A Modern Man Who Got Transmigrated Into the Murim World

**The Great Families.**

A glorious title given to the families that have long held power in the martial world.

Each of these families had distinct characteristics.

The Eastern Heavenly Emperor’s family, the Namgung family.
The Western Heavenly Divine Mechanism family, the Zhuge family.
The Southern Heavenly Poison Dragon family, the Sichuan Tang family.
The Northern Heavenly Black Tortoise family, the Hebei Peng family.

These were the representative families of the righteous factions, each playing a significant role in the martial world, accumulating fame and alliances over many years.

However, there was one family at the center of these great families, the very heart of the martial world. That family was the **Sama family**.

The **Central Heaven Guardians**, the Sama family.

No family had the audacity to claim they protected the martial world like they did, and they were the central point of the entire martial world—descendants of the gods.

Their fame was such that even the Shaolin Temple could not overshadow them, and even the greatest martial sect of the time, Mount Hua, could not eclipse their influence.

The position of this family in the martial world was unparalleled and absolute.

Zhou Hui’s indifferent gaze turned toward the man raising his fist to the sky.

But then, Zhou Hui was lightly startled.

When he tried to enter the mental shield around the man with his own mental technique, he was forcefully repelled by a powerful countermeasure.

Even the **Seven Masters of the Namgung family**, and the absolute master of the **Black Sky Lotus**, **Heavenly Destruction**, could not block his mental intrusion.

This was something Zhou Hui had never experienced since entering the martial world.

This suggested that the man was at least his equal, if not stronger, which naturally made Zhou Hui nervous.

At that moment, a voice from his ancestors thundered in his mind.

– **Those damn bastards!**

– **They dare to trample on the vow of eternal reverence! How dare they mock the descendants of the Overlord!**

– **Step aside! I, the founding ancestor, will appear!**

Zhou Hui jolted in panic and shook his head.

“**No, Lord Sword God! No more possession!**”

The Sword God’s possession had happened far too often.

Zhou Hui could clearly feel that the Sword God’s spiritual force had waned.

The faint voice of the Sword God was the clearest sign of this—the immense expenditure of spiritual energy was causing his soul’s existence to fade away.

“**No, it cannot happen!**”

But this time, it was **Zhou Zuo** who spoke up.

– **Those men are no longer human! How could someone who swore loyalty and oaths to his lord, and even visited his king’s tomb, desecrate the capital in such a savage manner?**

In truth, Zhou Hui didn’t know much about the events after the Three Kingdoms were formed—he had lost interest in the later stages of the story.

Like many readers, he too had lost momentum once his favorite characters—especially Guan Yu and Zhang Fei—had died. That feeling of emptiness had caused him to flip through the pages quickly.

Moreover, even though Shu, under the leadership of Zhuge Liang, struggled alone in the later years, it seemed like a one-man show, and the way the kingdom met its end at the Battle of Wuzhang Plains was so anticlimactic that Zhou Hui had lost interest by then.

Later, he learned that the Sama family had unified China and established the Jin dynasty, but he hadn’t paid attention to the political intrigue that had led to that.

“**Ancestors, please watch over me. I’ll handle this. Do you still not know who I am? I am Zhou Hui.**”

Surprisingly, Zhou Hui’s words filled **Zhou Zuo** with a sense of hope.

The other ancestors felt the same way.

What made Zhou Hui truly frightening wasn’t his martial prowess but his eloquence and strategy.

It was no wonder that even the greatest family in the world would begin to feel curiosity about how his strategies and thoughts would fare in their domain.

– **…Do you have confidence?**

Zhou Hui smiled sinisterly.

“**Of course. After all, these are just ancient Chinese men, aren’t they? Once they experience my refined modern tactics, they’ll be left speechless.**”

Zhou Hui’s sudden burst of pride for being a modern man was almost amusing, but his curiosity about the challenge was inevitable.

After a brief pause, Zhou Zuo seemed to make a decision and said with a loud voice.

– **Fine! I leave all the grievances with the Sama family to you. Remember, the honor and revenge of the Zhou clan rests in your hands.**

“**Hmm… Yes.**”

To be honest, Zhou Hui wasn’t particularly moved by the honor or revenge of the Zhou clan, but the mere fact that someone was trying to sabotage his faction war was enough motivation to get him moving.

