Rebirth of the Thunder God

What was found in the White Snake's body was none other than a small bead that looked like a Wish Granting Pearl.

It was presumed to be the internal pill of a spirit beast.

Namgung Hui put his hand into its stomach and took out the bead.

Although it had a somewhat turbid light, it was clearly an internal pill.

Since not just any spirit beast could form an internal pill, it was at least equivalent to a top-grade spirit medicine.

In other words, it was a spirit medicine comparable to the Small Rejuvenation Pill.

But Namgung Hui felt a sense of disappointment.

Because looking at the turbid color, it was clear that he would get sick if he just consumed it.

Perhaps it was because the way they had built up their spirituality was slightly wrong?

'Wait, the Divine Treasure Fortress was said to possess the alchemy of the immortals. Maybe they can purify this internal pill?'

Namgung Hui nodded and packed the White Snake's internal pill.

Unfortunately, no internal pill was found in the White Wolf.

Instead, he was satisfied that he could take the White Wolf's excellent hide, claws, and fangs.

Perhaps the White Wolf had spread its energy evenly throughout its body instead of an internal pill to maintain its strong physique.

In terms of martial artists, it would be appropriate to see it as a master of external arts.

Namgung Hui, who had packed spoils that looked ten times larger than his own body.

But with his strength, this much was just light.

As if to prove this, his steps back to the campsite were extremely light.

"Let's go together! How can you be faster than me even when you're carrying such a heavy load?"

Gwon Cheong hurriedly followed such a Namgung Hui.

And a pair of eyes watching this from afar also flashed.

It was midnight, with the bright moonlight pouring down.

* * *

Around noon the next day.

Gwon Cheong, who had dug up a full load of medicinal herbs, wiped his forehead and said.

"With this much, I won't have to worry about medicinal herbs for a while. And if I dig up more, the colony will be destroyed. By the way, you're not a mountain man or an herb gatherer, so how are you so good at finding them?"

Namgung Hui also glanced at the bulging basket and continued.

"It's because I have a treasure detector. Perhaps because it has been recently improved, its performance is unusually outstanding."

At the words 'treasure detector,' something wriggled in Namgung Hui's chest.

"I'm envious. Very envious. It would have been enough if it were with me, an herb gatherer. Well, but since my body has become younger, I'm not envious of others. Hahaha!"

As he said, Gwon Cheong, who had eaten the Longevity Spirit Fruit, was definitely more energetic than before.

He didn't know if it was because the surplus energy of the spirit fruit remained as the Blood Qilin had said, but for the time being, his energy would be overflowing.

Like the energetic Gwon Cheong, Namgung Hui was also quite overflowing with feelings.

It was partly because the medicinal herbs in the basket were not a small amount, but most of all, it was because he had dug up as many as three thousand-year-old knotweeds.

A spirit herb that could fetch at least 3,000 nyang of silver if sold in the Central Plains.

If sold at a high price, he could get up to 6,000 nyang, so he would have no money worries for a while.

"Then. Let's go down now. Since the sun is still in the middle of the sky, it should be fine to hold a feast this evening."

"What if they held it last night when we weren't there?"

"That's not likely. Ahem. It's a bit embarrassing to boast with my own mouth, but the Blood Cult members rely on me quite a bit. Didn't they let me pass without a check a while ago? That's because they are well aware of the importance of my medicinal herbs."

Indeed, it was said that even the Demonic Physician did not make house calls due to his old age.

If so, ordinary patients would have to rely on ordinary doctors or mostly medicinal herbs.

There would not be many doctors with advanced knowledge in the impoverished Blood Cult, and there would be few herb gatherers.

Because there would not be many people who would climb Qilin Peak, where dangerous spirit beasts roamed.

"But if the higher-ups say to hold it, they'll hold it, won't they?"

"Well, that could be the case, but anyway! There's a separate person who manages such major and minor affairs, so it wouldn't have just happened like that. After all, would the higher-ups care about the feast of the common people? And what if they held it? We can just have a small feast among ourselves."

There was still plenty of leftover snake meat.

He could even make alcohol with it, and it was enough for Namgung Hui to hunt other game.

