Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 392

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 392
Adu regained consciousness only after a full three days had passed.
“Ughh….”
“Ughh? What kind of pathetic groaning is that!”
Smack!
The moment Adu awoke, he received a sharp blow to the head and wore a bewildered expression.
“Why did you hit me?”
“Why? Because you’re a fool, you idiot. Think about the insane thing you did.”
Adu pondered for a moment, then chuckled and scratched the spot where he’d been struck.
“This humble monk is too foolish to understand the Buddhist way. But I know what is right. So I had to do it.”
“Even so, that doesn’t excuse it!”
I couldn’t stay angry any longer. After all, it was thanks to Adu that we all survived.
‘If he hadn’t shared his Honeum with us… everything would have ended before Won-woo threw the Hwacheon-won-dan.’
“But it turned out well, didn’t it? Hehe.”
“Sigh. You’re right. Thank you.”
Looking into those clear eyes as pure as Seo’s, my anger melted away and I let out a small laugh.
“How’s your body? Are you alright?”
“Yes. I feel light.”
Though Adu hadn’t undergone the complete rebirth that Yang Hwi experienced while suppressing the Honeum, he had still passed through a vigorous flow of energy that healed his injuries.
“That’s a relief.”
Now that Adu had awakened, it was time to leave this Western Fortress.
Over the past three days, everyone had recovered enough to travel without difficulty.
Of course, we couldn’t just leave empty-handed.
“Hehehehe, then let’s gather what we can carry.”
“Hmm? Baek Dou, we didn’t come here searching for treasure, so I doubt there’s much left to take.”
For reference, the great sword used by Gwangmyeong-cheon, one of the Twin Sect Leaders, had already been secured.
“There’s plenty. After all, we came here to find the legacy of the Greatest Under Heaven.”
“The demons in the central chamber? They should all be destroyed by now. Even if they weren’t, keeping them sealed would be better for the world.”
That was true, but because they were destroyed, there was something to collect.
“The shattered remains—all of it was Seong Cheol grade material.”
Just like the Blood Deity Sword, the sacred treasure of the Blood Sect, these were materials impossible to obtain anywhere else.
“Moreover, the magical artifacts from the formation that sealed the demons. Those alone would be worth a fortune if we took them.”
From what I could see, there were many rare items brimming with energy, including night-luminous pearls.
‘We’ve suffered through this distant journey beyond the world. We can’t return empty-handed!’
And so the group moved to the peak of the rocky mountain and jumped down just as we had before.
It was at that very moment.
“Ugh? Hey, Yang Hwi!”
“What?”
“I can’t move my energy!”
“What?!”
No matter how resilient Adu was, his body couldn’t remain unscathed after plummeting from the mountain’s peak to the depths below.
“You foolish bastard! How are you only noticing this now?!”
“Hehe. See you in the next life.”
Yang Hwi, startled, quickly grabbed Adu.
“What insane nonsense are you spouting?!”
No matter how heavy Adu’s weight was, Yang Hwi had already reached a realm where he could deploy Void Steps while bearing a thousand-jin stone mountain.
After landing safely, I immediately examined Adu’s physical condition.
“The sealed soul essence within has caused his internal energy to solidify completely.”
Damn it, I never expected this outcome.
To use an analogy, it resembled my own state when I first consumed the Seon pill.
‘I had the Hwa-cheon I-won technique and the Seon pill, so I could handle both energies… but.’
The soul essence Adu harbored originated from a fragment of Cheonma itself.
In terms of rank, the gap was incomparably vast.
“Hehe, it’s fine. Once I return to the temple, the Head Monk will fix it.”
Hearing Adu’s words, my heart eased.
Certainly, if it was Shaolin, if it was Venerable Yeoilrakbul, they would surely possess some method.
“Don’t apologize, Yang Hwi.”
Yang Hwi, feeling a pang of guilt, replied gruffly.
“I’m not apologizing. You went and touched it on your own.”
