Chapter 89 – Are You a Descendant of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor? (2)
Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.
The weight of that name is heavy.
Martial arts world.
For 100 years, his shadow loomed over the ce where swords shed.
A century.
After that long time, the martial arts world still couldn’t erase the trace of that man.
Many people say,
That the time of the martial arts world has stopped, however, even so, a century is a long period.
During that time, the martial arts world produced many renowned martial artists.
Even so, they could not erase his shadow.
The shadow of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.
The nature of martial arts changed before and after his appearance.
Orthodox sects.
Fast and magical. And fluid.
Speed and change.
In sects that valued softness, those who walked the path of tyranny began to emerge.
The Nine Sects and One Alliance.
And those known as the Five Great Families of the World.
They were the first to change.
Someone said,
“Everyone says, ‘If everyone walks the same path, gentleness will prevail.’”
But that was the talk of those who haven’t experienced it.
They saw the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.
A man who breaks everything on his own.
It started from then.
The event called the Bloodshed of Mount Hua—and the followers imitating him increased.
It didn’t happen in the Demonic Sect.
It first happened in the orthodox sects.
It was something that no one else could aplish.
But then, someone imed to be his descendant.
‘Did the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor have a woman?’
Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique naturally thought.
There didn’t seem to be such a person.
However, there was someone who came to mind.
The Heavenly Demon.
The Heavenly Demon recognized the talent of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor and brought him to the Demonic Sect.
Moreover, for some reason, she got engaged to him.
She was such a woman, so he must have been with the Heavenly Demon.
A baby?
It would be easy to give birth.
If she imed to have gone into seclusion, everyone would understand.
The Heavenly Demon was the god of the Demonic Sect.
The doctrine was that as a human, one attains the power equivalent to a god and saves them.
Therefore, they were ostracized by the imperial pce.
The orthodox sects pushed them away, and the unorthodox sects disliked them.
Thus, the Demonic Sect was surrounded by enemies.
In that case, an inevitable problem arises.
Han Seojin.
The fact that he is a descendant of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor was not the problem.
Rather, the orthodox sects might even wee him.
But the shadow of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor cast over the orthodox sects.
Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.
Rumor had it that a gray sh tore everything apart.
‘If he is a descendant.’
There was a very high probability that he had inherited that martial art.
However.
There was a prior problem.
The strongest sect standing alone, having made enemies of the orthodox sects, the unorthodox sects, and the imperial pce, yet survived.
The Demonic Sect.
If Han Seojin was truly a descendant of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.
‘He is also the son of the Heavenly Demon…!’
Sa Gonghwa screamed.
This was no ordinary event.
The descendant of the Heavenly Demon and the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.
The news of his appearance meant,
‘The martial world might soon be drenched in blood!’
It was an inevitable sequence.
The entire martial world would rush towards their grudge.
Countless blood would flow in the process.
It could lead to another war between the orthodox factions, unorthodox factions, and the Demonic Sect.
Normally, only the martial world would be swept into that war.
‘But this is a different world.’
Sa Gonghwa was educated as a scion of a prestigious family.
A war starting in the martial world might lead to a world war.
The power of the martial world was that formidable,
Their wealth was enough to build mountains,
Their millennium-old martial arts were worth that much.
There was a problem.
Peng Bosung, Seon Woohyeon, and herself.
‘Can they stand against that person?’
It was something a natural thought to consider.
It was such a secret. There was no way Han Seojin revealed this for no reason.
If they refuse, he might kill them.
Sa Gonghwa looked at Peng Bosung.
No matter how simple-minded he was, he seemed to realize it, too, sweating and looking at her.
[What are you going to do?]
Peng Bosung mouthed.
Transmission was useless. There’s no way it wouldn’t be heard by someone like him.
[Can you refuse this? Do you have the confidence to survive?]
[No.]
While they were talking, Han Seojin spoke.
“I intend to take you in as disciples.”
“…Dis, disciples, you say?”
“Yes.”
Han Seojin’s condition was unexpected.
Disciples. What on earth does he want?
She heard that in the Demonic Sect, there’s a method that bewitches people with mysterious powers. Is this one of those cases?
‘But does that person really need something like that?’
While Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique was deep in thought, Han Seojin spoke up.
“Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique. I will teach you that.”
At those words, Peng Bosung sprang to his feet.
“Please ept my bow. I offer you the nine kowtows.”
“Forget about that.”
There’s something more important than that.
“No, this is about mastering such a tremendous godly technique…”
“No, you can’t master the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique in the first ce.”
“…What?”
“I said I would ept you as a disciple, but you can’t master the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique that I use.”
“What?”
That was the gist of it.
Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.
It was a martial art that embodied the intention of breaking the sky.
And the Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra was the tool toplete the body necessary to master it.
“If everything had gone as nned, I was only going to teach Seon Woohyeon.”
“Are you talking about me?”
