The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 115

Mok Wigun first said to try it as it was, and then to try it by compressing his internal energy. Pung Chosan, as instructed, sent out the first palm strike.

Thwack!

A handprint was left on the rock. He sent out a second palm strike in succession.

Kwa-deuk!

A sound that was clearly different from before was heard. The depth was also deeper. Pung Chosan, who had never practiced on a rock, was amazed.

"This goes in deeper?"

But Mok Wigun was not looking at that. He went and checked the size of the two palms. The handprint that was made later was finely but slightly smaller.

The palm force now was more than Mok Wigun had expected. It was amazing.

There are stages and levels in compressing internal energy. If it's the beginner stage, the size of the handprint is not different. This was an attack in a state of being quite skilled and complete. Mok Wigun asked again.

"When did you succeed in this?"

"Ah. That is. It was on and off for a few days."

Then he had thought about how to do it better, and he said he had asked for advice from the Light Wind Unit and Pyon Juksu. And he said he had realized something from their words and had reached his current state.

"You did well. It's important to think about it alone, but if it doesn't work out even after doing that, you have to ask."

Mok Wigun asked something else.

"Is it always possible to control it to a similar degree? And it's not like the preparation process is long or anything?"

There should be no difference from when he usually performs martial arts. What's the use if he can only perform it after a lot of preparation? The enemy is unlikely to wait for that. They'll attack first in the meantime.

"No. It took some time at first, but now there's no difference. As for how that became possible..."

"Shut up!"

Mok Wigun sighed.

'They're all good, but I don't know why the guys with some skills talk so much.'

Pyon Juksu and Pung Chosan. They're perfect except for the fact that they talk a lot.

But it was a really good thing. Now it was really worth a try. Mok Wigun thought he had gotten a little closer to the picture he was thinking of.

"Alright. Then I'll teach you how to use that better now."

"Pardon? Is there something more?"

Mok Wigun answered with an expression that said, 'Why are you asking something so obvious?'

"Of course. That's the basics. The basics. Alright. Then let's try to roll in a different way now."

"Hahaha. I'm suddenly a little tired. The fatigue is no joke when you compress your internal energy. Aigo, my head is a little dizzy too..."

Pung Chosan said that and tried to run away, but it was impossible. Mok Wigun grabbed Pung Chosan by the scruff of his neck and dragged him.

"Don't worry. The way to use that will also be fun."

But Pung Chosan already knew. That what he said was fun was the fact that it was so painful that he would faint.

"Can't we rest and do it in the afternoon? I'm not feeling well right now, and it's almost time for a meal..."

At those words, Mok Wigun looked at Pung Chosan. And he said with a smile.

"If you exercise, your body will get better, and your appetite will also improve."

* * *

"It's complete!"

Pyon Juksu clenched his fist. He had finally created an elixir that enhanced internal energy.

"Alright. See? Didn't I say I could make it? Uhahaha."

Pyon Juksu looked at Mok Wigun, put his hands on his waist, and stuck out his chest.

"Hurry up and admire it. Praise the work that no one else in this world could have done if it weren't for my skills!"

"It's all good, but is it only half a year's worth of internal energy?"

"That... That's because you told me to make it with safety as the top priority. Instead, there are no side effects at all, and the risk factors are really, really not even a speck."

Since Pyon Juksu had done so many strange things, he had repeatedly told him to make the internal energy-enhancing potion absolutely safe. At that, he had made something that was terribly safe.

"And we're leaving today, so what are you going to do with it now that it's finished?"

He had been planning to increase his internal energy a little before leaving for the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly, but it was too late.

"That's also because I was careful to make it safe..."

"No. Yes. Where is this?"

"That's right. I'm telling you, if it weren't for me, you would never have been able to make this."

Mok Wigun nodded. The guy's words were also right. It was all thanks to Pyon Juksu's ability that he was able to make something like this.

"Yes. You've worked hard. Hurry up and pack it."

Pyon Juksu quickly packed the internal energy-enhancing potion made into a pill.

"There's a slight setback in the plan, but it can't be helped. I have no choice but to increase it a little as we go."

After packing everything he needed to pack, he went outside, and the people were already waiting.

"Let's leave quickly."

Sect Leader Jeung Yakcheon said. He had decided to go with them to the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly West Academy preliminaries. He had followed them as the leader.

Although it's not uncommon for the head of a small sect to come, in the case of the Nine Sects One Gang, it's rare for the sect leader to come out. And that's for the preliminaries.

"This might be the last time, so how can I just stay in the sect?"

The sect leader said that and volunteered to be the leader.

"We'll go too."

The second-generation disciples who had been eliminated in the selection match also said they would go. So the scale became larger than he had thought.

If there are many people, there are many things to prepare, and many unexpected things happen. So it was decided that the participants of the competition would leave first, and the rest would follow.

And so, Zhongnan left Mount Zhongnan to participate in the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly preliminaries.

* * *

"Wow. There are so many people."

"Are all these people going to see the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly?"

