The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119. Will You Use Everything?

 

 

The light that enveloped Wi Ji-gun was different from Ha Mu-baek’s.

Unlike Ha Mu-baek, who had been filled with pure white aura, this was a gentle blue light.

The light that had softly wrapped around Wi Ji-gun was slowly drawn into his nostrils.

At the same time, changes occurred in his body.

Unlike Ha Mu-baek, his skin didn’t peel away.

Instead, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out and faded. Since his face had few wrinkles to begin with, he now looked like he could be believed to be middle-aged.

If not for his snow-white hair and beard.

His eyes slowly opened.

“Congratulations, Master.”

“Congratulations, Master!”

Wi Ji-gun gave a gentle smile to Ha Mu-baek and Ha Seol-ran’s greetings.

“I broke through the wall while trying to help with your cultivation. Though I didn’t completely break through. Hehe.”

“Elder. Congratulations on your achievement.”

“Thank you, Instructor Han.”

Wi Ji-gun nodded at Han Seol-bing’s greeting.

“Right. How about you? Did you see the end?”

“Yes. Thanks to Master’s consideration.”

Ha Mu-baek answered with a grin.

Han Seol-bing looked around and said.

“You completely destroyed this place. Is this the extent of Dan-ju’s full power?”

“No. I didn’t use my full power. But I did get a precise understanding of what my full power is.”

Ha Mu-baek answered calmly.

Han Seol-bing looked at him with disbelief.

“How about it? Would you like to try once more?”

Wi Ji-gun asked with a subtle smile.

“No. This is enough now. The sensory discrepancies have all been corrected.”

“Good. Actually, I didn’t want to strain my old body any further either.”

Wi Ji-gun said, tapping his waist with his rejuvenated appearance.

No one believed his words.

“More importantly, how did you get here? What was that about having a feeling?”

Ha Mu-baek’s question was directed at Han Seol-bing and Ha Seol-ran.

“Ran-i said we should go. She said it felt familiar. That we should check it out.”

“Come here and give me your hand.”

At Wi Ji-gun’s words, Ha Seol-ran extended her left wrist.

Wi Ji-gun quietly held her pulse point and closed his eyes.

He examined Ha Seol-ran’s internal condition for a moment.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at Ha Seol-ran with renewed interest.

“You siblings really are…”

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

Ha Seol-ran asked with a slightly frightened expression.

“No, nothing’s wrong. You were born with Ki Sense. It was hidden by the Seven-Tone Severed Meridians until now, but the seed has finally broken its shell and sprouted. I think seeing Mu-baek break through the wall last time was probably the trigger.”

Ha Seol-ran’s eyes widened.

She couldn’t understand what he meant.

“She was born with Ki Sense?”

“It’s a talent similar to your eyes, yet different.”

Wi Ji-gun nodded at Ha Mu-baek’s question.

“If she learns to handle Ki Sense, she’ll probably be able to read a much wider range than you can now.”

Ha Mu-baek’s eyes widened at those words.

That was impossible.

The range Ha Mu-baek could currently detect by extending his Ki Sense was tremendously wide.

From Gyoryong Hall, he could now extend his senses near Dongting Lake.

This was after breaking through the wall, and extending his Ki Sense that far required considerable strain.

But Seol-ran, who had barely learned martial arts, could extend her Ki Sense beyond that range?

Ha Mu-baek found it hard to believe.

He knew well how difficult it was to extend Ki Sense.

“You don’t believe it. Didn’t she read the energy of this place from Gyoryong Hall? And if cases like your eyes exist, why couldn’t cases like Ran-i’s exist?”

Only then did Ha Mu-baek look at his younger sibling with renewed amazement at his Master’s words.

“So, you’re saying that in terms of Ki Sense alone, Ran-i is above Dan-ju?”

Han Seol-bing asked cautiously.

When Ha Mu-baek and Wi Ji-gun nodded simultaneously, Han Seol-bing wore an expression of being too tired to be surprised anymore.

