The next day, I went to Cheonmajeon early to see my father.

My father was not in Daejeon, but in his personal training center.

I was waiting outside until he finished his training.

“Come in.”

My father, who had heard of my visit, let me into the training center. I was nervous as I entered. It was my first time entering my father’s personal training center.

At that moment, as I entered,

My father, who was in the middle of the training center, rushed toward me.

The first technique my father used was the Myungwangbo.

The black Cheonma sword flew in there.

Cheonma holding the Cheonma sword and using the Myungwangbo to attack someone?

It was an attack that no matter who the opponent was, they could not survive.

The moment it flashed, the situation was over.

The Cheonma sword was suspended in midair.

I was standing right next to the Cheonma sword. It was close enough that my breath could be seen on the blade. I avoided my father’s attack with the flashing sword.

In the fight between the King of Hell and the Flashing Bo, did Flashing Bo win? Of course not.

It was an attack that I could barely dodge in the first place.

“You keep targeting this handsome face.”

“Anyone targeting you from outside will not be as merciful as I am.”

“Thank you for saving my life.”

I looked around my father’s training ground as if nothing had happened.

“I thought there would be something special, but there isn’t.”

There really was nothing.

There were only a few swords, swords, and spears standing on the walls of the empty space.

“At least not a single training doll standing there.”

“Why keep something that isn’t needed?”

Well, I train while imagining imaginary enemies. Would my father be any different?

At that moment, I noticed the iron plate attached to the wall.

It was a span thick and had a fist dented into it, and surprisingly, it was made of eternal iron.

“Oh my gosh! How strong must your fists be? This is perpetual abuse.”

“Stop talking nonsense and come here.”

There was a reason my father brought me to the training ground.

“Open the Wind God’s Four Treasures.”

“Yes.”

Since I didn’t have many opportunities to receive my father’s teachings, I did my best to open the Wind God’s Four Treasures.

The Wind God’s Four Treasures consisted of four main forms, but each form contained over nine hundred changes. Depending on the interpretation, the changes could increase or decrease.

Depending on how you interpreted and utilized those changes, the movements would change slightly, and ultimately, the power of the Wind God’s Four Treasures would change. This is why the same martial arts feel and power differ depending on who uses them.

When I finished the first form, my father was in awe. It was probably because my achievements were higher than he had thought.

I talked with my father about the first forms I had used.

At first, it was simply a discussion about whether to put more force on the feet or not, and whether to turn the waist faster or not.

I told him exactly what I thought. There were some parts that went against my father’s opinion, but surprisingly, my father had a very flexible way of thinking.

He showed his instincts on the spot, just as I said.

“I think the correct interpretation is to put more force on the right foot, as you said.”

At this moment, when we were talking about martial arts, my father felt like a different person. He was free, generous, and rational.

I talked to my father about the Fengshen Sabo for a long time.

I was so absorbed in the conversation that I felt hungry before the discussion about martial arts ended.

When the conversation ended, I felt that my Fengshen Sabo had grown even further.

“Thank you for giving me such great teachings. This favor is…….”

I will repay you by killing the Hwamugi.

“I will pay you back with money later.”

My father suddenly said to me, “Eat some food and go.”

I was startled for a moment.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“I heard it from my father for the first time. He said let’s eat together.”

“Everything is surprising.”

My father left the training center first. As my father said, I thought everything was touching, but honestly, I was touched.

I had a meal with my father.

I thought he would serve a sumptuous feast, but there weren’t as many dishes as I thought. It was a really neat table.

“There’s more food, so eat a lot.”

“Yes.”

I ate without being whiny. Since it wouldn’t be a frequent opportunity, I tried to remember this moment well.

My father gave me a strange look as I ate quietly, and then continued to eat in silence.

Well, when I was with my father, I would play around, joke around, and be whiny even on purpose.

But at this moment, my father and I, who were on the verge of regression, were eating. Old man to man, man to man. And yet, as father and son.

