Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 378

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 378
The seed of Seon-gi that suddenly manifested in my dantian after reversing the flow of time.
No matter how one calls it Seon-gi, heterogeneous true qi is still heterogeneous true qi.
Yet I was able to embrace Seon-gi because the foundational cultivation method was Hwa-cheon-i-won-gong.
Following the principle that harmonizes all energies beneath heaven, I accepted Seon-gi without any side effects.
‘Thanks to that, even after blending it with Hwa-cheon qi to create Hwa-cheon Seon-gi, there was no hindrance in wielding the Gaecheon Sword.’
Hun-gi, however, was different.
The complete opposite.
If Seon-gi is the energy that guides all things righteously and flows according to the natural current, Hun-gi is the inverse of that principle.
Before the distinction between good and evil, there existed a fundamental difference: moving together versus standing alone.
Therefore, until now, I could not wield the Gaecheon Sword based on demonic qi.
“Ten seconds? You dare treat me as a ten-second target? Do not hasten your own demise through arrogance. For the sake of those watching, our life-and-death duel must not end in such a hollow manner.”
“Your words hold truth, yet what can you do when you are merely this seat’s ten-second opponent?”
Fa Dap Mok Cheon. Certainly, he was a difficult opponent to suppress without injury.
More precisely, he had been such an opponent.
‘Even without wielding the Gaecheon Sword, he is certainly not someone I can defeat easily with just basic sword principles.’
It was as if he wielded a blade while I fought bare-handed.
But now, that has changed.
-Keuaaaaa….
The mournful cry flowing through the blade.
Upon it, the wings of the human-faced winged bird transforming into fierce qi.
The ancestral sword path carved into my mind draws forth a single unified flow.
“Catching an inattentive opponent is no fun, so let me start lightly with one second.”
I unleashed it.
A single slash that swept forth like pursuing wind.
The result was.
“Kugh…!”
Fa Dap Mok Cheon, crossing his divine crescent blade—his signature weapon—barely blocked the technique, his teeth bared.
Furrowed brows.
Widened eyes.
Despite mastering Moon Wave techniques, an uncontrollable emotion surfaced.
A sense of crisis.
The emotion he revealed for the first time was dread.
“Well then, can you withstand ten seconds like that?”
“…Something has changed suddenly. What did you do?”
“Trying to learn if you knew? Should I tell you?”
….
“I used a technique. If it bothers you, use one yourself. Though you could never become as strong as this seat, hahahaha.”
The current of demonic qi scraping across the ground as I charged forward.
Fa Dap Mok Cheon barely managed to block the onslaught.
Utterly vicious.
No other word came to mind besides “vicious”—malice incarnate.
A heart so poisoned it bordered on toxicity itself.
Yet paradoxically, his sincerity shone with such crystalline clarity that one could feel the sanctity radiating from it.
“That makes nine. Eight remain.”
…Fa Dap Mok Cheon had never once felt inferior to anyone.
Least of all had he ever looked up to someone of a similar age.
His talent was extraordinary enough to earn the title of the greatest prodigy to emerge from the Western Regions in a century.
“…Have you achieved Reverse Reincarnation?”
Yang Hwi let out an involuntary chuckle.
‘I thought that even though this bastard Madu was using sorcery, he wouldn’t resort to such cowardly tactics.’
But he’s going even further?
Reverse Reincarnation? You haven’t even achieved Bone Replacement and Rebirth yet, you bastard.
“That’s irrelevant. What matters is that you’re nothing but my plaything.”
The disciples of both the Greater Thunder Sound Sect and the Lesser Thunder Sound Sect heard their exchange.
One of the senior members of the Greater Thunder Sound Sect sent a transmission to the Sun Demon Master.
-Abbot, this makes no sense. I knew he was strong, but to be this overwhelming? Could he truly be an old demon who achieved Reverse Reincarnation?
This competition was ultimately a selection trial for the next sect leader, and candidates could not exceed thirty years of age.
In other words, if he truly were an old demon who achieved Reverse Reincarnation, he would be ineligible as a candidate from the start.
The Sun Demon Master silently shook his head.
-An absolute master who achieved Reverse Reincarnation would have no reason to participate in this competition.
One cannot achieve Reverse Reincarnation with merely the pinnacle realm.
Conversely, a master of Reverse Reincarnation would—
‘Already be affiliated with the sect and hold a position equivalent to sect leader.’
There was no possibility that a former old demon would ruin the competition as mere entertainment.
The competition had begun on orders from above.
From the Crimson Moon Bright Sect, to which even the Greater and Lesser Thunder Sound Sects had yet to fully belong.
Thus the Sun Demon Master was seized by overwhelming awe.
‘Truly a Divine Being.’
Fa Dap Mok Cheon was the greatest prodigy of the Western Regions in a century.
