The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 283

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Chapter 283. You Must Know

 

 

A small thatched hut atop the sheer cliff of Hyeongsan Mountain.

It was so small that only one person could barely live there.

In front of the hut stood a sign written in fierce brushstrokes: “Punishment Hall.”

Mun In-baek-song had climbed up to that hut to meet someone.

“What brings the Military Advisor to such a humble place?”

A beautiful middle-aged woman asked Mun In-baek-song.

Every aspect of her appearance was elegant beyond measure.

However, Mun In-baek-song recognized the anxiety hidden behind that elegance.

“You must know.”

That’s why he said this.

At those words, a bitter smile formed on the middle-aged woman’s lips.

“I heard the Military Advisor has been suffering greatly because of my foolish daughter.”

Though it was called the Punishment Hall, there was a maid who came and went daily. Through that maid, she had been hearing news of the Sahae Alliance.

“How must you feel as her mother?”

Mun In-baek-song answered calmly.

She probably wanted to rush out right now. She must be desperately suppressing that feeling.

It was only natural.

How could she remain still when her daughter was being pursued by Shaolin Monks?

“I came with the Alliance Leader’s permission.”

At Mun In-baek-song’s words, the middle-aged woman’s eyes widened.

“What do you…”

“He has decided to lift the prohibition placed upon you.”

Though Mun In-baek-song’s words were calm, the middle-aged woman’s eyes trembled finely as she heard them.

“Ah…”

Her voice trembled too.

“You must have wanted to burst out of this place immediately.”

At Mun In-baek-song’s words, she nodded.

Her eyes were tinged with red.

How could it not be so?

She had been continuously hearing stories about her daughter, Gongya Hwi-yeon.

She truly wanted to run, no, fly to that place immediately.

But she couldn’t.

She had to desperately suppress that feeling somehow.

Because she was a criminal.

Because she was bound by the prohibition against leaving the Sahae Alliance.

At that time.

If she hadn’t delayed her steps due to personal matters.

The Sahae Alliance wouldn’t have suffered such a blow from the Blood Cult.

It was clearly her fault.

The punishment given to her was confinement to the Punishment Hall.

A prohibition.

Even though they were at war.

It was an excessive punishment that wasted military strength.

Even though the Sahae Alliance had suffered tremendous damage at the time.

Thanks to her late arrival, they had somehow managed to salvage the situation.

Nevertheless, there was one reason she received such punishment.

Gongya Jeong-mun.

Because her husband, the son of Sahae Alliance Leader Gong Ya-jang-cheon, had strongly advocated for severe punishment.

Muk Nan-hwa, Woomun Ga-yul of the Gwancheon Sahwa-gung, disappeared like that.

She who had once been one of the Six Flowers of Gangho and the greatest archer of the evil faction was forgotten from Gangho due to a single mistake.

But now, that prohibition was being lifted.

“The Alliance Leader also wanted to rush out immediately. I had a hard time stopping him. Currently, there are no masters in the alliance who can enter orthodox faction territory without leaving traces.”

In Gongya Hwi-yeon’s current situation, they couldn’t send just anyone.

They needed to send a master of sufficient skill.

The problem was that masters of such skill couldn’t avoid the eyes of the Jeongcheon Alliance.

They would be watching all movements of such masters.

Guardians or elders of the Sahae Alliance level would need to move.

But if such people entered orthodox faction territory without reason.

They would only draw the attention of the Jeongcheon Alliance wondering what was happening.

So they needed to enter without being noticed.

But there was no one who could do that.

Except for her, who was practically under house arrest in the Sahae Alliance.

Nearly twenty years had passed since she disappeared.

Naturally, she had been forgotten by the orthodox factions as well.

Moreover, she was also excellent at lightness skill and stealth.

She had been among the best in the Sahae Alliance at the time.

In the end, she was the right person for the job.

Mun In-baek-song had persuaded Gong Ya-jang-cheon with such logic.

However.

She soon lowered her eyes.

“What did… my husband say?”

It was a cautious question.

To that question, Mun In-baek-song couldn’t give any answer.

In fact, he hadn’t informed him of this decision yet.

Woomun Ga-yul, who realized this fact from Mun In-baek-song’s reaction, still kept her eyes lowered.

And she said nothing at all.

Mun In-baek-song was frustrated.

He couldn’t show it, but he was truly at his wit’s end.

‘Damn petty bastard. Pathetic fool. Stupid guy who’s not even a man.’

Grind.

His teeth clenched.

Gongya Jeong-mun, the cause of all this trouble.

Mun In-baek-song was pouring out all kinds of curses toward him.

The person who spoke most harshly about Woomun Ga-yul’s punishment was her husband, Gongya Jeong-mun.

