Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 405

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 405
Every martial art carries within it its own essence of the Way.
Even demonic cultivation is no exception.
“Father, what subtle principles does the Blood Sect’s demonic art possess that allows it to grow so rapidly?”
The Blood Sect spreads like a plague. The Hyeol-ma-gong devours others’ blood and vitality—and in the case of warriors, even their inner energy—to make it their own strength.
But can one truly become a master simply by accumulating power?
“During my travels through Honam, I was able to acquire several variants of the Hyeol-ma-gong.”
Noticing the frost settling in Baek Moo-ryang and Baek Yeon-cheon’s eyes, I quickly added more.
“I haven’t actually cultivated them. I merely examined them a bit.”
“…Young Master. Isn’t that usually the same thing?”
“Hmph.”
I exhaled Primordial Qi with a sharp sound.
“How could someone with this kind of energy possibly cultivate demonic arts?”
Primordial Qi is the purest and most righteous force under heaven. Their suspicions melted away.
‘My apologies. The truth is, I have cultivated it.’
No, to be precise, I haven’t actually cultivated the demonic art itself.
I’ve merely grasped how to manipulate soul energy with the Patriarch’s help.
Anyway.
“I discovered that all Hyeol-ma-gong share two common principles.”
First, when cultivated, a demonic heart takes root within one’s being.
And second.
Simply by absorbing others’ energy, the progress of the cultivated Hyeol-ma-gong increases.
“How is such a thing possible, Young Master?”
“It defies the principles of martial arts—an impossibility. Yet that is precisely why it is demonic cultivation.”
Because it defies principles, it is heretical. And that is why it is demonic.
However, I needed to understand how such functions were actually manifested.
If only to destroy the head of the Blood Sect later.
“Both functions stem from the unique incantations of the Hyeol-ma-gong that stimulate the upper dantian.”
All martial arts that touch the upper dantian are classified as divine techniques.
Yet the Hyeol-ma-gong stimulates the upper dantian even in third-rate trash arts.
The subtle principle of the shared incantation that makes the impossible possible is simply.
“The Hyeol-ma-gong induces its unique demonic heart, and through this, connects the spirit.”
“Connection of spirit? To what exactly?”
“The incantation.”
‘To be precise, the enlightenment contained within the incantation… or perhaps the entity that planted that enlightenment.’
In summary, it works like this.
When one cultivates the Hyeol-ma-gong, merely taking blood and vitality forcibly aligns one’s progress and martial prowess according to the principles planted within.
“In other words, amplification.”
I tapped my chest with satisfaction.
“In this regard, I’m second to none, wouldn’t you say?”
Pacheon Eumhu’s Yin Technique.
Yongwang-do’s Grand Ocean.
And to that, the Shaman’s Tai Chi as well.
‘Unlike before, now that I’ve created the second and third paths of the Gae-cheon Sword Path, it’s entirely possible.’
The Second Path, Naerobancheonsa.
A supreme technique that handles and unleashes the repulsion of heterogeneous Primordial Qi.
The Third Path, Dual Wings Moving Together, Generating Together.
A supreme technique that blends the grafting of two different forces with the subtlety of amplification.
“What this means is that I can now create spirit pills by referencing only the necessary components.”
“….”
“….”
“Shaolin’s summoning pills can grant roughly half a decade’s worth of inner power, but to a master of the highest caliber, summoning pills are merely exotic medicines for treating internal injuries.”
“Since they possess so much inner power, the spiritual essence contained in summoning pills cannot increase their cultivation. Conversely, if I apply this principle inversely and extract amplified spiritual essence regardless of inner power level, I can increase their cultivation.”
Despite hearing such a detailed explanation, the two remained silent.
For Baek Moo-ryang and Baek Yeon-cheon, it was incomprehensible.
It felt like nothing more than a leap in logic—that I had observed how the enemy could turn one thing into ten, and from that reference, conceived a method of creating something from nothing.
‘My own son, yet truly extraordinary.’
‘Is this how a peerless genius thinks? I cannot possibly keep pace.’
“A picture is worth a thousand words. Let me show you directly.”
With those words, Yang Hwi closed his eyes.
