My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 13
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13.
He wasn’t particularly violent, but he was one of those customers that courtesans didn’t want to serve.
In Yeon Sim’s case, she couldn’t even touch alcohol, so she became a entertainer rather than a serving courtesan.
Lord Hong knew this and had set Yeon Sim as today’s target.
Seol Mujin pointed to the two bottles of alcohol that Seol Guk was holding and asked.
“What kind of alcohol is that?”
“Jangbaek-ju.”
“That Jangbaek-ju that’s famous for being strong?”
“If she drinks one cup of this, Yeon Sim will die, won’t she?”
“Wait a moment.”
Seol Mujin filled a bottle that looked exactly like the one containing Jangbaek-ju with plain water.
“Give me that.”
Seol Mujin placed the two bottles containing alcohol and water on a tray and entered the Yeonhwa Room.
“Hey! How can you not drink when a customer is offering you alcohol? Hurry up and gulp it down!”
Yeon Sim was struggling with the wine cup that Lord Hong had offered her.
“New alcohol has arrived!”
“Oh! Is it Jangbaek-ju?”
“That’s right! It’s the strongest Jangbaek-ju!”
Seol Mujin, who had placed the two bottles on the table, asked.
“Yeon Sim noona won’t drink? You can’t refuse alcohol that a customer offers.”
“Jeom Soi knows something! If you don’t drink when I’m offering like this, I’ll really get angry.”
“My, my lord, I really can’t drink alcohol.”
Yeon Sim, whose eyes drooped downward, looked like she was about to cry.
Seol Mujin whispered to Lord Hong.
“My lord, I have a good way to make Yeon Sim noona drink.”
“What is it?”
Seol Mujin brought dice from the display cabinet.
“You just need to guess which wine cup has the dice under it after I mix them up. If you guess correctly, my lord, Yeon Sim noona drinks. If you guess wrong, you drink a cup, my lord. How about it?”
“Like the yabawi they do in the market?”
“Are you not confident?”
“Hehehe… Something like yabawi won’t work on me. Good!”
Lord Hong, who loved gambling, couldn’t refuse.
Yeon Sim’s tearful expression still hadn’t changed.
Seol Mujin mouthed ‘Just trust me’ to Yeon Sim so that Lord Hong couldn’t see.
“How about it? Will you accept the bet?”
At Lord Hong’s question, Yeon Sim trusted Seol Mujin and nodded her head.
“Hahaha! Good! Go ahead and show your skills! Let’s see how good Jeom Soi’s skills are!”
Seol Mujin cleared the food from the table and placed three wine cups upside down in that spot.
“This is something anyone who’s not blind can get right. I’ll put the dice here in the middle.”
The dice went into the middle cup and the two cups on either side were turned upside down.
Seol Mujin began moving his hands to shuffle the wine cups.
“See? The dice is here.”
Occasionally he would lift a cup to show the dice.
It was exactly like the yabawi hustlers commonly seen in Market Street.
Then he suddenly stopped his hands.
“My lord! Now you just need to find the dice!”
A smile spread across Lord Hong’s lips as he watched intently.
“Your hand movements are quite flashy, but you can’t fool my eyes. Here!”
Lord Hong pointed to the rightmost cup.
“Are you certain?”
“Just lift the cup already!”
When Seol Mujin slyly lifted the cup, there was nothing underneath.
“Oh my, the dice was here.”
When he lifted the middle cup, the dice lay there with six dots facing up.
“Oh! That boy’s hand skills are quite useful. Good! Since I lost, I’ll have a drink!”
“Sister Yeon Sim. You should pour a drink for my lord. Alcohol tastes best when poured by a woman, doesn’t it?”
“Heh heh heh! This kid only says things that please me perfectly! Here!”
Lord Hong handed Seol Mujin a full 100 mun.
“Oh my! Thank you! You must win next time!”
Lord Hong’s expression grimaced after downing a cup of Jangbaek-ju in one gulp.
No matter how much of a drinker one was, Jangbaek-ju was strong liquor that made faces scrunch up.
“Now, you must get it right this time!”
Seol Mujin’s hands began moving dazzlingly again.
Lord Hong’s eyes, starting to become bloodshot, never left the three cups for even a moment.
“This one!”
As soon as Seol Mujin’s hands stopped, Lord Hong pointed to the left wine cup.
