The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 90

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 90

He immediately distanced himself from me.
His instincts were quite sharp.
The Windgod Sword had barely grazed past his neck.
Had he been even slightly slower, I could have severed his head.
“You bastard!”
“The two of you, please assist those outside. I will handle this one.”
I spoke to the two of them while keeping watch on the Woo Won Gate Master.
Dang Ye-rin and Chung Hwa exchanged glances before nodding in agreement.
“Young Master. We’ll leave this to you.”
“We’ll be back shortly!”
“I’m counting on you.”
The two of them left according to my words.
Chung Hwa was concerned about the disciples outside.
Dang Ye-rin understood my capabilities.
Thus, without hesitation, they chose to aid those outside rather than join forces with me.
It was an excellent decision.
“A mere whelp who hasn’t even dried the blood from his birth dares to….”
It seemed the Woo Won Gate Master interpreted my dismissal of the other two as an insult to him.
Grinding his teeth in fury, he wielded his blade savagely toward me.
The sword strike traced a serpentine path, rushing toward my throat.
Yet I, having already sensed it through the wind, simply stepped back lightly and evaded it.
What followed was my counterattack.
Whoosh!
Clang!
“Ugh!”
He barely managed to block my thrust in panic.
His eyes were filled with bewilderment.
My attack, which appeared to come from someone so young, was far more vicious than he had anticipated.
But it was only natural.
I was no longer the same as before, having broken through the Johwa Realm with the aid of the Sichuan First Sword.
I had achieved the unity of essence, energy, and spirit by pushing my body to its absolute limits.
That meant my upper dantian had opened, and I could now use will-force.
What is will-force?
It is the very will of a martial artist itself.
And will-force possessed a mystical property.
It could impose a martial artist’s will upon this world.
For example, the legendary realm known as Heart Becomes Blade, or the Formless Sword.
That too was a form of Intent Severance.
By strongly manifesting the intent to cut down an opponent, one could slay an enemy through willpower alone.
‘Though, most don’t bother with such methods since the efficiency is poor.’
Regardless, there existed an invisible yet towering wall between martial artists who had awakened Intent and those who had not.
I had crossed that very wall.
The opponent had done the same, or so they say….
‘But there’s no comparison between us.’
Even during my peak years, I had matched or surpassed the masters of the Johwa Realm in combat.
So now, could ordinary Johwa Realm masters truly stand against me?
Only those with exceptionally favorable matchups or those who had reached the highest echelons of the Johwa Realm could manage such a feat.
The Woo Won Gate Master I was currently facing did not appear to be among them.
“Die!”
Yet even a rotten Johwa Realm master wielded formidable attacks.
The sword infused with both Phantom Blade and Variable Sword techniques appeared to sweep from three directions simultaneously.
Had I relied solely on sight, it would have been extraordinarily difficult to counter.
But I possessed the Wind God Technique.
The flow of rushing wind revealed to me precisely where my opponent’s attacks were directed.
Thus I could defend without any difficulty.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
“No! How is this possible!?”
By then, it was the Woo Won Gate Master who expressed shock.
He had not anticipated his attacks being blocked so effortlessly.
I offered him a faint smile before suddenly drawing two hidden blades from my sleeve.
The Soulless Hidden Blade technique of the former King of Assassins unfolded, with the blades targeting his vital points.
He retreated hastily, attempting to shake off the blades.
But it proved futile.
I manipulated the wind through the Wind God Technique, warping the trajectories of the blades in grotesque patterns.
In the end.
Slash!
“Ugh!”
One blade carved across his left thigh.
The wound was shallow, but a wound nonetheless.
I pressed my sword forward immediately, not allowing him time to tend to his injury, overwhelming the Woo Won Gate Master.
Clang clang clang clang!
Blade met blade, and the surroundings descended into chaos.
He kicked at the scattered piles of documents beneath him, obscuring my vision.
Through the gap, a thrust pierced inward.
I twisted my body sideways to evade, then drew in a deep breath.
The power of the Vajra Yaksha Divine Art activated, golden radiance coalescing upon my blade.
Simultaneously, the Tempest Slash unfurled.
Crash! Boom! Boom!
A vicious gale of sword energy tore through the documents obscuring my vision and slammed Woo Won Gate Master against the opposite wall.
Crash!
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Sword marks were etched across his entire body.
It seemed my attack had landed properly.
The moment I recognized the opportunity, I unleashed my Heavenly Thread.
Whoosh!
The thread shot out sharply and wrapped around his legs.
Woo Won Gate Master immediately tried to slash through it with his blade.
“Haaaah!”
I pulled the Heavenly Thread with all my strength while swinging him around in the air.
Crash! Boom! Crash!
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Each time he collided with walls and furniture, he screamed.
‘Still hasn’t lost consciousness? Tough bastard.’
I approached him, who was groaning from the impact, and pressed down on his vital pressure point.
Woo Won Gate Master tried to resist, but when I infused deep inner energy, he couldn’t hold on and lost consciousness.
I carefully bound his limbs again to ensure he couldn’t move.
At this rate, even if he woke up, there would be no problem.
“Well then….”
I left him behind and stepped outside.
A chaotic battle was already unfolding there.
The Blue Star Sect warriors holding formation with their backs to each other, the Uyuan Sect disciples attempting to suppress them by any means, and Dang Ye-rin rampaging alone….
“Young Master!”
She looked at me and smiled brightly.
In contrast, the expressions of the Uyuan Sect disciples darkened.
My emergence unscathed meant their Gate Master had been subdued or killed.
“Let’s finish this quickly.”
“Yes!”
I activated the Vajra Demon God Technique and Bukcheon Divine Technique, unleashing a golden gale of sword energy.
Unable to withstand the wind slashes, over a dozen enemies were rendered combat-ineffective in an instant.
The enemies stared with their mouths agape at the sight.
But I was equally astonished.
I hadn’t realized my attack power had grown this formidable in one-against-many combat.
-I told you. The Wind God Technique is martial arts related to intent. By ascending to the Johwa Realm, you’ve become far more proficient with the Wind God Technique.
‘I see.’
My surprise was short-lived.
After hearing my Senior’s words, I grinned widely.
Either way, something good had happened to me, hadn’t it?
There was no reason to hesitate.
I swept through the enemy ranks with exhilaration, subduing the remaining disciples.
How much time had passed?
“They’re over here!”
I sensed more than two hundred martial artists approaching from a distance.
They were reinforcements sent by the Sichuan Dang Family and the Sichuan Sword Gate.
They had rushed to aid us after receiving the letter Dang Ye-rin had sent.
“Subdue the Uyuan Sect members and protect the young lady!”
Yet the moment they arrived with such momentum, they could only stand in shock.
“What!?”
The martial artists inside had already been dealt with by our hands.
With merely twenty-two people, we had completely occupied the Uyuan Sect—more than ten times our number.
“You’ve arrived late, Nok Un Dae-ju.”
“Ah, young lady. What in the world is this…?”
“While you were on your way, Young Master Jin here took care of everything.”
The martial artist called Nok Un Dae-ju stared at me with eyes wide in astonishment.
It was difficult for him to believe, naturally.
But whether he believed it or not, what had happened was real.
“Bind them all! Don’t let a single one escape!”
“Yes!”
They quickly regained their composure and began subduing the surviving Uyuan Sect disciples.
The Uyuan Sect incident concluded in this manner.

