The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 87

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 87

The Blue Star Sect.
A Taoist faction sect located in Sichuan, one of the Nine Great Sects and One Hundred Clans, and once a colossal power known as the Three Great Forces of Sichuan.
‘Though, after the Sichuan Sword Gate emerged, they became the Four Great Forces instead.’
Yet I couldn’t fathom why they would become troublesome over this.
Rather than demand an explanation, I fixed my gaze intently upon Dang Geuk.
Fortunately, Dang Geuk seemed disinclined to waste time and promptly elaborated.
“The Uyuan Sect we intend to attack is known to have been established by outer disciples of the Blue Star Sect. They maintain close contact with the Blue Star Sect’s main headquarters.”
“…!”
“Thus, should we forcibly suppress them through martial might, they will undoubtedly raise a commotion. Prior negotiation is necessary.”
I nodded at Dang Geuk’s words.
Indeed, if the situation was as he described, there seemed no way around it.
“What if the Blue Star Sect makes a fuss? There’s nothing they can do to us anyway. Why not simply crush them?”
Dang So-hye clicked her tongue dismissively as she spoke.
Of course, such words were befitting of one who could be counted among the Thirteen Venerables.
It was possible, certainly, but doing so risked driving relations between the Sichuan Dang Family and the Blue Star Sect to their nadir.
“Mother, I have already explained why that approach is unacceptable.”
Dang Geuk, too, deemed such a notion absurd and flatly rejected her proposal.
As a member of the Five Great Clans, the Sichuan Dang Family stood to gain nothing from conflict with the Blue Star Sect.
So long as they inhabited the same region of Sichuan, antagonizing such a power would prove exhausting for the clan.
And all the more so if they were fellow members of the Orthodox Faction.
Dang Geuk exhaled a weary sigh.
“I intend to send someone to the Blue Star Sect to explain the situation. Though whether they will believe us remains uncertain….”
“Would it be acceptable if I went?”
“What?”
Dang Geuk’s expression shifted to one of bewilderment at my proposal.
It seemed he had never anticipated such a suggestion from me.
“Why would you?”
“The Bukcheon Sword Family and the Sichuan Dang Family have sworn a blood oath. Thus, we must prove our usefulness as well.”
“You…!”
“And perhaps I may be capable of persuading the Blue Star Sect.”
I possessed knowledge of what they desired from the memories of my first life.
Should I dangle that as bait, the Blue Star Sect would have no choice but to hear us out.
Thus, I stepped forward myself.
“Are you sincere?”
“I am sincere.”
“Hmm….”
Dang Geuk fell into contemplation for a moment.
He seemed to doubt whether he should entrust such a task to someone as young and inexperienced as myself.
But he soon nodded his head.
“Good. Then I’ll leave this matter in your hands. If you need anything, just say the word.”
“Um, I’ll go with you too.”
At that moment, Dang Ye-rin spoke, looking toward Dang Geuk.
She quickly continued before her father could say anything.
“Still, someone from the Sichuan Dang Family has to go, right? It would be good to have at least one person representing the family.”
“But there’s no particular need for you to go….”
“Please, Father.”
“Sigh.”
At Dang Ye-rin’s words, Dang Geuk let out a sigh.
It seemed he had realized her resolve was firm.
He spoke to Dang Ye-rin with measured calm.
“Very well. I grant you permission. But if anything dangerous happens, don’t forget to withdraw immediately.”
“Yes.”
“Well, we’re just going to the Blue Star Sect—what danger could there be? Our precious granddaughter should gain experience from such an opportunity.”
Dang So-hye, sitting beside Dang Ye-rin, stroked her head affectionately as she spoke.
Dang Ye-rin smiled happily and looked toward Dang Geuk.
“I won’t disappoint you.”
“Good. I’m counting on you.”
Dang Geuk looked at me again and asked.
“When are you planning to depart?”
“I think it would be best to leave tomorrow.”
From the Dang Family to Qingcheng Mountain was a distance that even commoners could cover in about two days.
For martial artists like us, deploying our lightness technique meant we could make the journey in half a day.
But wasting time was not advisable.
So I said we would go at once.
“Hmm. Then so be it. I understand. I’m counting on you.”
“Yes.”
I nodded lightly and finished my meal.
And the next day.
Dang Ye-rin and I set out toward Qingcheng Mountain.
It was early in the morning.

