Rebirth of the Thunder God

The name of the martial art that caught Namgung Hui's eye was.

[Nine Yang Divine Art]

Nine, and yang for sunlight.

Looking at the name, it seemed to be a heart art of extreme yang.

As Namgung Hui picked up the manual, the Sect Leader opened his mouth with a slightly troubled expression.

"Ahem. Are you really going to learn that?"

"Is it not allowed?"

"Actually, that is a martial art of our Wudang Sect, but it is not of the Wudang Sect."

"What do you mean by that?"

The Sect Leader stroked his beard and continued his explanation.

"Do you know where our founder, Zhang Sanfeng Jin-in, studied?"

Even if Zhang Sanfeng was a great master, he could not create something from nothing.

He also had parents, and it was obvious that even the martial arts he created had been inspired from somewhere.

In the first place, hadn't the beginning of all martial arts been taken from nature or the behavior of animals?

Zhang Sanfeng must have also received teachings or gained enlightenment from somewhere.

And as far as Namgung Hui knew, Zhang Sanfeng even had a master.

That was.

"Wasn't he once a monk of the Shaolin Temple?"

"Oho. You. You know more about our Wudang Sect than I thought. Indeed, you have the qualifications of a lay disciple. Then try to guess why I brought this up."

"Don't tell me this manual is a martial art of the Shaolin Temple?"

"Yes. In fact, when you think about it, it's not entirely of the Shaolin Temple either. In the first place, if it were truly a martial art of the Shaolin Temple, would the monks have just stood by? However, the Shaolin Temple also obtained it from somewhere and put it in the scripture repository. Our founder, when he left the Shaolin Temple, for some reason, brought that manual with him. Perhaps his master, the Great Master Jueyuan, gave it to him. Because he thought it was a martial art that shouldn't be in the Shaolin Temple."

Namgung Hui tilted his head and asked.

"It's not a demonic art, so why shouldn't it be in the Shaolin Temple?"

The Sect Leader, as if embarrassed, blushed slightly and said.

"Ahem! That is. It is said that if one learns that martial art, one's vitality becomes very strong. Because it boosts the yang energy."

Only then did Namgung Hui understand.

If the yang energy became full, it was as clear as day that the monks, who were already practicing abstinence, would be full of worldly thoughts.

If so, he could fully understand the feeling of the Great Master Jueyuan who wanted to get rid of this manual.

Come to think of it, hadn't the Daoist sects preached the harmony of yin and yang, calling it the art of the bedchamber?

Coincidentally, the symbol of the Wudang Sect was also the Taiji, which was based on the yin-yang philosophy.

"Then it can be said to be perfect for me, a lay disciple. Since Thunder Ki also has the nature of extreme yang, the compatibility might be good."

"It will probably be a good match. Instead, you."

The Sect Leader, who stopped his words and paused.

After a moment, with a solemn expression, his closed mouth opened again.

"Do not waste your life by playing with your lower body carelessly. Did you understand my words?"

His expression was so serious that Namgung Hui had no choice but to nod his head without realizing it.

"Alright. Not only my son, but also that monk from the Shaolin Temple, didn't he suffer a lot in his later years because he played with his lower body carelessly? This is advice from a senior in life, not a Daoist, so be sure to take it to heart."

"I will keep it in mind. Sect Leader."

Namgung Hui suddenly became curious.

The woman named Jeong Sua, whom Namgung Hui had treated before.

Hadn't she been said to be the Sect Leader's granddaughter?

‘Since the Sect Leader was her maternal grandfather, it means his daughter gave birth to Jeong Sua.’

Namgung Hui, thinking that he might not be able to ask if not at this time, quickly threw a question.

"Sect Leader. I have a young lady whose intermittent pulse I fixed a while ago. Her name is Jeong Sua."

"...Yes. To treat a patient with an incurable disease, you are very admirable. Admirable."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Since you seem to know everything and brought it up, I'll tell you. Yes. As you guessed, she is my granddaughter. Although it was an unwanted marriage, she is the child my daughter gave birth to. Tsk. To think she would just have a child when that face doesn't even feed her. It's the end of the world. The end of the world."

