Absolute Regression Chapter 775

Episode 775: I learned good martial arts

It had been a long time since I’d had a break, Geumwoojin.
Had I ever had such a pleasant and relaxing break?
Of course, I’d had countless breaks before.
But this moment felt more precious and pleasant than any other.
The reason was probably this.

Geum Woo-jin turned his head slightly and glanced at his son sitting next to him.
His son was still busily snapping his fingers under the chair, trying to cheer him up. And his attempts didn’t stop with the seagull and the crawling crab.

Shoooooooo!

From the sea in front of me, a pure white stream of water shot up into the sky.

Phew.

A large whale appeared above the water. Geum Woo-jin couldn’t hide his surprise. He hadn’t expected a whale to actually appear.

“Have you ever seen a whale?”
“I’ve only seen pictures of them in books.”
“And yet you made it look so real.”

Living uninhabited in the Central Plains, seeing a real whale wasn’t easy. Geom Woo-jin had seen a few whales in his youth, having wandered the Central Plains with his horse. Even then, since becoming the leader, today seemed to be his first time seeing a whale in person.

Geommu-geuk also saw whales several times in his life before returning, but most of them were fleeting glimpses.
There was one truly impressive sighting. He was reliving that intense memory.

Woof woof.

The whale let out a low, deep sound.
Geom Woo-jin looked back at his son. He hadn’t heard it himself, but he had a feeling a whale would make something like that. It sounded like the sea yearning for the sky.

“There’s a trick to this.”

Geommugeuk showed his father how to freely display the images he had conceived within the space-time teleportation technique.

How should the scepter be unfolded, and how should the mind and heart be nourished?
Geommu-geuk hoped that his father would somehow become more interested in this space-time transfer technique. Only then would he be able to use it in an emergency.

Geum Woo-jin listened to his son’s words and looked at the whale swimming across the sea.

“The whale looks lonely.”

As soon as those words fell out.

Phew!

Another jet of water gushed out, and another whale surfaced. The two whales swam, and small dolphins leaped around them.

Seeing this sight, Geum Woo-jin smiled without realizing it. Truly, it was the first time he’d ever seen such a sight.

It wasn’t just Geumwoojin who felt happy.
Geummu-geuk had been happiest when he was alone in this space. But now, he felt happier and more joyful than ever before. To feel such emotions here, of all places. It wasn’t just his father who was changing.

The whales had drifted away, and the waters had become calm again.
Geom Woo-jin stared out at the sea in silence. In the past, he would have already said, “Let’s just get out of here.” But those words never came.

“I’ll just stay a little longer and then go,” he thought, and as he sat there, Geum Woo-jin dozed off. And then he had a dream.

It was a dream of his youth. A time before he even became a cult leader.
And as if in a lucid dream, Geum Woo-jin looked at himself objectively. Had he ever smiled so brightly? Had he ever been so fiery in anger? Was he ever so good at expressing his emotions?

How long had he slept like that?
When he opened his eyes, Geommu-geuk was asleep next to him.
Geom Woo-jin was secretly surprised. Even though he had tricked himself with the time-space teleportation technique and was with his son,
this was the first time in his life he had ever napped so deeply without even realizing it.

The warm sun and cool breeze were still blowing.

‘Even while sleeping like this, I can still maintain my space-time teleportation skills.’

Geom Woo-jin could tell that his son’s time-space manipulation was truly masterful.
Naturally, this illusion was designed to kill. It was a Blood Cult illusion.
It was likely designed to lure in, surprise, and confuse the opponent, ultimately leading to an easy death.

But my son is using that terrifying martial arts as a resting place. He’s making a whale.

“When did you wake up?”

Geommu-geuk belatedly woke up, yawning.
Geom Woo-jin spoke with a mocking tone. He hadn’t said anything since he’d slept with them, though.

“Can a person be this careless?”
“If the enemy comes, Father will stop them.”

Clearly, the son must have seen that he fell asleep first and fell asleep after him, but he was pretending to fall asleep first and talking like that.

“Let’s get up now.”
“Yes, Father.”

Before leaving for the space-time transfer technique, Geommugeuk spoke to his father for the last time.

“Father, today was so good.”

Normally, he would have just nodded or not even responded.
But today, unlike usual, my father nodded and shared his impressions of the place.

“I liked it too.”

