The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 134

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 134
Yoryeongbangga.
A once-prestigious clan located in Yeolyeong.
Or rather, calling it prestigious was laughable—they simply had so much wealth that they purchased fame and honor with money. In truth, they were never truly a prestigious clan.
If they had been prestigious from the start, they should have produced at least one or two exceptional martial artists. Yet the Bang Clan had no such representative figure.
Well, if I think about it, wasn’t my father the representative? He became the most famous person in the Bang Clan’s history.
‘Though not in any positive sense.’
A notorious lecher famous throughout Yeolyeong.
So infamous that whenever women spotted a handsome middle-aged man bearing the Bang surname, they spread warnings to flee.
I couldn’t even walk around with my head held high in shame.
Now that I think about it, I’ve hidden my true name more than once, too embarrassed to reveal it anywhere.
A place where, despite being a martial clan, we receive no respect as one—treated as utterly worthless instead.
A useless household where even my older brother, the Junior Lord, is no different from Father.
My older sister, the only hope, ran away from home, and I, the youngest, have been desperately watching for my chance to escape.
That was the Bang Clan I knew.
‘…What identity are we even talking about?’
Yoo Cheon-gil suddenly appearing like this felt strange. I had no idea the Bang Clan’s inner cultivation technique possessed such power.
Was it just me? I thought others probably didn’t know either.
‘There’s no way they could.’
My father, so vain and living recklessly, could never have known this.
If he had known.
‘Wouldn’t he have sold off the technique somewhere long ago?’
I have zero faith in my father. This is certain.
Moreover.
‘It’s impossible to know under normal circumstances.’
By Central Plains standards, no sane person would attempt the insane feat of learning another inner cultivation technique after already mastering one.
To discover this, one would need to have learned two inner cultivation techniques in the first place.
‘What madman would attempt such a thing?’
What lunatic in this world would try it? Even I’m amazed at myself.
That’s why. That’s why some people find me remarkable now.
“…The Bang Clan’s inner cultivation technique is harmonizing them, you’re saying?”
[Yes.]
The energy of the Dang Clan and the energy of the Cheonwol Sect.
The Bang Clan’s inner cultivation technique was harmonizing them so they wouldn’t clash and explode.
How in the world did this happen?
‘…What exactly is this?’
Our household’s inner cultivation technique possessed such power?
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand.
‘Why does this third-rate technique have such power…?’
It had been utterly useless since I learned it. And now it suddenly becomes useful?
‘…Is this real?’
A power that truly existed without anyone knowing?
Truly.
‘Father and my brother wouldn’t know about this either…?’
While I was certain they wouldn’t, something still nagged at me.
If Yoo Cheon-gil was shocked to this degree, it had to be an extraordinary power.
The fact that the Bang Clan had remained ignorant of it was remarkably subtle.
‘Ah. Should I report this?’
Now that I knew, should I inform the household? I pondered it briefly.
‘No…I need to keep my mouth shut about this.’
I immediately shook my head. Absolutely not.
The moment this reached Father’s ears.
‘He’d sell off the clan’s secret techniques and everything else without hesitation.’
If that happened.
‘…Even if it got sold, the entire household would collapse in an instant.’
A secret technique that allows one to practice other martial arts without them exploding within the body.
No matter how little I knew about the Central Plains, I couldn’t fail to recognize the value this held.
This was undoubtedly a broken power. If I could see it, what about others?
‘…There would truly be a bloodbath.’
Not admiration or emotion, but anxiety and dread surged within me.
Hidden within our clan’s worthless secret technique was a fortune worth millions.
The moment word of this reached someone’s ears.
‘They’d come swarming from all directions to obtain the technique.’
The Five Great Clans, the Nine Sects, the Demonic Factions—everyone would appear, desperate to seize our clan’s secret technique and tear it apart.
And.
‘Father isn’t intelligent enough to think and act with such foresight.’
That incompetent, thoughtless man could never consider such things and act accordingly.
Perfect certainty and faith.
I absolutely trusted in Father’s incompetence.
[…That’s remarkable in a different sense. What exactly has he been doing all this time…?]
“What is there to do? It’s exhausting just to talk about it.”
Every beautiful woman in the Current Location knew Father’s name.
Some didn’t just know his name—they might even know how many moles were on Father’s back.
From what I heard, even the mistress of a famous merchant house in the Current Location had connections with Father.
‘That’s also why our household hasn’t collapsed despite squandering money on gambling and luxury, barely scraping by.’
Money kept appearing from somewhere.
Despite being a martial artist, he engaged in no activities that would justify such income, yet money flowed in.
I didn’t want to ask where it came from. It would disappear as soon as it arrived anyway.
[That’s strange. Didn’t you say there were unfavorable rumors spreading?]
Despite warnings about Father circulating long ago, how could this be?
“That’s what makes it remarkable.”
[Ah-!]
At my words, Yoo Cheon-gil clapped his hands as if he’d understood.
‘Even knowing filth is dirty, he makes it approach him.’
The ability to erase the very concept of avoiding something for its filthiness.
In that regard, my father was undoubtedly the Heavenly Supreme.
A man who knew his own excellence so well that he could wield it properly.
However, in everything else, he was utterly incompetent—precisely the sort to ruin those around him.
That was my father as I saw him.
“…So I must protect this heart technique by any means.”
My father must never learn of the power this Bang Clan’s heart technique possesses.
I had to hide it somehow. With that resolve, I furrowed my brow.
[Hmm.]
At my words, Yoo Cheon-gil nodded as well.
