The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 339

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Chapter 339. Take Care of Yourselves

 

 

Swish!

The blade cut through the air as it passed.

The blade wind that followed swept through violently.

The movement of the blade dancing through the air was both majestic and beautiful.

“Phew.”

Gwan Ha-gyeong, who had executed all his forms, let out a deep sigh.

Nearly half a year had passed since coming to Sanwol Demon Forest.

This place was truly insane.

However.

He had grown that much stronger.

Having experienced countless real battles.

Moreover, the pressure for results coming from above had been tremendous lately.

“Hundred Flower Purple Light Grass.”

What was so special about that damn weed that they kept throwing martial artists’ lives at it?

“What are you doing?”

At the sudden voice, Gwan Ha-gyeong’s head turned in that direction.

“Squad Leader?”

It was Pung Geon, the squad leader of the Demon Suppression Corps Black Unit Second Group.

“It’s our turn to go out tomorrow. Don’t waste your energy on useless things and go to sleep.”

He spat out the words and turned around.

Gwan Ha-gyeong smiled broadly.

He spoke like that, but Gwan Ha-gyeong knew he was a warm-hearted person.

Two months ago.

Even then, the squad leader hadn’t abandoned the Maengryong Corps.

That time when they survived thanks to Nam Hwi, that mysterious expert.

Since that day.

At least in Black Unit Second Group, there had been no casualties.

The Demon Suppression Corps and Maengryong Corps.

As trust formed between them, they could watch each other’s backs.

Gwan Ha-gyeong’s eyes turned toward Sanwol Demon Forest.

Tomorrow he would have to enter that place again.

The territories had become completely tangled.

Still, through two months of desperate effort, they had somewhat grasped the new territories.

The reason was laughable.

It wasn’t to reduce casualties among the Demon Suppression Corps and Maengryong Corps.

‘Hundred Flower Purple Light Grass.’

It was to harvest as much of that weed as efficiently as possible.

This time, Gwan Ha-gyeong’s gaze turned toward the direction where Luoyang was located.

Jeongcheon Alliance.

He couldn’t understand what those higher-ups there were thinking.

“Haah…”

That’s why a sigh naturally escaped.

He had to survive tomorrow again.

And then he would become even stronger.

Before putting it in the scabbard, Gwan Ha-gyeong lifted his blade to examine it.

Blue energy rippled across it.

Blade energy incomparable to two months ago.

In that time, Gwan Ha-gyeong had become unrecognizably strong.

‘Could I become at least as strong as that person?’

He couldn’t forget that sword filled with sword energy he had seen that day.

Gwan Ha-gyeong’s goal was blade energy that could rival that sword energy.

He put the blade in its scabbard.

And walked toward his dormitory.

 

***

 

It was the morning of the last day of the eighth month.

The final day of this month.

It was a meaningful day.

Because it was the last day of the break period.

Tomorrow would be the first day of the ninth month.

The beginning of Gyoryong Hall’s second semester.

Gyoryong Hall, which had seemed empty, had been gradually filling with people over the past few days.

Now it was bustling.

Because all the cadets had returned to start the second semester.

The five members of Maengryong Corps Seventh Group gathered and looked at each other.

“They’re not here?”

Nak U-jin nodded at Dang Jin-san’s question.

“They’re not here.”

“S-Senior!”

Then they saw Eun Hwa-ryang running toward them in a hurry.

Eun Hwa-ryang and four others had spent their break period cultivating at Gyoryong Hall.

“Th-that is…”

He hesitated, unable to get the words out.

“What’s wrong?”

Dan Mok Un-rae asked.

“By-Byeok I-gyeom…”

The moment that name came up, all five people’s gazes focused on Eun Hwa-ryang.

It was the name of one of the attendants who would serve them during the second semester starting tomorrow.

“H-he was seriously injured while cultivating at his sect…”

When the story reached that point.

“Huh?”

Dang Jin-san let out a hollow laugh with a dumbfounded expression.

“Then I suppose the other four are injured too?”

It was a question that seemed to guess the answer.

“Th-that is… I heard Cheol Ryeong, Gong Gu-pae, and Hwa Bo-myeong have the same reason, but there’s no news about Tak Mu-jeon.”

Bitter smiles appeared on the lips of the five Maengryong Corps members.

Who would have thought they’d escape this way?

Taking a break from Gyoryong Hall because they needed to recover from injuries.

That was their excuse.

It was a method that cleverly exploited a loophole in their bet.

They had only said they wouldn’t withdraw from the academy, but there were no provisions about resting due to injuries or illness.

“How utterly cunning.”

Nak U-jin muttered as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Truly a petty action befitting a great sect.”

Yeon Ha-min spoke in a cold voice.

Within it was a subtle anger.

Those bastards who had looked at her as if toying with her.

She had intended to properly work them over, but they ran away with such ridiculous excuses.

