masters of the Heavenly Martial Realm, possessing the power and influence to shake the entire martial world of Sanseo.
If they fought here, it would undoubtedly cause tremendous chaos.
That’s why we all subtly placed our hands on our weapons.
We needed to be ready to respond instantly if battle erupted.
In that tense moment, my Great-Uncle let out a hearty laugh and spoke.
“I thought you’d disappeared somewhere since I hadn’t seen you in ages, but it seems you’re still alive.”
“That’s what I should be saying. You’re the one who went into seclusion for over a decade before showing your face now.”
“Heh heh. Unlike you, I was burdened with a noble task. Though I’ve finally been freed from it thanks to my grand-nephew.”
“A noble task?”
“Indeed. Anyway, the fact that you’re revealing yourself now means you’ve healed the wounds you sustained from your fight with Ho-young, doesn’t it?”
Ho-young referred to Jin Ho-young—my grandfather and the previous Patriarch.
In the past, the White Bone Old Demon had suffered grievous wounds in that battle, driven nearly to death.
Yet this seemed to strike a nerve, as the White Bone Old Demon’s expression twisted.
“Yes. So what of it?”
“Kukuk, I merely wish to warn you. If you don’t want to be beaten to a pulp like last time, abandon this pathetic jest at once.”
“What? Jin Ho-geon, are you truly seeking death?”
Kuguguguong!
In an instant, tremendous malevolent energy erupted from the White Bone Old Demon’s body.
Merely facing it sent a chilling dread through my legs.
Yet my Great-Uncle didn’t even blink as he replied.
“I’m afraid I’m not joking.”
“What?”
“You invited my grand-nephew here with the intention of killing him. Isn’t that so?”
“…!”
“Therefore, I am extremely angry. I would gladly draw my sword right now and shatter that skull of yours, leaving nothing but bone fragments. Yet I refrain. Do you know why?”
“Hmph. You must be afraid. Worried that perhaps during these ten years I’ve unseen, I’ve reached the Boundless Realm first.”
“Kukuk. What nonsense you speak. There was a time when you couldn’t even meet the gaze of my brother and me, and now you speak of the Boundless Realm?”
My Great-Uncle scoffed derisively before continuing in a cold voice.
“The reason I’m not killing you immediately is simply because I’ve considered the repercussions that would follow.”
“Repercussions?”
“Indeed. Regardless of appearances, you’ve gathered the heterodox sects from across Sanseo and formed an alliance, have you not? Then it’s only fair to call you the leader of a faction. If I, Elder Won-ju of the Bukcheon Sword Family, were to attack you, war would break out. War between the Bukcheon Sword Family and the rest of the heterodox rabble.”
“….”
“That is why I’ve treated you with the utmost restraint, seeking a path with minimal bloodshed. Now do you understand? So abandon this ridiculous charade of being a heterodox sect master, leave Sanseo, and never show your face again. That is the only mercy I can afford you.”
The White Bone Old Demon’s expression hardened as he listened.
“Mercy? Did you just say mercy?”
“Yes.”
“How absurd. You cannot offer me mercy. Mercy is something the strong bestow upon the weak. Do you still believe you and your brothers stand above me?”
“You speak the obvious. You are beneath us.”
“Nonsense! That is merely your delusion, clinging to the past. Do you know how I spent these ten years?”
“I don’t care. You probably just trained while consumed by your thirst for revenge.”
“Yes. I made relentless efforts to reach the Boundless Realm. And I achieved considerable results. You brothers are no longer my match.”
-Mu-yeol. Be careful. That bastard intends to fight now.
The moment the Sword Spirit finished speaking, the White Bone Old Demon declared in a chilling voice.
“I shall prove it here.”
“…!”
Shhhhhhh!
Malevolent energy erupted from his body, seizing control of the space itself.
“Everyone, withdraw from this place! His Intent Absolute Technique is unfolding!”
Great-Uncle’s lion’s roar pushed back against the White Bone Old Demon’s aura.
Yet it could not completely suppress the crazed energy radiating from him.
Then.
“White Bone Yellow Spring Realm.”
As the White Bone Old Demon murmured those final words, an astonishing sight unfolded.
The surrounding landscape transformed grotesquely, as though saturated by the White Bone Old Demon’s essence.
Grass withered, and the Meeting Hall began deteriorating at an accelerated pace.
The once-clear azure sky took on a reddish hue like dusk, and the entire space became saturated with malevolent and deathly energy.
Simultaneously, my entire body grew heavy as if drenched in water.
“This is…!”
Dang Ye-rin’s eyes widened in shock and astonishment.
I too drew my sword with a hardened expression. This was unmistakably extraordinary.
‘Has he deployed a formation technique?’
With each breath I took, malevolent energy clung to my body, refusing to dissipate.
It felt as though invisible bones were dragging me down.
This was certainly no ordinary martial technique.
Truthfully, experiencing this for the first time left me uncertain how to respond.
Then, observing the situation, the Sword Spirit offered an explanation.
-It’s no formation technique. That White Bone Old Demon’s Intent Absolute Technique.
‘Intent Absolute Technique?’
