Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 369

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 369
Here’s a question.
If those Madou bastards who should be slaughtered immediately suddenly spout nonsense and pledge their allegiance, what should one do?
The answer is simple.
“Yap. Yap. Yap.”
I simply thrust my blade lightly.
Without even channeling inner qi—just the strength of a casual finger flick.
“Gurgle, Sect Leader…”
“What an honor…”
These bastards aren’t even dodging.
Rather, they seem to envy the dead ones.
Are they completely insane?
“Sect Leader, please grant me too the chance to become one…”
I’ve seen this scene before.
Not in this life, but in my previous one.
“Fanaticism.”
During the era of heretical cults, the martial world suffered tremendous losses facing the Three Great Sects.
Because they were powerful?
That’s not wrong, but it’s the secondary reason.
The primary reason was their unique fanaticism.
‘A fanaticism that never wavered nor broke no matter what was done.’
It was impossible to plant spies among them.
One couldn’t capture and interrogate them.
In battle, they threw everything at you like demons possessed.
And the higher-ranking ones, who had more to lose, only grew more fanatical.
-First, we should dig for information, right?
-I concur, Baek Dou.
“Hey. Why do you call me Sect Leader?”
“How dare you test us! When you possess such radiant brilliance!”
“The Apostle descends, radiance embraces us!”
Ah, these insane bastards.
Digging deeper, it seemed they were mistaken due to the demonic qi of the Seon clan.
‘Something’s odd about this, hmm.’
The Apostle descends, radiance embraces us.
Radiance.
I don’t know about the apostle part, but I’ve heard the latter phrase many times.
“You all worship the Illuminated Moon Sect?”
I expected them to say yes, but a strange answer came back.
“We are followers of the Great Thunder Sound Sect.”
“…The Great Thunder Sound Sect?”
When it comes to the Western Regions, there are three famous sects.
The Great Thunder Sound Temple and the Small Thunder Sound Temple, and Podalapgung.
-Brother, something feels off. Typically, Buddhist sects distance themselves from fanaticism, don’t they?
Chu Dal’s words ring true. Buddhism emphasizes one’s own enlightenment.
Even if we consider the Small Thunder Sound Temple they follow, the very name contains “Thunder Sound”—enlightenment that strikes like lightning—doesn’t it?
‘Moreover, following the Small Thunder Sound Temple while calling themselves a Sect Leader?’
“Bastards, if you lie, you’ll die…”
The moment I said they’d die, watching the Madou bastards’ eyes light up left me utterly speechless.
Dying by my hand is a reward to them?
“From now on, whoever can’t spill useful information will have one of you kill another.”
“Gasp!”
“Sect Leader, how could you…”
“Please forgive us!”
As an example, I had one of them kill another.
“Gurgle… why…”
The Madou bastard died with resentful eyes, as if his death carried the sorrow of a thousand autumns, even though he was dying the same way.
Seeing him die with his eyes open, I suspect his soul became a vengeful spirit unable to achieve enlightenment.
“Now, let’s talk again. If you believe in the Small Thunder Sound Temple, shouldn’t you be calling me something like Master Monk or the like?”
“That is not the case. The two Thunder Sound Temples are merely shells, after all.”
“What we sentient beings must truly believe in is the Sect Leader!”
“And this Sect Leader you speak of—what doctrine does he lead?”
“…”
“That is…”
It’s not like they’re staying silent because they don’t want to spill information now.
These bastards, could it be?
“You don’t know?”
“The name is unimportant.”
“The Sect Leader has already manifested before us.”
“The prophecy has come true!”
I think I need to organize my thoughts here.
So these bastards, seeing only the demonic energy of Seon’s group, immediately hailed me as the Sect Leader, yet they barely understand anything properly?
-Brother, aren’t these all idiots?
-Elder brother, there are too many inconsistencies in their logic.
I crossed my arms and looked down at the Madou bastards before answering.
-That’s fanaticism for you. That’s why fanaticism is so terrifying.
They believe nonsense and commit absurd acts without hesitation.
‘In the end, the reason these bastards mistook me for the Sect Leader is because of Seon’s demonic energy.’
And judging by how they mentioned radiant light, these bastards are closer to the Ilwol Myeong Sect regardless of their outer shell.
-The Jang Gang-su Ro-maeng had a cooperative relationship with the Blood Sect, brother. But why did this misunderstanding occur?
Ah, Chu Dal doesn’t know about this.
-That bastard Seon had deep connections with the Ilwol Myeong Sect as well.
-Chu Dal Dou. According to what Seon told me directly, he was involved when they created the Bun Gwang Sword that infiltrated our Jeomchang.
-Gasp, is that so?
There’s nothing strange about it.
The three great sects were ultimately the hands and feet of the Cheonma.
There was no reason to distinguish between Yeokcheon Singyeo, Ilwol Myeong Sect, and Blood Sect.
However.
Because of this, one unsettling and peculiar question arose.
‘Why did the Cheonma separate the sects into three?’
Moreover, the Cheonma even disguised himself as Jang Cheon-sa and led the Five Pecks of Rice Sect.
If the Five Pecks of Rice Sect had continued in the form of a sect, the three great sects could have become four.
Why was the Cheonma doing such a thing?
‘For now, I cannot know.’
I felt it instinctively.
[Obtain companion, unite sword paths, calculate piercing heaven.]
[Wander the realm, covet the strange, obtain true desire.]
Following the directives of the Geom Seon’s secret manual, I headed to Kunlun and completed the Black and White Twin Swords.
