Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 111

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Chapter 111

 

 

After making them all nearly die.

Now saying the Successor Candidate mustn’t die.

Well, it wasn’t something Jung Myeong couldn’t understand.

 

‘Beggar’s Sect originally has many madmen.’

 

Most Martial Artists were eccentric.

Doing the same training every day was perfect for going mad.

And the closer one got to Divine Technique Ultimate Learning, the higher that probability became.

 

‘The will of the one who first created the martial art inevitably seeps into the technique.’

 

Just as Zhang Sanfeng’s will, the Sect Founding Patriarch of Wudang Sect, permeated Wudang martial arts.

The higher the level of this martial art, the stronger such characteristics became.

It was the nature of martial arts.

One human accepting another’s will – perfect conditions for madness.

And on top of that, beggars.

 

‘These so-called beggars aren’t exactly proper people.’

 

Having power yet choosing to beg for food.

Those who uphold the chivalry spoken of in Murim, yet receive no compensation for it.

Perfect conditions for madness.

 

‘There’s no psychology in this era, but even without knowing that, it’s clearly perfect for going mad.’

 

So Jung Myeong well knew there were many eccentric characters.

Normally, he would have just laughed it off.

However.

 

‘Coming before me and acting like this is a different matter, isn’t it?’

 

He would provide treatment.

That was his principle.

But he intended to make sure they gave up any thoughts of receiving treatment nicely.

 

“Of course I must provide treatment.”

“Hehe. Thank you! You truly are a great Physician!”

“But what are you planning to give as payment?”

“What?”

“Payment for the treatment. This is treating someone who’s a Successor Candidate, so you have something prepared as payment, right?”

“!!!!”

 

At Jung Myeong’s words openly mentioning payment, Strange Madman’s mouth fell agape.

Even knowing his thoughts, Jung Myeong only wore a gentle smile.

 

‘Let’s see how much you’ve looked into things.’

 

 

* * *

 

 

Strange Madman was flustered by Jung Myeong’s smile.

 

‘What’s with this guy?’

 

He knew about having Poison Heart.

But to use that Poison Heart in such a way.

This was the first time Strange Madman had been treated like this since becoming a Beggar’s Sect Elder.

 

‘Let me get my bearings.’

 

He chuckled as if he’d never been flustered.

To avoid showing that he’d been shaken.

Then he asked with the expression of a kindly grandfather looking at a mischievous grandchild.

 

“Hey now, where would this beggar have money? If I had money, I’d be rich – would that make me a beggar?”

“Looking at you, you do seem to lack money. You seem very lacking.”

“Hmm? Right?”

“Yes. You do seem greatly lacking.”

“There, stop saying I look lacking. Anyway, knowing that, how could I pay for treatment?”

“You made the Patient like this, shouldn’t the one who caused it take responsibility?”

“Responsibility?”

“Yes. Responsibility. If you start something, taking responsibility for it is also chivalry, isn’t it?”

“Ah. Chivalry. Right. I should take responsibility. He may look like that, but he’s one of the Successor Candidates, so I can’t not take it. If I don’t, Bang Jang will come to smash my head.”

 

Strange Madman tapped his own head as if it wasn’t an exaggeration.

 

“So that’s why. You must save him somehow, mustn’t you?”

“Grrrr…”

“Oh my. Look at this. If we leave him like this, the aftereffects will worsen, won’t they?”

“There. He may look like that, but he’s sturdy so it won’t be that bad. Our Beggar’s Sect may look like this, but we’re exceptional at not leaving aftereffects!”

“Ooh. How impressive. I’ve heard of the Divine Art created in preparation for getting beaten while begging.”

“Cough… There, why speak so bluntly about it.”

“Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, is it?”

“Cough…”

 

If there was Dog Beating Staff Technique gained from beating dogs.

Conversely, there was Iron Wall Divine Art gained from getting beaten.

To speak of it so openly.

Strange Madman was appalled.