[A wise choice.]
Fortunately, Yoo Cheon-gil’s response suggested he agreed with me.
[With such power, even the old monsters hiding their true forms could take interest. If things go wrong, there are plenty on Taishan who would drag you away and dissect you limb by limb for research. Keeping silent is the right path.]
“…Dissect me…?”
I’d never considered it going that far. At Yoo Cheon-gil’s words, I snapped to attention.
[Of course. If it becomes known that you possess such an unheard-of heart technique, how many would go mad with desire?]
That… “going mad” seems far worse than I imagined…? And moreover.
‘The Celestial Demon would move?’
It was Yoo Cheon-gil’s warning that even those whose whereabouts were currently unknown would stir.
I had to keep my mouth shut no matter what. As I was thinking this.
[However.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke as if something bothered him.
[Truly, your clan knew nothing of this?]
“Yes. They didn’t know. There’s no way those people could have known.”
How could they possibly know such a thing?
If they had known, how could they have remained a third-rate martial clan?
I was absolutely certain my clan would be ignorant of this.
[Hmm…. Is that so?]
At my response, Yoo Cheon-gil tilted his head somewhat reluctantly, then nodded.
[If that’s what you say, then so it is.]
His manner suggested it wasn’t a particularly important matter. And besides.
[What’s truly important now isn’t Dokuou, is it?]
There was something more pressing at hand.
“…Yes. That’s how I see it too.”
If I wanted to hide this matter, Dokuou would become a problem.
‘Of all things, I had to use it right in front of Dokuou….’
I had unleashed the Myriad Heavens Rainfall right before Dokuou.
Dokuou was no fool, and he would certainly know that the Myriad Heavens Rainfall could not be used without the Dang Clan’s profound technique.
In this moment, questions must be swirling through Dokuou’s mind.
How on earth had I managed to use it?
He was likely racking his brain frantically over this very question.
‘Tsk.’
What should I do?
My head throbbed slightly. If Dokuou pressed the matter, how could I possibly explain my way out of this?
‘…Should I just play dumb and flee?’
If Dokuou pressed the issue, could I simply feign ignorance and escape? Such thoughts crossed my mind.
‘…But he doesn’t seem like the type to just let me go.’
This was no ordinary secret—it was the Dang Clan’s hidden technique. If Dokuou learned that I, someone not even of his bloodline, had wielded what he had so desperately coveted, there was no chance he would simply release me.
“Hmm.”
So then, how could I navigate this? What approach would allow me to escape with the least damage?
I turned the matter over in my mind repeatedly.
‘…It’s all so vague.’
Every option was murky. If I thought hard enough, perhaps five or six possibilities came to mind.
But none of them seemed to guarantee a safe resolution.
[Why not just disembowel yourself?]
“And what if I actually do it?”
[Then you actually do it, of course. Would you do it fake?]
“…What kind of insane nonsense is that?”
Disembowel myself? The words made no sense whatsoever.
As I stared at him in disbelief, Yoo Cheon-gil let out a chuckling laugh. It was clearly a jest.
“…You’re driving me mad. How can you joke at a time like this?”
[Tsk tsk. It’s funny, isn’t it?]
“This is ridiculous…”
How could he be so at ease? My mind felt like it was unraveling, yet he seemed perfectly calm.
I held back the sigh threatening to escape and tried to settle my nerves.
[Don’t overthink it. Things might not be as serious as you imagine.]
“How is that possible?”
Not serious? Just moments ago, you warned me that the profound technique would unleash a blood calamity, that if I were caught my limbs would be torn asunder. Now you expect those fears to simply vanish?
[Well, that’s naturally because it was merely a matter concerning the Bang Clan alone.]
“…What do you mean by that?”
[I’m not entangled in that affair, am I?]
“What…? Oh?”
I stopped mid-sentence, my eyes widening.
[The Bang Clan’s profound technique is problematic only because the Bang Clan alone is involved.]
“But the Myriad Heavens Rainfall…carries the breath of the Sword Saint?”
[That’s right.]
I could use the Sword Saint as a convenient excuse. Yoo Cheon-gil was essentially telling me to leverage his reputation.
‘…Certainly?’
It wasn’t a bad idea. The Sword Saint’s name alone carried weight.
Moreover, there was even a past anecdote where Yoo Cheon-gil had directly involved himself in restoring the Ten Thousand Heavens Rainfall.
The secret manual of the Ten Thousand Heavens Rainfall that I had brought was ultimately nothing more than something Yoo Cheon-gil had created.
‘If I can somehow connect these threads…’
I could claim that the Ten Thousand Heavens Rainfall could be used without the Dang Clan’s vital energy, something like that would work as an excuse.
“That would work…”
If that were the case, how such a thing was possible would become irrelevant.
The creator was the Sword Saint.
Since the Sword Saint created it, such things were possible.
If I pushed it through like that, who would dare object?
Of course, there would be some points to quibble over.
‘Everything else can be resolved one way or another.’
Any other situation could be glossed over with clever words.
Thinking of that, I clenched my fist slightly.
‘Good.’
I’ll go with this. Slip through quietly, secure what needs securing, and move on.
‘Now I just need to flee to the Cheonwol Sect.’
I smiled at the not-so-bad plan.
‘Good.’
I immediately began formulating the strategy.
Preparing for the various scenarios Dokuou might employ and the responses to each.
Mapping out countermeasures for whatever action might come my way…

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“…Heh heh…”
Barely had I finished thinking when—
Witnessing the situation unfold the very next day, I could only laugh bitterly.
“…Greetings.”
The young man standing before me.
The pride of the Dang Clan, called the reincarnation of Dokjon himself.
Dok-ryong Dang Cheon-il.
“…From now on… I shall serve Bang Disciple with utmost devotion… I am Cheon-il of the Dang Clan… Please… please treat me kindly…”
He was kneeling before me with proper courtesy.
His demeanor completely transformed from yesterday.

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