Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 109

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 109
“Krraaaagh!”
“Soga-joonim! Regain your senses!”
“Disciples, deploy the sword formation and attack the Namgung Soga-joonim!”
“What madness is this! Drawing steel against the Main Residence’s Soga-joonim, krraaaagh!”
Complete pandemonium. It was utter chaos incarnate.
Yang Hwi quietly retreated backward and attended to Adu.
“Adu.”
“Ugh… it hurts.”
“Stay sharp. You can interrupt your breathing technique mid-cultivation, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then circulate your energy. You need to be ready to move the moment I give the signal.”
“Got it.”
The wounds sustained from the life-or-death duel with Hyeol-an ran deep.
I needed to recover as much strength as possible to prepare for any unforeseen crisis.
‘He certainly knows how to fight.’
Namgung Cheon-hu was rampaging like a madman, slaughtering indiscriminately, though his victims were mostly members of the Namgung household itself.
While the Shaman’s Disciples deployed their sword formation in opposition, the Namgung, having lost their commander, could not do the same.
‘It’s somewhat unsettling, but… I’ve done all the warning I needed to give.’
A cold, piercing gaze turned toward Namgung Cheon-hu.
Until that bastard lost his family’s standing to precisely the right degree.
I had no intention of intervening.
“Sever the Namgung Soga-joonim’s forearm! We must make him drop the Demon Sword!”
“Stop this! Are you not afraid of future consequences!”
“Then what do you suggest! He’s rampaging like a madman!”
“Restraint! We can simply restrain him!”
“Then let the Namgung Family handle it themselves! The Shaman will withdraw!”
I observed the spectacle unfolding before me with leisurely indifference.
As composure returned, my thoughts broadened, and suddenly a question I had postponed surfaced in my mind.
‘Come to think of it, why was that sword here in the first place.’
The Blood God Demon Sword—the sacred treasure and sect leader’s blade of the Blood Cult.
The reason I knew the sword’s identity was simple.
In my past life as a heretic, I had once seen it held in the hands of the Blood Cult’s sect leader.
In other words, in the future, that sword will fall into the Blood Cult’s possession.
‘But it was the Namgung Family that excavated the Sword King’s Tomb.’
Unlike the present, in my past life the Namgung Family had excavated the Sword King’s Tomb in secret, leaving no opportunity for the Blood Cult to interfere.
Yet the Blood God Demon Sword still ended up in the sect leader’s hands.
My eyes grew even colder and more piercing.
‘Perhaps… an unexpected variable might emerge that I never anticipated.’
An unforeseen gain had materialized.
If my reasoning is correct, I might be able to reap the benefits of a fisherman’s profit.
‘More importantly, what do I do about the Bloodfiend Demon Blade?’
A sword, by nature, becomes a demon blade or a divine blade depending on who wields it.
The Bloodfiend Demon Blade, which possessed the sinister function of dominating the spirit and driving it to madness, was nothing more than a well-forged sword in my hands with Seon-gi.
In other words, it would be a waste to hand it over to the Shaman or Namgung.
‘The problem is that now that they’ve seen it, it’s impossible for me to claim it.’
There’s no helping it. I’ll abandon the Bloodfiend Demon Blade.
Instead, let me secure some other gain for certain.
“Adu. Can you move now?”
“…Yes.”
I gazed at the golden crown behind us.
Judging by its size, it should be worth at least ten thousand gold coins.
With a hundred gold coins, one could furnish a respectable establishment in Juru, so this represented a fortune equivalent to a hundred such enterprises!
“Hehehehe. Hehehehe!”
“Yang Hwi, why are you laughing?”
“If I take that, I could buy a million rice cakes.”
“A-a million?!”
Adu was startled.
“Yes. Isn’t it amazing?”
“How many is a million?”
“….”
How high can this bastard count anyway?
“One hundred and eight times ten thousand equals a million.”
“Ah!”
So he can count up to ten thousand at least?
The fool is smarter than I thought.
With such thoughts, I approached the golden crown.
It was fixed to the wall, but it seemed like it would come loose if I pulled hard enough.
“Heave!”
The golden crown came free more easily than expected.
But there was something strange—the moment I removed the crown, the earthen wall around it crumbled, creating a large opening.
