Chapter 114
At first, he was going to give it to them. Then he thought that this guidance would be a good experience for the Light Wind Unit, so he didn't give it to them. He also had the thought of seeing how long they could endure. And as expected, Gu Mungoe was the first to raise his hand.
"Alright. Everyone drink one and rest."
"Thank you."
The expressions of the other Light Wind Unit executives also brightened up. Even Dan Bulseok was smiling, so it seemed it had been hard. And after everyone drank one, they were surprised and shouted.
"No. Were the kids the only ones drinking something this good?"
Everyone was in an uproar.
"Wow. How can fatigue disappear so completely?"
"Since they came at us after drinking this, how could we win?"
"I really want to have this and drink it whenever I'm tired."
Mok Wigun, who was listening to the story, suddenly became curious and asked.
"How much do you think you would pay to buy and drink this?"
At Mok Wigun's question, the Light Wind Unit executives whispered among themselves. It was definitely a good thing, but when they thought about paying money to buy and drink it, their opinions were divided.
"Isn't it a bit ambiguous?"
"It's really hard to put a price on it. I don't think it's that necessary on a regular basis, but in an emergency, money is not the problem."
As expected, the heads of several people are better than the head of one person. As he listened to people's opinions, he came to know things he hadn't thought of.
"That's true. This would be really valuable in an emergency."
"That's right. Young master. At that time, money is not the problem."
"And I think it would be better if it was in the form of a pill instead of like this."
It is currently a liquid in a bottle. The bottle is made of porcelain, so it is easy to break, so it would be better if it was in the form of a round pill.
"It's not difficult to make it into a pill."
Mok Wigun thought that he should take as many of the pills as possible when he went to the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly.
* * *
"So the skills of the Zhongnan Sect are nothing special?"
"Based on what I saw in person, that's right."
At Taeseokgwan's question, the person who had been spying disguised as an instructor at the Changhyeon Martial Arts Hall answered.
"The person to watch out for is a disciple named Deungroe, who is huge and his movements are quite agile."
"If his bones and muscles are good, he's a threat to the disciples."
"And a disciple named Mun Geomyeong also had decent skills..."
He was on par with the most skilled person among the disciples of the Changhyeon Martial Arts Hall. On top of that, he had lost.
"Well, it would be difficult to compare them with the disciples of Huashan."
"But it seems they have improved a lot compared to before. The head also said so."
Taeseokgwan, who had heard that, snorted. Even so, it was not to the extent that it was out of his thoughts.
"The Demon Dragon Manor is amazing. To think they raised the incompetent Zhongnan Sect to that extent."
"Even so, aren't their skills difficult to pass the preliminaries?"
Baek Seokhu said.
"The sect battle is one thing, but the individual competition is the problem. To think they didn't even see Pung Chosan."
"Seeing that they didn't show him, it seems they are hiding and sharpening their swords."
"There's no harm in being careful."
The sect battle is a skill that can't pass the budget. So if they just drop Pung Chosan, it's confirmed that the Zhongnan Sect will be excluded from the Nine Sects One Gang.
"Still, to prevent any unforeseen variables, I'll have to go myself."
Taeseokgwan declared that he would go to the Huashan Sect where the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly was held. This matter was also very important to him.
His fame and foundation that he had built up so far had been greatly shaken by the incident at Mount Xiaohua. If he couldn't handle this matter properly, his position in the Huashan Sect would fall to a terrible level. That couldn't happen. No matter what, he had to make the Zhongnan Sect fall.
"I will also help. If there is anything you need, please tell me."
"Me too. I'll do whatever I can."
Baek Seokhu and Lady Jang were also active. Their fate would also be decided depending on how this matter turned out.
"I'm thinking of going myself and fixing the match-up a little."
Match-fixing. It's something that can't happen at an important and big event like the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly. But although it wasn't well known to the outside, it was something that was being done secretly.
"But to fix the match-up, you have to greet the elders. So you have to prepare gifts in advance."
Taeseokgwan looked at the two and said. I'll make it happen, so you guys prepare the money. Baek Seokhu's mouth tasted bitter.
It seemed he could do something even if he moved himself. Because the connections that Baek Seokhu had built up so far were also considerable. But what could he do when Taeseokgwan came out like that? He had no choice but to believe him. The only thing he could do was to prepare the money and hand it over.
'I guess gold would be good.'
The people who are in important positions at the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly are mostly the famous masters of the martial world. Those who are old and have a name. Most of them are the elders or seniors of the sects.
Such people, the older they get, the more greedy they become for money. It's a time when both their body and their martial arts are getting weaker. They fill that emptiness with money. So it was a headache to think about how much he had to prepare. Taeseokgwan put a nail in it.
"You have to prepare generously. So that there's no trouble because it's not enough."
Baek Seokhu glanced at Lady Jang, who was next to him. And then he thought.
'I'll have to pin it on the Jang family's side a little.'
Isn't it the way of this world that even if you're an ally, if you show a gap, you get eaten? It's something that can't be helped. To survive, I have to use whatever I can to the fullest.