* * *

The air atop Qingcheng Mountain carried a pleasant chill.
Compared to Sanseo, Sichuan was warmer, but since summer had not yet arrived, the coolness lingered.
As we climbed higher into the mountains, Dang Ye-rin posed a question.
“Young Master, is what you mentioned yesterday truly accurate?”
“What do you mean?”
“That you ascended to the Johwa Realm with Grandmother’s assistance.”
“It is the truth.”
I nodded in affirmation.
At this, Dang Ye-rin gazed at me with unmistakable envy in her eyes.
“You are truly remarkable, Young Master Jin.”
“I have simply been fortunate beyond most.”
“Fortune alone cannot account for such achievement. Surely brilliant talent and relentless effort lay beneath the surface.”
She spoke these words while clenching her fists tightly.
“I will not fall behind, I assure you.”
“With your determination, you will accomplish it swiftly.”
These were no empty platitudes.
In my first life.
After overcoming her injuries, Dang Ye-rin ascended to the Johwa Realm within mere years, doing so with absolute confidence.
From that point forward, she surpassed all other prominent candidates and earned recognition as Sichuan’s foremost rising talent.
My own advancement was simply unusually swift; reaching the Johwa Realm in one’s twenties alone was sufficient to warrant the title of genius without question.
Moreover, with me now as a rival, would she not burn even brighter with determination?
‘Well, it would be beneficial if she grew stronger.’
She was among the few I had acknowledged as true companions.
When such a person grew stronger, it meant the probability of her meeting an untimely demise diminished considerably.
From my perspective, this was decidedly advantageous.
I would have gladly offered assistance in her cultivation if circumstances permitted.
‘Though for now, I can only spare time for light counsel and sparring matches.’
It was precisely as I harbored these thoughts.
A rustling sound.
The Wind God Dragon alerted me to approaching presences from a distance.
“Please halt for a moment.”
Several young cultivators clad in the robes of the Blue Star Sect approached us.
Upon observing our appearance, they hesitated briefly before offering respectful salutations.
“Might we inquire as to your origins?”
“I am Jin Muyeol, Young Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family. This is….”
“Dang Ye-rin.”
“…!”
The Taoist Masters’ expressions shifted to one of astonishment.
We were far from ordinary visitors; our names had become quite renowned in these circles.
They addressed us with considerably greater deference than before.
“So you are the Wind God Dragon, the Sichuan First Sword. What brings you to visit the Blue Star Sect?”
“I’ve come to seek the Blue Star Sect’s consent on a matter. Could you guide us upward?”
“Hmm.”
They exchanged glances, their eyes communicating silently.
They were likely discussing the matter through voice transmission.
Soon, as if a conclusion had been reached, the most distinguished among them nodded and spoke.
“Of course. Please follow us.”
We were thus guided into the depths of the Blue Star Sect.
A Taoist Master had rushed ahead, so by the time we arrived, another figure was waiting to greet us.
A sharp-featured middle-aged Taoist Master regarded us and offered his salutation.
“Welcome. I am Chung Gwan, the pavilion master of the Baiyun Pavilion.”
“I am Jin Muyeol. This is Dang Ye-rin.”
“What business brings you both to our sect?”
“As I mentioned to the others, I’ve come to seek your sect’s consent on a matter. Might I meet with the sect leader?”
“Hmph!”
Chung Gwan’s brow furrowed, clearly displeased by my blunt request to meet the sect leader.
It was understandable, of course.
Regardless of my recent renown, I was merely a young cultivator in the late stages of my realm.
To the seasoned masters of the martial world, I was nothing more than a fledgling.
So it was natural for him to be offended when such a person demanded an audience with the sect leader.
But I paid it no mind.
“I have come to deliver a message from the Sichuan First Sword. Since this matter requires discretion, I hope you’ll understand that I cannot divulge the details beforehand.”
“A message from the Sichuan First Sword…”
