The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 49

The Thunder Prison of the Wind Forest.

It could not be called a general prison.

It was just a clearing next to the thatched cottage where the Hidden Wind Squad lived, and four small stone pagodas were placed around Lee Cheon-eok.

But that alone was enough to imprison Lee Cheon-eok.

CRACKLE.

"Ugh!"

Lee Cheon-eok was startled by the lightning that sparked when he touched a stone pagoda with his finger.

It was a pain that made him frown even though he was wearing a protective qi.

"It's useless no matter what you do, so just stay still."

Gam-no said, glaring at Lee Cheon-eok.

The name of the formation that had imprisoned Lee Cheon-eok was the Four-Directional Earth Thunder Formation.

The formation cores that made up the formation were not objects, but the four members of the Hidden Wind Squad.

Unless one was a master who could surpass the combined strength of those four, one could not escape from that place.

"..."

Lee Cheon-eok folded his arms and sat down quietly.

Although his expression was sullen, there was nothing he could do.

Gam-no snorted and looked at one side of the Wind Forest.

There, the entrance of the Wind and Sand Soul-Returning Formation was opening, and two people were revealing themselves.

"Pavilion Master, did the talk with the family head go well?"

"You know well that my brother is a cold and brilliant person, Gam-no. It's only natural."

"My, what a strong brotherly bond. Hoho."

"Of course."

Baili Lin smirked and looked at Lee Cheon-eok.

"You're in a fine mess. Geumgae."

"..."

When Lee Cheon-eok said nothing, Baili Lin said to Cheok Sagyeol.

"You can handle opening his mouth yourself."

"I'll handle it myself, so just leave. And while you're at it, release that formation."

"That won't do."

"You have that Wind and Sand Soul-Returning Formation, so he won't be able to escape. Why don't you release it?"

"Seeing your gaze, I can't release it even more. It's a gaze that looks like you'll beat him to death if I release it, and I can't make Huang's body a cripple."

'Damn... did my gaze leak out without me knowing?'

"Tsk, alright. Then everyone, get out. I want to be alone with him."

As Cheok Sagyeol waved his hand, Baili Lin nodded to the members of the Hidden Wind Squad, and they all disappeared into the Wind and Sand Soul-Returning Formation.

When they were left alone, Cheok Sagyeol approached Lee Cheon-eok.

"Hey."

"..."

"Hey."

"..."

"You're going to keep your mouth shut?"

"..."

"I really like guys who keep their mouths shut."

Cheok Sagyeol slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm.

"There are two kinds of people in the world. Who are they? Aren't you curious?"

Now he began to roll up the sleeve of his right arm.

"They are the ones who have been beaten by this one and the ones who will be beaten."

At Cheok Sagyeol's words, Lee Cheon-eok smirked.

"You're laughing? Are you laughing in front of this one, right now?"

"Try it if you can. If you can hit me even once, I'll answer whatever you want."

The formation that had imprisoned him, the Four-Directional Earth Thunder Formation.

Calculating the repulsive force when he touched it, it was a level where one had to have at least two sixty-year cycles of internal energy to even dare to try.

Also, there was one thing Lee Cheon-eok wanted to confirm.

'The energy of the Bodhi Lotus Art I saw then. Was it really circulated...'

As far as he knew, the Bodhi Lotus Art was close to impossible to handle if one did not know the incantation.

It would not react unless one had a considerable mental power.

If that were possible, there would be a possibility if one was counted among the top ten in the world.

'With this one move, I'll be able to roughly guess who that guy, Muheo, swapped bodies with...'

Lee Cheon-eok showed a gaze that seemed to be blatantly ignoring him.

A vein popped out on Cheok Sagyeol's forehead.

"What does this bastard take this one for?"

SWOOSH.

Cheok Sagyeol approached a stone pagoda and drew Sa-wang.

'Since he's a beggar bastard who handles information, he seems to be trying to gauge who this one is. Open your dog eyes wide and look carefully. I don't know if you'll be able to figure it out though. Hehe.'

After taking the upper stance, he gently readjusted his grip on Sa-wang's hilt with both hands.

"Phew..."

As he exhaled, his muscles tensed, and his upper body, which had swelled as if it would burst with the Indian Yoga Divine Art, twitched.

It was a preparatory stage to exert the maximum external force.

Although he couldn't use it in a real battle, since it was an unmoving stone pagoda, he was testing it.