“Hehe.”
“Let’s gather what we need and get out of here.”
Collecting all the shattered debris, it seemed to total roughly five hundred jin.
Not all the components and fragments were Seong Cheol steel, but the Seong Cheol alone would easily weigh three hundred jin.
‘Baek Blacksmith would be absolutely delighted with this.’
It was about time the Baek Family acquired a legendary treasure like the Shaman’s Songmun Sword.
I gazed at the black and white dual swords at my waist… no, wait. Should I call them the Pitch-Black Swords now?
Having absorbed so much demonic energy, everything except the white thread connecting from the hilt had turned pitch-black.
‘These two blades are mine, after all.’
I would eventually leave the Baek Family, so I couldn’t pass them down as the family’s legendary treasures.
“Brother. We’ve collected all the sealing formation’s artifacts.”
“Good work.”
“But the artifacts aren’t everything, sir.”
“What do you mean?”
Chu Dal quickly rushed toward the wall and channeled his energy through the Thousand-Layered Silk technique.
Then, metal pillars came into view.
“See? These all appear to be Eternal Frost Iron.”
“What?!”
I had wondered how such a vast space was carved inside the mountain.
So it was being supported by Eternal Frost Iron pillars.
‘There must be over ten of them. How much is all this worth?’
Ten-thousand-year cold iron. Any warrior who wielded weapons would go mad chasing after this metal.
Even a small mixture could transform the quality of a weapon entirely.
“How much do you think we’ll get in total?”
“It depends on market prices, but at least eight hundred thousand gold taels?”
My jaw dropped at the figure.
Eight hundred thousand gold taels?
That exceeded the entire annual budget of Jiangxi Province where the Baek Family was located.
“Ahahaha! We’re rich now! Let’s split it fairly! Even so, that’s two hundred thousand taels each!”
If I gave Chu Dal his share, the Baek Family alone could claim double.
And there was Yang Hwi, always thinking ahead.
“Wait a moment, older brother. Can we actually carry all of this?”
“…What?”
I glanced around and did a rough calculation.
Hmm… this was going to be backbreaking work.
“Everyone carries their own share. Ah, I’ll only take what I can carry and give the rest to you, older brother.”
“Why?”
Surely she didn’t just dislike carrying it?
“The Jegal Family extorted the Baek Family, didn’t they? I heard from Chu Dal. You agreed to sell only Jiangxi’s grain through Mu-han.”
“….”
‘Seol Ha-ya, we actually deceived you about that.’
I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
If I did, I’d definitely get hit.
“So I’ll concede my share.”
“…Thank you.”
Since she was already being so gracious, I wondered if I could ask her to deliver it once we arrived.
If I said that, I’d definitely get cursed out, wouldn’t I?
“Yang Hwi. I can’t carry it either.”
“Oh, right. Inner energy.”
No matter how monstrous Adu’s strength was, carrying more than thirty percent of this weight would be impossible.
“If only I could carry it all and deliver it, the great monk would be so pleased….”
“…I’ll carry it.”
I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to figure it out on his own.
My conscience felt heavier than the weight I’d be carrying.
“Really? Thanks, hehe.”
So I’d have to carry roughly three people’s worth by myself.
Well, I’ve already reached the Hwa Realm anyway, so somehow it’ll work out.
It was right then.
“Older brother.”
“Chu Dal. Don’t do that.”
“Older brother.”
My fears had become reality.
“I don’t think I can carry my share either.”
“Why! What on earth is happening!”
“Hehe, as you said, brother, I’m nothing but a novice, aren’t I?”
“….”
Karma had come calling.

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“Kugh! Kugh!”
Simply walking produced groans far louder than when I’d been stabbed by a blade.
It couldn’t be helped.
I was carrying six hundred thousand taels’ worth of treasure out of the eight hundred thousand taels’ worth we’d acquired, crossing the foothills of the Kunlun Mountains alone.
