âYou really are your motherâs bloodline.â
When those words left my fatherâs mouth, my heart sank.
âWhat did you say?â
I had to ask again, just to make sure Iâd heard correctly.
I needed to hear it again.
What Iâd just heard was too monumental to let pass so easily.
âMy motherâs bloodline?â
It was an obvious statement. I was her child, after all.
Or ratherâ
âIt wouldnât matter even if I werenât.â
Honestly, it didnât matter.
Iâd even entertained the thought that I might not be.
I had heard people call her a calamity from a previous generation.
Which meant she wasnât human.
She was something beyond human, like the Blood Demon or the Heavenly Demon.
So, I had occasionally wondered if I might not be her biological child.
But still, it didnât matter.
âEven if Iâm not her bloodline,â
I was still her child.
I could never forget those winter days when sheâd walked with me, holding my hand as I held my sister in my arms.
The warmth of her hand made it bearable, even when it was bitterly cold.
So it didnât matter.
It didnât matter to me at all.
âBut what does he mean by that?â
If I werenât her biological child, things would get complicated, as weâd have to figure out who I actually belonged to.
I couldnât be anyone other than my fatherâs son; anyone could see that.
It didnât matter either way.
Thatâs why I should have welcomed the confirmation that I was indeed my motherâs child.
But the question was, why was my father bringing this up now?
Especially while looking at my changed appearance.
âWhat⦠do you mean by that, exactly?â
ââ¦â
Seeing my drastically altered appearance seemed to remind him of my mother.
The longing in his voice was strange, to say the least.
The meaning behind his words was clear:
âHeâs saying that heâs seen this look in my mother too.â
It left me feeling a bit dazed.
What did it mean if my mother had shown a similar appearance?
Setting aside my fatherâs nostalgia, his words had a chilling effect on me.
There was one other person I knew who exuded an atmosphere similar to what I was giving off right now.
âNo, actually, there are two.â
One of them, I wasnât entirely certain about, so I left it aside.
But the other⦠the one I was certain aboutâ¦
âThe Blood Demon.â
As much as I didnât want to admit it, there was no denying it.
The aura of that damned creature whoâd smirked at meâ¦
The same arrogance, that hateful gazeânow, I could feel it in myself.
Iâd thought it was simply an effect of the demonic energy.
The bloodlust that the Blood Demon had infused into meâthat Iâd absorbed completely during my transformation.
That was what Iâd thought caused the similar aura.
Butâ
âIf my mother also carried this same kind of presenceâ¦â
Then thatâs a problem.
The reason isâ
The Blood Demon was a calamity. My mother was a calamity too.
If I exuded the same aura as those twoâ¦
[Young one.]
As my thoughts deepened, Noya suddenly interjected, almost urgently.
It was a warning that further thoughts in that direction were dangerous.
But that didnât stop my mind from churning.
The words of Yeonilcheon echoed back to me:
âYou are a calamity.â
Words Iâd dismissed as nonsense but couldnât shake.
Words that, even though Iâd tried to ignore, lodged themselves firmly in my heart.
They were becoming clearer.
Am I really a calamity?
That damned thought began to flood my mind.
And the worst part?
Do you know what was even more cursed?
I was starting to think that, even if I was a calamity, I wouldnât care much.
âShit⦠am I insane?â
Iâd barely resolved just a year ago that I would not become a calamity.
And now, look at me.
Thinking that being a calamity wouldnât bother meâit was chilling to the bone.
Maybe this transformation was affecting my mind as well.
This is⦠damn near intolerable.
I wanted to slap myself back to my senses, but I held back because my father was here.
I needed to get a grip. If I didnât, I was really going to fall apart. Or was I already broken?
âThird son.â
ââ¦!â
My fatherâs voice pulled me back to reality.
Now was not the time to fall into introspection.
What mattered was that my father had mentioned my mother.
I was about to ask him about it whenâ
âIâll be heading up first.â
ââ¦Excuse me?â
His abrupt words left me with a dumbfounded expression.