“I wonder if the dice is really there?”
Yeon Sim clasped her hands to her chest and desperately hoped the dice wouldn’t be there.
Because even from her perspective, the dice was under the wine cup Lord Hong had pointed to.
“Ta-da!”
Seol Mujin lifted the wine cup with an exaggerated gesture.
“That’s right!”
Lord Hong cheered in triumph while Yeon Sim let out a sigh filled with despair.
“This time you got it exactly right, my lord! Now! As promised, Sister Yeon Sim has to drink!”
“I’ll pour it for her!”
Lord Hong snatched the wine bottle that Seol Mujin was holding.
Yeon Sim had turned almost pale.
Yeon Sim would spit out even much weaker alcohol than Jangbaek-ju the moment it touched her lips.
If he drank that, he might really die.
He resented Seol Mujin for suggesting such a bet.
“Drink it all down!”
As Yeon Sim received the wine cup with trembling hands, Seol Mujin mouthed the words ‘It’s okay to drink.’
Thinking ‘There’s no way it’s okay,’ she barely touched her lips to it, but it tasted like water, not alcohol.
‘Act! Act!’
Seol Mujin moved his lips again.
Yeon Sim wasn’t oblivious, so she grimaced as if she had tasted strong liquor.
Lord Hong, pleased by that expression alone, urged her to drink quickly.
Yeon Sim pretended to be reluctant and emptied the wine cup in one gulp.
Acting like she had drunk bitter alcohol was much easier than actually drinking real alcohol.
“How does it taste? Good, right?”
“I’m… I’m going to die.”
“Hey! One cup won’t kill you! Let’s go again!”
Lord Hong had gotten hooked on Yabawi.
“Then I’ll start again!”
Seol Mujin skillfully controlled it so that Lord Hong and Yeon Sim each drank one bottle of alcohol and water respectively.
No matter how strong a drinker Lord Hong was, after drinking a bottle of strong Jangbaek-ju while already drunk, he could barely keep himself upright.
Seol Mujin nodded to Yeon Sim, signaling ‘Fall down.’
Quick-witted Yeon Sim slurred “Ah! I really can’t take it anymore” and collapsed with a thud.
Seol Mujin supported the unconscious Lord Hong and said,
“You should head home now, my lord.”
“Yes… yes.”
Lord Hong was so drunk he didn’t even know what he was saying.
“The drinks cost six silver coins. What? You’re also paying four coins for service? Thank you! That makes ten silver coins total!”
It was an outrageous overcharge, but it was fine to overcharge a troublemaker.
When Lord Hong fumbled for his pouch, Seol Mujin kindly(?) counted out ten silver coins and put the pouch back for him.
He might overcharge, but he wouldn’t steal.
“I’ll call a carriage to take you home!”
Hwa Seonhwa was watching from outside the door as Seol Mujin handled Lord Hong.
‘That boy has many talents.’
As she was feeling pleased, Yeon Seobi said to her,
“I told you he was a good worker.”
“Call a carriage to take Lord Hong away.”
***
Hwa Seonhwa placed a key on the desk.
“What’s this?”
“The key to your house.”
Seol Mujin asked again with a bewildered expression.
“The key to our house?”
“It’s only about fifteen minutes from here toward Seongun-ro, so it’s not too far, right?”
“Why the house all of a sudden?”
“A pleasure house isn’t really a good place for growing children.”
She had been thinking about it for a few months, but only now put it into action.
Sending out Seol Mujin and the triplets wasn’t an easy decision.
She wanted to keep them somewhere she could see them whenever she missed them, and talk to them whenever she wanted to chat.
But that was just her selfishness.
“We’re fine here too.”
“I’m not fine with it. And Mujin, you should also start looking for what you want to do from now on.”
“I like working at Yeonji-ru.”
“People have work that suits their capacity. A pleasure house errand boy?”
Hwa Seonhwa shook her head.
“You’re too precious for that.”
“But…”
“Inseok, if someone heard this, they’d think I’m kicking you out. I’m not telling you to do something else right away, but to find work that suits your capacity from now on. You’re smart, so you’d do well studying or even succeed in business. First, move out. Here’s the address.”
Since Hwa Seonhwa’s intention was so firm, he couldn’t refuse.
“Thank you.”
