My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 6

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6.

Seol Mantong’s foot slammed into Mad Dog’s jaw.

Mad Dog toppled over with a cry of ‘Keuuk!’

The two began their beating technique on the struggling man.

Their movements, with feet and fists falling simultaneously, were like awkwardly moving wooden puppets.

Of course, Mad Dog couldn’t see properly while being beaten.

“Aaah! I’m dying!”

Mad Dog rolled around, getting beaten relentlessly for a full moment.

Though the Triplets’ bodies were only four years old, their internal energy foundation was set and martial techniques were ingrained in their bodies.

Unless it was a martial artist, beating down one fat Mad Dog was nothing.

After more than a moment passed, Mad Dog no longer even screamed, just swayed back and forth as he was beaten.

“Stop! Stop it!”

Seol Changho, unable to watch anymore, stepped forward.

When he placed his hand on Mad Dog’s neck, he felt a beating pulse.

“Since it’s come to this, let’s just kill him.”

“This much means he’ll have to lie down for a month. Eight teeth fell out too. Let’s go.”

They slipped into the alley on the opposite side, not where they had entered.

Because there was a suitable place to dispose of their clothes and masks.

‘Old hag. You’re too heavy.’

‘Shut up, you old pervert!’

Bickering like this as they went, they didn’t know.

That just one jang away, where the wall was broken, there was a shocked Seol Mujin.

He had come because of Hwa Seonhwa’s errand.

She said it was cosmetics only sold on Sangjiro.

Usually Yeon Seobi would come, but because of a cold, Seol Mujin had taken over the errand.

Seol Mujin, who was returning after buying cosmetics, had entered the alley specifically because of the screams.

And he saw it.

Someone in a black robe wearing a white mask beating Mad Dog.

It was definitely the same mask and robe he had seen in the wardrobe.

There couldn’t be another mask made so crudely.

To the confused Seol Mujin’s ears came Seol Changho’s voice.

—Stop! Stop it!

—Since it’s come to this, let’s just kill him.

It was Seol Ryeoseon’s voice.

What is this?

He could hear Seol Mantong’s voice too.

Old hag? What about old pervert?

His head was confused and his body had frozen.

He couldn’t move for a moment from that spot.

—The triplets are possessed by a ghost!

—A ghost that talks about the Sun Moon Bright Cult and such!

His memory retreated far back once again.

Jang Jangsim’s words fell like snowflakes over the triplets lying on the basket.

Were they really possessed by a ghost?

The fact that this was the most reasonable suspicion spoke to the absurd reality.

Seol Mujin didn’t even know how he had returned to Yeonji-ru.

It was remarkable that he hadn’t gotten lost.

“Is something wrong?”

When he brought the cosmetics, Hwa Seonhwa asked him that.

“What? Oh… It’s nothing.”

After leaving Hwa Seonhwa’s room, Seol Mujin took a deep breath.

“Get it together!”

Smack!

When he slapped his own cheeks with both hands, the stinging pain brought him back to reality.

He couldn’t deny the reality that the triplets were strange.

However, he shouldn’t accept absurd possibilities like being possessed by ghosts as reality.

There must be something else.

There were still many things in this world that he didn’t know about.

When he entered the room, the triplets were gathered on the narrow bed talking about something.

The way they looked startled when they saw him coming in seemed newly suspicious.

Seol Mujin asked while taking off his coat.

“Did you stay home all day today?”

Seol Changho quickly answered.

“Where would we have to go?”

‘A lie.’

The next day, news about Mad Dog arrived.

At the news that Mad Dog had been beaten nearly to death in Sangjiro Alley, everyone at Yeonji-ru cheered.

“He got divine punishment. Divine punishment.”

Mad Dog’s testimony that the person who delivered that divine punishment wore a black robe and white mask made many people tilt their heads in confusion.

In any case, there was no reason for the triplets to be suspected at all.

Except for Seol Mujin’s suspicion.

***

Seol Mujin received his fifth pouch from Hwa Seonhwa.

What was different from the previous four times was that this pouch contained two silver coins.

As he got older, the amount had increased too.

“What’s troubling you?”

Sometimes Hwa Seonhwa seemed like a Seol Mujin appraiser.

