I Prayed for a Murim Reincarnation, But I Was Born as the Youngest Imperial Prince - Chapter 25

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Chapter 25
Another year passed.
Since it was an Extreme Yang Skill, a spiritual pill with Yang Rigid energy was more suitable than a Tianlong Pill, but this was also incredibly easy to obtain.
The Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Elixir and the Nine Yang Divine Pill.
Receiving two such spiritual medicines, Seonwu swallowed them right up.
Boosted by that energy, his training so far, and his enlightenment, he finally succeeded in containing the Solar Divine Art inside the Cintamani as well.
A blazing fire erupted from his hand.
The color of the flames went beyond red, reaching an intense golden hue.
Admiral Lee Dae-yong, standing beside him, offered his congratulations.
“Congratulations, Your Highness. You have achieved great mastery in the Solar Divine Art.”
“Mm, indeed. With this, I have four divine arts.”
Furthermore, they were four arts he could deploy simultaneously.
To be precise, calling it perfect deployment was still a bit lacking.
To truly bring out the Taegeuk Yangui Shingong, he needed to learn either the Tai Chi Sword or Tai Chi Chuan.
And to bring out the Solar Divine Art, he had to learn the accompanying Hwaryong Yeomcheon Shingeom or Yeolyang Yukhap Zhang.
Having only inner energy without the matching martial arts made it half-complete.
The Soaring Phoenix Sword and Wuwang Shenquan he had previously learned were perfect for holding Prajna and Vajra, but they did not quite fit Taiji and Solar.
‘Of course, the Solar Divine Art matches decently well even when channeled into the Soaring Phoenix Sword or Wuwang Shenquan.’
However, the difference between a ninety-five percent match and a one-hundred percent match felt small yet significant.
Furthermore, the Taegeuk Yangui Shingong simply did not match at all.
It was an inner energy crying out with its entire being that it needed either the Tai Chi Sword or Tai Chi Chuan.
“There are still empty spaces in the Cintamani, but rather than just increasing the number of divine arts here, it would be right to add martial arts that match the two new divine arts, wouldn’t it?”
“Your Highness has judged correctly.”
“But if I think about unfolding them all at once, mm…”
A person only has two hands.
First, let’s wrap the entire body in Vajra.
Vajra could just be used as a body protective technique.
Next, for the sword in the right hand, it would be perfect to infuse it with the Prajna Xingong and execute the Soaring Phoenix Sword.
What about the left hand?
He could leave the hand empty and execute Tai Chi Chuan, or hold another sword and execute the Tai Chi Sword.
Then what about the remaining Solar Divine Art?
If he executed the Solar Divine Art with his left hand, Taiji would be left out.
If he executed it with his right hand, Prajna would be left out.
‘Huh? Doesn’t this mean one gets left over?’
No, let’s calm down.
Who says you can only execute martial arts with your hands?
‘Right, I have legs too.’
The profound and harmonious nature of Prajna or Taiji required deployment via the hands, which allowed for delicate movements, but the Solar Divine Art was an extreme yang qi of fierce, overbearing dominance.
There would be no problem using it as a fierce attack to push through with sheer force by infusing it into leg arts!
‘Mm, but if I learn one more here, it really will be an overkill.’
More than that, the urgent priority was making sure the four could harmonize well without causing dizziness when used simultaneously.
If he wasn’t careful, he might just end up with many types of inner energy without being able to utilize any of them fully.
“By the way, what kind of leg arts are there that could hold the Solar Divine Art?”
Admiral Lee Dae-yong easily guessed the part Seonwu was pondering alone.
He understood why the topic of leg arts had suddenly come up.
“His Majesty told this subject that if Your Highness were to have such a concern, I should recommend the Tianxia Junlin Bu of Emperor Guangwu of the Later Han.”
“Emperor Guangwu’s Tianxia Junlin Bu?”
“Yes, Your Highness. It is the ultimate technique of a great martial artist who raised an army and conquered the world, crushing enemy after enemy without a single defeat. Though he did not reach the Tianzi Realm, His Majesty said his state was extraordinary, as he brought the other masters of the Realm of Creation in his era to their knees and stood supreme under heaven.”
Father had everything figured out.
Seonwu nodded at the grace of the Imperial Emperor, who had pre-selected everything.
‘Man, I’m really getting everything handed to me on a silver platter!’
Even the martial arts of Emperor Guangwu were available.
Truly, being born into the Imperial Family meant they had everything except what didn’t exist.
Just when he needed a leg art, an ultimate technique that had conquered the world was perfectly prepared.
Where else in the world would there be a place where all kinds of martial arts were ready by category whenever needed?
‘Even Shaolin, which is said to possess the Seventy-Two Arts, wouldn’t be able to do this.’
For starters, Wudang’s Taegeuk Yangui Shingong isn’t in Shaolin, right?
He confirmed once more that the Imperial Family was the only place that truly had everything except what didn’t exist.
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Another two years of time flew by.
Seonwu’s age reached nineteen.
Only one year remained until his capping age, which could be called his coming-of-age ceremony.
And he had become proficient in managing the four divine arts and the martial arts that handled them.
