Chapter 360 – Ten Perfections

[TL Note- The Chapter title has nothing to do with Ten Perfections Sect. It refers to Ten Paramitas, are a set of virtues in Buddhism that, when developed, are believed to lead to enlightenment. These perfections are generosity, morality, renunciation, wisdom, diligence, patience, truthfulness, determination, loving-kindness, and equanimity. ]

The Qi-infused Sword Technique came first.

The Luminous Wheel that Transcends Law Energy burrowed into the sword’s interior, forming a straight axis.

A technique to fill the sword with energy to prevent it from breaking easily. Though he was already using it, he made the true energy even more dense.

He had momentarily extended the lifespan of the Flowing Star Sword, which was already developing internal cracks.

Jeong Yeon-shin went further.

In that brief moment, he infused the Luminous Wheel Energy once more, filling both sides of the blade. With the Sword Energy Filling Technique’s true energy forming the axis, two streams of rippling energy flowed on either side of the blade.

Two long strands of true energy followed some kind of incantation, surging violently on both sides of the sword’s surface, and that vibration created a tremendous resonance even in the instant that divided a single moment into countless fragments.

Woong—!

A secret technique he had stopped using because the heat of the upper dantian had a fatal effect on the Baihui acupoint when activated.

[TL Note- Sword Song is back?]

‘Spread widely.’

At this moment, Wind Lord Li Shi-ming’s kick was grazing his collarbone, leaving a hot laceration, but Jeong Yeon-shin silently continued to whip the energy streams within the Flowing Star Sword. While holding the sword diagonally downward.

Time flowed differently.

His mind slowly perceived all directions, and his innate control over internal energy, due to Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, accelerated the flow of the Ability Luminous Wheel Energy to the extreme.

Finally, it activated.

A secret technique reaching completion in this moment was being born.

“…?”

The first to detect the anomaly was Ghost Cry Hegemon King Peng Yu-lan, who had been lifting the edge of Cheon So-so’s veil with her long fingers.

She, who had been absorbed in the magnificent view beyond the cliff and Cheon So-so’s beauty, slightly tilted her slender chin to the side.

Peng Yu-lan’s brief nod moved in a time axis faster than the full-power kick of Wind Lord.

‘I was going to take him as a concubine.’

Her fingertips slowly brushed against the reddish veil and came down.

Before Cheon So-so, whose face was covered with a semi-transparent cloth, could even flinch her shoulders, Peng Yu-lan glanced at Jeong Yeon-shin, who had nearly given his neck to Li Shi-ming’s kick.

A Desolate Fortress Black-rank youngster she had never seen before.

A young man with exceptionally outstanding features whom she had privately intended to make her concubine.

The reason she hadn’t cared whether the old monsters she had subjugated lived or died at his hands was precisely this.

Just as with the preferences of the Golden Wing Sect Leader, the only person who had ever defeated her, what mattered to Ghost Cry Hegemon King was not faces wrinkled with age, but beautiful men and women who cleansed the eyes.

If their martial arts were also powerful, that was all the better.

The extraordinarily handsome young man now spreading whitish waves with his sword while his black robe fluttered was worth more than a hundred old monsters.

Had there been no rain dragon’s formation, he might have been more precious to her than Cheon So-so.

In this moment of time when a strange technique was being activated from Jeong Yeon-shin.

‘What technique is this?’

Peng Yu-lan considered whether she should momentarily abandon the soft, addictive sensation she felt from the Immortal Tree Spirit Squad Leader’s shoulder.

She had only removed her hand from the veil while lightly touching Cheon So-so’s neck below it.

Jeong Yeon-shin had killed thirty-five old masters of the Secret Realm Peng Family.

That was acceptable.

This land was a peach blossom paradise for former-generation masters. That level of force could be replenished easily.

But no more. If the Secret Realm Peng Family suffered severe damage and its foundation was shaken, Ghost Cry Hegemon King’s authority would be cracked.

