Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 385

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 385
After completing all preparations for battle, I stepped out beyond the central chamber.
At the peak of the rocky mountain that served as the entrance, I could see two figures standing roughly a hundred paces away.
A man and a woman, both dressed in the distinctive garments of the Central Plains—quite different from the attire I’d observed in the Western Regions.
“Greetings, successor.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The moment the two of them uttered those brief words, my entire party tensed simultaneously.
Everyone instinctively grasped that even the slightest miscalculation would mean instant death.
A hundred paces—an ordinary person would need half a day’s journey to cover such a distance.
Yet at the transcendent realm and beyond, it was merely a matter of two or three breaths.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Gwangmyeong-cheon.”
“I am known as Dok-hwi-gong.”
The man’s voice was stern and resolute; the woman’s was gentle and soft.
Gwangmyeong-cheon and Dok-hwi-gong—both were titles bestowed upon the sect leaders of the Ilwol Myeong Cult.
In other words, each of them was a powerhouse on the level of the Cheonmu-sip-jon.
-Brother, these bastards are serious business.
-Baek Dou. We’ll only have a chance if we strike first and manage to fell one of them immediately.
Both Seolha and Neung-o had ascended and reached the transcendent realm.
Yet even they couldn’t help but tense at the overwhelming aura radiating from these two.
Adu, too, was baring his teeth while golden light blazed across his entire body.
“Yang Hwi. Those bastards… they’re bad. Really bad. Let’s fight.”
Adu’s eagerness to battle resembled more a frightened dog’s bark than true courage.
Because Adu possessed martial prowess comparable to my own, he could sense the danger these two posed.
‘Damn it, what kind of monsters are these? I can’t beat them.’
Here I was, having charged out declaring I’d kill them all, yet such thoughts consumed me.
These bastards were on an entirely different level of strength.
“Successor? I never expected the sect leaders of the Myeong Cult to speak such words. The sect leaders are clearly alive and well—so why did you seek out a successor candidate?”
It was a question meant to buy time and extract as much information as possible.
Fortunately, both the man and woman answered without hesitation.
“We can no longer fulfill our duties.”
“Moreover, you are not merely a successor candidate to become the sect leader of the Ilwol Myeong Cult.”
So they weren’t calling me a successor in the sense of becoming a future sect leader?
What did that mean?
“Come over here. If you do, we will not lay a hand on your precious companions.”
“It is mercy we extend to you. We would prefer to take you intact.”
“You are…”
“A new vessel.”
I stared at them in silence.
So it was my body they were after, then?
‘In the worst case, I could create an opportunity through self-harm or even suicide.’
Continuing with that thought, I spoke further.
“Why does someone of your stature take such interest in a body that’s merely reached the pinnacle realm?”
“You know it yourself, don’t you?”
“You are special, they say.”
Well, I suppose I am special—my martial talent alone is unmatched under heaven.
But that’s hardly reason enough for a figure of the Sect Leader’s caliber to intervene.
Reaching the realm of Cheonmu-sip-jon and touching the Hwa-gyeong would require far more than martial talent alone.
‘Why do they covet my body?’
There was no need to ask directly to find out.
They spilled everything willingly.
“Haven’t you heard?”
“You originated from our master.”
“Ah, that nonsense. All that talk about me originating from the Cheonma and whatnot?”
Neung-o’s eyes shifted slightly.
Yang Hwi felt Neung-o’s gaze upon him but didn’t turn his head.
‘Come to think of it, I never told Neung Hyeong about this.’
But now wasn’t the time for explanations.
“The Meridian of Unified Origin and the Heavenly Martial Divine Meridian.”
“The Body of Ten Thousand Demons and the Body of Ten Thousand Forms.”
“That is the body you were born with.”
“That is the destiny given to you.”
I’d never heard of the Meridian of Unified Origin, but the Heavenly Martial Divine Meridian was familiar.
A legendary constitution said to possess martial talent that could be considered supreme throughout all ages.
However, the Body of Ten Thousand Demons and Body of Ten Thousand Forms—these I was hearing for the first time.
‘I can make a rough guess, though.’
