The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 94

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 94

The moment I drew upon the power of the Bukcheon Divine Art and the Vajra Yaksha King Divine Art.
My senses expanded instantaneously, and every nerve grew acute.
Moreover, the wind flowing from deep within the cave revealed what was transpiring ahead.
Endless traps.
And those dying, caught within them.
I advanced forward, perceiving the structure of each trap through the wind itself.
It was nothing short of a swift assault.
Whoosh!
An arrow trap, sensing my presence, shot forth in haste, but it could not match my speed.
Swish!
I evaded the spear blades rising from below with ease.
Clang!
I deflected the blunt weapon that burst forth unexpectedly with a sweep of my blade.
All of this unfolded in darkness so complete that one could not see even an inch ahead.
Yet there were still Evil Faction martial artists nearby, struggling to advance.
“W-who are you…?”
Boom!
I blocked the trap that was bearing down on them.
“Eek!”
They flinched in terror at the sight.
I struck flint and raised the torch I had prepared in advance.
As the oil-soaked paper ignited, brilliant light spread across my surroundings.
“Are you alright?”
“W-who are you?”
“Before you interrogate my identity, I’d prefer to hear a word of thanks first. I did just save your lives, after all.”
“Th-thank you. We owe you our lives.”
“Indeed.”
I removed my face mask and spoke with a slight smile.
“I am Jin Muyeol. You should know who I am, shouldn’t you?”
“The Wind God Dragon!”
The Evil Faction martial artists gasped in shock and drew their weapons.
The Jin Muyeol they knew was a rising saint of the Orthodox Faction, and as Evil Faction members themselves, they would be enemies.
Thus, they had no choice but to be wary.
However.
“Lower your weapons. I did not come here to fight you.”
I spoke calmly despite their blades being aimed at me.
Yet the Evil Faction martial artists showed no sign of trusting my words.
“How am I supposed to believe that? Isn’t this just a ploy to let your guard down before you stab us in the back?”
“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have saved you in the first place, nor would I be lighting torches to have this conversation.”
“Well, that’s… certainly true.”
“I can sense your movements in the darkness. If I wanted to, extinguishing this flame and annihilating all of you would be trivial. If you don’t believe me, would you like to test it?”
“…!”
At my words, the Evil Faction martial artists retreated with ashen faces.
None of them desired to die in a place like this.
They understood with chilling clarity that if they charged in recklessly as they had outside, they would truly perish.
“…Then, might I inquire as to your reasons for intervening, esteemed one?”
At that moment, a young man stepped forward as the representative of the Evil Faction martial artists and spoke.
He was perhaps a decade older than I was now.
Still within the late stage realm of cultivation.
Yet his gaze and bearing revealed he was no ordinary Evil Faction member.
I asked calmly.
“And you are?”
“My apologies for the late introduction. I am Mak Ri-hyeon, Vice Commander of the Black Dragon Unit under Sadoryeon.”
“The Emotionless Sword…!”
An exclamation came from beside me.
Mak Ri-hyeon, the Emotionless Sword.
I had heard that name before.
The second son of the Mak Ri Family, counted among the prestigious clans of the Evil Faction, he possessed considerable renown even among the late stage cultivators of the Evil Faction.
“If this place is truly Feng Shen’s Tomb and you are truly the Wind God Dragon Jin Muyeol, you have no reason to aid us. It would be far more convenient for you if we all perished, allowing you to claim Feng Shen’s legacy undisturbed. Yet why have you saved us? Is it due to the Orthodox Faction’s characteristic sense of righteousness?”
“Hardly. If this were genuine, I would have cut you down without hesitation.”
“If this were genuine… You speak as though this place is a fake.”
“You’ve guessed correctly. This is not the true Feng Shen’s Tomb. It’s a fake.”
“…!”
My declaration sent a wave of murmurs through the crowd.
“A fake?”
“What do you mean…”
“Then where are we?”
The Evil Faction martial artists, now grown in number, whispered anxiously among themselves.
Among them were Orthodox Faction members who had been aligned with the Blue Star Sect and Ami Sect.
That was when it happened.
“That’s a lie!”
Someone pointed accusingly and shouted.
It was a man who resembled a wanderer, carrying a long spear.
He glared at me, then looked around and cried out.
“That bastard is definitely lying! He’s trying to trick us so we don’t claim Feng Shen’s legacy!”
“That does make sense…”
“Otherwise, there’d be no reason for him to call this place fake.”
Tension rippled through the assembled crowd once more.
I exhaled softly and spoke.
“It seems most of you here failed to grasp my meaning. Did I not say it earlier? If I had wanted that, I could have simply killed you all and left.”
“Hmph. You would have struggled to face all of us, so you resort to such tricks….”
Boom!
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Golden wind coalesced into form and struck the spear-wielding man like a hammer.
A sudden deployment of the Wind God Palm.
The man was sent flying, crashed into the wall, coughed blood, and lost consciousness instantly.
“….”
Everyone’s jaws dropped at the sight.
“Do you truly believe that?”
I spoke to them in a cold voice.
It was a warning as well.
A warning that any further foolish words would drive me into genuine combat stance.
All of them swallowed hard and remained silent.
Among them, it was Mak Ri-hyeon who moved first.
“Hah. No, that is not the case. Had you harbored different intentions, we would have had little chance of survival.”
In this dark cave, with traps scattered throughout.