“What exactly am I supposed to do with this…”

A master and disciple who cause earthquakes, and a student with senses that can feel energy across unimaginable distances.

What kind of beings were these three master and disciples?

Indeed, the Central Plains were vast and full of extraordinary people.

No, this elder wasn’t in Bingcheon Palace’s intelligence network at all to begin with.

Neither was Ha Mu-baek, of course.

Was this the underlying strength of the Central Plains?

Was this why Bingcheon Palace had no choice but to remain in Saeoe?

Such complicated thoughts arose in Han Seol-bing’s mind.

The cold, barren, dry, and frozen land of North Sea.

Coming to the fertile Central Plains, she thought.

Bingcheon Palace couldn’t remain only in North Sea forever.

Someday, they would have to advance to at least some corner of the Central Plains.

They called themselves orthodox, joined the Jeongcheon Alliance, and fought two wars.

However, the Baekdo Association kept them in check simply because Bingcheon Palace was a Saeoe sect.

That was why Bingcheon Palace joined as one pillar of the Eight Rising Sects.

“Why are you suddenly so serious?”

Ha Mu-baek lightly tapped Han Seol-bing’s shoulder.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Han Seol-bing shook her head vigorously.

“Now, let’s head back.”

At Wi Ji-gun’s words, Ha Mu-baek carried Ha Seol-ran on his back.

 

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“It seems to be over now.”

Beom Il-so muttered, relaxing his frowning expression.

What on earth was that?

His expression wasn’t pleasant, covered in dust.

An abandoned estate at the outskirts of Muchang Castle.

Beom Il-so’s arrival here was by chance.

After his absurd defeat, he had wandered around Muchang Castle in a daze, walking wherever his feet took him, and arrived at this place.

Though it was no different from a ruin with an eerie atmosphere, Beom Il-so entered as if drawn in.

He wasn’t afraid of places like this.

It was because of his childhood experiences.

In the cold winter, such abandoned houses were much warmer shelters than the empty streets with nothing.

To avoid freezing to death, he couldn’t afford to be picky about abandoned houses or anything else.

Others might call this an eerie and unpleasant abandoned manor, but Beom Il-so somehow felt warmth in this place.

After drawing his sword and performing a sword dance, he regained his composure to some extent.

Training alone here late at night had become his routine since returning from the Thousand Sword Sect.

Since he was sneaking out of Gyoryong Hall without a pass, he mainly wore plain clothes and found various routes to avoid the eyes of Gyoryong Hall people.

Among them, the path he discovered around the beginning of the second half of the year was one that passed through a cheap entertainment district.

That place was mixed with all kinds of people, making it easy to deceive people’s eyes, so he mainly used that route afterward.

Even on days like today when he properly received a pass and wore his official uniform, it was the same.

He was deeply absorbed in training when sudden ground vibrations caused dust to fly from various parts of the manor’s buildings that seemed ready to collapse.

Since he couldn’t properly perform his directional steps, he temporarily stopped his cultivation.

It seemed midnight wasn’t far off.

Regrettably, he had to return.

So he was annoyed by the earthquake-like vibration from earlier.

To think it wasted his precious training time.

This was the troublesome thing about receiving a pass.

Because they would record any student who didn’t return by midnight.

It would be different if he had gone out with an instructor without a pass.

But since he had received a pass, there was a record.

“Does it matter? Since I’m already marked as unreliable by my senior brother, should I go all the way and not return at all?”

He muttered while feeling a strong temptation.

Showing an unreliable appearance in front while secretly training with all his might like this.

This was Beom Il-so.

It hadn’t been long since he became like this.

After Hatuje.

After losing to Maengryong Corps and losing to Dan Mok Un-rae, when he returned to his sect, the humiliation was indescribable.

Everyone looked at him with contemptuous eyes.

That’s when he realized.

That no matter how diligently one lives, a single failure can make you fall into the abyss.

For the ridiculous reason of betraying expectations.

Then he would rather make them not expect anything from the beginning.

He made up his mind.

And he began living like he does now.

