The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 83

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 83

“How dare you!”
The Middle-aged Archer roared and unleashed an arrow directly at me.
Whoosh!
The arrow’s momentum was formidable as it cleaved through the air, but unfortunately for him, we possessed an overwhelming elemental advantage.
Whiiiing!
“!?”
A torrent of golden wind surged forth, shattering the arrow’s trajectory.
I effortlessly bisected the now-sluggish projectile.
He recoiled in shock.
“What trickery is this! Manipulating the wind itself—are you casting some kind of sorcery!?”
“Well, you’re not entirely wrong.”
The Windgod Sword Art appeared far closer to sorcery than martial technique, after all.
From the very beginning, I had inherited the raw instinct and talent of the Windgod—a being born against astronomical odds, a creature of impossible power and chaos.
I paid him no mind and unleashed a cutting strike in his direction.
Screech!
By the narrowest margin, my blade missed him and erupted against a tree instead.
The massive trunk slowly tilted before crashing down into the midst of the enemy formation.
Boom!
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Several enemies who failed to notice the falling tree cried out as it crushed them.
I twisted my lips into a smirk and spoke to the archer.
“Let’s see how long you can keep running.”
“You bastard…!”
The archer glared at me with blazing eyes before shouting.
“Twin Serpents! Stop watching and help me eliminate this wretch!”
Two martial artists who had been waiting for their opening rushed toward me from behind.
They were twins clad in martial robes of different colors.
One wielded a sword, the other a saber, as they charged at me in unison.
Individually, they possessed peak-tier mastery.
Clang-clang-clang!
I parried their combined assault without difficulty.
‘Quite formidable.’
While neither could match the Johwa Realm individually, their combined strength generated power equivalent to that level.
Whoosh!
And still those arrows continued to rain down, targeting only me.
In a one-on-one duel, I could overwhelm them with my wind mastery, but in this three-against-one scenario, I could not afford such luxury.
I had no choice but to activate the Yaksha Transformation.
The Vajra Yaksha Energy within my body surged more vibrantly, and golden radiance spread in gentle waves throughout my form.
Simultaneously, my senses sharpened to an extraordinary degree.
In that same instant, it resonated with the Windgod Sword, elevating my perception to a realm where I could see every trajectory of my opponent.
“Hah!”
I channeled the raging energy into my blade and unleashed it in a sweeping arc.
Gale Slash!
Boom, boom, boom, boom, crash!
“Ugh!?”
The two martial artists who had been attempting consecutive combined strikes against me were caught in the maelstrom of my technique.
Splash, splash, splash, splash!
Fountains of blood erupted from their entire bodies.
Hundreds of sword qi hidden within the Gale Slash had shredded them to ribbons.
-Now.
I unleashed a razor-sharp cutting strike toward them.
Their bodies, now tattered and mangled, attempted to react too late—it was meaningless.
Slice!
Both their heads flew skyward.
“What in the—!”
The archer’s eyes widened as he watched the subordinates he had summoned fall.
Now there was nothing standing between him and me.
Even if he tried to call for reinforcements, they were all occupied—pinned down by Moyong Hyun-rak and Dang Ye-rin’s group.
No one could come to his aid.
I stomped down with all my might on the Windgod Step and charged toward him.
“Impossible!”
Rather than accept his fate, he retreated and fired his bow at me.
This strike carried considerable power—perhaps his ultimate technique.
It was as though I could see the phantom of a hawk diving to claim its prey.
But I remained unshaken, pouring strength into my sword hand.
Crash!
With a thunderous sound, the arrow shattered.
“You should have faced Moyong Hyun-rak instead.”
Of all the misfortune—to be matched against me, who wielded the Windgod Sword, creating the worst possible compatibility for an archer.
But that too was a path he had chosen.
I closed in on him and severed his neck with all my might.
Gale Wind Beheading.
Splash, splash, splash, splash!
Blood scattered as his head flew into the sky.
Even in his final moments, he seemed unable to comprehend that he was dying.
“Phew.”
I caught my breath lightly.
I still had some time left before the Yaksha Transformation would wear off.
But once it ended, the backlash would inevitably come.
I had to eliminate the remaining attackers before that happened.
Whoooosh!
A devastating slash erupted from the Windgod Sword, striking down the assailants from behind.
“Damn it!”
The one among them who appeared to have reached the highest realm spat out a curse.
It seemed they had realized there was no chance of victory.
“Retreat!”
They scattered in all directions, fleeing to maximize their chances of survival.
“Great Hero.”
“Right.”
We exchanged glances and pursued them, continuing the hunt.
But in the end, those who fled fastest managed to escape our grasp.
A long exhale escaped my lips.
As the battle ended, exhaustion washed over me.
I activated the Bukcheon Divine Art to restore my vitality and made my way back to where I had started.
There, Dang Ye-rin and her guards awaited me.
Among them, the guard named Dae Ho clasped his fists in salute.
“Thank you for helping our young lady. Minor Hero.”
“Not at all. It was only natural as a friend and companion.”
I turned my head toward Dang Ye-rin.
“Young Lady, what will you do now? Given that the letter itself was a trap set by enemies, I suspect the Sichuan First Sword should be unharmed.”
“Indeed. Sigh. I never imagined they would set such a trap.”
“They likely planned to kidnap you and use you as leverage to pressure the Sichuan First Sword.”
Had I not been with her, she would have fallen into their hands without resistance.
Dang Ye-rin and her two guards alone could not have withstood such a force.
I was beginning to understand how the Sichuan First Sword had been defeated in my first life.
Perhaps she had been taken hostage in exactly this manner by those from Black Night Fortress.
“We could return within a few days from here.”
“Hmm. No, actually, let’s just continue to Sichuan while we’re at it. The distance from here back to Sanseo or to Sichuan isn’t that different anyway, is it?”
“That’s true enough.”
“But we should burn this letter here. And since there might be additional attacks, let’s move as quickly as possible.”
She spoke thus and produced flint, burning the letter.
Worried that the clothes holding the letter might have been marked with a thousand-li tracking scent, she changed into fresh garments and burned her old clothes as well.
“Well then, let’s be on our way.”
Dang Ye-rin, now dressed in clean new clothes, spoke.
We nodded and rushed toward Sichuan.

