The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 189

Time flew by like an arrow, and it was the day before the Taoist-Buddhist Great War.

All of us, the disciples of the Un generation, without a single one missing, went to the Jade Clear Gate and stood in two lines.

Because today was the day that the Shaolin monks would arrive at the Wudang Sect to hold the competition.

Since it is said to be a long-standing tradition for all the youngest disciples to come out and welcome the other party, I, who was precious of every minute and second because I was training the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm, had no choice but to come out.

'How many familiar faces will come?'

In fact, although it was annoying to be out here and a waste of time, there was also quite a lot of anticipation in my heart.

Because it was a place where I could be the first to check who would come as the representative of Shaolin.

Since I remembered most of the faces of the monks who seemed to have outstanding qualities when I went to Shaolin, I would be able to check them right away if they came.

"They say they're almost all the way up, so even if your legs hurt, just wait a little longer. Well... you can endure all day even while doing the horse stance, so your legs probably won't hurt this much."

When Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong, who had come along as our guide, said jokingly, a few of my senior brothers chuckled.

Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong, who had safely returned to the Wudang Sect, after recovering his body, had just begun to train several times harder than before.

It seemed that my senior uncle thought that it was all his fault that he was in danger of dying because of the Demonic Cult guys this time, and that because of that, my master and I had to come all the way to that distant Xinjiang.

'Yes. It's actually a good thing.'

Although my senior uncle had overcome the danger of dying several times, if you only think in a positive way, it is no different from the orthodox martial world, and the Wudang Sect, having gained several things.

Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong originally plays a big role in the Wudang Sect.

As the top master of the Wudang Sect, he is active on the front lines for his entire life and plays a big role in the war with the Demonic Cult.

Although he is eventually defeated by a high-ranking master of the Demonic Cult and passes away, if he increases the intensity of his training from now on, he will surely become a much stronger martial artist than the Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong in my memory at that point.

As I was thinking about that, the sound of powerful footsteps began to be heard from below the Jade Clear Gate.

My senior brothers, as if they had also heard the footsteps, began to get tense.

There is no need to worry about who the owner of those footsteps is.

"The Shaolin monks are coming in."

As soon as someone's words ended, as if the shadows of people were flickering, shiny heads began to come up in a line, reflecting the sunlight.

How hard they had trained, you couldn't even find a pale head, and they were all tanned to a copper color.

I recognized the face of the monk who was coming in at the very front.

'I think that person was called Monk Mu Seong...'

Monk Mu Seong is of the Mu generation.

So they are half a generation higher than our master or Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong, and half a generation lower than our senior uncles, but Monk Mu Seong is definitely a monk who I was indebted to at the infirmary.

I think I heard that he was the head of the infirmary, and it seemed he was in charge of leading today.

And right behind him, one person was following.

He is the only Yeong generation martial artist among the monks who are coming to Shaolin today.

'Great Master Yeong Hwan...'

Although he is not yet old enough to be called a great master, and he has not yet established any achievements, the name Great Master Yeong Hwan is more familiar to me than the name Monk Yeong Hwan.

Perhaps it is because the achievements and martial arts he showed in his previous life are deeply engraved in my mind.

A martial artist among the martial artists of the orthodox martial world who was worthy of the expression of competing with the Demonic Cult leader in a fight.

Although he was eventually killed by him, the only martial artist who had exchanged dozens of blows with the cult leader was him.

Monk Yeong Hwan, who was walking while looking only ahead, after confirming where I was from a distance, is slowly walking in, staring only at me.

At this point, to be honest, I'm starting to get scared.

'Why is he so obsessed with me?'

Well, to be honest, I also know the reason well.

Great Master Yeong Hwan must have lived without knowing defeat since he was very young.

Because his special qualities and diligent personality were enough to lead him to the top.

But he suffered his first defeat in his life from me, who had suddenly appeared at the Shaolin Temple.

And it wasn't that I started the fight first, but he, who had heard the rumor that his junior brothers were being mercilessly defeated, had tried to defeat me on behalf of his junior brothers, but he was defeated instead, so his sense of injustice must have been doubled.

But the person who is really wronged is me.

'No, at that time, the spar was definitely my loss.'

It was I who gave up the fight, making a dying sound while fighting, and was eventually carried to the infirmary.

The reason I remember the face of Monk Mu Seong, who came as the leader of today's group, is because I was indebted to the infirmary after collapsing at that time.

In fact, the person who had tasted the bitterness of his first defeat after returning to the young body of Unhwi was me, but why on earth is Monk Yeong Hwan so obsessed with me, even spreading the false rumor that I had won? When I get the chance later, I must ask him what his intention is.

"Welcome. The sect leader is waiting."

"Thank you very much for this warm welcome. Our abbot and senior uncles are scheduled to arrive early tomorrow morning."

"We have already heard the news that you are coming separately because you have an important matter. For now, you must be tired from the long journey, so please come in."

Although Monk Mu Seong is half a generation higher than Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong, he still had a very polite and courteous attitude.

He showed a dignity that made one naturally say, 'As expected of Shaolin.'

"Then we will be on our way. Everyone, follow me."

"Understood."

The Shaolin monks answered loudly and then followed Monk Mu Seong.

Monk Yeong Hwan did not say a single word.

It seemed that he was not here as a person who was receiving special treatment, but as one of the many monks who were participating in the Taoist-Buddhist Great War.

