Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 240

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 240
Jeomchang’s greatest swordsman and sect leader.
Also, a spy of the Ming Cult attempting to seize control of Jeomchang within Gu-pa.
Myeong-wol.
The moment he descended to the arena, he bowed respectfully to the spectators.
“I humbly apologize to my fellow cultivators for the disturbance our sect has caused at this sacred gathering.”
He offered an apology first, when one would not be surprised if he erupted in fury.
An extraordinarily cold rationality. Or perhaps an inability to feel emotion at all.
‘Myeong-wol… he lives up to his name.’
Bright as the character for light, moon as the character for lunar. His monastic name carried the meaning of moonlight.
Without question, he belonged to the Moon Faction of the Sun-Moon Ming Cult.
As the name suggests, the Ming Cult divides into two great factions: the Sun Faction and the Moon Faction.
Among them, the demonic arts of the Moon Faction, which reveres the lunar, possess the characteristic that emotions are progressively stripped away the more one cultivates them.
“Hear me, criminal Neung-o. You harbored obstinacy in your stagnation and committed grave sin. Through punishment, I shall correct all that has gone awry.”
I wondered what nonsense this demonic cult bastard was spouting, but once the fight began, his intent became clear.
‘He simply meant to toy with me before killing me.’
More precisely, he seemed intent on impressing upon everyone that the Splitting Light Sword Method surpassed the Sa-il Sword Method.
“Observe, criminal Neung-o. Receive your final lesson before death. This is Splitting Light.”
The Splitting Light Sword—a swift blade with the momentum to cleave even rays of light itself.
Hundreds of sword shadows, no—sword lights danced in chaos.
In contrast, Neung-o was but a single point.
Like a lone reed amid a storm assailing from all directions.
‘One-sided. It cannot be otherwise.’
I sense it. Something beyond mere sword qi.
It transcends the self and settles into the blade.
Having surpassed even that, space itself falls under the dominion of intent.
Transcendent Peak. Otherwise called the Realm of Dominion.
Living Intent—qi embraces intent, and from this embrace, life is born.
Void Seizure—a powerful will, through qi as medium, transcends even empty space to exert influence.
Finally, Blade and Body as One.
When one achieves unity with the martial way one has cultivated.
‘A warrior can then impose their own martial way upon the world.’
Humanity, born from Heaven and Earth, now reverses the flow to dye Heaven and Earth in human colors. Such is the marvel.
Therefore, the Realm of Dominion. Having transcended even limits and extremes—the very peak itself—it is Transcendent Peak.
Myeong-wol was a master of Transcendent Peak.
‘There was no need to go this far. He truly wants to impress it upon everyone.’
The light surrounding Myeong-wol was being split apart.
Light being split? Light was never something that could be split in the first place.
Yet clearly, light was being split apart.
Myeong-wol’s inner landscape was distorting the very principles of the world.
“Witness and remember, criminal. This is the Divided Light Sword Realm.”
Each fragment of split light targeted every vital point and meridian across Neung-o’s body.
In an instant, he was drenched in blood.
Yet he remained a single point, still drawing his arrow.
‘If I fail, Jeomchang will choose Divided Light.’
Or perhaps he had already chosen it. All my disciples except myself were learning the Divided Light Sword technique.
In a sense, it was an inevitable outcome.
Sa-il’s sword was extraordinarily abstruse, and ascending to that realm was exceedingly difficult.
Divided Light’s sword, by contrast, could be learned easily even by younger disciples, and they could grow stronger far more rapidly.
Martial arts that only geniuses could master would inevitably have their lineage severed someday, and perhaps Divided Light suited Jeomchang better than Sa-il.
But was it truly inevitable?
‘No. Jeomchang does not exist to continue. It exists to pursue the Way of Sa-il.’
Neung-o touched the응안문 below his Adam’s apple.
A wound my Master had carved through my neck with his own blade in my childhood.
A medal signifying that a Jeomchang Warrior had become a Sa-il Swordsman.
