Chapter 112
Chapter 112 – Divine Technique (6)
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The mission destination was Sichuan’s murim. They had to consider the Tang Clan.
Naturally, the Return Wing Corps brought various antidotes with the Administration’s support.
However, poison techniques were martial arts that could introduce unpredictable variables.
Even though they faced only a few Tang Clan experts, they needed to prevent any possible reduction in fighting power.
This meant avoiding conflict unless definite information emerged.
‘With Myriad Heavens Flower Rain, we might gain cooperation.’
Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t withdraw the energy he had gathered in his hand.
The two experts of the Return Wing Corps reacted quickly.
Lazy Flame Dragon stroked his chin, staring blankly at the stone fragments whirling in Jeong Yeon-shin’s palm.
“The key to Myriad Heavens Flower Rain?”
He muttered,
“You’re saying you created verses just from hearing the form of the techniques?”
Namgung Hwa-shin, who had remained silent until now, also spoke.
Though still trapped in his rut, he was still undeniably a martial artist born with extraordinary talent.
His attitude while discussing martial art verses mirrored that of the White Qilin he was previously.
“How do you use qi like that? It’s not even Void Sky Gathering Objects.”
“If one’s internal energy control is deep enough, they could truly unleash a storm of hidden weapons. Though controlling qi on that scale would belong to another realm entirely.”
These two martial talents—one from Shandong and the other from South Zhili—showed great interest.
“Never heard of such a thing. All this talk about master this, master that.”
Lazy Flame Dragon remarked with an intrigued expression. Jeong Yeon-shin ignored him.
“Tang Clan. Though this won’t match your family’s technique exactly, wouldn’t it still be worth referencing?”
The boy said briefly, directing his gaze toward the Dragon Phoenix Twin Poisons siblings.
“…”
The young talents, with their boy-and-girl appearances, bore traces of Dwarf Clan blood.
Dragon’s mouth opened slightly, while Phoenix’s eyelashes trembled.
As they stared at the stone fragments whirling above the boy’s hand, the arrogance that claimed the world was easy vanished from their faces.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
But that moment also revealed the siblings’ true talent.
If they hadn’t felt anything, they would have dismissed Jeong Yeon-shin with their usual haughty expressions, brimming with self-confidence.
They couldn’t ignore it.
The finely fluctuating qi energy, the whirling fragments, the detailed qi control hidden in the display—everything commanded their attention.
Jeong Yeon-shin spoke again.
“It’s literally just imitating the basic level. Even within Myriad Heavens Flower Rain, the variations and usage methods must branch into dozens of paths.”
That was accurate. But this wasn’t an ordinary imitation—it was a sight that could undeniably be seen as a precursor to Myriad Heavens Flower Rain.
The move closely resembled the entry form passed down through secret manuals and oral tradition.
Dragon, increasingly astonished, opened his mouth wider.
Phoenix brushed her hair back near her ears, her snow-white hand trembling slightly.
They both recognized the value of the demonstration.
‘How is this even possible…’
Phoenix alternated her gaze between Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand and face. Her pitch-black eyes moved up and down.
Creating verses after merely hearing a martial art’s form? That already entered the realm of great masters.
And this wasn’t just any martial art—he was constructing the framework of a divine technique here and now. Though the murim was filled with extraordinary people, this level of insight wasn’t something humans could easily achieve.
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For the first time, the siblings experienced an unwelcome humility.
They had gained fame as talents of a thousand ages in Sichuan’s murim, but this moment was a bitter pill to swallow.
“Not just you but Desolate Fortress as a whole, trying to deduce the Tang Clan’s…”
Dragon’s trembling voice was cut short when Phoenix struck the back of his head.
“Get a grip! Are you stupid? If it could be done with just a large number of people, wouldn’t our main family be a bunch of idiots? Don’t make trouble and keep your mouth shut!”
She whispered harshly, gripping her twin brother’s ear as if she intended to tear it off.
After glancing at Jeong Yeon-shin’s calm eyes, she quickly folded her hands politely.
“We’ve shown an unseemly appearance since our first meeting. You said you wanted information about our father?”
At Phoenix’s words, Jeong Yeon-shin nodded.
“Tell me everything—his favored martial techniques, places he might stay in Sichuan, and any murim connections he has formed. If the departed Tang Clan Leader is innocent as you claim, these shouldn’t be difficult to share.”
That wasn’t entirely true. These were precisely the elements assassins needed to investigate before carrying out a kill.
