Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 106

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 106
The vast expanse of sky fills my entire vision.
No matter how I turn my head or crane my neck, all I see is endless blue.
Yang Hwi’s gaze drifted toward the distant, towering heavens.
[Act upon your desires. Flow with the current.]
A majestic voice that shakes the very sky resonates once more.
Fulfill what you wish to accomplish, and allow the flow to follow the natural order.
‘The voice I heard when I faced death in my past life sounded remarkably similar.’
Back then, the voice had spoken thus.
Defy Heaven and rewrite fate. Return to righteousness and flow with the current. Return to your point and act upon your desires.
The flow that defied Heaven altered the predetermined fate, so return and fulfill what you wish, correct the errant current, and preserve the natural order.
‘My regression truly was… orchestrated by some intervening force.’
It wasn’t surprising. I’d sensed as much since that moment when I first felt Seon-gi stirring in my dantian.
But that wasn’t what mattered right now.
[To correct what is wrong is called the natural order, and to flow with the natural order is to follow the principle itself.]
[Thus all things under heaven follow one Dao, the fundamental and righteous flow that corrects what is wrong.]
[I pass on to my successor the method of wielding the power to ride upon the natural order and move with the flow!]
It felt miraculous.
Like a newborn calf learning to walk in less than half a day.
The sensation of awakening to something I’d possessed since birth.
In other words, the state of no-self.
[Heavenly Evasion Sword Technique, First Form. Heavenly Press.]
The Heavenly Evasion Sword Technique—the legendary sword art that Geom Seon Yeo Dong-bin is said to have learned from his master and immortal, Hwa-ryong Jin-in.
The first form was now etched into my mind.
‘I see.’
The Heavenly Evasion Sword Technique was not of the mortal realm.
It couldn’t be otherwise.
Seon-gi—a power that only those who transcend the mortal realm can wield.
It was a sword technique founded upon power that is supremely righteous and follows the natural order and principle.
‘Seon-gi is… originally a power humans cannot possess. So why do I?’
Why was I given a power forbidden to ordinary humans?
Well, since I’ve gone against the flow of time, I’m not entirely ordinary anymore.
Still, there must be a reason why I was granted a power not permitted to the mortal realm.
‘Hyeol-an called me an adversary. I don’t even understand that much.’
I understand why she called me an adversary—because I possess Seon-gi.
But then, did humans with Seon-gi exist before?
Could it have been Geom Wang?
I still have too few clues.
‘Forget it. Why should I care? They said to live as I wish, so I’ll do exactly that.’
I have no interest in destiny or grand purposes.
What I truly desire right now is simple.
‘Hyeolanra, you bastard. You’re dead.’
As my thoughts settled, the state of no-self returned once more.
Beneath the endless expanse of heavens, my heart began to dance the sword form.
Celestial Blade Technique, First Form. Heavenly Pressure.
Since it transcends the mortal realm, a perfect analogy is impossible, but Heavenly Pressure is, if I must describe it, a form that embodies a downward strike.
It contains the profound mystery of weight—the heavens pressing down upon all things.
The sword dance continues.
Gaecheon One Hundred Eight Swords, First Form.
Arrow Feather Pierces Stone.
Gaecheon One Hundred Eight Swords, Sixth Form.
Wind Swift Hawk Returns.
The mysteries of Gaecheon flow into the blade I grip.
From the First Form, Arrow Feather Pierces Stone, to the Eighth Form, Wind Swift Hawk Returns.
All forms connect seamlessly into a single sword dance.
The Gaecheon One Hundred Eight Swords, reinterpreted from beginning to end, was now etched anew into my mind and body.
‘I see. Despite my past-life experience, the reason I haven’t reached the pinnacle is this.’
To reach the pinnacle, I must embody the enlightenment of heart-generating-will and intention-becoming-form, thereby achieving blade-energy-as-form.
The other condition necessary to compress formless energy into tangible form is the unity of heart-technique-body.
Here, heart refers to the heart of inner cultivation—internal energy.
Technique refers to martial arts mastered through the body—enlightenment regarding martial knowledge.
