Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 256

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 256
A pair of wings.
A pair of sword intents.
Covered everything within my sight.
So many sword strikes that it felt less like cutting and piercing, and more like being engulfed.
Kwaaaaaaang!
A scene of utter devastation. Throughout all of history, could any warrior at this level unleash such overwhelming power?
I doubted it would exceed three people.
Like Neung-o, or rather, even more brilliantly than him.
I had succeeded in wielding the power of a realm I had yet to reach.
‘I think I’m going to collapse.’
I poured everything into my sword and unleashed it all.
My left hand, which had transformed into a sword, lost its light and form, while my right hand’s blade also dimmed.
As I stumbled and lost my balance, Seolha appeared beside me and grabbed my arm to steady me.
“Brother, are you alright?”
If I said no, would she worry?
With no strength left, I wanted to lean on her and collapse.
But this wasn’t the time for that.
Before the scorched mountains and fields, I forced out a bitter word.
“Seolha. I’ll buy us time however I can, so use your lightness technique at full power.”
“You think I would leave you behind and go?”
“Hurry. Do as I say.”
The reason I said this was simple.
[Among countless ages, that was remarkable. Even though you’re not fully ripe, you have refined taste.]
My chest grew heavier. I forced my lips upward and spoke with mockery.
“To say such things after sustaining just a scratch—you’re trying to provoke me, aren’t you?”
The sword strike that contained everything had inflicted damage even on the Cheonma’s formidable energy, which boasted absolute defense.
But it was merely a scratch, nothing more.
‘Time. Just a little more time.’
-Seolha, run quickly!
“I don’t want to. Stop sending me telepathic messages.”
Irritation surged up, and I whipped my head toward Seolha.
Our eyes met. The resolve crystallized in her pupils.
No matter what I said, it would be useless.
Damn it, nothing in life goes as planned.
Then again, that’s what life is.
[Why do you make such an expression? Be joyful. There are few in all the realm who can wound the Cheonma’s energy.]
Yes, the Cheonma’s energy was indeed formidable.
Had the Cheonma’s power not been demonic energy, I wouldn’t have even managed a scratch.
‘It’s only because of Seon-gi and the Heavenly Escape Sword Technique—two forces perfectly opposed to the Cheonma—that I could inflict even this scratch.’
[What comes next? If you have more tricks prepared, display them. I’ll wait with magnanimity.]
There is nothing. Everything has been blocked, nothing has worked.
All I can do is beg like a weakling hoping for a strong one’s mercy… No.
That was the moment.
‘Hehehehe, finally!’
The corners of my mouth stretched upward.
I let out words with a snicker.
“Hey. I’ll admit it.”
[Admit what?]
“Cheonma? I thought you were some idiot calling yourself by such a title. But you’re worthy of it. You truly are an absolute being deserving of the name Cheonma.”
But here’s the thing.
I just realized—it seems like I won the battle of schemes, doesn’t it?
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The Cheonma’s energy stirred. He had sensed the change.
[That final strike wasn’t aimed at me, was it?]
A question tinged with intrigue. I answered immediately.
“Of course not. If I’d landed a direct hit, you wouldn’t even have a chance to escape, so why would I target you?”
The target of Ssangyik Neungcheonha was not the Cheonma.
It was the veil of energy that the Cheonma had laid around this place.
[So you possessed a spirit tool.]
“Did you only just realize?”
Jegal Seol-ha is the sole inheritor of the Seongeumok Ryeongmun.
Would Pacheon Eumhu, who even went into seclusion searching for a worthy disciple, have simply left her alone?
The answer was that there was no way.
[A spirit tool’s signal. Whom did you call?]
“Who else would it be?”
When Nang Hon revealed his true identity.
From that moment on, Yang Hwi had been deliberately exposing his own energy and temperament in disarray.
There was only one reason.
To conceal the signal of energy emanating from the spirit tool in Seol-ha’s embrace.
“Even a being like Cheonma failed to notice a single spirit tool. You still have far to go, tsk.”
I had succeeded.
Though I could never win in martial prowess, I had won in the battle of schemes.
“As for me, I pride myself as supreme under heaven when it comes to perception and handling energy. Cheonma or whatever, in this domain, you’re no match for me. You should be ashamed.”
[…Hahahahahaha!]
Delighted laughter reverberated through heaven and earth.
However, just before the Cheonma moved.
“Namgung Cheon-yeong. Well done.”
