Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 406

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 406
I led Seolha toward the hideout where the Blood Demon Disciples were concealed.
“Tsk, brother. The scent of blood is overwhelming?”
Yang Hwi sighed and bared his fangs.
“These damn bastards again.”
No matter how many corpses of the Hyeol Sa-ryeon suppression force were piled together, the blood scent shouldn’t be this fresh.
Several days had already passed.
“Blood Demon Disciples.”
As I, masked, spoke in a gloomy voice, the Blood Demons immediately burst forth.
“Divine Being!”
“You have graced us with your presence!”
I needed to make an example, so I selected one particularly ugly specimen and severed his neck.
“I made myself clear. Stay hidden and absorb energy.”
In an instant, dark energy and savage killing intent engulfed the surroundings.
The Blood Demons trembled violently.
“That is….”
“We merely sought additional sustenance to serve the Divine Being more excellently….”
I severed the neck of the one making such pathetic excuses.
“The Bon-jwa’s command supersedes all else. How dare you wretches disobey orders and act on your own?”
“We beg your forgiveness, Divine Being!”
“We shall atone through death!”
“Divine Being!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Blood Demon Disciples smashed their heads against the ground in unison.
Left unchecked, they would continue until their skulls shattered.
Such was the obsession that the Hyeol-ma-gong technique induced.
The problem, however, was this.
‘The moment I’m out of sight, they revert to mischief.’
The obsession from Hyeol-ma-gong naturally directed itself toward the Hyeol-sin of the Blood Sect.
Since I had forcibly redirected it using my soul technique, they exhibited erratic behavior whenever distance increased.
For instance, tormenting the weak for amusement.
‘That’s actually the least of it. These creatures are fundamentally defective, so perfectly controlling their desires is difficult.’
I had already severed the necks of countless ones attempting to assault women.
No matter how much I invested in raising these creatures with provisions for my purposes.
The sins they committed would become my karma.
This was why I brought Seolha.
-Seolha. Show yourself now.
-Yes, brother.
A sinister wind whistled through.
Seolha appeared, her entire form concealed beneath a jet-black wide-brimmed hat and a dark cotton robe that extended to her knees.
“Ohohoho! So the Family Head truly does struggle raising such worthless specimens! Now I see why!”
Beneath the white mask, Yang Hwi’s face registered confusion.
‘Ohohoho…?’
I had planned to use Seolha’s power to place restrictions on these creatures.
I’d asked her to use the alias Seob Hon-ma-hu and pose as a Demon for this purpose.
But ohohoho?
It seemed far too exaggerated.
‘And “Family Head” at that.’
The term literally meant older brother, but wasn’t it a form of address used between lovers?
-You lack any demonic aura. It would be much more natural if we were positioned as siblings and lovers.
A transmission arrived from Seolha. She’d read my thoughts and caught onto my doubts.
Well, it was a reason I couldn’t refute.
Seolha was genuinely in high spirits.
Watching me operate under a dual identity had sparked a growing desire to try it herself.
Her exaggerated mannerisms were also an imitation of my own.
“Divine Being. Who is this person?”
The Blood Demon who’d asked the question while gauging my reaction died, bleeding from every pore in his body.
“I don’t recall granting you permission to open your mouths.”
Seolha showed not the slightest tremor even after killing someone.
It was the result of growing up watching me, and also a trait inherited from Pacheon Eumhu, who despised the seeds of Sa-pa and Mado.
“I am Seob Hon-ma-hu! At my brother’s request, I’ve graced you with my presence to make you worthwhile. It pains me to spend my precious time on wretches like you… but consider it an honor.”
The Blood Demons glanced toward me.
Since I offered no objection, they one by one knelt down.
“Dual Saber pays respects to the Demon Lady!”
“Demon Lady, it is an honor to meet you!”
Not a single one of them questioned why they sensed no demonic aura from Seolha.
Well, considering their level, they probably believed her to be a master so formidable they couldn’t perceive even a trace of her power.
‘Alright, let’s move to the next phase.’
“The plan has changed. We’ll consume all remaining prey today and relocate. Everyone, go inside and begin your cultivation.”
“As you command!”
“As you command!”
For those who’d learned the Hyeol-ma-gong, cultivation wasn’t about drawing in the natural energy of heaven and earth.
The Blood Demons each positioned corpses beside them, absorbing their essence.
-Ugh, it’s sickening just to watch. I want to slaughter them all.
I grimaced. After all, I’d contributed to creating this revolting situation.
-Just bear with it a little longer. Once I’ve wrung them dry, I’ll send them all to the afterlife.
If I planned to use people and kill them, I should have felt guilt.
But I felt nothing of the sort.
After spending over a month with these bastards, I’d confirmed multiple times that they were fundamentally rotten to the core.
Monitoring and controlling creatures constantly trying to cause trouble was simply part of the work.
That’s why I brought Seolha along.
-Understood. Well then, I’ll begin.