The reason wasn’t anything else.

It was the result of inferiority complex and jealousy toward his wife.

Gongya Jeong-mun had been commanding the military force that suffered massive damage at the time.

Though Woomun Ga-yul’s joining was delayed, it was also because he had been led into the enemy’s trap.

It was Woomun Ga-yul, who arrived late, who barely managed to salvage the remaining personnel after escaping that trap.

All those circumstances had caused Gongya Jeong-mun’s inferiority complex to explode.

She, who had been greatly shocked by her husband’s inferiority complex, jealousy, and anger toward her.

Had entered this Punishment Hall without saying anything about the punishment decided by the Sahae Alliance.

With her skills, she could escape from such a small hut anytime.

In fact, there was no one to stop her from leaving.

Gongya Jang-cheon as well.

He knew all the facts.

He had come here several times, saying he would lift the prohibition and telling her to just come down.

Nevertheless, she remained confined here of her own will.

While refusing to have the prohibition lifted.

There was only one person who could release Woomun Ga-yul from her self-imposed bondage.

The person who had made her bind herself in the first place.

Gongya Jeong-mun.

The reason Woomun Ga-yul was surprised to hear the prohibition was lifted was simple.

The prohibition had been lifted regardless of her own will.

Until now, even though her father-in-law Gongya Jang-cheon could lift the prohibition, he had respected her refusal and hadn’t lifted it.

But she also felt fortunate that the prohibition was lifted.

Though her husband still regarded her with suspicion.

At least now she had justification to rush to her daughter.

“Madam. Could you not think of it as a temporary suspension of the prohibition?”

Mun In-baek-song spoke in an earnest tone.

Then he knelt down.

Woomun Ga-yul was startled.

By the sudden action of the Sahae Alliance’s Military Advisor.

“Please save the Alliance Leader’s granddaughter… that child who is like my disciple… your daughter…”

Woomun Ga-yul’s face trembled finely.

Her eyes turned red.

Mun In-baek-song had removed her last hesitation.

Mun In-baek-song had pushed her back as she hesitated whether to take a step forward.

Hadn’t the Sahae Alliance’s Military Advisor even knelt down?

“Where is that child?”

Had she made her decision?

Woomun Ga-yul asked in a tearful voice.

“Near Moklan Mountain was the last news.”

Then he carefully explained everything he knew.

“I understand.”

Woomun Ga-yul rose to her feet.

“Ah, the Four Days Thunder Bow was taken by that child…”

Mun In-baek-song spoke as if remembering.

“What does it matter what weapon? A sinner doesn’t choose their weapons.”

Mun In-baek-song bowed his head deeply.

“Then I shall go and return.”

With those words, her body movement disappeared.

 

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The Shaolin Monks entered a small village.

They continued their inquiries here as well, but there was no gain.

The traces were almost completely cut off.

There were certainly traces of entering this village, but.

“Amitabha. This is difficult, so difficult.”

Yeon-jin muttered as if troubled.

The villagers were cooperative with the monks from Shaolin Temple.

Naturally so.

They were famous monks from Shaolin Temple, distinguished figures not easily met in this small village.

It was clear they wanted to tell everything they knew somehow.

Still, there was no gain.

“Sigh.”

Yeon-jin let out a sigh.

They decided to stay in this village for the night.

After ordering his disciples to rest, Yeon-jin moved to look around the village.

Just in case.

Hang San was also exhausted to the limit.

She was a clever girl.

Thanks to that, finding traces was far too difficult.

He was worried about how they would find traces next.

“Excuse me, Uncle Hang San.”

While everyone was settling down to rest.

Myo Jin, a third-generation disciple brought along for odd jobs, approached Hang San with a face full of curiosity.

“What is it?”

“Well, is the Four Days Thunder Bow really such an amazing divine weapon?”

A very cautious question. It seemed that name had spread among the disciples during the pursuit.

At his junior’s question, Hang San frowned.

Such curiosity in this critical situation.

“Ah, right. What kind of weapon is that exactly?”

Senior Brother Hang O, who was resting nearby, also showed curiosity.

In fact, few knew about the Four Days Thunder Bow.

Hang San was the strange one.

He had learned about it while studying martial history.

Because it was now a forgotten weapon.

Over ten years ago.

When the female master who had made her name known throughout the world with the Four Days Thunder Bow disappeared, it had passed into the hands of the Four Seas Alliance Leader.

Since even his senior brother was asking, Hang San couldn’t just keep his mouth shut.

“It was the exclusive weapon of the Evil Faction’s First Bow School. One of the Ten Evil Weapons.”

The eyes of the surrounding Shaolin Monks lit up.