In my past life, obtaining the secrets of Hyeol-ma-gong had been impossible.
The Blood Sect cultists were all madmen, and torture was useless against them.
Besides, even if I had obtained it, with martial prowess of only the highest caliber, I could never have achieved enlightenment.
Only I, having ascended to the Flower Realm in this life, could create this secret technique.
“I once created Seonran using the Seob-ran Hui-seon Finger Technique and gifted it to Father.”
This was during the Yangtze River Great War. Since most of the mercenaries possessed turbid qi, I scattered Seonran imbued with the opposite—pure and righteous principles.
“I’ve infused the Seob-ran Hui-seon Finger Technique with my newly gained enlightenment. So the name is.”
The dantian within. The Seon-hun and Yuan-dan each released their energies.
Pure qi and turbid qi repelled and began to run wild, and the resulting force was controlled by the subtlety of Tai Chi harmony, taking shape in my palm.
After infusing this with the Primordial Qi of the Cheonmu-sip-jon—that is, overwhelming spiritual efficacy.
‘Magnificent Ocean. Refined into Smallness. Amplify.’
Perfectly controlling all these forces and weaving them into one was impossible, even for me.
-Kiiiiiiiii!
The second mental image ability I gained enlightenment of when ascending to the Flower Realm and weaving the Heuk-baek-sin-jo.
Harmony with Heaven.
This was also a reinterpretation of the enlightenment and realm I achieved in my past life, adapted to this life.
All things beneath heaven shall be harmonized.
By any means necessary, I shall certainly fulfill this long-cherished aspiration.
Such resolve took form as a mental image and gave birth to this ability.
-Kiiiiiiiiiii!
Black qi, white qi, and the Primordial Qi of Gae-cheon-sin-eung, the Cheonmu-sip-jon who harmonized them.
Three flowers bloomed in my hands.
I combined the three energies, dividing them equally and perfectly into three at once.
The petals of the flowers were feathers, and the buds were eggs.
“Feather-Transformed Spirit Egg Flower. I’ve named it thus.”
Feathers transformed into eggs brimming with spiritual essence, and this would become a new power for those who walked the path of Gae-cheon.
“Come now, taste it. The Baek Family heads should partake as well.”
Baek Moo-ryang and Baek Yeon-cheon, who received the flowers and placed them in their mouths, widened their eyes.
They could sense it instinctively.
If they diligently practiced breathing exercises, they could gain half a decade’s worth of inner power within ten days.
Inner power didn’t increase immediately, but they had gained spiritual essence in its stead.
“So it wasn’t about increasing inner power, Hwi.”
“Correct. What I’ve contained is amplified spiritual essence.”
Therefore, they had to dedicate themselves to cultivation before what they’d swallowed and consumed dissipated.
Since it was temporary amplification, regardless of level, they couldn’t obtain more than half a decade’s worth.
However, because it wasn’t inner power itself, there was one tremendous advantage it possessed.
“Our Baek Family’s retainers… Ah, I suppose I’ll need to include the Baek Hwa-mun as well now.”
I chuckled and continued speaking.
“If I diligently craft them, everyone should be able to obtain one flower within two months.”
In this current situation where the Blood Sect’s demonic techniques spread in all directions.
Half a decade’s worth of inner power was like rain falling on parched earth.
“…So this is what Cheonmu-sip-jon is. An absolute being who touches the heavens. Remarkable. Truly remarkable, Hwi.”
“No, Father.”
“Hmm?”
“Even my Master cannot do something like this. It’s only possible because it’s me.”
Who am I? The greatest talent under heaven.
I could say with certainty that only Yang Hwi himself in all the world could create such bizarre secret techniques.
“….”
Baek Hwa-mun head Baek Yeon-cheon quietly pondered to himself.
He was grateful a thousand, ten thousand times over that he had sworn his loyalty so quickly.

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Seolha and Chu Dal’s eyes widened considerably as they held the Yeong-ran Flower in their mouths.
“Ahh…!”
“Woah!”
“Hehehehe, see? I told you there’d be benefits to playing the role of a Demon.”
Yang Hwi looked at the two of them with a smug expression.
“Goodness, Brother, you’re truly remarkable. How did you create this?”
