The Lightning I Harbor Is Too Strong - Chapter 60

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Episode 60
Jung I-sin had come to genuinely respect Yeon Baek-ha.
For the first time, Byeokpa had been broken through.
Of course, there had been times when Byeokpa failed to work. He had never managed to pierce through the Hoshin Kanggi that the demon of Yeok Tower had deployed.
But being blocked by overwhelming Hoshin Kanggi and having Byeokpa broken through by Yeon Baek-ha felt entirely different.
Danrye Manhwasu was a martial technique that Gong Heon had created for Jung I-sin, drawing together everything from his teachings.
A water technique that severed lightning and transformed it into ten thousand forms.
The first move, Seomrye, was footwork.
The second move, Byeokpa, was palm technique.
The third move, Noemyeong, was fist technique.
He had certainly believed it to be so.
……But it had all been a misunderstanding on his part.
Gong Heon had only ever discussed the “subtle principles” of Byeokpa.
“He was simply teaching me in whatever way was most convenient for manifesting each principle.”
An unexpected insight had come to him.
And not about some other technique—about his own Danrye Manhwasu.
For the first time, he felt genuine gratitude for having come to Cheonmu Academy.
The Noehwa Nanmaek that he learned afterward came even more easily than Seoman.
Jung I-sin did not possess special talent for breaking through martial techniques.
“Again! Again! That cursed Cheonrye Gi!”
Whenever Yeon Baek-ha discussed Jung I-sin’s Internal Qi, he often lost his composure in a way unlike his usual demeanor, and the reason was clear.
He explained that the easiest way to break through was to create interference after penetrating. In that respect, lightning-type Internal Qi possessed tremendous utility.
He said it was the same principle by which masters cultivating Yeolyang Jigi could easily resist foreign Internal Energy that had invaded their own bodies.
It was the strength of Yin-Yang natured Internal Qi, and…… Cheonrye Gi stood at the very pinnacle.
It was essentially a master key.
“At this rate, the dignity of breaking-through techniques……!”
But regardless, it was already Yeon Baek-ha who had taught him his secret martial art.
An unbreakable bond had been forged between them.
Having acknowledged that fact, Yeon Baek-ha had given Jung I-sin his first task.
“Manmu Pavilion, then…….”
Yeon Baek-ha had asked Jung I-sin to bring him the Spirit Pill Formula from Manmu Pavilion.
Despite the fact that his own access level would certainly be much higher, he had specifically made the request of Jung I-sin.
The way Yeon Baek-ha’s eyes brightened and he spoke with subtle eagerness was rather puzzling, but he could not refuse the request.
Now that Manmu Pavilion was on his mind, memories that felt quite distant came back to him.
When his injuries healed, Jung I-sin had set out to find not only Yeon Baek-ha.
“……I’m truly afraid of facing Elder Baek again.”
When he had left Manmu Pavilion in a state little better than rags, Elder Baek had urged him to return once his body had recovered.
To be honest, Jung I-sin was the victim in all this, yet the fact that he had completely forgotten about Elder Baek weighed heavily on his heart.
“Mm.”
“Why are you groaning so much this morning?”
“Good morning. I just have something on my mind.”
“On such an important day, you have worries? Tell me, and I shall resolve them for you.”
For a moment, Bang Si-jeong came to mind—the one who would take a beating on Elder Baek’s behalf—but Jung I-sin shook his head.
“No, it’s nothing. By the way, what’s special about today?”
“Finally, the Kangho History class! They were only teaching tedious theory, so I had no interest in it whatsoever!”
“Ah yes, you did enjoy Kangho History, didn’t you?”
The words left his mouth without much thought, and Bang Si-jeong’s movements stopped abruptly.
“……’did’?”
“Yes, you did. I’m Jung I-sin, remember? We discussed the Three-Path Confrontation Formation at Mookho Pavilion!”
“Ahem! Yes, that’s right. I nearly mistook you for an uncultured ruffian who disregarded history.”
Arriving at Kangmu Hall while avoiding Bang Si-jeong’s suspicious gaze.
