The Lightning I Harbor Is Too Strong - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70
“Asked me if you were the Jung I-sin at the center of all this.”
A martial artist in a red robe repeated the question in a firm voice.
A complete stranger with hair shaved to a vivid blue — a senior he’d never seen before.
His demeanor was strikingly pure, yet Jung I-sin sensed an unmistakable current of hostility beneath it.
“Yes, I am Jung I-sin.”
“Hmph!”
As Jung I-sin nodded readily, the man’s eyes narrowed to slits.
He raked Jung I-sin up and down with a measuring gaze, as if searching for the truth beneath the surface, then suddenly bellowed.
“How can someone so perfectly intact have such a rotten mind!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I am Mok Hyun-sin of the Jeongsim Society!”
“Yes, I am Jung I-sin.”
“You wretched fool! I shall set you on the right path……!”
Mok Hyun-sin lunged forward with a shout, his hand streaking directly toward Jung I-sin’s arm.
Jung I-sin pushed off lightly with his toes to create distance, but Mok Hyun-sin pursued relentlessly, his grip on Jung I-sin’s arm refusing to yield.
“What is the meaning of this? Please, explain yourself!”
“You fool! Your conduct is so unmartial! You too must have stepped into Cheonmu Academy chasing dreams of the Limitless Way!”
“Unmartial? I’ve done nothing wrong!”
Crack!
Jung I-sin struck down at Mok Hyun-sin’s hand as it curved and flowed upward in an arc. But the moment his blow sent it recoiling, the hand whipped back like a whip in a graceful rotation, striking again from above.
‘Extraordinary Geum Na-su technique.’
The thought seized him even in the midst of combat.
It was a display of pure dedication to subduing Jung I-sin’s arm—a movement that seemed to embody the very essence of the Geum Na-su martial art.
With his right arm still bearing its injury, Jung I-sin found even parrying the occasional strike growing increasingly difficult.
“With such outstanding martial talent to ally yourself with such wicked villains!”
“I don’t know whom you’re speaking of!”
“Cursed fool! I swear I shall bring you back to righteousness!”
Each time Jung I-sin retreated, Mok Hyun-sin closed the distance—until, for the first time, he halted his advance.
“Hnn!”
With a deep, resonant breath, an auspicious energy suddenly bloomed across his entire frame.
Unmistakably, the fragrance of Buddhist Dharma Martial Arts.
“……?”
Jung I-sin found the situation more bewildering still.
Of all people—why you?
Dong—
The sound of the temple bell rang out in agreement, and Jung I-sin ceased his retreat.
Mok Hyun-sin’s eyes flared with triumph at having drawn him in, and he drove his heel into the ground.
Crack!
The distance between them vanished in an instant.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Mok Hyun-sin extended his hand toward Jung I-sin’s arm.
The Geum Na-su technique, still bent wholly on subduing, seized Jung I-sin’s arm with ease.
And at that same instant, a warm amber light erupted from Jung I-sin.
Dong—
“Huaaaagh…….”
Not even fallen snow melting in sunlight could have dissolved so swiftly.
Mok Hyun-sin, who had seized Jung I-sin’s arm, crumbled in an instant.
He collapsed nearly into Jung I-sin’s embrace, uttering pathetic sounds.
“Nngh……ahhh…… wh-what is…… hnn……!”
As though bound by glue, as though grasping a rope dropped from heaven, he refused to release Jung I-sin’s arm.
“Hah, hnn…… hup!”
At last Jung I-sin wrenched his arm free, and only then did Mok Hyun-sin crash to the ground.
“…….”
“…….”
Mok Hyun-sin gazed upward; Jung I-sin gazed down.
After that brief exchange of glances, Mok Hyun-sin smiled with benevolent warmth and pressed his palms together.
“Homage to Amitabha Buddha.”
“Please, spare me the chanting and explain what just happened.”
As though spoken by a single person, the words flowed together seamlessly, and Mok Hyun-sin squeezed his eyes shut.
* * *
“……came all this way, but I’m too impatient for my own good. I’m ashamed to call myself a disciple of the Buddhist order.”
Mok Hyun-sin hung his head as if confessing a crime.
Mu-jin beside him offered comfort with an awkward smile.
“How could that be your fault, senior? It’s the fault of those spreading nonsense rumors.”
“Though you were the only senior who actually believed them and came to subdue me.”
“…….”
“Your eyes were gleaming with the resolve to guide me, just like Nahan. I wish you could have seen it. If you’d stayed at Shaolin, you would have certainly earned a place of honor there.”
Mok Hyun-sin’s head bowed even lower, and Mu-jin laughed awkwardly. Having heard the full story, there was nothing more he could say.
Still, thanks to this encounter, Jung I-sin had finally learned about the rumors spreading through the Blue Dragon Hall and now throughout the entire Academy.
He’d been confined to the dormitory due to his injury, so the recent news had only just reached him.
“What kind of absurd nonsense is this.”
