After leaving Cheonmaseokgak, I went to Cheonmaseojeon.

“I’m home.”

My father, who had been quietly looking down at me, made me come closer.

“Come closer.”

I took five steps forward.

“A little more.”

This time, three steps.

“More.”

I walked right up to the stairs.

My father was examining me. He must have wondered what kind of martial arts I had learned, but since I walked without using the Wind God Sabo, he couldn’t tell anything from my movements.

“What kind of martial arts did you learn at Cheonmaseokgak?”

“It’s a secret.”

As if he had expected me to come out like this, my father unleashed his magic energy without hesitation.

“I won’t ask you twice.”

The magic energy that flew in was on a different level from the magic energy that the demons had sent earlier. It wasn’t a stinging or painful feeling, but rather a feeling of falling into a dark abyss. My body became cold and the flow of my true energy slowed down.

I had no intention of hiding it from my father in the first place, so I answered honestly.

“I learned a secret technique.”

“What secret technique?”

“It’s the Wind God’s Secret.”

This was a silence created by surprise.

The magic energy that had been briefly withdrawn soon attacked me again.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

“It’s true.”

The magic energy pulled me into a deeper abyss. Even as the magic energy rose up to my neck and even my face, my gaze toward my father remained hidden.

I fell endlessly into the abyss like a swamp. I couldn’t breathe. I thought that he would kill me, but an inevitable fear of suffocation overwhelmed me.

At that moment.

It felt like something huge was staring at me in the darkness.

‘!’

The moment my eyes met with it, the things that had been weighing me down disappeared and I was standing at the end of the red carpet of Cheonmajeon.

My father, who had gathered up his magic, spoke as if ordering me.

“Show me the martial arts you learned.”

My father still didn’t believe that it was the Wind God’s Seal.

“What will you give me in return?”

My father made a dumbfounded expression. In your life, no one has ever asked for something with conditions.

“A living spirit.”

I smiled faintly and stepped back to stand in the middle of the main hall.

Then I slowly unfolded the Wind God’s Seal.

When the Dark Shadow Seal unfolded, my father suddenly got up from his seat. He had noticed that it was different from other martial arts from the first step.

That’s how I finished the first stage of the Wind God’s Seal.

My father, who rarely showed his emotions, couldn’t hide his shock now. Since it was a real martial art, my father must have seen the Poongsin Sabo for the first time today, but he knew exactly how great this martial art was.

“Where did you learn the Poongsin Sabo?”

Now my father believed that this technique was the Poongsin Sabo.

“I learned it at Cheonmaseokgak.”

Whisper.

My father, who had crossed the space in an instant and reached me, grabbed my neck and asked coldly.

“Do you dare lie to me?”

I was going to break my neck right away. It was the first time my father had touched my body, and the emotion I felt ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) was anger.

But I wasn’t angry. My father was serious about martial arts. That’s why he was there and so strong. I understood my father.

“There was no Poongsin Sabo at Cheonmaseokgak.”

A cold energy that made my blood freeze was transmitted through my father’s fingertips. It was a different feeling from when I was immersed in the abyss before.

“I definitely learned it there.”

“That’s a lie!”

“Can you guarantee that you saw all those secrets? They might not have been in the bookshelf where the secrets were, but in another bookshelf.”

“Then you knew that the Wind God’s Secret was there!”

“I didn’t know.”

“Lies!”

“I really didn’t know. I found it by chance while trying to learn another martial art.”

He held on to this part. There was no other way to explain it. Of course, his father wouldn’t believe it.

His father took his hand away from his neck and asked again.

“Where was it?”

“It was used as a stand under the bookshelf.”

“But how did you find it?”

“I found it while trying to straighten something that was crookedly supported.”

His father, who was wondering whether to believe this, called his subordinate to bring it to him.

“You must have already gotten rid of the important parts of the secrets.”

“How did you know?”

“I would have done the same.”

Father, who glared at me for a moment, returned to Taesa-ui as fast as he had flown to me.

“Call Gu-gyeol.”

As expected! This is how our father should be.

My goal is not to defeat my father and ascend to the throne of Cheonma. I don’t plan on waiting for Hwamu-gi in the same situation as last time.

Killing him is important, but the purpose of my return was to save my father and the Cheonma-jeon family.

I won’t let revenge be the entire purpose of this return. Revenge is the reason for my return, and the purpose of my return is to live happily in this life.

After killing Hwamu-gi, I plan to live happily, wandering the world without being tied down by the religion until my father takes over the throne.

From then on, my real life will begin. I will live a life free of obstacles in this young body. The title of my autobiography is ‘Life is Like a Sword Dance.’

Therefore, there was no problem teaching my father the Dharma.

Of course, it wouldn’t be free.

“No.”

I quickly said to my angry father, who was flying back to me, to save him the trouble.

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

“I remember the secret I taught you at the hunting grounds was free.”

“That was the price of the drinks you drank at the hunting grounds.”

My father looked dumbfounded at my shameless words.

“How on earth did you put up with it all this time? Such a shameless guy.”

“You have to grow up to be a dog. I’m taller than you now. I clenched my teeth and held on tight until I grew this tall.”

I didn’t give a single word to my father.

Father. I can’t beat you. You don’t know how much I’ve suffered. I’ve been on the brink of death so many times.

“Is there anything you want?”

“I’ll give you the Mu-gong-gu-gyeol, so it would be fair to receive it as Mu-gong-gu-gyeol. I would like to receive the Gu-hwa-ma-gong, but that seems difficult, so I would like to receive the Cheon-ma-ho-shin-gong”

A moment of silence passed.

