Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 307

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 307
My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would shatter, yet it refused to loosen.
It couldn’t be any other way.
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo. That mare was Dang-gun’s sworn enemy.
“Hwi’s Younger Brother, I entrust the Dang Family to you….”
The face of Dang-gun, who died in my stead, surfaced in my mind.
That night, as I danced the sword form for the departed, I carved a single mental image into my being.
Sak-u—Feathers of Erasure, a flock that shaves away everything.
In this life, I will not be shaved away.
I had decided as much.
“How did you know?”
“Yes. How did you find out? Yang Hwi, you shouldn’t be able to know me at all.”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s mere existence oppressed everyone around her.
Yet Yang Hwi smiled mockingly for all to see.
“Figure it out yourself.”
“Oh? How bold. I like it.”
A spike of blood energy pierced through one of the Namgung Family warriors.
“Krraaaagh!”
Another corpse was added to the pile.
“Still unwilling to speak?”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo smiled softly. It was a witch’s smile.
“If you don’t tell me, who knows what I might do?”
….
That damned bastard. Her temperament hasn’t changed one bit from before.
Even as a Bishop, she was an eccentric who had personally made the journey in her past life just to capture a single supreme master.
“Ah, but one thing I do want to say has come to mind.”
“Speak freely. I shall listen attentively.”
I looked around at those gathered. One emotion was written across every face.
Fear. The desire to live.
I felt all eyes converging on me. Life and death hung on whatever answer I gave.
-Young Master Baek. What will you do? That witch seems to be at least a supreme master.
‘You’re not panicking though, Namgung Cheon-yeong.’
-Don’t worry. No more people will die.
Because I’ll make sure of it.
I laughed openly.
“Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo, you who couldn’t even become the Grand Bishop of the Blood Sect, acting so confident and at ease—it’s pathetic. This is the only thing I have to say to you.”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo was among the most beautiful women in all the realm.
Her crimson hair and crimson eyebrows held an enigmatic allure, her snow-white skin evoked white jade, and her large, distinct features were like the sculpture of a master craftsman.
In an instant, that beautiful face twisted into something demonic.
“You worm!”
I hadn’t even blinked, yet Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo stood mere inches from my face.
The woman’s delicate hands seized my throat and lifted me effortlessly.
“Gah, ugh…!”
“You dare spout such nonsense before me?”
Her fingernails seemed ready to pierce skin, her fingers poised to crush my windpipe.
Yet even through the agony, I felt my lips curl upward once more.
‘Identical to my past life. She harbors an inferiority complex.’
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo was among the most formidable Bishops of the Blood Sect.
Hyeolanra, whom I’d killed years ago at the Sword King’s Fortress, had been terrifying, but compared to her, she fell several levels short.
And yet.
For reasons unknown, her rank remained merely that of a Bishop.
The Sect Leader was almost certainly the Cheonma, so that made sense, but she hadn’t even achieved the rank of High Bishop.
“Do you truly wish to die like vermin? Hmm?”
“If you can kill me, then try.”
In that instant, a brilliant white sword light flashed.
Her delicate hands fell to the ground with a thud, and she retreated into the void to evade the follow-up attack.
She stared briefly at the severed cross-section of her forearm.
“So vermin can sever the limbs of their betters?”
Despite the mockery, Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo remained motionless.
Decades had passed since she reached the realm where she could manipulate her will freely.
It had been an eternity since she suffered such an injury from an inferior opponent.
“…Indeed. So it truly is you.”
The severed forearm rose and flew back to her.
She grasped it and aligned the severed surface, reattaching it.
“How amusing. No wonder that one takes interest in you.”
She was clearly referring to the Cheonma.
She held a position where she understood his intentions, yet her rank remained merely Bishop.
I suspected the other Bishop, Hyeolanra, had been unaware of the Cheonma’s existence.
‘The gap between rank and actual role is vast. Which means…’
“Listen here, you blood-soaked hag. You’ve strived so hard just to catch the Cheonma’s eye, yet you’re still stuck at that position? Tsk.”
A tempest of blood surged forth—each gust a blade wind capable of instantly killing masters who’d reached enlightenment.
Gae-cheon-bak-pal-geom’s Second Secret, Feathered Transformation Great and Small.
Gae-cheon Sword Art, Twin Hundred-Eight Heaven Transformation’s Divine Variation, Cheon-ik Ap-bong.
Only by pushing Feathered Transformation Great and Small to its limit, unleashing techniques with both swords simultaneously, could I suppress the offensive.
Even so, my internal organs churned, and I tasted blood in my mouth.
“Cough, spit.”
Meanwhile, Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo showed no sign of having unleashed any technique.
The qi wave born from a mere moment of emotion possessed power comparable to any supreme technique.
To regain control of her emotions, Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo exhaled sharply.
“Haah. Haah.”
I spat blood once more, my tongue flicking with defiance.
“Tired already? When you grow old, stamina always becomes the problem.”
“Don’t provoke me. I want to talk a bit more. It’s terrifying—I might actually kill you.”
I had obtained an enormous clue.
‘Terrifying? Killing me? Could it be…’
“That technique just now. Did you acquire Qi? And not ordinary Qi either. The alias of Unmoving Moon Breaking Wall… it wasn’t something obtained by mere fortune.”
Every offensive move from Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo carried intention within it.
An intention so firm and powerful it could be carved into heaven and earth.
“Indeed, you are a being that shines brightly in the light, aren’t you? No wonder our Cheon-hu failed.”
I understood. Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo hadn’t come forward to take over the Namgung Family in place of the failed Namgung Cheon-hu.
It was merely… interest. And cleanup.
Namgung Cheon-hu’s corpse floated into the air and was cradled in Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s embrace.
She caressed Namgung Cheon-hu’s cheek.
“I raised you with such care for years. What a pity, Cheon-hu.”
‘So Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo was the backing. No wonder he grew so rapidly in such a short time.’
Yet no matter how much Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo had cultivated him, Namgung Cheon-hu’s strength was incomprehensible.
Even with time constraints, she had made him capable of matching Geom Wang, one of the supreme undefeated sword masters of Baek Do?
If anyone could be strengthened like that, the Blood Sect would have already dominated the world in my past life.
A flash of light streaked through my mind.
‘That’s it. The source of power… it was Cheonma.’
Then everything made sense.
Namgung Cheon-hu’s strength. How the Blood Sect, despite its power, could shake one of the Five Great Families—the Namgung Family—in mere months.
Even why Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo only revealed herself after Namgung Cheon-hu’s death.
“Since you couldn’t receive direct favor, you’re thinking of sucking up the scraps your master left behind?”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo went rigid.
“Say that again.”
“What Namgung Cheon-hu received—you coveted it. That’s why you only appeared after his death, right? To suck it up yourself.”
“Ahahahahaha!”
Wild laughter filled the surroundings.
A force so fierce that even masters at the peak would cover their ears and cough blood.
“You’re making me want to kill you.”
“Then kill me.”
“Mm, I can’t do that. I have great expectations for you.”
“Your expectations? You mean Cheonma’s expectations, right? Unlike you, who receives no expectations.”
It was a gamble with my life on the line.
At this point, she should want to kill me.
I wondered what reaction she would show.
Desperately hoping my conjecture would become certainty, I awaited her response.
“Ahahah, I’ve decided. I must give you sorrow greater than death. I absolutely must do this.”
The gamble had borne fruit.
No matter how much I provoked her, she was being far too cautious with her words. Perhaps if she killed me and left, it would raise suspicion.
‘This Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo… she can’t kill me? I don’t know why, but I’m certain of it.’
My mind spun rapidly as I organized the situation.
First. Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo had come to recover something that Namgung Cheon-hu possessed.
Second. The current situation, where everyone was overwhelmed by a master of the demonic path, was the worst possible for morale.
And finally, third.
‘The losses are catastrophic. If Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo can’t kill me, then I must find a way to use this.’
I felt something within me transforming.
A seed requires sunlight and water to sprout.
“You’ll bring me sorrow? Before that, why don’t you experience it yourself from that man you hold so dear?”
Twin Hundred Eight Transformations Heaven. From my left hand’s blade and the silent strike, a sword spirit forged from pure force erupted.
Feathered Transformation Great Small. With a single provocative word, I transformed the blood qi raging like madness into vibrations.
Through this, I wove the ultimate technique.
Gae-cheon Sword Method, Twin Hundred Eight Transformations Heaven.
Transformation of Techniques Combined, White Feathers Layered Upon Layered, Sword’s Cry Shakes Heaven!
-Kiiiiiii!
-Kiiiiiii!
The cries of two hawks. White feathers scattered in all directions, shaving away the crimson blood qi.
A scene as if the mental image of Sak-u that I wielded in my past life had been recreated.
‘No, this isn’t enough.’
Though intention dwelt within the technique, the mental image itself was not present.
Unlike my past life, I had not yet reached the pinnacle of mastery.
My own mental image, though unwavering, had not yet been carved into heaven and earth with such tangible form.
So I gritted my teeth while simultaneously biting my tongue.
Surging Primordial Qi.
The moment true qi bearing the will of life met the Xian-zhu Transformation Heaven Force.
Gae-cheon Hundred Eight Sword Method, Second Incantation, New Ultimate Technique.
Second Technique’s Transformation, Feather Rain Severs Heart!

