The Return of the Crazy Demon

I mostly spent my time splitting firewood with an axe. Not long ago, So Gunpyeong and Nam Garak had come to see me after hearing the news, but I sent them back after a round of heavy drinking. I did ask both of them to gather flags however they could.

There was no need to stay here unless you were a martial artist with skills on par with the Four Great Evils.

That was the minimum qualification I’d set.

Because the enemy was a force that even the Four Great Evils would struggle to handle.

Unhyangmun’s flag and financial support had arrived, but there was still no word from the Ghost Demon. In a way, I felt it was for the best. Strangely, a part of me hoped he wouldn’t show up.

While splitting logs, I mostly contemplated the Gold Turtle Sojourning Art.

Construction of the Zaha Inn was underway with hired workers, but I didn’t interfere. I wasn’t a construction expert anyway. Instead, I focused on gathering firewood, which was always useful, no matter what.

Big Brother was mostly absorbed in meditation or training.

After sending off my visiting acquaintances, I spent my days solely focused on chopping wood. I used the combined strength of Mokgye’s internal force and external techniques to split the logs cleanly. In other words, I was using the inner and outer martial arts I learned from the Steel Cabin to chop wood.

I hadn’t yet become the greatest master under heaven.

But in terms of wood quality, I might as well have been the greatest lumberjack in the world.

Because the firewood was so uniformly and neatly split, sometimes the laborers would gather during breaks just to watch me work.