Now I had come to Western Tibet to reclaim the legacy of Gwigyoe Jungok-gun, the greatest under heaven of the previous generation.
‘Those esteemed ones in heaven, you truly live up to the title of genius.’
Any true genius must always consider killing two birds with one stone.
It was not merely a mention of traveling to Western Tibet to find the legacy.
By delving into Western Tibet’s current state, I could draw closer to the Cheonma’s secrets.
‘Then… I should make the most of this current misunderstanding and confusion.’
“I ask again. What made you think I was the Sect Leader?”
When I made it clear that useless answers would result in death by another’s hand, the fool provided several acceptable responses.
“Because the time of the prophecy spoken by the Dalai Lama has arrived.”
“The Dalai Lama?”
“A being who lives eternally through cycles of rebirth.”
“What is this prophesied time?”
“The prophecy states that the Sect Leader shall descend and guide all. That time is now.”
The Madou’s eyes began to redden with fervor.
“The aura you possess… the radiance is perfectly suited for the Sect Leader. You have not yet awakened, but it is certain!”
“The light that touches us, humble as we are, intimate and essential as our very nature. The descent of the apostle, radiant blessing!”
“Descend and guide the fools of Podalapgung!”
…To summarize, it was like this.
First. The Great Thunder Yin Sect and the Small Thunder Yin Sect were undoubtedly infiltrated by the Ilwol Myeong Sect.
Second. Podalapgung was in conflict with them but was being pushed into a defensive position.
And finally, third.
It seemed like the Cheonma’s scheming, but if I exploited this current misunderstanding, I could create quite the chaos.
‘Hehehehe, let me use this deliciously.’
Suddenly, Yang Hwi’s expression grew solemn as he spread his arms with benevolence.
“Those who follow the light, you have passed this Sect Leader’s trial.”
“Ooooooh!”
“As expected!”
“I knew it!”
“The Apostle descends, radiance and blessing!”
I sent my will to manipulate the demonic qi leaking from the altar.
I couldn’t stop the leakage, but I could make it worse.
“Well then, since you’ve passed the trial, I must grant you a reward. Become part of me.”
Skreeeech—!
Every Madou’s neck was severed.
The Madous became headless corpses with expressions of utmost bliss on their faces.
“Insane bastards. They kept that expression even in death.”
Yang Hwi shook his head and looked at the group.
“You probably get the gist of it, right? This Sect Leader they speak of—I should give it a try myself.”
It seemed that if the Sect Leader commanded them to die, they would commit mass suicide without hesitation.
If I became the leader and ordered all the followers to kill themselves?
I could wipe out every cult member without much effort.
“What do you think?”
“It’s perfectly in character for you, brother….”
“I agree with Chu Dal. Ahahaha, it’s truly a crazy strategy, isn’t it?”
Chu Dal and Seolha expressed their agreement.
But.
“Yang Hwi. I hate it. Those guys bother me.”
Adu, true to being a disciple of Buddha, simply disliked keeping bastards tainted with demonic qi nearby.
Next, Neung-o slowly opened his mouth.
“…Baek Dou. Do you truly believe that path is right?”
“Yes, brother Neung-o. Doesn’t it seem the most efficient? If I become their leader, I could gather much more information from them.”
“….”
Neung-o’s expression was displeased. I found it somewhat strange.
Neung-o was the one who had even played the role of a minion to restore Jeomchang, who had been consumed by Bun-gwang.
So why couldn’t he understand?
“Baek Dou. Eung-hyo Je-il of the Baek family of Gaecheon, Baek Yang-hwi. Think carefully and reflect upon it, will you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Dou has always had a path. There was always something that would never break. Compare the form of that something to the current situation.”
Neung-o’s words were true.
Within Yang Hwi’s heart, there had always been a firm path, a direction to advance toward.
The current decision was in the same vein.
I would achieve my long-cherished desire by any means necessary.
It was the only way to face Cheonma, an absolute being.
‘How could Neung-o not understand that?’
It was then.
“Master Neung-o. My brother has always been this way. Even during the Jang Gang-su Ro-maeng, he personally engaged in mercenary work.”
“That’s true, certainly.”
“After the Jang Gang-su Ro-maeng ended, what became of Il-ik-chae’s mercenaries? They were all properly punished, weren’t they? He merely repeats the same actions—why do you object?”
Neung-o fell silent.
Unable to articulate why, yet distinctly sensing that something had changed.
By nature, Neung-o was not one gifted with eloquent speech.
More precisely, he preferred resolving conflicts through means other than words.
“I believe Bin-do should join the Fools of Podalapgung, assess the situation, and aid them—the path that Baek Dou would naturally choose.”
With a metallic ring, Neung-o drew his blade.
“Words are an insufficient instrument for conveying true intent. Therefore, I shall convey my sincerity through steel, Baek Dou.”
Yang Hwi regarded Neung-o quietly.
Neung-o’s decision—he couldn’t quite grasp the reasoning.
Yet.
I trust Neung-o as a person.
So there was no reason to feel displeased, nor to refuse the proposal.
“Very well. Let’s give it a try.”
It was then.
“Brother. Allow me to do this instead. I’ve been wanting to test my skills against Master Neung-o anyway.”
Seolha, who had already unleashed her Cheoneum Bipha, continued speaking.
“How about one match?”
A smile played at the corners of Neung-o’s mouth.
“I’ve been wanting to see your abilities for some time now, young lady.”

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