Unfolding the four divine arts simultaneously produced a power whose magnitude could only be described as a grand formation executed by a single person.
Just how significant was the result?
Seonwu engaged in a fierce spar with a transcendental expert of the Golden Dragon Guard on the training ground.
Drawing out a continuous stream of internal force without end, the guard kept his sword wrapped in sword gang as he pressed down; his sword was laced with a willpower to cut down any heretical demons threatening the nation, making it fiercely aggressive.
However, Seonwu, facing him, also unleashed his four divine arts simultaneously, fighting with everything he possessed.
Flames erupted from his stepping feet, melting the ground.
The left hand, receiving and deflecting the sword gang, drew the symbol of Taiji.
The sword in the right hand, launching a counterattack, held the power of Prajna.
Thus, when a single sword thrust out, its weight carried the essence of the Nine Tripod Cauldrons, clashing sword gang against sword gang in an instant.
Unable to maintain this, he withdrew the sword, but the subsequent attack was unleashed through the Taiji of his left hand.
The Taiji, lacking the capacity to fully absorb the sword gang, was partially pierced, but his body wrapped in Vajra endured without sustaining injuries.
Meanwhile, his left foot, holding the Solar energy, stomped down as he took a step forward, forcing even the Golden Dragon Guard hall master to retreat, not daring to ignore it.
Taking advantage of that gap, Seonwu continued his assault, launching intangible sword qi in all directions.
The sword qi, occupying various spots along the opponent’s path, was the very definition of hidden ambushes.
Even the hall master could not completely read where and how to cope with them all.
Despite his transcendental senses, these traces of sword qi were too stealthy to say he had detected every single one.
Yet, a transcendental expert was not called a transcendental expert for nothing.
Wrapping himself in a powerful golden body protective astral qi, he withstood the ambushing sword qi.
Instead, he threw a dagger that concentrated a single point of sword qi, a strike aimed precisely at Seonwu’s opening.
So incredibly fast was that single move, like a flash of lightning, that it was a strike of absolute speed, arriving before Seonwu could deflect it with his sword or dissolve it with his left hand.
However, a final saving grace remained to protect Seonwu at the last moment.
He concentrated all the Vajra energy that had been reinforcing his entire body into the single point where the dagger made contact.
Clang!
Instead of the sound of piercing flesh, a metallic clanking noise rang out, and the dagger bounced away.
“Stop. That is enough.”
At the Admiral’s intervening words, the hall master immediately lowered his sword and bowed his head.
“This subject has dared to attack fiercely.”
Seonwu smiled brightly and shook his head.
“No! You did exactly as I ordered, and very well at that. Only by doing this does it become real combat experience.”
Seonwu looked at the Admiral and asked.
“How was it? If we had continued, the outcome would be uncertain, but I don’t think I would have necessarily lost.”
“It would have truly been a match difficult to predict.”
Seonwu nodded.
Was his current self a transcendental expert?
It was a bit ambiguous.
Originally, the peak of the transcendence realm spoken of since ancient times meant gathering one’s own willpower into a single point to bring natural qi under that will and govern it.
By doing so, they were individuals who could use gangqi without rest.
If asked if that fit him…
‘It doesn’t.’
He was merely containing four divine arts in one body and using them simultaneously.
Since the divine arts themselves were internal cultivation methods whose inner energy recovered with extraordinary persistence, combining all four allowed his internal force to recover as if he were in the transcendence realm.
And because he attacked jointly by using those four simultaneously, it had an effect as if a grand formation had been deployed, enabling him to successfully contest against a transcendental expert.
“Admiral.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Your assessment that I am not particularly at a disadvantage even when facing a transcendental expert is by no means flattery, correct? In the spar just now, the hall master didn’t hold back his true skills and just match my pace because I am his opponent, right?”
“How could I answer such an important matter merely to please your mood? Truly, even if you were to clash with demonic practitioners who have reached the transcendence realm, it would be a fifty-fifty match.”
“Hmm, then I suppose I can consider my current self a transcendental expert in my own right.”
‘I can contain all four in the Cintamani and use them all simultaneously!’
If that too was a form of enlightenment, could it not be considered enlightenment?
Even if it was just realizing a born privilege, it was still an enlightenment anyway, right?
In any case, if he could compete on equal terms with other transcendental experts through his own path, then that made him a transcendental expert in its own way, didn’t it?
Seonwu possessed a practical side.
While he loved the romance of martial arts, on the other hand, his personality when playing martial arts games was to pursue maximum efficiency by looking at the numbers.
Therefore, whether his version of transcendence matched traditional transcendence or not, he decided not to care much as long as the result was good.
‘They say all roads lead to Seoul. As long as I can fight on equal terms with a transcendental expert, then I’m a transcendental expert!’
Though it might be called relying on his innate Cintamani advantage to stuff in everything good and using quantity to face quality, so what! Being able to mobilize quantity is also a capability.
“Heheh, then when I head out into the Jianghu next year, even if I run into a transcendental expert, I won’t suffer a major setback.”
Plus, he would have a guard.