Seol Mujin bowed and left the room, looking down at the key in his hand.
“The kids will be happy.”
When he told them that Hwa Seonhwa had found them a house, Seol Ryeoseon was delighted, Seol Changho was calm, and Seol Mantong frowned.
“We have to leave this great place?”
At Seol Mantong’s complaint-filled words, Seol Mujin asked.
“Who was it that ran away from this great place in the first place?”
“It’s the worst for Internal Energy Cultivation, but everything else is great! You get to see pretty ladies and there are lots of breasts… Ah! Hyeonwol…!”
Thwack!
“Ugh!”
Seol Ryeoseon, who had silenced Seol Mantong with violence, asked.
“What’s the house like? Is it spacious?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to go see it now.”
After packing their clothes first, they went to the address Hwa Seonhwa had given them.
The house, located slightly into an alley from the main street, was quite spacious.
The courtyard with a well alone was about twenty pyeong, and there were three rooms.
There was even furniture like beds.
Only Seol Mujin felt it was spacious.
“What? The house is tiny as a booger.”
“Right. If Mantong picks his nose a few times, the courtyard would be covered in boogers.”
In the midst of this, Seol Changho found a good point.
“Still, the walls are high, so we can practice Internal Energy Cultivation in the courtyard.”
The moving luggage was simple enough to fit entirely on a small cart.
Standing in the courtyard, Seol Mujin looked around the house with deeply moved eyes.
Though it wasn’t entirely his own house, it was the first time he had a place that truly felt like home.
While Seol Mujin was lost in sentiment, the three sat with their heads together in the main hall.
“Mantong, you teach the fist technique. Changho will handle sword technique, and I’ll take care of the mind technique.”
“I should pass down the Blood Demon Heaven Breaking Fist, the most powerful technique in our main sect. Hehehe…”
When Seol Ryeoseon raised her hand, Seol Mantong hurriedly made a gesture to stop her.
“Why again?”
“Are you planning to drop a kid who can’t even walk properly off a cliff? How can he learn the Blood Demon Heaven Breaking Fist without any foundation?”
“Th-then… the Blood Jade Soul Crushing Fist?”
“Is that basic?”
“Then what should I teach!”
“What was the very first thing we learned?”
It was so long ago that they had to dig deep into their memories.
And the scene that simultaneously came to their minds was of young children climbing a hundred-zhang cliff.
It was a hellish gateway where if a hundred climbed, twenty would fall and become bloody pulp.
The memories that followed weren’t much better either.
They learned to take beatings before they learned anything else.
The Mingjiao instructors’ philosophy was that the fastest path to strength was through pain.
That philosophy might have been correct.
But they couldn’t subject Seol Mujin to such pain.
Seol Changho spoke.
“Let’s go with the Three Talents Fist Technique.”
“That common and ordinary fist technique they even sell at market stalls?”
“It’s not that different from what we learned.”
“But he’s learning from us, the world’s greatest masters, so starting with something so trivial seems a bit…”
Seol Changho said.
“Even the same Three Talents Fist Technique changes depending on who teaches it. All martial arts ultimately started from simple movements. The saying ‘all streams return to the source’ doesn’t exist for nothing.”
“All streams… what?”
“There’s such a thing. Mantong, you’ll do the Three Talents Fist Technique, and I’ll go with the Three Talents Sword Technique. Still, he needs to properly learn internal energy.”
When Seol Mantong looked at Seol Ryeoseon, she pondered for a moment before speaking confidently.
“Primordial Demon Art! How about it?”
Seol Changho frowned.
“That Primordial Demon Art that steals the opponent’s energy to instantly increase internal energy?”
“There’s nothing better than the Primordial Demon Art for rapidly increasing internal energy.”
“Would Mujin be able to learn such a thing? And whose energy would he steal?”
“Any random passerby?”
Seol Changho made the decision.
“Let’s go with the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.”
The two were startled.
“But that’s something only the Cult Leader can learn.”
Seol Changho glanced at Seol Mujin in the courtyard and lowered his voice.
“Do you know an Internal Energy Mind Technique superior to your Heavenly Demon Divine Art?”
The Heavenly Demon Divine Art is an Internal Energy Mind Technique superior to Shaolin Temple’s Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, which is said to be the greatest Internal Energy Mind Technique in martial arts history.13.
