I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 56

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Obtained Guan Yu’s Martial Arts 056
The Cho Siblings (1)
“Phew.”
Guan Hui collapsed onto the Training Ground, exhaustion written plainly across his face.
Despite the resilience built through External Strength training—the kind that kept most warriors from tiring easily—seeing the world through lines had drained him completely.
The consumption of Mental Power and Internal Power from even modest use of the Upper Dantian had exceeded anything he could have imagined.
“It seems the shortage of Internal Power is real enough.”
Ak Jin-seong approached from the shadows of his own brooding, stepping closer.
For some reason, watching Guan Hui’s exhaustion lifted his spirits slightly.
“Does your clan keep Spirit Pills in reserve?”
Guan Hui answered only with a shake of his head.
“Right. Even endless wealth can’t easily procure Spirit Pills. At the Guan Family Estate’s current standing, it’d be impossible.”
“…Yes, that’s true.”
It stung his pride, but it was the truth nonetheless.
In the Central Plains as they stood, Spirit Pills could only be obtained through connections with the imperial court or military apparatus—or by having influence within the Celestial Alignment Five Families.
“I’ll have our steward search exhaustively. We should be able to gather several low-grade ones, at least.”
Guan Hui reasoned that while middle-grade or better pills might be beyond reach, low-grade ones weren’t impossible.
True, they’d contain plenty of impurities, but something was better than nothing, wasn’t it?
“I wouldn’t recommend that course. Your clan’s Qi is remarkably pure.”
He’d only understood it after direct contact.
The Guan Clan’s Dragon Flying Morning Technique was a cultivation method that drew exclusively from the highest-purity Spiritual Qi among nature’s vital essence.
In other words, it aligned in spirit with Daoist methods themselves.
“In such a case, low-grade Spirit Pills mixed with abundant Turbid Qi would become poison.”
Such pills only benefited those who walked the Dark Path—those who accepted Turbid Qi.
A clan built on an Internal Power Cultivation Method this pure required at least middle-to-high grade pills to progress safely.
“Damn.”
Guan Hui’s expression darkened suddenly.
If low-grade pills were already nearly impossible to obtain, acquiring middle-to-high grade ones seemed virtually impossible.
“…Don’t worry about it.”
Ak Jin-seong extended his hand and drew Guan Hui to his feet.
“I recently acquired a Fleece Flower Root—one a hundred years old. You’ll take it.”
“…?! Really, sir?”
Guan Hui’s eyes went wide as saucers.
Spirit Pills were precious beyond measure from the outset.
So rare that even the Tiger-Taming Lord, hegemon of Shandong Province, could scarcely procure one.
A single Spirit Pill required bowing and scraping to the Celestial Alignment Five Families for roughly a year to obtain.
“Heavens. Have I lived so fooled? Would I jest with you about such a thing?”
Even among warriors who traded quips and jests without restraint, none would joke about Spirit Pills.
It was a matter sensitive enough to spark bloodshed.
“Thank you, senior!”
Guan Hui’s expression brightened instantly.
A hundred-year-old Fleece Flower Root, no less.
That ranked as middle-to-high grade—or even high-grade among Spirit Pills.
It could elevate Guan Hui, already halfway to perfection through Initial Enlightenment Perfection, directly into the early stages of true mastery.
“But why would you give this to me…?”
“Quick to ask, aren’t you.”
Ak Jin-seong answered curtly, scratching his nose.
“I wished to test your intent through our spear exchange. To verify whether your heart and words were one and the same.”
Was he merely flapping his lips, all talk and no substance?
Or was he someone who genuinely walked the path his words proclaimed?
Ak Jin-seong had clashed with Guan Hui seeking that answer, and by the end, he had found it.
“You were genuine. Not a tremor of doubt crossed your path.”
Ak Jin-seong raised his thick palm, placing it firmly upon Guan Hui’s shoulder.
“That’s why I give it. Your future path intrigues me.”
As he spoke, Ak Jin-seong flashed a grin.
“It’s a road even I abandoned. I’m curious to see how far you’ll go.”
With his chin tilted up in a show of confidence, Ak Jin-seong pointed toward the sky with one hand.
“Look there.”
“Hmm?”
Swoosh—
In the brief moment Guan Hui’s gaze shifted away.
Ak Jin-seong swiftly deployed his Light Qinggong and vaulted over the wall.
Having spoken such impressive words, he meant to depart in equally impressive fashion.
‘That was rather dashing, wasn’t it?’
Ak Jin-seong departed with a satisfied smile.
Guan Hui watched his retreating figure and called out urgently.
“Wait! Senior, you’ve left the wine behind!”
……
Ak Jin-seong’s form, kicking up dust as he fled, drew near at tremendous speed.
His approach was far swifter than his departure, enough to widen Guan Hui’s eyes slightly.
Ahem.
Ak Jin-seong vaulted back over the wall and scratched his cheek awkwardly.
“Well. You’ve rather spoiled my exit, haven’t you? It was perfectly timed just a moment ago.”