“Kugh! Kugh! Kugh! Kugh!”
“Brother. At this point, shouldn’t we just abandon it and go?”
“Shut it!”
“Your greed never ceases.”
Abandon it? What am I abandoning!
This isn’t a world where money grows from the ground!
‘Damn it, should I abandon it? I’m going to die at this rate.’
I’d made it this far half-dead, but I still had thousands of miles ahead.
Once I crossed the Kunlun Mountains, I absolutely had to find a carriage or something.
“Kugh, how much further to the Divine Dragon Immortal’s dwelling?”
“It should take about half a day more.”
There was actually an easier path.
But out of courtesy to thank the Divine Dragon Immortal, I was walking through these harsh mountain slopes.
‘I could just head straight to the Baek Family… No. I have questions to ask anyway.’
“Kugh! Kugh!”
I’d reached the Transformation Realm, yet why was this so exhausting?
Carrying such a burden and walking hundreds of miles seemed unrelated to one’s cultivation level.
Just as Yang Hwi’s breath was about to give out.
I finally arrived at the Divine Dragon Immortal’s dwelling.
“You’ve come, hehehehe. I’ve been watching.”
“Kugh, Divine Immortal. If you were watching….”
You could have helped.
He must have just watched because it was amusing.
That much was certain.
“You’ve handled it well. I’m glad you weren’t late.”
“Kugh….”
The Divine Dragon Immortal smiled faintly and waited for Yang Hwi to recover his strength.
“Now then, tell me. What happened? I’m curious. It seems Bin-do’s Hwacheon-won-dan fulfilled its purpose.”
“That’s what I mean.”
I explained everything—from the Dalai Lama locking himself away in the central chamber, to my battle with Ssang-gyo-ju, and finally to absorbing Cheonma’s original spirit.
“…You’ve experienced quite a lot in such a short time.”
The Divine Dragon Immortal gazed upward with a grave expression, his eyes sweeping across me and my companions repeatedly.
Then he uttered a single phrase.
“Move swiftly.”
“Pardon? Couldn’t you help us carry some of the luggage as we go, Immortal?”
“…Then move swiftly after we’ve relocated everything.”
Tch, that didn’t work.
Anyway.
“Did you perceive something, Immortal?”
“From what Dou told me, I suspect Honeum is plotting something in earnest. Reading the heavenly signs, I foresee turbulence beginning soon.”
Turbulence. The realm has been in upheaval since the Yangtze River Tournament.
Was he saying it would become even more violent than that?
‘This old man also enjoys cryptic answers. Why won’t he just speak plainly?’
Is it really true that both Swordmaster and this old man get punished for revealing heavenly secrets?
“Ah, I have something I’d like to ask.”
“Ask freely.”
In fact, I came all this way just to ask this one thing.
“Do you happen to know why Cheonma is targeting my body?”
“….”
The Divine Dragon Immortal fell silent. He gazed upward at the sky once more.
“I do know.”
“Oh, will you tell me?”
“Hmm, you should hear the details directly from him.”
“From whom?”
“Cheonma’s disciple.”
“What?”
Was he saying there’s another existence like Seon?
It was at that moment.
A tremor began emanating from the Swordmaster’s Manual in my robes.
[Gain companion, merge sword paths, pierce the heavens.]
[Wander the realm, seek the strange, obtain true desire.]
All the characters vanished, and the manual began to glow.
Right on cue, the Divine Dragon Immortal smiled and spoke.
“Go.”
“What is this….”
My consciousness was transported elsewhere in an instant.

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As my eyes opened, the ethereal landscape of Peach Blossom Spring came into view.
Before me stood an elderly man with an immortal’s bearing, his expression etched with exasperation.
Swordmaster Yeo Dong-bin.
‘He told me to question the Cheonma’s disciple, then moved to this place.’
“Elder.”
Yang Hwi asked with a rigid expression.
“Were you a disciple of the Cheonma?”

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