The Sama family was a worthy adversary.

Zhou Hui walked forward and approached the front of the Sama family’s procession.

The man from the Sama family, who was looking down at him with an aloof expression, slowly lowered his clenched fist from the sky, gazing at Zhou Hui with a calm face.

Zhou Hui greeted him with a friendly smile.

“**Did you need something?**”

Without a word, the man from the Sama family glared at him with cold eyes, and a voice as cold as ice came from his lips.

“**You!**”

Immediately, a massive mental attack began to form around his fist.

**Boom!**

The mental force that formed around his punch caused a sharp wound on Zhou Hui’s face, even though he had dodged it using his thunderous speed.

Wiping the blood dripping from his chin, Zhou Hui smiled slightly.

The **Sword Heaven Almighty Body** was a physical form capable of executing any movement in physics that the human body could replicate. Particularly, the footwork of the **Namgung family**, **Heavenly Wind Step**, was evolved almost perfectly mathematically, incorporating sword formulas.

Even so, he couldn’t avoid the opponent’s punch.

Rather than being angry about this, Zhou Hui felt a rising curiosity.

Could someone exceed the physical power of his **Sword Heaven Almighty Body**?

This could only be explained by a deep mental martial technique, a dense mental formation.

Even though it was only one strike, Zhou Hui immediately recognized that his opponent was using a higher-level mental force than his own.

However, the opponent seemed even more surprised than he was.

“…At your age, you’ve reached **Wuji** (Limitless)?”

The opponent had also immediately grasped Zhou Hui’s level.

Zhou Hui looked at him with a somewhat incredulous expression.

“To be told this by someone who has reached the true extreme of **Wuji**, the boundless realm of martial arts, I can’t help but feel a little wronged.”

Furthermore, the man from the Sama family didn’t seem to be much older than Zhou Hui—he was probably in his forties at most.

The age difference between them was maybe just a decade or so.

However, the gap between **Wuji** and **Wuliang** (Limitless) could, in some ways, be as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

A person who has reached **Wuji** could spend their entire life honing their martial arts and still never reach the realm of **Wuliang**.

“Explain yourself. I have never been involved with the Sama family. I have no grievances with you. Why do you show hostility toward me?”

“Grievance?”

A strong look of contempt flickered across the man’s face.

“Are you denying that you are from the **Cao family**?”

At that moment, Zhou Hui’s face contorted into a wicked expression.

“Then you should have sought the **Little Sword God**, not the descendants of the Cao family, you bastard! What are you trying to confuse me for?”

“What did you say? How dare you!”

Zhou Hui’s mocking continued.

“Hey, Sama bastard, I don’t know the details, but the grudge between the Cao family and you Sama people is as deep as the purgatory. Are we really going to observe formalities? Why this pretense between mortal enemies?”

“Hmph!”

Zhou Hui scratched his ear with his pinky finger and then continued.

“I didn’t expect it… I really didn’t think you’d be this simple.”

“Simple?”

“Well, think about it! Why did I put the name **Cao family** on every branch of the faction instead of those grand and noble titles of the great families? Was it because I’m from a noble lineage? Not at all! I’ve been curious to see how you’d react.”

Zhou Hui flicked his fingers toward the man.

“All this time, you Sama people have been trying to ruin the **Cao family**’s influence in the Central Plains, haven’t you? Judging by how easily you’ve fallen for this obvious trap… tsk, tsk. The title of **Greatest in the World** is no longer yours.”

“Hahaha!”

The man from the Sama family let out a hearty laugh, then fixed his gaze on Zhou Hui with a deep, penetrating look.

“You have quite a sharp tongue. However, words without strength behind them are nothing but empty chatter. But you can’t possibly surpass **Sama Kang**.”

With Sama Kang’s sly smile, Zhou Hui smiled back.

“The rigid thinking of these people from the Central Plains has become so predictable, I’m getting bored with it.”

Does that mean you’re not a person of the Central Plains?

Sama Kang muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Zhou Hui’s eyes turned a deep purple, and his entire aura seemed to collapse.