‘What is this? Some other mechanism… Could there be hidden treasure beyond?!’
I thrust my head into the opening to examine the interior, but was soon disappointed.
A corridor extended backward, but there was no treasure to be found, no matter how hard I looked.
‘This must be the exit marked on Jang Bo-do’s map. So close, yet so far.’
I turned my head away in resignation.
Only three Heavenly Blue Sky Sword Sect members remained alive. With this many witnesses, it seemed time to subdue Namgung Cheon-hu.
‘Still, those Shaman bastards… that Elder is quite cunning too.’
Elder Cheong-so is a master of the highest caliber. Moreover, he commands dozens of disciples capable of wielding sword formations.
Even if Namgung Cheon-hu, also a supreme master, were possessed by the Bloodfiend Demon Blade and driven to madness, they could easily subdue him.
Yet I’m taking a defensive stance, allowing the Heavenly Blue Sky Sect disciples to fall without intervention.
I’m not sacrificing my own sect members to accomplish my goals—I’m simply watching martial artists from other sects perish.
‘So that’s their choice. Weakening the Namgung Family, a rival sect, and gaining benefits in one stroke. Clever.’
“Adu, are you feeling better now?”
“Yeah. Much better.”
“Then let’s move. See that maniac raging over there?”
“Yeah. Bad news.”
“Let’s take him down together. But don’t kill him.”
“Don’t send him to hell?”
“Right. Subdue him with minimal injury and just take his sword.”
Seizing the perfect opening, I synchronized my movements with Adu and unleashed our techniques simultaneously.
“Hundred Paces Divine Fist!”
Golden fist energy tore through the air, striking Namgung Cheon-hu’s body directly.
At the same speed, I drove forward and pierced his elbow pressure point.
With the vital acupoint on his elbow struck, Namgung Cheon-hu’s grip weakened, and the Bloodfiend Demon Sword clattered to the ground.
“Phew. Barely subdued him.”
…
…
“I’m serious. Fighting that bastard demon took a toll on my body. Ugh, I’m coughing blood…!”
I covered my mouth and spat blood. Since I already had internal bleeding, the act came easily.
“In any case, my warning has been proven true. This sword—whoever grasps it becomes a crazed demon. The Shamans can test it themselves if they wish.”
“…That’s enough.”
Elder Cheongseo sighed and looked at me.
“Since Namgung Dou has personally demonstrated it, we cannot repeat the same mistake. Step back, Namgung Cheon-yeong.”
Yet despite those words, he still hasn’t given up on the Bloodfiend Demon Sword.
He’s probably planning to wrap it carefully in cloth and take it to the Shaman Sect without touching it directly.
Well, given the damage caused, the sect leader needs something to save face.
‘Hmm. Do I really have to hand it over? Openly antagonizing the Shaman Sect is premature.’
I shifted my gaze to look at Hyeon-hyeon.
The one who becomes the Shaman Sect’s greatest swordmaster in the future. The sect’s finest talent right now.
‘I had hoped Namgung Cheon-hu would kill him.’
If that had happened, the situation would have changed dramatically.
Hyeon-hyeon’s value to the Shaman Sect was considerable.
It could have altered the sect’s entire trajectory.
‘Well, dwelling on failures is foolish.’
Regrettable as it is, I’m truly giving up the Bloodfiend Demon Sword.
With that thought, I stepped back one pace.
“Please take it.”
That was the moment.
Rumble!
“…Grrrrrrowl?”
Grrrrrrowwwwl!
Adu cried out cheerfully.
“The sound my belly makes when it hurts!”
That’s true enough. When your stomach acts up, you do make that kind of sound before everything comes pouring out in a rush.
…It’s the sound of something gushing forth.
‘Now that I think about it….’
Behind the hole where I’d removed the golden crown stretched a long corridor.
No, on second thought, it didn’t seem like a corridor at all.
‘It’s a water channel!’
Grrrrrrowwwwl!
The sound grew louder.
A torrent was undoubtedly surging down like a waterfall, about to pour through.
‘Damn it! My gold!’
Forget the Bloodfiend Demon Blade—I rushed toward the golden crown.
What should I do? If I get swept away by the current, I won’t be able to protect the crown.
