The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 116

'What kind of dog-like talk is this?'

Mok Wigun's head snapped around. Jo Sucheon was smiling and talking to Sect Leader Jeung.

"We've come from afar, so we're all tired. And we also have a sick disciple."

He said, grabbing the shoulder of a disciple who was nearby. At that, the disciple stroked his solar plexus and frowned.

- Hey. He's playing a trick while grabbing his shoulder, right?

When Mok Wigun sent a telepathic message, Pyon Juksu retorted.

- That's right. He's pushing his internal energy into the acupoint that feels pain, so he can't help but be in pain.

But Jeung Yakcheon, who didn't know that, had a troubled expression.

"Ahem. We got the room first, but since you say you have a sick disciple, I'm really worried."

'What worry? Why are you worried?'

If he's sick, he should tell him to go see a doctor. Anyway, that gentleman is in big trouble because he doesn't know the ways of the world and is just kind.

But as Jeung Yakcheon seemed to be wavering, Jo Sucheon said in a pleading tone with a desperate expression.

"If you could make a concession considering the circumstances, I will not forget that favor."

It was clear that he was trying to take advantage of him, knowing what kind of person Jeung Yakcheon was. But a person who seemed to be of a similar age to Jo Sucheon muttered from the side.

"We have to prepare for the main tournament this time too..."

Dan Bulseok explained again. Taebaekmun, which had experienced a period of stagnation after Jo Wichang's death, was said to be on the rise recently. In particular, it was a place with great expectations for the future as it had accepted many good disciples.

"Last year, they passed the preliminaries in the sect battle and advanced to the main tournament."

"Oh? So that's why he's talking like that?"

That wasn't all. There were also two people who had advanced to the main tournament in the individual competition. So it was that they were being recognized as a new rising power. Mok Wigun looked over the people of Taebaekmun. As expected, there were many who seemed to have a good momentum.

It seems cheap, but the martial world is a world of the strong. A world where the strong are prioritized. The guy who had muttered added.

"Actually, shouldn't the people who need to rest rest?"

We are a sect with the skills to pass the preliminaries, so we should rest well. Shouldn't you, who don't have the skills, make a concession? It was a statement with such a meaning.

"Ahem. What kind of rude thing is that? Hurry up and apologize to the sect leader."

Jo Sucheon shouted in a rage. At that, the person who had spoken bowed his head and apologized to Jeung Yakcheon. But in Mok Wigun's eyes, this was a setup.

'He's subtly implanting in their minds that Taebaekmun should rest.'

Does what you've heard once disappear just because you apologize? It remains in your head. Since the martial world is such a world, it's natural that Taebaekmun should rest. Such a thought keeps coming to mind.

As expected, Jeung Yakcheon sighed. And probably the next thing to come out would be a statement that they would make a concession. They were openly making fun of him. Mok Wigun couldn't just stand by and watch them be made fun of like this.

"Where does it hurt?"

Mok Wigun grabbed the wrist of the disciple who said he was sick.

"Hey. What is this?"

Jo Sucheon shouted in a fluster. And the disciple also tried to pull his hand away. But was Mok Wigun a person who would let him do that? After subduing the disciple, he took his pulse.

"What? It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong."

At Mok Wigun's sudden action, the people of Taebaekmun were all flustered. Mok Wigun looked again and then called Pyon Juksu.

"Physician Pyon, please take a look."

"Shall I?"

Pyon Juksu approached stealthily and then examined the disciple here and there. Jo Sucheon tried to do something. But it was such an unexpected event, and it was over in an instant, so he couldn't do anything. He just said, 'Uh. Uh.' and the examination was over.

"There's nothing strange. Where does it hurt specifically?"

When Pyon Juksu asked, the disciple couldn't answer and just hesitated.

"Ahem!"

Jo Sucheon tried to pull the disciple away by using his hand. But Mok Wigun blocked him.

"What is this?"

"Someone said they were sick, so we're examining them. Is there a problem?"

It was then. Suddenly, someone who was eating stood up and greeted.

"No. Isn't that Sect Leader Mok of the Demon Dragon Manor?"

At the words 'Demon Dragon Manor', the surroundings suddenly became noisy. What martial artist wouldn't know about the incident at the Flame Pond Gorge? And the huge horn of the single-horned great serpent that was placed at the Demon Dragon Manor is famous. There probably isn't a person in this vicinity who hasn't seen that horn.

"I saw you at the Flame Pond. I am so-and-so from Hamyang."

"Ah. So you are Great Hero Park."

Mok Wigun also cupped his fists and greeted. At that, greetings poured in from all sides.

"I am so-and-so from Yeosan..."

"I am so-and-so from Mihyeon."

"So-and-so from Poseong..."

"From Sangju..."

It was a scene that showed the prestige of the Demon Dragon Manor. And Jo Sucheon of Taebaekmun was also startled at the words 'Demon Dragon Manor' and approached and greeted.

"I apologize. I am Jo Sucheon of Taebaekmun."

"I see. But I heard that we got the room first..."

"Uh... You came with Zhongnan?"

"I have a connection with Zhongnan, so I am accompanying them."

At that, Jo Sucheon stepped back and said.

"We didn't know that. We were just about to go see a doctor because we have a sick disciple."