Perhaps because of that, Senior Uncle Hyeon Cheong also glanced at Monk Yeong Hwan, but he did not bother to speak to him.

"We have already prepared the lodgings. After you have greeted the sect leader, may we guide you there?"

"We are grateful. Since you have given us such a warm welcome, even if it is a place where straw is laid on the ground, we will be grateful."

The two of them talked very amicably and went inside, and we stood in line until all the Shaolin monks had entered the Wudang Sect.

The number of Shaolin monks who have arrived at the Wudang Sect now is exactly thirty-one.

It seems it is the thirty who are participating in the Taoist-Buddhist Great War, plus Monk Mu Seong who is leading them.

As expected, among the Shaolin monks who are passing by us, there are several familiar faces.

'Monk Il-jik, Monk Il-yeong... no, it seems Monk Il-u has also trained hard enough to participate in the Taoist-Buddhist Great War.'

From the faces that should naturally be there, to the very unexpected faces.

I can see how much they have worked hard in the past.

'Why are their bodies so good... did they learn the same Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic as me...? At this point, I really think I need to investigate what they eat in Shaolin.'

One common thing about the monks who came to the Wudang Sect is that they all have amazing bodies.

Putting aside the fact that from when I saw them before until now is their growth period, it seems that everyone's shoulders have grown by a hand's breadth, and the thickness of their forearms and thighs has also become very thick.

'Although the qi training of Shaolin is also amazing, in fact, their real strength comes from their well-trained bodies. There is absolutely nothing wrong with our Wudang also training the body, which is the foundation of martial arts.'

That is a story that Senior Uncle Ok Hang had told me someday, saying that my training method might be a rather good training method.

The Wudang Sect was originally a place that focused only on qi training.

Because of my training method, when everyone's bodies began to become muscular, some of my senior uncles and grand uncles, who were worried that Wudang would lose its identity, had dismissed their concerns in this way.

And in fact, I, and our senior brothers, have proved with our bodies that my senior uncle's words are true.

Because my senior brothers all have strong bodies that are not inferior to the Shaolin monks, and in addition, their martial arts skills and the amount of internal energy they have are evaluated as the best among the three generations of disciples.

'And if we win this Taoist-Buddhist Great War... with this, that proof will be complete.'

The reason why not only I, but also my senior uncles and grand uncles are looking forward to the victory of this Taoist-Buddhist Great War is precisely this.

It is the belief that our training was by no means in vain, and that we are not inferior to the Shaolin monks.

"Unhwi-ya. Now let's go in too. Although the competition is tomorrow, we still have to do what we have to do today."

Senior Brother Un Cheol, before I could even say anything, said something commendable first.

I have already given my senior brother a heads-up that he has to go to Zhejiang Province after this competition is over.

In fact, my senior brother has already made his debut in the martial world.

Because he has gone out into the martial world and fought a lot, and has already experienced quite a lot.

But when he left Wudang for the matter of the Eung-nam Merchant Guild, and when he left Wudang for Nangong Sang-hyeon's birthday party, he did not go out after receiving a formal mission, but he went out for other activities that were not missions, and something happened.

If he goes out after receiving a formal mission like this time, it is no different from the Wudang Sect officially recognizing his debut in the martial world, so it seems my senior brother already has the right mindset for it.

"Yes. Because I also have something I have to do."

Since the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm is still not completely familiar to my hands, I am thinking of putting more effort into training the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm more intensively today.

If it is at a level where I can't use it in a real battle, I will have to not use it at all and face him with what I originally have, but for some reason, the moment I learned this martial art, I had a strong intuition.

The intuition that if I use this martial art properly, I will surely be able to create a big variable in the fight with Monk Yeong Hwan.

***

The Shaolin monks, after greeting the sect leader of the Wudang Sect, were assigned the lodgings they would use.

Since the Taoist-Buddhist Great War is not a competition that ends in one day, the lodgings they will use are also very important.

Because if a person's sleeping place changes, it can be difficult to maintain their physical condition.

In that sense, the Wudang Sect prepared the best lodgings they could, and even changed all the bedding to new ones.

Because they didn't want to be criticized for something like this.

And when they went to Shaolin, the Shaolin monks had also treated the Wudang Taoists with the best hospitality, so this was a natural thing.

"Yeong Hwan. Are you not tired?"

Monk Mu Seong approached Yeong Hwan, who was silently unpacking the luggage he had brought in the room he had been assigned, and said.

Originally, Yeong Hwan is not that quiet.

He usually gets along well with his junior brothers, and when he is in a good mood, he is also good at joking, but today he has been silent since the morning.

"Today... when I was climbing Mount Wudang, I saw that there were stairs that were not there before. Thanks to that, I came up comfortably and am not very tired."

"That's right, the children were also amazed. They said they had heard that Mount Wudang was in a very deep and rugged place, but when they came and climbed it today, it was closer than they thought."

"I heard from my master that those stairs were also all laid thanks to the donor Unhwi. I was surprised and envious of the fact that the donor Unhwi is already doing things that are helpful to his sect at that age."

"......"

Mu Seong could not answer anything.

Because recently, whatever Yeong Hwan said, the conversation eventually led to the story of Unhwi.

At first, he had also told him that too much obsession would only bring about an inner demon, but it seemed that he could not see anything other than Unhwi now.

'This must also all be the will of the Buddha...'

Mu Seong, who had lost his words, told Yeong Hwan to rest well and then left his lodging.

He only hoped that this competition would pass without any trouble.