My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 7

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7.

Seol Mantong pushed the Internal Energy he had drawn up into Seol Changho’s body.

“Urgh!”

Seol Changho groaned and straightened his back stiffly.

Seol Mantong’s Internal Energy that entered through the Mingmen acupoint passed through the Quxian and Chenglian acupoints before immediately becoming blocked.

He needed to break through the blocked acupoints to calm the rampaging Internal Force, but Seol Mantong’s current Martial Power was woefully insufficient.

Seol Ryeoseon was also pouring her Internal Energy into Seol Mantong, but together they barely amounted to one jiazi worth.

To calm Seol Changho’s Qi Deviation now would require five times that amount of Internal Energy.

Or they would need some legendary Spiritual Medicine.

Seol Changho’s back gradually bent, and Seol Mantong and Seol Ryeoseon’s bodies also curved.

“Ugh…”

The groans flowing from the three people’s mouths were like death-summoning wails.

Then suddenly, Seol Changho’s back straightened completely and the two were pushed away.

“Argh—!”

Seol Ryeoseon, who had been at the very back, rolled once and bumped into the sleeping Seol Mujin.

Seol Mujin, who had been in deep sleep due to several sleepless nights, woke up with a start.

Looking around with sleepy eyes, Seol Mujin jumped up in surprise.

“What’s wrong with you guys?”

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong were exhausted and barely moving, while Seol Changho with his reddened skin was slumped over as if dead.

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong, who barely managed to raise their upper bodies, didn’t know what to say.

Even if they said Seol Changho had fallen into Qi Deviation, there was no way Seol Mujin would understand.

And even if he understood, it wasn’t like Seol Mujin could immediately find a master of three jiazi or more.

“Changho is… sick.”

That was all Seol Ryeoseon could say.

They could only watch the death of a friend who had bickered and stayed close with them for a hundred years.

But Seol Mujin didn’t just stand there watching.

Seol Mujin ran out of the room and went to the Warehouse to bring back a Basket.

It was that old Basket he used to carry the Triplets around in.

As Seol Mujin put Seol Changho into the Basket, Seol Ryeoseon asked.

“What are you trying to do?”

“I have to take him to the Medical Clinic.”

“It’s not an illness the Medical Clinic can cure.”

“I have to do something.”

It was struggling.

Yes, he had to at least struggle so he’d have fewer regrets later.

“I want to go too.”

Her legs were shaking as her Internal Force and stamina were depleted from trying to treat Seol Changho.

“Me too.”

Seol Mantong’s physical condition was no different from Seol Ryeoseon’s.

“Alright.”

Seol Mujin readily allowed the two to accompany him.

The place Seol Mujin headed to was Im Seongon’s Medical Clinic, where he had received treatment for his head wound.

The exhausted Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong were on the verge of death trying to follow Seol Mujin.

Since it was so urgent, Seol Mujin didn’t show consideration for their condition.

Upon arriving at the Medical Clinic, Seol Mujin pounded on the door as if to break it.

“Doctor! Doctor!”

After knocking twenty times, light began to seep out from the pitch-black Medical Clinic.

“Who is it?”

It was a voice heavy with sleep.

“A patient! A patient!”

“Come tomorrow!”

“My brother is dying!”

Seol Mujin shouted while continuing to pound on the door.

“What bastard at this dawn…!”

The sound of shuffling shoes grew closer, then the door burst open.

Im Seongon immediately recognized who Seol Mujin was.

“You, you’re that kid from the Pleasure House who hurt his head. I told you to come tomorrow, so why are you causing this ruckus!”

Seol Mujin showed him Seol Changho, who was slumped in the basket.

“My brother is acting strange!”

He had been burning with fever, but during the journey here, his complexion had turned deathly pale.

Im Seongon spoke just by looking at his complexion.

“He looks dead?”

“What?”

Seol Mujin brought his finger under Seol Changho’s nose.

Fortunately, he could feel faint breathing.

“He’s alive! Please examine him quickly!”

“What about the treatment fee?”

In such an urgent situation, there was no way he could have brought money.

“I’ll pay whatever you want, so please treat my brother right now!”

Im Seongon muttered “insolent brat” before examining Seol Changho.