The Cheon-ma-ho-shin-gong is a self-defense technique that literally protects the body, and it was a unique martial art that was only passed down to Cheon-ma.

“Unable!”

“This is the Poong-sin-sa-bo. Strictly speaking, it’s a deal that I’m at a loss for.”

“Only Cheon-ma and his successors can learn the Cheon-ma-ho-shin-gong.”

“You can teach it to me secretly. Anyway, the Cheon-ma-ho-shin-gong is a martial art that is activated without being noticed, so others will never know.”

It was a martial art that would never be known to the outside world.

I could sense my father’s worries. If I got angry and pressured him, I would eventually have to tell him. But my father didn’t do that. My father was my father.

In any case, it was a martial art that I absolutely had to obtain in my situation. Learning Cheonmahosingong would mean gaining an extra life.

“Think about it and tell me.”

I politely greeted him and was about to turn around when I heard my father’s voice.

“Instead, the Pungsinsabo comes first.”

Surprisingly, my father had decided to pass on the Cheonmahosingong.

He really was going to teach me the Cheonmahosingong?

I thought that maybe my father wanted me to be his successor. Or maybe he didn’t care because I was going to die fighting the Palmajons anyway.

“Good.”

“Why are you accepting it so readily? I could just accept the Pungsinsabo and not teach it to him.”

“At least he wouldn’t do something shameful in front of his son.”

A sneer crossed my father’s lips. The fact that I even used the expression “sold out” was the best I could do. How could my father not know what I was thinking?

“I’m sorry, father. But I can’t just hand over the Pungsin Sabo.”

Fortunately, my father’s reaction wasn’t that bad. He would value receiving a reward like this more than offering up the martial arts skills in a foolish manner.

“Good. Tell me the formula.”

“Yes.”

I told my father the formula of the Pungsin Sabo.

My father quietly closed his eyes and thought about the formula.

After three hours, my father began to unfold the Pungsin Sabo.

I watched him without blinking.

The Pungsin Sabo that my father unfolded was the same as the one I unfolded, but different.

It seemed like my father was saying this.

This is how I interpret this martial arts.

I memorized every single movement of my father’s Pungsin Sabo in my head. I’m not trying to imitate it. I know that the realm of martial arts is determined by how you interpret those subtle differences, which parts are different from mine and why they are different.

After my father finished his first move, he fell into deep thought.

I, too, compared the Pungsin Sabo that my father had just shown with the Pungsin Sabo that I had shown, and fell into deep meditation.

I must learn.

My father’s attitude toward martial arts. The way the best thinks and the depth of his interpretation.

Soon, my father woke up from his meditation.

“This is really good martial arts.”

If my father had said that it was good martial arts, it would have been great praise.

“You can’t swallow it, even if it’s because of your guilty conscience, right?”

My father laughed, but this time, he was also satisfied.

Now, I had created the biggest variable after my regression.

Will Hwamugi be able to defeat my father who has mastered the Pungsin Sabo?

Of course, Hwamugi intends to beat me, but the reason I passed on the Pungsin Sabo to my father like this was a kind of countermeasure.

My father kept his promise.

“I will now teach you the Cheonmahosingong. I will only tell you once, so memorize it well.”

Before listening to the instructions, I sat cross-legged.

Since my father will really only tell me once, I will not memorize it in my head, but will try to memorize it with my body by operating the instructions myself. This is something that should not be attempted unless you are a master like me.

My father began to teach me the instructions of the Cheonmahosingong.

“From the Myeongmunhyeol, gently move the inner energy to the Sinyu, Jisil, and Wiyu. The true energy at this time should be light like snow falling on a blade of grass. Speed ​​is important from Biyu, Ganyu, and Geokyu. Increase the speed as if walking, running, and lightly soaring, and reach Sinju, Pungmun, and Gokwon. “Let it pour down powerfully like a waterfall… … .”

The Gugyeol was obviously difficult from the beginning. The difficulty level was extremely high. Even while moving the true energy according to the Gugyeol, my heart really thumped. I was so resentful of my father who didn’t stop me from using the Gugyeol myself even though he knew it was such a difficult Gugyeol.

Naturally, several crises came. I overcame the small crises well, but I faced a big crisis at the end.

In an instant, the true energy flowed back and my blood vessels ran wild as if they were going to burst. The taut blood vessels seemed like they would burst at any moment. If I hadn’t strengthened my blood vessels with the Heavenly Vein Strengthening Technique before, I would have suffered a major internal injury.

‘Learning the Heavenly Vein Strengthening Technique was a plan for today. Then I won’t die today!’

I became the embodiment of positivity and fought on the edge of the cliff where I would be possessed by a demon, injured, and killed if I fell.

And I believed.

I wasn’t destined to die while learning martial arts from my father.

My belief worked Is it?

The wild spirit that had been running wildly calmed down. The stamina flowed along the bloodline that it should have, and I was able to finish the last knot of Cheonmahosingong after overcoming the crisis.

“Hoooooo.”

I slowly opened my eyes while taking a deep breath and catching my breath.

My father was standing at the large window of Cheonmajeon and looking outside.

Did he know that I was in such a big crisis?

If I had fallen into a state of obsession with money, would he have helped me?

Until I heard my father say, “From now on, you will be the next Cheonma,” I couldn’t be sure of anything.

Whether he knew my feelings or not, my father looked out the window and spoke about the greatness of Cheonmahosingong.

“When your life is in danger, Cheonmahosingong activates on its own. If Cheonmahosingong becomes great later, you will never die.”

The moment I heard that, one question came to my mind.

‘But why did my father die?’