……
Guan Hui’s expression grew bewildered as he thought to himself.
‘This man makes a fuss even when you help him.’
……?
Oh.
A flustered Guan Hui scratched his own cheek.
“Haha. Truth is, I have a chronic habit, Senior.”

* * *
After the Family Head of the Shan Dong Ak Family, Ak Jin-seong, departed, Guan Hui returned to his Internal Power Cultivation Method, consolidating his fresh insights.
Afterward, he spent time observing the Martial Arts of the family’s warriors and training alongside them—his first taste of ordinary days in some time.
“Huff… I’m… I’m dying.”
Jang Seong lay sprawled in the Training Ground, gasping for breath.
His entire body, drenched in sweat from harsh training alongside the Guan Clan’s warriors, trembled with exhaustion.
‘Do the Guan Clan people do this every single day?’
The training regimen the Guan Clan warriors undertook to forge what they called a Celestial Sacred Bone was nothing short of hellish.
Not only did every bone in his body scream in protest, but his joints felt as though they were shattering entirely.
Truthfully, Jang Seong had come close to surrendering more than once.
It was only his wounded pride at watching younger, weaker warriors endure unflinchingly that forced him to persist.
Without that, he would have collapsed long ago.
“You’ve worked hard, Jang Seong.”
Guan Seok, the youngest warrior of the Guan Clan, handed him a cool waterskin.
“It must have been grueling, wasn’t it?”
“Thank you.”
Jang Seong drained the water in one gulp, then furrowed his brow.
The sudden cold water made his head feel as though it might split.
“Do you do this every day?”
“Of course. The Family Head ordered it, so we must do it daily.”
“Mad. You’re all absolutely mad.”
“Hehe. It’s somewhat brutal, but you can’t deny the results, can you?”
“That’s… well, true enough.”
Jang Seong had witnessed this training regimen more than once during his time at the Guan Clan.
At first, he’d dismissed it as pure madness, but after spending about a month there, the fruits of their labor became unmistakable.
Third Class warriors who couldn’t properly swing a staff, trembling in their limbs, had swiftly become legitimate martial masters.
“That’s why I decided to give it a try myself.”
Recently, Jang Seong had begun to feel a wall.
But rather than a wall so high it would take ages to surmount, it felt like one he could breach with nothing more than a single flash of insight.
So he’d begun training through various methods he didn’t usually employ.
Since enlightenment could strike at any moment, in any way.
“Yes. Thanks to the Family Head, we all grow stronger with each passing day.”
Guan Seok gazed across the Training Ground, now filled with warriors.
The Guan Clan now counted fifty warriors bearing the Guan surname alone.
Beyond merely escaping their debts, the family name had begun to shine once more, and those who had left to earn their keep elsewhere were returning.
The Guan Family Estate had become a true Martial Family, now commanding some two hundred retainers.
“Among ourselves, there’s been talk of whether we ought to form a military contingent—though of course, we’d need the Family Head’s permission, as well as the steward’s.”
“A positive development indeed.”
Jang Seong replied affirmatively.
Any proper Martial Family needed a force of arms.
The Shan Dong Ak Family had the Ak Family Army, and the An Mun Zhang Family had the Mong Young Unit.
“But can we really trust people who once abandoned their own clan?”
“Of course.”
Guan Seok nodded without the slightest hesitation.
“They were driven out to find a way to survive. But their hearts never truly left Yun City.”
Those retainers who had once departed from the Guan Clan had not abandoned it by choice.
They had simply been forced to leave by the commands of a Family Head generations past.
Even from a distance, they never forgot Yun City.
The Guan Clan of Yun City always remained in their hearts.
“Did you not see how bitterly they wept when they returned to the Guan Clan?”
“I saw.”
“They offered without hesitation the wealth they’d spent a lifetime gathering, and they rejoiced. Now they are family—please trust them.”
“Mm…….”
Jang Seong, who had been stroking his chin, nodded.
True enough. If they harbored ill intentions, Guan Hui would have cast them out long ago.
Whatever else one might say, the man was several times better at being Family Head than his own father.
“Speaking of which, where is the Family Head? He was here just a moment ago.”
Jang Seong looked around, searching for Guan Hui, who had suddenly vanished after the training session.
“Ah, the Family Head has gone for personal training.”
“……? After enduring this hellish ordeal?”
“Yes. Right away.”
…….
Jang Seong was too astounded to speak.
He felt as though he were dying already.
And he wanted to train even more?!
“A monster.”
“A true monster, sir.”
Anyone who had trained alongside Guan Hui knew this to be fact.
Guan Hui was a monster who cultivated with brutal intensity.
No matter how brilliant one’s inborn talent, polishing that raw stone into brilliance ultimately rests on effort.
Most gifted Latecomer Talents rely solely on their natural gifts and neglect diligent work.
That is precisely why their growth halts at the Latecomer Talent stage.
“At this rate, I won’t even be able to keep up—let alone catch him.”
