The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 278

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Chapter 278. Just Return Home

 

 

Gongya Hwi-yeon looked at Ha Mu-baek with eyes full of questions.

She didn’t understand why she needed to remove the Seven Color Seal Transformation right now.

She had done as instructed, swept up in Ha Mu-baek’s momentum, but.

“What was the reason for using the Seven Color Seal Transformation in the first place?”

What came back was Ha Mu-baek’s question.

“Well… I had to hide being from the evil faction, and also…”

“And you had to avoid tracking from the Sahae Alliance?”

Gongya Hwi-yeon nodded her head.

“You had to hide being from the evil faction.”

Ha Mu-baek continued speaking.

“Because Shaolin monks have entered Muchang.”

“Hup.”

Gongya Hwi-yeon was startled.

Because she was from the evil faction.

Because she was the Four Seas Alliance Leader’s granddaughter.

She knew.

How much Shaolin Temple antagonized the evil faction.

Why had they suddenly come to Muchang.

It couldn’t be because of her.

No one knew her true identity.

Even that Ha Mu-baek hadn’t known her identity before she removed the Seven Color Seal Transformation.

“I’m not on bad terms with the evil faction side.”

At Ha Mu-baek’s words, Gongya Hwi-yeon’s gaze turned to him again.

“So it seems the Four Seas Alliance Leader sent someone to ask for help finding his granddaughter who he absolutely couldn’t locate. To me. To Muchang.”

At those words, Gongya Hwi-yeon’s eyes trembled finely.

In the end, it was because of her.

“What will you do?”

Ha Mu-baek’s question.

Her gaze turned to the ground.

“With the Seven Color Seal Transformation, the Shaolin monks won’t be able to find you either. However…”

Ha Mu-baek’s gaze turned to her bow.

The Four-One Thunder Bow.

It seemed no one had recognized it due to its ordinary appearance.

But it was one of the Ten Evil Weapons.

Ten divine weapons representing the evil faction.

As such, the evil energy the weapon itself possessed was considerable.

The Shaolin monks wouldn’t miss that.

The Prajna Bodhi Mind Eye they practiced.

It was a troublesome eye technique.

When fighting alongside them against the Demon Cult and Blood Cult, it had been quite a convenient eye technique.

‘Who came would be important.’

Depending on the level of the Prajna Bodhi Mind Eye, they might or might not recognize the Four-One Thunder Bow.

“They can recognize this?”

Following Ha Mu-baek’s gaze and seeing her own Four-One Thunder Bow, Gongya Hwi-yeon was startled.

Its appearance was truly that of an ordinary bow.

Based on appearance alone, it was absolutely impossible to recognize.

No, it had been amazing that Ha Mu-baek recognized it in the first place.

But because it was Ha Mu-baek, she had just accepted it.

But other people…

“The Prajna Bodhi Mind Eye. You must have heard of it?”

Only then did Gongya Hwi-yeon open her mouth and nod her head.

“What will you do?”

Ha Mu-baek asked again.

Only then did Gongya Hwi-yeon’s face harden seriously.

A face full of worry.

“Would… would they recognize this immediately?”

Gongya Hwi-yeon asked cautiously.

Ha Mu-baek silently nodded his head.

“Whew.”

Gongya Hwi-yeon let out a deep sigh.

“I’ll leave for a while.”

“The Maengryong Corps has no leave periods.”

Ha Mu-baek’s response came back.

Then what was she supposed to do…

“So you’d have to withdraw from the corps.”

She didn’t want that.

That expression immediately appeared on Gongya Hwi-yeon’s face.

Ha Mu-baek was thinking it would be best if she returned to the Sahae Alliance this way.

“I’m going to win the Eastern Tournament too.”

At her answer, Ha Mu-baek frowned.

“If you use internal energy in the Eastern Tournament, then there will be many who recognize you’re from the evil faction?”

Gongya Hwi-yeon slightly averted her gaze.

“And with your skills, you absolutely can’t win.”

Ha Mu-baek spoke definitively.

Her gaze turned back toward Ha Mu-baek.

There was Namgung Hu who had reached the pinnacle realm.

If he participated, naturally the victory would be his.

It might change depending on the future progress of other Maengryong Corps cadets.

But at least it wouldn’t be Gongya Hwi-yeon.

“So. Just return home.”

Ha Mu-baek spoke definitively.

The conviction of the greatest under heaven.

If it had been her until now, she would have believed that conviction and given up.

To her, the greatest under heaven was that kind of existence.

But the overly strong conviction instead sparked rebellious feelings.

“I’ll be away for a while.”

Gongya Hwi-yeon bowed her head and immediately gathered her luggage and disappeared.

Ha Mu-baek watched her figure and let out a low sigh.

