Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 308

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 308
The moment Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo revealed herself at the Namgung Estate, I could think of only one thing.
‘That witch must not wreak havoc upon the Namgung Family.’
Under heaven, only ten exist—the Cheonmu-sip-jon are known to match a single one of the Nine Sects in power when standing alone.
Conversely, this meant the Namgung Family was equally vast, capable of facing one of the Cheonmu-sip-jon.
But….
‘I never discovered the true extent of Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s martial prowess, even in my past life. Yet this much is certain.’
The Namgung Family had already suffered catastrophic damage.
They couldn’t even stop Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo now, let alone face one of the Cheonmu-sip-jon.
Therefore, I had to concentrate all of that witch’s attention solely upon myself.
My instincts screamed this warning.
So I provoked her.
Whatever her true purpose, I would make her see only me.
“Ahahaha, I’ve decided. I’ll inflict upon you a sorrow far worse than death. I absolutely must do this.”
Sorrow worse than death. The moment she spoke those words, the Namgung Family was removed from consideration.
Until now, the Baek Family and Namgung Family were not the sort to grieve if one disappeared.
‘Namgung Cheon-yeong, you bastard. I’ll definitely repay this debt later! I’ll work you so hard you’ll wish death were preferable!’
The true crisis begins now. Having stirred things up so thoroughly, I couldn’t predict whom Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo would target.
‘From what she said, Cheonma doesn’t wish my death. But… Adu and Seolha are different.’
Perhaps I could even exclude Adu from her list of targets.
He was the disciple of a Cheonmu-sip-jon and a being who shone in the light.
But… Seolha. Seolha was the problem.
‘Cheonma takes interest in Seolha as well. But does Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo know this?’
Even if she does, it’s a problem. Considering that witch’s reaction, the obsession I sensed from it.
She would only desire Seolha’s death more.
‘So. I concentrate everything on myself alone. Even if it means losing a limb.’
Crisis is opportunity. I felt rather pleased, actually.
Steel requires the hammer’s blow to become a sword.
So Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo, now that you’ve appeared, I’ll use you as the hammer to forge myself into a blade.
Gae-cheon-bak-pal-geom, Second Transformation, Feather Rain Heart-Severing!
Feathers descend like rain.
Its sole purpose: to sever the mind’s image.
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s blood qi melts like a salt heap beneath a downpour.
But.
The moment her blood qi moved, the salt heap became a lake.
Like a lake absorbing falling rain to rise higher, her blood qi swelled even larger.
“Is that the technique that earned you the reputation of Bul-wol-pa-byeok? How do you sever the mind’s image when you haven’t even inscribed it?”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo was consumed by rage, yet she couldn’t hide her curiosity.
The technique I displayed was equally rare and unprecedented.
“There’s no point explaining. Someone like you couldn’t understand it anyway.”
I wished Namgung Sa-geom had reacted the same way, but instead, Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo regained her composure.
“Hmm, is that so? If talent still falls short, I simply need to consume more.”
Her gaze turned toward Adu and Seolha.
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s lips curled upward like a gourmet beholding a delicacy before her eyes.
Instinct sounded an alarm.
“Where are you looking? What could possibly taste better than me?”
Feathers gathered together, taking the form of a blade.
The sword was swung and the blood energy split in half.
“You speak truth. You… seem as though you would taste truly exquisite.”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo brought her pale fingers to her lips, falling into contemplation.
“Why is it? Young and untouched by failure as you are, why do you taste more perfectly ripened than even Namgung Cheon-hu?”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo traced her fingers across Namgung Cheon-hu’s chest.
“What you harbor within. I’m curious. What could you contain that has ripened you so exquisitely?”
“If you’re curious, then tear it open and see!”
Ssang-baek-pal-hwa-cheon. The ink-black sword energy extended long and far.
The moment it collided with the blood energy, the sword energy shattered into fragments.
Yet each fragment was a feather.
‘Scrape!’
The feathers scraped away at the blood energy under Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s control.
Yet the effect was exceedingly faint.
Her blood energy had already transformed into robust force.
It meant that consciousness had settled within the energy, granting it life.
“Your words ring true. I cannot kill you, but… opening your chest to glimpse what lies within should be acceptable.”
The objective was achieved. Now Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo would not direct her gaze toward others.
The problem was that as a result, I might end up exposing my heart.
‘Damn it, what else is there but death!’
A flock of feathers under the control of my will surged toward Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo once more.
Yet just as before, they could not pierce through the swarm of crimson robust force.
This was the difference between a Transcendent Master and an Elite Transcendent Master.
“You wield robust force while at the pinnacle. Your heart, though it cannot be painted as a picture, means the ink within is darker than anything else, yes? Show me more.”
If I cannot evade, I die.
If I cannot block, I die.
Such premonition scorched through my entire body.
Saaaaaaaa!
Drops of blood rained down.
No, that expression was wrong.
Like dew gathering on grass leaves at dawn’s breaking.
Drops of blood had already formed around Yang Hwi.
“Jeol-ae-hyeol-ro. This is my heart toward that person.”
The crimson dew pierced through Yang Hwi’s entire body.
I drew upon the Hwa-cheon Seon-gi with all my might.
Simultaneously, I infused my will and wrapped the Seon-hwa Kangqi around my entire body.
But.
Blood droplets scattered in all directions, far more numerous than crimson dew.
“Krraaaagh!”
The split-second judgment made in that brief moment had saved my life.
Had I not formed a protective barrier with the Seon-hwa Kangqi, the blood path would have pierced even my heart.
“Mmm. Delicious scent.”
