Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 415

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 415
“The supreme martial arts of the Blood Sect? So you’re asking for the worst blood demon technique?”
“Yeah. Though Injoong Sinma was swayed, I see him as a cooperative partner rather than a subordinate, so I need this. Something along those lines.”
“Then it needs to be such a vile and sinister demonic art that Injoong Sinma would go mad learning it?”
Moreover, it had to be the supreme Blood Sect secret technique—one where merely studying it would drive a fanatical obsession with the Hyeol-sin into one’s very mind.
Chu Dal, his eyes wide as lanterns, asked next.
“Brother, what are you planning to use that for?”
Yang Hwi, grinning wickedly, pulled the white mask over his face.
“There’s a use for everything. I’m heading out to work now. Make sure it gets delivered.”
“Brother. Think about this again. Something feels off about this. You’re not planning to learn it yourself, are you?”
“You fool, don’t think strange thoughts. Anyway, I’m going. I need to go nurture those Hyeol-ma-dae bastards today.”
As long as I don’t fall, even a precarious balance will hold.
Failure means a plunge. Success means acrobatics.
Walking the line between extremes—isn’t that what tightrope walking truly is?
‘I should venture further west today.’
The closer one gets to Hyeol Sa-ryeon, the higher the caliber of the Sa-pa sects established there.
Those who’ve mastered the blood demon technique, I’ll take under my command. The rest, I’ll slaughter and consume.
“Hyeol-ma-dae, follow in the footsteps of your Bon-jwa!”
“We obey!”
“We obey!”
Two hundred members of the Hyeol-ma-dae unfurled their lightness technique, following Yang Hwi in his white mask.
Compared to the beginning, both numbers and martial prowess were incomparable.
‘Still, I’m far from where I need to be. This is merely enough to grasp at Hyeol Sa-ryeon’s heels.’
Hyeol Sa-ryeon. The greatest Sa-pa sect under heaven.
An iron fortress built and nurtured over a hundred years by a legendary sect master who inscribed his name among the Cheonmu-sip-jon before reaching fifty.
‘I will breach that iron fortress and tear away chunks of flesh.’
That was precisely the role of the Hyeol-ma-dae faction.
Therefore, I needed to consume far more and elevate them to even greater heights.
“I am Injoong Sinma! Those who have mastered the blood demon technique, submit! Those who refuse will be cast to wander the nine heavens!”
Today’s target was a Sa-pa sect called Cheol-jan Min-sung-mun.
Despite its unfamiliar name, it was one of the largest Sa-pa sects in Honam.
A strange sense of the passage of time washed over me.
‘Just a few years ago, I faced tremendous crisis against mere sects like Hyeong-san-pa.’
Cheol-jan Min-sung-mun was the size of two or three Hyeong-san-pa combined.
Yet to Injoong Sinma and the Hyeol-ma-dae, it was merely today’s meal.
“Kill them all! Let them become our sacrifice, the strength for your Bon-jwa!”
“We obey!”
“We obey!”
“We obey!”
The massive Cheol-jan Min-sung-mun sect was annihilated in a single day.
Some scattered remnants and deserters would nurse their grudges, but it mattered little.
The Hyeol-ma-dae was destined to perish within a couple of months anyway.
‘It’s a shame I couldn’t obtain the Hyeol-ma-gong.’
As I moved westward toward Guizhou, where the Hyeol Sa-ryeon was headquartered, it became increasingly difficult to find those who had mastered the Hyeol-ma-gong.
For me, Yang Hwi, who desired to uncover and dissect the secrets of a new Hyeol-ma-gong, this was quite regrettable.
This was precisely why I had demanded the Blood Sect’s highest secret teachings from the main headquarters.
‘The Hyeol-ma-gong… the higher the grade, the stronger the fanatical Sim Ma becomes.’
In other words, the connection of the spirit grows stronger.
‘Where the spirit connects is the secret formula and enlightenment. In other words….’
I closed my eyes, then opened them.
Beyond objects and landscapes, the vital energy of heaven and earth filled my vision.
I closed and opened them once more.
New lines were drawn across my sight, stained with the expanded perception of energy.
The heads of the bastards who had mastered the Hyeol-ma-gong. More precisely, their Sang-dan-jeon.
