The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 197

"Waaahhh!!"

"We won. We won!"

"Wudang has finally defeated Shaolin!"

"Unhwi has really defeated Monk Yeong Hwan, who is considered the best among the Yeong generation!"

As soon as the victory was declared, as if they were shouting all at once, including what they had been holding back without even shouting until now, my senior brothers are shouting in excitement without exception.

Even Un Gwang, who had been in despair after losing the group match a little while ago, is shouting loudly as if he has forgotten all about the previous events.

But I, for one, have no strength to move.

I don't know if it's because my level is lacking, or if this martial art is originally like this, but the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm has taken away all my internal energy in an instant, and thanks to that, both my upper and lower dantians are completely empty.

Although I have often felt a sense of exhaustion due to my dantian being depleted, this is the first time I have felt that even my upper dantian is empty.

'I thought the upper dantian was not a real dantian, but a conceptual feeling, but was it not...?'

While I was having all sorts of miscellaneous thoughts, the sound of my senior brothers shouting also became increasingly muffled, and the sky also became increasingly yellow.

Seeing that my vision suddenly dropped, I must have sat down.

I, after contemplating for a moment whether to get up again, let go of my sword and supported my body by putting both hands on the ground.

Although I want to collapse right away, I don't want to show myself collapsing now.

As I was barely collecting myself like that, Senior Uncle Ok Hang, who had confirmed that Monk Yeong Hwan was being carried away, ran to me and asked, "Unhwi-ya. Are you okay? Should I send you to the infirmary if you're not feeling well? Did you get an internal injury by any chance..."

"Senior Uncle. I'm fine. It's just that my energy is depleted for a moment. I'll get up soon."

Senior Uncle Ok Hang, after looking at me with pitiful eyes, lightly touched my shoulder and then got up and went to the sect leader and said something.

He must be saying that I'm fine.

The warmth of Senior Uncle Ok Hang's hand, which had touched my shoulder a little while ago, still remains.

Although there was an atmosphere where everyone recognized me before, it seems that it has become more certain with this incident.

To think that I can feel such warmth from Senior Uncle Ok Hang, whose personality is usually as cold as ice.

"Donor Unhwi. Are you not seriously injured?"

At that time, a voice that seemed to be buzzing in my ear was heard.

Although it seems to be speaking right next to me, of course, there is no one next to me.

But, realizing that the voice was familiar, I immediately turned my head towards the side where the abbot of Shaolin, the great master Gak-il, was sitting.

"Yes, Abbot. I am not seriously injured. I am thinking of getting up now."

Although I did not deliberately shout loudly, but spoke softly, I can see the great master Gak-il, who is far away, nodding his head.

It is truly a tremendously profound internal energy.

"That's a relief. Although Yeong Hwan has received a great shock, it seems it is not a very serious injury. Don't worry too much."

"Thank you for your concern."

Still, perhaps because I had been sitting for a very short time, I feel that my mind and body have recovered to some extent.

I stealthily got up and went down the spar stage. Although it is very burdensome because it seems everyone's attention is focused on me, it is not a bad feeling.

When I defeated Mo Yong Baekjin in the spar tournament held by the Mo Yong family in my previous life, the atmosphere was similar to today.

A quiet atmosphere where everyone is just staring at me until I go to my seat and sit down.

But, the biggest difference between then and now is that at that time, everyone was looking at me with a murderous intent, but now everyone is looking at me with a friendly gaze.

Although it is natural for our Wudang family to do so, even the monks of the Shaolin Temple are looking at me with a pleased expression.

To be honest, that sight is surprising.

Still, since they have been defeated by Wudang in such an important competition, it is understandable that they would be a little resentful, but they are sincerely congratulating me and the Wudang Sect.

I think I can indirectly understand why Shaolin is called a place like the foundation of the orthodox faction.

"Hwi-ya. You've worked hard."

"You did well. It was really amazing."

"It was a wonderful spar. You are raising the spirit of Wudang."

As soon as I returned to the Wudang Sect's side, the senior uncles and grand uncles who had been sitting in front first all threw a word at me.

I, being too flustered, answered appropriately and then went to my seat and sat down.

Although I am trying hard to pretend to be fine, in fact, I am not fine at all.

I have the desire to do qi circulation or sleep right away.

"Thank you for showing a good performance in the long spar tournament that lasted for three days."

When a voice was heard from the spar stage, I raised my head and looked up, and the sect leader, who I don't know when he went up, was up there.

The sect leader continued to speak.

"Putting aside the result of the spar, I hope that from now on, it will be an atmosphere of comfortable exchange. Until now, the disciples of the Shaolin Temple and our Wudang were not allowed to enter each other's quarters, but from now on, I will lift that restriction. In the evening, we will hold a small banquet, and at that time, we will award the best martial artist, so I hope everyone will attend and enjoy it."

The sect leader said that and then went down from the spar stage.

I was so busy with my training that I hadn't even thought of going to see the Shaolin monks until now, but to think that access was restricted to each other... even if I had wanted to go, it was a situation where I couldn't.

"Then we will go down to our lodgings for a while and rest."

"I understand. I will see you at the banquet later."

As the Shaolin monks said that and all moved their steps and went down again in the direction they had come up.

Our senior brothers waited silently until all the Shaolin monks had completely left the training ground, and then, a long time after they had left.

"Waaahhh!!"

"We won!!"

"Unhwi! Unhwi! Unhwi!"

"We won the Taoist-Buddhist Great War! We won!"

They began to pour out the shouts they had been holding back again.

To the extent that my ears are all deaf from how loudly they are shouting.

Even Senior Brother Un Cheol, who usually doesn't make such a fuss, is now joining in and shouting.