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News of the Uyuan Sect’s collapse spread across Sichuan Province overnight.
Many who heard the news were astonished.
The Uyuan Sect was larger than expected, ranking among the mid-tier sects of Sichuan….
But what truly shocked people was the identity of those who had attacked them.
“The Blue Star Sect, the Sichuan Dang Family, and the Sichuan Sword Gate joined forces to attack the Uyuan Sect?”
“No, that’s not quite right. The Sichuan Dang Family and Sichuan Sword Gate arrived late. By the time they got there, the Uyuan Sect had already been conquered.”
“Then the Blue Star Sect destroyed the Uyuan Sect? But why? Wasn’t the Uyuan Sect founded by their lay disciples?”
“From what I hear, the Blue Star Sect wasn’t even the main force. The Wind God Dragon was at the center of this whole affair.”
“The Wind God Dragon? Isn’t he the Young Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family? What’s his involvement?”
“Apparently, the Uyuan Sect had secretly allied with some suspicious organization. So the Wind God Dragon, who stands opposed to that organization, came personally to punish them.”
“A suspicious organization?”
I don’t really know what it is. I just heard rumors about it.”
Such talk spread throughout the region.
Information about the Black Night Fortress was originally classified.
We had kept it from the public, fearing the danger if such intelligence leaked out.
Yet this time, while the name itself remained unmentioned, details about the Black Night Fortress spread with unusual breadth.
This was the decision of the Sichuan First Sword, Dang So-hye.
While Jin Muyeol believed he still lacked sufficient strength and was playing to their tune, she decided to confront them head-on and deliberately spread the truth.
And the effect was tremendous.
Not only the martial world of Sichuan but even common folk learned of the organization lurking in the shadows.
This revelation would surely expand beyond Sichuan to the entire Central Plains in due time.
In Dang So-hye’s mind, the board was already set.
‘It’s not entirely false, after all.’
Unlike before, when only the Bukcheon Sword Family stood against the Black Night Fortress alone—
Now the Sichuan Sword Gate, the Sichuan Dang Family, the Namgung Clan, the Martial Alliance, and even the Blue Star Sect were all aware of their existence.
It meant we could finally face them directly.
So Dang So-hye had taken the trouble to expose the Black Night Fortress.
A monster hiding in darkness is far more terrifying than one exposed to light.
Meanwhile, another rumor was spreading alongside the first.
“By the way, has the Wind God Dragon already reached the Johwa Realm?”
“What? Is that really true?”
“So they say. Without him, the Uyuan Sect incident would never have succeeded. He alone subdued the Woo Won Gate Master and most of the sect’s disciples.”
“My goodness….”
“The Wind God Dragon hasn’t even reached his twenties yet, has he? How is such a thing possible?”
“A true dragon has emerged in the martial world. He might even become the youngest of the Thirteen Venerables.”
People focused their attention on the deeds of Jin Muyeol, who had accomplished this feat.
Honestly, his exploits seemed so unrealistic that they were hard to believe.
But there were far too many witnesses.
The Taoist masters of the Blue Star Sect who had been present, as well as the two hundred martial artists who joined later, had all witnessed Jin Muyeol’s remarkable performance.
All of Sichuan’s martial world was captivated by this newly risen star.
And just as that pleasant atmosphere continued for quite some time.
“Blast it all!”
Crash!
There were those who slammed the table as if to shatter it, their fury unleashed.
They were none other than the members of Black Night Fortress’s Sichuan branch.

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