‘Father… … I missed this moment.’

I had never missed it before. But it was only when this moment came that I realized. Deep inside, I had been missing this place.

That’s how I finished my historic first meal with my father. This first meal without a single word will never be forgotten.

After the meal, my father asked me.

“Did you like the side dish?”

Now it was time to return to my usual self.

“Would you like to switch places with me?”

Im Sook-soo, don’t be upset. I was just joking.

“No problem.”

“Haha.”

I drank the alcohol that came ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) with my father.

“You drank alcohol at Doma and Magachon?”

“Yes.”

My father really knows everything I do on campus.

“How much do you trust him?”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t know about him. No matter how transparent someone may seem, you shouldn’t be proud of knowing him.”

When I answered as my father had taught me, my father made a satisfied expression. He was worried that I might get stabbed in the back if I trusted Doma.

“Why did you come to see me today?”

It had been more than four hours since I had come to see my father, and I finally received this question.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Tell me.”

“Please add one more family member to me.”

My father made a face as if he was saying something ridiculous.

“Do you mean you want to get married?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“I want to teach the Bicheon Swordsmanship to Ian, the receiver.”

I was planning to teach Ian the Bicheon Swordsmanship that I had achieved great success in. You need to learn Bicheon Swordsmanship to be able to keep your position as the King of Demons.

The problem is that Bicheon Swordsmanship is a martial art that is only passed down to Cheonma’s blood relatives. You can’t pass it down without your father’s permission.

“You really gossip about your blood relatives behind their backs, but you want to treat Sushin Wi as your family?”

“Yes. He is more precious than your blood relatives. And he is someone who will accomplish great things in the future.”

“Bicheon Swordsmanship is your exclusive martial art, is that okay?”

“My exclusive martial art will be Guhwa Demon Art.”

All of these processes of trying to take over Hyeolcheon Doma and Ilhwa Swordsman, putting Jangho on the throne of Demon Lords, and establishing a new Demonic Domain will all be in vain if I don’t become the successor.

In the end, all of these things are ultimately for the sake of gaining my father’s approval. Only by becoming the successor and learning Guhwa Demon Art will I be able to deal with Hwamugi.

“You are so confident.”

“He is someone who is worth teaching.”

“In what way?”

“He is a better person than me.”

My father was silent for a moment, perhaps because it was an unexpected answer.

After drinking a glass of alcohol, my father asked.

“Are you planning to make that child the head of your private organization?”

“Yes, that is correct. There may be some demons who are eliminated by me in the future. I will fill that gap with my private organization. So please allow me.”

Then my father responded cheerfully.

“Good.”

At first, I thought I had misheard. I thought he wouldn’t give permission so easily.

“Are you really saying that I can teach Ian the Bicheon Sword Technique?”

I checked again, but my father nodded silently. I thought he would give permission only if he completed the mission with some condition… … Why did he give permission so easily?

“In return, promise me one thing.”

“Give me the order.”

“If you decide to kill the next Ma-zon, you must tell me. Any Ma-zon.”

It was an easy promise. No, I was going to do it even if I didn’t make a promise. I didn’t plan on killing the Ma-zons without my father’s permission.

“Yes, I will definitely do it.”

“You called me?”

After receiving permission from my father, I immediately called Ian to my personal training center.

“Do you know why I called you?”

“Yes, I have a rough idea.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it a test of what I’ve trained so far?”

It was a natural guess since I called him to the training center.

“How? Are you ready?”

“I trained as hard as I could.”

“Other than that.”

“Huh?”

“Are you ready to learn a new martial art?”

Ian was taken aback for a moment. His surprise soon turned into excitement. Learning the martial arts of ascension, what could be more exhilarating and exciting for a warrior than this?

“Gwiyeongdaeju Ian.”

“Yes.”

“I will now teach you the Bicheon Sword Technique.”

