Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 416

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 416
“Hehehehe, what a windfall this is.”
I had requested the Blood Sect’s highest secret transmission, but truthfully, I hadn’t expected them to grant it.
It was like walking up to the Namgung Family out of nowhere and asking them to teach me the Emperor’s Sword technique—there’s no way they’d hand it over.
‘Yet they actually sent it. And perfectly tailored to Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s at that.’
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo, who had sculpted her heart toward Hyeol-sin alone into her inner landscape.
The reason her martial arts held even greater value was simple.
Direction.
‘I can approach it more easily and make contact.’
I crossed my legs and sat in meditation. My consciousness sank inward, and I perceived a single cloud cradling black and white pearls.
‘The dual-origin hondan.’
I concentrated my awareness on the hondan itself.
My field of perception darkened instantly like pitch black, and before I knew it, my consciousness existed within the hondan’s interior.
‘An aggregate of spiritual energy. The axis that binds it… the Won-yeong-sin of Cheonma.’
The Cheonma’s honeum was refined and sculpted by Il-wol-myeon, who had been my very own Won-yeong-sin, then forcibly implanted within me.
What this meant was simple.
‘If I can find the path and obtain the tool to walk it, I can reach the path’s end.’
Truths I discovered while dissecting the Blood Sect’s martial technique.
The connection of spirit that links the Sim Ma of faith and forcibly elevates martial prowess.
‘Connected, it invades.’
The board was woven with Hunan as its stage. To shake the board’s position, I needed even greater power.
Yet now that I had ascended to the Hwagyeong realm, I could not choose the normal path.
The Hwagyeong was the supreme realm where one must dedicate decades to climb a single step.
‘But the Blood Sect forcibly elevates martial prowess simply by drawing blood energy from blood and vitality.’
The Hyeol-ma-gong is the heretical technique that directly violates the principles and common sense of martial arts.
That’s why I had been so curious about this aspect.
How was this even possible?
No matter how heretical the means, the method itself must have fixed parameters.
If I could uncover that… couldn’t I apply it somehow?
‘Hyeol-hyeol-dan-sim, ae-ro-ae-rak…’
Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo’s martial arts. The principle she had received from Hyeol-sin and sculpted through her own inner landscape.
I investigated and investigated further.
I excavated and fragmented, seeking to obtain what I desired.
Selfless absorption.
The hondan began to flow.
‘I can do this. A connection already exists within me.’
The hondan originated from the Won-yeong-sin Il-wol-myeon.
It was the Cheonma who had reached out through Seon in the Western Chamber.
Having sculpted and implanted a Won-yeong-sin itself, there’s no way a connection doesn’t exist.
Surely, it exists.
‘Just as the Cheonma spoke to me on his own whim, this time I’ll reach out on mine. Secretly, without him noticing.’
If he discovers me, he might devour me on the spot.
If I lose control, I’ll scatter as fragments of that vast primordial force.
If you can’t restrain yourself, you’ll be scattered and absorbed into a vast source.
‘Ah!’
I understood. I grasped it.
Why the Hyeol-ma-gong merely by obtaining blood and vitality increased blood qi and elevated martial prowess.
‘It wasn’t strengthening myself through blood and vitality.’
The spiritual connection that forms upon learning the Hyeol-ma-gong.
The source and common thread of all Hyeol-ma-gong.
‘Blood and vitality were offerings. Through the connection, it grants blood qi and higher martial principles in return.’
In other words, tribute and bestowal.
In a sense, it could be called a transaction.
Then.
‘I won’t transact.’
Instead.
I’ll steal it secretly!
‘The Hondan is responding.’
As expected, a thread I hadn’t recognized was touching—one whose nature I couldn’t yet fathom.
‘Karma and reciprocal attack. That must be it.’
The word karma originates from Buddhist teachings.
Affinity, another Buddhist principle, also signifies a thread.
‘Now then, let me steal a glimpse.’
I touched it. Where exactly, I cannot fathom at my current level.
But one thing is certain—I touched it.
So I can steal from it.
‘Jeol-ae blood path… blood path….’
I obtained the martial arts of Hyeol-hyeol-nyeo.
I gained a tool to steal.
As the state of no-self continued… I delved deeper.
So deep that my entire body became submerged.
Suddenly, I regained awareness.
‘Ah… the Hondan….’
Within me, spiritual qi and soul qi achieved perfect harmony centered on the transformative qi.
Yet it was a misconception.
‘The soul qi of the Hondan I perceived was merely an infinitesimal fraction.’
After all, the true essence of the Hondan is the Won-yeong-sin of the Cheonma itself.
The harmony between Hondan and Seondan was possible only because most of the soul qi had hardened and solidified.
‘As I steal something away, the Hondan is unraveling.’
-Kiiiiiieeeeee!
The Heuk-baek-sin-jo cries out.
Precisely half. Black wings and white wings.
The number of black wings begins to increase gradually.
The result of successfully making contact and stealing something.
Growth was accelerating beyond the original intention.
-Kiiiiiiiiiii!
The Heuk-baek-sin-jo grows progressively darker.
Balance has shattered.
If this continued, the Heuk-baek-sin-jo would become the Heuk-ik-sin-jo.
But….
‘I can endure this. Precarious as it is… I’m still fine.’
I closed my eyes once more and submerged my consciousness.
Until the moment of collapse, I must walk the tightrope, crossing the line again and again.
If I were to give up out of fear, I should never have attempted this acrobatic feat in the first place.