“It’s nothing.”

He thought about discussing the triplets with her, but he didn’t want to trouble Hwa Seonhwa with their affairs.

Even if he talked about it, it would be better to do so after something became certain.

With the silver coins in hand, Seol Mujin’s steps naturally headed toward the market.

Though the triplets were suspicious, that didn’t mean his affection for them had disappeared.

“I should make the bed bigger.”

Both the triplets and Seol Mujin had grown considerably, making the current bed too cramped.

He made a bed that could accommodate all four of them and also replaced their blankets and clothes.

The triplets were indifferent to toys but loved food.

When he bought plenty of rice cakes, sweets, jerky and such things and laid them out, the children showed rare delight.

A smile formed on Seol Mujin’s lips as he watched them.

“Kids, eat plenty.”

Without needing to be told, the triplets ate well.

“You eat too.”

Seol Ryeoseon kindly looked after Seol Mujin’s portion as well.

“You should say ‘big brother,’ not ‘you.'”

“Pfft!”

Even that cheeky behavior was cute.

Whether the triplets were possessed by ghosts or had something he didn’t know about, they remained his precious younger siblings.

So even if they didn’t call him big brother or older brother, they were still adorable.

That night, whether it was because the new bed felt unfamiliar or because he felt the call of nature, he wasn’t sure.

Seol Mujin, who woke up in the middle of the night, turned his body to the side.

As he was about to get up, a strange sight entered his eyes.

Under the faint moonlight coming through the window, he could see the triplets sitting cross-legged.

With both hands gathered at their lower abdomen and their backs straight, the triplets didn’t move a muscle.

No matter how extraordinary the triplets were, could mere four-year-olds really stay motionless in that posture?

“Whooo—!”

Seol Ryeoseon exhaled a long breath.

Seol Mujin closed his eyes in surprise, and the long breathing sounds of Seol Mantong and Seol Changho reached his ears.

“Passing through the third gate of the Heavenly Demon Blood Flame Art isn’t easy.”

“Shh!”

Seol Ryeoseon stopped Seol Changho from speaking.

He could feel the triplets looking at him.

Seol Mantong’s voice was heard.

“He’s sleeping. When Mujin falls asleep, you could carry him away and he wouldn’t know. But Changho, you still haven’t passed the third gate?”

“What about you two?”

“Hehehe… I easily surpassed it ten days ago. The fourth gate won’t be long either.”

“Tch!”

“Don’t overdo it. If you rush and suffer qi deviation, it’ll be a disaster.”

Seol Mantong raised his voice.

“We need to hurry. The Cult Leader who tried to kill us after our lifetime of loyalty is still alive with his eyes wide open.”

In contrast, Seol Changho’s responding voice was calm.

“It doesn’t seem like we were loyal to the Cult Leader? We opposed the current Cult Leader.”

“Still, he shouldn’t have done that to us. If our martial arts weren’t the best under heaven, we would have died instead of undergoing rejuvenation.”

Seol Ryeoseon let out a long sigh.

“Haah—! Even with the rejuvenation technique, it was too extreme. Babies, really.”

Seol Changho said.

“At least we’re lucky that a kid like Mujin picked us up. If it weren’t for that boy, we would have become beast food.”

After talking for about an hour, the triplets fell asleep.

But Seol Mujin stayed awake all night.

The words he heard from the triplets—Bright Cult, rejuvenation technique, qi deviation—wouldn’t leave his mind.

These were terms too unfamiliar to Seol Mujin.

So he asked a martial artist who often visited the pleasure house.

“Kid, you ask about all sorts of things. Bright Cult is what they call themselves, but it’s actually the Demonic Sect. You’ve heard of the Demonic Sect, right?”

Of course.

The Demonic Sect had caused three bloodbaths over the past five hundred years, taking countless lives.

For that reason, evil in the Central Plains was often synonymous with the Demonic Sect.

‘The kids said they were elders of the Bright Cult!’

Seol Mujin calmed his startled heart and asked about something else.

“Then what about the rejuvenation technique?”

“Literally, it’s when an old person becomes young again.”

“Into babies?”

“Babies? Nah, not that extreme. Roughly like people in their twenties?”