Jeomchang’s sword is not Sa-il.
Jeomchang exists for Sa-il.
So not Divided Light, but Confused Light.
Merely light that bewilders Jeomchang.
‘Master. At last, this day has come. I will prove the Way of Sa-il you entrusted to me.’
I had long since reached the pinnacle, yet among the three enlightenments of the transcendent realm, I had grasped only the Living Vitality.
There was no way I could achieve victory against a transcendent master.
But there was.
I believed there was.
Through belief, I would transcend.
‘That is extreme discipline. Everything of the Sa-il Way.’
To pierce the sun with an arrow, one must become the arrow.
An arrow released from the bowstring never hesitates; it only flies.
So there was no hesitation. Not even a speck of doubt or anxiety existed.
I simply believe. An arrow released from the bowstring flies in only one direction.
‘If one hears the Way in the morning, one may die content in the evening.’
To awaken to the Way at dawn, and to die at dusk—this is enough.
Myeong-wol. My Master’s vengeance.
Divided Light.
Yet there is no emotion. I have forgotten, focusing only on one thing.
Death is acceptable. So only Sa-il—Piercing the Sun.
I will refine everything away, transforming myself into a single point of absolute focus—a single arrow.
“Now then, criminal Neung-o. Let me end this.”
Over a hundred breaths had already passed. I bore wounds severe enough that collapse would be no surprise.
A form too grotesque to be called human—a tattered wreck.
No one had anticipated Neung-o’s victory.
None dared to.
But.
‘A master of the highest pinnacle against one of the pinnacle—a hundred breaths. This too is carelessness.’
The arrow that had been loosed would not miss the opening. In this very moment, I was certain of Neung-o’s strike.
The reason was simple.
‘The Intent of Living Vitality. Neung-o’s will… is burning with life itself.’
In truth, it was an ambiguous expression.
Then what was the function of the Intent of Living Vitality?
Simple. Just as life blooms from nothingness, the will transcends the impossible.
“Witness it clearly! The Way of Radiant Light!”
Unlike Myeong-wol, who cried out as if to prove something, Neung-o whispered so softly it was barely audible.
“Jang Moon-in. This is the Way of Sa-il.”
Transcendence. Transcendence, and transcendence once more.
That is, intense enough to surpass oneself.
One person concentrated into one point, becoming one arrow.
-Neung-o, Dan Neung-o who bears the surname Dan. Remember well the words of this master.
The Sa-il Sword Technique is supreme under heaven.
The first form of the Sa-il Sword Technique: Hou Yi Shoots the Sun.
The ultimate secret of the Sa-il Sword Technique: Hou Yi Shoots the Sun.
It pierced through.
“Kuh… Hak…!”
Neung-o’s sword pierced through Myeong-wol’s throat.
It penetrated the Responding Peace Gate of the swordsman who possessed it yet had abandoned Sa-il.
“Gul-reuk… Wh, how…?”
Myeong-wol asked, blood foam spilling from his lips, his expression one of disbelief.
Neung-o answered quietly.
“You became the target, so I simply loosed the arrow.”
The light faded from Myeong-wol’s eyes.
A master of the pinnacle had defeated a master of the highest pinnacle.
The disciple had killed the Jang Moon-in.
Sa-il had broken Radiant Light.
“Th, this is…?”
“Jang Moon-in! Jang Moon-in!”
“How could this…”
Chaos engulfed all directions. Among them, the disciples of Jeomchang were chaos itself.
Myeong-wol’s close associates had gone rigid as stone, while the disciples beneath them were denying the unbelievable reality.
‘Hah! Neung-o finally did it.’
Among Jeomchang’s disciples, excluding the leadership, there were those who had chosen Radiant Light purely to grow stronger.
They had chosen it only because they believed Radiant Light superior to Sa-il, and unknowingly, they had been infiltrated by the Myeong Sect.
All of them were engulfed in shock and confusion.