"Anyway. That Miss Jeong is not at fault, is she? But why were you neglecting her intermittent pulse for so long? With the Sect Leader's ability, you could have surely treated her and more."

If it were the Sect Leader's connections, he could have quickly called the Divine Physician Sect Leader and started the treatment.

Because unlike the Black and White Twin Elders, the Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect had both the power and the popularity to do so.

Moreover, if the Sect Leader had secretly sent a spirit medicine, her condition might have been alleviated and she might have regained her healthy appearance long ago.

"Why do you think I just stood by?"

"Well, because the Black and White Twin Elders said so. And isn't it also true that Miss Jeong was constantly lying in her sickbed?"

"Well, there's no need to argue about the past, but I still did my duty. Those old monsters, the Black and White Twin Elders, made alcohol with the spirit medicine I sent and drank it. I hated seeing that, so I cut off all the spirit herbs I was sending."

Flash. He remembered what had happened a while ago.

The sight of them looking at the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng and calling it a bellflower, and babbling about making alcohol with it.

He had wondered why the internal energy of the Black and White Twin Elders was so great, but it seemed such a secret was hidden.

‘It seems it's not an internal energy accumulated just by living a long time. Well. For a master of the heretic faction, it was a very pure internal energy.’

Namgung Hui, who had cleared up the misunderstanding, resolved to explain to Jeong Sua when he met her later that the Sect Leader did not hate her.

Still, if the relationship between the grandparent and grandchild improved even a little, wouldn't it be a good thing for both of them?

"Then you take the Nine Yang Divine Art. Since it's not a martial art of our Wudang Sect, I'll allow it with my authority as the Sect Leader."

"You're not lending it to me, but you're transferring the ownership to me?"

"Why use such difficult words? Just take it."

The Ten Section Brocade, and the Two Principles Heart Art.

Although he was overjoyed when he obtained them, the Nine Yang Divine Art made his heart pound even more.

Was this what they called fate?

Or was it compatibility?

Although it was difficult to explain in detail, a strange tremor was being transmitted.

"Thank you. Sect Leader. Since I have become a lay disciple, I will offer three bows."

The rite of three bows.

This referred to the respectful kowtow offered to a master.

This three bows were offered once to the founder.

Once to the grandmaster.

And once to the master.

The three bows were offered a total of three times, and it was called the rite of nine bows.

Since this was not the ancestral hall, and since there was no memorial tablet of the grandmaster, who was the master's master, he just performed the rite of three bows.

Since Namgung Hui was not a direct disciple, this much would be enough.

"Yes. With this, you are now a respectable lay disciple of the Wudang Sect. Therefore, be proud, but do not do anything that would tarnish the honor of our sect. Especially, be thorough in managing your lower body!"

"You don't have to worry about that."

In the first place, Namgung Hui had no such connection.

Although it was a truly sad thing to say, hadn't he not even been able to properly hold a woman's hand in his past life?

Moreover, the Divine Physician Sect Leader had even mentioned the virginity spot that was said to appear if one lived as a virgin for a cycle of sixty years.

Although he had thought it was humiliating at that time, when he thought about it now, he thought it was a hundred times better than those who went around playing with their lower body carelessly, as the Sect Leader had said.

That was not for a simple reason.

Hadn't he lived as a beggar until he met his master in his childhood?

Since the majority of the young beggars were children abandoned by their parents, he sympathized with the Sect Leader's words even more.

‘They gave birth to children they couldn't take responsibility for and abandoned them. Sometimes, they even engaged in human trafficking.’

The reason Namgung Hui particularly hated the black market was also in this context.

It was also the reason he hated fatalism.

The fate of having to live as an orphan, even though they didn't want it.

A future that wouldn't change no matter how much they tried.

If the heavens were to ordain such a hopeless fate, Namgung Hui resolved to smash even those heavens.