But Jeong Yeon-shin had no qualms about maintaining a brazen facade. Radiant Demon Wing’s whereabouts depended on this lead.
He could afford to be shameless.
It wasn’t just Namgung Hwa-shin who had changed. The more Jeong Yeon-shin experienced the murim, the more he transformed into a martial artist.
If he died without obtaining or accepting the World Tree’s fruit, he at least wanted to leave his martial arts and precious ones intact.
“That…”
Phoenix hesitated, her voice low.
More accurately, she couldn’t speak. After all, Phoenix and Dragon were Tang Clan warriors.
Teaching the basics of Myriad Heavens Flower Rain was unthinkable.
A technique symbolizing a prestigious martial family wasn’t something that could be measured in value—not even with ten thousand gold.
This was especially true for a peerless secret technique renowned across the Central Plains.
“You want us to… sell out father…”
Dragon’s eyes burned with twin flames before he quickly lowered them.
Phoenix didn’t even need to pull his sleeve—he understood the weight of the request.
The value of Myriad Heavens Flower Rain was too great to sustain a hostile attitude.
“We should be honored to serve.”
Phoenix cast a pathetic glance at her twin brother before turning to Jeong Yeon-shin.
“I’m ashamed of mentioning talent earlier.”
“Will you accept the proposal?”
Jeong Yeon-shin asked firmly.
Phoenix took a single step forward.
Step.
“Li-li of the Tang family.”
Phoenix Tang Li-li bowed gracefully, her fingers folded together like a roof.
“I pay respects to the benefactor.”
She moved her lips, the sleeve of her green garment flowing down slightly, blending with her black hair.
It looked soft, like no ordinary material.
Though small in stature, her conduct was refined.
She also wasn’t using a typical murim greeting.
The clasped-hands bow was a rare courtesy in the Central Plains of the Ming dynasty. Tang Li-li’s cupped-hands salute was a tradition passed down among civilians—a gesture of humility and respect.
“Benefactor? This is an exchange. Don’t leave any grace. Make a trade equivalent to the items.”
Jeong Yeon-shin said. The suspicions about the Tang family were still unresolved.
He couldn’t form ties under the pretext of teaching martial techniques.
It was already burdensome enough that Desolate Fortress’ colleagues served him as master.
But Phoenix Tang Li-li shook her head.
“Our main family has nothing worthy of Myriad Heavens Flower Rain. You will receive much, benefactor.”
“Not interested. So, do you accept the trade?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you anything.”
She would sell information about her father in exchange for instruction. The saying that the Sichuan Tang Clan was ruthless wasn’t wrong.
For Jeong Yeon-shin, it was favorable. The technique he had created on the spot had resolved
the Tang Clan Dragon Phoenix Twin Poisons’ conflict.
Lazy Flame Dragon, standing beside him, smiled faintly. He gestured toward the Tang Clan
guard warriors, blocked by the Return Wing Corps warriors.
“I was thinking of torturing them if needed. After killing all those guys there.”
“Are you a demonic path master?”
Namgung Hwa-shin, still stroking his sword, asked.
Jeong Yeon-shin felt reassured once more.
Though the Tang Clan’s family rules were strict and Sichuan’s murim was powerful, the Return Wing Corps’ temperament was already prepared to confront Sichuan.
“I’m Li-hua of Shu Road Tang Clan.”
Dragon Tang Li-hua, the boy reminiscent of a slightly larger Dwarf Clan member, introduced himself.
He attached “Shu Road” before Tang Clan. It symbolized the treacherous path to Sichuan, representing his main family.
It reflected the pride characteristic of Central Plains people, who valued style.
Yet, he couldn’t hide his subdued demeanor. Since witnessing Jeong Yeon-shin’s technique, he had kept his eyes slightly lowered.
His sister, Tang Li-li, seemed to think this was for the better.
“Keep your mouth shut. You can’t even do the basics.”
After scolding her brother, she turned her head. When her eyes met Jeong Yeon-shin’s, the graceful curve of her lips exuded elegance.
“Benefactor, let us speak first. We can receive martial arts instruction later. What would you like to know?”
Her conduct radiated bewitching wisdom.
She appeared intent on providing satisfactory answers before seeking sincere teaching.
It was then that Jeong Yeon-shin detected an unusual sound emanating from the abyss-like dark cliff below.
It was a faint thunder, piercing through the space where only empty wind had collided.
It truly resembled thunder.
When he turned his gaze, Lazy Flame Dragon and Namgung Hwa-shin nodded.
