The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 43

Teacher.

It is a word that refers to a person who teaches and guides someone in a specific field.

The field of teaching was vast.

It referred to everything that had a profound impact on a person's life, from simple areas of transmission such as academics or skills to mental aspects such as life guidelines or standards.

So, perhaps it would not be an exaggeration to call everyone one meets in life a teacher.

"So you're saying that Grand Master... Muheo... has come as my teacher?"

Lee Cheon-eok said, looking at Cheok Sagyeol, who was seated in front of him, with narrowed eyes.

'Why did this bastard come here...'

'He probably didn't come knowing that I am Lee Cheon-eok.'

'Because I didn't tell anyone that I would swap bodies with the son of the Baili family.'

"But I am the heir of the Baili family. How can I be taught by you, Grand Master?"

At Lee Cheon-eok's question, Cheok Sagyeol answered with a warm smile.

"Taught... it's not that grand. I am just giving a few teachings, so don't think of it as forming a master-disciple relationship and just learn lightly."

"Is... is that so..."

Lee Cheon-eok was anxious inside.

It was because Muheo, as he knew him, had a history of beating up rude rising stars under the pretext of teaching in the past.

'Baili Huang was a well-reputed and quiet guy, so he probably didn't come to do that, right?'

'If he came wanting to beat him up, it would be troublesome.'

'No matter how much it was him, in terms of martial arts, Muheo was a monster of a different dimension.'

'If he wanted to hit him, he couldn't endure it without getting hit.'

'No, more than that, is this guy really Muheo?'

Lee Cheon-eok was suspicious that the Muheo in front of him might be another guy who had swapped bodies.

But since there was no evidence, it seemed better to just watch for now.

"We're going to the training ground, so follow me."

Cheok Sagyeol said so to Lee Cheon-eok and then moved his feet.

Lee Cheon-eok followed behind him and asked.

"A training ground?"

"No matter how light the teaching is, I can't teach martial arts in a place with many eyes, can I?"

"Still, I don't think there's a place in the main family as secluded as my residence?"

After obtaining Baili Huang's body, he had warned the family members several times, so not a single common servant could be seen in his residence.

It was only natural, as he had deliberately created an environment like a secluded training to avoid arousing suspicion if he met many people.

"There is a place more secluded than your residence. You'll know when we get there."

"By any chance... is the place you're talking about the Wind Forest?"

The place where the White Wind Pavilion, which he had fled from thinking the automatic explosion device had been activated, was.

Lee Cheon-eok was reluctant to go to the Wind Forest, partly because of what had happened yesterday.

But contrary to his expectations.

"That's right."

"..."

'Ah, I feel uneasy.'

Lee Cheon-eok could not shake off the anxious feeling all the while he was following Cheok Sagyeol.

* * *

"Everyone, get ready."

At Baili Lin's signal, the four old men scattered in all directions.

It was because Cheok Sagyeol and Lee Cheon-eok had arrived at the entrance of the Wind Forest as promised.

'Geumgae Lee Cheon-eok. I'll make you pay the price for daring to touch the heir of our main family.'

Baili Lin's figure became transparent and melted into the background of the Wind Forest.

As he disappeared, willow leaves scattered around and fell.

"This is?"

Lee Cheon-eok, as the fallen leaves fell like rain and his vision became dizzy, noticed that the surrounding environment had changed.

This phenomenon was a characteristic that only appeared when a formation was deployed.

"Grand Master. What is going on?"

At Lee Cheon-eok's question, Cheok Sagyeol turned around and said.

"The one who introduced the Wind Forest as a training ground was your father. He said that within the formation of the Wind Forest, one can devote oneself to training without being disturbed by anyone, and it seems to be true."

Cheok Sagyeol had driven Lee Cheon-eok into a trap, but he had not yet revealed his true colors.

In hunting a fierce beast like a peak master, carelessness was forbidden until the very end.

"Then you're saying we'll be training here."

Lee Cheon-eok, who had looked around, couldn't close his mouth.

The revealed environment was a desert.

Although they had been in a forest until just a moment ago, in an instant, they were in the middle of a desert.

'To think they repaired the formation core in that time, quite impressive.'

It was the skill of the Hidden Wind Squad that had repaired the formation core that Cheok Sagyeol had broken so perfectly.

It was the result of staying up all night after the meeting at the Drunken Immortal.

"Now, the stage is set, so let's begin."

"Yes, Grand Master."

"First, I need to see your skills, so demonstrate the martial arts you have learned."

At Cheok Sagyeol's words, Lee Cheon-eok drew his sword and took a ready stance.

And then, with a gleam in his eyes, he moved like the wind.

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM.