I won’t bring the Heavenly Sound Lute. If I did, my identity would be exposed immediately.
Instead, Seolha held two folding fans.
Whoosh!
As the fans unfurled, the sound transformed and a melody began to flow.
Feeling the power woven into the sound that struck my eardrums, I recalled my conversation with Seolha.
“So you’re saying you need my help to suppress those demon bastards’ desires?”
“Yes. Let’s figure out the method together.”
“Honestly, it seems like it could be done right away without all this?”
“What? How?”
“I wasn’t idle while Injoong Sinma was rampaging. That soul-binding technique you taught me—it’s quite a fascinating martial art.”
Before the plan changed, Seolha was supposed to go assassinate the sworn brother of the Blood Sa-ryeon Master alongside me.
That’s why I even taught her the soul-binding technique to make it look like the work of the Mado.
And Seolha, based on the properties of the Dohwa Body and the sound cultivation of the Heart Sound Realm, had created an entirely new martial technique.
‘I’d forgotten for a moment. That Seolha is a transcendent genius.’
Whoosh, whoosh-whoosh!
The fan sounds continued in steady rhythm, forming a melody.
Spiritual resonance mixed into the sound, and simultaneously Seolha’s eyes radiated violet light.
Dohwa Qi. A burning aura that draws all things nearby toward it.
-I’m beginning now.
Hyeol-ma-gong is a technique that stimulates the upper dantian. In other words, when Blood Demons circulate their energy, their upper dantians become vulnerable.
The sound of the Heart Sound Realm seeped into their minds.
-You wretches, lower than insects.
-Henceforth, you shall feel only the desire to become tools for the Divine Being.
-You cannot feel any other desire. The only desire that can exist within your hearts is this one.
The Path of Wind Music, First Movement. Holy Sound Resonates the Heart.
I gazed at Seolha and trembled slightly.
Holy Sound Resonates the Heart. The holy sound echoes through the mind.
A technique that fit its name perfectly.
‘At this level… I could brainwash the Blood Sect cultists without needing the obsession of fanaticism.’
In my past life, Seolha was the Soul-binding Demon Woman.
Wielding soul-binding techniques based on the Dohwa Body’s properties, she had brainwashed countless martial artists of the Baek Do, triggering a great blood massacre.
The reason one person could be called a blood massacre.
Now I understand it somewhat.
‘Seolha really is impressive. In comparison….’
As I sent a drowsy glance, Chu Dal, who had been hiding, bristled.
-Yeah, I’m useless! You bring me here with nothing to do and just give me the cold shoulder!
I can’t exactly say I’m bored because there’s no one to tease…
-If it’s going to be like this, send me out. Let me go find Eum Hu.
-Eun-gong?
Ah. The person who saved my life.
I glanced around cautiously.
‘It’s a bit awkward to claim that now.’
While I was thinking that, Chu Dal continued speaking.
-No, there’s no need to search. You said you know where he is. Didn’t you even stake the Family Head’s reputation on it, saying you’d tell us once you returned from beyond the sect and came back home?
…Did I say that?
You did.
This extraordinary memory that forgets nothing is infuriating at times like this.
-He’s in Honam.
-What? You really do know. Where in Honam?
Here. Right in front of your eyes.
-Send me there anyway. I’ll offer my thanks and repay the debt.
I hesitated, searching for an excuse.
-Tsk. Going to find him when things are in such chaos—what would he think? Let me settle Honam first, then I’ll send you.
This time, Chu Dal’s eyes narrowed.
-Why do you keep putting it off? Brother, something feels off.
It’s because I’m worried it’ll become awkward if I reveal that I’m the one he owes his life to.
-This time I’ll really tell you. Give me just a month or two after I take care of Honam.
-This time you’re really keeping your promise. Otherwise, I won’t stay quiet either. Got it?
-Understood, you bastard.
That’s when it happened.
-Brother.
-Yes, Seolha. Are you done?
-These bastards are more vulnerable to soul-binding than I thought. Could you help me?
She says they’re vulnerable, then asks for help?
‘Hmm?’
Seolha’s intention reached me. Thanks to that, I could immediately understand her purpose.
‘This is possible?’
-Chu Dal, do you have an identity token or two?
-Of course. I keep them for disguise purposes.
I took the token from Chu Dal and infused it with my inner qi and consciousness.
On top of that, Seolha’s consciousness was added.
Whoooooosh!
The soul-binding technique based on sound arts, wielded by a Sound Master at the pinnacle of the Heart Sound Realm, was unleashed to its absolute limit.
As a result.
“It worked.”
“Wow, at this level it’s practically brainwashing, isn’t it?”
I gazed at the identity token in my grasp.
The spiritual connection function that the Hyeol-ma-gong possessed.
Seolha succeeded in connecting the jade token and the Blood Demons’ spirits based on the infused energy and mental imprint.
In other words, it was like this.
“With just the token, I can command these bastards however I please from now on.”
Yang Hwi glanced at Chu Dal.
“Brother? Why are you looking at me like that…?”
