Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 254

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 254
Yeokcheon Singyeo.
Among the three great demonic sects—the Blood Sect, the Bright Moon Sect, and others—it was called the worst and the strongest of all heretical cults.
Whether it was the Blood Sect or the Bright Moon Sect, they were all madmen, but among them, the Singyeo followers were genuinely insane.
That wasn’t all.
Despite their small numbers, the Singyeo had been an object of terror throughout the demonic underworld.
It was only natural—they were monsters who possessed Gu-pa-level martial prowess even in small groups.
Moreover, there was the Cheonma at the very top, who received absolute fanatical devotion from all demons.
-Heavenly Deity! Against the heavens, a new world!
-Heavenly Deity!
The absolute being whom the Singyeo called the Heavenly Deity or the Divine Existence.
At that time, the martial artists of the demonic underworld called him this.
A great evil born of heaven.
The greatest demon beneath the heavens.
The Cheonma.
“Ha ha, ha ha ha….”
Laughter that flowed out unbidden.
Such a monster had been dwelling within Nang Hon?
Black and white.
Yin and yang.
Or perhaps.
Just as life and death were one, the two colors of black and white might be a single entity.
‘Damn it. I shouldn’t have brought Seolha here.’
I should have found my way here alone, no matter what it took.
I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.
Had I been overconfident in myself?
‘No. If I hadn’t come, I would have learned nothing.’
To change something, one must act.
Even if I faced the worst outcome, I must not regret my actions.
Otherwise, I would become someone who considers inaction the greatest virtue.
“Seolha. Snap out of it.”
Jegal Seol-ha remained consumed by terror.
The mental image of the Cheonma reflected in her eyes.
The white flower bud had fully bloomed into darkness.
Like ink splattering from a brush carelessly wielded by a painter, ruining the canvas, it was a darkness that sought to paint the world pitch black.
“Brother….”
As I observed Jegal Seol-ha’s state, I suddenly felt something amiss.
Seolha, who from a young age had been forced to witness grotesque mental images, however different in degree.
Moreover, Seolha was a warrior who had received the teachings of Cheonmu-sip-jon.
With talent combined with effort, she was the one expected to become the most overwhelming first-ranked master throughout the past century.
I’m not so weak that I’d suffer such a spiritual blow.
[Let it be. It’s only natural.]
The Cheonma’s voice echoed from all directions around me.
Was this the Liuhe Transmission Sound—one of the upper-tier sound transmission techniques that occupies the entire space, causing voices to resonate from all six directions?
No, it was more than that.
I could tell without even attempting it myself.
Even if I blocked my ears and numbed my senses with spiritual energy, the voice would still reverberate.
Because the Cheonma’s voice wasn’t mere sound—it was Heart-Speech.
‘Radiant Heart-Speech? That’s insane. So it actually exists as a real technique.’
Radiant Heart-Speech. Literally, the supreme transmission technique that conveys will through the heart itself.
However, unlike the Liuhe Transmission Sound, the consensus was that it existed only as legend—something that could never manifest in this world.
Sound transmission techniques use spiritual energy to convey sound, but transmitting words through the heart rather than energy?
It lay entirely beyond the scope of what could even be called a transmission technique. It was a divine realm.
“Natural? What do you mean by that?”
The Cheonma answered readily enough.
[She… is a distorted existence, just like you.]
It seemed he had no intention of providing a proper answer.
“The way you keep spouting nonsense makes me question your very origins.”
[Hahahaha! How amusing. To speak with such eloquence even now, seeing what you’ve become.]
[How much do you know of her constitution?]
Peach Blossom Constitution. The temperament and physique that dwells in a girl born under the influence of the Peach Blossom Star, one of the celestial positions of the heavenly stems.
Born carrying the Peach Blossom energy—yin yet rising and burning—she inevitably enchants and draws people to her, whether she wishes to or not.