The disciples looked at the people and whispered. The road to Huashan along the main road. Perhaps because of the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly preliminaries, there were quite a lot of people on the road to Huashan.

"There's no spectacle like the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly."

Gu Mungoe said. Isn't one of the most interesting things in the world watching a fight? Besides, since all the prominent martial artists in the vicinity are coming out, it's natural for people's interest to be focused.

"Think about Mount Xiaohua. Even for an event that was announced so suddenly, people flocked like a swarm of bees, but this one has a set date."

Although there were many martial artists who had come to Mount Xiaohua coveting the elixir, there were more people who had come to watch. There were also a considerable number of merchants who had come targeting those people.

"Come to think of it, you've never seen the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly, young master."

Dan Bulseok said.

"That's right."

He had only been at the detached villa on Mount Yakwang. He had been around there. Although he had occasionally visited Chang'an, he had never been to any other place.

Perhaps because he had been attacked, he was afraid of leaving somewhere. So he had never seen the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly. Of course, he had been in more amazing fights himself many times.

"But you don't seem very interested."

"Aigo. Isn't our sect leader the one who fought with those amazing monsters at the Flame Pond? There's no way something like the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly preliminaries would catch his eye."

At Dan Bulseok's words, Gu Mungoe stepped forward and said. The Light Wind Unit often called Mok Wigun 'sect leader'. Although the Demon Dragon Manor had not officially opened its sect, since it was widely known, they had to call him 'sect leader'.

"When we move the manor, we have to change the name first."

He was looking for a place to move the manor. And when he moved, Mok Wigun was thinking of definitely changing the name. Because whenever he heard the name 'Demon Dragon Manor', bad memories kept coming to mind, and it was annoying.

"We'll have to rest there today."

It's a few days' journey to Huashan. It's a relief if there's a village in the middle, and if not, you have to rest at the inns in the middle. If there's no inn, you have to sleep outdoors while being exposed to the cold dew. It's something that every martial artist experiences.

"I don't know if there will be any seats."

The party was all sixteen people. Nine second-generation disciples, Pung Chosan, and Jeung Yakcheon. And Mok Wigun, two Light Wind Unit members, Pyon Juksu, and Hwangbo Ryeong.

It's not a small number. Besides, since so many people were flocking, all the guest rooms might have been taken. Gu Mungoe, who had heard that, quickly ran. It was to check if there were any guest rooms.

"What do we do if there are no seats?"

Mun Soso, who was going out for the first time, asked.

"We'll have to look for a place to sleep. Usually, people also use places like the Guan Di Temple a lot, but since there are so many people today, I don't think there will be any seats there either."

There was still a long time until the sun set. Since there are various methods, they can decide what to do after seeing the situation.

"Are you alright?"

Mok Wigun approached Sect Leader Jeung Yakcheon and asked.

"I'm fine. It's nice to be out after a long time and see the scenery like this."

Although he said that, his expression was not that of a person who had come out to play. His hardened face, as if he was worried, did not relax. It would probably be difficult for his face to brighten up before he got good results in the preliminaries.

But until they almost arrived at the inn, Gu Mungoe did not come out. If there were guest rooms, he would have made a reservation and come out to let them know, and if there weren't, he would have come to say there weren't.

"I'll go."

Dan Bulseok ran and entered the inn. Then, after a while, he came out with a troubled expression.

"There's a bit of a fight inside."

"A fight? Did that guy Gu Mungoe cause trouble again?"

"Ah. I don't think so. It's that Gu Mungoe arrived first and was getting a guest room..."

It was that a group that had followed right behind had said they would use the room, so a dispute had started.

"If we came and talked first, it's ours. What are you talking about?"

Mok Wigun entered the inn.

"I came first and got it, so what are you talking about?"

"You just talked first, but we were the ones who came first. And your party hasn't even arrived yet."

"No, owner. Say something. I got the room first, didn't I?"

The inside was noisy. There were quite a few people eating inside, and they were all watching with interest.

"What's the matter?"

Gu Mungoe, when the party came in, was delighted and ran over.

"Young master. No, aren't those people saying something absurd?"

It was then. The person who seemed to be the leader of the opposing group suddenly cupped his fists and greeted.

"No. Isn't that Sect Leader Jeung of Zhongnan?"

Jeung Yakcheon, who was coming in behind Mok Wigun, received the greeting.

"Sect Leader Jo of Taebaekmun. It's been a long time."

While Mok Wigun was wondering, Dan Bulseok approached and whispered.

"Taebaekmun is a place that is making a name for itself near Mount Taebaek."

The largest sect in that area. Taebaekmun was opened by Jo Wichang, the Single Sword of Taebaek, and Jo Wichang was a master to the extent that his name was known throughout the martial world. The current sect leader was said to be Jo Wichang's son, Jo Sucheon.

"Jo Sucheon is also known as a considerable master, although not as much as his father."

But while Mok Wigun was listening to the story, Jo Sucheon smiled and said to Sect Leader Jeung.

"Please give us the guest rooms."

(End of Chapter)