The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 289

Returning to the inn, I didn't waste any time and immediately sat down in a cross-legged position.

The most inconvenient thing about living in a group is that there is surprisingly little time to be alone.

Physical training and form training can be done even if there are many people, as long as I have my own space, but to be honest, mental cultivation is not like that.

Because the main training methods are visualization, concentration, and enlightenment, it is most efficient to do it in a quiet space where there is no one.

Of course, even within the Wudang Sect, I can find a secluded place to train alone, and if I tell my senior brothers not to look for me, they won't.

But there is a slight difference between doing it in a completely independent space like this and training like that in the Wudang Sect.

Some might say it's an excuse for my lack of concentration.

But to be honest, that's also true.

I've lived almost alone for over twenty years, so wouldn't it be a little difficult for that life to fit my body after just a few years of group life?

Anyway, as I sat cross-legged and concentrated a little, energy slowly began to flow out of my body.

After fighting with the Black Sand Moon bastards today, I once again gained confidence in the path I am taking.

Although I still fall short of the self-reliant swordsman in his prime, it has been a long time since I have far surpassed the me of the same period and age.

At that time, I was stuck as if my chin was caught in the final stage and couldn't move on to the next stage.

I, who had not gained the final enlightenment, had no choice but to end in a mutual destruction with that bastard Mok Hwashin.

At that time, I only thought it was because I hadn't obtained advanced martial arts...

'No. My thought that I hadn't obtained advanced martial arts was hindering my growth.'

But now that I have learned advanced martial arts, eaten many elixirs, and fought many battles with enemies, I think I know.

At that time, I was not lacking in advanced martial arts or elixirs.

If that were the problem, it would have been impossible to become so strong with just that Un Family Sword Art.

In the end, it was all my mindset. My mindset of 'I can do it, and I will do it' was lacking.

After acknowledging my past mistakes and gaining confidence in my current path, my mind becomes much more at ease.

More than anything, the conviction that I am on the right path now.

That allows me to develop freely.

It felt as if a hot energy was boiling deep in my lower abdomen, and then it spread throughout my body, making my body hot.

Although I had reached the sixth level thanks to the Demonic Flower Hall Master before, the Six Yang Divine Art, which had been stagnant since then, began to move on its own.

The Six Yang Divine Art is a divine art that I have no doubt about.

In the past, a certain master of the Wudang Sect had roamed the world with just the Six Yang Divine Art and had his name listed among the ranks of the absolute.

'But what I have is not just the Six Yang Divine Art.'

I'm not trying to talk about other Wudang Sect martial arts.

Because that master would have naturally learned other Wudang Sect martial arts as well.

What I'm trying to say now is the self-reliant swordsman of my past life.

At some point, I began to distinguish between the past self-reliant swordsman Unhwi and the current me, Unhwi.

Although it was me then, and it is me now, is it because the body is different in the first place?

As time passed, I often felt that the me of that time was a different person, not me.

'Self-reliant swordsman. The Six Yang Divine Art is the advanced martial art you so desired, that you desired even as you were dying. How will you use this?'

I asked myself. But, I threw the question to my past self.

Until now, I had been using the Six Yang Divine Art, thinking of it as just a simple mental cultivation method.

But now, at this moment, I had a hunch that if it were the self-reliant swordsman, he would think of another way to use it.

Because at that time, I had no choice but to live, using everything I had to the fullest.

It's not just the Six Yang Divine Art.

I began to think that the various martial arts I have learned now are not just martial arts, but all of them are survival tools to stay alive.

At that moment, the wind began to blow.

It wasn't that a real wind was blowing.

Everything was in my mind. It was a wind, no, a typhoon that had occurred in my mind.

I did not try to get rid of the typhoon, but left it as it was.

Then the typhoon grew bigger, eating away at my energy.

And when the typhoon had filled my heart.

The flames that arose from the depths of my heart. The flames of the Six Yang Divine Art began to eat away at the typhoon.

And that typhoon eventually became a typhoon wrapped in flames and began to settle in my heart.

At that moment, I opened my eyes wide.

"Heok...!"

I must have been holding my breath for a long time without realizing it.

I consciously inhaled and exhaled, breathing in the fresh air.

The surrounding scenery is the same as the scenery of the inn I saw earlier, but it seems to look a little different.

Perhaps it's because the me who is looking at it has changed.

'I think the Six Yang Divine Art has reached the eighth level.'

Although it is not clearly visible, I could instinctively feel that my current level is about that much.

It seems that I get big and small enlightenments when I gain confidence that I am doing well now while experiencing things related to the past.

I also think that at this level, I can't handle the Demonic Flower Hall Master, but I can definitely face Dokgo Ju-gwak.

Although there is still a lot of time left until the day I am supposed to meet the Demonic Flower Hall Master again, I have to become stronger than him by then.

So I have to make him give up, or if that doesn't work, I have to kill him so that I don't get dragged into the Demonic Cult.

"I'm getting hungry."

I got up from my seat and, after stretching my stiff body from sitting for a long time, went down to the restaurant.

Because you have to fill your stomach first to be able to train.

Today, as much as I have achieved a great accomplishment, I have to eat a lot of rice.

***

My master returned two days later.

During that time, I repeated qi circulation, eating, qi circulation, and eating.

