The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 7

"Damn bastards."

“If I go to the event today, I'll only be humiliated. Those so-called righteous faction bastards, they look down on and ignore you so much if you seem even a little weak.”

"If it weren't for that incident 10 years ago."

The bloody incident of 10 years ago. Over twenty masters from Zhongnan were killed or went missing all at once. They were all people with skills at or above the peak master level.

A level that could be considered the entire fighting force of Zhongnan. Not only Zhongnan but also the Martial Alliance investigated, but they couldn't find out who the culprit was.

Pung Oksan investigated like a madman. But in the process, he was ambushed and seriously injured. With the injury of the strongest master remaining in Zhongnan, Zhongnan fell into ruin.

"I need to find out what happened, but with this body."

There is nothing more miserable than a martial artist who cannot properly perform martial arts. Pung Oksan thought he should go to the marketplace and look around. He thought it might lift his gloomy mood a bit.

The bustling street was not far from the Mok family estate. It wasn't long before Pung Oksan arrived at a place crowded with people.

People selling things. People buying things. People looking around. A guy trying to steal. All sorts of sounds made by that many people.

"It's noisy and lively, I like it."

Seeing the energetic people made him feel better. But as he was looking around, an interesting story caught Pung Oksan's ear.

"That physician must be really skilled."

"I know, right? He saved a dead person, and then made him perfectly fine in just a few days."

His ears perked up at the sound of a divine physician who could even save the dead. It was because he wondered if he could be cured too. Pung Oksan hurriedly asked the person who was talking.

"Excuse me. Is it true that he saved a dead person?"

"Ah. Physician Pyeon? Of course, it's true."

The people said that Physician Pyeon was at the Mok family's annex on Mount Yakwang.

"Annex? The annex is where that child, Wigun, is."

Pung Oksan hurriedly headed towards Mount Yakwang. But as he was moving quickly, he stopped in his tracks.

"No. To move like this after believing just one person's story."

Pung Oksan reproached himself. Aren't all rumors from the marketplace like that? Many are exaggerated, and many are misinformed. So to move like this after hearing just one person's story was not like his usual self.

But his desperate heart made him rash. The numerous insults and contempt he had suffered because of his injury. It was so painful that he longed for a cure, and so he would get excited like this whenever he heard of a skilled physician.

"Get a grip."

He wiped his dry face and shook his head. And he began to look into that physician a little more.

"Physician Pyeon, you say? The talk of the town has been all about him lately."

"But, it'll be useless even if you go."

"That's right. Didn't everyone who went to ask for a meeting get rejected?"

It seemed certain that he had indeed saved a dead person. But everyone said that Physician Pyeon would be hard to meet. That countless people had gone to see him, but no one had met him. But then someone said something shocking.

"Who was it? Right. After saving the third young master of the Mok family, it was a huge uproar."

At the mention of the third young master of the Mok family, Pung Oksan's expression hardened.

"When you say the third young master, are you talking about Young Master Mok Wigun?"

"Of course. He died from a sudden illness, but Physician Pyeon brought him back to life."

Pung Oksan's face became serious. To think that the person who was said to have died was Mok Wigun.

"How did that happen?"

"Is he alright now?"

He poured out questions urgently.

"How would we know the details?"

"I heard he's walking around perfectly fine."

Most people didn't know how it had happened. They said he was all better now.

Pung Oksan thanked them and quickened his pace. His own business was important, but he was worried about Mok Wigun.

"How could such a thing..."

He was a pitiful child. Hadn't he lost his mother, Lady Son, 10 years ago? But for such misfortune to befall him as well. It seemed as if all the misfortune in the world was attached to that child.

"Still, it's a relief that he's safe."

He knew that Mok Wigun couldn't attend the banquet. It had been like that every year. So he had planned to meet him separately, and he thought it was a good opportunity.

But a familiar voice stopped him as he was moving busily.

"Aigoo. Who is this! Isn't it Daoist Master Pung Oksan of Zhongnan?"

He knew who it was without even turning his head. Sa Hongmyeong of Huashan. The one he had wanted to avoid the most while coming here.

Ever since his injury, he had been scratching at his insides every time they met. It would have been a little better if he had just ignored him outright. Listening to him pretend to be concerned while subtly putting him down made his blood boil so much he couldn't stand it.

'This is why I didn't want to come at all.'

If it hadn't been for the earnest request of the Sect Leader, he would never have come. But to run into him like this. He was just too unlucky.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Ah. Daoist Master Sa. I was on my way somewhere for an urgent matter."

"An urgent matter? You mean there's something more important than the Mok family's business right now?"

Sa Hongmyeong said with a sly smile.

"It seems like you're deliberately avoiding the event. Why don't we go together instead?"

"Hah. Avoiding the event, what are you talking about?"

Pung Oksan said it was absurd and asked for his understanding.

"I'm sorry. I really have another urgent matter."

Pung Oksan knew that nothing good would come from continuing to talk. So he left with those words and departed.