Threads of spirit extended from them, connecting to somewhere distant.
‘If I could only reach where those threads lead….’
I would traverse and play along those lines like a tightrope walker.
Those threads were the very lines I would cross and the strings I would ride.

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Deep mountains are invariably shrouded in verdant foliage with pristine air.
Such is the natural order.
But.
This place defied that order.
Soil steeped and saturated in blood, bearing a dark crimson hue.
Halls painted entirely in the color of blood.
Surrounded by natural barriers that concealed its location from all under heaven, this was the Hyeol-sin Great Hall at the heart of the Blood Sect’s main headquarters.
“It has been quite some time since we gathered like this.”
The owner of that voice, harsh as scraping metal, was an elderly woman.
Her most striking feature was skin the color of blood across her entire body.
She was Hyeol Pi-pa-pa, one of the Bishops of the Blood Sect.
“Five. Only half, yet all the main headquarters’ Bishops have assembled.”
“I cannot recall how many years it has been.”
Those who answered were also Bishops of the Blood Sect.
Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom and Hyeol-tu Gwang-gwon.
“A request for martial arts came from Hunan.”
The reason for summoning the Bishops had already been shared.
It was to decide whether to transform the strange individual from Ak-in-gok who had suddenly appeared into a perfect servant of the Hyeol-sin.
“Injoong Sinma. Truly audacious. May we go and kill him?”
Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom radiated murderous intent.
The Hyeol-sin, both Sect Leader of the Blood Sect and object of faith. I myself, Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom, was the one who served the true Injoong Sinma.
Watching them strut about without understanding their place, I couldn’t help but feel my stomach churn and my blood boil.
“It’s too early to kill him. He’s the one who orchestrated the downfall of the Ilwol Myeong Sect in the Western Territory.”
The Ilwol Myeong Sect, which once boasted a power greater even than the Blood Sect.
Though its influence had dwindled and it was pushed back to the Western Territory, the Ilwol Myeong Sect was not a force to be toppled easily.
Yet, according to the Blood Sect’s intelligence, Injoong Sinma had consumed the Ilwol Myeong Sect in merely a few months.
“The Myeong Sect, like our sect, is a place governed by the Divine Being. A great will has descended upon Injoong Sinma.”
“I fail to understand what you expect from a spawn of Ak-in-gok.”
It was revealed that Injoong Sinma, who had been causing chaos and upheaval everywhere, belonged to Ak-in-gok.
This meant he was a creation of Jeol-ak Gwi-nyeo, who dared to imitate the great one and achieve her own ascension.
“We lowly servants cannot presume to fathom the will of such a great being. Yet what does she expect from the spawn of that rat-like woman…”
Rat-like woman. Among all under heaven, fewer than ten people could dare speak of Jeol-ak Gwi-nyeo, one of the Cheonmu-sip-jon, in such terms.
Yet those gathered here possessed the qualification.
Unlike the bishops dispatched externally, all of them were absolute masters who had ascended to the Hwa Realm.
“If only I were granted permission to act, I could erase Ak-in-gok and return.”
“We are merely pawns. Do not harbor thoughts beyond your station, Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom.”
Since it was not an incorrect statement, Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom fell silent.
Instead, Hyeol Pi-pa-pa opened her mouth.
“We must make good use of Injoong Sinma. Though he originated from Ak-in-gok, he has taken our hand. I believe we should permit Injoong Sinma higher doctrines.”
However, this was not a matter Hyeol Pi-pa-pa could decide alone.
Blood Oath Ascetic, the bishop leading the Honam Division.
The doctrines he had been granted would surely be classified as supreme martial arts in the martial realm, yet he had sent a request to headquarters.
“One of us five must have requested the doctrines that another has pursued.”
“Let me speak plainly. My doctrines cannot be shared.”
It was Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom. His feelings toward Injoong Sinma were the most unfavorable, so this was a natural response.
“None of us wish to share our doctrines. Yet someone must yield. To achieve the greatest results within that one’s permission.”
Everyone had agreed on making Injoong Sinma a servant of the Blood Sect.
However, no bishop wished to share the doctrines they had been granted and personally refined with another.
