13 – Episode 13: Baek Cheol-hoon

1.

Nearly a month had passed since then.

“hehehek… hehehek… Eun-ho… Give me your knee as a pillow…”

“Yes, yes.”

After each training session, she would lean on me, sobbing softly.

I could feel the warmth of her body, along with sweat, on my knees, but it was not uncomfortable; rather, it felt pleasant.

Initially, she felt shy about leaning on me, but now it had become a daily routine for her to seek comfort.

Grandmother seemed to approve of the affectionate relationship between us as she diligently followed along.

“We will soon arrive at the Mureum Holy Land.”

In an instant, she had become a 4-star. She still couldn’t believe it herself as she lay on my knees, whispering.

“Considering my age, I reached 3 stars at twelve and heard the sound of being a genius. Until then, mother had expectations of me. In terms of time, reaching 3 stars faster than becoming a Pung-ya Hwa was impressive. However, there was no progress after that. For eight years.”

She buried her face in my chest.

The slightly rough breath tickled me, and to be honest, it felt somewhat tantalizing.

What kind of expression did she have?

“It was a wall. A seemingly insurmountable wall. But now I know. Even excluding the Gihyeol-style, I hadn’t truly put in my best effort.”

Work harder. Become stronger. Such became her new goals.

She couldn’t protect it from the Dragon Sword, nor even from Pung-ya Hwa.

These two incidents had made her stronger.

“But still… that technique is too deceptive.”

“Is that so?”

To briefly explain my main technique, it involved transferring others’ bets for them.

It entailed purifying the toxins within my body and storing clean bets into Dandjeon.

They call it Un Gong. When I break through the “Path” with my technique, the bets are naturally purified and flow into Dandjeon.

Un Gong also requires stamina. However, if I perform the technique on behalf of others, I can store bets without exerting any strength.

“That’s just a comfortable training method as long as it goes to that extent. “How can this technique not be widespread when you can practice your inner strength twice a day with all your strength? The amount of inner strength one can save in a day is like a sufficient amount of exercise for that day. There is a limit for each person, and both inner strength training through acupressure and direct inner strength training can be done in duplicates. After breaking through the road with acupressure, it is possible to train inner strength without consuming stamina. Therefore, if one trains inner strength again by consuming their own stamina after that, the increase in inner strength will double. That’s why I am ignorantly strong only in inner strength.”

“Thanks to Eunho. Thank you.”

“It was Grandmother who trained me, and it was Grandmother who taught me acupressure.”

“My mother-in-law… no, grandmother, of course, I appreciate her. However, preparing acupressure every early morning for me and letting me come back from training and making me serve food… it’s embarrassing as a woman.”

“It’s okay to do that much for a son-in-law. I also…”

“…..?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Eunho, let’s get up.”

“Uh…I don’t want to.”

An unpleasant memory came to mind. He smiled bitterly and stroked the younger’s hair. Then the younger suddenly came down and kissed my belly as if to ease the mood. But when his moist lips touched mine, even though I was a man…I couldn’t help but react.

“My chin… Something is touching it, Eunho.”

“……..”

“…..!”

Even though I couldn’t see it, I could tell from the younger’s flushed face.

“I guess…I’ll go train.”

“…..Y-yes.”

It’s so embarrassing, really… the sudden kiss on the belly is not good.

2.

Mengju sighed and spoke.

“Why do you always fight like that?”

“I didn’t go first because of that bookworm! Didn’t Mengju see it too!”

It’s not mourning… When they show themselves externally in front of everyone, they are all pretty female guards. However, when it comes to discussing the inheritor, they become vicious.

The nerve battle between Pangga and Jegal Se-ga.

The nerve battle between Hwasanpa and Jongnampa.

Derision reigned in the tension between the mudangpa and the sorimsa.

“The annual Alliance Conference will begin in a week,” KimJoo said. “My heart flutters just thinking about the rising sages.”

“Geumjon…” Manju, who had been the most silent, clapped once and gathered everyone’s attention.

Then, he spoke. Just one name.

“Cheonsang Cheonhayuadokjon.”

A silence ensued. The existence of Yakjong is known only to a very few in the Murimmaeng. In the secular world, he is known only as a legendary figure, and even his survival is not widely known.

“Yakjong has responded to my letter.”

“So… what is he saying? That Yakjong…”

PaengOlryong, who had nearly been shut up by JangMyeongsun in the past, said with tension.

“At this year’s Alliance Conference, Yakjong will take charge and protect us,”

Phew… sighs of relief rose from all around.

We were at ease if she was going to protect us. These days, the martial arts, or Makyog, in the central part of the continent, lose and gain power, and there is a battle between the blood sect, or Hyulgyo, in the periphery.

The blood sect, who had been exiled to a distant country, are quietly extending their influence over all the eastern countries.

The head of the SangCheondang in SangCheondang said.

“Leave the assassination to the blood demons. We’re ready.”

But Manju said to drop that matter.

“Movements are unusual. Martial artists. Blood demons… Makyog is like a snake waiting for its prey under the water. And the blood sect is like a beast devouring everything it sees.”