We all put our arms around each other's shoulders and enjoyed the victory, even doing a strange dance, and some of my senior uncles, with their bodies twitching, looked as if they wanted to join us.

"You guys... yes. Do as you please today. Hahaha!"

The sect leader also laughed loudly as he looked at us.

It seems he is very happy about the victory of the Taoist-Buddhist Great War.

Now that I have also recovered some of my energy, I got up from my seat and began to shout and do a strange dance with my senior brothers.

Strangely, as if my heart were controlling my body, not my head, even though I had never done such a bizarre dance in my life, my body moved on its own.

As we did a strange dance and shouted strange things, I felt that our Wudang Sect was becoming one.

***

After enjoying the victory at the spar stage for a while, we decided to disperse to our respective rooms and rest.

Because after moving vigorously, you have to rest properly so that you don't get sick later, so they gave us enough time until the evening banquet began.

But, who am I? My body has already returned to normal.

Because thanks to the Dynamic Qigong and qi training I have been training hard, my recovery power was so tremendous that it could not be compared to others.

So I headed for the infirmary.

Because the person I wanted to see and talk to the most quickly right now was none other than Monk Yeong Hwan.

"Hwi-ya. You're here."

"Yes, Senior Uncle. Have you been here all this time without even seeing the Taoist-Buddhist Great War?"

"Well. I can't help it. Because that's my role."

When I arrived at the infirmary, Senior Uncle Hyeon-ju, who is of the same generation as our master, greeted me.

Senior Uncle Hyeon-ju is the disciple of Senior Uncle Ok-myeong, and both Senior Uncle Ok-myeong and Senior Uncle Hyeon-ju are people who have learned medicine, not martial arts.

But since medicine also requires considerable internal energy, they do not neglect their internal energy training.

That is, it means that they are people who can fight if they want to at any time.

"But Senior Uncle, your reaction is as if you knew I would come."

"Go into the room at the very end. Monk Yeong Hwan woke up a little while ago, and as soon as he got up, he was looking for you. And he even asked me to let you in right away if you came."

I smiled. Just as I had wanted to talk to Monk Yeong Hwan quickly after the spar was over, it seemed Monk Yeong Hwan had also thought of me the most.

"Thank you, Senior Uncle."

"It's something I should do, so what's there to thank me for?"

I, to my senior uncle who was saying that, bowed my head and then went into the room at the very end.

Then I saw Monk Yeong Hwan, who had already gotten up from his seat and was looking out the window.

"No, is it okay for you to be up already? You should rest a little more."

"Hoho... I couldn't sit still because it was stuffy. My body has also gotten quite a bit better."

"It's a relief that it's not a serious injury. To be honest, I was also so surprised after hitting you."

Monk Yeong Hwan let out a small laugh.

Then he suddenly untied the front of his clothes and opened them.

On his chest was a clear handprint, which seemed to be the mark of being hit by my Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm a little while ago.

"Although I was hit so hard that a handprint was left like this, thanks to the grace of the Buddha, there was almost no internal injury. Ah! Maybe it's the consideration of the donor Unhwi, not the Buddha?"

I, in the end, did not let the energy of the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm explode inside Monk Yeong Hwan, but scattered it so that it would flow out of his body through him.

Monk Yeong Hwan, noticing that, is saying this.

"Well. Or it could be the effect of the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic."

"Haha... a complete defeat. A complete defeat."

He said with a much more refreshed face.

A face that is completely different from when he first set foot in Wudang.

At that time, he had the face of a martial artist who was obsessed with victory and strength, but now he has the face of a Buddha, as if he has reached enlightenment.

"To be honest, it's not a complete defeat. Since I have now shown all my hidden cards, the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm, if we fight one more time, won't I lose then?"

"Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm. Was the name of that palm technique the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm?"

"Yes. That's right."

"So that's why it felt similar to our Shaolin's Buddhist power. The energy of subduing demons is the energy of the heavens."

"Buddhist power... so you call it Buddhist power in Shaolin. We call it immortal energy."

We exchanged a few more words about martial arts without any particular purpose.

There was no need for congratulations for the winner or consolation for the loser.

I knew for sure with this fight.

Although we are in the same camp, Monk Yeong Hwan and I will continue to compete in the future, and we will also develop together.

"Then... since you seem to be okay, I will be on my way. They say there will be a small banquet in the evening. Will you be able to come out then?"

"I will try my best to go out. To be honest, if it were up to me, I would of course want to attend, but since it is a matter that I have to talk to my master about."

He said as he scratched his nose as if he were in a difficult situation.

Well, if I were the great master Gak-il, I would also tell him to be careful for a while.

Monk Yeong Hwan, apart from being the abbot's disciple, is also the best talent of Shaolin at present.

He would not want to create a situation where he gets sick by moving wrongly right after a spar.

"Yes. I hope I can see you later."

As I was about to leave the room after saying that, Monk Yeong Hwan called out to me.

"Wait, donor Unhwi."

"Yes?"

"Next time... if there is another chance next time, can you have a spar with me?"

Since it was a matter that did not require any thought, I immediately nodded my head.

"Of course. It's something I should be asking for."

"Then how about we make a promise now? To have another match a year from now."

"Alright. Let's each train more until then and show our best moves."

"I understand."

With those words, I left the infirmary.

Now I have to go to my room and rest, and today I have to have a banquet... but perhaps because of the conversation a little while ago, it seems my body is itching to train.

I had the thought that the biggest thing I gained from this competition was not the victory of Wudang or the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm, but perhaps the fact that I had made a promise for the next spar with a martial artist of a similar... perhaps even more outstanding talent.