The first-year students in blue martial robes were gathered in throngs. Bang Si-jeong let out an exclamation.
“Truly befitting a Kangho History class. All the new Academy Students have been summoned.”
“This class is mandatory, I heard…….”
“Ah! Let’s hurry!”
It was as Bang Si-jeong was moving ahead to find the classroom.
“Aren’t you also heading to Classroom Twenty-Two? Let’s go together.”
A clear, crisp voice called out from in front of the stairs.
Gong-son Young appeared with her characteristic flamboyant flower ornaments, and as always, Eon So-ran was at her side.
They were among the few people with whom Jung I-sin maintained steady contact, so he nodded willingly.
As Jung I-sin exchanged brief greetings with Gong-son Young, Eon So-ran approached with a deflated expression.
“I’m so sorry, Jung I-sin. I promised you something, but I still haven’t kept my end of the bargain.”
The promise between Jung I-sin and Eon So-ran.
To spar using the Byeokcheon Ryu technique and to arrange a meeting with Dang Hye-ran alone.
It was what they’d sworn to each other.
In truth, Jung I-sin had held up his part of the bargain.
Eon So-ran had grasped the essence of the Byeokcheon Ryu, and through it achieved martial enlightenment. More than that, Jung I-sin still made time to spar with her whenever he could.
The problem lay with Eon So-ran.
“There’s nothing I can say. I haven’t seen my sister or Professor Dang myself for days now.”
“Do you think something’s happened to her?”
“Apparently, during the exchange gathering, someone stole the professor’s research materials. They’re saying if she gets caught, they’ll turn her into pickled radish…”
It was no coincidence that the lunatics running across the rooftops came to mind. Jung I-sin asked carefully.
“The Spirit Creature Research Society, perhaps?”
“Yes! Exactly! I’m surprised you know of them. Though come to think of it, I’d heard rumors about them even before my Entrance Examination.”
It was the moment he swore to himself once more never to get entangled with them.
“Once this matter with the Spirit Creature Research Society is resolved, you’ll be able to make time whenever you wish, won’t you?”
“Of course. You’ve been so good to me, after all.”
“Then tell me when that happens.”
He was content enough that the thread connecting him to the Dang family hadn’t snapped.
Eon So-ran wasn’t the type to break a promise—it was simply a matter of waiting for it to be resolved.
‘Compared to Professor Seop disappearing without a trace the moment the semester started, this is nothing.’
With no clear path forward to Namgung, he was taking extra care with Eon So-ran. The additional sparring sessions were part of that very strategy.
Jung I-sin remained genuinely devoted to the Dang family.
* * *
Some classes mixed students regardless of Upper, Middle, or Lower Grade—all academy students of the same cohort sat together. This Kangho History class appeared to be one of them, and the lecture hall was filled with unfamiliar faces.
“They split us into exactly two classes, and Mu-jin and Tae-gang ended up in different ones. What a shame.”
“The odds weren’t that far off, were they?”
“…!”
It was while Jung I-sin was making idle conversation with Bang Si-jeong before the class began. Suddenly the area fell silent, and when he turned, familiar faces stood before him.
“…Those are some fierce-looking expressions.”
“You!”
At the casual remark Jung I-sin let slip, Wi-seok—a burly man from the Cheongineui Clan—immediately reddened with fury.
The man who’d taken a thorough beating from Jung I-sin back in Mugang County.
Sending a burning glare toward Jung I-sin was Hwang-bo Yeon-geol, who’d suffered defeat at Hwawon.
He was also the petty man who’d sent his subordinates before the semester, only to have them dealt with at Eon So-ran’s hands.
‘Troublesome if I get involved with them.’
He had no reason to hold them in high regard.
Jung I-sin quietly turned his gaze away.
The times were changing—Cheonmu Academy had shifted from being an enemy territory that needed total annihilation to a place where there was much to gain from enemies.
Consider Yeon Baek-ha alone—how much help he’d been.
Moreover, now that his tasks were becoming clearer, he had no time to waste on these fools.
“Hmph! Pathetic! …Hmph!”
Wi-seok snorted derisively a couple more times, then turned away.