Because Fen Guang, whom they thought superior, had been pierced through by Sa-il.
Because Sa-il, unfolded from the hands of a peak master, had penetrated the Fen Guang of a transcendent master.
‘Sa-il swordsmanship. The Way of Sa-il. So this is what it was.’
Sa-il. Pierce through the sun.
No matter how formidable the enemy, it creates a singular point that can absolutely pierce through them.
That was the true significance of Sa-il’s guidance.
‘But what happens to Neung-o hyung now.’
Before the eyes of ten thousand, Jeomchang’s disciple had killed Jeomchang’s sect leader.
There was no way this could be overlooked.
“A calamity upon the realm! What heinous crime is this!”
“To commit the grave sin of murdering the sect leader at Baek Do’s greatest festival!”
“Seize that wretch at once!”
Neung-o’s expression was serene.
As if he had already accepted death.
Not a trace of regret was visible.
But.
‘Neung-o hyung. Don’t think you’ll die having completed your duty like this. I won’t allow it.’
“Taha!”
I deliberately let out a shout and launched my body forward.
Using the mysteries of sound transmission, I delivered my voice to everyone’s ears and gathered all attention upon myself.
“The Gaecheon Geomryong of the Baek Family has a word to offer the assembled masters!”
Their expressions seemed to ask, who are you to step forward and speak?
I smiled faintly.
“Jeomchang’s sect leader Myeong-wol was a spy dispatched by the Ilwol Myeong Cult to infiltrate Jeomchang! In other words, Nong-o Daoist made a desperate decision to purify his own sect!”
The crowd fell into shock once more, but for different reasons.
“Ilwol Myeong Cult? I’ve never heard of such a place.”
“It must be one of the demonic sects! Was Jeomchang really under the grasp of a demonic cult?”
“Now that you mention it, he was calling out Fen Guang, not Sa-il… Are you saying the swordsmanship itself originated from a demonic cult?”
“Unbelievable! I don’t even sense any demonic energy!”
“And why is Baek Gong-ja suddenly stepping forward! How would he know about this Ilwol Myeong Cult or whatever demonic sect it is!”
Disjointed words poured forth. The confusion was palpable.
‘Overall, they don’t seem to believe my words.’
It was natural—I had suddenly stepped forward and claimed that Gu-pa’s sect leader was actually a demonic spy.
-Hwi’s younger brother! Do you have evidence? As far as we know, nothing was prepared!
-Hyung, if things flow in this direction, they might misunderstand that we’re trying to frame Jeomchang!
-Hyung, do you have a plan? You’re just spouting things without thinking it through. Give us orders quickly, we need to move fast.
-Older brother? You did think this through before stepping forward, right? This situation seems quite dangerous….
A barrage of telepathic messages from my comrades.
Evidence? None. A plan? None either.
There’s no way that could be true.
In other words, there’s absolutely no way I can handle the aftermath as things stand.
…But then.
‘Why should I care? If I don’t handle the aftermath, so be it.’
If there’s no evidence to begin with, I simply create it.
How? Through reputation.
Just as Beop-gak testified under his own name before, exposing Namgung Cheon-hu’s misdeeds.
-Venerable Master. I’m calling in the debt you promised when you gave me Won-woo.
I sent a telepathic message to the Taeguk Sword Master while stroking Won-woo perched on my shoulder.
Then I turned to face everyone and shouted loudly.
“Everything this Young Master has spoken is nothing but absolute truth! Jeomchang, the sect leader Myeong-wol, was a spy of the Ilwol Myeong Sect, and the Nong-o Daoist is a righteous hero who risked his life for the reformation of his sect!”
I turned toward the Shaman faction and smiled wickedly before continuing.
“I stake the names of the Shaman and the venerable Taeguk Sword Master on this! It is an undeniable fact!”
For the third time, the crowd erupted into shock and confusion.
“Is that not so, venerable Geom-ong?”
Well then, old master.
Please handle the aftermath for me?

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