Geommu-geuk was deeply moved by his father’s words. He knew better than anyone that if he wasn’t truly good, he wouldn’t have said such things.

Seeing his son’s genuine delight at his words, Geum Woo-jin suddenly recalled the dreams he had of his youth. A time when he could say things like that without hesitation.

My son taught me something I’d forgotten.
Perhaps what I’ve learned from him over the years is how to express and express these emotions.

“I’ll go out first.”

When I tried to snap my fingers, my father stopped me.

“for a moment.”

That wasn’t the end of today’s event. Saying we were leaving didn’t mean we were leaving.

“I learned some good martial arts, so I should teach you some too, right?”

My father never accepted anything for nothing.
Geommugeuk waited for his next words, his heart pounding with anticipation.

“I will teach you the eight forms of the Nine-Hwa Demonic Arts.”

The Geommu-geuk’s eyes trembled. Nothing could shake his heart as much as the teachings of the Nine-Hwa-Ma-Gong.

“But isn’t it too early?”

The Seventh Form of the Nine-Handed Demonic Arts, from the Nine-Handed Demonic Arts to the Nine-Handed Demonic Arts, was the martial art used by the Heavenly Demonic Spirit.
Before leaving the school, my father had taught me the Seventh Form of the Demonic Spirit Creation, and he was already about to teach me the next form.

“Isn’t that how your fate is going?”

From those words, Geommugeuk knew. Because he had been transformed, he was being taught more quickly. Indeed, Geommugeuk’s prediction was accurate.

“Now that we’ve completely transformed, you’ll be able to understand the old rules more easily.”

Geum Woo-jin looked at his son and spoke calmly.

“From now on, I will teach you the eighth form of the Nine-Hwa Demonic Arts.”

After Geommugeuk politely bowed, he knelt down and listened.

“Get up.”

After waking up his son, Geum Woo-jin gave him an unexpected instruction.

“Try making a walking path. One with lots of changes along the way.”

Geommugeuk thought for a moment and then snapped his fingers.

Exactly.

Then, a small path appeared before the two. Beyond the path was a stream, and beyond that, a small field led to a bamboo forest. Beyond the bamboo forest, a waterfall.

“Let’s walk together.”

Surprisingly, my father taught me the art of the sword while we were walking.

Nine Fire Demons’ Eighth Form: Demon Soul Run

The second magic skill used by Cheonmahon.

“Mahon gallops through a new world, and all revere and admire him. True energy begins at the Cheonchu point. The initial start of true energy should be brisk and powerful. After passing through the Jungwan point, it should become heavy and solemn. By the Daechu point…”

Originally, the Gugyeol required intense concentration and memorization. Memorizing the already difficult Gugyeol while walking like this was no easy feat.

Moreover, my eighth form was more complex and difficult than my seventh form. My seventh form was already more complex and difficult than any of the nine forms I’d mastered up until then, but the eighth form was even more difficult.

Therefore, if you were to sit quietly and teach, you’d have to memorize it in its entirety. Its system and progression were completely different from existing martial arts, and many of its elements defied common sense, making it difficult to memorize.

But now it was different. My father passed on the teachings in a new way.

“When the true energy reaches Baekhaehyeol, a blue energy will appear before your eyes…….”

When teaching this part, I took a green leaf from a tree and threw it at the swordsman as if I was throwing a secret weapon.

“You must turn the energy back to the original state, but maintain a soft energy.”

When it was time to turn back, my father would turn around and touch the petals of the flowers blooming on the road behind him.

When teaching a part that requires skipping blood vessels, he would tell the story while crossing a stepping stone.

“……When the true energy passes through the famous bloodline, you must pull the energy in like a whirlwind.”

At that time, he spun his hand around and the tension from his father’s hand swirled and emitted towards the famous acupoint of the Geommu Geuk.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Even as he dodged the swordsman’s attack by flying, he memorized the spell precisely. In fact, he memorized it even better.

“……You must move coldly like autumn frost.”

When reciting this verse, my father would dip his hands in the stream.
For parts that required gentle yet powerful energy, he would bend and release a bamboo stick. When he needed to project a strong, solid energy, he would sit on a rock and teach.
Whenever there was a connection to the verse, he would always utilize it.

Because the difficult sentences harmonized with my father’s actions and surroundings, memorizing them was easy. No, it wasn’t just easy; I felt like I’d never forget them, even as time passed.
And this special memorization also imprinted the father’s heart for his son.