Manju said.

“War is about to happen.”

“…Are you saying that?”

“It’s been barely a hundred years since the war.”

At that time, there was an Emperor who united the realm through south color and justice.

A dictator ruling through violence. To resist him, the Murimmaeng was founded, and after a long war, Murimmaeng became the center of the realm.

“We’re getting used to politics now. But we’re still unarmed. If we can root out the filthy scum… we’ll wreak havoc even more than the ancestors of the previous centuries did with the tyranny of the violent emperor.”

“Isn’t it cruel to pass on war to the next generation?”

“Let the Makyog bastards come as much as they want, but just make sure that this PaengOlryong doesn’t leave any wars for the future generations!”

The Pangga’s leader, Paeng Oryong, spoke confidently.

“This Mulin Holy Assembly is where talents from all over the continent gather. As it is called the greatest generation in history, the rewards are also… as I mentioned before, the best in history.”

“Oh…”

The reward Sohyun mentioned. It was…

“An elixir that can instantly raise anyone to the 4th level.”

Upon hearing those words, some people sighed in admiration.

“This is a test.”

Geomjon said. Sohyun nodded her head.

“There are also side effects. Both external and internal skills will reach the early 4th level, but they will no longer grow. The user’s growth stops forever there.”

No more gathering of Qi at Danjeon. It was like a kind of stagnant energy flow.

“It seems that whether qualified or not, people will flock to consume this elixir.”

“Namu Amitabul. But I doubt it’s the work of magic craftsmen that instantly elevate someone to the 4th level. Where does the elixir come from?”

“You don’t have to worry about that. It is the creation of the master craftsman Lee Yeongsu, who spent his entire life making elixirs and inner pills.”

“If it’s him, we can trust it.”

“Most people will strive for a false state of being, while others will make efforts to feed it to their loved ones.”

The second item is Mengju’s Golden Inner Pill. Everyone desires it, but can they withstand it from the 5th level?

The last item is a sword.

Swoosh.. The pitch-black blade with a blue aura seemed to be seeing something from the depths of the ocean.

“This is one of Geomjon Gu Yeonghwang’s collection items.”

“Darn it. Can’t I go out too?”

One of the leaders of the Mungpa grumbled in pain.

“Can I go out and win?”

Laughter spread all around.

“Makyo. Let’s block them well.”

“Blood cult hasn’t reached the center of the continent yet, so we have time. Let’s extinguish the urgent fires first.”

It was a moment when the resolute will of the Mureimmeng members was reflected in their eyes.

3.

“In the end, I couldn’t settle down and ended up wandering here. Because of some woman.”

“I’m sorry..”

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“It doesn’t matter. Even if it wasn’t her… The result would have been the same, honey.”

A city bustling with festival atmosphere. People running around, children playing, and workers constructing tent-like restaurants.

These spots, rented only by those who run businesses, were like a golden opportunity to earn the kind of money one could make in half a year, all in one go if the store was successful.

“Eunho, use this money to enjoy some good food.”

“What about Grandma?”

“I’m scared I might accidentally step on my son while walking, so I can’t go out.”

In this place, where crowds flock due to the festival, Jang Myeong-soon, who stood over three meters tall, seemed to have many things to worry about. Even Jang Myeong-soon herself didn’t particularly like festivals.

Eunho looked slightly disappointed. Seeing his expression, Jang Myeong-soon chuckled and patted his head.

“……”

“It’s written all over your face. I can see it all, even the suppressed laughter.”

“W-when…!”

“Talking back?”

“Yes… yes.”

Yeon-ha, who had been excited about going on a date with Eunho, became more tense again.

However, contrary to expectations, Jang Myeong-soon spoke seriously.

“There must be b*stards like maggots in this crowd. Make sure to protect yourself. It’s worth teaching them a lesson.”

Without a second of hesitation, Yeon-ha replied energetically, “Yes!”

Jang Myeong-soon, sweating profusely, carefully made her way through the crowd without stepping on anyone.

Only Yeon-ha and Eunho were left.

“Eunho…”

“Yeon-ha, would you like me to take you somewhere?”

Eunho was the first to reach out his hand, smiling bashfully.

A sensation akin to having his heart squeezed tightly washed over him.

“That’s nice. There’s a restaurant over there that looks delicious. What do you think?”

“I’d love to.”

They headed towards the crowded restaurant for some reason.

Huh? Upon closer inspection, they realized it wasn’t a line but rather a crowd gathered to watch something.

“What’s happening?”

With his keen sense of observation, Eunho could tell that there were too many people in front of them.

“Give me twenty more bowls ahead!”

“Wow… look at that appetite.”

“Dongja Seung… right? His muscles are extraordinary.”

“It’s his thirtieth bowl now.”

“Look at how happy the store owner is.”

In that place, there was a man with a shaved head, devouring all the dishes in the store hastily.

“….Oh? Aren’t you Eunho!”

“Do we know each other?”

“Baek Cheol-hoon?”

The rising sacred figure of Soryeom Temple. He met Baek Cheol-hoon.

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