He had toyed with and slain renowned talents as if they were nothing, earning the title of the sole sect leader candidate.
Yet that Fa Dap Mok Cheon was now dancing at the tip of Injoong Sinma’s blade.
“Three seconds have passed. Three-tenths of the way there. Perhaps I’ll claim eight-tenths of your power.”
Another flutter of wings.
Each feather bore the face of a human twisted with resentment, and gathered in multitude, they became blades of hatred.
“How dare you—!”
Fa Dap Mok Cheon, too, was a master of the pinnacle realm. He drew forth his inner vision and projected it.
Lightning Crescent Moon. A crescent forged of thunder.
The wings of the Human-Faced Winged Bird and the edge of the Lightning Crescent Moon collided.
Screeeech—!
“Ugh… Argh.”
One of Fa Dap Mok Cheon’s two crescent blades flew away.
Along with the hand gripping its hilt, and the forearm attached to it.
Unlike the sharp cutting sound, the severed edge was jagged, as if torn apart by a beast.
“Whose will? Of course, it is mine.”
His wavering eyes darted back and forth between the flying weapon and the hollow space beneath his shoulder.
The judgment that followed came swiftly, and was reasonably close to the truth.
“Divine Being, I have been foolish.”
Fa Dap Mok Cheon spoke while kneeling.
“Spare my life. I shall obey and worship you.”
“Hmm. Only now?”
“In my stupidity, I failed to recognize such boundless mercy. If you would grant me but one chance, I swear I shall offer everything I possess to the Divine Being.”
Pride meant nothing to him. Fa Dap Mok Cheon had cultivated the demonic arts of the Wol-pa lineage, and most of his emotions had been severed.
He desired to climb higher, and if he could not become Sect Leader, he would at least become the Sect Leader’s right hand.
“Very well. I accept.”
“Divine Being! Thank you!”
“Then take your own life.”
“…What?”
“You said you would obey. Take your own life.”
“…”
Fa Dap Mok Cheon searched Injoong Sinma’s expression, desperately seeking any path to survival.
Then he understood.
The pristine white mask covering his face—for some reason, it seemed to be smiling.
“Tsk, not even worthy of entertainment.”
Along with a piercing wail, Fa Dap Mok Cheon’s head vanished.
This time too, the severed edge was jagged—no, as rough as if a beast had torn away his skull.
“If you were going to do it, you should have done it long ago. What use is there in keeping alive a blind fool who cannot see even with eyes?”
A cruel remark.
Yet all present were devoted to demonic cultivation and followed the essence of demonic energy.
The feathers of the Human-Faced Winged Bird, the faces releasing that piercing wail.
Along with it, spreading forth pure and sacred spiritual essence.
“What are you doing? Kneel.”
Countless demons fell to their knees.
It was a gesture of submission to the Sect Leader who would lead them forward.

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I had killed Fa Dap Mok Cheon, the overwhelming candidate for Sect Leader, with an even more overwhelming margin of superiority.
I had secured the submission of the Great Thunder Sound Sect and the Small Thunder Sound Sect—two sects that together could rival even Gu-pa.
In the midst of all this, Yang Hwi harbored different thoughts within.
‘The Black and White Twin Righteous Swords—before they were sealed in Kunlun, anyone would have recognized them as a demon blade.’
The function of Mukhpa, the handle, was the refinement of qi.
Sharpness is the essence of a blade, and to achieve sharpness, qi must be endlessly concentrated and purified.
In other words, Mukhpa’s function was the refinement of qi.
It was like arranging scattered stones into a single line.
‘There was a reason this function was attached to the handle. It was because of the blade itself.’
The blade of the Black and White Twin Righteous Swords devoured qi.
Its primary function was to endlessly consume and expand its own qi.
In other words.
‘If you don’t feed it qi, it will consume its own master.’
A demon blade.
The beloved sword of the righteous path’s greatest under heaven being a demon blade—it was as absurd as calling a scholar illiterate.
‘And if I consider the turbidity I felt when it was sealed….’
Cheon-u Geom-sin Baek Cheon.
A lay disciple of the Hwa-san Sect and the ancestor who destroyed the Baek family to pursue the Way of Heaven’s Harmony.
The greatest under heaven whose later whereabouts grew obscure, said to have ascended as an immortal.
‘Ascension as an immortal could not be the truth.’
It was certain.
My ancestor must have been a Demon.
‘A blade that devours qi is one thing. But the seal existed to suppress demonic qi—which means it was consuming demonic qi.’
There was one more reason for my certainty.
The Black and White Twin Righteous Swords resonated with the Human-Faced Winged Bird, and the ancestor’s sword path was inscribed within it.
Thanks to this, I could now employ my true sword technique even with demonic qi.
‘Gaining and losing, the combined sword path, calculating heaven….’