'With my current muscle strength, this is the limit.'

When Cheok Sagyeol judged that he had reached the limit, he brought down Sa-wang like a thunderbolt.

CLANG. SIZZLE.

Sa-wang, an inch in front, could not advance any further.

The lightning qi protecting the stone pagoda was pushing Sa-wang away as if it had a repulsive force.

'Tsk.'

As he withdrew Sa-wang and stepped back, hot steam flowed from Cheok Sagyeol's entire body.

It was because the lightning qi had ridden Sa-wang and had also struck his body.

"It's thrilling, isn't it? You look like a well-roasted squid. It's a good sight. Hehe."

Lee Cheon-eok sneered and let out a chuckle.

"I was just testing the waters, you bastard."

'My pride is in tatters.'

Cheok Sagyeol spat out the bitter taste in his mouth and gripped Sa-wang's hilt again.

"Can't you use your internal energy? Or are you deliberately not using it? You should know that it's not something that can be cut by just swinging with strength."

"That's the standard for weaklings like you."

Cheok Sagyeol caught his breath again.

The limit of strength set by the subconscious. In a line where there were no side effects, the previous strength was the maximum.

'If the limit doesn't work, I just have to surpass the limit.'

In the first place, the Indian Yoga Divine Art can exert more strength by surpassing the limit.

Just as the demonic transformation of the cult crosses its own limits by falling into the demonic nature.

The burden on the body from the demonic transformation was about twice as much, so after using it, there was only a slight muscle pain.

But the Indian Yoga Divine Art was not twice as much, but ten times, or perhaps even more.

'The problem is that it doesn't just end with muscle pain, and I could become habitually dependent on it...'

A huge power with no set limit is like a drug.

Even if the body is broken, one cannot escape from being immersed in that pleasure.

"I wouldn't have used this if I could help it, but since breaking the common sense of frogs in a well like you is one of this one's hobbies, I'll show you specially."

CREAK. CREAK.

A unique sound was generated as if the muscles were creaking, not just twitching.

Although it was not visible, hidden by his martial arts uniform, numerous veins were bulging on Cheok Sagyeol's body.

The stance was the same upper stance as before.

ROAR.

But the power dwelling within it was an immeasurable great force.

CRACK.

There was no loud noise in cutting the stone pagoda from the top to the bottom.

It was because it had cleanly cut even the repulsive qi.

"H-how can this be..."

Lee Cheon-eok was so surprised that his eyes were about to pop out.

To think he had cut something that required a force of more than two sixty-year cycles with only external force.

No matter how much divine power he had, it was an impossible thing.

"Hey, let's get hit a little now."

Cheok Sagyeol, who had entered the released Four-Directional Earth Thunder Formation, rotated his wrists and relaxed his stiff muscles.

Because if he hit him in his current state, he wouldn't just be a cripple, but would die right away.

"G-great hero. Let's talk. I'll tell you everything."

"Speak. This one will just hit you a little for now."

Soon, Lee Cheon-eok's screams echoed in the sky.

But the sound of the willow leaves fluttering in the wind covered it.

* * *

"So to summarize, the characteristics of the Bodhi Lotus Art are three."

At Cheok Sagyeol's question, Lee Cheon-eok nodded his head, rubbing his bruised eyes.

"That's right. First, because the cohesiveness of the Bodhi Lotus Art's internal energy is strong, its destructive power is superior to other internal energies. It is at a level that is not inferior to demonic arts. However, as much as the gathering force is strong, it is quite tricky to handle."

To explain, since the internal energy itself tries to clump together, it is difficult to circulate and difficult to manifest outside the body.

"Second, its stability is particularly outstanding among Buddhist qi arts. It is safe even if touched during qi circulation, and there is no risk of qi deviation even if one uses internal energy while having internal injuries."

'It's a cheat.'

'It meant that there was no great difficulty in operating his internal energy even if he had internal injuries.'

"Third, the speed of accumulating internal energy is second to none, even though it is a righteous art. It is not comparable to demonic or evil arts."

'How on earth is that possible?'

Cheok Sagyeol tilted his head.

Righteous arts have high stability and are easy to enter the higher realms, but they have the disadvantage of slow achievement.

Demonic and evil arts were the opposite.

But the Bodhi Lotus Art had sublimated its weaknesses into strengths.