Curses he normally swallowed in front of Mu-jin slipped out without his knowledge.
According to the rumors, Jung I-sin belonged to an Unauthorized Exchange Society involved in all manner of misdeeds, kept company with senior disciples who reveled in a ruthless martial way, and was a new entrance student learning martial arts left behind by a professor who had turned to the heterodox path.
‘If Gongheun had seen that description, he would have cracked my skull on the spot.’
The fact that it was meant to be him was absurd. Yet at the same time, it wasn’t entirely amusing.
He’d thought nobody would believe such drivel, but someone actually had—and came looking for him.
“Ahem! Hack-hack! Cough! ……Sorry about that.”
“Not at all. It was a problem that needed solving anyway. Bang was right. I wondered what scheme they’d try, but I never imagined they’d stoop this low.”
He hadn’t even considered that they would drag Eon So-ran into their schemes. This had clearly crossed the line.
Bang Si-jeong shrugged his shoulders.
“That’s simply the nature of most noble clans.”
“They’re being cunning—carefully avoiding Shaolin’s name while attacking only my senior. I’ve heard that noble clan politics aren’t different from court intrigue, but I don’t know how to respond.”
Among the hundred first-year students this year, those who could truly be called part of a noble clan faction didn’t even make up thirty percent.
A small portion were disciples of the Nine Sects, and the rest were simply martial artists devoted to the Martial Way.
But rumors were strange things.
Left unanswered, they became truth. Those people had the power to make it so.
‘Public opinion warfare. I never even considered such a thing. Here I am, just trying to learn martial arts.’
Jung I-sin released a heavy sigh.
“They should have just challenged me to a proper duel. I would have accepted.”
“The way those above others treat people is truly appalling.”
“We’ll need a move of our own.”
And that ‘move’ arrived sooner than expected, marching in on its own feet.
“Is this the Blue Dragon Hall or the Vermillion Bird Hall?”
Agreeing with Bang Si-jeong’s sentiment, Jung I-sin donned the Red Martial Robe.
“Are you Jung I-sin?”
“Yes, I’m that cruel and brutal fellow you’ve heard about.”
“……What?”
The man blinked, then waved his hand dismissively.
“Right. I’m So Jong-chil of the Yongbong Association, from the Gomi Su Clan.”
Bang Si-jeong sidled up close and whispered, “Hwangbo’s lapdog,” then laughed.
“I see. Jeok judged you’d been cornered and sent someone in person.”
“A fair assessment. My anger’s been climbing to the top of my head.”
Jung I-sin approached So Jong-chil with a twisted smile.
“Let’s go, senior.”
“Why would I be your senior, you little wretch.”
“Then let’s go, Jong-chil.”
So Jong-chil’s mouth hung half-open.
A low, chilling laugh slipped through the gap.
Immediately, dust rose beneath his feet.
“You insolent little—!”
So Jong-chil had just raised his qi aura along with his rage.
Thwack! Crack!
Jung I-sin swiftly swept So Jong-chil’s legs out from under him, then seized him by the throat as he fell.
“Argh! Let go, let go! Hack!”
So Jong-chil writhed on the ground, choking on the dust cloud he himself had kicked up.
Jung I-sin pinned him down with his knee on the man’s back, swallowing his irritation.
“Unless you want to lose face in front of all these juniors, let’s just go quietly, senior.”
“I, I—!”
So Jong-chil trembled, his head bowed low.
“……Let go! I won’t go if you don’t let me go!”
* * *
The gathering places of the various Exchange Societies are called Association Grounds, with the First Association Ground situated to the southwest of the Grand Plaza and the Second to the southeast.
The Yongbong Association, which was making a poor show of things against Jung I-sin, had its base in the First Association Ground.
“If we were going to the Second Association Ground, we’d already be there by now. Why of all places does it have to be the First?”
“Because the Yongbong Association must be first in all things!”
“I wasn’t asking.”
“Irritating……!”
It was So Jong-chil, whose spirits had revived the moment they stepped outside the Blue Dragon Hall.
Following in his wake, which radiated open hostility, they entered a dense forest.
They emerged from the woodland path, neither long nor short, into a vast and extraordinary sight.
Far more palatial buildings stood arrayed here than in the Grand Plaza itself.
They varied wildly in size and differed entirely in appearance.
Some towered nearly ten stories high, while others sprawled with the scale of grand estates.
Some structures lay veiled in mist, and in one place rain was actively pouring down as if from nowhere.
And at the very center of that vast forest of buildings—
stood the grandest, most elaborate mansion of all.
Even from here, just emerging from the forest path, its brilliant plaque was visible.
Yongbong Association.
“……Damn.”
“You bastard! Why won’t you just stay put!”
So Jong-chil, striding ahead with shameless confidence, suddenly bellowed.
Even a mongrel eats half its food at home before leaving, or so they say.
“So he’s Hwangbo’s dog, after all.”