"Is that so? Then I'll tell the Family Head. That you went somewhere else for a more important matter."

Sa Hongmyeong's voice came from behind him. He was speaking as if he were looking out for him, but his tone was full of sarcasm. The guy's attitude was so disgusting.

"On the outside, they pretend to be good people, calling themselves Daoists, but on the inside, they're all black-hearted bastards."

Pung Oksan deliberately sped up. He felt that if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to control the anger welling up inside him.

He got tired quickly because there were restrictions on his use of internal energy. It wasn't steep, but there was still a slope, which made it more difficult. Still, after moving to the point of panting, he was able to forget the unpleasant memory from a moment ago.

As he climbed the hill, a landscape that had been hidden until now unfolded before his eyes. A wide, flat land spread out, and on it was a rather magnificent house.

"Ah. There it is."

The Mok family's annex was beautiful no matter when he saw it. It was elegant and graceful, like looking at Lady Son.

Seeing the annex brought back old memories. Zhongnan had a deep connection with Mok Wigun's mother, Lady Son. When he was young, Mok Wigun had even trained in martial arts at Zhongnan. With peers of So Jeonghak, who had come with him.

"He was a bright child. Tsk tsk."

He stopped running and caught his breath. And not long after, he was able to arrive at the annex.

"How may I help you?"

The steward came out and greeted him.

"I am Pung Oksan from Zhongnan."

"It's Daoist Master Pung. But what brings you here?"

"I came to see the Third Young Master."

It had been several years since they had met, so he was quite looking forward to seeing how he had changed. But his expectations were not met.

"The Young Master is not here at the moment."

"Has he gone out somewhere?"

"Yes. He went to the main house."

Their paths had crossed. He felt a pang of regret that he would have met him if he had just gone to the Mok family estate.

"Do you know when he will be back?"

"He said he would just take care of his business and come back, so he should be back before the sun sets."

That was a relief.

"Would you like to wait inside?"

"No. Since I'm here, I'll look around Mount Yakwang for a bit and come back later."

Waiting endlessly inside was too suffocating. So he walked around, admiring the nearby scenery.

"That physician named Pyeon Jeoksu. I wonder if I can meet him."

He had heard that he didn't meet anyone other than Mok Wigun, but wasn't he well-acquainted with Mok Wigun? Not just acquainted, but a very close relationship. So he thought it would be possible to ask for at least an examination.

"This time, I just hope I can at least find out the cause..."

Getting injured is a common occurrence in the Martial World. That's why every martial artist knows a certain amount about medicine. Pung Oksan had also thought he had some knowledge in the field.

But the injury he sustained while investigating 10 years ago was so bizarre.

He had gone to see countless skilled physicians over the years. But there was no physician who could cure his injury. Forget curing it, there wasn't a single physician who even knew what the problem was.

But now, there was hope.

"To think he saved someone whom all the other physicians said would die."

It meant he was no ordinary physician. He was hopeful. He felt that such a physician might be able to at least tell him the cause. It didn't matter if it was just his own hope. Because without even that hope, he would be as good as dead.

"Wait. This isn't the time for this."

Pung Oksan wandered around the vicinity, and when he saw a suitable place, he moved there.

He planned to practice his martial arts. To check where he was uncomfortable, and where and how things were strange when he raised his internal energy. So that he could explain it in a little more detail when he met the physician.

"Hoo."

Taking a deep breath and getting into a stance, Pung Oksan slowly began to perform his martial arts.

* * *

Mok Wigun left the Mok family estate and headed for the annex. But when he reached a place where the annex was visible in the distance, Pyeon Jeoksu was waiting.

"What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Someone came looking for you. I came to let you know."

"Me?"

There was no one in particular who would come looking for him.

"He said he was Pung Oksan of Zhongnan."

"Ah. Daoist Master Pung Oksan."

Hearing that, he remembered. Until 10 years ago, he used to visit Zhongnan often. And the time there remained as a pleasant memory. It was one of the few happy memories in Mok Wigun's memory.

"Where is he now?"

"He was practicing martial arts over there."

Mok Wigun moved in the direction Pyeon Jeoksu indicated.

Pung Oksan was there. He was slowly performing martial arts among the bushes, but it was a bit strange. He would move for a moment, then stop with a grimace. He repeated the process of moving and stopping.

"He doesn't seem to be well somewhere."

At Pyeon Jeoksu's words, something came to mind.

"I heard he suffered a serious injury."

The two of them observed Pung Oksan's movements a little more. His unnatural actions continued. They watched him intently, and when they felt they had seen enough, they quietly returned to the annex.

As soon as he entered the room, Mok Wigun asked for his opinion.

"How is it?"

Pyeon Jeoksu tilted his head and said.

"It was a bit strange for an injury, so I kept watching from a distance."

"Right? I thought it was a bit strange too. It doesn't seem like a normal injury."

"From what I see, it seems like there's a problem with moving his internal energy. And the feeling is a bit strange too."

(End of Chapter)