I had unified my inner qi and original essence to create the Hwa-cheon Seon-gi, and now with intention layered upon it, all the qi within my body existed in a state of purified celestial qi.
Yet I could still consume the Seon-dan and even absorb and contain demonic qi.
‘Was the reason there was no collision between heterogeneous true qi due to my constitution?’
Body of Ten Thousand Demons—a constitution capable of containing all demonic essence.
Body of Ten Thousand Forms—since “ten thousand forms” meant all things under heaven, this too would be a constitution capable of containing everything.
‘Hwa-cheon I-won-gong. Harmonizing all qi beneath heaven to benefit the origin.’
The Hwa-cheon I-won-gong—a divine technique I had personally created in my previous life.
In truth, the principles underlying Hwa-cheon I-won-gong were not something that could be handled at merely the pinnacle realm.
I had always believed it was created through heavenly fortune, but perhaps it was actually thanks to my constitution.
“Seeing how you covet this body, it seems even the Cheonma you serve has a constitution inferior to mine?”
I asked with a mixture of provocation and mockery.
Yet Gwangmyeong-cheon and Dok-hwi-gong revealed no emotion whatsoever.
I had expected Gwangmyeong-cheon, being the head of his faction, to show excitement, but this was unexpected.
“The Deity created you, so how could he possibly be inferior to you?”
“Created? What, was the Cheonma my biological father? Well then, I suppose I can freely curse my dear father from now on?”
Despite the provocation that bordered on heresy, Gwangmyeong-cheon showed no sign of excitement.
“Flesh that has taken form, I propose once more. If you follow obediently, your companions need not die.”
‘This is strange. Can someone of Gwangmyeong-cheon’s caliber transcend the inherent nature of their sect?’
No. If there was another reason behind this…
I heightened my Inner Qi perception.
In the meantime, Dok-hwi-gong continued speaking.
“All ravens in this world bear black feathers. Why not reclaim your true colors?”
“Nonsense.”
Unlike ravens, black crows are called black crows.
Just as white tigers exist among most tigers with yellow fur, if one searched the world thoroughly, a white crow would exist somewhere.
My father accepted a beggar child from a cave as his son, and that’s how I, Yang Hwi, came to exist.
In such a world, what importance did one’s birth hold?
“If my birth is truly uncommon as you say, what does it matter whether my feathers are black or white? Go to hell.”
“A foolish choice.”
“Then we have no choice but to take you by force.”
As if you have any say in it.
By dragging out the conversation, I had learned something about these bastards.
-Neung-hyeong, Seolha, Adu. Listen carefully. Those bastards aren’t in normal condition.
I pride myself as the greatest under heaven when it comes to Inner Qi perception.
Even against opponents of equal standing, if I wished to discern their secrets, I could probe deeply.
-Their momentum is tremendous, but they have weaknesses. The head and the heart.
If Chu Dal were here, he would have objected, saying the head and heart were naturally vital points anyway.
But these two definitely had their weaknesses in the head and heart.
More precisely, the upper dan-jeon and middle dan-jeon.
-See the marks where the neck was severed? The flow of Inner Qi bypasses the area above Dok-hwi-gong’s head. The same goes for the area around Gwangmyeong-cheon’s heart.
Though hidden by clothing, Gwangmyeong-cheon’s condition was far more severe than Dok-hwi-gong’s.
There was no Inner Qi at all near the heart.
In other words, this is what it meant.
-Dok-hwi-gong and Gwangmyeong-cheon cannot use the upper and middle dan-jeons respectively.
The basic condition for reaching the pinnacle realm is the opening of all three dan-jeons.
Yet they cannot use one of the three?
Contrary to the momentum reminiscent of the Cheonmu-sip-jon, their martial arts could never be of the Hwa realm.
What this means is…
-Those bastards aren’t living people.
-Not living people, brother?
-What do you mean, Dou?
It’s simple.
It means they borrowed the forbidden techniques of Yeokcheon Singyeo among the three great demonic sects.
-Those bastards are jiangshi.
This was also why Yeokcheon Singyeo was called the sect that defies heaven.
Those bastards defy the natural order and resurrect the dead.
The five divine generals of Yeokcheon Singyeo were all once corpses.