The brilliant footwork of the Wind God Footwork was combined with the stances of the Heavenly Wind Sword Art.

The fast but simple thrusts, when combined with the steps of the Wind God, were transformed into an incredibly profound sword stance, and the sword stance, which focused on the subtlety of change, compensated for the lack of speed with footwork.

On the outside, it could be seen that the harmony of footwork, sword technique, and offense and defense had reached a high level.

'But the martial arts are quite biased towards footwork. The achievement of the outstanding footwork is compensating for the sword stances.'

Of course, footwork is so important that it can be said to be the basis of martial arts.

In that respect, his martial arts could be said to be at a considerable level.

But that was only effective up to the first-rate level.

The peak realm could only be said to have truly reached the peak when all aspects were polished to the extreme.

'The Wind God Footwork, from a broad perspective, has a part that is in line with the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork. But since his specialty is fist techniques, it doesn't seem to match well with sword techniques.'

Cheok Sagyeol was sharply analyzing as he watched Lee Cheon-eok's demonstration.

In his eyes, the strengths and weaknesses of Lee Cheon-eok's martial arts were clearly visible.

"Grand Master. May I show you my qi art?"

It was a sudden proposal from Lee Cheon-eok while he was deploying his stances.

Cheok Sagyeol silently nodded his head.

SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, SWOOSH. BAM.

Lee Cheon-eok's sword left afterimages, and then nine sword qis were emitted in all directions.

It was the Nine Palaces Divine Wind, the area-of-effect technique of the Heavenly Wind Sword Art.

'Huh? Look at this bastard?'

Nine sword qis flew towards Cheok Sagyeol like a storm.

Although he had dodged most of the sword qis by spinning his figure in a short moment,

SWISH, SWISH. SWOOSH.

One grazed his shoulder area, and another cut about a third of his left thigh.

At the same time, blood began to pour out endlessly.

"As expected, it wasn't that friend."

"How did you know?"

Cheok Sagyeol said, pressing his bleeding thigh with one hand.

"That fellow is not a kind fellow who diagnoses a student's condition when teaching. Well, since he himself is such a genius, he also dislikes teaching incompetent guys."

"...That's right. He was such an unkind bastard. This one overlooked that."

"Well, even if you know as much as you can about him, because of his position as a Shaolin monk, everyone tends to think that way. But... who are you? Seeing that you swapped bodies with that fellow, Muheo, you don't seem to be an ordinary guy?"

"You will get to know about this one gradually... Since it has come to this, I'll ask one thing. The Half-Immortal Wine, is that the way to swap souls?"

"Hehe, you must be curious. But do you think I'll tell you that so easily? You'll know when you die and become a spirit, so don't be in such a hurry."

Lee Cheon-eok aimed his sword at Cheok Sagyeol again.

"Damn slippery eels. Even after showing this much of an opening, they don't bite at all."

Cheok Sagyeol took his hand off his thigh and wiped his bloody hand on his monk's robe.

His wound could no longer be called a wound.

He had tensed his muscles, stopped the bleeding, and then regenerated the wounded area.

"That much of a wound has disappeared? What kind of sorcery is that!?"

Lee Cheon-eok shouted, looking at the thigh where the stab wound had completely disappeared.

He couldn't even guess what method had been used.

"Sorcery, my ass. This much can be healed by just putting some spit on it!"

SWOOSH.

Cheok Sagyeol's figure rushed in with great speed.

At the same time, Lee Cheon-eok's sword flew like the wind.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

As Cheok Sagyeol's hand and Lee Cheon-eok's sword collided, a metallic sound continued.

It was because his hand had been hardened by the Indian Yoga Divine Art.

After forming a hand-blade with his hand in the form of a capital, and hardening it, the hand itself was no different from a weapon.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

Sparks flew, and Lee Cheon-eok's sword was sent flying.

As Cheok Sagyeol accurately attacked the gap between the immature sword stances, he had suffered a defeat.

'Gah. Did he grasp my sword stances in that time...'

'I thought I had hidden it and shown as little as possible.'

'But in that short demonstration, the opponent had grasped a considerable amount about me.'

'This was an unavoidable part, as he did not know Cheok Sagyeol's identity and had overlooked his insight.'

"Hehe, it's frustrating because it's not a fist, right?"

Cheok Sagyeol followed and pressed Lee Cheon-eok.

When a person who did not carry a weapon carries a weapon, the attack path is limited, and movement is restricted.

No matter how much of a peak master he was, it was a natural weakness because Lee Cheon-eok was not yet accustomed to the sword.

"Hmph! No matter how clumsy I am with the sword, I'm not at a level to be defeated by a guy who can't even use internal energy!"