And Taeseokgwan, who was looking at the two of them, thought.
'I don't know what will happen, so I'll have to take some this time.'
He has no intention of using all of what he received from the two. He will inflate what is needed appropriately and then take a considerable amount. Because my safety and interests are the top priority.
Lady Jang thought that she had to see it through this time. Mok Wipyong said that he should give up now and find another way. But Lady Jang couldn't do that. How much had she invested so far, to give up now?
But suddenly, the words her son had said just before he came here came to mind.
'Mother. Go and see. See if there is anyone among the two that you can use. If there is no such person, then you are being used.'
Lady Jang looked at the two people. She couldn't tell what they were thinking. It was Mok Wipyong, who had become much more mature lately. Her son's words seemed to be right, and she was engulfed in a vague sense of anxiety.
* * *
"Not yet?"
Mok Wigun urged, asking if the potion to increase his internal energy was not yet ready.
"Can't you see I'm busy? I'm so busy making the stamina potion into a pill right now. Do you think I have about ten hands?"
"Where are you selling this medicine? Hwangbo Ryeong is doing all the work of making it into a pill."
"That's true... But I still have to manage and supervise all of that. Anyway, just wait a little."
The time to leave was approaching. To arrive at Huashan without being late, they had to leave in three days at the latest.
"But why are you making the Cheongsim Hwallyeoksu into a pill? No. Since it's a pill, should I call it Cheongsim Hwallyeokhwan now?"
Pyon Juksu with a face that said he was dying of annoyance. Well, who would like their workload to increase?
"And it's not just that I'm preparing. That. That... Hey. You didn't name that, did you? Anyway, I also have to prepare that thing that makes you burly and hard."
He grumbled that he had no time to think. Mok Wigun, as if to soothe such a Pyon Juksu, said.
"Where do we have to go now?"
"That's the Huashan Sect."
The Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly West Academy preliminaries are held near the Huashan Sect. And the people who prepare and manage the competition are also mostly people from the Huashan Sect. Although it is said that the Martial Alliance does it, it's just a saying, and in reality, you can see it as the Huashan Sect managing it.
"How does the Huashan Sect think of us?"
"That's... They're probably dying to get their hands on us."
The Demon Dragon Manor and the Zhongnan Sect. They are not on good terms with the Huashan Sect. It's not just that they're not on good terms, they're close to being enemies.
"So we have to go with some countermeasures. Do you think the competition they manage will be held normally?"
"Tsk... That's a given."
Only then did Pyon Juksu agree. If the Zhongnan Sect does well, will the Huashan Sect just watch? No, it's not that they'll move if the Zhongnan Sect gets good results, they'll openly interfere from the beginning.
"So to get through that well, we need this and that. Didn't you say that even if you had to pay a thousand gold, people would line up to buy it?"
"That... That's right."
Pyon Juksu suddenly straightened his chest and patted his chest.
"See! You thought this was a joke, but it's all helpful to the kids. I developed it with that in mind to some extent. Who am I?"
"Alright. Your research results are amazing. It's all thanks to you. Got it?"
"You're finally acknowledging the skills of this great body. I am..."
But suddenly, a person came in. It was Pung Chosan.
"What's the matter?"
"Here. There's something I'd like you to see..."
Mok Wigun, wondering what was going on, followed Pung Chosan. He cautiously said to Mok Wigun.
"It's about compressing the internal energy."
"Yes."
He had told him to just focus on the first stage because it wasn't going well. But it seemed he had continued to practice compressing his internal energy in his spare time.
"I think I can do it, but I'm not sure... Can you take a look if I perform it?"
"Oh?"
If he had really succeeded, it would be nothing but good news. If that happened, a very interesting thing would happen at the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly.
"Alright. Go ahead."
Pung Chosan slowly took his stance.
"This is a normal attack."
Then he extended his palm force.
Pang!
Mok Wigun's hand collided with Pung Chosan's palm. It was a palm force of the same intensity as he had faced so far. Pung Chosan took his stance again.
"This time, I'll try to attack by compressing my internal energy."
Pung Chosan with a slightly more cautious expression. He extended his palm force again.
Thwack!
Mok Wigun also cautiously extended his hand and blocked the attack. As expected, their palms collided. The same posture and speed. But the intensity of the impact was different. The nature of the attack itself had changed, and the sound was also completely different.
"It's a success!"
Mok Wigun shouted. If the first attack was a feeling of being hit with a 'tak', now it was a feeling of a heavy impact being applied and its aftermath pushing into the body.
"No, how did it suddenly become possible?"
"Kuhahaha. Wasn't I once called a genius? This is possible because it's me, if it was someone else, it would have been impossible."
Pung Chosan laughed loudly and then poured out his words.
"This is how it happened..."
"Shut up!"
Well, this guy and Pyon Juksu, if you give them a chance, they'll talk so much that your head will hurt. But this achievement was amazing. Because it had solved the problem that Mok Wigun had been worrying about in one go.
Mok Wigun said to Pung Chosan.
"Try sending a palm strike at that."
Mok Wigun pointed at the rock in front.
(End of Chapter)