Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 304

◈ If we come together we live, if we split we die (1)

A village where the Southerners were driven out and the Demon Cultists settled in.

A shadow has entered the building where the Red Flame King resides.

Surprisingly, none of the demon cultists standing guard near the Red Flame King’s residence noticed the shadow’s presence.

An ambitious moment. The Red Flame King bowed to the shadow that had entered without making any noise.

“Have you been there?”

The one who came to find the Red Flame King, united with darkness, was a young man called Socheonju.

He had gone out the previous morning saying he would take the elixir, but he returned only after a full half day had passed and it was evening.

The Red Flame King, who had paid homage to the Little Lord, raised his head and cautiously opened his mouth after seeing the Little Lord’s eyes.

“By any chance, was there a problem with the elixir?”

It was because his pupils were slightly tinted red.

Moreover, since he had been away for almost a day, it seemed like it took a long time to absorb the elixir, so such a question could not help but arise.

To the Red Flame King’s question, So Cheon-ju answered with a bitter smile.

“It was a pretty strong elixir, but it’s nothing special, so don’t worry about it.”

If you were young and first started learning the new art and absorbing elixirs, you might have had a hard time in many ways. This is because the balance of yin and yang was often broken.

But now that he had reached a certain level, he was a small celestial being who could sufficiently suppress this level of imbalance.

If I hadn’t been able to control myself to this extent in the first place, I wouldn’t have been able to sneak out and move like I am now.

“Ah. And while I was looking for a place to take the elixir, I found a place with strangely off energy.”

“Perhaps, this is the house where the apostates are hiding, Your Majesty.”

At the words of the Red Flame King, Socheonju smiled with a bloody scent.

“Hehehe. I thought so, so I went in and personally destroyed the formation there. There were a lot of rascals there, so I cleaned them up, but unfortunately, that guy from the Goyang gang wasn’t there.”

To be exact, I went there thinking it was a good place to absorb the elixir, but it turned out that there were apostates hiding there.

And because I wanted to absorb the elixir quickly, I just killed everything I could find and absorbed the elixir on the spot.

Socheonju explained today’s events in a way that was favorable to him.

“Ah. By the way, did you find the location of the Shaolin Dragon?”

“… … He showed up once more around dawn, but all traces have disappeared.”

“Tsk. It seems the Demonic Cult is a den of incompetent people.”

So Cheon-ju clicked his tongue lightly and moved towards the bed.

“Once you find the location of the Shaolin Dragon, wake him up.”

He had lost interest in any martial artist other than Shaolin Shenlong.

To be exact, I wasn’t interested in anything other than elixirs in the first place.

They were only slightly interested in the Shaolin Dragon, who had interfered with their plans several times.

‘I wish he had a little taste for tearing to death.’

The ones I killed in the cave this morning were so weak. It felt like I was killing flies or mosquitoes, not people.

That is why Socheonju was hoping that the Shaolin Dragon, who had interfered with Inju’s plans and killed several of the great lords, would be able to enjoy a little bit of the taste.

* * *

Mujin muttered as he looked at the throat of a child abandoned in a cave.

“Is it some kind of suction cup?”

If you were to choose a technique that could create a throat without bleeding or wounds, the first thing that comes to mind was the suction technique.

Of course, I lumped them all together as suction cups, but there were various types.

As far as Mujin knew, there was the Blood Demon’s Heavenly Blood Absorption Method that had taught the Golden Usage to Mu-gyeong.

However, whatever the type, the most certain thing was that all absorption holes were classified as ‘magic holes’.

Aside from the fact that the caster became possessed by magic and became a madman, the technique itself was too vicious.

In that sense, the person who created that wooden sword might have been a member of the Demonic Cult.

During the civil war of the Demonic Cult, there is a high probability that such a thing will happen, as there is a wooden spoon in the middle of the corpses of apostates.

‘For some reason, I keep thinking about that guy that Goyangpae mentioned.’

A great master of the same age as Guyangpae, as spoken of by Guyangpae.

At that age, it felt unrealistic to think that he could surpass Guyangpae, but with the help of the suction cup, it was possible.