Though not particularly violent, he was one of the customers courtesans didn’t want to serve.
In Yeon Sim’s case, she couldn’t even touch alcohol, so she became a performer rather than a courtesan who served drinks.
Lord Hong knew this and had set Yeon Sim as today’s target.
Seol Mujin pointed to the two bottles of alcohol that Seol Guk was holding and asked.
“What kind of alcohol is that?”
“Jangbaek-ju.”
“That Jangbaek-ju famous for being strong?”
“If she drinks one cup of this, Yeon Sim might die?”
“Wait a moment.”
Seol Mujin filled a bottle identical to the one containing Jangbaek-ju with plain water.
“Give me that.”
Seol Mujin placed the two bottles containing alcohol and water on a tray and entered the Yeonhwa Room.
“Hey! How can you not drink when a customer offers you alcohol? Hurry up and gulp it down!”
With the wine cup Lord Hong had offered in front of her, Yeon Sim was struggling helplessly.
“Fresh alcohol is here!”
“Oh! Is that Jangbaek-ju?”
“That’s right! It’s the strongest Jangbaek-ju!”
Seol Mujin placed the two bottles on the table and asked.
“Sister Yeon Sim won’t drink? She shouldn’t refuse alcohol offered by a customer.”
“Jeom Soi knows something! If she doesn’t drink when I’m offering like this, I’ll really get angry.”
“My, my lord, I really can’t drink alcohol.”
Yeon Sim, with her downturned eyes, looked like she was about to cry.
Seol Mujin whispered to Lord Hong.
“My lord, I have a good way to make Sister Yeon Sim drink.”
“What is it?”
Seol Mujin brought dice from the decorative shelf.
“You just need to guess where the dice is among the wine cups I mix. If you guess correctly, my lord, Sister Yeon Sim drinks. If you guess wrong, you drink a cup, my lord. How about it?”
“Like the Yabawi they do in the market?”
“Are you not confident?”
“Hehehe… Yabawi tricks don’t work on me. Fine!”
Lord Hong, who loved gambling, couldn’t refuse.
Yeon Sim’s tearful expression remained unchanged.
Seol Mujin mouthed ‘Just trust me’ to Yeon Sim so Lord Hong couldn’t see.
“Well? Will you accept the wager?”
At Lord Hong’s question, Yeon Sim trusted Seol Mujin and nodded her head.
“Hahaha! Good! Now show me your skills! Let’s see how good Jeom Soi’s abilities are!”
Seol Mujin cleared the food from the table and placed three wine cups upside down in that spot.
“Well, anyone who isn’t blind can get this right. I’ll put the dice here in the middle.”
The dice went under the middle cup and two cups were placed upside down on either side.
Seol Mujin moved his hands and began shuffling the wine cups.
“Now, you can see it, right? The dice is here.”
Occasionally he would lift a cup to show the dice.
It was exactly like the yabawi hustlers commonly seen in Market Street.
Then he suddenly stopped his hands.
“My lord! Now you just need to find the dice!”
A smile appeared on Lord Hong’s lips as he watched intently.
“Your hand movements are quite dazzling, but you can’t fool my eyes. Here!”
Lord Hong pointed to the rightmost cup.
“Are you certain?”
“Just lift the cup already!”
When Seol Mujin slyly lifted the cup, there was nothing underneath.
“Oh my, the dice was here.”
When he lifted the middle cup, the dice lay there with six dots facing up.
“Oh! That boy’s hand skills are quite useful. Good! Since I lost, I’ll have a drink!”
“Sister Yeon Sim. You should pour a drink for my lord. Alcohol tastes best when poured by a woman, doesn’t it?”
“Hehehe! This boy only says things that please me completely! Here!”
Lord Hong handed Seol Mujin a full 100 mun.
“Oh my! Thank you! You must win next time!”
Lord Hong’s expression grimaced after drinking a cup of Jangbaek-ju in one gulp.
No matter how much of a drinker one was, Jangbaek-ju was strong liquor that made faces scrunch up.
“Now, this time you must get it right!”
Seol Mujin’s hands moved dazzlingly again.
Lord Hong’s eyes, beginning to redden, never left the three cups for even a moment.
“This one!”
As soon as Seol Mujin’s hands stopped, Lord Hong pointed to the left wine cup.
“I wonder if the dice is really there?”