Guan Hui’s realm had long since surpassed Jang Seong’s.
Considering he had been merely Third Class just half a year ago, his pace was nothing short of staggering.
Crunch—
Spurred by the realization, Jang Seong clenched his fists until his knuckles nearly shattered.
‘This won’t do.’
His first true friend, whom he had met only this life, was already moving ahead, leaving him behind.
To avoid falling hopelessly behind, he would have to push himself far harder than before.
“Where is Lady Hwang?”
“She’s been in closed training recently. She’s had a breakthrough in her insight.”
“Je-ee-aaa-ang!”
Jang Seong shot to his feet.
Guan Hui was an exception to all rules, but he could not afford to fall behind Lady Hwang either.
He absolutely had to be the first to reach the pinnacle of First Class.
“I’m doing it too. Guan Seok! One more round! We can’t lose!”
“Ah……I’m fine with…….”
“No excuses! If they’re doing it, so am I! And you’re coming with me!”
Jang Seong grabbed Guan Seok by the nape of his neck before the man could flee, hauling him up onto the Training Ground.
From Jang Seong’s eyes blazed an intensity far sharper than ever before.

* * *
“Master Ji! It has been quite some time.”
The Administrator Guan Nantian, usually buried beneath paperwork, came scurrying out barefoot.
“What brings such a busy official all the way here!”
“Heh heh. It has been a while, Administrator.”
Master Ji, who was more than a decade Guan Nantian’s senior in years, offered a benevolent smile in greeting.
“Surely you must be busier than I, Administrator? These days the Guan Family Estate is setting all of Shanxi Province ablaze with talk.”
“Hah. It’s all thanks to you, sir.”
Ever since pledging his support to Guan Hui, the wealthy merchant had sent funds steadily, helping sustain the Guan Family Estate.
When preparing the Bamboo Leaf Green venture, it was he who had sent master craftsmen from Shanxi Province.
“Come now. It is not my doing. The Family Head of the Guan Clan has shown such outstanding achievement.”
At the thought of Guan Hui, the merchant’s smile deepened.
Just as he had rendered great service to the Guan Family Estate, so too had the Guan Clan rendered great service to him.
With each new name Guan Hui made for himself, the Yunseong Commercial Alliance—bound closely to him—prospered further.
“I owe the Family Head more favors than I can count. From gaining priority rights in various enterprises throughout Shanxi Province to the countless other kindnesses bestowed upon me.”
The merchant felt genuine gratitude toward Guan Hui.
To be thought a righteous man would be enough.
Yet he enjoyed benefits far beyond that.
“And yet you take the wealth you’ve accumulated and give it freely to those around you. It is a blessing for all of us.”
Unlike other merchants, he was not one who kept only for himself.
It was common knowledge that whenever his commercial alliance turned a large profit, he saw to it that even the lowliest shop clerks received their share.
“You flatter me with such kind words. I’m grateful.”
The merchant bowed once more, then gestured toward the cart he had brought with him.
“I’ve come today to deliver an item that was entrusted to me.”
“An item? Concerning the Bamboo Leaf Green?”
“No. A Daoist named Zhang Chuoshan asked me to bring it.”
About a week prior.
Zhang Chuoshan had handed him a quantity of Xuantie and asked him to commission a weapon for Guan Hui.
After hearing the full account, the merchant had traveled all the way to Beijing to ask a master craftsman to forge the blade of a crescent-moon spear.
Now, at last, the work was complete, and he had come to deliver it.
“……Is it truly finished? The Family Head will be overjoyed.”
At the joyful news, the steward’s face brightened at once.
This was no ordinary weapon—it was the blade of the Green Dragon Peak, a family heirloom.
A treasure passed down through generations.
For more than a century, the Green Dragon Peak had existed as a haft alone, its blade lost—but now, in this moment, it would reclaim its true name: the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.
“I—I’ll fetch the Family Head at once. Please, wait just a moment!”
Unable to contain his excitement, the steward threw off his shoes and deployed Light Qinggong, darting into the compound.
“What—what’s happened?”
“Why is he in such a rush? Has there been another breach?”
The household servants murmured among themselves at the steward’s unusual agitation.
“The crescent blade……! The blade of the Green Dragon Crescent has been completed!”
“Really? We can actually see it?”
“Amazing……! So that’s why he’s rushing to find the Family Head!”
As word spread, the servants gathered one by one and began to follow Guan Nantian.
The moment the Green Dragon Crescent Blade would be completed for the first time in over a century.
As those who carried the Guan bloodline, none could afford to miss such a sight.
And so, as the servants gathered, their pace quickened.
“Huff—huff—Family Head……Family Head!”
By the time Guan Nantian reached the Bamboo Forest, most of the household servants were at his heels.
“……?”
Guan Hui’s eyes widened as he paused in his training.
Bewildered by the sudden arrival of most of the servants, he narrowed his gaze at their flushed faces.
“Surely you haven’t all come to drink Bamboo Leaf Green in the middle of the day?”

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