“I was examining several Hyeol-ma-gong techniques and noticed some overlapping incantations. I gained some enlightenment from that.”
“Now you’re gaining enlightenment just from reading demonic cultivation incantations. Aren’t you like a living painting, Madu?”
After a long while, a flick resounded sharply.
Flick!
“Gaaahhhhh!”
“Chu Dal, Chu Dal—the Chu Dal written with the character for ‘flick’ and the character for ‘water otter.’ Want to experience a flick that kicks up dust on a rainy day?”
“You already flicked me! And why is this flick reverberating through my entire body!”
That’s thanks to mixing in the subtleties of sound energy.
If even a mere flick only caused bones to ring, that would be the work of an amateur.
“That’s what a true master’s flick is like. Anyway, how about you, Seolha?”
“It’s quite impressive. My inner energy is only slightly over five decades, yet I’ve gained half a decade of advancement.”
“To be precise, it’s the kind of growth that requires ten to fifteen days of dedicated cultivation.”
“That’s still remarkable. It would take years of cultivation to achieve even that much.”
Indeed, when one possessed three hundred years of inner energy, gaining more became a laborious task in itself.
At that level of mastery, a difference of half a decade in inner energy was hardly significant.
“More importantly, how are you progressing in terms of realm?”
Seolha’s inner landscape technique was the second function of Yu Cheon-sinpung.
Twin-born Wind—a breeze that wishes to live together.
Thanks to this, since Yang Hwi ascended to the Flame Realm, Seolha’s martial prowess had been growing at a rapid pace.
“The Flame Realm is still beyond me. It’s not easy.”
“Well, that’s only natural. Don’t be impatient.”
The Flame Realm—also called the Absolute Realm.
It was a realm one could not guarantee reaching even by devoting an entire lifetime.
Yet thanks to Twin-born Wind, Seolha could hold the conviction that she would one day ascend to the Flame Realm, making this itself an extraordinary fortune.
“Hehe, my very existence is a fortune for you.”
“Huh? You mean I’m a fortune for you, Brother. You even shaped my inner landscape for your sake.”
“Ahem, words should be precise. Who dragged a timid girl out of her corner and into the world? Who even made her a disciple of Cheonmu-sip-jon?”
“….”
Seolha fell silent. More precisely, she was expressing her thoughts through her expression rather than words.
“…At our pace, it shouldn’t take even half a day to reach Akyangru. Shall we go sightseeing?”
“I saw it not long ago.”
She was definitely sulking.
Had I teased her too much?
“No, I’ll go. But Father, wouldn’t you like to come along too? Oh, and when I go to Honam, should my older brother wear a mask as Injoong Sinma?”
She had moved beyond mere sulking—it seemed she harbored genuine intentions of retaliation.
“Please, just let that one slide… If Father finds out, I’m truly done for.”
As Yang Hwi surrendered, Seolha’s face broke into a victorious smile.
“Try misbehaving even once from now on. I’ll go straight to Father.”
“Fine, I’ll behave.”
Wait, hold on.
That aside, the form of address…?
“Since when did our father become ‘Father’ to you?”
“That’s just how it is now.”
“…That’s your entire explanation?”
Seolha’s smile shifted into something enigmatic.
“If you’re curious, go ask him yourself. Though you’ll probably get scolded for it.”
I suddenly lost all curiosity.
Well, I’ll ask when I have the chance and leisure later.
For now, I have urgent matters to attend to.
“Seolha, I’m heading back to Honam in three days. Come with me and bring Chu Dal along.”
“Brother, I’d prefer to stay here.”
Smack!
“Kyaaaaaaagh!”
Ignoring Chu Dal’s anguished cry, I continued.
“I need your help, Seolha.”
As I spoke, Yang Hwi was reading Seolha’s momentum and intent.
‘To be precise, I need the help of Seob Hon-ma-hu from my past life.’
“All right. What should I do?”
As always, Seolha did not refuse Yang Hwi’s request.
And yet.
As always, Yang Hwi’s demands lay far beyond the bounds of Seolha’s common sense.
“Simple. Let’s brainwash some people.”
“…Pardon?”
How was that simple in any way?

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