“Dan Mok Un-rae. This time will be different. Baek Ri-pyeong, you too.”

Beom Il-so’s eyes gleamed.

Was it because he met them today? He burned with even more fighting spirit.

And that night.

Beom Il-so did not return.

 

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Kikikikiking! Kuaaang!

Complex mechanical devices turned with loud noises.

Because they turned without rest, the black iron door of the secret vault glowed red hot.

Around that time, the movement of the mechanical devices stopped.

Gung Do-hyeok approached that direction and examined the condition of the door.

“Damn thing is solid.”

Gung Do-hyeok finally found a spot to drill a hole.

And he brought equipment here and began working.

Because it was a secret vault, not just anyone could enter.

In the end, he was moving, assembling, and using the equipment alone.

Using equipment normally used when installing giant mechanisms, he was trying to make a hole in the secret vault’s door.

It was extremely precise work.

Even a slight deviation in direction could activate the secret vault’s mechanisms.

If that happened, he would just die right here.

Because the entire secret vault would collapse.

He made complex calculations again, confirmed the direction, and operated the device.

Kuaaang.

Once again, a loud noise began to resound.

The atmosphere in Manmulryeon these days was unsettled.

It was because Ryeon-ju was absent, and the Vice Ryeon-ju who was acting in Ryeon-ju’s duties was in that state.

Since he was suddenly doing that in the secret vault, the people of Ryeon couldn’t help but be anxious.

Finally, the Elder Council stepped in.

Elder Council Chief Deung Gun-hyeon came looking for Gung Do-hyeok.

“Vice Ryeon-ju! Come out for a moment!”

Timing it when the loud noise of the running equipment briefly stopped, he unleashed a Lion’s Roar filled with internal energy.

He thought this was the only way Gung Do-hyeok would respond.

“What’s the matter?”

Gung Do-hyeok appeared looking exhausted.

“What on earth is this about? What are you up to! Do you know how anxious the people of Ryeon are!”

Deung Gun-hyeon’s reproachful words.

“I have no choice. My elder brother left important materials inside the secret vault…”

“What do you mean?”

“The metal needed to make a sword I’ve started crafting for a commission from Jeongcheon Alliance is inside the secret chamber of the vault. And that place can only be opened with my elder brother’s blood.”

“What kind of commission is it?”

“There was a commission to make a blade for Alliance Leader So Hwi-ung’s 60th birthday next year.”

It was true.

A commission that came in about two weeks ago.

It was Jeongcheon Alliance Leader’s 60th birthday.

A grand celebration was planned.

A commission to make a special blade as a gift for him had come in recently.

Since there was still time, he was first drawing out the form of the blade.

The material had been decided as ten-thousand-year cold iron.

However, the moment he decided to drill a hole in the secret chamber’s door, he changed the material.

To something that had to be taken from inside the secret chamber.

“Why didn’t you inform the Elder Council about this!”

Deung Gun-hyeon vented his anger.

“Handling that will take a long time. But if I wait for approval after reporting to the Elder Council, I might miss the delivery deadline. With Ryeon-ju also absent, I planned to take measures first and then apply for approval from the Elder Council.”

“Hmm.”

It was a reasonable statement.

Material needed for a special blade to be presented as a gift for Jeongcheon Alliance Leader’s 60th birthday.

The moment he heard those words, there was a material that came to mind in Deung Gun-hyeon’s head.

“Will you use all of it?”

“If I do that, I won’t meet the deadline. I’ll only mix about thirty percent.”

It was an extremely reasonable choice.

If he started smelting now, just melting that thing needed to make one blade would take half a year.

How much more time would tempering require?

“But is it really necessary to use that?”

He said he would only use an amount equivalent to thirty percent of one blade, but it was still precious.

It was a metal that could only be obtained through heavenly fortune.

“It’s Alliance Leader So Hwi-ung’s sixtieth birthday. Naturally, it should be at least that much.”

“Hmm… Still, it’s Ten Thousand Year Old Black Gold Iron…”

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