Chapter 293: I’m Not Buying It. (1)He was one of the Three Heavenly Venerables, the man infamously known as the Dishonored Venerable, who had ascended to the pinnacle of close combat arts. Born into the prestigious Bi Clan, but chose the path of a martial artist over a life of servitude to his clan’s honor.
The Dishonored Venerable, Bijuu.
If I had to use one word, I’d dare say ‘Madness’ described him best. He was a crazed martial artist, utterly obsessed with reaching the highest levels of martial arts.
Having been born a man, he set a singular goal for his life: to reach the Transcendence realm. With unwavering focus, he forged a single path to his destination, never once glancing back.
From the moment of his birth, Bijuu was different. When he was old enough to clench his fists, he easily beat up all his older relatives, his extraordinary talent making the clan’s Lord and Elders believe he was destined to revive the clan’s glory.
But then...
I’m not doing such a thing.
The Dishonored Venerable vanished one day, leaving behind nothing but a letter. At fifteen, he left the clan, severing all ties.
In other words, he ran away.
Why did Bijuu flee from a noble clan? The reason wasn’t anything grand. He simply wanted to experience the world, to seek enlightenment, and to create his own martial arts.
The Bi Clan’s Fangs of Flawlessness, their prized Divine Art reserved only for the direct members of the clan, didn’t interest him.
But it’s not fun.
Bijuu found no joy in it. Despite its prestigious status, he craved something more. He wanted to carve out his own path, and so his journey began.
He started with duels.
Wherever he went, he sought out masters and challenged them to fights. Some refused; others nearly killed him. Yet, Bijuu pressed on, undeterred by the prospect of death. After years of such victories and defeats, he had ascended to the Peak Realm.
Was that his starting point?
-It’s pointless.
He had left the clan to escape their arts, yet he found himself relying on them anyway. Realizing this, Bijuu decided to seek a new path, one that would satisfy him. The young prodigy then spent ten years in seclusion on an unknown mountain, abandoning the clan’s expectations.
Ten years.
It was certainly a long time, but far too short to create an entirely new martial art.
Furthermore, Bijuu already had Mind Arts ingrained in his body, and even if he developed a new style, it would be useless if it didn’t harmonize with those arts.
Thus, he made a drastic decision: he would erase the Mind Arts that had been etched into his body.
It meant sacrificing everything he had worked for so far, but Bijuu didn’t hesitate. It took him one whole year to erase the Mind Arts without destroying his Dantian or damaging his blood vessels.
That was only the beginning. To find a more efficient movement and to create a martial art that could surpass his old one, he embarked on a difficult path. But nothing could stop Bijuu.
The movement he envisioned already existed in his mind. To put it into practice, he spent a year erasing the clan’s Mind Arts from his body.
Now, all he had to do was move as he desired.
Others might have found the process torturous, but Bijuu, funnily, made it seem effortless.
He shattered his state of mind and goals, for in martial arts, goals existed only to be broken.
Bijuu spent countless days and nights crafting a path that allowed for efficient movement and optimal use of Qi. This journey took him another ten years.
Crack-
Kwoaaah!
The massive boulder behind the mountain shattered, and the ground trembled as Bijuu watched.
-I think it’s time to go down now.
He felt it was time to return to the Central Plains. Bijuu was a little over thirty years old then.
After a decade of isolation, he returned to a world that had changed dramatically.
The Azure Dragon had ascended to the position of Lord of the Namgung Clan, and the Five Sword Masters were gaining renown.
As the Wind Sword, a middle-aged man, began to spread his name, Bijuu resumed his challenges.
Before naming his own martial arts, he sought out masters across the land for duels. He faced three of the Five Sword Masters and even crossed paths with the Zenith of that time, Cheolhyun Buseon.
Bijuu didn’t care whether his opponents were from Orthodox Factions or Unorthodox Factions; he fought them all.
Despite creating his own martial arts, he continued to suffer defeats. There were still many stronger than him, but that didn’t deter him.
He simply got up after each defeat, and he was never content with a victory.
The Namgung Clan’s Azure Dragon wielded a sharp sword, the Wind Sword was powerful, the newbie from Mount Hua, the Celestial Plum Blossom was fast, and that greatest prodigy of the Kunlun Sect wielded a heavy blade.
Bijuu couldn’t defeat any of them with his newly crafted martial arts. Yet, time passed...
-Not bad.
Bijuu smiled as he lay on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth.
He didn’t hesitate. He was sure his martial arts would one day become an undefeated Divine Arts.
So, he wasn’t disappointed.
His limbs were intact, his eyes unharmed.
He was lucky. It was quite surprising, as he had expected to lose them one by one on this journey of his.
-This really isn’t bad at all.
He continued moving forward, finding his flaws through his defeats. That’s what martial arts was—an endless pursuit of improvement.
-A little more.
The path stretched on, rough and untrodden. It was a grueling journey, but...
-This is fun!
Bijuu found nothing more enjoyable than paving his own path.
Bijuu wiped the blood from his lips and stood up. Before him, three martial artists lay dead, their lifeblood staining the ground.
Who were they? Supposedly, they were well-known figures within the Unorthodox Factions, but Bijuu hadn’t even bothered to learn their names.
After inspecting their bodies one by one, a thought crossed his mind.
-Your fist... it destroys... the heavens.
The one who had uttered those words had ‘Heaven’ in his title. Was it the Monster of False Heaven? Something like that.
-Destroying the heaven, huh?
He wasn’t worthy of a title with ‘Heaven’ in it, judging by the fact that Bijuu couldn’t even recall his face. Probably just another nobody.
The word heaven brought to mind his fight against the Wind Sword—that blade, a blade so pristine that it seemed to hold the moon itself, was far more deserving of such a title.
Now, that man could cut through heaven itself.
Bijuu smiled, reminiscing about that fight. It was one that lingered in his memory, though it had nearly cost him his life.
-Heaven, huh? Not bad.
To destroy the heavens—it didn’t sound bad at all.
-That settled it. This martial art will be named Destruction of the Heavens.
The Fist that Destroys Heaven.
This marked the beginning of Bijuu’s rise as one of the Masters of the Central Plains. It was a title he earned by slaying three of the Four Emperors and Eight Kings.
But, Bijuu didn’t care for such trifling rumors. Perfecting his martial arts was far more important than whatever nonsense people whispered about him.
Time passed.
The Wind Sword became the Leader of the Murim Alliance without Bijuu even noticing, and the Zenith of that era, Cheolhyun Buseon, succumbed to a chronic disease.
The new prodigy of Mount Hua ascended to lead his Sect, and the disciple of the Kunlun Sect also rose to the same position.
Yet Bijuu remained just Bijuu.
He was content as long as he was called a martial artist. That was enough for him. Only later did Bijuu realize that he was being referred to as one of the Heavenly Venerables.
Again, Bijuu found perfecting his martial arts to be of the utmost importance. It was, after all, his lifelong goal.
Then one day...
-Oh.
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