Yeon Sim clasped her hands to her chest and desperately hoped the dice wouldn’t be there.
Because even from her perspective, the dice appeared to be under the wine cup Lord Hong had pointed to.
“Ta-da!”
Seol Mujin lifted the wine cup with an exaggerated gesture.
“That’s right!”
Lord Hong cheered in triumph while Yeon Sim let out a sigh filled with despair.
“This time my lord guessed correctly! Now! As promised, Sister Yeon Sim must have a drink!”
“I’ll pour it for you!”
Lord Hong snatched the wine bottle that Seol Mujin was holding.
Yeon Sim had turned almost pale.
Yeon Sim would spit out even much weaker alcohol than Jangbaek-ju the moment it touched her lips.
If she drank that, she might really die.
She resented Seol Mujin for suggesting such a bet.
“Drink it all down!”
As Yeon Sim received the wine cup with trembling hands, Seol Mujin mouthed the words ‘It’s okay to drink.’
Thinking ‘There’s no way it’s okay,’ she barely touched her lips to it, but it tasted like water, not alcohol.
‘Act! Act!’
Seol Mujin moved his lips again.
Yeon Sim wasn’t oblivious, so she grimaced as if she had tasted strong liquor.
Lord Hong, pleased by that expression alone, urged her to drink quickly.
Yeon Sim pretended to be reluctant and emptied the wine cup in one gulp.
Acting like she had drunk bitter alcohol was much easier than actually drinking real alcohol.
“How does it taste? Good, right?”
“I’m… I’m dying.”
“Hey! One cup won’t kill you! Let’s go again!”
Lord Hong had taken a liking to Yabawi.
“Then let’s start again!”
Seol Mujin skillfully manipulated things so that Lord Hong and Yeon Sim each drank one bottle of alcohol and water respectively.
No matter how strong a drinker Lord Hong was, after a bottle of strong Jangbaek-ju on top of being already drunk, he could barely keep himself upright.
Seol Mujin nodded at Yeon Sim and mouthed ‘Fall down.’
Quick-witted Yeon Sim slurred “Ah! I really can’t take it anymore” and collapsed with a thud.
Seol Mujin supported the unconscious Lord Hong and said,
“You should head home now, my lord.”
“Yes… yes.”
Lord Hong was so drunk he didn’t even know what he was saying.
“The alcohol costs six silver coins. What? You’re also paying four coins for service? Thank you! That makes ten silver coins total!”
It was an outrageous overcharge, but it was fine to overcharge a troublemaker.
When Lord Hong fumbled for his pouch, Seol Mujin kindly(?) counted out ten silver coins and put the pouch back for him.
He might overcharge, but he wouldn’t resort to thievery.
“I’ll call a carriage to take you home!”
Hwa Seonhwa was watching from outside the door as Seol Mujin handled Lord Hong.
‘That boy has many talents.’
As she was feeling pleased, Yeon Seobi said to her,
“I told you he was a good worker.”
“Go call a carriage to send Lord Hong away.”
***
Hwa Seonhwa placed a key on the desk.
“What’s this?”
“The key to your house.”
Seol Mujin asked again with a bewildered expression.
“Our house key?”
“It’s about a quarter hour’s walk toward Seongun-ro from here, so it’s not too far, right?”
“Why a house all of a sudden?”
“A pleasure house isn’t really a good place for growing children.”
She had been thinking about it for a few months, but only now put it into action.
Sending out Seol Mujin and the triplets wasn’t an easy decision.
She wanted to keep them somewhere she could see them whenever she missed them, and talk to them whenever she wanted to chat.
But that was just her selfishness.
“We’re fine here too.”
“I’m not fine with it. And Mujin, you should also start looking for what you want to do from now on.”
“I like working at Yeonji-ru.”
“People have work that suits their capabilities. A pleasure house errand boy?”
Hwa Seonhwa shook her head.
“You’re too precious for that.”
“But…”
“Inseok, if someone heard this, they’d think I was kicking you out. I’m not telling you to do something else right away, but to find work that suits your capabilities from now on. You’re smart, so you’d do well studying or even succeed in business. First, move out. Here’s the address.”
Since Hwa Seonhwa’s will was so firm, he couldn’t refuse.
“Thank you.”
After bowing and leaving the room, Seol Mujin looked down at the key in his hand.
