The Patriarch of the Northern Heavens - Chapter 97

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Master of the Bukcheon Sword Family – Chapter 97

“Our Blue Star Sect shall present the Chung Hwa Elixir.”
Pung Ho Jin-in spoke with a resigned sigh.
“Ah. A precious offering indeed.”
“Regardless, it remains a fact that the Wind God Dragon saved our disciples’ lives.”
He spoke while observing the Blue Star Sect martial artists diligently organizing the situation.
Had I not been present, all would have perished—exactly as he said.
Considering the value of each sect member individually, parting with such a treasure would not feel wasteful.
Jung Hyun-sa-tae of the Ami Sect pondered for a moment before speaking.
“Then our Ami Sect shall present the Tiger-Suppressing Sword.”
“But doesn’t this person already possess a sword?”
“The Tiger-Suppressing Sword is a rare treasure that only a select few elite swordsmen of our Ami Sect may receive. Even if not for Jin Shizhu, there are many who would benefit from it. Please gift it to such a person.”
-Not a bad gift at all.
At Jung Hyun-sa-tae’s words, the Sword Spirit spoke.
-The Tiger-Suppressing Sword has long carried the meaning of subduing the tiger—that is, controlling ferocity. This signifies the mastery of one’s wild nature, and it is known to aid greatly in spiritual cultivation.
‘Then it would benefit Hye-rim as well.’
So Hye-rim, born under the Cheon Sal-seong constellation, was currently devoted to spiritual cultivation while mastering the Vajra Yaksha King Divine Art.
Yet wouldn’t more means of protecting her spirit be all the better?
In that sense, the Tiger-Suppressing Sword would serve as an excellent safeguard.
Of course, it would not possess a consciousness like the Sword Spirit, but the inherent mystical power dwelling within the Tiger-Suppressing Sword itself would surely provide some benefit.
I bowed respectfully to both of them.
“I am grateful for your consideration.”
“Consideration? I wouldn’t have offered it without you.”
Dang So-hye laughed brightly as she said this.
The two regarded her with resentment before sighing.
“I happen to have something with me, so I shall give it now.”
“Shizhu, please accept this.”
I received the Chung Hwa Elixir and the Tiger-Suppressing Sword from each of them respectively.
The Tiger-Suppressing Sword that Jung Hyun-sa-tae presented was particularly imbued with what could only be called spiritual essence, likely from her long use of it.
I bowed respectfully, expressing my gratitude.
Dang So-hye, seeing this, smirked and turned her gaze toward the Evil Faction members.
“You there. Do you have nothing to offer?”
“Of course we intended to repay you.”
Mak Ri-hyeon answered immediately to her question. He seemed to have anticipated such a challenge.
“However, we have nothing to present at this very moment, so we shall repay you separately.”
“Ah. And how exactly?”
“First, I would like to ask Jin Shixiong—I’ve heard rumors that the Bukcheon Sword Family has begun dealing in Northern horses. Is this true?”
“It is.”
“If you do, our Sadoryeon will purchase those horses at the market price plus an additional ten percent.”
“How presumptuous. What scheme are you attempting?”
But it was the moment Mak Ri-hyeon finished speaking.
Dang So-hye, her brow furrowed, unleashed a sharp rebuke.
“Ugh!?”
He gasped as he felt an invisible force bearing down upon him, staggering backward.
“The horses the Bukcheon Sword Family has begun trading are among the finest available—excluding military steeds. In other words, there are plenty of buyers besides you.”
“…!”
“Don’t try to obtain what you already desire as though I’m granting you a favor. You were planning to purchase as many horses as Sadoryeon needed under the guise of compensation, weren’t you?”
“That is—!”
“Stop wasting time and propose different terms. Otherwise, this will become tedious.”
-This is refreshing. Though I imagine being on the receiving end of such ruthlessness must be unbearable.
‘Precisely.’
I found myself silently admiring Dang So-hye’s prowess.
She was voicing the very words I wished to speak.
Rather than passively accepting their offer, she was actively maneuvering to maximize my advantage.
A member of the Thirteen Venerables taking such direct action.
There was no way Mak Ri-hyeon—far younger and weaker than even the Sadoryeon Master—could attempt any further schemes.
In the end, he lowered his head and spoke.
“We shall provide appropriate compensation for this matter. Rest assured, the amount will be more than satisfactory.”
“Hmph. Now that’s how it should be.”
Dang So-hye let out a scoff, then offered me a bright smile.
I bowed my head slightly in gratitude.
After all the settlements were finalized.
“Then we shall take our leave. And you—disperse without causing further trouble.”
Dang So-hye spoke those words and departed from Feng Shen’s Tomb, with me following in her wake.
As we moved a short distance away, martial artists who had been waiting nearby emerged from concealment.
They were elite members of the Sichuan Sword Gate prepared for any contingency, along with members of the Wind Cloud Unit hastily dispatched from the main family.
Sa Gong-cheon, standing at the forefront, clasped his fist in salute upon seeing Dang So-hye.
“Sa Gong-cheon of the martial world humbly greets the Sichuan First Sword.”
“Ho. So you’re the one they call the commander of the Wind Cloud Unit.”
“…!”
Sa Gong-cheon’s expression shifted in surprise—he hadn’t expected Dang So-hye to know of him.
Dang So-hye chuckled at his reaction.
“Don’t be startled. I learned of you while investigating this young man. You were his bodyguard until recently, were you not?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“Impressive achievements for one so young. With the right opportunity, reaching the Johwa Realm should come swiftly.”
“I—thank you greatly!”
Sa Gong-cheon bowed deeply, clearly honored.
Such praise from a member of the Thirteen Venerables, the Sichuan First Sword, was naturally cause for such a response.
“Yes. Work hard at it. By the way, kid. What are your plans now?”
“I’m thinking of heading back to the main family soon.”
I spoke calmly while looking at Dang So-hye.
“You’re not staying longer?”
“It seems I’ve already finished what needed to be done in Sichuan. I plan to leave the rest to you and the Dang Family.”
The prisoners I’ve captured are one thing.
The Black Night Fortress forces remaining in Sichuan are another.
I had no intention of exterminating them myself.
That was the role of the Dang Family and the Sichuan Sword Gate, who held dominion over this land.
There was no need for me to stay here and do their work for them.
“Hehe. So you’re trying to put adults to work.”
“Isn’t it true that you prefer tearing apart enemies with your own hands rather than borrowing someone else’s strength?”
“That’s fair. Did you say goodbye to Ye-rin?”
“I did before coming here. To both the Family Head and Miss Ye-rin.”
“Hmm. Then it seems we won’t see each other for quite some time.”
“Still, if anything happens, please contact me anytime. I’ll rush over immediately.”
“Alright.”
Dang So-hye nodded briefly.
She looked at me, and as if contemplating something, she smiled brightly.
“I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of monster you’ll have become next time we meet.”
“A monster, you say…”
“What else would you call someone not yet twenty who has touched the Johwa Realm? That’s a monster if I’ve ever seen one.”
Dang So-hye chuckled and patted my shoulder.
She grinned and spoke.
“Don’t go dying out there.”
“Yes. You take care as well, Senior Dang.”
“No need to worry. If they want to kill me, they’ll have to pay a corresponding price.”
She spoke with confidence, then patted my back.
It was her way of telling me to go now.
I bowed respectfully to Dang So-hye and rejoined the Wind Cloud Unit.
We turned our steps toward different destinations.
“Come on, let’s go.”
It was time to return home.