Some of the sprayed blood droplets were controlled by void absorption and flew toward Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo.
The moment the droplets touched her extended tongue, she shuddered.
“Ahh, delicious. You truly are tasty.”
“…Huff. If you find me so delicious, why not become my servant instead of the Cheonma’s?”
“That’s impossible. There’s no way you could surpass him.”
“…”
What Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo said was truth.
No matter how many years I had reversed, the Cheonma was a being who had lived several times—perhaps dozens of times—as long.
Even if I devoted my entire life, I could not be certain I could surpass such a transcendent master.
‘Most likely I’ll struggle in desperation and fade away. Perhaps that is my fate.’
But.
Had I not just witnessed it?
The paternal essence of Namgung Il-geom, who completed his masterpiece by dedicating his entire life.
The will of Namgung Cheon-yeong, who stood upright and chose a different path from his past life.
‘The path can change. If it cannot be seen, then find it.’
What cannot be seen is not nonexistent.
Even if it does not exist, I can create it.
I circulated my energy throughout my body and pointed my blade forward.
“Oh? You still intend to resist? If you simply awaited my judgment obediently, it would be far less painful.”
“I cannot be broken by the likes of you.”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s purpose was exactly this.
A hammer. A trial to become a sharper blade.
That is what I would make of this.
So long as I do not break. So long as I endure and persevere.
An iron rod must eventually become a blade.
‘Hyung would have said it this way. That it too might be Sa-il.’
A realization I had gained not long ago suddenly surfaced.
Overcoming oneself. Conquering the self.
The path that touches heaven is self-conquest.
Therefore, I could never be broken by Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo.
“If you wish to see me break, first show me something far more overwhelming.”
I lifted the corners of my mouth and brought my hand to my lips.
As I swallowed the egg formed of Primordial Qi and Seon-gi, power surged through my entire body.
“From now on, I’m going to do this properly.”
My body moved as if possessed.
I leaped through the air and swung my sword at Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo.
A sword technique from a Transcendent Master unleashed against one at the peak—or perhaps beyond.
In that fleeting instant, two techniques flashed through my mind.
First technique of Cheondu Swordsmanship: Cheon-ap.
Second technique of Cheondu Swordsmanship: Dancheon.
If I were to embody the weight of heaven itself and sever the very sky…
What name should I give it?
‘Shatter.’
Gae-cheon-bak-pal-geom, Twin Hundred-Eight Heaven Transformation.
Technique transformation upon transformation—Hawk’s Sweep Shatters Heaven!
As the hawk soars and sweeps its wings, even the heavens shall crumble!
The technique I had just unleashed possessed power befitting its name.
So much so that everyone below gazed up in awe.
“Ahahaha! Ahahaha! This is fun! This is truly fun!”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo genuinely marveled as well.
The power and intent contained within that devastating technique.
It was something no mere late-stage master could possibly possess.
I had lived for well over a hundred years.
To think a mere Transcendent Master could stir such emotions in me?
To make me feel even a hint of danger?
Witnessing this alone made today’s excursion worthwhile.
“But you still fall short!”
Severing Love’s Blood Dew, Blood Dew Fills the Corridor.
A longing to fill one man’s heart alone.
The hawk’s wings could not overcome the woman’s singular devotion.
…Not by myself, that is.
“Brother!”
I turned my head, my face contorted as I poured forth my full power.
Below, on the ground, Seolha was shining with light.
Purple. A color born from the intermingling of the Taiji’s blue and red.
‘What is this? Could it be Dohwa Qi?’
That was impossible. Seolha’s Dohwa constitution was pale pink in nature.
Flying Immortal Jade Sound One Path Method, Ten Thousand Sounds as One!
Seolha had unleashed an ultimate technique.
This too made no sense.
Though Ten Thousand Sounds as One was the ultimate technique of the Seongeum Okryeong School, she could now employ techniques far more powerful than this.
Moreover… the target of her technique was not Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo, but myself.
‘Seolha… what on earth are you thinking…!’
Myriad Sounds as One. A technique imbued with the profound principle of unifying all sounds into a singular harmony.
This resonated with the same essence as Yang Hwi’s Hwa-cheon-i-won-gong.
A single beam of light struck his consciousness.
‘Transformation of All Things!’
I accepted the sound and made it my own power.
Yet once more, something felt amiss.
Seolha’s aura had shifted in nature from moments before.
Indescribable, and yet unmistakably certain.
She carried such a quality within her.
‘The mindscape. She can interfere with the mindscape.’
Born with the Blank Canvas Constitution, Seolha could read the mindscapes of others.
But now, it seemed she had taken a step further.
‘She can interfere with the mindscape. That means….’
Weakening the Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo by interfering with her mindscape?
No, that’s wrong.
A true genius must always pursue two birds with one stone.
The mindscape she should interfere with is none other than….
I see it. A form not yet fully manifested even by herself.
Feathers of pure white light.
A flock.
Flocking together into clouds.
The clouds taking form, becoming an egg.
‘Feathered Cloud Radiant Egg.’
This is my mindscape.
An egg exists to birth something.
Something that must break free by shattering what confines it.
All birds are born by breaking their shells, thus all birds are beings who have shattered their original world to encounter a new one.
Perhaps birth itself is the shattering of heaven.
‘Shattering Heaven Hawk.’
I will become a hawk.
I will shatter the world.
By world, I mean all things that obstruct my will.
So I am the Shattering Heaven Hawk, a single bird that will break even the heavens.
-Kiiiiiiiiaaaaaaa!
The cry of Won-woo echoing from afar.
Yang Hwi unleashed his technique.

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