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Already a month had passed.
Yang Hwi was juggling three tasks simultaneously.
Each early morning, he led the Hyeol-ma-dae to sweep through the heretical sects in the surrounding regions.
Upon returning, he spent time researching and discussing with Seolha, conducting martial arts training.
In the remaining scraps of time, instead of catching brief naps, he meditated alone and schemed toward something.
‘I need to ascend to the Hwagyeong realm as soon as possible….’
To Seolha’s eyes, Yang Hwi carried far too heavy a burden.
Always light and free-spirited, her brother seemed capable of shouldering more weight than anyone else precisely because of that nature.
“Seolha, I’m fine, so don’t feel pressured. Everything will go according to my plan anyway.”
Yang Hwi had certainly declared he would elevate Seolha to the Hwagyeong realm within a month.
The reason he moved without sleeping a wink was surely to keep that promise.
Among the Yu Cheon-sinpung, the Twin Wind had awakened.
‘My brother intends to grow even stronger himself and forcibly pull me up. Just as… the martial arts of the Blood Sect do.’
But.
Seolha did not wish to ascend to the Hwagyeong realm in such a manner.
Even if she received help, she wanted the legs climbing the stairs to be her own.
To play together in the sky, shouldn’t she be the wind that blows from within herself?
‘The Hwagyeong realm is what defines me to the world.’
What world do I desire?
What world can I call myself?
‘Wind. I want to be merely wind. But… I still don’t know.’
Yang Hwi did not know, but Seolha too had not slept a single moment over the past month.
Minimizing sustenance, she remained immersed in meditation all day, contemplating her own heart.
‘Yu Cheon-sinpung. I want to ascend to the sky with my brother and play together. Joyfully, eternally.’
Is that not enough? Can I not define this heart of mine as a world unto itself?
What is lacking?
‘My Master ascended to the Awakening Realm and obtained the Sound of Breaking Heaven.’
Not Breaking Heaven, but Wave Heaven.
My Master pursued the supreme and exquisite realm of sound so beautiful that even the heavens trembled with emotion.
Thus, she defined herself as the Sacred Sound, and in doing so, became one of the Cheonmu-sip-jon.
Sacred Sound—this was both the martial principle pursued by the Single Transmission Sect, the Seongin Jade Spirit School, and the foundation of enlightenment itself.
‘But I….’
I too loved sound.
Whenever I beheld beautiful scenery, melodies would naturally arise within me.
Yet my deepest aspiration was not the Sacred Sound.
Therefore, I must abandon the sect’s martial foundation and forge my own world alone.
A thought suddenly came to me.
‘To manifest the inner microcosm outward. My brother ascended to the Awakening Realm and obtained the Heart Sword.’
He became able to draw forth the sword of his heart and wield it externally.
Dozens, hundreds of blades gathering like feathers, forming wings.
‘If that is my brother’s world….’
Though not quite reaching Yang Hwi’s level, I too possessed martial talent so exceptional that even the Cheonmu-sip-jon took me as a disciple.
Talent of such brilliance that in another era, I would have easily become the greatest under heaven.
My consciousness continued onward.
‘What power must Jegal Seol-ha in the Awakening Realm obtain and wield?’
It was reversed. The sequence was inverted.
I found it difficult to forge myself into a singular world.
Instead, I knew clearly in what manner I wished to become strength for another.
‘Even if I am not beside them, I wish to always be together.’
No constraint matters.
I wish to overcome all obstacles and lift their wings skyward.
I wish to become such a desire.
Therefore.
Wind’s Wish.
“Ah. Ahhhhh.”
My body rose into the void.
Was it because I had manifested Void Grasping?
No.
It was because I wished for the wind.
‘Wind. That is my self.’
Enlightenment arrived. A new understanding, beginning from the inverted sequence, commenced shaping a world.
Humanity.
The human between heaven and earth began to transform into heaven and earth itself.
The wind eternally desires to be together with someone.
Seolha’s world was Feng Yuan—the Wind’s Desire.

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Yang Hwi received word through the spiritual connection with Won-woo, who had flown to him, and immediately rushed to the dwelling where Seolha resided.
Or rather, he could have known instantly even without Won-woo’s relay.
“Seolha! You’ve ascended to the Flower Realm!”
He didn’t ask if she had ascended—he already knew with absolute certainty, faster and clearer than anyone else could.
“Brother! Ahahaha! Ahahaha!”
Seolha’s face bloomed with laughter.
An indescribable happiness suffused her entire being.
“Feng Yuan! It is the wind I desired!”
What did she desire?
There was no need to ask—he understood.
The function of Feng Yuan was the constant application of Yu Cheon-sinpung.
Seolha had become the ascending wind that transcended time and space, lifting Yang Hwi’s wings ever higher.
“Seolha… thank you. I truly thank you.”
Suddenly, Seolha’s expression turned mischievous.
“Is that all you have to say? You should know by now, shouldn’t you? If you claim ignorance, that would merely be pretense, wouldn’t it?”
“That is…”
He could not possibly be ignorant.
Seolha’s heart.
The connection of Yu Cheon-sinpung, now even more solidified as she ascended to the Flower Realm.
And beyond that, Feng Yuan itself.
To claim ignorance would be the height of foolishness.
So now was the time to answer…
“How curious.”
Yang Hwi and Seolha’s expressions changed drastically.
A figure slowly revealed himself.
“The Injoong Sinma of the Mado path, standing alongside a woman of the Seon path. How am I to make sense of this?”
A middle-aged man bearing three deep scars across his face.
There was no need to ask who he was.
Beyond the distinctive marks, the aura he radiated proved his identity.
“Hyeol Sa-ryeon.”
“Let me see your strength first.”
True to form for a heretical dog, Hyeol Sa-ryeon threw a punch without hesitation.
A strike imbued with enough force and intent to level a small mountain in a single blow.

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