Though they were monks who had taken refuge in Buddhism, they were young men and martial artists.

They couldn’t help but be curious about the legends of Gangho.

“I heard it’s a bow that shows different aspects depending on the user’s level. The weapon itself possesses a malevolent energy that’s difficult to handle. So it’s a bow that not just anyone can use… Gwan-cheon-sa-hwa-gung Woomun Ga-yul. She could handle it freely. When her archery combined with the Four Days Thunder Bow, she could easily take on a hundred, no, a thousand enemies.”

A long, long explanation.

Not one person lost interest.

“In the early stages of the war with the Blood Cult, she alone showed power equivalent to an entire military unit.”

“I’m hearing about this person for the first time?”

Hang O tilted his head.

It was natural.

She was a forgotten person.

Thirteen years, no, now fourteen years had passed since she disappeared.

It was time for her to gradually fade from memory.

Especially among martial artists of his own generation.

He himself would not have known the name if not for the history books in the Sutra Repository.

Who would show interest in such old-fashioned books?

“Because the Sahae Alliance erased her. She committed a great sin and disappeared according to that sin.”

There were several such figures.

‘Even in our Shaolin right now…’

Having thought that far, Hang San stopped his thoughts.

That part was forbidden even to think about.

No, most disciples of his generation or lower generations probably wouldn’t know at all.

He only knew because he had searched through and read all the martial history books in the Sutra Repository.

“Anyway, because of that, the owner of the Four-One Thunder Bow has been the Four Seas Alliance Leader since thirty-four years ago. We presume it has now appeared in the world.”

Hang San finished his explanation.

The young Shaolin monks each fell into their own thoughts.

Though they were monks, it was a story involving a legendary weapon of the martial world.

“Everyone come this way!”

At that moment.

Yeon-jin’s Lion’s Roar was heard.

The resting Shaolin monks moved hastily.

The place they quickly moved to and gathered was a well at the village outskirts.

A dried well that had been covered and sealed.

Yeon-jin stood there with a serious expression.

“Wait. Everyone stop.”

When they approached within five zhang of the well, Yeon-jin spoke urgently.

The Shaolin monks stopped in place.

“Master Uncle. What is the matter?”

Hang San stepped forward and asked.

“I see evil energy from this place.”

Yeon-jin was currently operating the Prajna Bodhi Mind Eye.

With those eyes, he could see evil energy faintly seeping out from the dried well.

At those words, the Shaolin monks looked at the well with tense expressions.

Someone might be hiding inside that well.

It was likely the very villain they had been tracking.

“Hang O. Examine the surroundings.”

Yeon-jin’s command.

Hang O immediately examined the area around the well.

He was checking if any traces of the villain remained.

The completely dried well.

Naturally, the villagers wouldn’t come here often.

There weren’t many human traces around the well.

Yeon-jin’s footprints and traces that appeared to be from several children.

And.

“It seems they came here.”

A woman’s footprints were visible.

Ordinary footprints of someone without internal energy.

But they were exactly the footprints they had been pursuing.

Hang O spoke toward Yeon-jin.

“They were here.”

Yeon-jin nodded.

And glared at the well.

“However.”

Hang O’s words continued.

“There are also traces of departure from this place.”

“What’s the possibility it’s a ploy to lure us in?”

Yeon-jin asked.

Hang O wasn’t certain.

“I cannot tell.”

Yeon-jin nodded.

At his gesture, the Shaolin monks who had approached the well surrounded it in a circle.

“Open it.”

Yeon-jin commanded while drawing up his internal energy in preparation for any situation.

Two junior Shaolin monks carefully approached the well’s cover.

“Stop. That’s far enough. Halt.”

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out from midair.

Ha Mu-baek stepped on the air and slowly descended.

Ha Mu-baek, who landed right beside the well, thus positioned himself in the center of the Shaolin monks’ encirclement.

“Amitabha. Benefactor Ha. What brings you here so suddenly?”

Ha Mu-baek smiled broadly.

“I also have business with this well here.”

Yeon-jin frowned.

“Benefactor Ha…”

“What’s wrong?”

Ha Mu-baek looked steadily at Yeon-jin.

‘She’s not here.’

That was fortunate.

When he spread his ki sense around this area, Gongya Hwi-yeon wasn’t there.

Inside the well was only one object.

That was exactly the presence Ha Mu-baek had sensed with his ki.

He had hurried here wondering if she might be there with that object.

But she wasn’t there.

As expected, she was moving cleverly.

“Your interference with our work amounts to helping the evil faction, do you realize?”

His voice was full of dissatisfaction.

At those words, Ha Mu-baek raised his right hand.

And.

Crack!

He struck the well’s cover directly.

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