The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 369

It has already been a month since I returned to the Wudang Sect.

During that time, I have been trying to get used to the Thunder Stopping Divine Art that I learned from the Alliance Leader.

Is it because the Six Yang Divine Art had reached a certain level? Although it has only been a month, I can now use the Thunder Stopping Divine Art quite skillfully.

In particular, I have not only been able to use the Thunder Stopping Divine Art on its own, but I have also been able to mix the principles of the Thunder Stopping Divine Art into my other martial arts and movements.

As a result, I have been able to perform my movement techniques and sword drawing techniques at a much faster speed than before.

In the world of masters, a very slight difference in speed is the difference between life and death.

Thanks to the Alliance Leader, it would be good to say that my survival rate has increased a little more.

As soon as Un Gwang returned to the Wudang Sect, he went into seclusion as if he had entered closed-door training.

That's because Un Gwang has a personality of persistently digging into something until it is resolved to some extent once he starts researching it.

But this time, in addition to the Nine Heavens Forbidden Demonic Divine Art that he brought from the Martial Alliance's secret vault, I also gave him the secret manual of the Manchong Divine Sword that I had roughly picked up from there, so he is now busy restoring those two martial arts.

Since the Sect Leader and the other senior uncles and grand uncles had ordered not to touch him until he had finished his research to his heart's content, fortunately, Un Gwang had enough time to research the secret manuals.

The other Five Swords of Wudang senior brothers were the same.

After returning from this martial journey together, the senior brothers suddenly began to focus on their martial arts training.

Come to think of it, I can quickly understand why they did that.

'I realized it when I went out this time. Although I thought my martial arts had become quite strong, how weak I am in the martial world.'

Un Ji-hak, my senior brother, seemed to have been a little shocked by this martial journey.

To be honest, it was Un Ji-hak, my senior brother, who had been the least active this time.

Un Ji-hak, my senior brother, as if he himself knew that his martial arts were a little lacking compared to the other Five Swords of Wudang senior brothers, spurred on his training even more.

And so, we continued our fulfilling days in our own way.

***

"Master. Are you there?"

I went to my master's quarters.

I didn't look for my master for a big reason.

Since I hadn't seen my master's face once since I returned to the Wudang Sect, I had been coming to greet him every day.

My master was engrossed in martial arts even just before I went to catch Ma Cheon-deuk, and when I came back and asked the other senior uncles, they said that my master was still living in martial arts.

No, to be precise, they said he was concentrating on his martial arts training even more than before.

Although they said that until about two months ago, they would often see his face and greet him, they said that they hadn't seen his face at all recently.

"Master. Are you perhaps sleeping?"

I looked for my master in his quarters, but no matter how much I called him, no answer came back.

I thought he must be in a state of self-absorption and doing something, and I was about to turn around, thinking I should come back later.

"It's Unhwi. Come in."

A voice rumbled from the innermost room.

The moment I heard that voice, I got goosebumps on my back without realizing it.

Because the internal energy I felt from the voice was unusual.

'Can a person change so much in a few months?'

Although my master's voice, which I had heard after a really long time, was the same, the atmosphere and internal energy contained in it were to the point where I could believe he was a completely different person.

"Yes, yes! Master!"

I answered him and went to the door where the voice had come from.

"Master. I'm coming in."

"Yes. Come in."

When I opened the door, my master, with a bushy beard, was sitting in a formal posture in the middle of the room, wearing white clothes.

The moment I saw him with my own eyes, I realized for sure.

My master now has developed to a completely different level from before I went to catch Ma Cheon-deuk.

"Fortunately, you've returned well. Did you do your job well?"

Still, my master spoke in a warm voice.

I, finding it absurd, let out a small laugh and said, "Master. It's already been a month since I returned to Wudang. Of course, the mission was a success."

"A month?"

He also chuckled as if he found it absurd.

Then he got up from his seat and went to the shelf behind him, and counted the number of Bigu-dan piled on it.

"I see. Since a lot of this Bigu-dan has disappeared, a lot of time must have passed."

"I've come to see you more than ten times in the past month, and you didn't even know that?"

"I didn't know. I was constantly in a state of self-absorption. I don't know how many days it's been since I came to my senses today. But you came right in the middle of that."

Although my master said it as if it were nothing, it is actually a really amazing thing.

Because even for a martial artist with tremendous concentration, it is not an easy thing to concentrate on training for more than a month without even thinking about the passage of time.

I, looking at my master... slowly opened my mouth.

"You have reached a new level. Congratulations."

"Yes. I think so."

Although I said it in a rather emotional voice, my master accepted it very calmly.

He is a person who I could believe has a heart made of steel.

"Are you planning to train more in the future?"

"Hmm... I'll have to think about it a little, but for now, I do want to train more."

"I see."

"Actually, until now, I have thought that skills should be developed in real combat. So rather than having a calm training time like this, I wanted to develop my skills by doing as many missions as possible. But now I think I know. Balance is important in everything. It is also necessary to have time to melt the real combat and experience I have accumulated after going on a mission."

He, looking at me, smiled broadly and continued, "Just like you, Unhwi. When I thought about it, you always do this. Although it seems you are always training when there is nothing special, you always have time to organize what you have gained from a mission. It's a pity that I've only just realized that."

"Ah. It's just a habit for me."

'If I don't do this, I might die in the next battle.'

I was about to continue with those words, but I stopped.

In fact, I had realized this when I was the Self-Taught Swordsman Unhwi in my past life.

At that time, it was an environment where I might die if I didn't become stronger tomorrow than today, and the day after tomorrow than tomorrow.