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A few days later.
We finally entered the Sichuan Provincial Capital.
I remained vigilant, half-expecting another ambush, but nothing came.
It was likely because we had burned the letter bearing the Thousand-Mile Fragrant Scent—without it, they had no way to track us.
‘Or perhaps they were wary of our strength and didn’t dare send reinforcements.’
Hastily dispatching troops could have resulted in the same devastating losses as before.
Either way, both possibilities seemed plausible.
“This is Tang Family Village.”
We had arrived at the renowned ancestral settlement of the Dang Family.
Dang Ye-rin smiled brightly as she guided us through the village.
“It’s Miss Ye-rin.”
“Has she finally returned?”
“Who is that young man beside her?”
Whispers of recognition rippled through the streets as we passed.
But Dang Ye-rin paid them no mind, leading us directly toward the main house.
‘This is the Sichuan Dang Family.’
Across both my past and present lives, this was my first direct visit.
In my previous life, the relationship between the Bukcheon Sword Family and the Sichuan Dang Family had been strained, so I never had the opportunity; in this life, circumstances simply hadn’t allowed it until now.
‘The scale is absolutely staggering.’
I had sensed it even when viewing the village-like settlement of Tang Family Village, but…
the Sichuan Dang Family’s magnitude was truly immense.
The main house alone was easily twice the size of the Bukcheon Sword Family’s.
‘Of course it would be.’
The Sichuan Dang Family was renowned as one of the Five Great Clans, rivaling the Namgung Clan in wealth and prosperity.
The Sichuan region had always been known for its abundance.
It was no accident that the Kingdom of Shu Han had been established here during the Three Kingdoms period.
Since the construction of the Dujiangyan irrigation system, Sichuan’s agricultural output had ranked among the highest in the Central Plains, and its silk and salt were legendary commodities.
‘Moreover, the Dang Family itself engaged in numerous profitable enterprises.’
While the martial world knew the Dang Family for poison and assassination techniques, beneath that reputation lay mastery of pharmaceuticals and metallurgical craftsmanship.
And both fields were exceptional at generating wealth.
Wherever one traveled, the mere mention of Dang Family-produced internal medicines or weapons commanded respect—the fortune they accumulated must be beyond imagination.
As we continued, we arrived at the entrance of the Dang Family Main House.
“We greet you, Miss.”
The gate guards, recognizing Dang Ye-rin from a distance, bowed respectfully.
Dang Ye-rin smiled warmly and acknowledged their greeting.
“It’s been a while. Please step aside and let us through.”
“Yes, Miss.”
The two guards courteously made way, creating a clear passage for us to enter.
Dang Ye-rin guided us to an elegant guest chamber and spoke to me.
“Please wait a moment. I’ll inform the family elders of our arrival and return shortly.”
“Of course. I understand.”
I nodded readily.
Soon after, Dang Ye-rin departed to meet with the family members.
Left alone together, we sipped tea and conversed.
“Great Master, compared to the Moyong Clan, what level would you say the Dang Family operates at?”
“In what sense are you asking?”
“In terms of scale and such things.”
“Hmm, in that regard at least, the Dang Family has a clear advantage. The Moyong Clan does have a village where the Moyongs gather, but it’s nowhere near as large as Tang Family Village. Besides, the facilities here appear far more refined. As for military strength, I’m uncertain… but I’d wager the Dang Family would prevail.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because the Moyong Clan—those fools are hollow inside. The lower ranks are decent enough, but the leadership? Nothing but incompetent idiots. A family led by such buffoons can’t possibly match this place’s strength.”
Anyone could see personal resentment seeping through his words.
Surely Moyong Hyun-rak’s poor relations with the Moyong Clan’s leadership were the source of such bitterness.
‘Given how severely he was discriminated against since childhood, it’s only natural.’
Thus we continued our discussion about the Dang Family.
Time passed in this manner.
“Are you Wind God Dragon Jin Muyeol and Blue-Eyed Sword Demon Moyong Hyun-rak?”
A martial artist radiating considerable presence arrived and clasped his fists in greeting.
I rose from my seat and replied.
“We are.”
“The Family Head requests your presence. Please follow me.”
Moyong Hyun-rak and I exchanged a glance before following the martial artist.
The distance from the guest chamber to the Family Head’s Administrative Office was considerable, so we walked for some time before arriving.
“We have arrived.”
The martial artist bowed and opened the door.
Within stood a middle-aged man radiating tremendous presence, and a noblewoman just reaching the pinnacle of her power.
However.
-Muyeol. Be careful. That woman is an extraordinary master.
The Sword Spirit’s warning was directed not at the middle-aged man, but at the noblewoman who appeared younger than him.
Simultaneously, I too detected a peculiar dissonance emanating from her.
I immediately grasped her identity and clasped my fists in respect.
“Jin Muyeol of the Bukcheon Sword Family pays respects to the Family Head of the Sichuan Dang Family and the Sichuan First Sword.”
“…Interesting?”
At that, an amused smile bloomed across the noblewoman’s face.
A soft rustling sound.
Before I could even register it, she had closed the distance in an instant.
Accompanied by a sharp, floral fragrance.
The noblewoman—no, the Sichuan First Sword—gazed directly at me and asked.
“How did you know?”

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