-Warriors who enter the Johwa Realm achieve unity of essence, energy, and spirit, opening the upper dantian to imbue their actions with intent. Those who advance further to the Heavenly Martial Realm can weave together all the martial prowess accumulated throughout their lives into a single technique.
‘Is that what you mean by Intent Absolute Technique?’
-Precisely. Through intent, one distorts the laws of nature and imprints their existence upon this world. That is the Intent Absolute Technique—a miracle visible only to the rarest of masters who have reached enlightenment.
‘Such…!’
I stared at the White Bone Old Demon with an expression of astonishment.
Across both my lives, this was the first time I had ever encountered such an Intent Absolute Technique.
At that time, I hadn’t yet transcended the Johwa Realm.
I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams that I would be capable of such feats in the next realm of cultivation.
-Now is not the time to be astonished. If you remain here any longer, you’ll continue to be ensnared by that creature’s techniques. Leave this to your Great-Uncle and withdraw from this position!
The Senior’s words jolted me back to clarity.
“Everyone, this way!”
I infused my voice with qi and barked the command at my companions, who stood frozen in shock just as I had been, awakening them from their stupor.
My comrades quickly gathered around me.
My Great-Uncle, sword drawn, spoke without taking his eyes off the enemy.
“Well done! I shall deal with this creature. The rest of you handle the others!”
“But, Elder…!”
Dang Ye-rin cried out in protest, but her words were cut short by my Great-Uncle’s declaration.
“Do not worry. This creature is not the only one capable of such tricks.”
He smiled wickedly and swung his sword, which was wrapped in a tempest of wind.
“Let us see what you can do!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Crash!
In that instant, several massive vortices erupted, beginning to devastate the surrounding area.
…!
We realized that the oppressive force bearing down upon us had suddenly diminished.
My Great-Uncle’s sword strike had shattered the White Bone Old Demon’s will that dominated the space, severing its connection.
“Truly, the greatest swordsman of this era…! You are indeed magnificent.”
Jin Seo-hong, the Iron Blood Sword Captain, spoke in a tone of genuine admiration.
His eyes gleamed brilliantly.
It seemed he was expressing sincere respect toward my Great-Uncle.
But there was no time for such pleasantries.
I could not know when the White Bone Old Demon’s aura would crush us again.
I spoke to my Great-Uncle in a serious voice.
“Great-Uncle, I trust you.”
“Good. Trust in me.”
My Great-Uncle smiled wickedly in response and charged toward the White Bone Old Demon.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang!
The collision of the two unleashed a deafening roar that seemed to tear the very fabric of space.
I turned to my companions who had come with me.
“Let us go.”
While my Great-Uncle engaged the White Bone Old Demon.
We had to dismantle the Shanxi Heterodox Alliance.

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Crash!
As we burst through the door, countless Evil Faction members greeted us with drawn weapons.
It seemed the commotion inside had already been discovered.
But this much we had anticipated.
It would be absurd to claim ignorance when such a disturbance erupted so close by.
“You fools! Don’t even think of leaving this place alive!”
Ho Won-mun, who had slipped outside at some point, leveled his blade at us and roared.
The atmosphere on their side was equally desperate.
And with good reason.
Originally, they would have either killed me for accepting their invitation and ended things cleanly, or if I had refused, they would have dismissed it casually, reinforced their unity, and concluded the matter.
Instead, their supreme masters had suddenly clashed in a life-or-death struggle.
For those leading this alliance, it must be maddening.
But that was merely the concern of those at the top.
The minor and mid-tier Evil Faction members gathered here had different thoughts—they merely wondered if there were scraps to be had.
So I called out to them.
“Representatives of each sect gathered here, listen well!”
As I infused my voice with inner energy, all eyes turned toward me in shock.
I met their gaze and spoke plainly.
“I know you’re all confused right now! You must be thinking you came here for nothing and got caught up in this pointless conflict.”
“…!”
“I understand. Were I in your position, I would think the same. So I propose this: if you stand aside and do not interfere with us, I will hold none of you accountable!”
At my words, many Evil Faction members exchanged glances.
They truly had no desire to fight.
The reason was simple—even if they won here, they would still have to face war with the Bukcheon Sword Family afterward.
Regardless of the outcome, their losses were inevitable.
So they hesitated.
“You idiots! Don’t be swayed by his words! If the Shanxi Heterodox Alliance dissolves, do you think scum like you will even be able to breathe properly in Shanxi Province?”
Ho Won-mun bellowed at the wavering Evil Faction members.
His voice was desperate.
From his position, he had to keep these Evil Faction members under control by any means.
I smirked at Ho Won-mun.
“Scared, are you?”
“What?”
“Of course you are. Without overwhelming numbers, someone of your caliber couldn’t possibly touch us. I understand your position.”
“You insolent brat….”
“If you want to deny it.”
I raised the Windgod Sword and pointed it at Ho Won-mun.
“Prove it with your strength.”
“…!”
“If you can, that is.”
Whoosh!
I planted my feet firmly against the ground and unleashed my blade toward Ho Won-mun with every ounce of strength I possessed.
Boom!
A colossal gust of wind lashed across his entire body.

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