That precious lesson ended when the long walk ended and we returned to where we started.

“I think I’ve memorized all the rules.”

To confirm, Geom Woo-jin asked him various questions about the verse. He carefully inquired whether he had memorized the difficult parts, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face. His father’s expression spoke volumes. His memorization was flawless.

“No, Father. How did you learn the secret to passing down the verses while taking these walks? I memorized them much better.”
“Ever since I was young, whenever I had something difficult to memorize, I did it that way. I used other objects around me to memorize it.”
“Thanks to that method, I memorized them all.”
“Even with that method, it’s impossible to memorize all those difficult verses in such a short time. I expected it would take three walks.”

Of course, memorizing the formula and embodying it within the body were two different things.
Because it required a completely new way of activating internal energy, I asked my father about parts of the sword dance that I didn’t understand. As always, my father answered my questions wholeheartedly.

Recently, whenever my father and I discussed the subject of Confucianism, one of us had achieved profound enlightenment.
Because of this, our conversations were all the more profound, and even when we discussed the same topics as before, we gained new insights and lessons.

After the dialogue with his father ended, Geommu-geuk understood the nine-fold law without a hitch. His memory had definitely improved, and so had his comprehension.
The transformation had clearly taken effect. While it would have taken several times longer under normal circumstances, he mastered the Seven-Four-Seven …

My father never asked how long it took him to master the eight-step technique. He had a strong competitive spirit, and I didn’t want to hurt his pride.

But this time, it seemed like it was something to be proud of, not something that hurt my father’s pride.

“Of all the demonic cult leaders in history, you’re probably the one who mastered the Eight Forms the fastest. It took you this long to get here, and it took you this long to master the Eight Forms.”

Clearly, the emotion on my father’s face was closer to pride than surprise.
The sword dance gave credit to my father.

“Of all the demonic cult leaders of all time, my father was the one who made it easiest for me to memorize and understand my eight forms.”

The Sword Dance was truly a joy. The completion of the Nine-Handed Demonic Cult meant that I was becoming a true warrior, and also a leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

“As I’ve said before, the power of the Heavenly Demon Soul is determined by how well you understand the nine principles. Therefore, you must never neglect to understand and cultivate the nine principles whenever you have time.”

This means that at least for the last three stages, there’s no need to summon the Heavenly Demon Spirit and train separately. It all depends on how deeply you understand it.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Okay, let’s go now.”

Geommugeuk snapped his fingers first.

Exactly.

Then, a world emerged within the space-time teleportation technique my father had created. Because he had created it again and again within the space-time teleportation technique.

Exactly.

This time, Geom Woo-jin snapped his fingers, and he finally returned to reality. It was his father’s personal training center, where Geom Mu-geuk had first visited.

The two men left the training ground and started fighting.

“Father, I have two goals regarding the Heavenly Demon Spirit.”
“What are they?”
“As I said before, the first is to talk to the Heavenly Demon Spirit.”

Last time, my father told me that among the heavenly demons of all time, there were some that spoke.

“The second goal is to make the Thousand Horse Spirit smaller. About the size of a person.”
“And then?”
“So they can travel together like friends.”

Geum Woo-jin shook his head with a look of absurdity, as he had never thought of such a thing before.

“Yeah, maybe you.”

In the past, I would have thought it was crazy, but now I have a feeling that I might be seeing something as absurd as that.

“But where are you going now?”
“I have to go catch up on some work.”
“Just take a break today. The school will still run smoothly.”

My father answered as he walked towards me.

“Why would that work?”

My father walked towards Cheonmajeon without mentioning that it was because of his usual efforts.

Geommugeuk stood there and watched his father’s back, then spoke loudly.

“Father, my already smart son has learned this valuable memorization technique, so I’m sure he’ll continue to prosper. Thank you so much!”

My father stopped walking for a moment and answered without looking back.

“Let’s say it’s my thanks for letting me see the whale.”

Yes, of all the unforgettable moments today, I will never forget the moment I spent watching whales with my father.

“Just let me know anytime. I’ll have them on standby.”

Father walked toward the Cheonma Hall. I couldn’t see his face, but I wondered if he was smiling.

The sword dance master’s gaze turned to the sky.
He had finally mastered the eighth form of the Nine Fire Demons.

Now only my last old one remains.