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Jegal Seol-ha watched the scene before her in a daze.
Pure white feathers gathered to form clouds.
When clouds grew heavy, they fell as rain—such was the way of heaven and earth.
A rain of feathers descended.
Thousands upon thousands of raindrops carved away at stone.
Thousands upon thousands of raindrops gave birth to stone anew.
The feathers carved away at blood essence while simultaneously creating it anew.
Yet even so, it fell short.
She was certain of one thing—her older brother could not defeat that crimson witch.
‘Feathers gathered to form an egg… or perhaps it was a cloud, not an egg at all.’
Yang Hwi’s inner vision. The White Feather Radiant Egg.
It was both egg and cloud.
Feathers had gathered into clouds, and those clouds had become an egg to give birth to something.
Perhaps it should be called the Feather Cloud Radiant Egg instead.
“….”
Without realizing it, Jegal Seol-ha stepped forward.
Her heart continued to race.
In steady rhythm, drawing forth melody.
She decided to surrender herself to that rhythm.
Flying Immortal Jade Sound Single Path Method, Ten Thousand Sounds as One!

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In darkness, a black deeper than darkness drew an arc.
[They have awakened.]
Two beings she had birthed and arranged herself.
Indeed, how would they transform?
The Cheonma found herself quite curious about this.
This was also why she had not restrained the movements of Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo.

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