The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 93

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 93

“Is that really true?”
“It is. That’s why everything’s in an uproar.”
Moyong Hyun-rak gestured around as if to say, look for yourself.
Everyone was moving about frantically, as if something catastrophic might happen at any moment.
“Where?”
“Zigong County, Sichuan Province, they say. It’s near Guizhou. For now, I’ve already sent an urgent dispatch to the family.”
“Well done. Do you know where the rumor originated?”
“I’m not certain. It simply caught the attention of the Sichuan Dang Family’s intelligence network while you were away. Tracing the source of the information will likely take time.”
“Then all manner of riffraff will be gathering in Zigong County in the meantime.”
“Or they may already be gathering. Especially since that region is so close to Guizhou, the likelihood of Evil Faction martial artists becoming involved is far too high.”
“Hmm.”
I wore a peculiar expression for a moment.
Moyong Hyun-rak seemed to discern what I was thinking from that look.
“You believe this tomb that’s appeared is a fake.”
“I consider that possibility quite high.”
“What’s your reasoning?”
“There are two points. First, why would the Founder’s tomb be in Sichuan rather than Sanseo?”
This was an entirely natural question.
No matter how scarce the records of Pungsin’s final days were…
A tomb suddenly appearing in Sichuan still seemed strange.
“Indeed.”
“Second, the timing is far too convenient. Of all moments, this news arrives precisely when I’m staying as a guest with the Sichuan Dang Family? The timing seems too perfectly aligned, don’t you think?”
“You’re saying someone deliberately set this bait to trap you?”
“Yes. It seems the other party has dug a trap and is waiting for me to walk into it. That’s the most likely scenario.”
In truth, I had two more pieces of evidence.
‘The third is that the Sword Spirit hasn’t reacted at all.’
If Pungsin’s tomb truly existed, the Sword Spirit would likely know of its existence.
But right now, the Sword Spirit remains silent, doesn’t he?
-This sharp-witted bastard.
The Sword Spirit chuckled and responded.
-You’re right. I’ve been thinking it’s strange too. Pungsin wasn’t the type to create something like that before dying.
‘Hmm, though on that point, didn’t he leave arrangements in several places during his lifetime?’
-That was done for specific purposes while he lived. But I can’t imagine that bastard creating his own tomb as he approached death. Even if he did, he would’ve done it through your family. If that were the case, wouldn’t you have known?
‘That’s true.’
-I’m curious about one last reason.
At the Sword Spirit’s question, I chuckled and answered.
‘It’s simple. In my first life, nothing like this ever happened.’
Indeed.
In my first life.
At that point, I was suffering greatly under the torment of the family elders.
But what if rumors had spread that the Windgod’s tomb had been discovered?
‘There’s no way I wouldn’t know of it.’
Given that the information had reached the Sichuan Dang Family, this news would surely spread across the entire Central Plains in no time.
Yet there was no way I could have forgotten such a momentous event.
After all, I remembered all the other major incidents in meticulous detail.
“Hmm.”
I combined all the evidence and reached my conclusion.
“It seems this is indeed the handiwork of those Black Night Fortress bastards. They’ve laid a trap to kill me.”
“Then you have no intention of going?”
“No.”
I did intend to go.
There was a possibility—one in a thousand, or perhaps one in ten thousand.
Besides, those who sought to strike at me from behind were making thorough preparations.
I couldn’t be satisfied without turning the tables and striking back at them.
“I intend to go. But I won’t go unprepared. I should make arrangements to turn their schemes against them.”
“Preparations, you say.”
I smiled and nodded.
“First, let’s go meet with the Family Head.”