Peng Yu-lan had long enjoyed her position as the order of this land.

Her Five Tiger Severed Gate Blade was an extremely practical divine skill, but it was also a righteous path martial art of the Eight Great Clans where pure energy was prioritized.

To build martial arts that could someday overwhelm the Golden Gate Wing Leader’s Dragon-slaying Heaven Overturning Form, she first needed to maintain a calm mind, and Peng Yu-lan, who had been destined from birth to be the ruler of North China’s greatest clan, couldn’t maintain clear stillness without power and pleasure.

Her status was created from indulgence in all desires.

Even the transcendent realm that now stretched time like taffy and divided it into countless fragments was the same.

Saaaa—

Even a Desolate Fortress Black-rank youngster with rare beauty in the world was merely a stepping stone to martial extremity.

There was no reason to wait quietly for him to complete that strange technique.

‘Five Tiger Blade. Severed Gate Suffering.’

She raised her right hand, which had calluses like elegant carvings, and briefly recited the key points of the Five Tiger Severed Gate Blade.

She wasn’t particularly skilled in formless sword techniques.

But for a peerless master like the former Peng family head, just mentally visualizing the martial art she had cultivated throughout her life could raise a blade of energy waves as solid as a physical weapon.

A technique that would lead to instant death without being able to withstand any strike in the world of extreme speed that even most rejuvenated masters couldn’t enter.

The energy wave that rose whitish like a ray of light from her palm formed a long outline like a great blade.

The blade energy of the Five Tiger Severed Gate Blade.

With just a small gesture, it would pass by Wind Lord’s neck and pierce through the youngster’s solar plexus. But Peng Yu-lan briefly adjusted the energy wave, imbuing it with the subtlety of internal weight technique.

Seeing the youngster’s dazzling physique, he would likely offset ordinary strikes with energy-infused muscles, so rather than ruining that smooth skin with a clumsy offensive technique, it was better to tear up his insides and preserve him.

‘Farewell.’

She executed a world-class swift blade with bare hands.

She slightly flicked her wrist toward Jeong Yeon-shin, who seemed to be standing motionless in the distance. It was a gesture tinged with slight regret.

Swoosh—

At that moment, suddenly.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s pupils moved toward her fingertips.

Slowly, but clearly, his gaze was following the swift blade that Ghost Cry Hegemon King had cultivated throughout her life with the Golden Wing Sect Leader as her goal.

The sight of his pupils, now tinged with a sky-blue radiance, moving slowly.

It approached with a shock she had never imagined before.

“…!”

As Peng Yu-lan’s eyelashes slowly rose.

—Thank you.

Jeong Yeon-shin moved his lips.

—So there was such a flow.

The combat sense of the Radiant Demon Wing Leader, who had fought countless fierce battles on the front lines, had reached some kind of realm.

Suddenly, following the sensation of some gaze tickling his body, he changed the arrangement of true energy in his upper dantian into a fan shape, and with the spirituality raised through the Fan Dragon Treading Lotus Technique, he had connected Ghost Cry Hegemon King and his crown.

It was like making eye contact with someone who had been spying on him from an invisible place.

The Flowing Star Sword technique of the Murong family head he had experienced earlier had dominated space with sword energy, while the former Peng family head’s Five Tiger Severed Gate Blade contained the subtlety of extremely stretching the acute time perception characteristic of masters… Severed Gate. It literally meant cutting off and eliminating doors. It seemed to mean breaking through the limits of cognitive ability.

‘It seems she can’t maintain it for more than a few breaths.’

The purple martial world is this astonishing. If he hadn’t paid attention to subtle sensations, he would have been killed without anyone knowing.

But Jeong Yeon-shin’s martial arts were also developing all-around capabilities that could face divine skills and secret techniques he was encountering for the first time.

‘Rise.’