A young girl who appeared to be around fifteen years old now stood beside Yang Hwi.
Though she bore the appearance of a girl, her true nature was that of an absolute being.
“Master!”
“Seolha. Stand behind me.”
And it wasn’t only Pacheon Eumhu.
“Such vile darkness. Donor… I cannot even call you that. You harbor a demon so profound and deep—you are the very embodiment of evil itself.”
Yeoilrakbul, the Abbot of the Thousand-Year Shaolin Temple.
“Oho, you’ve wrapped yourself in such formidable inner force? Shall we test our internal energies against one another?”
Daehaeyongwangdo, the Supreme Family Head of the Peng Clan, mightiest under heaven.
“Amitabha Buddha. You are…”
Taeguk Sword Master, the Patriarch of the Southern Shaman Sect.
[Four of the Cheonmu-sip-jon. This has become far more entertaining than anticipated.]
[And even the master of a destined being, plus a disciple of the Geom Seon lineage?]
Four of the Cheonmu-sip-jon surrounding Cheonma from all sides.
The sense of security was unparalleled.
When adults intervene in children’s quarrels, one must summon the parents—such is the way.
“Hey, you fool! You’re done for now!”
“…”
“…”
“…”
The five absolute beings turned their heads toward me, if only for a moment.
…Was that remark out of place for the atmosphere?
I paid it no mind regardless.
Suppressing the urge to leap about with joy, I cried out once more.
“Honored masters! Please teach him a thorough lesson!”

* * *
Despite the shift in circumstances, Cheonma still appeared delighted.
[How exhilarating! This journey abroad has proven worthwhile.]
[What better way to crown the finale.]
‘Infuriating bastard. Let’s see how long you can maintain that composure.’
“Geom-ong, this Peng Fan shall strike first.”
Whether his competitive spirit had set his body ablaze, Daehaeyongwangdo Peng Beom drew his blade with the fury of lightning.
What appeared to be a sword was, in truth, a pillar—its blade’s thickness rivaling an ancient tree, its length stretching dozens of zhang.
‘What manner of inner strength is this…?’
This was no ordinary blade aura, but one compressed to its absolute limit.
Yet to manifest at such magnitude?
Did he possess centuries of accumulated inner strength?
“Cheonma, let us test whose inner strength runs deeper!”
Kwaaaaaang!
Where Yang Hwi’s strike had laid waste to the surrounding area, Daehaeyongwangdo’s blow had reshaped the very terrain.
‘This is… the martial might of the Cheonmu-sip-jon.’
Daehaeyongwangdo Peng Beom.
The Peng family’s greatest fool by birth, yet one who had transcended even heaven itself.
The epithet “Great Sea” in his name literally signified inner strength as vast as the ocean itself.
A chill ran through me.
Should I abandon my pursuit of Jeil-ryong and become Daehaeyongwangdo’s disciple instead?
“Hahaha! A sturdy one indeed! Let’s go again—no, five more times!”
Kwaaang! Kwaaang! Kwaaang! Kwaaang! Kwaaang!
“Namgung Cheon-yeong. Seolha.”
Pacheon Eumhu gently lifted her two disciples and created distance between them.
In that span, an entire mountain vanished.
‘Had Master not intervened, we would have been caught in the destruction.’
“Brother… this is incredible….”
“Indeed. How can a person possess such inner strength.”
Setting aside whether it’s even possible to accumulate, is it feasible within a human lifetime?
Even consuming elixirs by the field wouldn’t permit such a feat.
The mystery was resolved by Eum Hu.
“Among the Cheonmu-sip-jon, Peng Beom is heaven’s most beloved. He has encountered over a hundred fortuitous opportunities, or so they say.”
“Pardon?”
“A hundred, you say?”
Truly, he was a man blessed by heaven itself.
Though certainly, his relentless effort must have contributed as well, for inner strength alone cannot elevate one to such heights.
“As one’s realm ascends, one becomes less dependent on inner strength alone. Peng Beom has transcended even this universal principle. Observe carefully. This Master shall now take her leave.”
Eum Hu’s silhouette vanished, and immediately the heavens and earth trembled.
This was a silent roar. Everything quivered, yet the world remained utterly still.
Flying Immortal Jade Sound Single Path Method, Ten Thousand Sounds as One!
It was the supreme technique Seolha had once used against Cheonma.
Though the power was worlds apart.
‘Still, Lakbul delivers the most reliably effective strikes.’
