Chapter 510 – King Yan’s Disciple 5 (3)

Perhaps because it was located at the top of a mountain, the Shaman faction was naturally smaller than the Namgung family.

Even though the nine factions and the five major families are treated as equals, the nine factions are still a group of people who seek enlightenment through martial arts training.

As time goes by, and it is no longer possible to move forward, I have heard that some people degenerate into a desire to obtain something commensurate with their power. However, I also heard that most of them dream of reaching a high level.

When the young Taoist monk who was sweeping the entrance to the shaman sect met his eyes, he bowed his head.

He was wearing jewelry with a Taegeuk pattern on his waist, and it seemed like every shaman would have something like that.

As I approached the mountain gate, the young Taoist monk slightly blocked my path with a broom and said,

“Siju, this is Haegeomji. If you have a weapon, would you please follow the rules?”

“I don’t have any blades with me. Are you sure you don’t have hand armor?”

“Gwongap?”

I rolled up my sleeves and showed off my white phosphorescent flame sword.

This is one of the few things I brought with me when I left the manor, and there is nothing better than this to prove my identity.

It was rumored that the gauntlet made of white scales was a new item of our clan.

“It’s okay because the gauntlet is not a blade. Are you Baek Yan, Senior Yan King’s disciple, Han Xian Xiaohyeop?”

The young Taoist’s eyes changed as he looked at me, as if he had heard the story about me.

I nodded, having gone from an ordinary customer to a famous customer whose name is now a little known.

“That’s right. I wonder if I should make an appointment and come visit. I came here in a bit of a hurry as a non-partisan, so I didn’t think about it.”

“No. The shaman faction is refraining from outside activities and is gaining strength. I will call someone to guide you, so could you wait a moment?”

“Yes. I will wait.”

The young Taoist monk walked quickly over the mountain gate holding a broom.

It seems like he is using his own style of walking, but if you think about it, the martial arts he learned from his master he was really ignorant.

Yeomryun-kwon (炎輪拳) amplifies the power and wraps it around the hand to strike, and Paryun-bo (破輪步) is a method of using the entire body’s power to move.

They say that when you reach Master’s level, all your actions gain depth, but I benefited greatly from calmness and insight.

While I was taking a moment to look at my martial arts skills, a Taoist man who was taller than the young Taoist master came to me.

“For what reason did you visit the Shaman faction?”

I answered the Taoist monk who looked at me with sharper eyes compared to the younger Taoist master.

“I came here to gain insight into the martial arts skills of the Shaman faction in order to fill my shortcomings.”

“Did your master give permission?”

“Yes. I have received permission from Master Yeomwang.”

He seemed a little surprised that King Yeom, who was renowned as the best master of martial arts, and not an ordinary master, allowed his disciples to study the martial arts of another school.

Then, as if the Taoist heard something, he turned his head slightly and nodded.

‘Did an electric signal come from far away? It’s amazing.’

It may seem a little late, but the Taoist monk lowered his head slightly after taking the sword, and I also took the sword.

“Jang Mun-in asked me to bring Han Xian Xiaohyeop. If you get permission from Jang Mun-in, you will be able to achieve what you want.”

“I will.”

I followed the Taoist monk into the Shaman faction, but as I saw from the outside, it was not enough compared to the Namgung family.

However, when I saw the neatly polished training ground on top of this mountain and the shamans wielding swords, the location did not seem to have much of an effect on training.

After passing several neatly maintained pavilions, I arrived at a building a little higher.

“Jang Mun-in. I brought Han Xian Xiaohyeop.”

“Please come in.”

As the Taoist monk spoke, the voice of Jang Mun-in, a shaman, could be heard inside.

“Han Xian Small Collaboration.”

“Thank you.”

As I opened the door and entered, I could feel Jang Mun-in, a shaman with a long beard, looking at me for a split second.

“I apologize for what I just thought. I couldn’t help it because it could have been a monster disguised as a person.”

“There is no harm in being cautious. I think the moment the midfielder feels he is adapting to the monster is when he is most vulnerable.”

“That’s right. I was worried that he might resemble Yeomwang senior’s personality, but I’m glad that my student knows how to tolerate it.”

“How would you have reacted, Master?”

“He probably came right away with his fists clenched to beat me. LOL.”

That was clearly a joke that someone who had been beaten could tell.

*

As I sat down on the chair, Jang Mun-in, a shaman, offered me tea with the scent of pine trees.

I asked Jang Moon-in, who served me steaming tea in a space without a single ember.

“Can you handle the heat?”

“It is an application of Samadhi Evolution. Compared to the Yeonyeom Shingung (連炎神功) that you and Senior Yeomwang learned, it is a new blood.”

Jang Moon-in took a sip of tea first, and I followed suit.