Ian, who had been dazed for a moment, screamed in shock.

“Eww!”

It was the most surprising moment since I met her.

“No! Bicheon Sword Technique is a martial art that is only taught to the blood relatives of Cheonma. If you teach me the martial art, the cult leader will beat me to death. The young master will also be greatly scolded. If you intend to teach me secretly, then give up. There are no secrets in the world. Even if the secret is kept, I cannot learn it.”

When she poured out her words, I asked her with a smile.

“Are you done with what you want to say?”

“There is more, but I will tell you this. No! Absolutely not!”

I told her with a smile.

“I got permission from my father.”

“Yes?”

Ian’s eyes widened. I felt that her expressions were really varied as I watched her surprised face. There were many expressions of her surprise, but this surprise was something I had never seen before.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“That can’t be.”

“If you have doubts, come with me and check.”

Ian, who was most afraid of his father in the world, waved his hand and backed away.

“You’d rather kill me.”

“I don’t hate you enough to lie about something like this. The decisive factor is that what I said was true. Should I tell you the oil?”

“What?”

“You’re right. If you pass it on without permission, you’ll die. I wouldn’t put you in that kind of danger.”

Ian must have had that much faith in me.

“You really got permission?”

“Yes.”

Ian’s eyes wavered.

“But Bicheongeomsul is the master’s unique martial art. Why are you passing it on to me?”

“Of course, to become a master of the Guiyeongdaeju, you need to learn this level of martial arts. And… … You’re like my blood relative. So you can learn it.”

At that moment, Ian felt a surge of emotion.

“Master.”

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. I’m going to use you for sure in the future. So don’t be too happy.”

“How dare you learn the master’s martial arts?”

“My unique martial art will be Guhwamagong. So you can learn it without any burden.”

Eventually, tears fell from Ian’s eyes.

“I’ve never had someone treat me so… so… preciously…”

I lightly patted Ian’s back, who couldn’t continue speaking. Ian cried loudly. It seemed like something that had been building up deep inside his heart had burst out. I let him cry as much as he wanted.

After she had cried and calmed down, I taught her the Bicheon Sword Technique.

The martial arts training was conducted in the form of eum.

- The Bicheon Sword Technique consists of eight basic techniques that contain the changes and energy of the sky. Think of your danjeon as the sky, and expand it as much as possible. Your true energy should flow like the wind, and at times, it should be as strong as a spring breeze, and at times, as a typhoon passing by. The beginning of your history is… … .

When the clever Ian repeated the words five times, he perfectly memorized the nine rules of the Bicheon Sword Technique.

“The nine rules should be able to answer right away even if you poke me in the side while you’re sleeping. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Ian will work hard to the death, and if I teach him from time to time, Ian’s skills will improve by the day.

“And this.”

I took out a small wooden box from my bosom and held it out to her.

“What is this?”

“Open it.”

Inside the wooden box she opened was a poisoned drink. It was one of the poisoned drinks she had taken from the secret safe of the Golden Jangju.

“What is it?”

“It’s a poisoned drink.”

“Huh? That precious poisoned drink?”

“Yes. From now on, if you meet someone who is at risk of poisoning or uses poison, bite it and fight.”

“Why me?”

“This is a gift to celebrate your official acquisition of the Bicheon Swordsmanship.”

“No! I have already learned martial arts, so I can’t accept something this precious!”

“You have to take it.”

“Why?”

“I’ll give it to someone who’s not as close to you as I am. I can’t give it to someone else if I didn’t give it to you.”

“That’s strange logic, isn’t it?”

“Okay, then I’ll come back later to take the test on what I learned. Don’t slack off on your training.”

I hurriedly left before this place became a sea of ​​tears again.

I felt a heat beyond emotion and gratitude behind me.

I looked forward to the future that that heat had created. At least I wouldn’t let it become the heat that would throw its body away for me. So… … .

Be strong, Ian!