The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 30

"Baili brat."

"Yes, Mr. Jeokun."

"Your weakness may not be entirely your fault. And for you, the current situation may be a golden opportunity to become stronger."

"An opportunity? What do you mean by that?"

Baili Huang asked with a bewildered expression.

"There are largely two ways to enter the higher realms. First, spiritual enlightenment through training. Second, physical enlightenment through real combat. Either way, if one side advances to the next realm, the lagging side will follow to balance the mind and body. Shall we call it the mystery of the human body?"

"You mean!"

"Yes. Your mental state is incomparably weak, but that body of yours is that of a peak master, is it not? It's not your own body, so it will take time, but you, a third-rate, could rise to the peak in one fell swoop."

"...!"

Baili Huang's body trembled slightly.

Cheok Sagyeol's words meant that he could leap over three levels of walls.

"Moreover, this one will teach you personally, so you are truly fortunate. Hehehe."

Baili Huang, moved by Cheok Sagyeol's words, stood up and performed three bows.

It was not the nine bows performed when establishing a master-disciple relationship.

It was the form of paying respects when someone who already had a master-disciple relationship received teachings from an outsider.

"I don't know how I can repay Mr. Jeokun's grace. But I will definitely repay you."

"Of course, you must repay it. I will collect it with interest later, so be prepared."

"Hahaha. I understand. If I can just become a peak master, I will do anything for you."

Baili Huang, who did not know that Cheok Sagyeol was a great master of the demonic path, spoke carelessly of grace.

It was because he had only guessed that he was a reclusive eccentric, and Cheok Sagyeol's behavior did not seem so evil.

This was the harmful effect of the indoctrination he had received from the elders of his family that the demonic path was evil and the Demonic Cult was heinous.

'How do you know what this one will demand later? Such a naive fellow.'

Cheok Sagyeol clicked his tongue inwardly but did not think that he would use this promise right away.

He just felt sorry for Baili Huang, who was like a delicately grown orchid.

'As expected, one becomes strong only by being thrown into extreme situations and growing up biting and tearing at each other like in our cult. The righteous faction bastards are weak. Tsk, tsk.'

Cheok Sagyeol once again nodded his head in agreement with the Demonic Cult's method of discipline.

Did they say that a lion drops its cubs from a cliff?

Strength was a law that only shone after enduring a desperate situation.

And Baili Huang would now taste desperation.

"Baili brat. What is the martial art that Geumgae has learned?"

No matter how naive Baili Huang was, the first thing he had checked after his body was swapped was the martial arts.

It was like a martial artist's instinct.

"When he was in the upper echelons, I know that he only learned the Three Talents Qi Art. And after joining the Beggars' Sect, he only learned the Drunken Eight Immortals Fist and the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork."

The Three Talents Qi Art was the most common internal energy cultivation method in the world.

The speed of accumulating internal energy was extremely slow, but it had the advantage of being able to be combined with any martial art.

Therefore, the martial art learned before setting foot in the martial world was mostly the Three Talents Qi Art.

It was for the purpose of laying a foundation in the early stages, as it would be difficult to learn advanced martial arts if one got older without even learning that.

"Have you seen the secret manuals?"

"I have read the Drunken Eight Immortals Fist and the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork that were stored in the Luoyang branch."

"Have you by any chance tried to perform them yourself?"

"I have, but I don't... know well."

The Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork and the Drunken Eight Immortals Fist were advanced martial arts that only those above the branch leader level in the Beggars' Sect could train in.

Moreover, since that martial art pursued freedom, it had a bad compatibility with Baili Huang, just like the Heavenly Wind Sword Art.

"That would be so. Since the achievement already imprinted on your body is high, you wouldn't have a feel for whether you are performing it correctly or not."

Cheok Sagyeol walked to the center of the office.

Fortunately, since there was nothing here but a straw mat, it was also suitable for martial arts training.

SCRAPE.

After drawing a circle with a radius of about one step with the tip of his foot.

"Go inside."

As Baili Huang took his place inside the circle, Cheok Sagyeol continued.