The moment he mentally commanded the Flowing Star Sword, a tidal wave surged from within the blade. The flow speed of true energy was much faster than before.

Guuuwoong—!

It was a mystical resonance. A vibration like a newborn immature dragon crying. The moan of an immature dragon hatching from an egg in an invisible sea of blades instantly transformed into a dragon’s growl.

Whoof—

Simultaneously, the flow of time that had been slowly brushing against his skin returned to normal. The wind scratched his skin strongly.

A kwang— resonance brushed past the ear of Jeong Yeon-shin, who had already tilted his head to the side. It was Ghost Cry Hegemon King’s strike.

Meanwhile, the figure of Wind Lord Li Shi-ming, who had been extending his foot in front of him, suddenly tilted backward.

It would be more accurate to say he was pushed back. The right foot that had been rushing toward Jeong Yeon-shin fell away, merely grazing his clothes.

“What…!”

A single exclamation. He couldn’t launch his next technique.

This was because the whitish waves that had been rising from the Flowing Star Sword’s blade spread in all directions like a storm surge.

Sword Song.

While the terrified Wind Lord raised his internal energy to the extreme and wrapped his entire body in multiple layers of faint energy garments, the waves of rhythm manifested in the state of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown touched the bodies of the old masters who had been closing in behind Jeong Yeon-shin.

Immediately, all their movements ceased.

“Huk…?!”

“Back…!”

Masters who had repeatedly trained as the main force of the Secret Realm Peng Family.

They intuitively comprehended the existence and power of the technique that had struck their skin, but all they were allowed was to feel the sensation of being unable to resist deep within their bodies.

Doubt, shock, panic.

In that brief moment, their eyes lost focus as if they had encountered a natural disaster.

The form of a semi-transparent shockwave engulfed the entire bodies of the old monsters and undulated massively.

The faint tidal wave spreading outward for dozens of zhang with Jeong Yeon-shin at its center seemed slow due to its scale, but in reality, it was just a moment as it occupied all directions with a tremendous speed, even bursting the yellowish soil.

Kwaaaaaaang—!

An explosion that roughly raced in a hemisphere, overturning the ground.

All the old masters of the Secret Realm Peng Family were swept up in it.

Many collapsed, spurting blood from their eyes, nose, and mouth, and the massive internal energy within their bodies only briefly revealed dense presences before disappearing.

There were no leisurely figures enjoying the banquet on the eve of the wedding.

After the overwhelming roar had swept over the old masters, the only figure still standing in place was Wind Lord Li Shi-ming.

But even he couldn’t hide the stream of blood flowing from his ear. He appeared to have suffered a major impact to his head.

The rest were sprawled with bloodstained eyeballs and reddened lips.

The number of corpses reached over a hundred.

Instant death.

The former-generation elders of the Secret Realm Peng Family had been annihilated. The backwind that had blown from the rebound of the Sword Song swept up the clothes of the corpses as it passed.

It was an eerie wind.

It would be hard to call it meaningless.

Jeong Yeon-shin thought: Having died to a martial art that had never appeared in the world before, isn’t it better than the countless cases of Desolate Fortress martial artists dying away from home on remote mountains?

“You went to unnecessary trouble.”

He said.

“They would have died soon anyway.”

“……”

Wind Lord remained silent with an astonished expression.

Anyone would have been the same.

Amid the occasional thudding sounds of dirt piles and rock fragments rolling.

Jeong Yeon-shin stared at the Flowing Star Sword, which had now disappeared leaving only the handle, then silently threw the sword hilt behind him.

At the thud sound, spectators in the distance flinched.

The young man paid no attention and thought.

‘This isn’t a martial art that can be used casually.’

Though it had cracks, it was the beloved sword of the Murong family head.

It was certainly as solid as any precious sword, but it couldn’t withstand even a single strike and shattered despite having Jeong Yeon-shin’s Sword Energy Filling Technique applied.

This meant that the Sword Song itself greatly consumed the sword’s lifespan.