In fact, Namgung Hui wanted to call only his own people and have a small, cozy time rather than a noisy feast.

'Come to think of it, I haven't had a drink with Seolhwa yet. I don't have much Thunder Liquor left, so I should have a drink with Seolhwa.'

He wondered if Beak Seolhwa also had a drinking habit.

How much was her drinking capacity?

Namgung Hui was curious if she liked alcohol.

Since she didn't usually enjoy drinking, she probably didn't like it.

That was good because it was similar to Namgung Hui.

And so, Namgung Hui and Gwon Cheong achieved their initial results and descended the mountain.

They decided to build a new hut on this occasion and left the campsite as it was.

Since Namgung Hui might visit Qilin Peak later, there would be no problem using it again then.

And so, while entering the village, Namgung Hui and Gwon Cheong encountered an unexpected situation.

"Stop! I'll check your identity."

Gwon Cheong frowned at the guard martial artist who suddenly stopped him.

"Martial Artist Hwang. How much medicinal herbs have I given you, and yet you treat me so poorly?"

"Who are you to act like you know me? And a guy who looks much younger than me is speaking informally. I think I'll have to take you in."

At the guard martial artist's words, Gwon Cheong finally remembered that he looked young.

Gwon Cheong smiled and took out his identification tag from his robes, showed it to the guard martial artist, and said.

"Martial Artist Hwang. I'm Gwon Cheong. Gwon Cheong. I recently ate a good spirit herb for my body, and wouldn't you know it, my appearance became younger? It's a phenomenon I'm experiencing for the first time in my life, but since my appearance is like this, you'll have to believe me."

Martial Artist Hwang stared at Gwon Cheong's face and then realized that his face was that of Gwon Cheong.

"Are you really the herb gatherer Gwon Cheong?"

"Then who do I look like? For your information, I have no family, so there will be no one who looks like me."

Martial Artist Hwang looked around carefully for a moment and then whispered in Gwon Cheong's ear.

"I'll go to get some medicinal herbs soon. If you have any left..."

"Unfortunately, I don't. But if it's Martial Artist Hwang, I'll give you some medicinal herbs that are good for your stamina. Stop by when you have time."

"Yep!!"

Anyone who saw it would think that Gwon Cheong was the superior, with such a vigorous answer.

Well, since it seemed that Gwon Cheong was in the position of 'A', it wouldn't be a wrong statement.

Gwon Cheong patted Martial Artist Hwang's shoulder and entered the village entrance.

Martial Artist Hwang looked at Namgung Hui for a moment and tilted his head, but then he showed a sinister smile as if he had realized something.

Namgung Hui found that smile quite unpleasant and hurriedly entered the village.

Namgung Hui and Gwon Cheong, who had returned to the village, stopped by the market to buy a piece of cloth to wrap the Thunder God Sword and a tent needed for the hut.

"As expected, home is the best."

"There's no home yet, though?"

"It's just a saying, do you have to find fault with everything to feel better? Then you try building a house. From what I saw last time, your skills seemed better than mine."

Building a hut was not that difficult for Namgung Hui.

For Gwon Cheong, who was just an ordinary person, the tent would be somewhat heavy and cumbersome, but for Namgung Hui, it was extremely light.

Even when he didn't know martial arts, his master had made him undergo harsh training, so this much was bound to be light.

Namgung Hui, resolving to do Gwon Cheong a favor for a change, put down the bundle he was carrying on his back.

Then he ran to the dense forest behind the mountain.

"Don't tell me he's running away?"

Unlike Gwon Cheong's concern, a little while later, Namgung Hui brought a plausible wooden pillar and stuck it in the middle of the ground.

"If you're going to build a house, the pillars have to be strong, don't they?"

"What? You've already cut down a tree? No, but why is it so smooth? There's not a single twig."

That was because Namgung Hui had cut them all with a fast sword.

Organizing the twigs like this was enough with the mysteries of the Sun-Shooting Sword Art.

No, it could be said to be more than enough.

Just as Namgung Hui had brought the tree in an instant, the hut was also made as quickly as roasting beans in a lightning fire.