 

‘Tch, this is no ordinary fellow?’

 

Even beggars had something called dignity.

This was his first time encountering someone who approached things this way.

Coming at him so bluntly, it was Strange Madman himself who was getting entangled.

So he drew up his energy and asked with pressure.

 

“So what do you want as payment?”

 

Gooooo-

Energy honed for decades surged forth.

It was the emission of energy refined over decades. All those watching swallowed their gasps. The surging energy was that intense.

Jung Myeong faced it head-on.

Yet he still smiled leisurely.

 

“If you don’t have money, you’ll have to pay with your body.”

“What?!”

“Well, I’ll keep this as a debt. After all, I’m treating a Successor Candidate, so that much is necessary.”

“What do you… Huh!? What!?”

 

At this, Jung Myeong announced as if he had no intention of dealing with him further and approached the collapsed Successor Candidate.

 

 

* * *

 

 

‘Kukukuku…’

 

The Successor Candidate was aware of this entire situation.

As Jung Myeong said, he had learned Iron Wall Divine Art and secretly inherited the First Sword Form of Dog Beating Staff Technique without the Elder knowing.

If not for the incantation formula and teaching that the Guild Leader had secretly given him before departing for Anhui.

No matter how capable he was, he wouldn’t have been able to endure.

 

‘The other guys must be the same.’

 

In fact, each of the Successor Candidates would have received martial techniques in this manner.

A bitter smile emerged knowing he wasn’t the only one being supported.

But thanks to this, the Successor Candidate was delighted to be able to watch this entire situation.

From what he could see, he would be able to enjoy this for a long time.

 

[Let’s play along with the situation together.]

 

Since Jung Myeong was keeping quiet despite noticing this.

In fact, Geol Gae had harbored great hostility toward Jung Myeong just three days ago.

As someone from there, he disliked Jung Myeong, a martial artist from Hangzhou, more than anyone.

Even if it was narrow-minded, it couldn’t be helped.

Because his deceased parents had died at the hands of Evil Sect Martial Artists.

Carrying the memory of that time, Geol Gae had come to the Beggar’s Sect himself. For someone not from a martial family like him, the Beggar’s Sect was the only place where he could learn martial arts.

Thus he had risen to Successor Candidate, but the memories from that time remained.

Only his hostility grew stronger.

Due to those memories, he knew he was acting rashly.

 

‘What can I do when this is just how I’m built?’

 

He was self-aware.

He also knew that this caused tremendous losses. He knew that only by fixing this would his position as Successor Candidate become more secure.

However, he had no intention of changing.

This too was his values. His own chivalry.

To such a person, Jung Myeong was.

 

‘Unique indeed.’

 

An eccentric.

He was in the Hangzhou Martial World, yet didn’t engage in Evil Sect behavior.

Rather, he was cleaner than even Orthodox Sect members.

And in the midst of this, he also secured practical benefits like now.

 

‘He’s an unprecedented type of martial artist.’

 

To him, Jung Myeong was someone who acted according to his own values.

Someone who maintained his principles even in crisis.

Any young martial artist’s heart would have to race.

The same for the Successor Candidate!

Three days was enough time for his hostility to change into favor.

 

‘Let’s see how this plays out.’

 

Therefore, he quietly watched what Jung Myeong was doing.

 

[Please don’t be surprised when energy enters.]

“…!!!”

 

Ssssss-

He hadn’t expected his energy to flow in like this.

But it wasn’t bad. No, it was good.

 

‘How refreshing…!’

Each time the energy permeated, the throbbing throughout his body subsided.

It felt as if all the chronic ailments from harsh training were being completely erased.

It was even better than the Acupoint Pressure Technique that Elder Oh occasionally performed!

 

‘Indeed, a Physician Sage is a Physician Sage!’

 

 

* * *

 

 

Jung Myeong wasn’t simply providing treatment.

 

‘Interesting.’