Chung Gwan appeared momentarily taken aback.
Even the most obstinate would falter before the name of one of the Thirteen Venerables.
And if that name belonged to Dang So-hye, the Sichuan First Sword, all the more so.
She had shown me favor, but in truth, she was renowned for being eccentric and ill-tempered.
Not malicious, precisely—rather, she acted according to her whims.
If we were turned away at the gate, the Sichuan First Sword’s wrath could descend upon the Blue Star Sect.
In the end, Chung Gwan nodded in assent.
“Please wait a moment. I shall inform the sect leader.”
With that, he hurried away.
A short while later.
“This way, please.”
Chung Gwan, who had departed moments before, returned with far greater deference, guiding us forward.
We were led to an ornate hall deep within the Blue Star Sect.
A nameplate reading “Shangqing Palace” hung above its entrance.
“This is where the sect leader resides. Please enter.”
“Thank you for your guidance.”
We bowed slightly to him and stepped inside.
A middle-aged man with an immortal’s aura awaited us there.
“So you are the young ones who have brought word from the Sichuan First Sword?”
“Yes. We greet the Sect Master of the Blue Star Sect.”
“Heh heh. I am Pung Yang. It brings me joy to meet such promising young talents rising in these times.”
Pung Yang smiled broadly as he spoke.
Then his gaze fell upon me, and his eyes narrowed.
“But this is truly remarkable. I have heard several times that the Young Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family in Sanseo is a prodigy, but I never knew you had already reached the Johwa Realm at such an age.”
I was caught somewhat off guard.
Was this what it meant to face a Sect Master of one of the Nine Great Sects and One Hundred Clans?
The fact that he had discerned my transformed state at a glance was indeed remarkable. Yet I did not let this show on my face and simply bowed my head.
“Thank you for the praise.”
“Think nothing of it. I merely stated what is evident. And you, young lady, have also reached a realm quite exceptional for your age… Heh heh, it seems you shall both become great figures in time.”
Pung Yang continued his light praise with a smile, then asked.
“But tell me, what message did the Sichuan First Sword wish me to receive?”
“The Sichuan Sword Gate and the Sichuan Dang Family intend to attack the Uyuan Sect. We have come to seek the Sect Master’s prior consent.”
“The Uyuan Sect? For what reason?”
Pung Yang’s expression darkened slightly.
It was only natural—they had just announced an attack on one of his subordinate sects.
The fact that he had not immediately cursed them out spoke volumes about the depth of his cultivation.
“The Uyuan Sect wears the guise of an outer sect disciple of the Blue Star Sect, but they are in truth members of a shadow organization called the Black Night Fortress. They are plotting to plunge the martial world into chaos.”
“That is… frankly, difficult to believe. Do you have evidence of such claims?”
Pung Yang’s voice had become far sharper and more cutting than before.
This was a matter of vital interest to the Blue Star Sect’s authority.
Dang Ye-rin and I exchanged glances and nodded to each other.
“Of course. Once we raid the Uyuan Sect, we will obtain information proving their connection to the Black Night Fortress.”
“But what if you are wrong? Would you not then be persecuting an innocent sect without evidence? I cannot permit such a thing.”
“Sect Master. This is precisely why we need the Blue Star Sect’s aid. Since the Uyuan Sect is an outer sect of the Blue Star Sect, if they are truly innocent, there is no reason for blood to be spilled, is there not?”
“…”
“Therefore, we ask that the Blue Star Sect send support to help us subdue them. In doing so, we shall demonstrate our sincerity.”
“Sincerity?”
“Yes.”
This was the moment.
I realized that the true negotiation was about to begin, and I spoke with utmost gravity.
“If the Sect Master will aid us, we shall in turn help heal the Patriarch’s injury.”
“How… how could you possibly do that!?”
Shock flooded Pung Yang’s face—he had clearly not anticipated such a proposal.

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