The martial artist waved his hand dismissively.

“That’s just legendary talk. There probably aren’t any martial artists who’ve actually undergone rejuvenation, right?”

“What about qi deviation?”

The martial artist answered with an expression that said ‘You know about that too?’

“It’s when even fairly skilled martial artists push their internal energy cultivation too hard and something goes wrong with their body. Eight or nine out of ten who suffer qi deviation die. Even those who survive often become disabled.”

The martial artist’s flowing explanation became thick rope that bound Seol Mujin tightly.

How did the triplets know words that only martial artists would know?

‘The twins were martial artists, and elders of the Demonic Sect at that?’

It was too absurd to believe, but the reality before his eyes was too clear to dismiss.

Seol Mujin asked a few more curious questions, and the martial artist who answered received a plate of duck meat as a gift.

“Mujin, is something wrong?”

Seol Mujin was startled by Seol Ryeoseon’s question.

Even the kids could see that Seol Mujin’s complexion was unusual.

“Ah… No. Let’s go to sleep.”

He blew out the lamp and lay down on the bed, but sleep didn’t come easily.

He had been unable to sleep for nearly an hour when he heard Seol Mantong’s voice.

“Mujin seems to be asleep?”

Seol Mujin deliberately made his breathing even.

After confirming he was asleep, the triplets sat in lotus position.

‘That posture is the lotus position, and they’re doing qi circulation, right?’

Lying on his side, Seol Mujin stared intently at the triplets.

They were still his precious siblings who wouldn’t hurt even if put in his eyes, yet inside they were elders of the Demonic Sect.

What should he do about this?

***

Im Seongon is a physician.

However, no one called Im Seongon “Doctor Im.”

He had been called Dog-nose Im Gyeonbi since he was eight years old, and even now, forty years later, nothing had changed.

Though he didn’t particularly like the nickname “Dog-nose,” it was certainly fitting.

Im Seongon buried his face in a hole in the mountain ground, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh.

“Haah—! There’s treasure down there but I can’t dig it out!”

What lay beneath the hole, about one foot wide, was Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass.

He had seen it only once before, twenty years ago when he was a novice physician.

The Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass he had found after searching the entire mountain could have been his.

But the legendary spiritual herb fell into his master’s hands, and his master retired immediately after selling it.

With enough money in hand to feed three generations, there was no reason to continue practicing medicine, treating nothing but venereal diseases.

It was the most regrettable moment of Im Seongon’s life.

But now, after more than twenty years, an opportunity to change his fate had come to him.

“I need to dig that out.”

The opening was too narrow for him to enter.

When he discovered it a month ago, he tried to widen the hole but nearly caused a collapse.

If he couldn’t widen the hole, he would have to make himself smaller, but no amount of weight loss would make him small enough to fit.

“Should I learn the Bone Shrinking Art to make my body smaller?”

***

A smile appeared on Seol Ryeoseon’s lips as she opened her eyes after finishing her qi circulation.

As the fourth level of the Heavenly Demon Blood Flame Art approached, the internal energy that had disappeared during rejuvenation was gradually being replenished, reaching half a cycle.

Though it was still an insignificant level, as her body grew, the speed of accumulating internal energy would also increase.

“Whew—!”

Seol Mantong opened his eyes with a long breath.

“Hehehe… The fourth level isn’t far off. Changho, you…”

Seol Mantong’s face hardened as he turned his gaze to Seol Changho.

“Changho!”

Seol Ryeoseon’s face was also covered with shock upon seeing Seol Changho.

Seol Changho’s complexion, red like a ripe apple, showed that something was seriously wrong.

Seol Ryeoseon hurriedly checked Seol Changho’s pulse.

She felt a pulse running wild like an unbridled colt.

“Changho, what’s wrong?”

“It looks like Qi Deviation.”

Both Seol Mantong who asked and Seol Ryeoseon who answered fell into anxiety.

“Damn it!”

Though Seol Mantong usually appeared simple and dull, his judgment was quick this time.

He quickly moved behind Seol Changho and placed his palm on his back.

“You alone won’t be enough!”

Seol Ryeoseon also moved behind Seol Mantong and placed her palm on his pressure point.

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