"Well, even if I say it, it won't be as easy as it sounds. And if that child named Beak Seolhwa is by your side, tsk, tsk! That won't be easy either."

"Then, Sect Leader. May I take my leave now?"

"Yes. I've told you everything I need to tell you, so do as you please. Ah. And if you happen to meet the emperor later. If you think something is suspicious, retrieve the Taiji Wisdom Sword right away."

Although it was a request spoken lightly as if in passing, the content was by no means light.

A content that was considerably heavier than any request or order that had been exchanged so far.

"Sect Leader. Are you serious?"

"Then do you think I'm joking lightly with the Taiji Wisdom Sword at stake? Since you are now a lay disciple of our Wudang Sect, if a scoundrel learns the Taiji Wisdom Sword, you have a duty to retrieve it."

Did he calculate everything and recruit him as a lay disciple?

It seemed that the calculation that Namgung Hui, who knew all these circumstances, would surely not be able to refuse, had been included.

Because if the emperor were not a person worthy of learning the Taiji Wisdom Sword, it would fall into the hands of the Hoicheon Association or become their power.

Anyway, it was something that had to be done even if the Sect Leader didn't order it.

Namgung Hui nodded his head with a bitter smile.

"I'll have to do that. No. I'll definitely do that."

"Heul, heul. Don't be too sad. I'll let you see a few phrases in the process of retrieving the manual."

If such a situation were to really occur, a few phrases of the Taiji Wisdom Sword would not be enough to make up for it.

Why? Because retrieving the Taiji Wisdom Sword meant that he had to assassinate the emperor who had learned it.

Assassinating the emperor.

This was a matter that could be considered treason, and could annihilate the nine generations of the Namgung family.

Even if he didn't take his life, he would have to cut his limbs and meridians and destroy his dantian.

But would the emperor who was subjected to this just stand by?

He would surely try to retaliate, and to prevent this, it would have to end with murder and silencing.

Because if he were to let him live out of a flimsy sense of pity, the great danger of the annihilation of nine generations would follow.

But if such a thing didn't happen, it would be fine.

Since Namgung Hui was not a direct disciple, he did not have a sense of duty to retrieve the Taiji Wisdom Sword.

Couldn't he just do something to prevent it from falling into the hands of the Hoicheon Association?

Or, secretly stealing just the manual would also be one way.

‘And I still don't know what kind of person the emperor is. It's not too late to think about it after I meet him.’

Since Namgung Hui had now finished his business at the Wudang Sect, he cupped his fists at the Sect Leader and then left the office.

At that, Jang Hwang, who had been waiting outside the door all this time, was dozing off, and then he saw Namgung Hui and stood up from his seat.

"Brother, you're here?"

"Brother. I'm sorry for making you wait again. From now on, I'll take measures so that you won't be bored."

"What, are you going to leave an imugi spirit or a squirrel spirit beast behind?"

"That's not it. My friend will be accompanying us from now on."

Although Beak Seolhwa was blunt.

Wouldn't she be a little more friendly to Namgung Hui's sworn brother?

Even Namgung Hui tended to show a particularly weak side to her acquaintances.

Weren't the Moon Maiden Palace Lord and the other Moon Maiden Palace Daoists such cases?

As much as Namgung Hui sincerely thought of her, he believed that she would also think of Namgung Hui.

"Hoho. You don't have to be too sorry. I'm accompanying you because I want to, and it's quite fun. Did you forget who I am? If I look into memories with sorcery, I don't even know the passage of time."

Nod, nod.

Namgung Hui also understood immediately.

The opportunity to peek into the memories of each sect was not an opportunity that could be easily obtained.

The deeper the place, the more interesting secret stories there would be, wouldn't there?

"Brother. Then let's go to meet my friend now."

"Alright. Let's go to meet that friend you were boasting so much about."

Although Namgung Hui thought he could easily leave the Wudang Sect at this point, the moment he arrived at the Sword-Unsheathing Pond.

"Um... Young Master Hidden Dragon. The sword you entrusted to us has disappeared.”

(End of Chapter)