Heading up?
Just like that?
âSuddenly?â
When I asked, incredulous, my father lifted his gaze toward the ceiling.
âThe Clan Head of the Tang Clan has arrived.â
The Poison King was here.
Hearing that, I extended my senses, but I felt nothing.
All I sensed was the same emptiness as before.
âBecause of that thing outside?â
The Fire Wheel Star, I think heâd called it.
That power in the sky that changed the color of the heavens and concealed all presences.
Was it because that power was in place that I couldnât sense anything?
What kind of principle could manifest such an effect?
As I mused, my father began walking, passing right by me.
Was he really planning to just leave like that?
âWait. Father, we still need to talkâ¦.â
I was about to move to stop him, but then my fatherâs gaze fell on me.
âYouâre not yet qualified.â
I had to frown at his words.
A qualification?
âWhat do you mean? Why would I need some kind of qualification just to hear about my mother?â
Was he implying Iâd need to take over as the successor to hear about her? If it was something Iâd eventually have to do anyway, couldnât he just tell me now?
Frustrated, I was about to snap, butâ
âHave you forgotten what I said last time?â
My father cut me off.
âI told you to reach the Consummation.â
ââ¦!â
âYou havenât reached it yet.â
The condition heâd set if I wanted to know my motherâs whereabouts was that Iâd have to raise my Gu Flame Wheel Technique to the Consummate level.
It seemed that this condition also applied if I wanted to hear more about her.
âThis is infuriating.â
Hearing about her was excruciatingly difficult.
Now that Iâd reached the Seventh Star, how long would it take me to reach Consummation?
It was so distant.
I tried not to feel impatient, but it was just too far away.
ââ¦I only barely reached it in my previous life.â
With the nature of flame-based techniques, advancing and building levels is extremely difficult.
Even with all the inner energy Iâd invested, I only managed to barely touch that level back then. How long would it take me to reach it through the proper methods now?
âItâs maddening.â
It was difficult to estimate.
A few years? It would be fortunate if it was only that long. I was only at my current level because of all the experiences and fortuitous opportunities from my past life.
âI canât just abandon that foundation and recklessly rise again like before.â
If I abandoned the foundation Iâd painstakingly built and rose recklessly based on inner energy alone, everything would return to nothingness.
My past experiences taught me that rising in rank without a solid foundation was meaningless, so I couldnât do it.
I briefly considered throwing a tantrum to get him to tell me anyway, butâ
âThat wonât work either.â
I could tell just by looking at my fatherâs eyes.
Until I reached the Consummation level, he had no intention of telling me. His gaze was resolute.
I had no choice.
There was no way I could defy him and demand that he tell me.
Itâs only worth defying him when youâre sure you can handle the consequences.
Having seen him just decimate the Celestial Master, there was no way Iâd dare go against him now.
I held back.
Resisting the urge to demand answers, I watched as my father shifted his gaze.
As he looked away, I decided to ask about something else.
âBy the way, Fatherâ¦â
I gestured behind me with a hand.
âWhat⦠or rather, what do you plan to do about him?â
My father glanced back in the direction I indicated. Thereâ
Crackleâ¦
The Celestial Master was still burning in flames.
ââ¦â
My fatherâs expression shifted as he looked at him.
I definitely saw it.
My fatherâs expression that said, âOops.â
â¦Did he forget?
Did he really forget about the person heâd set on fire?
No, that couldnât be it.
For a moment, my fatherâs gaze lingered on the Celestial Master, but soon, as if brushing it off, he turned away.
âLeave him be. It wonât take too long for the flames to die out.â
At my fatherâs words, I looked back at the flames surrounding the Celestial Master.
âDoes that mean thereâs a reason to leave him like this?â
He had said something about burning away unnecessary things earlier.
âWhat exactly was he trying to burn away?â
He wasnât burning the body itself.
I couldnât quite grasp what that meant. Was there some other purpose to the secret technique my father used?
Step.
As I pondered this, my father began walking toward the entrance.