‘I’ll just smash it and stuff as much as I can into my clothes and pockets… wait?’
Now that I looked at it, this crown wasn’t rectangular at all.
Because the Bloodfiend Demon Blade was sealed inside like a corpse, I’d unconsciously thought of it as a crown.
But looking at it now, its shape oddly resembled a boat.
Or rather, crude though it was, it could definitely pass for a boat.
‘I see. This must be the final contingency.’
I immediately shifted the golden boat to the side and climbed aboard.
“Adu! Get in!”
The moment Adu climbed up, an enormous surge of water erupted through the hole like a waterfall.
Because I’d moved the golden boat to the empty space right beside the hole, we weren’t immediately swept away, but it was only a matter of time.
‘As long as I’m not swept away before the others, that’s all that matters.’
“Drive your hands into the wall and hold on!”
“Got it!”
I drove one hand into the earthen wall and gripped the golden boat with the other.
Hanging there like that, I held on and held on.
“Where did all this water come from!”
“Hold each other’s bodies tight!”
“Aaaahhh!”
“We’re being swept away!”
“Drive your blades into the wall and hold!”
The internal structure of Geom Wang’s Residence had corridors that curved, but they stretched out in a single line overall.
In other words, the current flowed in one direction perfectly.
Clinging to the wall in the dead zone of the water’s force, I only let go once the Shaman and all the Namgung Family warriors had been swept away.
“Let’s go!”
“Woohoo! This is fun!”
And it truly was fun.
Riding the boat down the turbulent rapids felt exactly like an amusement ride.
Of course, every time the corridor twisted sharply, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was about to smash into the wall and die.
Take that protruding rock ahead, for instance… Wait?
“Yang Hwi! The sword!”
The Bloodfiend Demon Sword was lodged in the rock.
It must have gotten wedged there by accident while being swept down by the rapids.
I immediately kicked off the boat, launched myself through the air, grabbed the Bloodfiend Demon Sword, and executed a perfect somersault.
The current conveniently guided the golden boat beneath me, and I landed gracefully.
“What incredible luck!”
“Expensive?”
“No idea! But if I keep it, I’m sure I’ll find a use for it eventually!”
I couldn’t openly wield the Bloodfiend Demon Sword.
Even if there were no problems thanks to Seon-gi’s help, swinging around a sword with a crimson blade that looked unmistakably demonic would invite suspicion and trouble.
Besides, the Namgung Family and the Shaman already knew what the sword looked like.
‘Still, this is definitely not an ordinary iron blade.’
I couldn’t let it fall into the Bloodfiend Cult’s hands, so if I broke it down and studied it, perhaps I could find some way to utilize it.
At the very least, keeping it meant the Bloodfiend Cult bastards couldn’t get their hands on it—that alone was a gain.
“Now, the real question is what to do next.”
I couldn’t keep drifting downstream like this.
‘The end of the rapids must lead to Baek Su.’
The river that curved around the vicinity of Baek Su-san.
The underground corridor’s exit was likely connected to the riverbank somewhere.
In other words, if I kept getting swept downstream, I’d eventually encounter the remnants of the Bloodfiend Cult and the numerous martial artists who had been at the Sword King’s Estate.
‘Well, I don’t need to worry about the Bloodfiend Cult remnants.’
Most of the members of the Bloodfiend Cult’s Sixth Division were half-human, half-corpse.
They were nothing but puppets whose spirits had been seized by Hyeol-an.
In other words, the moment Hyeol-an died and the spiritual connection severed, they all became nothing more than walking corpses.
Or rather, half-decomposed corpses still shambling about.
‘Regardless, the real headache is the martial artists.’
As for the Namgung Family, Namgung Cheon-hu killed most of them, leaving only a handful. But the Shaman still has most of her forces intact.
If we meet, she’ll immediately try to seize the Bloodfiend Demon Sword.
‘What should I do? Ideally, I could branch off somewhere else along the way.’
Ah, now that I think about it…
Yang Hwi lifted his head, remembering something.
And right on cue, a shout echoed from above.
“Little brother!”
“Brother!”
“Hwi!”
“Hwi’s younger sibling!”
Yang Hwi’s expression brightened instantly.

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