My ancestor, who turned out to be a Demon.
Myself, who somehow came to harbor both celestial and demonic qi in my dantian.
A strange intuition. I stand between arrangement and coincidence.
Or, thinking differently….
-Elder brother, this isn’t the time to be spacing out.
Thanks to Chu Dal, my prolonged contemplation was cut short.
‘I felt something was about to occur to me.’
It was somewhat regrettable, but Chu Dal was right—now was the time to act.
“This Seat asks. Sun Demon Master, answer.”
“Yes, Divine Being!”
“Long ago, this Seat commanded the Small Thunder Sound Sect to submit. So tell me—what did they do?”
“They dared to defy your command, Divine Being!”
The Sect Leader of the Small Thunder Sound Temple, Wol Ya-noe-seung, rose to his feet in agitation.
“Divine Being, I beseech you to forgive the ignorant mistakes of my benighted past.”
“I understand. One sees only as far as one’s knowledge permits, so it made sense that Fa Dap Mok Cheon appeared to you as the rightful Sect Leader.”
“I swear my allegiance. I shall correct the errors of my past and offer you greater loyalty than anyone else.”
The formation that had been quietly established activated, and the demonic energy of the dead Fa Dap Mok Cheon began to be absorbed.
This was my first time absorbing demonic energy of the Moon Wave lineage, yet it felt strangely familiar.
“Wol Ya-noe-seung. Then prove to me you are different from Fa Dap Mok Cheon. Take your own life.”
Unlike the Sun Demon Master who harbored desires for power, Wol Ya-noe-seung was one who had devoted himself to the teachings of the Demon Sect to the very core of his being.
He had truly believed that Fa Dap Mok Cheon would become the Sect Leader and had served him accordingly, but now his allegiance had shifted to a new master.
‘If the Divine Being desires it, I would gladly become nourishment in death. If only I could remain with you in such a way…!’
Wol Ya-noe-seung leaped toward where the formation’s power was concentrated and brought his hand down upon his own head.
—Krraaaaahhh….
With the sound of the Ghost Valley cry and the Heterogeneous Replacement technique, Yang Hwi appeared before Wol Ya-noe-seung in an instant and stopped his suicide.
“Ho, how amusing.”
I hadn’t expected him to actually attempt it.
And to think he would even enter the formation’s range to be absorbed.
Fanatics are truly terrifying.
“Wol Ya-noe-seung. You have saved all of the Small Thunder Sound Temple. I grant you a chance.”
“Thank you, Divine Being…!”
Even though he was of the Moon Wave lineage, the emotion in Wol Ya-noe-seung’s eyes could not be hidden.
“All of you, listen!”
Yang Hwi unleashed a lion’s roar.
“From this day forward, the Small Thunder Sound Temple and the Great Thunder Sound Temple, divided into two, shall become one!”
“Waaaahhhhh!”
“Waaaahhhhhhh!”
Though they had become fanatics steeped in demonic energy who believed in the Demon Sect, they were simultaneously members of both the Great and Small Thunder Sound Temples.
The unification—the long-cherished dream of both sects.
All felt ecstasy at this unification being achieved under the Divine Being whom they would serve with their very lives.
“So from now on, kill and devour each other.”
“…?”
“Within the formation’s range.”
“….”
“…?”
Among the demon bastards who had fallen into cognitive dissonance, their eyes merely blinking, only Yang Hwi laughed with delight.
“Did you not demonstrate through the struggle for supremacy itself? There can be no weaklings among those who follow me. So devour one another.”
A long silence. The disciples of the Great and Small Thunder Sound Temples glanced at each other.
Slowly, killing intent and greed began to bloom in their eyes.
‘Heh, I knew it would come to this.’
Demons are those who do not hesitate to consume humans in order to grow stronger.
Yet the concept of a sect can still exist because they refrain from devouring their own kind, lest they lose their chi meridians.
This unspoken rule was precisely why I had devised the strategy for Imaje Ma.
Once justification was granted, I could devour them without any risk of retaliation.
Once the command fell, there would be no reason to hold back.
“To whoever kills the most, I shall bestow my power as a special reward. You cannot deceive me, who possesses divine sight, so approach this with utmost sincerity.”
The moment the words left my lips, someone moved.
“Krraaaagh!”
Wol Ya-noe-seung plunged his hand into the disciple’s heart.
Eyes blazing with fanatical fervor gleamed with wild intensity.
“Divine Being! Please grant me this glory!”
Not to be outdone, the Sun Demon Master also moved.
“Kill them all! No, as the Abbot, I command it! All of you, die!”
Yang Hwi lifted himself lightly into the air with Empty Space Grasping.
Looking down at the chaos unfolding below, I couldn’t help but smirk.
‘Now I need only await the surprise attack from Potala Palace.’

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