“Hmm… Why is the internal energy fluctuating like this? I’ve seen this symptom a couple of times before…”

Im Seongon, tilting his head in confusion, muttered “This can’t be right” three times.

“What is it?”

“Has this kid learned Martial Arts?”

Before Seol Mujin could even answer, Im Seongon already concluded “That can’t be right.”

“But why is he showing symptoms similar to Qi Deviation?”

“You can cure it, right?”

“I know the method, but I can’t cure it.”

“What? Why?”

“Because it requires either a martial arts master with tremendous internal energy or a spiritual medicine of ancient times. From what I can see, it’ll be hard for him to survive today.”

Im Seongon twisted his goatee grown under his nose with his index finger and thumb as he continued speaking.

“I can give him some painkillers, but they’re quite expensive…”

“Cure him! Please cure my little brother somehow!”

“You brat! There’s no martial arts master and no spiritual medicine…! Huh? Wait a moment.”

“What? Is there a way?”

Im Seongon placed both hands on Seol Mujin’s shoulders and turned him this way and that.

“Why… why are you doing that?”

“Hmm. This should be enough to get in.”

“Get in where?”

“Do you want to save your brother?”

“Of course.”

“I know where there’s a spiritual medicine that can save your brother.”

“Really? Where is it?”

“Over there, Manho Mountain.”

Im Seongon pointed to the black mountain crowned with a full moon.

“What kind of spiritual medicine is it?”

“It’s called Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass, a spiritual herb that any martial artist would pay hundreds of millions to obtain.”

“You’re saying that Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass can cure Changho?”

“Your brother’s symptoms are similar to qi deviation, which martial artists fear terribly. For such symptoms, Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass is immediately effective. Not only will it save your brother, but he’ll have a body that won’t even catch a cold for the rest of his life.”

“Will you really give that Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass to Changho?”

“I can’t just watch a dying child. Wait a moment.”

Im Seongon went inside and came out carrying a bundle.

“Can’t you look after Changho for a moment before we go?”

Im Seongon passed by the basket without even glancing at it.

“Quickly gathering the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass is the way to save your brother.”

Seol Mujin shouldered the basket and followed Im Seongon.

Seol Ryeoseon, who had been following behind with quick steps, whispered to Seol Mantong.

“That doctor bastard seems suspicious.”

“Right?”

If even the oblivious Seol Mantong could sense it, something was definitely strange.

Seol Mantong asked.

“But do you think the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass really exists?”

“It’s not like mugwort that grows randomly in fields, and there must be a good reason why he brought up Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass…”

“So there’s a possibility?”

After thinking for a moment, Seol Ryeoseon said.

“Let’s see how things unfold for now.”

Even with a bright moon, mountain paths at night are dangerous.

Manho Mountain in particular was notorious for being treacherous, so even skilled hunters wouldn’t climb it at night.

Even so, Im Seongon climbed the mountain with ease.

Seol Mujin’s steps following behind were also fast.

Considering he was carrying the basket with Seol Changho in it, it was remarkable.

“Huff! Huff!”

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong, who were following those two, were dying.

Their strength was already exhausted, making them weaker than an ordinary four-year-old child.

“How about you two wait here?”

At Seol Mujin’s question, the two firmly shook their heads.

“Just hurry up and go. Huff huff!”

After about two hours passed, Seol Mujin’s breathing also became labored.

“We’re almost there.”

Im Seongon had said the same thing an hour ago.

“That bastard… lies every time he opens his mouth.”

Grumbling, Seol Mantong nearly rolled down the sloped rocks.

Only after climbing close to the summit of Manho Mountain did Im Seongon stop walking.

“Let me see. From Great Tiger Rock here, thirty steps to the east…”

Im Seongon pushed through a pathless area covered with fallen leaves.

It was a rough place where weeds had grown up to Seol Mujin’s waist height.

“From here, twenty steps north again. Whew—! Whew—!”

Im Seongon also seemed quite tired as he panted heavily.

“Sniff sniff! Hehehe… I found it properly.”

Im Seongon’s steps stopped in front of a rock shaped like buttocks.

“We’ve arrived.”