Marveling at Bang Si-jeong’s information, they made their way toward the enormous mansion.
Beyond the wide-open gates, a blue current of water greeted Jung I-sin.
Smooth stone tiles lay spread all the way to the main hall. Lined along both sides were fellow first-generation disciples of the Blue Dragon Hall, their eyes burning with barely contained malice as they glared at Jung I-sin.
“What is this—are we already allowed to enter freely?”
The Association Grounds were said to open only once the recruitment season for Exchange Societies began. Until then, only those like Jung I-sin who came under a senior’s guidance could be admitted.
What had happened was obvious enough.
Jung I-sin smiled softly and surveyed the faces around him.
Most were naturally members of the Palga faction.
Scanning the area while reading the mood, he noticed none of his peers reacted.
They scowled but kept their mouths firmly shut.
The reason for their silence lay at the end of the path.
At the top of a long staircase, in the center of the main hall, sat an extraordinarily ornate chair.
The man was seated there to receive Jung I-sin.
Jung I-sin found himself gazing up at him for quite some time.
“I am Hwangbo Jin-hui, master of the Yongbong Association.”
“I thought you were the emperor.”
“No different. Not in this place.”
…….
He’d meant it as his usual light mockery, but the reply that came back was shockingly serious.
Hwangbo Jin-hui, with his expression of weary indifference, answered without changing his face. He seemed to mean it genuinely.
‘This won’t be easy.’
As Jung I-sin anticipated the difficulty ahead, one of those scattered throughout the main hall stepped forward and draped an arm over the chair.
“So this is the new recruit the master mentioned?”
“That’s right.”
“Nothing special, is he? They say this kid actually bested Yeon-geol and even put a hole in our young master’s leg? Hmm.”
At that moment, a voice erupted from within the main hall.
“Mind your words, if you please!”
The one who strode out was Hwangbo Yeon-geol, alongside Peng Ak.
While Hwangbo Yeon-geol approached the man, Peng Ak remained in place and glared at Jung I-sin with murderous intent.
Jung I-sin waved at Peng Ak, whereupon the man laughed while scratching his head frantically.
“Aha, my apologies. These two are simply so formidable that I can hardly imagine it! I was just wondering whether Junok’s eye had perhaps dulled a bit.”
At that, Hwangbo Jin-hui didn’t even turn his head, merely waving his hand dismissively.
“If you’re going to talk nonsense, step back, Peng Sa-reuk.”
“What, I’m just saying he looks weak. You know I always trust our master, don’t I?”
Peng Sa-reuk shrugged and turned his body away.
Hwangbo Jin-hui looked down at Jung I-sin and spoke.
“Your courage is commendable. That you found your way here of your own accord.”
“What kind of nonsense is that? You called us over in the first place. Spreading those filthy rumors on top of it.”
Thump! Whoosh!
At Jung I-sin’s reply, a surge of Qi Aura crashed down all at once.
The classmates who still maintained their formation on either side stomped their feet in unison.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
It was as though they were forcing their master to be shown proper respect, and he couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.
“Are they actually dogs.”
Now Jung I-sin understood why Cheonmu Academy had come to be in such a state.
With these kinds of people greeting those who entered the Entrance Examination full of high hopes and ambitions, there was no way the academy could function properly.
He wanted to throw them all out of Cheonmu Academy.
Of course, that wasn’t possible right now. There were other matters he needed to attend to first.
Jung I-sin looked at Hwangbo Jin-hui and stated his reason for coming.
“Let’s be frank. I have no interest whatsoever in the Yongbong Association, so lose any interest in me. And stop having your people spread strange rumors about it.”
“You’ve got more nerve than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
Hwangbo Jin-hui, who had been wearing a thin smile, suddenly stopped smiling and turned serious.
“But.”
“…….”
“If you tell me to do something, must I do it?”
Jung I-sin nodded.
“That much is true. But then conversely—if you tell me to come under you, must I obey?”
At those words turned back on him, Hwangbo Jin-hui’s smile deepened.
He slowly raised his hand and pointed—once at himself, once at Jung I-sin.
“You must. I’m here, and you’re there.”
Jung I-sin clapped his hands and turned his body. He walked toward the main gate with perfect ease.
“Your way of thinking is remarkable. Now I can see exactly who Hwangbo Yeon-geol learned from!”
“Stop.”
“I’m walking out right now to report this to the magistrate’s office. You’ve committed the Crime of Insulting the Royal Family, no question. And sitting in that chair is far too lenient.”
“For a madman, the rod is an eternal remedy. Once the medicine takes effect, we can talk.”
“Our conversation will continue…….”
As he answered casually and had made it halfway down the corridor, flows of power began surging from all directions.
The Qi Aura was flagrant enough to make his brow furrow involuntarily.
He glanced back just in time to see Hwangbo Jin-hui lower the hand he had held high, now pointing it straight at him.
“Begin.”
The lightning I carry within is far too strong
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