 

Should this be called an unexpected opportunity?

His understanding of martial arts gained from the Super Peak Level experts he had faced so far.

It was greatly activating, bringing him unexpected benefits.

It was activating powerfully, bringing him unexpected benefits.

 

[Your understanding of Beggar’s Sect martial arts has increased.]

 

Swish swish swish-

As he swept away the energy contained within Geol Gae’s body, he gained something.

The traces of movements contained in his blood and energy.

Reading and absorbing them, his understanding of Beggar’s Sect martial arts naturally increased.

 

[You have partially understood the flow of energy of a Beggar’s Sect Martial Artist.]

[Your understanding of martial arts has increased.]

 

The increased understanding filled in pieces of things he didn’t yet know.

As the pieces were filled, it became an opportunity regarding martial arts itself.

And one more thing.

 

[You have understood a unique external art that strengthens the interior.]

 

‘So that’s why his body was like rubber.’

 

Not the skin, but what’s inside.

His understanding of the Beggar’s Sect’s unique external arts that strengthened the interior from organs to muscles had increased.

This was new learning.

And in addition to that.

 

‘This is interesting. If I do well, I might be able to apply it to myself too.’

 

It became a clue toward growth in a new direction.

 

‘Good.’

 

With one prank, he had cleared his debt to the Elder.

Then by sweeping away the energy, his understanding of martial arts had increased.

Killing two birds with one stone.

For getting involved in one commotion, he had gained quite a lot.

Everything must be given and received.

Since he had gained something, he should know how to give as well.

 

[Spirit medicine. Digest it well.]

“!!!!!”

 

He took out the spirit medicine from his chest.

Original True Origin Pill.

It was the finest spirit medicine he could create.

Among them, he casually took out one that he had kept for its excellent medicinal effects.

 

“This one has severe chronic illness. Since we’re treating the Successor Candidate anyway, we should do it properly.”

“Huh…! That, that precious thing!”

 

He peeled the spirit medicine as if showing off to Strange Madman and put it in Geol Gae’s mouth.

Gulp-

Geol Gae swallowed it as if afraid it would be taken away.

 

‘That, that! That fellow! He was awake and doing this!’

 

The Elder belatedly grasped the situation, but what could he do.

Swish swish- swish-

The Successor Candidate who had absorbed the Original True Origin Pill was hastily circulating his heart method in the form of lying meditation!

The Elder couldn’t stop this.

 

“Oh my goodness. Better to die than suffer!”

 

Even in this situation, the Elder knew what he had to do.

As soon as he saw the Successor Candidate’s breathing stabilize, he immediately stood guard for dharma protection.

This was to prepare for any possible situation.

Whether he knew the Elder’s feelings or not.

Swish swish swish- swish-

Geol Gae had a smiling face throughout his lying meditation.

 

“He’s dying of joy, dying. What does a beggar need such internal energy for…!”

“Still, isn’t it good that he’s happy? Your precious Successor Candidate is growing, isn’t he.”

“Hmph! This kind of growth can be poisonous.”

“But you didn’t stop it, did you?”

“…Tsk.”

 

Only Strange Madman was suffering.

 

‘What do I do being in such debt!’

 

While his insides were burning up.

 

“Whew…”

 

Geol Gae, who had finally completed the Great Circulation, opened his eyes.

In that moment, seeing the clear light shining, the Elder realized.

 

‘That boy has gained enlightenment!’

 

That he had gained at least a thread of enlightenment!

He learned that he had grown through an unexpected opportunity.

How could Jung Myeong, who was beside him, not know this.

 

“Congratulations on your great achievement!”

 

He immediately gave his congratulations appropriately.

 

“Hahahaha! Thank you!”

 

Geol Gae laughed with joy.

 

‘…Ah. I’d rather die than suffer like this.’

 

Seeing this, Strange Madman was burning inside, not knowing whether he should be happy about it or not.

 

‘This is all debt, you bastard!’

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