The scent of pine trees wafted through me and I felt like my head was becoming clearer.

“You want to learn about the martial arts skills of the Shaman faction?”

“Yes. I know, as a disciple, I shouldn’t say anything that disparages you, Master, but you don’t have any knack for teaching when you first receive a student.”

In fact, considering the training I did before being possessed, I was simply ignorant.

When the teacher radiates heat, it is absorbed into the body and the remainder is expelled using a flame extinguisher.

Thanks to this, my strength grew very quickly, but I don’t think that’s normal martial arts training.

“Are you saying that you raised a Baekyeom, a martial artist, rather than a later Jisoo even though you had no talent?”

“It’s because I absorb it well on my own.”

“It’s good to see you full of confidence. Among the students who went to the Yongbongbimuje, there are a few who have broken hearts, and I hope they shake it off quickly and wake up.”

Jang Mun-in headed outside, and it seemed like he was seeing a Taoist monk in the training hall.

If you recall what happened in the temple, it seems like you have the entire Shaman sect in your hands, so you may be looking at a Taoist monk with a real mental problem.

Jang Mun-in looked at me again and said.

“It will be difficult to completely absorb the martial arts of the Shaman faction because the learned inner gongsim method is completely different, but you can gain good experience. Is it enough to be able to learn Taijiquan (太極拳) when using a box?”

“Yes. That’s enough.”

“Actually, the Sok family sect even told us that much, but I guess they were in a hurry?”

“I was a little in a hurry. Still, wouldn’t this place have the most Taijiquan experts?”

“Yes. There are the most cilantro here. Instead, I have a favor to ask of Han Sohyeop.”

“What kind of request?”

“I want to hear everything you saw when things happened at Namgung House. Weren’t you there?”

“Yes, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you everything I saw.”

I told Jang Mun-in as I saw it about the day when the five kings of the Namgung family fell.

In the meantime, Master flew me to a safe place, so I didn’t see Master defeating the Sword King, Tao King, and Chang King, but Jang Mun-in nodded and quietly listened to my story, probably because his purpose was to confirm that the rumors were true. Br〉

*

“He uses the title of Hyeon-tae, the eldest of the Shaman faction. Is that a small group?”

After telling Jang Mun-in about what happened in the Namgung family, I was introduced to an elder with bulging muscles that was not typical of a Taoist monk.

He didn’t have a beard and his hair was black, so he looked very young even though he was in the position of an elder.

“Yes. I am Han Xian.”

“I heard that you want to learn Taijiquan, but how much is enough?”

“I hope you fight against it with all your might.”

“Yes. I’m a warrior before I’m a Taoist, so I like that. As a disciple of King Yeom, he’s hot.”

If you’re a Taoist of the Shaman faction, shouldn’t you be a Taoist before becoming a Muin? A thought passed through my mind, but it varies from person to person.

“I heard that it hasn’t been that long since you started making your name known in the world. Do you have enough experience dealing with monks?”

“To be honest, there are very few. Most of them carry swords.”

“Even in our shamans, swords are mainly taught, and recommended methods are taught for practice. However, in my opinion, swords are easier to learn and can lead to a higher level than swords.”

“May I ask why you think that way?”

“Because it is easier to freely use the sword than to think of it as a part of the body.”

It’s not wrong, but should I say the reason is too basic? However, if you remember what you heard from the teacher before coming to the shaman, a sword or a fist is just a means to achieve what you set your mind to.

Whether you decide to win or ascend to heaven, everything is a means to that end, so the most important thing is the mind.

However, if you use everything that exists as a means to get to what you set your mind to, it is no different from magic, so you have to decide on the line.

‘The line I set is…’

***

“Hehe… I haven’t even thrown my punches yet. Mt. Wudang said to be magical.”

Taoist Hyeontae burst out laughing when he saw the monster draining his energy with a few mixed words.

In the messed up Yongbongbimuje, he showed skills that surpassed the late Jisoo, so he was a disciple of Baekyeom Han Xian, who went beyond the title of dragon, and Yanwang senior, who rose to the position of the best man in the world with his two fists.

However, the times wanted a martial artist who was stronger than the Seven Kings of Murim, who were born after the Demonic Cult developed.

It was clear that the young man in front of me would be at the forefront, so I was planning to do my best to help him, but seeing him made me even more motivated.

After consolidating his energy, Han Xian raised his fists and took a stance.

“Isn’t it a little insufficient time to organize your enlightenment?”

“It’s enough.”

After saying those words, a heat began to linger in Han Xian’s body.

Hyuntae decided to become a martial artist himself for the sake of the martial arts people who wanted to win, although he was a bit far from a Taoist monk.

“Come in.”

“Yes.”

White flames flashed.