That's why I thought that if I didn't somehow organize what I had gained between missions and become stronger, I couldn't guarantee my life in the next mission.

So the habit of trying to become stronger every day, even if it was just a little, still remains.

"To have such a good habit at that age, it can be said to be truly amazing. Yes. Since you're resting anyway, shall I hear your story? What happened when you went out this time? From what I see, you have improved again from a few months ago. There must have been a special story behind becoming this strong. I'm curious about what happened."

My master said that to me, and I smiled broadly.

Actually, I wanted to boast about how well I did this time, but my master, as if he knew my heart, told me to talk about it first.

"Shall I? First of all, you remember that I went to catch a guy named Ma Cheon-deuk, right?"

"Yes. Of course, I remember."

"Since we couldn't look for him, we thought we should make him come to us. So..."

I, like a child who had come back from school and was chattering to his parents about what had happened, began to explain in detail what had happened to my master.

For some reason, I felt that I had been waiting for this time very much.

During the month I hadn't seen my master, I felt like I hadn't returned to Wudang even though I had.

But now I feel it. That I have definitely returned to Wudang.

***

Not far from the Wudang Sect.

"Damn it. Why do I have to go through this?"

Dokgo Ju-gwak, who had become the undisputed master of the Four Evils Alliance, was grasping the terrain around the Wudang Sect.

The reason Dokgo Ju-gwak, who had practically ruled the Four Evils Alliance and had become so great that it was no exaggeration to say that a third of Sichuan was his, was wandering around the mountains here and looking around Hubei Province and Mount Wudang was because of his master.

'Dokgo Ju-gwak. There is something much more important than taking control of Sichuan. It is to catch and kill Unhwi of the Wudang Sect. In our current situation, it is impossible to face the Wudang Sect head-on. So you go yourself and assassinate him. With your skills, you will be able to kill him.'

His master, the Evil Faction Alliance Leader, had told him to put aside all other work and catch Unhwi first.

And he had told him to go alone so as not to make a big deal of it by having many people go.

"Is a master everything? He doesn't seem to remember that I lost to that guy last time. My senior brother Ma Cheon-deuk seems to have been defeated by him, and my junior brothers Go Mun-tak and the Green Snake were also defeated by him. How does he know what will happen to me if he sends me alone?"

He grumbled continuously.

Of course, even though he hadn't used his full strength when he fought Unhwi before, and he knew very well that Ma Cheon-deuk's martial arts couldn't even reach his toes, he felt like he would go crazy with annoyance if he didn't express his dissatisfaction like this.

"The takeover of the Four Evils Alliance is just around the corner. What am I going to do if that raccoon, Jang Ho-eun-geom, takes my place while I'm away?"

The real reason he was annoyed was actually this.

Jang Ho-eun-geom is currently the second-in-command of the Four Evils Alliance. Although he seems to be loyal to Dokgo Ju-gwak, the master of the Four Evils Alliance, on the surface, in reality, he is a very bad guy who is coveting his position.

Of course, most evil faction martial artists are like that.

"Phew... but since it's an order, I can't help it."

He, as if he were disappointed, smacked his lips and muttered to himself.

Actually, he liked the guy named Unhwi.

He liked that he had used all sorts of tricks to fight him and win the bet when they met last time, and he really liked his guts and personality.

In fact, he even thought how great it would have been if Unhwi had been his senior or junior brother instead of guys like Go Mun-tak or Ma Cheon-deuk.

That's why he had once proposed to Unhwi to go to the Evil Faction Alliance together.

"Liking him doesn't put food on the table, and although it's a little pitiful, it's better than being killed by my master."

Although it's a pity, he has no choice but to kill Unhwi.

Because if he disobeys his master's words, he could be killed by him.

Although he is strong, his skills are still no match for his great senior brother, Gal Ryeok-hyeok, or the Evil Faction Alliance Leader.

"I'm sorry. It's been a while since I've met a guy I like, but you'll have to die."

He, muttering words that couldn't be heard, continued to grasp the terrain.

Although he was saying that, his movements were very skillful.

Because he was no different from an expert who had done this kind of thing once or twice.

"Who is killing whom?"

Just then, Dokgo Ju-gwak was startled by a voice coming from a little distance away and looked in that direction.

Because the fact that he hadn't noticed a person approaching so close meant that he was a great master.

From the direction where the voice had come from, a slender man was walking briskly.

For a moment, Dokgo Ju-gwak felt a confusing feeling of whether the person was definitely a man, or if it was a woman disguised as a man.

"I just asked. Who are you trying to kill here?"

Dokgo Ju-gwak, frowning, looked at him, and then, relaxing his expression, answered, "Who are you to suddenly say that to me? I'm killing someone?"

"I heard you clearly. By any chance, you're not after Unhwi, are you?"

"......?"

Dokgo Ju-gwak was surprised once more. Because he had been hit right on the mark.

"I knew it. As expected, that old man, the First Elder. He was trying to kill Unhwi by sending his disciple."

"First Elder...?"

Dokgo Ju-gwak had an expression of not being able to understand what the man in front of him was saying at all.

"What. Don't tell me you didn't know?"

The man said in a surprised voice.

He seemed to have naturally thought that Dokgo Ju-gwak would know that the Evil Faction Alliance Leader was the First Elder of the Demonic Cult.

The person who had appeared in front of Dokgo Ju-gwak and was dropping bombshells.

That person was none other than the Demonic Fire Hall Master, Lee Gwak-sa.

He had come out himself after hearing the news that the First Elder was after Unhwi.

(End of Chapter)