Sama Kang froze, his expression dazed for a moment, before he expanded his extrasensory perception with his mental power.

But before his senses could pinpoint the location of his opponent, an overwhelming mental force from above descended.

**Tzzzztzzzztzzz**—

Countless dark points appeared around the Sama family’s procession, stretching out like a dark cloud.

Then, a voice whispered directly into Sama Kang’s ear.

– **It’s the Sword God’s sword technique from the **Heavenly Void Path**. You should be able to feel the destructive power of each of those points.**

The Sword God’s sword technique!

Hearing Zhou Hui’s mental voice, Sama Kang couldn’t help but shudder.

This… this was the legendary **Sword God’s Poisonous Sword** technique?

As he slowly gazed at the countless points swallowing the space around him, Sama Kang felt the profound world of the Sword God’s martial arts.

However, while he trembled in awe and his competitive spirit flared, he couldn’t understand what the other man was doing.

Then, Zhou Hui’s mental transmission reached him, and Sama Kang froze like a statue.

– Even if there were five like you, you can’t stop this **Heavenly Void Path**. At least three of those points will crush the Sama family’s procession. I’ll guarantee the complete annihilation of everyone except you.

Sama Kang couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

If one reached the **Wuji** (Limitless) state, they would compete with the top of the Seven Pillars, becoming the leader of martial arts.

For someone who had achieved such a noble state to sneakily attack using mental formations without ever facing him in a direct battle—this was something his long-held pride as a warrior could not accept!

Even without the lofty self-consciousness of a martial artist who had reached such a level, how could a warrior not feel the urge to compete?

– Ah, I see. If your mental force could eradicate the space of three hundred Zhang, then I could be in trouble. But, you see, the moment you start your mental process, I will trigger the **Heavenly Void Path**. Let’s see who’s faster.

The threat was so natural that Sama Kang didn’t even feel angry.

Threatening with hostages was the method of the most wicked of bandits, but it was different here—he couldn’t use his mental force.

The moment he started to use his mental energy, he instinctively knew that his opponent would immediately activate the **Heavenly Void Path** without hesitation.

Just then, an old man’s hearty laugh echoed.

“Hahaha…”

A man slowly emerged from one of the carriages in the Sama family’s procession.

The elderly man had a majestic figure, and his eyes were entirely black with not a hint of white. His strange eyes sent a chill down anyone’s spine.

With his unusual eyes, he gave off an eerie aura that made people instinctively fear him.

The man stared at the countless points that surrounded the procession, his face showing curiosity.

“Hmm. **Heavenly Void Path**, you say?”

Zhou Hui, who had heard the voice from a distance, was greatly shocked.

He had heard the mental transmission? Was that even possible?

But the shock didn’t end there.

“You fool, this is called **Heavenly Ear**. Did you think my **Sixth Sense** wouldn’t be so remarkable?”

The old man’s words shocked everyone.

The ability to hear someone’s mental transmissions was one thing, but could he read someone’s mind as well?

The legend of the **Sixth Sense** really existed?

Just then, Zhou Hui’s ears rang with the Sword God’s thunderous shout.

– This is the **Realm of Nature**! In fact, it might surpass even the peak of my own prime!

Zhou Hui’s face hardened as he hid under the shadows of the Cao family’s construction site.

The **Realm of Nature**?

Zhou Hui couldn’t easily accept the Sword God’s words.

The reason was that he had personally witnessed the Sword God and the Demon God in the **Blood-Eyed Realm**.

A martial artist who had reached the **Realm of Nature** had an overwhelming presence that was beyond words to describe.

But this man with black eyes didn’t give off the feeling of a martial artist—he seemed like an ordinary person who hadn’t trained in martial arts at all.

The overwhelming presence of the Sword God’s gigantic sword or the intense power of the Demon God that could cover the entire world with demonic energy was nowhere to be felt here.

– It’s not strange. As the name suggests, it’s the **Realm of Nature**. Right now, he’s not even drawing upon the natural energy, just emptying himself, which is why he seems like an ordinary person.

The Sword God’s voice was followed by the Demon God’s input.