As the back-and-forth continued for some time.
Whoooosh!
Crimson mist frosted the surroundings, and soon tears of blood began flowing from every corner of the space.
“This aura…!”
“Surely not!”
The most alarmed was Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom.
The Blood Sect serves the Hyeol-sin, and even keeps the position of Sect Leader vacant as a vessel for the Divine Being’s incarnation.
Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom was the Blood Sect’s first bishop and its mightiest warrior.
Yet.
There was one bishop who had devoted everything to an endeavor that even he dared not attempt.
“It’s been a while, everyone.”
Tears of blood flow.
Liquid naturally flows downward, yet this defied such logic—flowing as it pleased, pooling and coalescing into the form of a single figure.
“Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo.”
“You’ve come. It has been far too long.”
“To reveal yourself in such a manner means…”
“Could it be that the Great Dharma has succeeded…!”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo had volunteered as the experimental subject for the Ten-Thousand Blood Divine Transformation Great Dharma, seeking to become an avatar of the Hyeol-sin.
Through endless time immersed in blood and resentment, absorbing all of it and refining it as her own to touch divinity—such was the true nature of the Ten-Thousand Blood Divine Transformation Great Dharma.
Failure meant being absorbed in turn, becoming nourishment for the Hyeol-sin.
Success meant transforming into a fragment of the Hyeol-sin and becoming its avatar.
“From now on, address me not as Bishop, but as Sect Leader.”
Within the Blood Sect, the title of Sect Leader belonged solely to the Hyeol-sin.
That Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo claimed the title of Sect Leader meant only one thing—the Great Dharma had succeeded.
“Congratulations on your ascension!”
“Blessings upon you, Sect Leader!”
Originally, Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo had been the youngest among the sect’s bishops, yet her faith in the Hyeol-sin was unmatched.
The Hyeol-sin, moved by such devotion, had even specially designated her as a handmaiden.
Now, at last, she had become an avatar of the Hyeol-sin and revealed herself.
A bishop who, after countless ages, had claimed the position of Sect Leader.
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s first command proved quite shocking.
“Enough discussion. Injoong Sinma, I intend to bestow upon him my martial techniques.”
The bishops’ eyes widened in shock.
During the Great Dharma, Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo must surely have received the highest teachings, those forbidden even to bishops.
Even a portion of such teachings would far surpass the doctrines granted to others.
“To hear you speak thus suggests that the Hyeol-sin, no—forgive me.”
“Yes, Cheol-hyeol Ma-geom. That is enough. The Sect Leader has become a fragment of the Hyeol-sin, so the Sect Leader’s will is the Hyeol-sin’s will.”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo smiled faintly.
“There is a child—the Baek Family Heir—whom I have sworn to kill in agony. I grant strength to Injoong Sinma so that I may keep my word. Let none of you object.”
Within the Blood Sect, the will of the Hyeol-sin was absolute.
Likewise, the commands of the Sect Leader must be absolute.
All the bishops bowed their heads and swore to obey the command.
‘In the meantime, he earned the epithet Gae-cheon-sin-eung. Baek Family Heir, I shall never forget my grudge against you.’
Injoong Sinma was the first trial Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo would send against the Baek Family Heir.

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“Brother! We’ve received word from the Blood Sect headquarters!”
“What is it?”
“These insane bastards actually sent over the most vile and sinister martial technique!”
“What? Truly?!”
“Just reading the first five or six characters of the incantation makes me want to retch!”
Dozens had been sacrificed in the ritualistic communication—their bodies now depleted.
Across the backs of dozens of corpses, a lengthy incantation had been inscribed.
‘Sim Sang-i…?’
Yang Hwi immediately discerned the traces emanating from the incantation.
This martial technique—it originated from Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo.
“Kya! Can fortune truly smile upon me so generously!”
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo. She who had made her own heart the vessel of absolute love and blind devotion toward the Hyeol-sin.
If this incantation contained the mysteries and enlightenment of the Jeol-ae Hyeol-ro, I could achieve my desires far more swiftly.
“Chu Dal, tell everyone to stay away from me for the next day!”
My gratitude, Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo.
Such a gift you’ve bestowed—hehehehe.
I immediately sealed myself within the cave.

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