It seemed coordinated attacks would be possible going forward.

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A bolt from the blue struck the headquarters of the Guihyeol Sect in Changsha, Honan Province.
“Wretched insects! Prostrate yourselves before your master!”
Changsha was the provincial capital of Honan—the most prosperous city in the region.
The Guihyeol Sect was called the foremost faction even in such a city.
In other words, while not quite reaching the level of the Nine Sects and Six Houses, they were a force worth roughly half that caliber.
But.
“Those who do not prostrate shall be executed without exception!”
“Krraaaagh!”
“T-Three Flames Gathering Essence! Fire Realm! Fire Realm!”
Instead of pure white feathers, pitch-black flames danced wildly.
A bundle of energy configured exclusively for Injoong Sinma to conceal his identity.
After another month had passed, it had become the unmistakable symbol of a certain renowned Mado master.
“Ugh, gaaaaaaah!”
“Cheonmu-sip-jon! Injoong Sinma of the Cheonmu-sip-jon!”
“Spare us! We shall do anything!”
With three pitch-black flowers blooming above his head in plain sight, a masked figure descended onto the highest pavilion of the Guihyeol Sect.
“Show yourself, sect master!”
No answer came. True to his sect’s nature, he was fleeing first.
Well, Seolha would drag him out anyway.
“Slaughter them all! Kill them and gather the bodies in one place!”
“Your will!”
“Your will!”
“Your will!”
The Blood Demon Disciples, their eyes brimming with desire, began their massacre.
‘Hmm, I should rest a bit. I’ve already killed all the Transcendent Masters first.’
There was no need to worry about them pulling any foolish tricks like before.
There was no need to watch their backs lest the weaklings collapse and die.
Over the past month, the Blood Demon Disciples had grown strong enough to devour a force like the Guihyeol Sect with ease.
Of course, this assumed that Injoong Sinma of the Cheonmu-sip-jon would lend some effort at the vanguard.
-Brother. Sister caught the sect master. We’ve also eliminated all those trying to escape.
It was Chu Dal’s transmission.
-Good work.
-However, there is one person you must see, older brother.
-Hmm? You said you already captured the Sect Leader.
-Not the Sect Leader. There’s someone suspicious conducting reconnaissance here. At minimum, they appear to be a Transcendent Master.
This bastard Chu Dal—despite being at the Peak realm, he managed to see through a Transcendent Master’s concealment.
I always tease him as a novice, but the man has remarkable talent.
-Where? Show me.
It was roughly two hundred paces away from the main headquarters of the Blood Sect.
-Over there. Do you see it?
As I heightened my perception, the figure hiding in concealment became visible.
The energy they wielded was blood qi. Their concealment technique also appeared to be from the Blood Sect lineage.
‘In other words, a Transcendent Master belonging to the Blood Sect.’
It had been roughly two and a half months since the Hyeol-ma-gong was released.
There was no way a Transcendent Master could have emerged so quickly.
Perhaps someone who already possessed a high realm picked up the Hyeol-ma-gong and cultivated it?
‘Hmm? No, that bastard….’
I heightened my perception further and focused my gaze intently.
My sight could not penetrate the bamboo hat obscuring their face, but my perception traced their features.
It was a familiar face.
‘The Blood Sect’s Vice Patriarch, the Blood Chanter.’
In my previous life, during the era of the Demonic Sects, one of the Blood Sect’s monsters who had slain countless people.
Though they never reached the Transformation realm, the grotesque nature of the demonic arts they cultivated made them a figure of terror.
‘I should have considered this. With the Hyeol-ma-gong released in Honam, it was inevitable the Blood Sect would send their core members to create disciples and expand their influence.’
In other words, if I tracked that bastard carefully, I could discover the secret base the Blood Sect had established in Honam.
The problem was that I couldn’t tail them directly.
‘It’s obvious they came to monitor me. After all, a Cheonmu-sip-jon level demonic expert suddenly appeared.’
It had already been a month since I openly displayed the Transformation realm and expanded my forces with overwhelming momentum.
Having crushed Hyeol Sa-ryeon’s subjugation forces three or four times already, I was constantly under watchful eyes.
-Chu Dal, I think we need to capture that bastard and deal with him.
-Eh, wouldn’t it be better to use him as bait and discover the headquarters instead?
-I’m the one being monitored, so I can’t tail them myself. And sending Seolha would be risky—her concealment technique isn’t refined enough.
-With me here, what’s there to worry about?
The Blood Chanter had clearly reached a mature stage even among Transcendent Masters.
Could someone at the Peak realm’s lower tier truly succeed at tailing them?
-Put away that look of doubt. Trust me. I’m absolutely certain I won’t be detected.
Chu Dal, pounding his chest, slithered into the shadows like a serpent.
‘Ugh, I’m uneasy about this. But he’s not the type to die foolishly, so… I suppose I have no choice but to trust him.’
And then, several days later.
Chu Dal returned with astonishing results.

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