It was a moment that felt very fulfilling because there had been no period recently where I had focused on my inner enlightenment like this.

And the one who realized that change first was my master.

"Something... seems to have changed a little."

"Of course. My mindset has changed. I've also gained a pretty big enlightenment."

My master, after glancing at the inside of the guest room, chuckled and said, "Seeing that there are no washed clothes, you must not have gone outside and you didn't do any physical training either. Did you just do qi circulation the whole time?"

"How did you know right away as if you had seen it? It was a time of real concentration after a long time."

"I also had times like that. From now on, I'll have to leave you alone often. Seeing you develop so much when you're alone."

My master seems to be so happy that I am developing on my own.

He didn't seem to be that kind of person originally, but I can feel a warm breeze blowing in my heart.

"Did you do well on your mission? Are you not injured anywhere?"

"It was just a reconnaissance mission, so there's nothing to get injured about. I also went and rested well. As for you... I can tell you did well without you saying anything."

"Yes. And I have a few things to tell you about that matter."

"What is it?"

I explained in detail what had happened this time to my master.

The story that the Black Fist Gang was actually the secret main headquarters of the Black Sand Moon.

And the story that in the midst of that, two people, Ak Sang-gil and the Snow-Stepping Swordsman, had come to interfere with me.

And finally, the story that I had even seen Seo Mun-wang-ryang.

"Why were they there...? How did they try to interfere with your mission?"

"In my opinion, it seems the rumor that I had received a mission to attack the Black Fist Gang had leaked out somewhere. So they arrived one step ahead of me and attacked the Black Fist Gang bastards first to prevent me from carrying out my mission, and if I protested because of that, they probably intended to subdue me as well under the pretext that I had attacked first."

"But that place was actually the main headquarters of the Black Sand Moon. So they were rather detained by them?"

"Yes. That's right."

"Hahaha! Such foolish people."

My master, after hearing my story, burst out laughing, which was a rare sight.

He seemed to be very triumphant that the people who had tried to trick me were rather saved by me.

"To be honest, I didn't really want to save them either. But whether I liked it or not, they were members of the orthodox faction, so I had no choice but to save them."

"So. In the end, did they say they would arrange a duel with the children who asked them?"

"For now, I came back after telling them to do so unconditionally, but I don't know how they will come out. Seeing that a big shot like Seo Mun-wang-ryang has moved, they might not create a duel and attack me again."

"No way... no, they might do that. In the first place, just going to the Black Fist Gang is as good as crossing the line by a long shot."

My master, after thinking for a moment, said, "Have you had any contact from the Alliance Leader since you reported it then?"

"No. Not yet. He said he would contact me not long from now."

"Then let's do this. We'll move first."

"How?"

"Looking at the situation, the leader of those idlers is also a young one named Seo Mun-jong-tak, and the ones who tried to harm you also seem to be led by Seo Mun-wang-ryang."

"That's probably right. It seemed like Seo Mun-jong-tak was leading the rest of the bastards."

"Since there is also the matter of Hong Sa-ik, who might become my junior disciple now, I will step forward in this matter."

I, not understanding my master's words well, asked him, "How are you going to step forward?"

"Sometimes you seem very reckless, and then at other times, you seem to have a tendency to be too careful. When you're dealing with villains, you become merciless as if you were a yaksha, but when you're dealing with a huge family or organization, you move somewhat too carefully."

"Did I... do that?"

"Well. I'm not saying that's bad. To be honest, they tried to harm you right now, and their intentions don't match, but in the context of the same orthodox faction, it's right to be careful with each other."

My master, after snorting once, continued, "But, this matter is a little different. To those who cross the line, we also have to cross the line and deal with them. And they call their superiors without solving the problems they can solve themselves? So even if I step forward instead of you, they won't be able to say anything."

My master stood up again and began to prepare to go somewhere.

As I was looking at him blankly, my master looked at me and said, "What are you doing? Not getting ready to go out quickly."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the Seo Mun family."

"What?"

"I'm going to go and question them. Why they tried to harm you, who did the right thing. If Seo Mun-jong-tak doesn't admit it, I'll have to ask his uncle, Seo Mun-wang-ryang. Did he really do this, thinking it was the right thing to do?"

I, grabbing my master who seemed about to run out right away, said, "What are you going to do if the relationship between the Wudang Sect and the Seo Mun family becomes awkward because of that?"

"So what?"

"What? That's..."

"If the relationship becomes awkward over such a trivial matter, the Seo Mun family is just a family with a small vessel. They will only prove for themselves why they can't enter the Five Great Families even with such a huge force."

"Still, isn't your pretext for attacking them weak? In the end, I wasn't attacked either."

Then my master glanced at me and said, "No, there is a pretext."

"What pretext?"

"Aren't you and I master and disciple?"

"That's right."

"But you were insulted. That's the pretext. What other pretext is needed?"

At that moment, I couldn't answer.

My head tells me I have to stop my master.

But why do I feel something hot rising from the depths of my stomach?

And why do I feel like laughing?

"Agh. Let's go. What. I'll take the lead, master!"

In the end, I, hoping that my master wouldn't see my foolishly grinning face, took the lead and kicked the door open and came out first.

(End of Chapter)