Now, with several people holding torches, it was at least somewhat illuminated….
But until just moments ago, in the chaos, everyone had been left in darkness.
Had I, the only one capable of perceiving the darkness, chosen to rampage?
At least half of you would have perished before regaining your senses.
Moreover, as confusion deepened, you would have turned your weapons on each other.
Mak Ri-hyeon understood this.
“Let us return to the earlier matter. What evidence do you have that this is a false tomb of the Wind God?”
He asked in a measured tone.
I could feel the others all perk up their ears and turn their attention toward me.
“You’ve all heard of the incident that occurred in Sichuan recently, I presume.”
“The recent incident you speak of… are you referring to the Uyuan Sect incident?”
“Yes. If you know the story, this will be easier to explain. As you’ve heard, the Uyuan Sect was actually a subordinate faction of a place called the Black Night Fortress. And those fools have been desperate to capture me ever since I destroyed the Uyuan Sect.”
“Then you’re saying this is a trap they laid to kill you?”
“That’s my assessment. They thought that if they invoked the Wind God’s name, I, as his descendant, would walk straight into their snare. And indeed, I came.”
“But there is something I do not understand. According to your words, you knew this was a trap. Then why did you enter? You could have died.”
“First, I wanted to destroy the trap they had prepared. Second, I did not wish to see bloodshed occur in a place bearing my ancestor’s name. That is all.”
“You entered knowing it was a trap for such trivial reasons?”
Mak Ri-hyeon spoke as though bewildered.
But I replied calmly.
“If you cannot believe it, then do not. But that is all I have to say on the matter.”
“Hmm.”
Mak Ri-hyeon seemed to be pondering for a moment.
He looked at me with a sharp gaze and spoke.
“I find it difficult to believe, if I’m being honest. I would like to verify whether your words are true.”
“How?”
“Please allow us to accompany you. Then we can confirm together what lies at the end of this place, can we not?”
“Hmm.”
I frowned at his proposal.
“It could be dangerous. You might even die. That’s why I was trying to send you back.”
“Of course, anyone unwilling to take on the risk can simply withdraw from here. If they die after choosing not to, that’s their own responsibility. After all, having come to such a place, would anyone arrive without accepting the possibility of death?”
“That’s a fair point.”
I nodded briefly.
Mak Ri-hyeon’s words were correct.
Besides….
‘I can put them to use if things get dire.’
Most of the Evil Faction martial artists gathered here were scheming to exploit me, but I harbored the same intentions toward them.
When a critical moment arrived, I intended to use them as shields without hesitation and make my escape.
I had given them a warning because I didn’t wish for a bloodbath to occur here, but I harbored no obligation to preserve their lives.
‘Besides, since I don’t know what lies ahead, having more people will be advantageous.’
“Do as you wish.”
I answered curtly and turned away.
My attitude made clear that anyone willing could follow.
Many people murmured among themselves and followed behind me.
Having come this far, they were naturally curious about what lay within.
We managed to breach the first trap zone in this manner.
As I led the way and dismantled the traps, they ceased to function.
The second zone we entered after that.
It was a vast chamber capable of accommodating many people, and there I witnessed two factions standing in confrontation.
They were the members of the Ami Sect and Blue Star Sect who had entered first, along with the early arrivals who had entered around the same time.
However, the atmosphere between the two forces was far from ordinary.
A tense situation ready to explode at any moment.
I understood that this taut atmosphere wasn’t simply because they were competing.
‘Senior.’
-Yes. Your intuition is correct.
The Sword Spirit hummed in affirmation at my prediction.
-A mind-interference formation array has been installed deeper within this place.
It seemed the person who created this location was desperate to turn this place into a blood sacrifice ground.
“Ha.”
I let out a laugh of exasperation.
To think they would construct such an obvious trap—the intent was far too transparent.
Of course, it was precisely because it was so effective that such methods were employed.
‘This place is certainly ideal for mass casualties.’
The fact that the two factions weren’t clashing seemed less a matter of rational restraint and more a result of their forces being evenly matched.
As evidence, they had grown confused upon our arrival.
“The Wind God Dragon Xiaoxie?! No, why would someone like you be with those Evil Faction bastards….”
“The Wind God Dragon, you say? That fellow?”
“You there, from Sadoryeon! Join us! Let’s crush these hypocrites and claim Feng Shen’s legacy for ourselves!”
“Ridiculous! Wind God Dragon Xiaoxie! Come to our side! We must unite our strength here and show these arrogant Evil Faction dogs the power of the Orthodox Faction!”
Voices from both sides rang out, attempting to lure me and those who had entered with me to their respective camps.
Under normal circumstances, this would have posed no problem, but the formation array installed in this second zone made it devastatingly perilous.
“….”
Already, several of those behind me were beginning to show signs of hesitation.
If that was the case, there was only one answer.
I ignored the Orthodox Faction’s calls for me to join them and instead drew upon the Vajra Yaksha Technique with full force.
Then, from the depths of my being, I released a sound.
“Khat!”
With a resonant cry, golden energy surged forth, sweeping away the murky qi that filled the chamber.

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