Yet using just any weapon wouldn’t exert sufficient power. It was a limitation that wasn’t a limitation.

But the single strike just now indicated something of great significance.

‘My Baihui acupoint is fine.’

The damn acupoint at the crown hadn’t opened. He hadn’t even felt a major burden while executing the Sword Song.

Everything pointed to one thing.

Complete unity of essence, energy, and spirit.

His body’s level had caught up with the spirit of the upper dantian and the Luminous Wheel that Transcends Law Energy. It meant his physical body could fully handle his innate senses.

Jeong Yeon-shin stared at Ghost Cry Hegemon King and Cheon So-so beyond Wind Lord’s shoulder.

Ghost Cry Hegemon King Peng Yu-lan had already turned her body completely toward Jeong Yeon-shin with an expressionless face, and Cheon So-so, after feeling the undisguised Luminous Wheel Energy, had her eyes wide open.

“You…”

“Quiet.”

Peng Yu-lan reached back to stop Cheon So-so’s words. Then she nodded toward Jeong Yeon-shin, with cold sunlight forming on her slender jawline.

“You’ve finally avenged the Obeying Heaven Wing Leader. Can you handle the aftermath?”

“…Avenge?”

Jeong Yeon-shin quietly asked in return. While feeling an ominous sensation as if Ghost Cry Hegemon King’s malice was brushing the back of his head.

“I see you didn’t know.”

Peng Yu-lan’s lips formed an arc.

“That Ha Do-woon youngster died by my hand long ago. He came to confront me about using iron clan slaves, and dared to draw his sword.”

“……”

“He resisted quite well. Unlike the servants from my family who have just fled for their lives from your strange technique.”

She disparaged the old masters who had been her subordinates without hesitation. Perhaps she thought this would shake Jeong Yeon-shin’s composure.

Only then did the silence in the vicinity break.

“What’s happening now…”

“Is that even a human technique…?”

Just as spectators who had gathered to watch the wedding ceremony were whispering, Peng Yu-lan’s figure suddenly became blurred in place.

Whoosh!

A sound of tearing through the void erupted behind Jeong Yeon-shin’s back.

Before he could even blink, Ghost Cry Hegemon King’s presence, which had taken position behind Jeong Yeon-shin, blazed eerily like karmic fire rising from the netherworld.

Five Tiger Severed Gate Blade, Tiger Immortal Manifestation… She was now bringing down a great blade she had somehow acquired with both hands.

The red sleeve hem signifying her status as the groom in the wedding ceremony fluttered upward.

Chwaaaak—!

Energy waves tearing through the atmosphere along a massive trajectory. A truly terrifying weight pressed down on all directions.

Within this, Jeong Yeon-shin naturally turned his body backward.

Nothing could block his movement.

The muscles subtly writhing throughout his body squeezed out the power of foot energy, and such Wind Body Technique wind freely fluttered Jeong Yeon-shin’s robe hem even within Ghost Cry Hegemon King’s blade wind.

Simultaneously, the moment his blue-blazing pupils, due to the Lowly Revelation Technique, met Ghost Cry Hegemon King’s gaze.

“…!”

She pulled her blade back toward herself and leaped back greatly. It was a highly refined retreat technique. She created a distance of ten steps as if using teleportation.

Immediately after, a wild laughter erupted from a distant ridge.

Huhuhu—!

“The Secret Realm Peng Family, which strutted around saying the formation was too narrow, has been annihilated, and the world’s hegemon is retreating! Shouldn’t I have a conversation with the Immortal Tree Spirit Squad Leader instead of leaving it to you?”

A noticeably large rock.

An old man wearing a tattered straw mat was lying sideways.

With one arm propping up his head and scratching his belly, he looked like a natural beggar, but his gaze sweeping below was chillingly gloomy.

Ghost Lord Man Hou-gai.