“Young Lady Gong-son! How can you sit with these riffraff? Young Master Hwang-bo has graciously invited you to join us—let us move seats at once.”
“Ah, shi—”
A low voice drifted from the adjacent seat.
Glancing sideways, Jung I-sin saw Gong-son Young covering her mouth with a fan—but the hand gripping that fan was trembling violently.
Wi-seok and Hwang-bo Yeon-geol had clearly had her in their sights from the start, and they pressed on relentlessly with their persuasion.
“Among the upper classes, the heirs of noble families are barely half the Nine Sects. Surely this is when we must unite our strength, is it not?”
“….”
“The Dragon Phoenix Association is currently enjoying its golden age. It will bring great benefit to the Gong-son family as well.”
“….”
“Young Lady Gong-son! How much longer will you tarnish the name of the Eight Major Families by associating with this scoundrel and some vagabond of unknown origin? Do you know how much I’ve done for you….”
Well, well…
This was about to explode.
It was at that moment Jung I-sin and Bang Si-jeong exchanged glances.
Crash!
“Hey, you bastard! Who the hell do you think you’re talking to!”
Gong-son Young stood abruptly, sweeping her fan down across the desk. Splinters rained from her grip like a shower of violence.
“Just because we shared a brief time together at the Uicheon Alliance doesn’t make us friends. Are you insane? Do you have no self-awareness?”
“No, Miss Gong-son, that’s not what I meant…….”
“Smearing the name of the Eight Major Families? If you want to join the Eight Families, earn your own reputation first, you bastard! Don’t you dare touch our sister who minds her own business! And what right have you got to speak of lineage when you can’t even keep pace with Jung I-sin?”
Clap-clap-clap-clap―
“Ah, I’m sorry. I got carried away without thinking…… please, continue what you were saying.”
Bang Si-jeong scratched his head, seemingly unaware that he’d been clapping along.
Wi-seok’s already blotchy face flushed a deep crimson, like a stone heated in fire.
Hwang-bo Yeon-geol, who’d been holding back from behind, was in no better state.
Jung I-sin let out an admiring sigh.
“She really does have a way with words.”
“……Young Master Jung, what do you mean by that?”
Bang Si-jeong asked uncertainly, and Jung I-sin gestured toward Hwang-bo Yeon-geol.
“I couldn’t help myself and just drove his face into the ground, didn’t I? Miss Gong-son’s the real expert at this—offering such biting criticism because she wants him to improve, wouldn’t you say?”
“What? Heh……! Keheh!”
“Why are you laughing? I’m serious. Don’t you think so, Yeon-geol? Compared to me who just slammed him into the earth without warning, Miss Gong-son’s bitter counsel seems a hundred times more virtuous.”
“You……!”
Thud―
Hwang-bo Yeon-geol shoved Wi-seok forward, his Qi Aura radiating outward as he approached.
He clenched his fists with an intensity that seemed to override all reason—a thoroughly menacing sight.
“Um, Young Master Jung? That one looks a bit off in the eyes.”
Bang Si-jeong asked, shaking Jung I-sin’s shoulder, and Jung I-sin let out a soft chuckle.
Hwang-bo Yeon-geol ground his teeth, scattering his Qi Aura roughly—the picture of textbook rage.
But Jung I-sin saw past that mask.
‘There’s no need to deploy Seoman.’
The Qi Aura was artificially manufactured. The Internal Qi actually flowing through Hwang-bo Yeon-geol’s meridians remained perfectly calm.
He was in the middle of studying how to dismantle others’ martial techniques.
A real-world opportunity had presented itself, and the opponent was Hwang-bo Yeon-geol? There was no hesitation in accepting.
“You……!”
Hwang-bo Yeon-geol, standing before Jung I-sin, ground his teeth and glared with burning eyes.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
In rhythm with Jung I-sin’s fingers drumming on the table, a faint Qi Aura rippled up from beneath the floor. It rose from the ground without warning, yet no one noticed it.
The moment Hwang-bo Yeon-geol drew in a sharp breath to roar―
“Can―!”
Crack―!