Injured during training at their own sect. Everyone knew that was absolutely impossible.

It was just an excuse to avoid returning to Gyoryong Hall because they didn’t want to honor the terms of their lost bet.

Since they couldn’t completely ignore the agreement made on their honor, they had petty and cleverly exploited a loophole in the terms.

“Please exclude Ice Heaven Palace from those petty great sects.”

A clear voice suddenly rang out.

It was Han Seol-bing.

“I-Instructor Han!”

The cadets were startled.

They had to be.

Han Seol-bing’s sect was Ice Heaven Palace, the same as Tak Mu-jeon’s sect.

“Tak Mu-jeon is currently imprisoned for being involved in treason. That’s why he couldn’t come.”

Han Seol-bing spoke with a bright smile.

However, the content was quite serious.

Treason.

Had such a thing happened at Ice Heaven Palace?

The cadets now realized why she had suddenly disappeared during the break period.

A small boy caught their attention as they looked at her.

“Huh? Who is this child?”

The first to notice was Dan Mok Un-rae, who had a younger sibling of similar age.

“Ah, introduce yourself. This is my disciple. His name is Im Jang-mu. He’s eleven years old. He’s also the younger brother of Waryong Corps cadet Im Dae-chi.”

At Han Seol-bing’s introduction, the cadets’ eyes widened.

Eleven years old.

Im Dae-chi’s younger brother.

Han Seol-bing’s disciple.

Each was surprised by their own thoughts.

“N-nice to meet you. I’m Im Jang-mu.”

He bowed politely with proper etiquette, cupping his fists.

The sight was so adorable.

“Oh, yes. We look forward to working with you too.”

Yeon Ha-min was the first to come to her senses and return the greeting.

“It’s just one day of rest. Spend it well.”

She remembered Ha Mu-baek’s words that the last day of the break period would be given to Maengryong Corps as a rest day.

Han Seol-bing had arrived in Muchang last night, spent the night at an inn, and had just entered Gyoryong Hall.

Han Seol-bing also moved busily to handle the matters ahead.

After she left.

The five members of Maengryong Corps Seventh Group and the two from Twentieth Group looked at each other.

“Right. Let’s rest today. Rest. Tomorrow we start again.”

Dang Jin-san said this and was the first to leave.

And the others began to leave one by one as well.

Eun Hwa-ryang was left alone.

He soon came to his senses and ran toward the Waryong Corps.

He had to inform Im Dae-chi.

That his younger brother had come to Gyoryong Hall as Instructor Han Seol-bing’s disciple.

 

***

 

Dang Jin-san.

He left Gyoryong Hall.

Since it was still the break period until today, there were no restrictions on going out.

The direction he walked leisurely toward was Muchang’s entertainment district.

Come to think of it, how long had it been since he visited such a place?

It seemed like the first time since coming to Muchang.

When it came to the entertainment district in the capital city, he could clearly remember even the appearance of dogs wandering the streets.

Seongdo Hwahwa Prince.

Though it was a nickname given to him when he went astray after hitting the wall of talent limitations.

Dang Jin-san had also enjoyed entertainment to some extent.

That’s why he had chosen entertainment as an escape from the wall of talent.

The arduous training during the break period.

After breaking through the wall of talent that had been blocked, it reminded him of the entertainment he had forgotten.

And today, when he was completely free.

Just one rest day given during the break period of over two months.

He decided to indulge after a long time and headed to the entertainment district.

Cheongbin Pavilion.

It was a name that didn’t suit a pleasure house at all.

Clean and poor.

Ridiculous.

That gap aroused Dang Jin-san’s interest.

“Shall I try going there?”

So Dang Jin-san visited a pleasure house for the first time in a really long while.

Just as Dang Jin-san was about to step into the entrance of the pleasure house, he muttered as if remembering something.

“I should have brought Un-rae too. That timid guy should experience that such places exist…”

“Young master! Thank you for visiting our Cheongbin Pavilion!”

Dang Jin-san’s muttering stopped at the loud greeting.

And he was led inside just like that.

What kind of concept was this?

True to the name, their attire was modest.

The martial artists stationed inside to prepare for unruly customers.

The shopkeepers too.

And even the courtesans.

They wore clothes that were not flashy but elegant and calm, made of fabric that looked cheap at first glance.

“What exactly is this place?”

Dang Jin-san asked the courtesan who was pouring alcohol into his cup.

“Hoho. We opened recently.”

“Can you make money doing business like this?”

When Dang Jin-san asked curiously.

“Of course. Our competitive advantage is our prices more than anything else.”

Dang Jin-san nodded.

The price the shopkeeper had quoted was about one-third of what he regularly paid at pleasure houses in Sichuan.

What kind of pleasure house was this trying to be?

He was curious, but his thoughts didn’t continue further.