It was only natural, given that Shaolin’s Golden Light contained the function of subduing demons and slaying evil.
What was unexpected, however, was that the Taeguk Sword Master of the Shaman sect—who rarely lost anywhere when it came to demonic arts—wasn’t displaying any noteworthy activity.
‘It doesn’t seem like he’s simply going easy on us.’
The gap in realm was too vast to discern clearly, but his demeanor suggested something was weighing on his mind.
[Hahahaha! How delightful! Such entertainment has been far too long in coming!]
The Cheonma’s darkness was being carved away.
Sliced by the Sword Master’s blade, crushed beneath the Great Sea Dragon King’s saber, shattered by Lakbul’s fists, and melted by Eum Hu’s melody.
‘Even as Cheonma, it seems he cannot prevail against four of the Cheonmu-sip-jon.’
The true puppet master behind the heretical chaos.
Among the three great demonic sects, while the Bright Sect remained unconfirmed, this creature was the head dominating at least the Blood Sect and Singyeo.
A sudden wave of emptiness washed over me.
‘Is one of my life’s goals being achieved this anticlimactically?’
I had stepped forward at the Dragon-Phoenix Conference to construct a grand scheme to prevent the heretical chaos.
Yet the final brushstroke was being applied before I’d even finished coloring in the sketch.
My heart felt relieved, yet something felt unsatisfying.
Like I’d cut a deal short and walked away.
‘Well, what’s good is good, but….’
I gazed silently at the Cheonma.
White and black.
Perhaps the color of life itself, or perhaps the hue of death.
The Cheonma laughed in white and unleashed a jet-black scream.
[Is this all you have?! Four Cheonmu-sip-jon, try to kill me!]
In an instant, the offensive halted.
The four Cheonmu-sip-jon surrounding him. The Cheonma at the center.
The Taeguk Sword Master gripped his blade.
Perfect harmony of yin and yang qi. The power of the Taeguk was contained within the sword.
The Great Sea Dragon King unleashed saber force.
Though it was but a single saber, the earth-shaking power of heaven and earth was concentrated within it.
Pacheon Eum Hu flicked her fingers.
Celestial melodies sealed the space the Cheonma occupied.
“This final strike shall be mine to deliver.”
Brilliant golden light.
The essence of Buddha’s law transformed into great compassion, reaching the Cheonma.
‘Hm?’
A sudden sense of discord.
Only Yang Hwi, who had spoken most with the Cheonma from the days when he was Nang Hon—when he alone gazed upon the Cheonma—felt this sense of discord.
‘That bastard is smiling.’
Covered in white and black, my expression was invisible, yet I could feel it unmistakably.
The Cheonma facing death was smiling.
My thoughts ended there.
Saaaaaaa—
Everything in my vision was consumed by white and black.
Perhaps light too brilliant appears pitch black.
‘…Something’s wrong. The Cheonma of all under heaven… dying this easily?’
The one who triggered the Blood Calamity, greatest throughout history, in a future now erased?
My thoughts stopped there. My mind refused to function. The stream of consciousness shattered into fragments.
‘Ah. The backlash.’
I had unleashed the Twin-Winged Heaven-Breaking Technique while drawing out every last bit of my Primordial Qi.
It was already an technique my body couldn’t withstand. There was no way it could endure this.
It was a miracle I’d maintained consciousness this long.
My vision blurred. The cry of a hawk reached my ears.
—Keeeeeeee!
Was it Won-woo, Yeo Dong-bin’s spiritual companion?
Or was it the sword’s resonance echoing from the blade I wielded?
Strangely, I was curious.

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I opened my eyes. I rose to my feet.
The ground was clouds. The sky was pure light.
Trees grew upon the pristine white mist, and petals of white and pink drifted on the breeze.
I gazed blankly at dragons swimming through the sky as if it were a sea, then extended my hand.
A single petal descended onto my palm.
The moment I felt its gentle touch, the petal transformed into a beautiful ice crystal, then became a raindrop and vanished.
“….”
Could paradise be like this? At minimum, such a landscape could not exist in the mortal realm.
‘Where am I?’
The moment I harbored the question, I naturally understood everything.
Knowledge seeped into my mind as if I had always known it.
And one more thing.
An immortal-like old man had appeared before me.
I spoke the word to address him.
“Geom Seon.”
“Ah, to meet you here brings me such joy.”
Geom Seon Yeo Dong-bin—the greatest throughout all history.
He stood before me.

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