“Ha- Damn. None of these guys listen obediently.”

A complaint.

Still, it couldn’t be helped.

Since she said she wouldn’t withdraw from the corps.

In the end, that girl was also his cadet.

Since he was training the entire Maengryong Corps, all of Maengryong Corps were essentially his cadets now.

“How bothersome. Tsk.”

 

***

 

From Moklan Mountain to Muchang was roughly one hundred eighty li.

It was a distance that required three hours of swift, non-stop travel.

Peng Do-yul rode his horse at full speed.

He arrived at Muchang like this.

It was around afternoon.

The horse was breathing roughly as if it would collapse at any moment.

Peng Do-yul left his horse and hurried his steps.

His destination was naturally Darim Tea House.

If Shaolin Monks had come to Muchang, it was obvious they would stay there.

However, there were no Shaolin Monks there.

Only Gong Ji-deok, the Lu-ju of the tea house, greeted Peng Do-yul.

“What brings Peng Gwan-ju to this humble tea house?”

“I heard that guests from Shaolin had come, so I came looking.”

“My master uncle and senior brothers are out touring Muchang.”

Peng Do-yul’s eyes gleamed at Gong Ji-deok’s answer.

It seemed things hadn’t gone too wrong yet.

“Then I shall visit again later.”

“I apologize for making you come for nothing, Academy Director. I’ll convey your message when master uncle returns.”

With no real gain, Peng Do-yul left Darim Tea House.

However, it wasn’t completely without gain.

‘Since Lu-ju Gong called him master uncle, he’s from the Yeon generation. And they haven’t found him yet.’

If they had found him, there would be no reason to be touring Muchang now.

‘They’ll come looking for me soon.’

It was a natural sequence of thought.

They had come to Muchang looking for a demonic sect warrior.

He didn’t know where they got their information, but he was the one who had met the warrior who came as a messenger from the demonic sect.

Therefore, if they couldn’t find him in Muchang, they would naturally come looking for him.

‘They said they arrived yesterday. It’ll probably be tomorrow.’

With his mind firmly prepared, Peng Do-yul returned to Gyoryong Hall.

 

***

 

The cadets who had departed early in the morning could only enter Muchang late at night.

The Shaolin Monks were still touring various parts of Muchang until then.

While operating their Prajna Bodhi Mind Eye.

Thanks to this, they were becoming exhausted one by one.

Operating an eye technique that used internal energy all day was no ordinary task.

They had searched through every corner of the slums, but today yielded no results either.

On their way back to Darim Tea House like this.

They encountered cadets trudging toward Gyoryong Hall.

“Hm?”

The Shaolin Monks looked at them indifferently.

Among them, Yeon-jin tilted his head.

His eyes, still operating the Eye Technique, saw faint traces of demonic energy.

Faint demonic energy was flowing from the bodies of several cadets.

It was weak demonic energy that seemed ready to disappear.

That wasn’t demonic energy flowing from the cadets themselves.

They had picked it up from somewhere.

Yeon-jin stopped walking.

“Why are you doing that, master uncle?”

At his disciples’ question.

“I think I’ve found a clue.”

It wasn’t visible to the disciples whose Prajna Bodhi Mind Eye was at a lower level.

Only Yeon-jin’s eyes could see it.

Yeon-jin strode toward the cadets.

The cadets flinched at the sudden movement of the monks approaching them.

The instructors leading them stepped forward.

“Where might you esteemed ones be from?”

It was an instructor from Jamryong Corps.

“Amitabha. This humble monk is called Yeon-jin of Shaolin.”

The Jamryong Corps instructor was startled at Yeon-jin’s polite introduction.

He too was from one of the Nine Sects and One Alliance.

Moreover, if he was from Shaolin’s Yeon generation, his seniority was higher.

“A disciple of Jeomchang pays respects to Master Yeon-jin of Shaolin.”

The instructor gave a respectful greeting with a cupped fist salute.

Yeon-jin smiled warmly at this sight.

His mood naturally improved seeing those who would support the orthodox sects in the future.

Along with this, anger also arose.

Demonic energy was clinging to the bodies of the pillars of the orthodox murim.

“But what brings you here, Master…?”

The instructor asked cautiously.

“Amitabha. I saw demonic energy on the bodies of these pillars who will be responsible for murim’s future, so I had no choice but to come.”

The instructor was shocked at Yeon-jin’s words.

Demonic energy?

How could such a thing be on Gyoryong Hall cadets?

These were just returning from taking the Hatuje on Moklan Mountain.

However, Shaolin was unparalleled in detecting demonic energy.

Moreover, a master of the Yeon generation was speaking with such confident eyes.

“Wh-who is it?”