“That’s not an auditory hallucination. Something’s there?”
“I heard it too.”
They had sensed it as well.
Jeong Yeon-shin gestured slightly with his chin, indicating the spot where Radiant Demon Wing’s trail had vanished.
If something unusual appeared before their eyes, they needed to investigate thoroughly.
“I’m going down. You come too.”
The boy said.
The Tang siblings, showing surprised expressions, nodded. The initiative had already shifted.
This was something they had never experienced as Tang Clan direct descendants. But with the basics of Myriad Heavens Flower Rain at stake, they had no choice.
“Go.”
At Jeong Yeon-shin’s brief command, the group began moving in unison.
Lazy Flame Dragon, Namgung Hwa-shin, Crimson Day Sword, and the Return Wing Corps followed their boy commander first, forming an escort formation.
The Tang Clan guard warriors moved slowly, keeping the Dragon Phoenix Twin Poisons siblings between them.
They too had witnessed the precursor to Myriad Heavens Flower Rain. Their earlier killing intent, as rough as a valley gale, had dissipated into a gentle breeze.
“We can’t rashly trust the Tang Clan.”
Crimson Day Sword stepped forward.
“Grandmaster, how about dividing our forces to keep them between the main group?”
“Do so.”
Jeong Yeon-shin turned and responded. Since becoming acting commander, he had addressed the Return Wing Corps warriors in this manner.
As the leader of the military force for now, he needed to establish hierarchy.
“May we come along too? Sichuan’s murim must be unfamiliar to you. We’ll share information to the extent it doesn’t threaten our sect—at least until your big battle.”
Senior Beggar and the Beggar Sect beggars also requested to join. Jeong Yeon-shin nodded.
Step.
The group, now larger, began descending. They took the narrow path leading down the cliff.
Though called a path, it was hardly one.
They moved by using Body Protection Technique, stepping on protruding parts of the cliff.
Hwaaak!
Jeong Yeon-shin, Lazy Flame Dragon, and Namgung Hwa-shin descended first with the Tang
siblings.
The five talents landed on various parts of the cliff, their robes fluttering.
Meanwhile, Lazy Flame Dragon and Namgung Hwa-shin positioned themselves above the Tang siblings’ heads.
There was no complete trust. The Return Wing Corps left no gaps in their formation.
Whoosh!
Tang Li-li and Tang Li-hua proved themselves worthy of being called geniuses.
Their movements, showcasing supreme lightness techniques, were remarkably nimble.
Even with their yinjiao points suppressed by Jeong Yeon-shin, they descended the treacherous cliff with ease.
During this time, Jeong Yeon-shin listened to stories about the Tang Clan Leader.
Phoenix referred to her father as “father” formally, while Dragon addressed him more casually.
[TL Note: Phoenix uses the term 독봉 (Booji), while Dragon uses 아버지 (Abeoji).]
“Father is smaller in build than us. Because grandmother was a Dwarf Clan member, the blood
runs thick. Mother was Han, but as you know, the villains of the Thirteen Evil Sects…”
“He’s also an amazing craftsman. The Hong Tian Divine Sword was created by father’s hands.”
“He often visited the Iron Flower Workshop in Shun-jing Prefecture. It’s a famous forge in Sichuan, known for the white fires of its furnace. If you teach us Myriad Heavens Flower Rain, our main family will transform your Desolate Sword into a divine weapon. I’ll personally ensure it happens.”
The siblings’ personalities were starkly different.
Phoenix Tang Li-li displayed the demeanor of a proper young lady, while Dragon Tang Li-hua carried the energy of a spirited young master.
While Phoenix explained carefully, Dragon poured out his words in a torrent once he started speaking.
The Tang siblings stayed close to Jeong Yeon-shin, even as they reached the bottom of the cliff, where darkness consumed everything.
Thud.
They landed on solid ground. A strangely heavy sensation reverberated through their soles.
“…!”
In an instant, the boy clutched his head. His Hundred Meetings point burned intensely.
Several images flashed through his mind.
A vast underground space. Radiant Demon Wing confronting a small clan.
As if betrayed, long sword marks marred the backs of several Radiant Demon Wing seniors.
Baek Mi-ryeo’s pale back, pierced several times. Cheong-myeong’s abdomen, wounded deeply.
And more.
A whispering sensation washed over him—it was the realm of foresight.
The brilliant glow of his upper dantian revealed a truth.
Today, a divine technique would be born.
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