Should I follow him?
The thought crossed my mind, but thenâ
âWait here. Iâll bring the Poison King.â
âWait⦠here? Me?â
Stay here and watch the burning Celestial Master and the Elder?
My fatherâs instructions felt a bit odd.
If the Poison King was coming, wouldnât it be enough just to wait for him?
Plus, the barrier that had sealed off the entranceâ¦
ââ¦Looks like Father tore it apart.â
Heâd crushed it and cleared it away, so it seemed like anyone who knew the location could easily find their way here.
So couldnât we just wait together?
But thenâ
âIsnât there something you wanted to investigate here?â
ââ¦!â
The weight of his words hit me.
Father had already figured it out.
He knew I had something to do here.
ââ¦Oh, damn.â
Along with what the Tang Clan Leader had said, this place was most likely connected to the Celestial Martial Body creation plan.
No, it was almost certain.
Otherwise, there would have been no reason to hide this place under such a dense barrier or to construct something this deep underground.
Moreoverâ
âThe atmosphere here feels different.â
There was the lingering poison from the moment I arrived, and beyond that, I could faintly see the corpse of a monster.
Now, with the inner energy and aura left over from the battle filling the space, there was also something else.
âWhich meansâ¦.â
My fatherâs intention to leave and confront the Poison King outsideâ
It seemed I understood his hidden intent.
He was giving me some time.
âTo investigate what I need to know?â
Realizing my fatherâs intent, a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.
Just how much had he figured out? Chilled by the thought, I bowed.
ââ¦Thank you.â
ââ¦â
Fwoosh!
The sound of flickering embers reached my ears.
When I lifted my head, my father was already gone.
Staring blankly at the empty space, Noya spoke to me.
[He figured out everything, didnât he?]
ââ¦It seems that way.â
I should have stayed put and waited until he returned. Moving around had only caused problems.
ââ¦Tsk.â
Clicking my tongue, I started walking.
Since Iâd been given some time, I had to make use of it.
I approached the Elder, who was still trembling.
âH-Heh⦠Ah⦠ahâ¦â
The Elder was shivering as if heâd completely lost his mind.
He looked even more frail than before.
âHmph.â
Seeing him like this made me sigh.
âShame.â
It was a shame.
With him like this, there was nothing more I could do.
I would have preferred to be the one to break him down.
âToo bad, donât you think?â
I looked down at him as I spoke, but the Elder only looked at me in terror.
âM-Monâ¦monsterâ¦m-monsterâ¦.â
âA monster?â
Was he talking about me or my father?
Either way, it was similar.
The meaning might differ, butâ
âPerhaps I can still get something out of him.â
The Elderâs mind seemed completely broken. I wondered if he was faking it, but it didnât seem that way.
What could he have gone through to end up in this state?
He might be too far gone for torture to work.
âShould I capture one of his collaborators and question him?â
There was no way the Elder acted alone.
He might have influence, but he wasnât a particularly impressive figure.
It seemed like things might get more complicated, butâ
âHm?â
I noticed something strange about the Elderâs hands, which were clasped tightly around something.
What was that?
It looked like he was clutching something.
I reached out to check, butâ
âNo⦠Noâ¦! This⦠notâ¦!â
The Elder resisted as if heâd realized I was trying to take it from him.
Annoying.
âShould I just tear your arm off?â
ââ¦!â
At my offhanded remark, the Elder froze.
âTear⦠o-offâ¦? No⦠donâtâ¦.â
Did he react to my threat of tearing off his arm?
Why?
Whatever the reason, it didnât matter.
The important thing was that he reacted.
âThatâs right. If you donât hand it over, Iâll rip your arm off.â
Oh, and to be clear, this wasnât just a threat.
I would actually do it if he refused.
I didnât have time to waste arguing with him.
Realizing my sincerity, the Elder, with a face twisted in terror, extended his hands toward me.
What was he holding so tightly?
Even now, he wouldnât open his fists.
Soâ
Crack!
