Namgung Jin had never met a martial artist who surpassed her. Granted, in the **Dimensional Integration Community**, there might exist entities even more monstrous.

But what he was talking about wasn't strictly in the realm of physical prowess; it was more like martial theory—a field in which she stood as an unassailable giant, a wall no one could surpass.

If anyone could be deemed the greatest in martial arts history, he thought it would be her.

Whenever he discussed martial arts with her, Namgung Jin felt as though he was gazing up at a sky beyond the sky.

**- (NamgungNotJin): The technique I’d like to discuss this time is the Thirteen Lightning Sword Strikes!**  
**- (NamgungNotJin): Yes, yes. I’ll start with the key formulas.**  
**- (NamgungNotJin): Yes, and as for the progression of the stances… and the required inner energy is about 30 years of cultivation…**

After all, it wasn’t like they would ever meet in person, and they lived in entirely different worlds. There couldn’t be any real impact from sharing a bit of his clan’s martial arts secrets. Namgung wasn’t the only one in the community with his family’s name, after all.

What surprised him more was her insight.

**- (NamgungNotJin): Huh? No, actually, that part is traditionally done this way.**  
**- (NamgungNotJin): Excuse me? Oh… Huh!**  
**- (NamgungNotJin): Um… you’re saying this seems different from the original intent of my ancestor who created this manual?**

She said things that seemed utterly unbelievable.

But then—

**- Jin, I didn’t realize your aptitude was so exceptional.**  
**- Indeed, a blessing to the Namgung family.**  
**- This is a talent that words like ‘genius’ cannot fully capture.**  
**- If only you had the physical constitution… you’d have easily been the greatest under the heavens.**  
**- Young Master Jin, could you perhaps take a look at our family’s martial arts as well?**

Namgung Jin realized that an ordinary person could never understand a genius. The incredible things she said sounded like tales from another world or nonsense to him.

Could this be real? Just from listening and exchanging a few words, she could identify flaws in a secret manual, go even further, and transform it into a supreme martial art.

Ah… a genius beyond the understanding of mortals. A talent bestowed by the heavens.

**- (NamgungNotJin): Sister! I mean, Teacher!!! I’m in awe!!**  
**- (NamgungNotJin): I know you’re busy, but please teach me!!**

He often received her guidance, and with just a few casual remarks, his understanding of martial arts deepened, breaking through his blockages. Though he lacked the physical aptitude, leaving him among the top ranks rather than at the pinnacle, he was still grateful.

Namgung Jin diligently answered her questions about the martial world.

**- (NamgungNotJin): The general sentiments of the people?**  
**- (NamgungNotJin): If you’re talking about the nobility… ah, well, about social class…**  
**- (NamgungNotJin): Well, to be honest, martial artists are often viewed as mere sword-wielding thugs. I mean, I carry a sword myself, but to commoners, we all look the same. Still, sects and noble families often maintain order. Also…**  
**- (NamgungNotJin): An insult effective for provocation? Hmm…**

Namgung Jin answered every question he could, wholeheartedly.

**- (NamgungNotJin): Oh… no need to thank me. Haha. I’ve gained so much from you as well. Recently, you’ve been a great source of comfort.**

He didn’t know her circumstances in detail, but he felt a kinship with her story of recently losing family members. After all, he, too, had suffered the destruction of his entire clan.

"By the way, how did she manage to travel to another world? I can’t even imagine."

Well, was there any point in pondering it? He probably wouldn’t understand, anyway.

Sometimes, speaking with her left him feeling distant, self-deprecating, empty, or anxious. But not anymore. He accepted what he needed to accept and learned what he needed to learn. Eventually, he naturally began calling her "Teacher."

“Haha. Teacher is coming to the martial world?”

Just the thought amused him.

Though… from the perspective of that martial world, it might be a disaster.

As their conversation wrapped up, he heard someone calling for him again from outside.

Ah, he must have gotten too absorbed.

Namgung Jin politely ended the conversation and stepped out.

Waiting outside were the Martial Alliance Leader and an elder from the Wudang Sect.

Namgung Jin cleared his throat, trying to maintain a dignified presence as he greeted them.

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*Rustle, rustle—*

At the main gate of the Martial Alliance, numerous martial artists stood in formation. The Azure Dragon Unit, Vermilion Bird Unit, Black Tortoise Unit, White Tiger Unit, and more; almost every martial artist from the Alliance, including elders and seniors, was lined up on either side of the gate.

The intense energy and confidence radiating from the hundreds of martial artists seemed as if they could pierce the heavens.

“The might of the Alliance is truly awe-inspiring.”  
“Hah. To think she would dare approach us alone. Even if she is the Heavenly Demon, she will surely regret facing the full strength of our Alliance.”  
“We must acknowledge her courage.”  
“Perhaps she’s coming because she’s given up on everything.”  
“Look, there’s someone coming now.”  
“…Armor?”

All eyes turned toward the gate.

Clank—

Someone clad in blood-soaked, full-body armor was approaching. Drops of blood from the dark red armor splattered on the ground, emanating a pungent metallic scent.

What is this?

Aside from the strange armor, there was something off about the demeanor, the atmosphere—everything about this figure felt unsettling.

Why, though?