Seol Mujin, dripping with sweat, set down the basket and checked on Seol Changho.

“Changho seems to have gotten worse.”

Im Seongon replied while taking out a rope from his bundle.

“That’s why we need to hurry and dig up the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass.”

“Where is the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass?”

“Over there.”

The place Im Seongon pointed to was between the buttock-shaped rocks.

It was a place that only looked dark, hidden in the moonlight’s shadow.

Seol Mujin only discovered the small hole between the rocks when he got close.

“It’s inside this hole?”

“That’s right. With your build, you should be able to get in.”

It was about one foot wide, so it wouldn’t be easy even for Seol Mujin to enter.

“If we dig out the entrance a little more…”

When Seol Mujin picked up a tree branch that had fallen on the ground, Im Seongon shouted angrily.

“No! What if it collapses!”

Startled, Seol Mujin dropped the stick, and Im Seongon handed him the rope.

“Tie this under your armpits.”

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong watched with worry as Seol Mujin tied the rope as Im Seongon instructed.

“Will he be okay?”

“There’s no other way but to listen to that sinister doctor.”

Im Seongon gave fire tongs to Seol Mujin after he finished tying the rope.

“You must be careful not to let fire touch the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass.”

“How far down do I need to go?”

“I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, so how would I know?”

“If you haven’t even seen it, how do you know there’s Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass down there?”

“The smell. I’m not called Dog Nose Doctor for nothing.”

Seol Mujin sniffed around, but he couldn’t sense anything other than the forest’s distinctive smell.

“What does Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass look like?”

“You’ll know it when you see it.”

Im Seongon handed Seol Mujin a small knife about the size of a finger as he spoke.

“It’ll be growing in a rock crevice. You need to dig it out by the roots with this knife without damaging the leaves. The roots will only be lightly covered on the rock like moss, so it shouldn’t be difficult to dig out.”

Seol Mujin tucked the small knife into his waist, gripped the fire tongs in his hand, and took a deep breath as he stood before the hole.

The hole, gaping black like a monster’s maw, waited for Seol Mujin.

Seol Mujin placed his hands on the edge of the hole and inserted his legs into the dark space.

As soon as his feet went in, a cool sensation was transmitted to him.

His hips caught slightly, but he went down smoothly up to his chest.

However, he got stuck at his armpits and couldn’t go down any further.

“Raise your arms.”

“If I raise my arms, won’t the rope slip off?”

“You still have to raise them to get inside!”

Seol Mujin’s hesitation didn’t last long.

When he raised his arms, the dirt at the edge collapsed and his body slowly sank down.

“Careful… careful…”

What Im Seongon was worried about wasn’t Seol Mujin, but the dirt collapsing and burying the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass.

Suddenly the dirt at the edge of the hole collapsed and Seol Mujin’s body dropped down with a thud.

“Ugh!”

Because his arms were raised, the rope slipped right through as well.

Im Seongon, startled, hurriedly tried to grab it, but his hands only cut through empty air.

Then he felt tension in the rope.

Im Seongon grabbed the rope that was trying to slip away from his hands.

The rope became taut and Seol Mujin’s voice was heard from inside the hole.

“I caught the rope!”

Im Seongon, stroking his chest in relief, said.

“I’ll lower the rope, so light the fire tongs!”

Light emerged from inside the hole.

Im Seongon carefully lowered the rope.

Seol Mujin illuminated all directions with the fire tongs.

The entrance was narrow, but the inside was wide enough for Seol Mujin to descend.

When he moved the fire tongs downward, he could see the flickering darkness below.

Seol Mujin gripped the rope with his right hand and slowly descended.

After descending about one jang, the surrounding soil changed to rock.

Insects crawling between the rocks were startled by the light and quickly disappeared into small crevices.

Im Seongon’s voice could be heard from above.

“Can’t you see it yet?”

All he could see was moss stuck between the stones.

“I can’t see it!”

‘Is the Ten Thousand Year Nine Leaf Grass really here?’

It seemed like nothing but moss could grow on rocks where not a single ray of sunlight penetrated.

During his descent of three jang, Im Seongon’s question asking if he could see it had been heard at least five times.

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