– However, this level of emptiness is truly astonishing. It’s clear that he’s been devoted to emptying himself for a long time.

At that moment, the black-eyed old man’s face turned pale.

“Indeed… it’s possible to communicate with the esteemed ones of the **Blood-Eyed Realm**.”

Everyone, including Zhou Hui and the others from the **Blood-Eyed Realm**, was shocked by this statement.

– What an extraordinary level of **Heavenly Ear**!

– Truly, a **Divine Being**! How could he achieve such a state and still remain in the mortal realm?

– His **Spirit Realm** is on par with ours.

– Who is this person?

Even the revered ones of the **Blood-Eyed Realm**, who had once dominated the world, were astounded by this existence.

Zhou Hui realized that hiding in the shadows was futile and used his thunderous speed to reappear in the Sama family’s procession.

As he did, the countless points of the **Heavenly Void Path** that had surrounded the procession vanished, leaving only faint afterimages.

“Truly impressive, the way you freely control mental energy. A rare **mental grand accomplishment** in the martial world. I had a feeling, but I never imagined you would be a joint disciple of the Sword God and the Demon God. Hahaha.”

Hearing the black-eyed old man’s voice, Sama Kang looked at Zhou Hui with disbelief.

A joint disciple of the Sword God and the Demon God?

Could such martial artists from different eras really have shared the same teacher?

It was an astonishing statement, one that seemed impossible.

But it was the word of the **Martial Ancestor**, so to question it was a grave sin.

“Let’s walk for a bit.”

The black-eyed old man stepped forward, and Zhou Hui, almost hypnotized, had no choice but to follow.

The man’s voice, like a command, had an irresistible power to it.

Thus, Zhou Hui silently followed the black-eyed old man.

Soon, they arrived at the training grounds of the Sama family.

Once there, the black-eyed old man suddenly raised his left hand, causing a celestial aura to appear.

Whoosh!

The aura wrapped around his right arm.

Thud.

Chohwi stared blankly at the arm of the Black-eyed Elder that had fallen to the ground.

“Ah, no, what is this all of a sudden?”

The Black-eyed Elder’s expression was one of complete indifference, showing no sign of pain.

His black eyes, sinking like an abyss, began to gaze not just at Chohwi, but at the inner beings of the Joga (Jo family) elders.

“…Please forgive Sima (司馬).”

Thud.

The Black-eyed Elder immediately knelt on the ground, bowing his head.

He kept his head lowered, and with a calm voice, he continued.

“To survive today… to preserve this harsh life… I had no choice but to sever all ties with my family and the world. And as a result, I couldn’t stop my descendants from persecuting the Joga.”

At that moment, Chohwi heard the voice of Cao Cao in his mind.

– To betray an oath of eternal loyalty with just an arm and to forgive the sins of the descendants of such a minister?

The Black-eyed Elder looked up at Chohwi.

“Great King (霸王), I know well that the betrayal of an oath by our Sima family has caused you endless suffering. But the grudge of a family like ours is truly nothing compared to the common threat that looms over all of us. Do you really not understand that I stand here today risking my life?”

– Who exactly are you!?

The Black-eyed Elder spoke words that stunned everyone.

“Sima Tianshi, the martial god who was called the ‘War God’ in the martial world.”

Chohwi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The man before him was the legendary martial god, Sima Tianshi?

But that couldn’t be true, could it?

The era of the War God was three hundred years ago.

How could a human live for over three hundred years, considering their short lifespan?

The answer came from the Demon God.

– Once one reaches the realm of Nature’s Realm, their life span transcends human limitations. It is not so strange.

Could the true abilities of those revered as martial gods in the martial world be this exaggerated?

Indeed, such a power would allow one to break free from the constraints of the human form, making them a figure that even the highest of gods would need to watch carefully.

Chohwi recalled a phrase from a modern-era human’s writings left behind in the Sword Tower:

[Great beings, the constellations, seem to have their attention drawn to me.]

From this, it seemed that the ancient modern humans had already surpassed Nature’s Realm and reached the realm beyond it.

If no new competitor or seat (position of power) was desired, then the ordinary response would be to guard against and eliminate the Three Gods.