"If we only consider the footwork, the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork can be said to be the best in the world. But it is the complete opposite of your temperament. Assume that this circle is your temperament and try to dodge this one's attacks within it. If the training of the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork shows results, we will move on to the Drunken Eight Immortals Fist."

Movement techniques and footwork are the basics and foundation of martial arts.

In fact, since the Drunken Eight Immortals Fist was also a martial art derived from the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork, it could be seen that if one concentrated on training the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork, the fist technique would follow to some extent.

Moreover, assuming the limit of a circle was an attempt to contain the martial art within the vessel of one person, Baili Huang.

It was a training method of containing the martial art within the vessel and then gradually expanding that vessel.

"Get ready."

"Yes!"

Baili Huang took a ready stance and tensed up.

SWISH. BAM.

"Ugh..."

Cheok Sagyeol's fist was buried in Baili Huang's solar plexus in the blink of an eye.

Even though he was prepared, he could not dodge it.

"If you're tense, your body becomes stiff. That's no different from saying 'please hit me.' I'm going again."

"Gah, yes... yes!"

Baili Huang grabbed his solar plexus with one hand, frowned, and raised his head.

BAM.

A low kick went in like a knife, and one of Baili Huang's knees buckled.

"You idiot! Your attention is all focused on where you were hit, so aren't you losing consciousness of other places?"

"I... I'm sorry."

"Endure it even if it hurts! Sharpen the senses of your whole body! I'm not telling you to distribute your offense and defense, just to defend, so why are you so absent-minded!"

"Gah..."

Baili Huang gritted his teeth and his eyes widened.

But.

BAM. BAM. BAM, BAM, BAM.

It wasn't even a mix of varied stances, just simple punches and swings, but he couldn't dodge them.

"Ugh. M-Mr. Jeokun."

"What?"

"Could you not use internal energy when you face me? It's too fast, so I can't react."

Baili Huang said, wiping the flowing blood from his nose and clutching his creaking side.

He had been hit a lot in less than a moment.

"What are you talking about? This one hasn't used a single bit of internal energy."

"What? Is that really true?"

"If I had used internal energy, your head would have exploded. Stop with the nonsense and get ready."

"..."

Baili Huang swallowed a groan and made a tearful face.

Cheok Sagyeol smiled inwardly.

'It's a bit crude, but there's no better way to forcibly awaken the body.'

'It's a situation where I've grasped Baili Huang's consciousness and am concentrating on his weak points in defense.'

'It's not unreasonable that he couldn't react properly.'

'The difference in skill between me and Baili Huang is literally the difference between heaven and earth.'

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM. BAM. BAM, BAM.

Simple punches without using internal energy or varied stances.

At the miserable fact that he couldn't even dodge such attacks, Baili Huang began to harbor a venomous spirit.

"Gasp, gasp. Hah."

Baili Huang's whole body became as heavy as a water-soaked cotton ball, and his consciousness became hazy.

Normally, he would have already lost consciousness, but the venomous spirit born of anger was supporting him.

"Now you're finally pissed off!"

BAM. BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM.

Cheok Sagyeol beat Baili Huang even more fiercely.

It was because if he pushed him just a little more, the desired condition would be met.

'A little more. Just a little more, Baili brat.'

Cheok Sagyeol, who had been relentlessly beating him, flinched as he was about to use his hand again.

It was because Baili Huang's eyes had rolled back.

It was a typical state of unconsciousness with only the whites of his eyes showing.

"This bastard. Has he completely lost his mind?"

Cheok Sagyeol sighed and looked at Baili Huang.

If he pushed him this far, the fighting instinct would usually emerge at the boundary between consciousness and unconsciousness.

But Baili Huang had crossed the boundary and fainted.

"Still, to be able to faint while standing, he's not a complete weakling... But to lose consciousness so quickly. You pathetic fool."

An hour later.

Baili Huang's hazy pupils gradually became clear, and he regained consciousness.

"Are you finally awake?"

"Did I... faint?"

"You didn't even know you had fainted? Tsk."

"I'm sorry..."

"Stop saying you're sorry. If a man says that easily, he will only become weaker."

"Sorr... yes."

Baili Huang, who had swallowed the words that came out of habit, answered shortly and got up from his seat.