“…!”  
“Haha….”  
“Alliance Leader, are you certain this is the one?”  
“...Absolutely savage.”  
“The armor suggests it might be a woman.”  
“The figure does look….”  
“She’s brazen. Does she even realize where she is?”

Now that they thought about it, this was the main gate of the Martial Alliance headquarters, guarded by countless martial artists.

And yet, she walked right up to it, unfazed by the sharp stares directed at her.

Step. Step.

She reached the gate, casually looking around.

“So this is the Martial Alliance?”

What? There’s no discernible inner energy… Is this really the new leader of the Demon Sect?

Before the Alliance Leader could gather his thoughts, someone pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.

"How dare you bring your filthy face here!"

The Alliance Leader was taken aback by the elder’s outburst.

‘But we haven’t even confirmed if she’s really the Demon Sect leader….’

He understood. For the elder, who had lost his entire sect, including his masters and disciples, to the Heavenly Demon Sect, they were an enemy he couldn’t forgive.

But surely, there was a time and place for such things?

“Not much of a welcome, is it?”

A low voice emerged from the red armor.

A chill ran through the crowd as the artificial voice, neither distinctly male nor female, echoed. 

Why did it feel like she was laughing?

The Alliance Leader tried to calm the elder with a transmission, but before he could, the elder drew his sword.

“A welcome? You call that a welcome? If you weren’t here to defile our Alliance, how could you say such a thing?!”

The Alliance Leader realized the elder wasn’t simply acting out of grief and rage.

The elder was intentionally dragging the Alliance’s reputation into this, making his actions seem as though they represented the Alliance itself.

A cunning old fox!

He would first stop the elder, and then create a way for the new leader to…

“So much talking. If you’ve drawn your sword, come at me. Or do you intend to fight with your tongue?”

“…!”

The fearless provocation from the Demon Sect’s leader left the elder momentarily speechless.

Perhaps the elder hadn’t intended to truly fight. Though his sect was destroyed, maybe he simply wanted to show the righteous faction that they could rise again. He considered mediating and preserving their dignity…

“Your master must be lamenting in the afterlife, regretting the cowardly hypocrite he took as a disciple.”

“!!”

Is she talking about exterminating an entire sect?! How could she be so callous?

But even an insult depends on who says it and who hears it.

For the last survivor of the Wudang Sect, which had been annihilated by the Demon Sect, this was the worst possible taunt.

Overcome with rage, the elder activated the Six Yang Divine Art and lunged forward with the Grand Purity Sword Technique.

‘So it’s come to this… Though maybe it’s not so bad.’

Despite his anger, the elder’s stance was steady, and his attack was sharp, indicating he hadn’t drawn his sword recklessly. The close-range assault from a martial artist at the pinnacle level was a fierce sight.

However—

Slice—

“!!”  
“Elder Mujin!!”  
“Amitabha.”  
“Elder!”  
“Aaargh!”

Blood sprayed as Elder Mujin’s severed arm hit the ground, stunning the martial artists around them.

“Vile Demon Sect scum!”
“How dare you attack the Martial Alliance?!”
“Charge!”
“Exterminate her! White Tiger Unit, forward!”

Within moments, the martial artists completed their battle formations, and the air grew tense as they encircled the red-armored figure with a fierce aura.

This… This isn’t going to end well. Engaging in life-or-death combat with an emissary might be legally problematic, even if it’s just one-on-one. Moreover, their visitor was the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Even if it’s the Demon Sect, attacking a guest would be—

But the Alliance Leader barely had time to consider these implications.

“….”

What he had just witnessed weighed heavily on his mind.

Just now… what did I see? Surely…

When Elder Mujin unleashed his Grand Purity Sword Technique’s initial strike, the red-armored figure had mirrored the same move perfectly.

He couldn’t be completely certain because it all happened in an instant.

No… it wasn’t identical. In fact, it felt like…

An even more refined version of Elder Mujin’s Grand Purity Sword Technique?

The Alliance Leader’s mind went blank, unable to process this absurd possibility. He suspected that the higher-ranking martial artists around him might have sensed it too.

The Alliance Leader shook his head, regaining his composure. Being stunned by something incomprehensible had paralyzed his thoughts.

This is not the time for that.

As the hostile energy in the air suggested that a bloody battle was imminent, he discreetly sent a transmission.

- Unseen Sword. Your turn has come. As promised, deal with this individual. Or at least hold her off. I’ll personally see to the restoration of the Namgung family if you do!

So, you overthrew the Heavenly Demon Sect to seize its leadership, did you?

But we have a counter to match that.

If you have a new leader, the righteous faction has the Unseen Sword.

A celestial of our own, capable of rivaling yours!

Come on, show us the might of the righteous faction!

Not long after the transmission, a divine light descended upon the hall, breaking through the clouds. Not only that, but an ethereal mist spread across the ground, accompanied by the faint strains of heavenly music.

The righteous martial artists’ jaws dropped in astonishment, and even the Alliance Leader was no exception.

A figure wearing a bamboo hat, clad in flowing robes, walked down from the clouds, as if descending from the heavens.

It was like the arrival of a heavenly deity.

All eyes were drawn to the spectacle.

Meanwhile, Namgung Jin glanced downward, feeling a cold sweat trickle down his back.

“This effect… is a bit too much, isn’t it? I didn’t realize I’d have such an audience watching!”

The item he had drawn from a rare pull was proving to have effects far beyond what he expected.

 

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