But thinking back on the writings from the stone tablets of the Three Demonic Swords, things didn’t add up.

[Come to the Divine Seat.]

What was this nonsense?

This was the god-seated being who had sent followers to hunt down the War God and the Demon God.

Now, they were asking to come to the Divine Seat?

It made no sense.

At that moment, the voice of the War God echoed in Chohwi’s mind.

– War God! Withdraw the Nature’s Force! Hurry!

The War God’s face changed to a carefree smile.

“Hahaha… It’s too late. I have already prepared for this the moment I returned to the world.”

Only then did the Demon God realize why the War God had been so intent on emptying himself.

His emptiness was a desperate will to protect himself from the attention of the Divine Seat.

For three hundred years, he had erased himself in order to avoid their gaze.

This choice of discarding his pride as a martial god was beyond imagination.

The War God and the Demon God could not help but feel sympathy.

At that moment, purple energy began to ripple in the air above where the War God stood.

Chohwi, who had already witnessed such scenes in the Spirit Realm, recognized it immediately.

This energy was the divine power of someone who had reached the Divine Seat.

“It’s the Divine Power of the Divine Seat! We must avoid it!”

Despite Chohwi’s panic, the War God only smiled calmly.

The War God then raised his hand.

The ground trembled with a low rumble.

Chohwi quickly observed with his Sword of Heaven’s Power, and what he saw was a massive amount of physical force gathering around the War God’s hand, an overwhelming vector of energy.

Simultaneously, the energy that had been suffusing the entire Poyang Lake lost its strength.

The vitality of the trees and plants faded, and the mist on the lake and the wind that had been blowing subsided.

Chohwi felt the ground turn dry and lifeless, realizing the terrifying impact of a martial artist using all their power in the realm of Nature’s Force.

The War God’s mind power, which seemed to have enveloped the entire Poyang Lake like a vast sea, was shuddering with an intense power.

The War God clenched his fist.

Crack!

The space around him twisted, and the purple divine power leaking from the cracks gradually weakened.

It was amazing.

Could the power of the Nature’s Realm be stopped by divine force?

“We don’t have much time left. Soon, I will lose my life. Hurry.”

The War God spoke these words, then took out a jade pendant from around his neck and handed it to Chohwi.

Chohwi, shocked, looked at the pendant.

“…Why are you giving this to me?”

“Gather all the jade pendants. It is your destined fate.”

Then, the jade pendant began to slowly disintegrate and turn into gas. This phenomenon was exactly like what happened when Chohwi had encountered the Golden Celestial Jade in the Temple of Heavenly Demons.

As the jade began to transform, the War God smiled with a face of relief, as though he had lived only for today.

Looking up at the purple energy once more, he gave a gentle smile.

“Haha, everything has come together for you… Now, the Divine Seat will never rest again.”

With that, the War God turned his gaze towards his descendants, the Sima family.

“Lonely and pitiful children. I hope you will live well with them.”

“Uh, War God…?”

As the War God began to act like someone preparing to end their life, Chohwi could not suppress his growing unease and confusion.

At that moment, the purple divine power changed into lightning and struck the War God directly.

Crack!

In an instant, the great War God vanished without a trace, leaving no remnant behind.

“…….”

As Chohwi stood frozen in a dazed expression, the energy of the Wutian Zhenyu (the Jade of Martial Heaven), now fully transformed, rapidly gathered towards Chohwi’s Yicheon Blood Jade (the Jade of Heavenly Blood).

“Ugh!”

Another intense headache surged through him.

At the same time, the Yicheon Blood Jade began to transform.

Whoosh!

Red, blue, and yellow waves of light swirled chaotically inside the jade, eventually merging into a dazzling, multicolored aura, revealing a brilliant appearance.

In that moment, Chohwi felt something within him shatter and then reassemble.

It was like a wall that had been blocking him collapsing, or the sensation of rediscovering something he had forgotten.

– Welcome.

Suddenly, the voice of the War God echoed in Chohwi’s mind.

The awkwardness of the situation seemed almost palpable.

‘Could it be… the elders of the Sima family?’

Soon, Chohwi heard the harsh curses of Cao Cao.