He was said to have stolen the secrets of the Dog Beating Technique and Drunken Eight Immortals Step as a disciple of Beggar Sect Leader Ju Gwang-sin-gae before running away.

“That beggar always babbles from a distance.”

Above the heads of Ghost Cry Hegemon King and Jeong Yeon-shin.

“Desolate Fortress youngster, that was quite an impressive secret technique.”

A handsome young man with a hearty appearance said while crouching on a tree branch.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes slightly widened as he glanced at him. It was because he momentarily thought he was seeing Lazy Flame Dragon.

The dignified yet direct energy was familiar. It was the Elegant Algae Divine King Martial Art of the Hwangbo family.

Divine Hand Hegemon King Hwangbo Gon.

He was said to be the former Hwangbo family head. The grandfather of Lazy Flame Dragon, the Hwangbo family’s concubine-born son, was there. With a very crooked atmosphere.

There were more unfamiliar figures.

Below the tree branch where Hwangbo Gon was sitting.

An old Taoist wearing a Taoist hat moved his lips as if talking to himself.

“The final catastrophe has finally arrived…”

Archaic speech and conduct.

He had deep eyes. His fluttering Taoist robe hem appeared like immortal clothing due to his void treading.

He was at the level of regularly using the Cloud Dragon Great Eight Forms of the extinct Kunlun Sect.

“Shadow Lord!”

“Even the Shadow Lord…!”

Exclamations spread from various parts of the mountainside.

The absolute rulers of this land.

The Two Kings and Three Lords surrounding the area at different heights stared at Jeong Yeon-shin.

Various emotions—hostility, interest, indifference, wariness—were nakedly revealed in their respective gazes.

The weight of their gazes was tremendous.

Any being in this place would have been enough to make one kneel. Many of the spectators who had come to watch the wedding ceremony began to descend the mountain all at once.

“I wonder what will happen to this land.”

“I wondered if there was such a junior in the outside martial world, but to think all the Two Kings and Three Lords would gather here…”

It was a flow close to upheaval.

Amidst this, Jeong Yeon-shin was staring intently at Ghost Cry Hegemon King.

The one who had said she killed Obeying Heaven Wing Leader Ha Do-woon. He showed no interest in the figures called the Two Kings or Three Lords.

He simply extended his hand forward.

Whether Ghost Cry Hegemon King, who was blocking his view, narrowed her eyes and emitted incredibly dense energy waves, or how the Two Kings and Three Lords looking down at him reacted.

[Lightning— Genius—!]

It was a thick voice. A familiar sound.

From a distance, the presence of Forest-Treading Squad Leader Xiahou Wei-jin was felt. Something long was held in his large hand.

Supplies had arrived.

Jeong Yeon-shin instinctively overlaid a mental fan onto it.

He felt a premonition that he absolutely had to do this.

He mentally commanded: Come here.

Buaaang—!

A tremendous sound of tearing through the void approached in an instant. It was literally just a moment. With a puhwak— sound, a bluish light pierced through the exact center of Ghost Cry Hegemon King’s abdomen.

The blood that exploded as if scattering in that instant couldn’t even touch the edge of the ray of light.

“Cough…?!”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had only slightly twisted his waist, instantly grabbed the sword hilt.

Tak—

It was surprisingly light.

The sensation wrapping around his hand was warm. The Luminous Wheel Energy throughout his body vibrated violently as if it had met its soulmate, emitting hot heat.

The perfect balance, as if the arm muscles had become one with it, was impressive. His elevated mind instantly heated his internal energy to the extreme.

Unity of body and sword.

Woong!

The large golden “Desolate” character that had been painted on his shoulder melted and filled in a circle around the character. The squad leader’s robe woven with heavenly silkworm thread was intact.

He felt his hair flowing long behind his back.

Saaaa—

The dandelion seeds rolling around absorbed fragments of the Luminous Wheel Energy one by one, then began to flutter like white flower petals.