The Teacher’s Grace Is Like Heaven

48 – The First of the Heavens and the First of the Earth (4)

After removing the sword huang, Bi Yan no longer hesitated. In fact, he didn’t even have time to hesitate in the first place. The Magical Sect was already invading the Martial Forest.

If we stall here, more people will die than we can count. In an instant, Bi Yan, who had taken control of the Martial Sect, gave the appropriate orders.

In the past, as a Heavenly Demon, she had been in the Demon Sect, so she could somewhat predict their movements.

Of course, the opposing celestial horse would also have memories from his previous life, and while everything wouldn’t go exactly the same, it would still be effective enough. With that prediction, Bi Yan commanded the battlefield.

“Who are you to command us?!”

“You’re not even a Heavenly Emperor, are you?!”

Of course, there were many voices of dissent within the Martial League. However, Bi Yan pressed on. Not to mention the help of the Hebei Fang Family and the Sichuan Tang Family.

In addition, the three sons of the Southern Palace Family sided with Bi Yan. With three of the Five Great Families taking sides, he had no choice but to comply.

Of course, it was only a stopgap measure; they had an enemy right in front of them, so they had no choice.

That’s why she needed a track record. A track record that everyone would recognize. An overwhelming one. So, she took to the battlefield herself.

“Isn’t that a little reckless?”

“What do you mean?”

“You, who have the Martial Spirit, are going out on your own.”

“I never had it. I never wanted it in the first place.”

The people around her worried about her, but Bi Yan didn’t listen. To her, power was as worthless as the stones of the earth.

Nonetheless, she had driven the martial artist out and taken his place so that she could be more effective. Without her, they would be unable to deal with him.

Of course, even now, her odds against the Heavenly Horse were five to one at best. But it didn’t matter. I’ll kill him, no matter what it takes.

The mage’s movements were also unusual. The mages directly beneath Tianma had moved in with their troops, and even some of the old pilgrims had joined them.

“First, we must save Shaolin and the Shaman Sect.”

In their previous lives, they were the only faction of the Gu Family that had not betrayed them. In return, of course, they were slaughtered, including their own people.

For they did not seek salvation from the Martial Blind. Until then, the arrogance of the Wuling Clan had reached the heavens. He had only watched the slaughter.

Add to that the arrogance of the Sword Emperor, the master of the Martial Arts League, and it’s hard to imagine them moving.

But this time is different. Bi Yan, who controls all the real power in the Martial League, knows how long the Shaolin and the shamans can hold out, and how strong their power is.

They were able to withstand the demonic offensive for half a year without the support of the Martial League.

Even with that in mind, it was a remarkable achievement to withstand the demonic offensive for that long. Knowing that, Bi Yan ordered Hebei Feng to save the day:

“If Hebei joins us,

we can only win unconditionally.”

In his previous life, Hebei had caused considerable damage to the Demon Sect, even after losing his main power. The Salvation Army would be more than enough.

Behind him, Bi Yan coordinated his remaining forces to meet the Demon Cult’s offensive, already anticipating their moves. And as expected, the Demon Cult began to attack their main strongholds.

The uninitiated, at first skeptical, began to recognize Bian Yan’s predictions one by one, and as a result, began to make dazzling gains. You, too, began to follow him, but not because you trusted him, but because you wanted to accomplish more feats, so that you could later gain a more favorable position in the Martial League. It was a dirty trick, to be sure, but

Bi Yan didn’t resist. In the first place, she knew it herself. She had no right to tell others what to do.

“I knew from the beginning that it was not an unforgivable sin.”

Was it nature, was it fate, was it something that could be excused? Even spending nearly a hundred years in hell doesn’t erase the fact that she took the lives of so many people. If it weren’t for her Master, she would have done it all over again.

She took pleasure in killing people, that much is undeniable. It’s just that I can’t help but stifle that pleasure.

Because she cares about her master.

That’s why she’s trying to remove the cult from the side of the warlords now. Even now, the lives of others are worth less than a fly to her. “But, Master, you grieve.”

She hugged herself, the only one everyone else was afraid of. He was willing to give his life for the sake of the ugly apprentice who had fallen to a thousand demons.

There never was, and there never will be. My Master. For him, she thought, I would gladly wear a mismatched mask and smile.

All this for her Master, all this for her future.

* * *

From the beginning, everything had been ordained.

He had been sold, sold to scumbag parents who would sell their children. To scum who would kill children with ease, calling it a sacrifice for the greater good.

They wanted a new god to guide them, to create one. They committed unspeakable atrocities. Hell would have been better.

They suffered for days, until one day, they wondered, were they just lucky?

He became the God of the Order. Not an all-powerful god, but one who would fulfill their wishes: a sword of vengeance.

They begged him desperately. He granted them their wish, slaying everyone in sight.

“All is according to your will.”

“We are willing to die.”

But they died laughing. Even though they had killed most painfully. Instead, they marveled at its strength. It was a frankly unsatisfying revenge.

I hated every single one of them. The scum that made me, and the horde that drove them out. I mean, I smashed it.

He sprang into action. He united the outcasts of the Murim. He brought them together under the name of the Magi. His power was overwhelming.

“The important thing is to do what you want to do.”

I do what I want to do. Nothing can stop me. He would rather die than be bound, and those words became his life.

And so, the man called Tianma became a master of magic. In truth, he had no cause, just anger. He killed them all in anger.

He had the power to do so. I did it because I could. And then I was betrayed by a thousand demons, and that’s how I died, in vain.

I have no complaints. I did what I had to do, and I did it to the fullest, but in the end, I failed because I lacked the strength. I’ll take it sweetly even if I end up in hell for it.

“I’ll give you a chance.”

“Give me a chance? Are you crazy?”

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“Because I need to test whether her atonement is genuine or not.”

“Ha! Is that why you want to release a demon like me into the world?”

good god, a jade emperor. How insane, I thought. If only they had thought.

In the end, what they wanted was a play. A play where they believed they were good, where sinners repented and became saints. It was ridiculous.

I was willing to play along, because I wanted to, because I wanted to come back to life and rampage! That was all I’d thought about from the beginning.

“It is said that the forces of the Hebei Fang Family have saved Shaolin and the shamans!”

“The Sichuan Tang Family and the Mo Yong Family are approaching from the south and north, respectively!”

“How on earth did they know our location?”

“That’s the way it should be.”

The Demon Sect’s forces are losing ground. Even if it was only temporary, it was still a force that had overwhelmed the entire Martial Realm in his previous life. Tianma laughed out loud.

That should be enough to get you fired up. Tianma rose from his throne. I don’t care if it ends in death.

I’ll gladly go down to hell with a smile on my face. With that, Tianma rallied his remaining forces.

“Something’s wrong!”

“For now, you should retreat and plan for the future…….”

“You’ve grown up with the logic of power. But what would happen if you ran away?”

“…….”

It was a mage who grew up recognizing only the strong. But what if she ran away? She would be destroyed, and she would never regain her strength.

That was not good enough.