Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 389

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 389
Il-wol-myeon is nothing less than a fragment of Cheonma itself.
Such a heavyweight actually moved that heavy body of his to appear in person?
It meant he desperately desired something.
‘Then a hostage situation is entirely possible!’
Even if the hostage in question was my own body—no, my very life.
I forced my energy to rampage even more violently.
“Kugh!”
Blood streamed from my mouth in torrents.
I had already scraped together every last bit of my Primordial Qi to create and consume multiple Seonran.
I was truly on the brink of death.
“See? I’m serious. Leave now. Otherwise, I’ll die.”
[….]
[….]
Il-wol-myeon fell silent. Even for a fragment of a monster that had lived hundreds of years, this was the first time facing someone who threatened with their own life.
[I know your desires.]
[Your cherished aspiration. Can you truly die?]
These bastards… no, are they even bastards?
After all, they share one body.
Anyway.
“Shut up. What do you know, spouting nonsense? Decide whether you’re leaving or not.”
[What do I know, you ask.]
[I see it. Your dreams. Your wishes. Your regrets. Your destination.]
…These bastards seem to actually know something, judging by their tone?
[Become one with us. I offer this generously.]
[Don’t you wish to transform into something beyond imagination?]
[I shall fulfill your aspiration. You desire to make the Baek Family the greatest clan under heaven, do you not?]
[Don’t you wish to see the Baek name dominate all under heaven?]
It became clear.
These bastards were reading my heart.
‘Seol-ha-rang feels somewhat different. More fundamental, like reading the most intense core of my inner self… ah.’
The auras of Gwangmyeong-cheon and Dok-hwi-gong. It seems their spirits became connected through the absorbed Il-wol-myeon qi.
Damned sinister bastards.
But here’s the thing.
“My aspiration isn’t to become the greatest family under heaven, you idiots.”
A scoff escaped me.
Making the Baek Family the greatest clan under heaven?
Yes, it’s an undeniable aspiration.
However, it wasn’t an aspiration where only the result mattered.
“To become the greatest under heaven as a Gaecheon-ji-hyeop. To spread the will my father left me across all the realm. Tell me—can you bastards truly fulfill my aspiration? What can a mere fragment of Cheonma possibly do?”
[….]
[….]
If everything that unfolded in the Western Chamber was orchestrated by Il-wol-myeon, then it’s already over.
There’s no way I could ever spread Gaecheon’s will across the realm.
‘Seeing how he passed down the Gwigyoe Jungok-gun, it seems Gwigyoe Jungok-gun—no, the Dalai Lama—was forcibly corrupted by the Demon.
Innocent people were tainted by the Demon.
He made them pursue power based on demonic qi, forcing them to live lives where killing and being killed became routine.
Just the So-reum-um Society and the Great Reum-um Society, the prime examples, were all slaughtered and absorbed into the Suro Sect.
“All you bastards can do now is disappear from here. Otherwise, take some pieces of my corpse with you.”
[Do you truly intend to see this through to the end?]
[A foolish choice. Shall I kill one of your companions as an example?]
Yet despite speaking thus, Il-wol-myeon did not exercise force.
The approach was closer to persuasion than coercion.
‘So you really do covet this body of mine. But why exactly?’
If you don’t know, asking will suffice.
“Let’s at least know the reason. What will you do with my body?”
[You are a body capable of embracing all things.]
[Even what we can never embrace, through that flesh, we could embrace.]
Oh. I didn’t expect such a straightforward answer.
So you’re determined to seize this body of mine no matter what today.
“What will you do by embracing everything? These bastards are already strong enough—why do you crave more?”
[Do you understand the yearning of a heart that must desire what it cannot embrace?]
[One who struggles to climb higher, one who harbors a cherished aspiration to achieve—surely such a person would not be ignorant of this.]
What cannot be embraced. Something that even transcendent, actionless power cannot possess.
There was only one thing that came to mind.
Seon-gi.
‘Now that I think about it, in my body right now….’
Seon-gi and demonic qi coexist.
That seems to be why they covet it.
Yet a question still remained.
Why exactly?
Why would a being that is essentially the very source of the Demon crave Seon-gi?
…No. Useless thoughts can wait.
First, I need to make those bastards withdraw.
The problem is that I must impose a perfect constraint.
‘If they claim to retreat and disappear, then reappear when I’ve suppressed my power, I’ll be in trouble.’