– Have you ever seen a scoundrel like this!? You want me to live here with those scoundrels for eternity? I, this King, cannot do that! I absolutely cannot! Ah! Who is that!?

– Hoo… Mengde, Duke.

– Aaaah!

You bastard!

After death, he was deified, granted an imperial title, and enshrined with divine honors, so now he is on equal footing with me, is that it!?

Daring to call him “Duke!”

“Ha…”

Chohwi, after hearing Cao Cao’s tearful(?) reunion with the Sima family, tried to calm himself as best as he could.

For Chohwi, this was truly like a bolt from the blue.

At that moment, Sima Kang arrived at the training ground with a twisted, mad expression on his face.

“What, what is this? Where has the Martial Ancestor gone?”

Just three months ago, Sima Tianshi, the Martial Ancestor of the Sima family, had mysteriously reappeared after two hundred years of absence, bringing immense joy to the family.

But now, the Martial Ancestor was nowhere to be found again.

A sense of foreboding gripped Sima Kang as he glared at Chohwi.

Chohwi spoke calmly.

“He has passed away.”

Sima Kang’s face twisted into a more demonic expression.

“W-what do you mean by that?”

But Chohwi, with a detached air, simply responded.

“He passed away here.”

Sima Kang’s pupils began to dilate with intense fury.

“You bastard!”

A tremendous surge of mental energy exploded from Sima Kang, spreading across the entire Sima family assembly.

Chohwi, unfazed, continued to observe calmly.

There was no need to provoke him further with unnecessary explanations. After all, he understood why Sima Kang was so enraged.

It was entirely natural for someone who had just declared the sudden death of a prominent family elder, whom he had only just seen a few months ago, to react with such intense fury.

It would be pointless to explain the mystical concepts of the Divine Seat, the Yicheon Blood Jade, or other secrets of the world. Sima Kang would not believe any of it.

Sima Kang, consumed by rage, stared at Chohwi with a murderous gaze. However, Chohwi knew full well that even though Sima Kang was known as a master of martial arts, his skills could not even brush against the War God’s cloak.

Thus, Sima Kang’s fury gradually began to subside.

“Damn it.”

From the moment Sima Kang had left the family estate, nothing had felt right.

The sudden reappearance of the Martial Ancestor, who had commanded the opening of the family gates and participation in the unexpected internal faction war, and the cooperation with them—it was all a set of orders he could not have followed under normal circumstances.

Had it not been for the Martial Ancestor’s imperial command, Sima Kang would never have agreed to any of it.

These were commands that could harm the prestige and authority of the Zhongtian Protectorate!

“Ha… What on earth is happening here?”

Sima Kang’s intense gaze.

Chohwi’s face turned bitter.

“He has long transcended the lifespan of ordinary humans. He simply chose this place as the final destination of his fate.”

“Why here, of all places?!”

“I was about to say, they say you shouldn’t even go to a funeral when there’s a joyous event ahead, so why did he choose to pass away right at the time of our faction’s tournament? Damn it, is he asking for incense to be burned?”

“You…!”

As Sima Kang’s temper flared at Chohwi’s unrestrained criticism of the family’s great Martial Ancestor, his anger seemed to reach its peak once again.

“Can you please calm down? What are you doing at someone else’s banquet, causing such a ruckus? I too regret the passing of our great elder, but if you represent the Sima family, I cannot tolerate any more rudeness. You should show respect when it’s due. Or are you looking for a fight? If that’s what you want, I’ll gladly oblige.”

“…”

Had Sima Kang ever been treated like this while living as the head of the prestigious Sima family?

Even the leader of the Martial Alliance, Wuhuang, would never dare to speak to him like this.

And yet, Chohwi’s eyes, as clear and transparent as the water of a sword deity, were anything but hesitant.

It was the gaze of someone who would strike without the slightest hesitation if things escalated.

“Truly, you are a bold one. How dare you stand so confidently before the name of the Sima family. Are you truly not afraid of death?”

Death?

Could you even bring about such a thing?

Chohwi could only chuckle bitterly.

The beings within the jade would never allow such an outcome.

Looking at the situation, it seemed that before the Sword Deity could intervene, the Martial God would possess Chohwi’s body and punish Sima Kang instead.