“Yes, but there weren’t enough test subjects.”
“Test subjects…”
Peng Bosung’s expression twisted momentarily but returned to normal.
“Ah, but you can’t use the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique that I use.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“That was made for someone truly chosen by the heavens. To master it, you need at least the highest level… In terms of this world’s realm, you need to be at the pinnacle.”
“In that case…”
“The problem doesn’t end there. You also need the Heavenly Martial Body that can draw in the mana of nature without any attribute.”
“Is that the minimum requirement?”
“To reach the pinnacle and master the Heavenly Martial Body, which is only spoken of in legends…”
Peng Bosung and Sa Gonghwa felt hopeless.
“The conditions are looser than I thought?”
However, it seemed that Seon Woohyeon thought differently.
“Well, that’s true.”
I agreed with that sentiment.
This world used a peculiar power called ‘traits.’
He could use apleted power freely from the beginning.
That was why I saw potential in Seon Woohyeon.
‘Well, if he can’t learn it, it’s unfortunate.’
That was about it.
Because the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique was not really important to me.
‘I can never teach the Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra.’
It was the foundation of my Manifestation of Thoughts and If others learned of this?
‘They might as well die.’
The Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra was like that.
At least an early existence at the early levels of transcendence would perish.
One must have the Heavenly Eyes to see the smallest units of mana.
The Heavenly Martial Body that can handle the mana of nature is needed.
Moreover, one must have reached transcendence and must not have learned any martial arts other than the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.
‘Is there anyone who meets such conditions?’
The Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra was something that cannot be mastered even with a miracle upon miracle.
But there was one problem.
To truly master the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, one must learn the martial art called the Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra.
‘That’s the problem.’
Therefore, the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique cannot originally be passed on to others.
Even those with a talent for imitation could not follow my steps.
‘But it’s not that there isn’t a way.’
If there wasn’t one, I could make it.
To put it bluntly.
Simplified Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.
That was the right way to put it.
“However, not now.”
“Excuse me?”
“You haven’t built your bodies yet.”
The Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique was a martial art premised on the Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra.
The Simplified Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique doesn’t require the Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra.
‘With such a feeble body, it can’t handle it.’
I looked at Peng Bosung and Sa Gonghwa.
They were martial artists from prestigious families.
From birth, they had undergone the purification ritual, made their bodies clean, received family support, and put in their efforts.
To the average person, their bodies would seem quite exceptional.
‘But they don’t meet my standards.’
To bring them to the level I desired, I had to train them in my methods.
Fortunately, Yoo Eunchae could apply my training methods to these guys.
‘For now, I’ll send them back.’
And in the meantime, I could raid another hideout.
Sa Gonghwa was in high spirits.
The descendant of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor, Han Seojin.
He offered to teach them a few techniques.
Up until now, from what I’ve observed, receiving a few lessons from such a master is an incredible stroke of luck.
Moreover, Han Seojin, the descendant of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor, had another title.
Head Professor of the Academy.
Currently, there were widespread rumors in all academies that he taught students ‘well.’
‘I heard that attending Head Professor Han Seojin’s ss is difficult even if you pay a fortune.’
He was teaching ten students—to be precise, nine students and one professor.
The ones he had already taught have all be incredibly strong.
However, there was a downside: his notorious reputation.
But there was an advantage that can offset that downside.
The strength that martial artists, magicians, and supernatural ability users all desire. They could obtain it.
“Is everyone looking forward to today?”
“Hehe, just thinking about being trained by Instructor Yoo Eunchae from today makes my biceps throb.”
Westerners were seen.
Why were they here?
No, looking closely, they were wearing different uniforms.
Pure white uniforms.
Uniforms symbolizing the Holy Empire.
‘They were here too.’
Tsk-.
Sa Gonghwa clicked her tongue quietly.
Even if she loses to others, she must not lose to them.
If she loses, it should be to others, not to them.
With such determination, she entered therge auditorium used for sses.
And.
She saw.
“Kyaaaak!! Why on earth are they making me hold this heavy piece of iron and then dropping me into the water… glug glug!!”
“Why are they tying me to a steel cross? Hmph, is this how Jesus felt… Wait a second. Why are they lighting a fire under the steel cross? My legs are burning!!!!!!!!!”
“Bury me in the ground to feel the earth’s energy?! What kind of nonsense is that?! This is just being buried alive… AHHH!”
A person was seen gurgling, hanging from a giant weight in the water.
A person was seen roasting in mes, hanging from an iron cross.
People were being buried alive in the ground.
“What is that?”
“The ss.”
She was orange.
A woman with orange hair, resembling the sunset sky, had her hair tied up and was wearing bizarre sunsses.
“Th-that’s not torture, but a ss?”
“Yes, it’s a ss.”
“I-I think I came to the wrong ce!”
“She’s running away! Catch her!”
“We can’t be the only ones to suffer!!”
… It was the middle of summer.