Finally, body literally means the physical form encompassing both heart and technique—the self.
‘I thought the problem was that I couldn’t achieve unity of heart-technique-body because time had passed and much had changed. But that wasn’t it.’
No, actually that problem was correct.
But simultaneously, it was also wrong.
‘Seon-gi. The problem is that I unconsciously excluded seon-gi.’
Seon-gi is fundamentally heterogeneous compared to internal energy.
While I could handle it like internal energy if necessary, the fact remains it is not inner power filtered and accumulated from natural energy.
For the unity of heart-technique-body, I must contain heart and technique within myself and align them into one grain.
Because this heterogeneous element called seon-gi existed, I couldn’t align the grain.
‘Then, if I simply regard seon-gi as part of myself, that’s all.’
The enlightenment at the end of True Five.
Much changed.
Heart. The seon-dan within my dantian disappeared.
In the truest sense, Hwacheonggi and seon-gi became one.
Technique. I mastered Geom Seon’s Celestial Blade Technique.
Gaining the method to handle seon-gi, my technique transformed as well.
Body. The physical form strengthened since childhood by seon-gi’s functions.
The body completed at merely fifteen years of age had now become a vessel.
“Ah.”
The sky vanished, and the sensation of weightlessness faded.
I could see Hyeolanra flailing her hands wildly, and Adu clinging to her desperately, blood pouring from his wounds, refusing to let go.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
“No… I can’t… let go…!”
“You’re as stubborn as steel wire! Just break already!”
Adu was nearly at death’s door.
Yet for my sake, he threw himself forward, shattering piece by piece.
His neck, with fingernails embedded in it, was halfway severed.
Had he not been a Shaolin Monk trained in the Reverse Muscle Scripture, he would have died long ago.
“Adu. Fall back.”
“Yang Hwi…”
Adu couldn’t retreat. Realizing his role was complete, his strength suddenly gave way and he collapsed.
Fortunately, Hyeolanra didn’t finish Adu off. Instead, she strode toward me with deliberate steps.
“Rival. It is time to end this.”
Hearing such arrogant words, my lips twisted upward of their own accord.
“You’ll kill me and take your sect’s treasure?”
“Indeed.”
“Think you can manage it?”
For a moment, Hyeolanra’s expression suggested she wondered if I had lost my mind to fear.
“Rival. I had hoped you would struggle until the very end. If madness has seized you, I shall personally dispel it with the Blood Soul Severance Technique.”
“Ah, worry not. My mind remains perfectly clear.”
Eight iron rings had appeared in my hands.
“True, defeating you alone is impossible. Not with my current strength.”
“Ho. So your senses have returned.”
I tossed the iron rings into the air and caught them again.
My original plan was to consume all the spirit pills within the rings and forcibly break through the barrier with raw internal energy to reach the peak realm.
Even so, it would only marginally increase my chances, but it was the only path available.
Until I inherited the arrangements left behind in the Geomwang Tomb.
Click! Click! Click! Click!
Click! Click! Click! Click!
Eight dan-hwan pills, each the size of a grain of rice, contained within the iron rings.
Compared to the pills I had consumed years ago, these were far smaller, and the celestial energy within them was faint.
‘It must be because sealing the Hyeol-gyo’s treasure for so long has depleted their power.’
Regardless, there were eight of them.
I dumped them all into my mouth at once and swallowed them whole.
“Let me ask one thing. What did you see inside Jeoljin?”
“Countless people begged me to spare their lives.”
“Did you spare them?”
“There was no reason to. I killed them all.”
A laugh escaped me.
That was precisely how the Hyeol-gyo disciples thought.
Their worldview differed from ordinary humans by the distance between heaven and earth.
“If you’d let me live, I could have passed through the formation without depleting my energy.”
“How could I, blessed with such glory, submit to what was left behind by the ignorant and benighted?”
“Yes. Think that way.”
Your arrogance will cost you your head soon enough.
Right now, if an enemy consumed something suspicious, I should strike immediately.
And yet I’m calmly conversing with you?
‘You deserve to die.’