The ‘crack’ sound made by Mujin’s fist as he looked at what appeared to be the corpse of a child echoed throughout the quiet cave.

The exact identity of the man that Guyangpae spoke of is still unknown.

It could be a secret power raised by the Demonic Cult, a disciple of a hermit master from Namman, or a master from Shincheon who did not appear in the novel.

But it no longer mattered what the bastard’s identity was.

“Now there is a solid reason to kill him.”

At least, there was no reason to let a guy who did something like that to an innocent child live. Even if he had no connection to Shincheon.

If he had reached a level where he could surpass the Goyangpae in terms of absorption, he would have been a terrible villain who could not even guess how many children he would have killed.

* * *

After burying the corpses of the apostates and the children, Mujin and Muyul left the cave.

I wanted to give him a proper funeral, but circumstances did not allow for it, so I had to do it in a simple manner.

The two of them walked through the night forest without fail, following the scent of Shaolin.

Of course, there were demon cultists patrolling throughout the forest, but thanks to Lingling and Muyul’s uncanny senses, they were able to avoid their path.

It would have been impossible if the cultists were moving around in a dense crowd, but the cultists were also limited in number, and above all, they had no choice but to spread out widely in order to monitor the entire wide area.

After moving like that for a while, they were able to arrive near another hideout.

“Hmm? The smell is definitely coming from this direction.”

Moo-ryul blinked his eyes with a confused expression. It was because there seemed to be nothing in the place where the smell was.

“It must be a formula.”

Since the previous Ankana hideouts had all been spread out in formation, Mujin headed to the place that Muyul had pointed out.

Sure enough, as Mujin had expected, after taking a few steps forward, a giant tree appeared in the previously empty space.

And from between the roots of that giant tree, a tunnel formed and someone poked his head out.

“Mujin-ah!”

The one who suddenly raised his head like a mole was none other than Mu-gyeong.

“How many more people are inside?”

When Mujin asked Mukyung, pointing to the tunnel he had come out of, Mukyung answered.

“Including me, there are twelve.”

“Are there any injured people?”

“… … There are many people with minor injuries. There are three people who are injured to the point where they can barely move.”

While the two were talking, people began to emerge from the tunnel one by one.

Among them were men dressed in the clothes of the Red Tiger Corps, and there were also disciples of Shaolin and shamans.

Mujin briefly explained the situation to them.

“It’s good to be spread out like this to buy time, but if our location is discovered, we run the risk of being defeated in vain. So now we’re going to gather in one place again and shake them up.”

“It’s good to gather, but where should we gather?”

Mujin answered the question of the Shaolin disciple.

“I know where the monk Oedangju and the others are hiding. I’m thinking of moving there first.”

“Do you know how to get there?”

In response to the following question, Mujin pointed to Muyul and said.

“Mu-ryul knows.”

Then, Moo-ryul tilted his head and asked back.

“Huh? Me?”

At that bright answer, silence fell for a moment.

“… … Didn’t you remember?”

“Hehehe. You forgot how you came?”

“That, what are you looking for by smell?”

“There are similar smells mixed here and there, so I can’t tell which one exactly is the smell of the monk from the outside world. Didn’t I just pick one of the similar smells and bring it here?”

Mujin was speechless at Muyul’s answer, which seemed so obvious.

‘I’m a real person. Who would have thought that Mu-ryul would remember all those roads?’

When Mujin was blaming himself, thinking that he should have drawn a map while moving.

The Red Tiger member who had been listening to the story carefully raised his hand.

“I… … Is that monk, the head of the other sect, the one who moved with our sect leader at the end? I know where our sect leader moved to.”

Mujin nodded his head urgently at the welcome news he was hearing.

* * *

Since there were Red Tiger members who knew where to return to, they prepared themselves and left the hideout.

Those who were still in good health began to move while supporting the injured, but surprisingly, they were not discovered by the cultists.

‘Wow. There’s no such thing as a human detector.’

Because Mu-yul and Ling-ling, and even Mu-gyeong, were there with them.