* * *

A few days later.
Zigong County, Sichuan Province.
Countless martial artists who had heard the news had gathered there.
‘Heh heh. Foolish creatures.’
Jang Jin smiled mysteriously as he observed them.
Their greed-driven pilgrimage to the Wind God’s tomb was utterly amusing.
Among them were even martial artists from the Blue Star Sect and Ami Sect, the representatives of Daoism and Buddhism respectively.
Outwardly, they claimed to have come to prevent chaos from this incident.
But it was clear they coveted the Wind God’s legacy.
Otherwise, they would never have rushed here so desperately.
‘Hypocrites. In that regard, the Evil Faction is more honest.’
At least the Evil Faction made no pretense of their desire for the Wind God’s inheritance.
Currently, they were in a standoff before a cave known as the tomb’s entrance.
The Blue Star Sect and Ami Sect had joined forces to prevent the other Evil Faction members from entering the tomb.
“Amitabha Buddha. None may pass beyond this point.”
Jung Hyun-sa-tae, dispatched from the Ami Sect, spoke thus while leading his disciples.
“What?”
“What nonsense is this!”
The Evil Faction’s resistance was naturally fierce.
They had traveled far seeking the Wind God’s legacy, only to be blocked like this.
Their anger was inevitable.
“Please, calm yourselves. This humble monk does not act from greed. I merely thought it necessary to first verify whether the Wind God’s tomb is genuine.”
“Then why not let us all enter together and verify it!”
“Agreed!”
“Step aside or we’ll kill you!”
Sinister threats poured forth.
Those who would normally have been cowed into silence by the Ami Sect’s prestige now dared raise their voices against them.
Why?
Because they outnumbered them.
Far outnumbered them—even compared to all the Orthodox Faction martial artists gathered here, including the Blue Star Sect and Ami Sect.
This was because the Sadoryeon in the Guizhou region had immediately dispatched its subordinate sects and elite forces upon hearing the news.
The actual power ratio was roughly three to seven.
No matter how superior the martial artists of the Blue Star Sect and Ami Sect were, it was not a situation to enter combat lightly.
‘What am I to do about this?’
Pung Ho Jin-in, an elder of the Blue Star Sect, inwardly sighed at the confrontation unfolding before his eyes.
At this rate, the tension would escalate beyond mere posturing into actual bloodshed.
If that happened, it was certain they would shed considerable blood as well.
‘Will the Sichuan Dang Family and Sichuan Sword Gate not come?’
Had they been present, the situation would certainly have unfolded far more favorably. Yet for some reason, the Dang Family’s arrival was remarkably delayed.
To the point where it seemed they might not come at all.
That was when it happened.
“You cowardly bastards! You’re blocking our entry so you can slip in first and check things out for yourselves!?”
A figure mixed among the Evil Faction members pointed an accusatory finger.
His identity was Jang Jin, who had grown impatient as the fighting failed to escalate.
He continued shouting loud enough for everyone around him to hear.
“I already saw you letting your disciples enter! How long do you plan to keep up this righteous act? You disgusting hypocrites!”
“Ah, no. That is….”
Jung Hyun-sa-tae and Pung Ho Jin-in stared at them with flustered expressions.
In truth, they had sent in trustworthy disciples first under the pretext of investigation.
But they never expected this to be discovered.
In the end.
“We have no choice. Advance!”
“Uwaaaaaa!”
“Stop them! Block them no matter what!”
Fighting erupted between the two groups.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The martial artists of the Ami Sect and Blue Star Sect gritted their teeth and held back the Evil Faction members.
But completely blocking those who outnumbered them by twofold was impossible. Ultimately, they had to allow a considerable number to breach through.
Jang Jin laughed at the sight.
‘Good. The stage is set.’
Numerous martial artists from both the Orthodox and Evil Factions had witnessed what transpired here.
When they returned and spread word of this, there would be no stopping the rumors.
What remained was one of his targets—the Wind God Dragon….
‘He hasn’t come?’
Honestly, this was unexpected.
Why had all these people gathered in the first place?
Was it not because of the Wind God’s tomb?
Yet he never imagined that Jin Muyeol, the descendant of the Wind God, would fail to appear.
‘Or perhaps he’s waiting for an opportunity.’
From what he’d heard, the Wind God Dragon was a cunning and resourceful individual.
He might wait to see how the situation unfolds before entering.
If so, all he had to do was wait for his arrival.
But Jang Jin failed to notice.
And while he was thinking such thoughts.
A young man whose face was concealed with a human skin mask had slipped into the tomb disguised as an Evil Faction martial artist, and.
“….”
A woman with a faint smile was staring at him intently.

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Meanwhile.
-We entered quite easily.
‘Indeed, we did.’
I conversed with the Sword Spirit as I ventured deeper into the cavern.
The interior of the cave stretched on considerably.
It was carved so deep into the mountain that darkness consumed everything ahead, rendering the path invisible.
“Krraaaagh!”
“Ugh!”
I pressed forward calmly, listening to the screams echoing from ahead.
Were those who entered first fighting among themselves?
No, that couldn’t be it.
Whoosh! Thud!
The sound of arrows tearing through the air.
Boom!
And something colliding with impact.
From all these sounds, I deduced that the path ahead was laden with traps.
The screams and stench of blood emanating from within only reinforced this conclusion.
-So it was traps after all. Even if the Wind God was mischievous, he wouldn’t set such elaborate traps in his own tomb.
‘I share your assessment.’
The Wind God couldn’t be called a virtuous person, but neither was he truly evil.
He would never have played with people’s lives in such a manner.
I paused momentarily, crossing my arms as I assessed the situation.
‘What should we do?’
-Our primary objective has already been achieved. You came here because of a remote possibility, but it’s been proven false.
‘That’s true.’
-In fact, there’s no problem with you retreating at this point. I don’t know what awaits inside, but there’s no need to verify it.
As the Sword Spirit said, traps prepared specifically for me likely awaited within.
Logically, advancing would be the wrong choice.
But…
A considerable number of martial artists had already entered ahead.
And by my estimation, a bloodbath was about to unfold in this place.
If I proceeded, couldn’t I save those people from that massacre?
-Even though they came here driven by greed for the Wind God’s legacy?
‘It’s not purely altruism. This is a golden opportunity to earn the gratitude of the Ami Sect, the Blue Star Sect, and more broadly, the Sadoryeon.’
And whatever awaited inside, eliminating it would also reduce the Black Night Fortress’s military strength.
If all went well, I could achieve multiple objectives at once. Moreover…
‘If worst comes to worst, we can simply flee. Haven’t we already set up insurance?’
Outside, ‘she’ was waiting.
Ready to handle anyone who might emerge.
So it was best to proceed as far as we could.
The Sword Spirit raised no objection to my decision.
-Then let’s see how far they’ve prepared themselves.
I nodded and stepped into the darkness where screams and shouts erupted in chaos.
Then I slowly drew upon the power of the Bukcheon Divine Technique.
My body, which had been moving deliberately, suddenly accelerated to tremendous speed.
Whoosh!
Golden wind tore across the dark cave.

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