âAaaah!â
I crushed the Elderâs wrist in my grip. His shriek pierced my ears.
I almost considered breaking his jaw as well, butâ
When his grip loosened, I saw what heâd been holding and decided to let it go.
âWhat is this?â
I looked down at the object, tilting my head in confusion.
It was a jewel. A small one, at that.
Why was he clutching onto something like this?
I picked up the jewel from the ground and examined it more closely.
âThere doesnât seem to be anything special about it.â
It looked like an ordinary jewel, untilâ
Buzzâ¦!
ââ¦!â
The jewel in my hand suddenly started vibrating.
Inside, I felt an energy stirring, radiating outward.
When the energy brushed against me, my body reacted instinctively.
It was powerful.
Not only was there a strong poison contained within, but the sheer amount of energy thrashing about was immense.
ââ¦Well.â
Seeing it, I was sure.
There was something in this jewel.
I held it out to the Elder.
âWhat is this?â
I asked, but the Elder only mumbled incoherently, his mind clearly gone.
Even so, he stared intently at the jewel.
âHm.â
At this rate, I wouldnât be able to get any useful information out of him.
When the body is damaged, thereâs room for recovery, but when the mind is broken, itâs over.
Would I need to capture someone else?
That thought crossed my mind, but I also remembered something else.
There was one method.
It just wasnât a particularly pleasant one.
ââ¦But I should at least give it a try.â
I wasnât sure if it would have an effect on someone whose mind was broken, butâ
It was better than nothing.
Now wasnât the time to be picky.
Grip.
âKrrâ¦!â
I grabbed the Elder by the neck.
Thumpâ¦!
My heartbeat pounded heavily.
My energy surged outward.
My eyes burned with heat.
The energy bound in my heart traveled through my arm, piercing into the Elder.
âKraaah!â
The sudden rush of energy sent the Elderâs body into violent spasms.
I didnât stop, pushing more energy into him.
The Elderâs body devoured my energy bit by bit.
Feeling that, I infused my intent into it.
[From now on,]
This was a technique Iâd once seen used.
[I am your sky.]
It was a technique resembling the method used by the Heavenly Demon.
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Hanam.
Deep underground beneath it.
In a place so cold that even the air felt frozen, a young man lay with his eyes closed.
The young man, lying there as if deadâ
Humâ¦
ââ¦Mmm.â
A strange sensation caused him to open his eyes.
The woman standing by his side flinched.
It was not yet time for her master to awaken.
She glanced nervously at him, observing him carefully.
The young manâs crimson eyes glowed as he looked around, and the woman noticed something.
For some reason, her master was smiling.
âHeh hehâ¦â
Without stopping, the young manâthe Blood Demonâeven let out a laugh.
How could he not?
âThis is amusing.â
The Blood Demon ran his hand over his chest.
This allowed him to feel it even more clearly.
Something had broken.
One of the deeply bound connections he had carefully tied⦠snapped! It was gone.
It had been precious to him, something heâd kept tightly bound, and now it was severed like this.
âI wonder whose doing this is.â
He pondered briefly, but the Blood Demon already knew the answer.
He was aware of the place where his interest was directed, in Sichuanâwithin the Tang Clanâs domain.
Could it have been the Tang Clanâs doing? No, they lacked the power to do this. They werenât even worth suspecting.
The value of the current Tang Clan was no more than that.
âIt was that boyâs destination.â
The place where the one he had taken an interest in had gone. That was all.
Could this be a mere coincidence?
The Blood Demon thought not.
And yetâ
âI hope it isnât.â
He even wished it wasnât.
If that child had grown powerful enough to sever his thread, it was more than he could wish for.
For the paradise he envisioned.
âMuhee.â
âYes.â
At the Blood Demonâs call, Muhee responded. He wasnât even looking at her.
Instead, his gaze was set far awayâvery far away.
âSend a message to Wudang.â
Then he smiled.
The Blood Demon could feel it.
That the arrival of paradise was not far off.
âTell them we may be able to proceed with things a bit faster.â