Although he had been beaten to the point of fainting, his body strangely felt light.

'I thought I was going to get sick, but I'm glad. Is it because it's the body of a peak master?'

At that moment, as Baili Huang was feeling his body, Cheok Sagyeol spoke as if he had read his mind.

"It may have looked like this one was just hitting you, but each and every one of those moves had the same effect as acupressure. It's a training method that relieves bruises, trains the blood vessels, and strengthens the body. Hehe."

'Was being hit also a part of the training?'

Baili Huang's mouth fell open at Cheok Sagyeol's words.

He couldn't even fathom what level of mastery it was to be able to do that without using internal energy.

"Don't look at me with that face. It's enough for you to look up to this one when you succeed in forming sword energy."

At Cheok Sagyeol's words, Baili Huang's expression became even more respectful.

His heart was moved by Cheok Sagyeol's boast that he would show his ability not just through the process but only through the results.

"That's enough for today. Rest your body, review the sparring process, and think about whether there were any points where your body moved unconsciously, and if so, what they were like."

Cheok Sagyeol, who had given him the assignment, got up and continued.

"But when will the rest of the Golden Seven Squad be deployed on their missions?"

"They will depart this evening. Three people have been assigned to each of the remaining two of the Four Eccentrics, excluding the Drunken Buddha and the Golden Beggar."

"Their residences are not fixed, have you grasped their approximate locations?"

"There was information that they last appeared in Shanxi and Anhui. It is not known if they are still there. Because they are people who appear and disappear like ghosts."

"That can't be helped. Anyway, find out as soon as possible."

"Understood."

Cheok Sagyeol, who had half-listened to Baili Huang's answer, thought.

'Shanxi and Anhui were in charge of Chil-wol and O-wol. I'll have to have them look into it too.'

* * *

CHIRP, CHIRP, CHIRP.

In the dark mountain.

Although the moonlight did not shine due to the dense forest, the moving figure was dazzlingly fast.

TAP. TAP, TAP. SWOOSH.

The figure, which had kicked off twice, landed on the top of a giant tree.

He, revealed in the moonlight, was Bongdu, who had received the agent name Seven among the Golden Seven Squad.

SWISH. SWISH.

Soon, two men in black appeared around Bongdu and stood on the top of the tree.

Their movement technique, which showed not a single tremor at the tip of a thin branch, clearly showed that they were peak masters.

"Young Master."

But surprisingly, the words that came out of the man in black's mouth were honorifics.

Bongdu sighed and opened his mouth.

"Phew, you ended up following me this far? And two of the Twelve Spirits at that?"

"Half of them. The other four are on standby in the four cardinal directions."

"Six? To catch me?"

"It is a deployment in case the Young Master runs away without even talking, like last time."

"What do you want to talk about? I have nothing more to say."

Despite Bongdu's crooked words, the man in black's expression did not change, and he continued.

"The Alliance Leader is worried, so please go back."

"I said it clearly. I said I would live freely. Wasn't the absolute value of our alliance freedom?"

"Everyone in the Martial Alliance can do so, but not the Alliance Leader and you, the heir, Young Master."

"So I'm saying I'm not going to be the heir. There's Suyeon. Tell her to do it."

Bongdu waved his hands and shook his head from side to side.

"Young Master Ryuhon!"

The man in black, no, Geumryeong, one of the Twelve Spirits belonging to the Black Night Ghost Spirit Squad of the Four Alliances, let out a roar.

"I've thrown away the name Baek Ryuhon. I'm now Virile Beggar... no. Just Bongdu!"

It was Baek Ryuhon, who had said the beggar name he had received from the Beggars' Sect and then, feeling uncomfortable, said his alias again.

"I've heard everything! For the heir of the Four Alliances, Young Master, to be called Virile Beggar! Virile Beggar!"

"Hey! What's wrong with Virile Beggar! It was given to me by the Golden Beggar!"

Baek Ryuhon, he was, absurdly, an ardent follower of one of the Four Eccentrics, the Golden Beggar.

The reason he, the heir of the Four Alliances, had abandoned his status and tried to become an intelligence agent for the Beggars' Sect was for a very personal reason.

(End of Chapter)