Yang Hwi released the sealed sacred treasure of Hyeol-gyo into his grasp, abandoning his own blade that he’d driven into Hyeol-an but couldn’t withdraw.
‘Hmm? It was certainly a cursed sword worthy of sealing.’
He drew forth abundant Seon-gi and wrapped it around his hand like a glove.
“You bastard! How dare you lay hands on that!”
“What kind of insane bastards’ treasure is this.”
“Release it at once!”
Hyeol-an’s eyes erupted with blood-red light in a frenzy.
Simultaneously, his form shot toward Yang Hwi faster than an arrow.
But.
Yang Hwi’s lips remained steady even as he watched ten streaks of claw energy sweeping toward his entire body.
Booooong!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
This time was different.
Unlike before, when the Seon-gi prevented the blade from being severed but he was repelled by the overwhelming force, Yang Hwi now stood firm, receiving and blocking every attack from Hyeol-an.
“Wretch! What technique have you employed!”
“Bastard, I have you to thank for giving me ample time.”
Yang Hwi’s blade began to resonate with even greater intensity and fervor.
Booooong!
The beginning was the Bee-Wing Resonance.
The Bongik Realm was proof that the Gaecheon Blade had reached the Third Star, and it was the symbol of swiftness that could only ring forth when all techniques were contained within a single stroke.
“Hyeol-an.”
“Hmm? How do you know my epithet?”
“I’ve mastered the Heart-Reading Technique.”
Hyeol-an’s expression hardened as he refuted this.
“Stop spouting nonsense and speak the truth. Where did you hear it?”
“Actually, I reversed time. I heard it in my past life while following your every move.”
“Enough. Just die. You’ll understand soon enough.”
This time it wasn’t a lie, yet he won’t believe it.
“Anyway, listen here, boy.”
“Shut your mouth.”
He had no intention of listening.
Well, I suppose I should talk to myself then.
Clang clang clang!
I struck away Hyeol-an’s early moves once more and continued speaking.
“Once you master the pleasure of executing nine techniques from one direction among the six harmonies in a single breath, you’ll hear the sound of a bee’s wings.”
That’s why that realm is called the Bongik Realm.
Booooong!
My sword continued to resonate.
The sword’s tone began to change subtly.
Simultaneously, pure white sword energy erupted from the blade’s tip, more brilliant than anything else.
That was the moment.
“So then, if one ascends to the ultimate realm and releases sword energy as a merchant, what happens when the sword and sword energy sing together?”
The sword answered instead.
Kiiiiee!
Sixty techniques contained in half a second.
One harmony, one hundred and eight techniques in a single strike.
Swift vibrations. A sword’s cry reminiscent of a hawk’s screech.
“How’s that? Sounds like a hawk crying, doesn’t it?”
Until just moments ago, my Gaecheon Bak-pal-geom had remained at the eight-star level.
But now.
My sword was unleashing the Hawk’s Roar Realm—the evidence of Gaecheon Bak-pal-geom’s mastery.
And if I added the subtlety of resonant vibration to this.
Kiiiiiiee-!
“Ughhhh!”
Hyeol-an instinctively covered her ears with both hands.
The energy wave spreading through the sound, with the celestial energy within it, struck at her very spirit.
“Phew. I really thought I’d die from frustration, you know? I thought I’d burst from holding back against some pathetic wretch who could be crushed the moment I reach the ultimate realm.”
“Are you speaking of me?”
“Then who else is here besides you, bastard? You think I’d say this to Adu lying over there?”
Until moments ago, I was merely a first-rate master.
But now.
I had confidence that if my opponent was an ultimate master, I wouldn’t lose to anyone.
Even if my opponent was a hundred-year-old Bloodline Sect Elder.
‘At best, they’re just an ordinary person who never reached the transcendent realm despite their age.’
Well, in my past life I did fight at the transcendent realm.
But that’s not the case now, is it?
“For daring to be insolent without knowing your place as an ordinary person, you’ll pay with your life, won’t you?”
I laughed wickedly and launched myself forward, surrounded by streams of sword energy and the hawk’s cry echoing in all directions.
“Die, old man!”

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