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“Did you hear about that?”
“What?”
“That Feng Shen’s Tomb that appeared in Jagong County. Turns out it was a fake!”
“Really? Is that true?”
“Yes. Wind God Dragon Jin Muyeol, a descendant of the Wind God, and Sichuan First Sword Dang So-hye vouched for it. Here’s what happened….”
The incident of the false Feng Shen’s Tomb.
That story spread across the entire Central Plains.
Many factions were involved, and there were countless witnesses.
Hundreds of survivors emerged from that place, so rumors naturally spread far and wide.
“I heard that if Wind God Dragon hadn’t been there, it would have been a disaster?”
“I’ve heard the same. If he hadn’t stepped in to mediate, countless people would have died fighting inside that false tomb.”
“Really? Wind God Dragon had that much influence?”
“From what I hear, he recognized it was a deception early on and crushed those who resisted with overwhelming force. In the process, he cut down dozens of Evil Faction martial artists, including the Black Sword Master.”
“The Black Sword Master?”
Everyone gasped in astonishment.
The Black Sword Master was a relatively well-known figure among the Evil Faction in Guizhou.
Yet this man had defeated him single-handedly, and overwhelmingly at that.
By any measure, this transcended the realm of late-stage mastery.
Those who heard this could only shake their heads in wonder.
“Wasn’t Wind God Dragon said to still be under twenty years old?”
“His future is truly promising. This level of achievement rivals the childhood of the Thirteen Venerables themselves.”
“No, it’s even faster than that, isn’t it? Among the Thirteen Venerables, few showed such rapid growth.”
“Well, rapid strength doesn’t guarantee reaching the highest realms, but we’ll have to watch his progress from here on.”
“In any case, the Bukcheon Sword Family has produced a major figure. How can we establish connections with them….”
While people were racking their brains trying to use this information to their advantage.
In Guiyang, Guizhou.
Similar discussions were taking place at the headquarters of Sadoryeon.
It was because of Mak Ri-hyeon’s report.
“Absolute garbage. Worthless… No, a defective product useful only for killing those who covet the secret manual.”
Sadoryeon Master Dok Go Moon evaluated the secret manual that Mak Ri-hyeon had brought back in such terms.
Like Dang So-hye, he was also one of the Thirteen Venerables.
Thus, he could immediately discern the malice hidden within this secret manual.
Displeased, Dok Go Moon tore up the fake Feng Shen’s secret manual and asked Mak Ri-hyeon.
“But this Jin Muyeol fellow—he saw through the trap immediately?”
“Yes. He didn’t examine it carefully, just skimmed through it briefly and immediately recognized it.”
“Hmm. That’s rather surprising.”
Dok Go Moon stroked his chin with an expression of intrigue.
It was understandable.
For Sichuan First Sword Dang So-hye or Sadoryean Master Dok Go Moon to notice the anomaly in a secret manual was actually quite natural.
They were masters who had reached the highest realms through decades of martial research.
Yet a mere stripling not even of age sharing the same vision as such masters?
Honestly, hearing it secondhand was difficult to believe.
Had there been even slightly fewer eyewitness accounts, I would have questioned its veracity from the start.
‘But it must be true.’
Those who witnessed that spectacle had no reason to lie to me.
‘Which means this Jin Muyeol is either a genius of the century or possesses some extraordinary ability….’
Dok Go Moon’s eyes gleamed with that thought.
Regardless of which was true, Jin Muyeol’s value was no longer at an ordinary level.
“Listen, Mak Ri-hyeon.”
“Yes, Master.”
“How much do you think it would take for that man and the Bukcheon Sword Family to join our Sadoryeon?”
“…!”
Mak Ri-hyeon’s mouth fell open at the unexpected question.

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