Of course, if things went south, revealing his identity would solve everything, but that was a hidden card he preferred not to use.
‘If I use that, my own personal tour of the Jianghu will be ruined.’
That was truly a last resort.
“That would be the case.”
Seonwu was simply satisfied, thinking that this much was enough to count as a transcendental expert, but Admiral Lee Dae-yong had slightly different thoughts.
‘Looking only at his current realm, what Your Highness has achieved can certainly be called the transcendence realm.’
However, the saying that something is a vessel for the Dao precisely because it is empty came to mind anew.
What if each of the four divine arts currently contained was raised to the transcendence realm?
The four divine arts contained within a single body would be stronger than a joint attack by four people who had learned each individually.
Four divine arts that had reached the transcendence realm.
Moreover, they were Vajra, Prajna, Taiji, and Solar, which could be considered supreme among divine arts.
If the Fifth Prince, having reached that realm, were to request a spar with him?
It wouldn’t be a matter of losing due to a servant’s sacrilege…
It would truly be difficult to discuss the outcome.
A Realm of Creation that is not the Realm of Creation.
It differs from the ordinary Realm of Creation.
Yet, that too could be considered a Realm of Creation unique to the Prince.
And if, going even further, he achieved the Realm of Creation for each of the four divine arts…
What if he did so for five or six?
Admiral Lee could not dare to imagine what lay beyond that.
Instead, a question asked by Seonwu brought his imagination back to reality.
“That fellow Dan Suyeong has finally reached the peak realm too, right?”
“Yes, Your Highness. He was a year faster than expected.”
“Hmm, hmm, he will do well as my guard.”
“Though he is still lacking since he is barely at the peak realm.”
Admiral Lee expressed his regret.
Should the person guarding the Prince from the closest proximity be barely at the peak realm?
Such a fellow should just act as an errand boy.
In the Wulin, even those at the peak realm are called masters.
Even those at the high-ascending realm are called masters.
But this was the task of guarding none other than the Prince.
For a mere peak realm ‘novice’ to occupy that close distance.
Even if he himself, being in the Realm of Creation, could not move along, the guard should at least be a transcendental expert!
Being a year faster than his estimation was worthy of praise, but he was still lacking as the immediate guard next to the Fifth Prince.
“Your Highness, even if you go out into the Wulin, taking one of the hall masters as your guard would…”
“The youngest hall master currently in the Golden Dragon Guard is over forty years old, right?”
“Yes, that is true.”
The qualification for a hall master was the transcendence realm, and those who had ascended to the transcendence realm were all at least past forty years of age.
To become a transcendental expert, it took about that long.
In fact, becoming a transcendental expert at forty was an incredible feat; it was common for enlightenment to find someone only at sixty years of age.
The vast majority of masters ended their lives within the peak realm, and not even one in ten elders of the Nine Great Sects, who cultivated their martial arts with a mind of constant meditation, ever escaped the peak realm.
Seonwu, who had achieved transcendence before even turning twenty, was simply an exceptionally rare case.
“And when I tour the Jianghu, I won’t be a young master from a prestigious family traveling with a retinue; I’ll disguise myself as just an ordinary wandering martial artist, and my guard will be disguised as my junior disciple.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
That was Seonwu’s own plan.
Though it was a somewhat casually made plan, it was a plan established by the Fifth Prince.
No matter how much of an Admiral of the Golden Dragon Guard Lee Dae-yong was, he could not dare to tell him to do this or not do that.
“But you want me to travel around with a forty-year-old junior disciple? At least Dan Suyeong is at an age where he can pass as a junior disciple, so let’s not discuss this matter further.”
“Yes.”
Seonwu drew a very firm line.
‘If I travel with a junior disciple who is over forty, it’ll be so uncomfortable; how could I manage that?’
Unless it was a separate guard secretly following from a long distance away.
His disguise had to be perfect.
“The Realm of Creation will be difficult even for me at twenty…”
Of course, his four older brothers apparently did it at age seven, but those brothers were like dragons rather than humans.
‘While others rejoice that heaven has chosen them when they ascend past forty, I should be satisfied to have ascended before even turning twenty.’
To say he was satisfied was rather an understatement.
An overflowing talent and privilege.
He had fully enjoyed the benefits of the spiritual medicines, secret manuals, and masters given to him so generously.
‘It’s the perk of being born with an imperial silver spoon. Though being well-born is also part of my luck. Heheh.’
Good things are good things.
Now only one year of preparation time remained.
And the remaining year was a period not just for preparing for the Wulin tour, but also for studying and preparing various things he would have to do once appointed as a king.
He couldn’t just practice martial arts like he did now.
In any case, as a prince, he had duties to open a Prince Mansion and perform.
However, there was still one more thing he could prepare.
Namely…
“Hmm, hmm, before I head out into the Wulin, shall I check out what rare and precious treasures I can pack?”
Something that granted strength separate from martial arts.
It was none other than item farming.
Even if it just amounted to rummaging through his family’s asset list to pick out useful items and then acting cute to get them from his father.
Though the acquisition difficulty was the lowest, these were treasures from the Imperial Vault.
Their performance alone would surely be extraordinary.

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