ROAR.

A faint, translucent sword energy appeared.

Although it was not yet complete, it was the technique that had given him the moniker of the number one divine dragon of Gangdong.

SWOOSH, SWOOSH, SWOOSH, SWOOSH, SWOOSH.

The stances, combined with the sword energy, were a killing technique where not a single empty stance could be ignored.

Moreover, no matter how hardened it was, he did not dare to receive the sword energy with his hand.

'I can block it once, but my arm will eventually be cut off. No matter how much regenerative power I have, I won't be able to reattach a severed arm.'

'I don't know since I haven't tried it.'

'But Cheok Sagyeol made a calculation with his instinctive judgment.'

'For now, dodging is the best option.'

"Hehe, it's frustrating because you can't use internal energy, right? No matter how much you've obtained Muheo's body, you'll be frustrated because you can't use the Bodhi Lotus Art unless you know the incantation. Hehehe."

It was Lee Cheon-eok, returning the words he had said earlier.

He knew that the Bodhi Lotus Art was incomplete and was passed down orally, and that there was no secret manual.

That's why he was sneering, knowing that he couldn't use Muheo's martial arts.

"How long can you last by relying on mere sorcery?"

SWOOSH.

Lee Cheon-eok's sword was drawn, leaving a straight trajectory in the empty air.

It was a terribly fast sword, combined with the Wind God Footwork.

As Lee Cheon-eok had said, since he could not properly exert his footwork, Cheok Sagyeol hurriedly twisted his body.

But.

PLUNGE.

The sword pierced his left shoulder and came out his back.

SLASH. SPURT.

The sword, swung in that state.

Because it was imbued with strong qi, it easily broke Cheok Sagyeol's collarbone and cut off his shoulder.

It was a serious injury on a different dimension from the cut on his thigh earlier.

His left arm was dangling as if it would fall off at any moment.

SPURT. SPURT, SPURT.

Bright red blood spurted from the severed artery like a fountain.

Cheok Sagyeol looked at it indifferently and then turned his gaze to Lee Cheon-eok.

"As you said, this guy's internal energy is tricky, and there are spectators, so this one has been holding back."

"What? Spectators?"

Lee Cheon-eok looked around, but there was no one caught in his senses.

"They are assimilated into the formation, so no matter how much it's you, you can't find them."

"!"

"Focus on this one. From now on, I'll face you properly."

As Cheok Sagyeol's eyes shone, the blood on his shoulder stopped, and the severed wound began to recover.

At the same time, his monk's robe rippled as if submerged in water.

As the intense qi art was gradually operated, the energy was materialized, and the air heavily eroded the surroundings.

"H-how?"

"Just because I don't know the incantation doesn't mean that the circulation of internal energy is completely impossible, does it?"

"But because of the high cohesiveness of the Bodhi Lotus Art's internal energy, it should be difficult to handle with just will..."

"This one has accomplished that difficult thing. Hehe. But since you're Muheo's close friend, you seem to know quite a lot that even the Shaolin monks don't know?"

"..."

Lee Cheon-eok, realizing his mistake, finally closed his mouth.

Of course, the reason he closed his mouth was not just because of that.

The heavy air from the desert's heat and the tremendous pressure emitted by Cheok Sagyeol.

As the internal energy also constricted the surroundings, his breath was caught, and his body felt heavy as if submerged in the deep sea.

'Tremendous internal energy... that fellow, Muheo... to abandon such a vast internal energy and swap bodies with someone else... I'm one thing, but that fellow is a real eccentric...'

There are countless martial artists who cannot possess even a sixty-year cycle of internal energy even if they train for their entire lives.

But thinking of Muheo, who had thrown away five times that, five sixty-year cycles of internal energy, like a worn-out shoe, a sigh naturally came out.

As he thought that far, a sudden fear of Cheok Sagyeol came over Lee Cheon-eok.

'From the unusual sorcery to the opponent with whom that Muheo swapped bodies, giving up his internal energy.'

'Moreover, to handle Muheo's internal energy, which is difficult to handle without an incantation, so flexibly.'

TRICKLE.

'I... am not his opponent...'

Lee Cheon-eok was a person who was quick to calculate.

As soon as the estimate came out, his feet were already deploying the Wind God Footwork.

As he disappeared, Cheok Sagyeol smirked and said softly.

"It's worth bluffing sometimes. Oh my, my shoulder."

Although he had hurriedly recovered the wound on his shoulder, only the outside was fine, and the inside was still festering.

Cheok Sagyeol, who had patted his shoulder, looked in the direction Lee Cheon-eok had disappeared.

"You guys, don't just watch, do some work."

(End of Chapter)