Already dead, yet unable to leave the Nine Heavens—they lived on for the Cheonma.
-Focus your attacks on the head and heart. Read their energy and strike through the gaps in their flow. Then we can win. Trust me.
Adu moved immediately.
The golden light of Prajna’s great power swept forth, a radiance that repelled all profane things as he charged forward.
“Evil one! Die!”
Golden light flooded the surroundings, sowing chaos.
Within that chaos, a single blade sought to pierce through with light.
“Archer Yi Shoots the Sun”
The first move of the Sa-il sword technique—Archer Yi Shoots the Sun.
The ultimate secret of the Sa-il sword technique—Archer Yi Shoots the Sun.
If Neung-o had become the arrow loosed, then Yang Hwi struck with both wings.
The Heaven-Covering Sword Path, First Route. Step by Step Treading Heaven!
Black and white dual swords in the left hand, pure white divine sword in the right.
Two blades transformed into wings, and divine wind followed in their wake.
The Wind and Music Path, First Movement. Like Attracts Like
Four supreme minds, each worthy of ascending to touch the heavens, became one in a single strike.
A feast of sharpness that might even pierce through the Cheonmu-sip-jon.
But.
It was blocked.
Absurdly, effortlessly.
“Impressive.”
“Yet insufficient.”
Particles of light reminiscent of moonbeams rode the wind, intermingling and consuming.
Radiant light akin to the sun pressed down upon the golden repelling light, forcing it back.
At that same moment, Gwangmyeong-cheon and Dok-hwi-gong switched positions.
‘Damn it, how did they block that so easily?’
Yang Hwi bit his lip, his eyes fixed on the blade that had intercepted his sword spirit.
Gwangmyeong-cheon, who had drawn the great saber from his back.
I knew this technique.
In my past life as a demon cultivator, it was called the Demon Treading Sunlight Saber Technique—hailed as the finest under heaven.
Similarly, Neung-o’s sword was now held in Dok-hwi-gong’s delicate, pale hands.
It was surely the Moonlit Bare Hand Demon Technique, one of the most renowned demonic arts of the Ming Sect.
“I make one final offer.”
“Come with us. If you wish to keep your body intact.”
“…I’ve already said no.”
The all-out assault was blocked with an anticlimactic ease.
Yet it was not without gain.
Pale white particles of light, faintly forming.
A Celestial Egg.
“Choke on this!”
With the shout, I crushed the Celestial Egg between my teeth.
Immortal flame energy surged forth like a raging torrent.
The corpses of Yeokcheon Singyeo and Seon-gi were the ultimate opposites—natural enemies.
While Gwangmyeong-cheon and Dok-hwi-gong hesitated, raising their protective energy barriers, I widened the distance alongside my companions.
-Neung-hyeong. You and Adu focus solely on Gwangmyeong-cheon.
-Seolha. You face Dok-hwi-gong with me.
When we blocked their initial assault, they had switched positions.
It would have been most efficient for Dok-hwi-gong to defend against the Gaecheon Sword Path’s Bobo-dap-cheon and Gwangmyeong-cheon to counter the Sa-il Sword Method’s successor technique.
But there was a reason for everything.
-Each corpse of Yeokcheon Singyeo carries an insurmountable weakness.
The very cause that brought them to death.
They can never overcome it.
‘The Taeguk Sword Master once told me—in the previous generation, Jeomchang’s supreme sword technique pierced the heart of Sect Leader Gwangmyeong-cheon and saved the world from calamity.’
That Gwangmyeong-cheon from back then must be this man.
It’s also why he cannot use the middle dantian.
As for Dok-hwi-gong.
‘He avoided me. Which means…’
“Hey, Dok-hwi-gong. Your neck was severed by our ancestor, wasn’t it?”
Cheon-u Geom-sin Baek-cheon. He had accomplished feats that earned him recognition as the greatest under heaven by all.
One of those feats was surely the scar etched across Dok-hwi-gong’s neck.
“The real fight starts now, you bastards!”
-Kiiiiiii!
-Kiiiiiii!
The black and white twin swords and the pure white divine blade shrieked simultaneously.
Both blades aimed for Dok-hwi-gong’s throat.

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