[Isn’t it strange? If she were merely a Peach Blossom Constitution, how could she perceive people’s inner imagery with her eyes?]
“….”
It was a doubt I’d harbored briefly before.
“The upper dantian has always been a gateway to commune with heaven, a field where spiritual qi takes root. With Peach Blossom energy dwelling there, nothing would be strange no matter what occurred.”
[You know that’s not the case. You, who have utilized the upper dantian, should understand well.]
Martial arts that utilize the upper dantian are rare, but they’re not nonexistent.
Take the Heartless Art that Chu Dal had mastered—it interfered with the upper dantian by castrating emotions.
So I did know.
That Jegal Seol-ha possessed a special ability.
‘So what. If that counts as special, then what am I—ordinary?’
I pride myself on possessing the greatest talent under heaven.
My sensory acuity has transcended the limits of humanity itself.
And I’ve even reversed the flow of time itself.
So Seolha’s specialness amounts to nothing.
[She should have been broken and fallen according to her original trajectory. Yet if she was completed by bearing and bearing countless inner images within herself….]
My eyes naturally hardened with intensity.
The expression was like a Zen riddle, ambiguous, but that.
It certainly seemed to refer to the path Seolha had walked in her previous life.
So the path that Seolha should have walked was one where she fell victim to a poorly mastered Seob Hon technique, descended into demonic madness, and became Seob Hon-ma-hu, unleashing a blood calamity across the land?
‘Nonsense. Who decides such things.’
[I gathered the power of the Peach Blossom Star, one of the celestial constellations of heaven, into a single point.]
[I wished for her to be born, to grow, to endure trials, and to arrive at my side. Had it come to pass, she would have made a splendid companion.]
It was a shocking revelation.
The very curse that had tormented Seolha had been born from this Cheonma bastard’s doing.
“What right do you have to impose such suffering on another person?”
[Ho. So your anger stems from there. You’ve grown well, like a true man. You possess the qualifications to claim my companion.]
“I’ve claimed nothing. Our fates simply intertwined, and we became companions.”
[Is that so. Either way, it pleases me.]
[Pleases me greatly. She has ripened so beautifully—let her mature further, deepen, and reach full bloom.]
I clenched my teeth and deliberately summoned my rage.
I transformed the trembling that seized my body into anger.
“You bastard, treating people like grain to be harvested. The poison I harbor is quite potent—I hope you choke on it.”
[Should that occur, it too would be heavenly fate.]
[In any case, let her be. That she merely suffered spiritual numbness without achieving completion before encountering her original destiny is itself a commendable outcome.]
“This cursed flow. This cursed fate.”
The word commonly used: destiny.
Its meaning cycles and repeats endlessly.
“You speak of defying heaven’s will, yet you sound like heaven’s own servant through and through?”
I clenched my teeth so hard blood seeped from my gums.
‘I must seize the flow, claim dominion over the board.’
“So Seolha being this way is natural? No. It isn’t.”
I drew forth my spiritual energy.
Spiritual Qi—the purest and most righteous energy under heaven, obtained by defying the ages.
Hwa-cheon Seon-gi—a synthesis I had created by interpreting even that energy and blending it with what I originally possessed.
‘Seonran Hwayong-sul!’
A martial technique I had once developed for Neung-o, who had resolved to stand against the Myeong Sect that gnawed at Jeomchang.
By transmitting an egg formed from vibrant Spiritual Qi, it allowed Spiritual Qi to dwell within another’s body.
‘When Neung-o fought that bastard Myeong-wol… the Spiritual Qi definitely moved.’
How could Neung-o not have been terrified.
Standing against the main sect with merely a disciple’s body.
Having to pierce an ultimate blade with a peak blade.
In that moment, I witnessed it clearly.
‘The Seonran of Seonran Hwayong-sul… blooms together with the one who harbors it.’
It was only natural—after creating Seonran Hwayong-sul, I had placed a Seonran within Jegal Seol-ha’s body as well.