"Oh? I can take a look on my way. Or Physician Pyon here can take a look."

At the words 'Physician Pyon', people started to whisper again.

"Is that the Physician Pyon who treated the Chang'an magistrate's mother?"

"They say that person cured what even the Divine Physician couldn't."

"They say he can even revive the dead. I'm telling you."

Jo Sucheon hurriedly said with a troubled face.

"No. How can we trouble the great hero with such a thing? We will leave."

After saying that, he quickly took his party and left the inn. Jeung Yakcheon, who had been watching the scene, approached and said.

"Your prestige and that of the Demon Dragon Manor are truly amazing."

Mok Wigun was about to say something to the sect leader but stopped. He judged that there were many listening ears and that it was not a place to talk.

"We've got several rooms, so let's go and rest for now."

It seemed Dan Bulseok had taken care of the room problem in the meantime. Dan Bulseok decided who would use which room, and everyone went into their rooms to rest. And so, the first day after leaving Zhongnan came to an end.

* * *

In the mountains, a little off the main road. Mok Wigun's party was gathered in a wide, flat area. The other people were gathered on one side, and Mok Wigun and the second-generation disciples were gathered separately.

"Anyone who can do it?"

At Mok Wigun's words, two people raised their hands. Mun Geomyeong and Gwak Wol.

"Two people."

It was a little disappointing. What Mok Wigun had ordered was to compress their internal energy. Among the second-generation disciples, there were only two who had adapted to this stage. The other disciples were having a hard time getting the hang of it.

In fact, even just two was amazing. Because they had reached this stage in a short period of time from a beginner state.

"For now, eat one of these and rest."

Mok Wigun handed out a pill to each of them. It was a pill for enhancing internal energy.

Although they hadn't stopped training while moving to Huashan, the disciples had followed well without complaining. Since they all knew well how important this competition was, they had rather come out actively.

'Pung Chosan will be fine if he just goes on like this, but the kids are the problem.'

The sect battle seemed difficult. Because the sect battle is not something that can be won by one or two people doing well. To win in the sect battle, you need 5 wins.

'Mun Geomyeong, Deungroe, and Gwak Wol. These three are the strongest.'

Among the seven second-generation disciples, they have to get at least 4 wins. So that the first-generation disciple, Pung Chosan, can go out and finish it. But that didn't seem easy.

Gwak Wol is very inconsistent. There are also cases where she loses absurdly. Deungroe will be fine in the beginning. But since everyone will be studying their opponents, his fatal weakness will soon be known. Mun Geomyeong is also not at a level where he can be said to bring a victory unconditionally.

'I have to count Sect Leader Jeung Yakcheon as not being there.'

At the end is the duel between the leaders. Usually, the elder with the strongest martial arts in the sect takes on the role of leader. So that even if it goes to the end of the sect battle, they can secure a victory.

But Jeung Yakcheon was not a person with strong martial arts. He had become the sect leader because of his good character and tolerance. His martial arts were not very low, but they were just so-so. So he hadn't even thought that he would win in the first place.

As he was thinking that, Jeung Yakcheon approached and asked.

"How is it?"

"Since we're doing our best, we'll have to wait and see."

"I'm sorry. It's something I should be doing, but I'm putting the burden on you and just watching like this."

Jeung Yakcheon's face was full of apology and shame.

"I also heard about yesterday. That the people of Taebaekmun played a trick."

He greatly blamed himself, saying it was because he was foolish.

"The sect leader didn't do well. But you shouldn't show this kind of appearance."

What would the disciples think if they saw this? So the head of a sect must show a firm appearance. Only then can the people below move forward without wavering.

"Alright. I was being foolish."

He probably knows it too. But knowing it doesn't mean you can do it.

'Still, you have to do it. Sect Leader Jeung.'

Now is a situation where it's uncertain whether they can achieve their goal even if everyone goes forward with one mind. So everyone has to do their best.

"Alright. Everyone do your breathing exercises, and when that's over, we'll train again!"

At Mok Wigun's words, the people who had stopped started to move again.

* * *

How nice it would be if time could be held back. But time continued to flow, and Mok Wigun's party finally arrived at Huashan.

"Wow. It's amazing."

The disciples' eyes widened at the sight they had never seen before. The scale was enormous. There were about ten stages for duels, and each one was quite large.

"One duel stage is as big as our training ground."

"It's a little smaller than the training ground."

"But there are so many of them."

They had secured enough space around each duel stage so that people could watch. There were about ten such stages and also auxiliary facilities. So it felt like a whole new city had been created.

"Since it's this scale, they hold it at Huashan every year."

Mok Wigun also understood after seeing it in person. The space is one thing, but it's a matter that requires an enormous amount of manpower and capital. Most places wouldn't even dare to try.

The people were also amazing. Although it couldn't be compared to Chang'an, there probably wasn't a place in the West Academy area where so many people had gathered, except for Chang'an. They were all busy looking around in a daze. But it was a scenery they would get to see to their heart's content while they were here.

"Since the registration is until today, let's take a short break and then move."

So they moved to the place they had reserved in advance. Since they had to stay here for a considerable period of time, they had reserved a place to stay in advance. But as soon as they arrived, a problem arose.

"What do you mean by that? That another place is using it?"

(End of Chapter)