And if the Celestial Wu, a being even stronger than the Three Gods, someone approaching the level of a Great Immortal, were to possess him?

Without the intervention of the Divine Seat, Celestial Wu alone possessed the ability to erase the entire Central Plains.

But even disregarding that, Chohwi was confident that with his own pure abilities, he could never be defeated by Sima Kang.

“No matter how great the realm of impermanence is, you can’t kill me. If you’re curious, feel free to try. I’ll make sure to erase the Sima family from the Central Plains for good.”

As he made that declaration, Chohwi’s eyes and entire body began to radiate a violet glow.

Whoooosh!

The light enveloping his eyes, glowing intensely like molten lava, contained an overwhelming power that could not simply be categorized as a mere stage of cultivation.

“The Celestial Demon Art,” Sima Kang muttered, immediately recognizing the source of Chohwi’s power.

“Such words might upset the Martial Deity, you know. The Martial Deity once said, ‘What in the world has been done to my Martial Art!’”

Sima Kang was struck dumb by Chohwi’s words, as if Chohwi had spoken as if he had actually conversed with the Martial Deity himself.

What kind of lunatic is this?

“So, are you looking to fight now?” Sima Kang said, clearly at the end of his patience.

After the thunderbolt-like news of the Martial Ancestor’s passing and Chohwi’s repeated threats, Sima Kang’s mind was beginning to lose focus.

Knowing that his opponent was the type who would do whatever it took to achieve his goals, Sima Kang realized he could not act rashly.

“Hmph.”

Sima Kang’s figure blurred for a moment before he moved away, quickly joining the procession of the Sima family.

Chohwi couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What a lightweight.”

As the Sima family’s procession left the entrance of the Great Gathering and joined the procession of the Nine Factions, the distinguished members of the Nine Factions were too distracted by the new innovations of the Great Gathering to remember the incident with Han Seolhyeon.

Since the Meng had already declared an alliance with the Great Gathering, they considered the matter outside of their hands.

Some of the members of the Nine Factions welcomed the Sima family’s procession, but humans are inherently curious creatures, and their curiosity for the new innovations of the Great Gathering could not be stopped.

When Chohwi returned to the procession of the Nine Factions, he was stunned by an unexpected sight.

Although the venue with the Great Gathering’s pride, the Divine Carriage, Han Bingzhu, and Heo Cheongsu, was crowded with people, the place that was most overwhelmingly packed with admirers was somewhere else entirely.

And it was a place that was completely unexpected by Chohwi.

“People are crazy for leather clothes?” he thought.

The place with the most people was surprisingly the exhibition hall where women who had learned the Northern Sea’s tailoring techniques from Han Seolhyeon were displaying their leather clothes.

Chohwi had ordered leather jackets from Han Seolhyeon, designed similarly to modern-day rider jackets.

He requested a jacket made from natural cowhide, without separating the lining from the exterior, emphasizing practicality and simplicity.

To the people of the martial world, these leather jackets were utterly unfamiliar and shocking.

In Central Plains, where Confucianism deeply rooted in the people’s minds, the custom was to hide all pockets inside wide sleeves when making clothes.

This tradition stemmed from the Confucian teachings, which discouraged flaunting wealth.

As a result, people carried small bags in their sleeves, making it inconvenient to carry coins or personal items alongside other belongings.

In contrast, the leather jackets from the Great Gathering’s display were revolutionary clothing.

The jacket, adorned with six pockets on the chest, waist, and sides, looked both shocking and stylish to the Central Plains people.

They had never seen such a design before.

What surprised them most was how the jacket could have so many pockets yet still appear so refined.

The elegant collar, which wrapped around the chest, was also an unprecedented style in the Central Plains.

The intricate stitching of the leather was also a fresh shock to the people of the region.

“Can I buy one of these right now?”

“Give me a set! I’ll buy it right now!”

The repeated requests of the martial artists left the women in the exhibition hall flustered.

The leather jacket display was still an unofficial organization that had not yet received an official name from the headquarters.

So far, only prototype products had been produced.

At that moment, Chohwi quickly approached and stood at the front of the exhibition hall.

His face was filled with excitement and anticipation.