Of course, it was difficult to roast beans in a lightning fire.

Perhaps because the thunder ki was so strong, cooking the small beans without burning them was a skill that could only be achieved by mastering the Purple Thunder Divine Art.

Although no one other than Namgung Hui would know that.

Because Namgung Hui had built the hut so large, the tent he had bought at the market was not enough.

On top of that, the tents sold at the Blood Cult were not of good quality, so it seemed they would tear if a strong wind blew.

In this case, it was better to have built it small.

Perhaps because of that. Gwon Cheong looked at the large hut and expressed a subtle complaint.

"It would be cool if you built it in the summer. But since it's a chilly season now, it's also a good way to freeze to death. No matter how much younger I've become, this is too much."

Namgung Hui chuckled and took off the tent that was draped over the hut.

"Then we can just use something else for the tent. We have the right materials at the right time."

"What materials do you have? Don't tell me you're planning to bring something from the mountains again? But you won't find that kind of cloth in the mountains."

Namgung Hui unfolded the large hide that had been rolled up in his bundle.

The white light and the faint luster were attractive.

On top of that, the scale pattern that was faintly visible clearly showed that this was the hide of a snake.

The hide of the White Snake.

Since the White Snake's body was quite large, it was more than enough to make one hut.

'I've gotten a lot thanks to Gwon Cheong. It wouldn't matter if I gave this much.'

Namgung Hui cut the White Snake's hide and immediately made a hut.

Since it was so tough and sturdy, cutting it was the most difficult part.

The knife wouldn't even go in unless he raised a sword aura.

And he had to draw out a sword aura of at least four chi to be able to cut it.

With this much sturdiness, he wouldn't have to worry about the cold, let alone a typhoon.

"With this much, there will be no one in the Blood Cult who has a better house than you, mister. Now, if you just decorate the interior neatly, it will be quite wonderful."

Namgung Hui, since he was doing a favor, even laid the White Wolf's hide on the bed inside the hut.

The luster flowed, and it was so soft that even just lying down for a moment, he felt sleepy.

Gwon Cheong's eyes reddened at the sight of his new house, and he said.

"Is this really my house? It's so luxurious that they might covet it in the Blood Cult."

An excessive treasure is likely to bring misfortune.

But since Namgung Hui also had a thought, he patted Gwon Cheong's shoulder and said.

"Mister. That thing called stinky tofu. Make it diligently. Then no one will covet your house."

"Ahem. Is that so? Rather, they might come aiming for my stinky tofu."

"Well, I'll set up a formation for that."

Although he didn't know high-level formations, it was possible to make the hut look shabby.

He just had to reduce the amount of light leaking out or make its presence faint.

Or he could add a shabby tent.

Since he had a leftover tent on this occasion.

"Now that I've finished all my work, let's have a feast. I'll go and get my friend."

"Oh. I'm very much looking forward to what kind of person your friend is. Then take your time. I need to tidy up the house."

"Yes. Then I'll see you in the evening."

Namgung Hui packed his luggage again and moved his steps.

Although the luggage was quite heavy, his steps were just light.

He hummed a tune as he went.

'I wonder how happy Seolhwa will be since I have something to give her. I hope she's not disappointed.'

Namgung Hui had no idea how amazing the Yin-Yang Immortal Fruit actually was.

Unlike the well-known Small Rejuvenation Pill or the Purple Cloud Pill, it was a strange thing he was seeing and hearing for the first time, so it was only natural.

The same went for Beak Seolhwa, who was more ignorant than Namgung Hui.

Still, she would not refuse what he gave her.

And so, when he arrived at the guest hall, Seong Sohui was still making her rounds, and her presence was not felt.

But fortunately, Beak Seolhwa was in her abode, and her presence was felt.

Namgung Hui let out his presence and knocked on her door.

-Knock, knock, knock.

"Seolhwa. Are you in there?"

"Huh? Hui?"

"Then who else would it be? I'm coming in."

Namgung Hui, who had entered the room, was flustered by an unexpected situation.

And he realized that Beak Seolhwa was not alone.

(End of Chapter)