In this very moment, the Seonran awakens in response to the Hwa-cheon Seon-gi.
The egg formed of Spiritual essence blooms, transforming into the courage of valor.
“Brother.”
“Seolha, are you alright?”
I could tell just by looking at his eyes. Unlike moments before, his gaze was now sharp and focused, tinged with a peculiar defiance.
“Damn it, that bastard made me lose face.”
Jegal Seol-ha’s expression hardened as she gripped the Cheoneum Bipha in her hand.
“Hey, you punk. What’s this talk about a companion? I’m telling you, being too beautiful is exhausting. You’re nothing but a pathetic wretch compared to Namgung Cheon-yeong.”
[….]
His silence suggested that even the Cheonma of all creation hadn’t anticipated Jegal Seol-ha would come at him so sharply.
Well, this worked perfectly to shift the flow.
I propped myself up on one leg and slung my sword across my shoulder.
“So Seolha’s reaction was natural and fit the moment? Go on, say it again.”
“If I’m the Cheonma, then I’m the Cheonma. Just because I’m strong doesn’t mean I know everything—quit your nonsense. Isn’t that right, brother?”
“Exactly. What an irritating bastard.”
It was the kind of sharp tongue that would provoke even someone of cultivated temperament.
Yet the Cheonma’s voice carried something almost pleased.
[You have reinterpreted the technique of Amhyeol Chaemdok-go. You shaped eggs with heavenly qi and allowed them to grow alongside you.]
[Yes… it has always been heaven that ruins my plans.]
“Stop muttering about heaven like you’re the only one who understands. Let me ask you something about this situation.”
There were several things I was genuinely curious about.
“Why did you reveal your identity? And to me, no less—someone who’s only in the late stages of mastery?”
As Yang Hwi, I couldn’t help but question this.
The Cheonma. In my past life, he had scarcely ever revealed himself directly.
This sluggish bastard was exposing his true nature so easily and even calling himself the Cheonma?
There had to be a reason.
[You know so little. Ignorance is weakness itself. I don’t know what arrangement Geom Seon made for you, but you are still far from sufficient.]
“Right, I’m lacking, so fill in the gaps for me. Can’t you understand what I’m saying?”
[It is you who fails to understand, Yang Hwi. Have I not told you this many times? Because your name is Yang Hwi, you are inevitably special to me.]
[No, in truth… from the moment the world was born, you have always been special to me.]
“So quit the riddles and just speak plainly, will you? How many times do I have to say this?”
[Very well. To grant understanding to the ignorant is sometimes a joy and a privilege.]
[Yang Hwi, speak my name aloud.]
Why does he enjoy playing games with names so much?
“Nang Hon. No, wait—Mineum. Mineum… Could it be something other than Mineum?”
In times of hardship, there is shade/shelter.
Among them, the character 民 had different meanings and pronunciations.
Right, the character for darkness: 혼 (hun).
[My name is Honeum. To dye all of creation’s myriad forms in the darkness of Honeum—this is the Way I have carved for myself.]
[Heaven seeks to erase the heretics who defy its will.]
[It permits no such path, and thus it grasps at those who walk it.]
[Therefore, those who shine brightly in the light—those like you, Yang Hwi, those who wish to be Yang Hwi—]
[must stand as the very antithesis of this Cheonma, this Honeum.]
Suddenly, darkness drew an arc.
The world’s darkness and light, life and death, smiled brightly.
[You’ve come seeking a mark. I shall grant your request.]
[Before you depart, let me see your skill once more.]
In that instant.
The Cheonma’s darkness surged toward Yang Hwi and Seolha.
“Seolha, dodge!”
I pushed her away with all my strength. As her body flew back rapidly, I spun around and raised my blade high.
The Hwa-cheon Seon-gi drawn at full power. The blade trembled violently.
The hawk’s cry pierced the air.
-Kiiiiiiiiiii!

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