The Great Gathering’s new blockbuster product was about to be born, following in the footsteps of the Divine Carriage, Heo Cheongsu, and Han Bingzhu.

“Ah, thank you for your support of our Cao Family Leather Store’s leather jackets. Unfortunately, we regret to inform you that our stock is currently limited. However, if you are interested in purchasing, please leave the quantity and your measurements with us, and our staff will visit you individually to deliver the products.”

The additional remark about “shipping fees are separate” was, of course, left out.

The primary goal was to emphasize the product’s appeal first.

In business, it’s fundamental to talk about the price last.

However, the largest martial arts sect in the region, the Dragon Fist Sect, was represented by its leader, Mak Yeop, who expressed curiosity.

“How much for one?”

At that, Jo Hwi’s face instantly crumpled.

Damn it, he had planned to mention the price much later.

After a brief hesitation, Jo Hwi hurriedly did the calculations.

In the martial world, swordsmen especially take great pride in their appearance.

Even the distinguished figures of the Nine Sects would readily open their coin purses to buy the finest silken robes.

“Thirty-nine silver taels.”

“What? What did you say?”

The women from Jo’s Leather Shop were all taken aback, their eyes wide in shock.

The price was far higher than what they expected, considering the raw materials and labor involved.

Even if the high-quality cowhide and over a month of tanning were factored in, the cost price would be hard to exceed five silver taels.

“But, how could I charge the esteemed martial arts masters full price? That’s not the way of the martial world. I’ll give you a special discount—thirty percent off. Twenty-seven silver taels! Honestly, it’s a price that doesn’t even reflect the quality of the leather.”

“Hoho?”

At Jo Hwi’s declaration of the discount, the martial artists quickly showed their approval.

Everyone knew that discounts were a form of trickery, but somehow it still felt like a good deal.

Twenty silver taels was about the same price as the finest silken robes, so how could they resist?

“Can I try it on first?”

Jo Hwi smiled warmly.

“Of course! It’s no problem at all to try it on.”

“Thank you.”

The women, having received Jo Hwi’s signal, approached Mak Yeop and draped the jacket over him.

When the dull black rider jacket was placed over Mak Yeop’s martial attire, a crowd of martial artists gathered around, admiring the sight.

“Wow! That’s truly a magnificent look!”

“The most impressive outfit I’ve seen!”

“Ahh!”

Mak Yeop, having taken out his coin pouch hidden in his sleeve, slipped it into one of the jacket’s pockets and nodded in satisfaction.

“Indeed!”

Next, his nameplate went into the chest pocket, his golden arrow into the waist pocket, and his bundle of silver needles into the belly pocket.

“Ah! If I remember where everything is, there’s no need to fumble through my sleeves anymore!”

“Truly convenient!”

It seemed as though Mak Yeop had made up his mind. He approached Jo Hwi, took off the jacket, and confidently declared:

“Our Dragon Fist Sect will pre-order thirty sets!”

Jo Hwi raised his voice in response.

“Indeed, the Dragon Fist Sect truly represents the martial world of Jeongju! Such a heroic decision!”

At this, the eyebrows of Ho Il-sang, the leader of the Golden Frog Gang, twitched.

The Golden Frog Gang, known for its legendary martial art of combined harmony, had long been a rival to the Dragon Fist Sect.

“Sixty sets! The Golden Frog Gang will pre-order sixty!”

The martial leaders, with their fierce competition, were determined to show their might.

“The Great Elder Clan of Kunlun will order one hundred sets.”

The sudden, unexpected large order from the Kunlun Sword Sect’s elder group, the Tae No Bu, caused quite a stir.

The Tae No Bu consisted of fewer than twenty members, so a hundred sets?

Jo Hwi, still surprised, asked the Kunlun Sword Master:

“A hundred sets? Are you sure you want that many?”

“We’ll distribute them to the Kunlun disciples as well.”

“Ah!”

At this moment, Jo Hwi had no idea how big of a sensation his rider jackets would cause in the martial world.

Without a sword, one could no longer call themselves a true martial artist—such was the trend!

The Gucci of the martial world, the Chanel of the Jianghu, was being born right then and there.