“The kids will be happy.”
When he told them that Hwa Seonhwa had found them a house, Seol Ryeoseon was delighted, Seol Changho was calm, and Seol Mantong frowned.
“We have to leave this great place?”
At Seol Mantong’s complaint-filled words, Seol Mujin asked.
“Who was it that ran away from this great place in the first place?”
“It’s the worst for Internal Energy Cultivation, but everything else is good! You get to see pretty ladies and there are lots of breasts… Ah! Hyeonwol…!”
Thwack!
“Ugh!”
Seol Ryeoseon, who had silenced Seol Mantong with violence, asked.
“What’s the house like? Is it spacious?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to go see it now.”
After packing their clothes first, they went to the address Hwa Seonhwa had given them.
The house, located slightly off the main street in an alley, was quite spacious.
The courtyard with the well alone was about twenty pyeong, and there were three rooms.
There was even furniture like beds.
Only Seol Mujin felt it was spacious.
“What? The house is tiny as a booger.”
“Right. If Mantong picks his nose a few times, the courtyard would be covered in boogers.”
In the midst of this, Seol Changho found a positive aspect.
“Still, the walls are high so we can practice Internal Energy Cultivation in the courtyard.”
Their belongings were modest enough to fit entirely on a small cart.
Standing in the courtyard, Seol Mujin looked around the house with deeply moved eyes.
Though it wasn’t entirely his own house, it was the first time he had a place that felt like a real home.
While Seol Mujin was lost in sentiment, the three sat in the main hall with their heads together.
“Mantong, you teach Fist Technique. Changho will handle Sword Technique, and I’ll take charge of Mind Technique.”
“I should pass down the Blood Demon Heaven Breaking Fist, the most powerful technique of the Main Sect. Hehehe…”
When Seol Ryeoseon raised her hand, Seol Mantong hurriedly made a gesture to stop her.
“Why again?”
“Are you planning to drop a kid who can’t even walk off a cliff? How can he learn the Blood Demon Heaven Breaking Fist without any foundation?”
“Th-then… Blood Jade Soul Crushing Fist?”
“Is that basic?”
“Then what should I teach!”
“What was the very first thing we learned?”
It was such a long time ago that they had to dig deep into their memories.
And the scene that simultaneously came to their minds was of young children climbing a cliff a hundred zhang high.
It was a hellish gateway where if a hundred climbed, twenty would fall and become bloody pulp.
The memories that followed weren’t much better either.
They learned to get beaten before they learned anything else.
The Mingjiao instructors’ philosophy was that pain was the fastest path to strength.
That philosophy might have been correct.
But they couldn’t inflict such pain on Seol Mujin.
Seol Changho spoke.
“Let’s go with Three Talents Fist Technique.”
“That common and ordinary Fist Technique they even sell at market stalls?”
“It’s not that different from what we learned.”
“But he’s learning from us, the world’s greatest masters, so starting with something so trivial seems a bit…”
Seol Changho said.
“Even the same Three Talents Fist Technique changes depending on who teaches it. All Martial Arts ultimately started from simple movements. The saying ‘all streams return to the source’ doesn’t exist for nothing.”
“All streams… what?”
“It’s a saying. Mantong, you’ll do Three Talents Fist Technique, and I’ll go with Three Talents Sword Technique. Still, he needs to properly learn Internal Energy.”
When Seol Mantong looked at Seol Ryeoseon, she thought for a moment then spoke confidently.
“Primordial Demon Art! How about it?”
Seol Changho frowned.
“That Primordial Demon Art that steals the opponent’s energy to instantly increase Internal Energy?”
“There’s nothing better than Primordial Demon Art for rapidly increasing Internal Energy.”
“Would Mujin be able to learn such a thing? And whose energy would he steal?”
“Any random passerby?”
Seol Changho made his decision.
“Let’s go with the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.”
Both of them were startled.
“But that’s something only the Cult Leader can learn.”
Seol Changho glanced at Seol Mujin in the courtyard and lowered his voice.
“Do you know any Internal Energy Mind Technique superior to the Heavenly Demon Divine Art?”
The Heavenly Demon Divine Art is an Internal Energy Mind Technique superior to even Shaolin Temple’s Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, which is considered the greatest Internal Energy Mind Technique in martial arts history.
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