Worse still, they’ve probably planted Il-wol-myeong-gi within my dantian, and with the connected spirit, I have no way of knowing what schemes they might employ.
I must impose a constraint that guarantees my safety no matter what.
‘Those damn bastards… bastards? Wait a moment.’
Could it be they want another body because they dislike having two personalities in one?
If that’s the case.
Cheonma Honeum commands three demon sects, so even including the main body, there should be two more clones.
“Hey. Did you reach an agreement with Cheonma?”
[I am myself—why speak of agreements?]
[Truly a foolish question.]
It feels like you’re dodging the question.
“I’m asking if you reached an agreement with the main body. You’re just fragments. Don’t tell me all of you are entering my body at once?”
By my estimation, it shouldn’t be possible.
No matter how much I’ve trained my body all this time, it’s still merely at the supreme level.
There’s no way I could contain two of Cheonma’s original spirit clones plus the main body all at once.
“…Ah. I didn’t know this. Could a clone even act independently against the main body’s will?”
Il-wol-myeon did not answer.
But.
An answer came from elsewhere.
From within Yang Hwi himself.
[It was necessary to grant autonomy.]
Every muscle in my body tensed, and a chill ran down my spine.
The dantian. Specifically, the Seon dantian.
That was where the voice of consciousness was coming from.
[Is this our first direct conversation? How delightful, child of Bon-jwa.]
“….”
My blood ran cold.
When exactly did this become possible?
[Child, since you devoured the Seon dantian. You harbored Bon-jwa’s will, the seed.]
My thoughts are being read. How much can you actually perceive?
Can you see through all my martial foundations and insights as well?
For now, I must avoid thinking about the regression as much as possible….
That was the moment.
Hwa-cheon Seon-gi, or more precisely, the Seon-gi within me moved of its own accord.
[Hmm. There is something Bon-jwa should not glimpse. Very well, this too is part of our contest.]
Suddenly, a faint laugh.
Merely laughter, yet it flowed in one direction, becoming a binding force that constrained Il-wol-myeon.
[I granted autonomy but not freedom. Did you truly wish to be so independent from Bon-jwa?]
Il-wol-myeon’s eyes widened, but she said nothing.
Perhaps she could not speak.
[Il-wol-myeong-gyo. How I miss you. Yet your usefulness has ended.]
Suddenly, a question I had pushed to the back of my mind surfaced.
Why the Blood Sect ran rampant across the realm while the Demon Sect merely infiltrated Jeomchang alone.
True, they spread plague across Sichuan and dyed Western Tibet in demonic influence.
Yet compared to the Blood Sect, their power remained remarkably small.
‘So that’s why. The Cheonma’s true form—Honeum couldn’t utilize it.’
[A fragment of the Bon-jwa. A shard. Surely the Bon-jwa conveyed his will before. That he would observe. That he would not permit. Yet you have stepped forward. If so, fulfill your new purpose.]
Il-wol-myeon. A snow-white form where one could not even distinguish male from female.
Not even a final cry escaped.
In the blink of an eye. Truly nothing more than an instant.
It had become a sphere of light.
A luminous sphere where the brilliant radiance of the sun mingled with the soft glow of moonlight.
[The Bon-jwa granted power to the Won-yeong Divine Beings in proportion to the number of followers they commanded. It seems Il-wol-myeon was displeased with such constraints.]
The luminous sphere began to move.
Extraordinarily slowly.
Simultaneously, swift as an arrow.
[This is an apology for the recklessness. One might call it a trial for the Bon-jwa’s child.]
The luminous sphere embedded itself within Yang Hwi’s body.
The sphere burrowed through in an instant, consuming the Seon Hondan, and transformed into a new form.
[Il-wol Hondan—hmm. There is no need for impurities.]
[Shall I name it Hondan? Endure it once.]
A soft yet satisfied laugh echoed.
Soon, transformation began like a rushing torrent.

* * *
Mountain after mountain.
The phrase fit the current situation perfectly.
I barely captured the Ssang-gyo-ju and thought myself safe, only for Il-wol-myeon to appear.
I seized my own body as a hostage to threaten, and the Cheonma Honeum’s true form spoke.
Now the Cheonma’s Won-yeong Divine Being, Il-wol-myeon, had been absorbed in the form of a Hondan.
“Kuk, kruk, kraaaaaaa!”
A scream so violent it seemed to tear the throat apart burst forth.
No—it had already torn.
It was closer to the sound of metal than a human’s cry.
“Brother!”