Lingling and Muyul boast a sense of smell and hearing that is beyond human level (Lingling is not human to begin with).

In addition, since he was accompanied by a genius with exceptional acuity, he was able to easily detect the cultists moving at a distance of several dozen chapters.

In order to approach while avoiding the senses of those three, it seemed that one would need to have mastered stealth skills at least on a level similar to that of the King of Murder.

In that way, Shijinyeo moved to avoid the wide but strict surveillance net of the demonic cultists.

They were able to reach the hideout where Hyun-Hyeon and Jeok-Ho-Dan-Ju were resting without difficulty.

“You’ve worked hard, Mujin.”

“No, Master. Rather, since there is still time until the sun rises, I think it would be better to go and come back one more time.”

“Okay, this time I’ll join you. I’ve had a good day of rest, so my body has recovered somewhat.”

Mujin shook his head at Hyunhyeon’s words.

“Since we have to move secretly, it would be better if we had fewer people. This time, we will only take Mu-yul, Ling-ling, and Mu-gyeong.”

With three people who could be called human detectors, it seemed like we could complete the mission without much fighting.

“… … I’m injured too?”

Of course, there was no such thing as unconditional consent.

* * *

In the end, Mu-gyeong, Mu-yul, and Ling-ling were forced to leave their hiding place again by Mu-jin.

In addition, the Red Tiger Lord was also with the three.

I tried to avoid being seen with the cultists as much as possible, but it was unavoidable.

‘There’s no guarantee that there will be any enemy members who know this location this time.’

What’s the point of getting to the hideout if you can’t bring out those hiding there?

I thought about drawing a map and moving, but it was too difficult to maintain a sense of direction in the thick forest paths of Namman.

‘Well, thanks to the three human detectors, we won’t get caught anyway.’

Mujin, who had rationalized things to some extent, set out with Muyul, Mukyung, and Jeokhodanju to find his group.

And after moving for quite some time again, we were able to arrive near the place where the group was hiding.

“shit.”

Nearby, another figure was heard approaching the hideout.

It seems that the Demonic Cult members weren’t all idiots, as their hideout had finally been discovered.

* * *

The elders of the shamans, the disciples of the shamans, and Mugung, who was hiding with the members of the Red Tiger Corps, were the first to feel uneasy.

Indeed, as I left the hideout, I could vaguely see the figures of the cultists approaching me, covered in black, through the darkness.

“I will stop it! Get out of the way!”

When Mugung shouted without hesitation, the Shaolin monks who were with him responded with startled voices.

“What are you talking about!”

“How can you be protected by a traitor!”

In terms of distribution, the rank of Mu-gung was the lowest among those here.

In a way, Mugung was a child who needed to be protected.

However, Mugung’s thoughts were different.

‘I am the descendant of Master Hye-dam, the leader of the 108 Arhats.’

There is no law that says one must belong to the same party as their teacher or sage, but at some point, Mugung accepted that path.

The trigger may have been the experience of guarding Baekga-ryeong in Guangxi Province.

From then on, I realized that it was more rewarding to protect someone than to become a martial arts master and travel the world.

Even with the many wounded here, the rank didn’t matter. These were just people he had to protect.

“No one will be able to pass through here until they kill me!!”

The curiously shouted Mugung drew up the heavy, hot energy that had settled in his danjeon.

The moment when the lava-like energy ran through his entire body’s blood vessels and grew in size, his internal energy, which had reached its limit, gathered in his long heart.

bang!!

A giant flame-shaped statue resembling that of the Buddha advanced, consuming the darkness.

* * *

bang!!!

A huge explosion and intense flames light up the field of vision.

“Wow! It’s fireworks!!”

Mu-ryul shouted something so exciting and went towards the direction where the fireworks were rising.

“It looks like the martial arts of the Infinite Swordsman have been revealed again?”

Moo-kyung noticed who had started the fire and had a pleasant expression on his face.

On the other hand, Mujin’s face was distorted without mercy.

“Just advertise that we’re here, you damn fool.”

With that level of flame, it was clear that even the guys hundreds of yards away would flock here.

Fantasy, Wuxia, Fusion,