The beauty of the courtesan sitting beside him wasn’t lacking, and she had quite entertaining conversational skills.

Dang Jin-san enjoyed the present moment.

 

“Dang Jin-san. An interesting fellow has come.”

At his subordinate’s report, the Cheongbin Pavilion Master spoke with apparent interest.

“Do you think there’s anything to find out?”

“Well. There probably won’t be anything beyond the information already circulated within Gyoryong Hall. Make sure not to cause any unnecessary trouble.”

“Understood.”

At the pavilion master’s decision, the subordinate quietly bowed his head and withdrew.

 

***

 

Maengryong Corps 7th Division Training Ground.

Dan Mok Un-rae stood holding his sword.

A rest day?

There could be no such thing as rest in training.

He would simply continue steadily advancing day by day.

That’s why Dan Mok Un-rae practiced his family’s internal energy mind technique and sword techniques.

He built up internal energy while practicing the Void Vast Heart Method, and unleashed the Eighty-One Style Milky Way Phantom Sword Technique with full power.

The empty training ground made it even better.

Swinging his sword alone and working up a sweat felt incredibly refreshing.

Looking up at the sky, it was still morning.

“Good. I can train to my heart’s content today.”

In truth, he had lacked time for personal training due to the Maengryong Corps’ group training sessions.

Though he trained alone every day, there were times when the insufficient time had been frustrating.

To be able to spend an entire day just for himself like this.

It was endlessly delightful.

A pleasant smile formed on Dan Mok Un-rae’s lips and showed no signs of fading.

“Until I go home for dinner. I’ll train with maximum concentration.”

Dan Mok Un-rae spoke as if making a promise to himself.

He sat cross-legged again and immersed himself in the Void Vast Heart Method.

After completing one circulation and opening his eyes, Dan Mok Un-rae picked up his sword.

Starting from the basic forms, his sword began to move.

Not forgetting the mysteries of the Void Vast Heart Method, he concentrated on his sword movements.

The energy flowing through his entire body connected and flowed out through his sword.

Dan Mok Un-rae’s sword glowed softly as it moved according to the sword paths of the Eighty-One Style Milky Way Phantom Sword Technique.

However, Dan Mok Un-rae was concentrating on his training without even realizing this fact.

 

Baek Ri-pyeong returned to his room in the Maengryong Dormitory.

This sudden complete free time.

He couldn’t decide what to do.

He had already finished today’s training at dawn.

Now should be the time for group training.

He had received notice from Ha Mu-baek yesterday.

Ha Mu-baek had only begun teaching them again with just a few days left before the break period.

Perhaps it was because Instructor Ji Gun-wi’s previous training had been so intense.

He even found Instructor Ha Mu-baek’s training manageable.

On top of that, a full day of complete rest.

He sat slouched in his chair, blankly staring at the ceiling.

“Rest, huh…”

He had never properly rested before.

During last summer’s break period, he had done voluntary training with his fellow cadets.

During the winter break, there had been chaos in his sect.

Doing nothing.

A day to rest without any thoughts.

It was the first time since he had matured.

“What am I supposed to do?”

That’s why he didn’t know.

What he should do.

Actually, since he had the time, he thought about going to the training ground to practice.

But seeing Dan Mok Un-rae’s back as he ran excitedly ahead, he stopped walking.

He knew well how much that guy thirsted for training.

Wondering what the others might be doing, he looked around.

Dang Jin-san seemed to be heading outside Gyoryong Hall with a cheerful expression.

Seeing that expression.

He didn’t particularly want to join him.

He was moving with great expectations about something, and it wouldn’t be right for him to interfere by tagging along.

So the place he eventually headed to was his own dormitory.

“Hmm. I wonder how everyone is doing?”

Zhongnan suddenly came to mind.

Come to think of it, last winter.

After returning to Gyoryong Hall like that, he hadn’t been able to send proper news.

A letter personally sent by the sect leader had also arrived.

Zhongnan had no particular incidents after that chaos of last winter.

So Jung-san, who had become the new sect leader, had managed Zhongnan well and was leading it in the right direction.

‘Chivalry .’

A single character that Baek Ri-pyeong briefly recalled.

They had regained the appearance of a sect befitting that ideal.

Since he had time for once.

He thought it would be good to reply to the sect leader’s letter while sending regards to the people of his sect.

Baek Ri-pyeong gathered his writing materials.

He began grinding ink on the inkstone with great care.

Then Baek Ri-pyeong’s hand hesitated.

It was because of the content written at the end of the sect leader’s letter.

 

‘Though Zhongnan may not become the strongest sect in the martial world, we will do our best to make it the greatest sect in Gangho when it comes to chivalry. Both I and the next generation’s sect leader will give our all. That way, it won’t be shameful when you become sect leader.’

 

Him becoming sect leader?

That was absurd.

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