The sound of collision rang out, and the Qi Aura Hwang-bo Yeon-geol had been releasing vanished without a trace.
“……Hieeee!?”
In the sudden silence, Hwang-bo Yeon-geol’s voice echoed back absurdly.
The combination of Yeon Baek-ha’s Noehwa Nanmaek and Manrye Yusa proved quite satisfying. Could this be called a long-distance counterstrike?
“……Did you hear that?”
“Hieeee? Could that sound have come from Hwang-bo Yeon-geol?”
“Dreadful. I think I’ll have nightmares tonight.”
Hwang-bo Yeon-geol’s complexion darkened to ash. He’d clearly exceeded his threshold for shame.
Jung I-sin smirked and pointed behind him.
“Should we head back? The professor’s arrived.”
When had it started?
A middle-aged man stood at the podium in the front of the lecture hall.
In truth, Jung I-sin had only just noticed. Hwang-bo Yeon-geol flinched again and, grinding his teeth, retreated to his seat.
The middle-aged man on the podium watched Jung I-sin with a faint smile, though it was impossible to say how long he’d been doing so.
Jung I-sin had spread the Manrye Yusa throughout the lecture hall while dealing with Hwang-bo Yeon-geol. Had anyone entered newly, he would have sensed it immediately.
‘……A master.’
An extraordinary one, no less.
His presence was so imperceptible despite being visible to the eye that it brought to mind the concept of concealment itself.
The moment Jung I-sin closed his mouth, the somewhat noisy lecture hall gradually quieted as well.
One by one, students began to notice the figure at the podium.
Even the Academy Student who’d been making a racket at the front flinched and turned before speaking.
“Welcome, new Academy Students. I am Ok Jung-hui, your first-year homeroom instructor.”
“Gasp! The Demon Slayer Unit Commander!”
Bang Si-jeong shot to his feet with the shout, and turmoil rippled outward.
He was clearly a renowned figure—even Gong-son Young and Eon So-ran could be heard catching their breath.
Jung I-sin’s expression hardened as well, though not for the same reason as theirs.
‘The Demon Slayer Unit…… Commander?’
A mere coincidence?
The Demon Slayer Unit.
It was the same name as the organization Jung I-sin had belonged to for over ten days in the Formation Array beneath Manmu Pavilion.
“Haha. So there’s still an Academy Student who remembers that name.”
At Ok Jung-hui’s gentle remark, Bang Si-jeong, who had been settling into his seat, jumped up again.
“Still? Who in the Central Martial Realm doesn’t know of the Demon Slayer Unit!?”
“It’s been decades since they ceased their activities.”
“The Demon Slayer Unit only moves when demons appear—so naturally the world forgets them.”
Ok Jung-hui shook his head with a faint smile.
“Indeed, words alone cannot match the mastery of an Academy Student. Thank you for the generosity. Please, sit down.”
“Yes!”
Bang Si-jeong’s expression was unusually full of pride.
It resembled the look he’d worn when they discussed the Three-Way Sword Formation Array at Mookho Pavilion.
Jung I-sin swallowed his curiosity whole, sensing that asking what the Demon Slayer Unit was right now would mark him as uncultured.
In the meantime, Ok Jung-hui swept his calm gaze across the lecture hall and spoke.
“The Demon Slayer Unit. Of course, it has been an organization that consistently acted after the Demon War. But I have always hoped for the Demon Slayer Unit to disappear.”
“Huh? How so?”
The outburst from his neighbor grated on him, but Ok Jung-hui’s words were so captivating that he quickly returned to full attention.
“It’s simple, much as our friend Bang Si-jeong said. The Demon Slayer Unit exists because demons exist. Without demons, there would be no need for the Demon Slayer Unit—wouldn’t that be a better world?”
It was not a question seeking an answer.
His words were gentle, but Ok Jung-hui’s gaze burned with intensity.
“Yet how lamentably …”
His eyes, gleaming with that radiance, met the gaze of each Academy Student in turn as he spoke.
“I am still called the Master of the Demon Slayer Unit.”
The Lightning I Carry is Too Powerful
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