"I can't find any weaknesses, so why was it left as an incomplete martial art? It's perfect, fuck."

'I don't want to admit it, but I have to.'

'Although it has the point of being difficult to handle, for those who are geniuses, it is not a weakness, but a challenge they want to overcome.'

'Huh? This bastard knows something?'

Cheok Sagyeol read it in Lee Cheon-eok's gaze.

A gaze that was hiding something.

"But you know well what even the Shaolin monks don't know?"

"I heard all sorts of things while drinking with that friend, Muheo, often."

'Indeed, a friend is someone you can confide in even what you can't tell your parents.'

'Moreover, if it's a drinking buddy, how much more so?'

"Then you must also know the reason why it's an incomplete martial art? It was among the various things you heard, right? Right?"

"There was none."

Lee Cheon-eok said, looking at Cheok Sagyeol confidently.

"None?"

"Yes."

"Really none?"

"It's true."

Cheok Sagyeol rolled up his sleeves again.

"Alright, keep your mouth shut. It's you who's in pain, not me."

"It's useless even if you hit me. What I don't know, I don't know."

"That's right. What you don't know, you don't know. But from experience, I've found that you get to know things you don't know if you get hit. Come to think of it, experience is a real asset. Right?"

"..."

Lee Cheon-eok swallowed his dry saliva.

The bone-breaking and beatings from before were floating in his mind.

"Of course, you might still not know. Since you've experienced pain once. Painful experiences are also an asset, so you get used to it again."

'What is he going to do now?'

Lee Cheon-eok was overcome with anxiety.

"If you still don't know, you'll die. This one has a bad habit of losing my reason if I can't solve my curiosity even with the one who has the answer in front of me."

"Kill me? In the secret place of the Baili family, me, who has the body of their heir?"

"Right, you wouldn't believe it. Don't believe it. I'm not begging you to believe it. For now, think carefully while getting hit. We have a lot of time."

BAM.

Lee Cheon-eok, who was hit by a sudden front kick, grabbed his solar plexus and rolled on the floor.

Then, Cheok Sagyeol's fists began to rain down like crazy.

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

The elastic punches stretched and shortened, and then stretched again, adding speed to the rhythm of the beating.

'This crazy monster bastard.'

Although Lee Cheon-eok curled up his body and protected his vital points, he felt his bones ache and his internal organs churn.

'I-is he really trying to beat me to death?'

'His eyes, which were barely visible, were half-rolled back.'

'He didn't hold back, regardless of whether he died or not.'

'It was a different kind of fear from being hit while exuding killing intent.'

BAM. CRACK. BAM. CRUNCH.

He had been hit so much that his bones began to break.

His ribs were shattered, and even his hard shinbones were dangling.

"G-great hero..."

Lee Cheon-eok let out a faint voice.

Cheok Sagyeol, whether he didn't hear it or pretended not to, did not stop the beating.

"Great... hero! Ugh! Ugh! Great hero! Gak!"

When he shouted with all his might, the punching finally stopped.

"S-stop. Stop hitting me. I'll tell you. Cough."

"Already? We've just started?"

"If... if I get hit more, I think I'll die. I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything."

"Geez. You have no backbone... But you're a guy who has lived long enough, so why are you so attached to life? You've lived in luxury, so you must have enjoyed it enough. Is there still something more you want to do?"

As Cheok Sagyeol had said, Lee Cheon-eok's attachment to life was excessive.

No, to be precise, it was an attachment to his second life.

"How can I die like this after getting a new life... cough. In my previous life, I struggled with misfortune and bad luck my whole life, so this time, I'm going to live properly."

Although he had a tremendous fortune, he only had a fortune.

He had not been able to have a single thing a person should have, and the only friends he had made in his later years after becoming a beggar were the Four Eccentrics.

"Properly with a stolen life? You're talking nonsense."

"..."

Lee Cheon-eok, while composing himself, did not open his mouth about that.

"Now then, tell me. Why was the Bodhi Lotus Art left incomplete?"

"...That is..."

"If you're going to hesitate, let's get hit some more."

As Cheok Sagyeol relaxed his hands, Lee Cheon-eok was startled and said.

"B-because the Bodhi Lotus Art is a virgin art."

"A virgin art?"

'What is that?'

'Is it an abbreviation for a martial art that a virgin monk learns?'

Cheok Sagyeol tilted his head at the word he had never heard before.

(End of Chapter)