Even amid the agony, Yang Hwi reached out his hand.
“Don’t come!”
All the demonic qi dwelling within my body was transforming.
Like sifting sand through a sieve to remove gravel, as the impurities drained away, what remained was only Hongi—the essence of twilight qi.
Though the qi was becoming pure, which should be fortunate, a sense of crisis rang the alarm bell.
-Kuh ah ah ah ah ah.
The mental image of the Human-Faced Winged Bird, formed by gathering the thoughts embedded in the demonic qi.
As impurities vanish, the form of the Human-Faced Winged Bird transforms.
The screaming faces drawn upon each feather disappear.
The grotesque form sheds into a streamlined, sharp body.
A hawk.
Just a single hawk.
Yet every feather was dark as pitch black.
Honeum.
-Kiaaaaaaaaa!
The moment Honeum’s cry pierced the air.
My body went rigid.
Demonic qi—no, Honeum’s essence invaded my entire being.
It rampaged through me.
‘If this continues…!’
I could sense it instinctively.
The moment I was completely consumed, I would be possessed by Sim Ma and transform into a Demon.
The only way to escape such a horrific fate.
‘I must… ugh, ascend to the Transformation Realm immediately.’
My current level couldn’t handle this, so I had to elevate my realm.
But how?
That was the moment.
-Kiaaaaaaaaa!
“Graaaaaahhh!”
Seolha watched the collision of the two birds with trembling eyes.
The Shattered Heaven Divine Bird and Honeum clashed, their sharp beaks and talons bared.
Each time they collided, my body convulsed violently.
“I… I have to do something….”
But there was no way. Her mind had gone blank white, and nothing came to her.
“Nong Daoist Master! Try anything!”
Neung-o shook his head expressionlessly.
“There is nothing I can do but end Baek Dou’s life.”
“But if we just leave it like this—!”
Neung-o remained expressionless.
Yet the sound of teeth shattering came from his mouth.
His intact right hand had clenched into a fist, and fresh blood dripped down in streams.
“There is no way.”
“Graaaaaahhhhh!”
My scream grew louder.
The metallic shriek transformed into something resembling thunder.
“Brother! Brother! No, this can’t be!”
Seolha’s anguished cry echoed across all directions.
Her scream, from one who had reached the Honeum realm, was also the resonance of a desperate heart.
“Seolha.”
A voice, small and faint.
Adu, who had collapsed, had somehow drawn near.
His entire body shattered and drenched in blood.
“Ah, Adu….”
“It’s fine.”
Slowly, golden light bloomed from Adu’s entire body.
Like a final flame burning brilliantly.
The golden radiance of returning light and reflecting illumination brightened the surroundings.
The pinnacle of Demon Suppression and Annihilation.
An ancient prodigy who inherited the essence of Shaolin in a single body.
And also.
A being destined to shine in bright places, just like Yang Hwi.
“Yang Hwi is a good person. You have to be a good person. I like good people.”
The massive form of golden light walked toward me, who was spewing absolute darkness.
Golden light and absolute darkness made contact.
Adu’s hand touched my body.
“Ah… du. Kwaaaaah! Don’t do this!”
“No.”
Adu, who had never once refused anything, no matter what was asked.
That Adu shook his head.
“We’ll die together!”
Or perhaps fall together.
No matter how much he had ascended and earned the qualification to reach the heavens, it was not a power that two supreme beings could endure.
‘Damn it! Damn it! Because of me, even Adu…!’
Despair arrived.
My resolve wavered from negative emotions.
I should have persevered, but instead I faltered.
“We can do this. Yang Hwi. Let’s live together as good people.”
My mind snapped back into focus.
Adu.
So foolish I couldn’t tell if his name was Adu or Adun.
I won’t let this bastard die because of me!
“Damn it, kugh, you bastards!”
-Kiiiiiiiii!
The Swaecheon Divine Bird shrieked harshly and swung its wings at Honeum.
And it was at that very moment.
-Kiiiiiiiiiii!
It was not the cry of the Swaecheon Divine Bird’s response.
A white dot rapidly growing larger from high in that sky.
-Kiiiiii!
Won-woo dropped something he had been gripping with his talons.
At that same moment, a whisper of intent transmitted directly to my mind.
-You have fulfilled your task admirably. Here is the spirit elixir as promised. Shall we call it the Hwa-cheon I-won Elixir?
Won-woo, who had vanished, returned bearing the Divine Dragon Immortal’s spirit elixir.

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