“Excuse me for a moment.”

Yeon-jin then pointed out several cadets.

The cadets pulled out by Yeon-jin’s hand.

They had something in common.

Namely, they were those who had been eliminated by Gongya Hwi-yeon’s arrows.

Since they were arrows shot with the Four-One Thunder Bow, the demonic energy faintly contained in the arrows remained dimly on the cadets’ bodies.

It was an amount that ordinary Shaolin Monks would never be able to detect.

Yeon-jin had recognized it.

“Might these benefactors have something in common?”

However, that instructor didn’t know.

It was inevitable since cadets from Jamryong Corps, Waryong Corps, and Maengryong Corps were mixed together evenly.

“I’m sorry, Master. These cadets don’t seem to have anything in common…”

“Is that so? Hmm.”

Yeon-jin tilted his head.

Among all these numerous cadets, only about ten had demonic energy on them.

Then there must surely be something these ones alone had in common.

Just by looking at their martial uniforms, one could tell they belonged to different units.

Just as wrinkles were about to form on Yeon-jin’s forehead.

“Um…”

One of the cadets spoke cautiously.

“I don’t know about the others, but the three of us were eliminated after being hit by arrows.”

It was a Jamryong Corps cadet.

At his words, the other cadets’ eyes widened.

Then they began to speak.

“I was also hit by an arrow…”

“Me too…”

As everyone shared their stories, a common thread emerged.

They had all been eliminated after being hit by arrows.

‘Then that arrow must be the problem.’

It was obvious.

“How many contestants used bows?”

Yeon-jin asked the Jamryong Corps instructor.

“There was one. One cadet from Maengryong Corps.”

“Hmm.”

Nothing.

No matter how much he looked, there were no objects imbued with evil energy or people possessing evil energy.

“Is that contestant not here?”

At Yeon-jin’s question, the instructor nodded.

“Yes. He’s this year’s Hatuje winner. Since it took all night and the results only came out at dawn today… He’s scheduled to return tomorrow after a day’s rest near Moklan Mountain where the Hatuje was held.”

“Thank you. Amitabha.”

Yeon-jin, who had put his palms together, withdrew.

The instructor, who had given a cupped fist salute, moved away again with the cadets.

Yeon-jin returned to his disciples.

“We go to Moklan Mountain right now.”

“Understood.”

The Shaolin monks instead came out of Muchang.

‘Maengryong Corps, Maengryong Corps. That’s possible.’

Yeon-jin frowned as he ran toward Moklan Mountain.

Yeon-jin knew well what kind of place Maengryong Corps was.

The meat shield of Sanwol Demon Forest.

As such, Maengryong Corps had no qualification restrictions and anyone could enter.

Even demonic sect members could probably enter without difficulty.

It’s not like there are Shaolin monks at Gyoryong Hall.

There are only one or two Shaolin secular disciples serving as instructors.

They had not learned the Prajna Bodhi Mind Eye.

So they wouldn’t have been able to filter out demonic sect warriors who had learned evil arts.

Still, questions remained.

Why would a demonic sect warrior bother entering Maengryong Corps?

And if evil energy on arrows left traces to this extent, it indicated considerable skill level.

At that level of skill, even without the Prajna Bodhi Mind Eye, one should have been able to sense traces of evil arts or evil energy.

Yet no one knew of that person’s existence.

‘I’ll know when I meet them.’

Yeon-jin tilted his head even while running.

Thinking about it carefully, the Maengryong Corps cadet wasn’t the one they were looking for.

The one they sought was a Sahae Alliance warrior who had visited Gyoryong Hall.

Someone who had even met with the Academy Director.

But a Gyoryong Hall cadet.

‘Perhaps the demonic sect villains have infiltrated more secretly and deeply than expected… Amitabha. Buddha, please look down upon us with compassion.’

 

The Shaolin monks rushing toward Moklan Mountain with their lightness skills deployed.

Hae Pyeong-so watched them from afar.

A group of people running while raising dust clouds.

He couldn’t tell they were Shaolin monks.

They were too far away for that.

However.

The moment he saw them, his spine bristled once again.

‘It was because of those people.’

The warning his intuition had conveyed.

He had discovered the cause of it.

Hae Pyeong-so looked toward Muchang.

It was fine.

His intuition was quiet.

Hae Pyeong-so stealthily approached Muchang.

While concentrating as much as possible on his intuition.

Having cautiously re-entered Muchang, he climbed over the wall of Gyoryong Hall.

Even up to this point, it was fine.

He headed toward the Director’s Pavilion even more carefully.

He happened to see Peng Do-yul taking a walk nearby.

[Academy Director.]

He sent a sound transmission toward him.

Peng Do-yul looked around with a startled expression.

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