Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 334

◈ Tathagata (1)

Before Mujin could interrogate the man who appeared to be Daeju, he had to first apply the golden elixir all over his body to treat his wounds.

Although there were no deep wounds, there were so many scratches that if left alone, he would have collapsed from excessive bleeding.

“Use it.”

As I applied ointment to the small wounds that had appeared, I found myself frowning in pain.

At the same time, questions arose.

‘It wasn’t that the senses were tasteless?’

I was sick.

It didn’t feel refreshing, it was dirty and bitter.

It wasn’t because of the adrenaline rush during a life-or-death battle.

If that was the case, it should have ended with no pain, but it was strange to feel a cool sensation.

And even now, apart from the bitter pain, I still felt a strange sensation of breathing through my skin.

Even though the battle was over and he was still recovering.

So then what on earth is going on?

As Mujin looked closely at his skin, which seemed to have pores that had not existed before, a memory from long ago came to mind.

In the past, when I was a young monk in Shaolin. A conversation from the day I was introduced to an external martial artist called Cheolpo-sam by my teacher, Beopgang.

At that time, Mujin asked Beopgang for a way to make the journey more smooth, and Beopgang introduced Cheolpo-sam.

There have been no cases of absorbing energy through the skin from cooked iron ginseng, but it may be possible.

And, the Okgeumgang technique that Mujin had mastered was further developed by Hyeon-gwang based on Cheolpo-sam.

‘… … As your level of skill in Okgeumgang has increased, you have become able to absorb energy through your skin?’

To be exact, from the beginning, whether it was Cheolpo Sam or Okgeumgang Gong, it was an external skill that absorbed energy through the skin.

However, it wasn’t something that could be controlled by itself, and the absorbed energy only strengthened things like the skin and bones.

Mujin realized it instinctively.

With just a little more practice, you can directly control the energy absorbed through your skin, or even turn the energy absorbed through your skin into internal energy.

As if it were drawn with air sucked in through the mouth or nose.

Of course, there were still questions.

Why on earth did Okgeumganggong’s achievement level suddenly go up?

And Mujin was able to find the answer to that question without difficulty.

‘… … Wijihak and Socheonju. And because I got beaten by this guy this time.’

Cheolposam was a method of strengthening the skin by consistently providing an appropriate level of stimulation.

Naturally, as the skin becomes stronger, the appropriate level of stimulation increases.

And this will also be the same for Okgeumganggong, which is based on Cheolpo Sam.

The Okgeumganggong, which was already considered to be at its limit, grew through being wounded and pierced multiple times by the attacks of powerful enemies.

‘Should we call this turning a disaster into a blessing?’

Mujin, who had lost all sense of humor, glanced at his own skin and laughed in vain.

If it was fate, then it was fate. Because for some unexpected reason, there was a possibility that I would become even stronger.

But I couldn’t help but laugh in vain.

It meant that you become stronger if you get hit like a dog with a sword by a master who can pierce through the Okgeumganggong and cause damage, but don’t die.

If you survive a close fight that leaves you on the verge of death, you become stronger.

‘It’s not like I’m some Saiyan from Dragon Ball.’

Without realizing it, Mujin was reminded of the comic books he had borrowed from a bookstore when he was young.

“… … Is it better?”

Come to think of it, I might face death threats several more times in the remaining battles with Shincheon.

Because the main masters of Shincheon still remained.

Perhaps because he had shaken off his distracting thoughts, Mujin was able to realize another important thing.

‘My Okgeumgang Gong achievements have increased, but why hasn’t my body shape shrunk?’

The higher the level of Okgeumganggong, the more the muscles are compressed. However, even looking at Donggyeong so far, I haven’t felt any muscle loss on the outside.

Rather, the more I exercised, the thicker my muscles felt.

“… …Wasn’t it a mistake?”

This could be explained if the muscles actually got bigger and stronger.

And conversely, it was also a situation that made no sense.

It was a realm that was difficult to reach even by systematically building muscle using modern exercise science theories.

But it is amazing that muscles can become stronger in such a harsh environment.

‘If you think about it, the very existence of Gi is nonsense in the first place.’

Okgeumganggong had the effect of absorbing energy through the skin and strengthening the skin, muscles, and blood vessels.

That’s why even if the skin compresses the muscles, the bones and blood vessels can withstand it.

But, that didn’t make sense in the first place. If there was no such thing as ‘gi’.

‘Is the energy absorbed through Okgeumganggong absorbed into the muscles as well as the skin and bones?’

So it could be that muscles could become compressed and stronger in ways that scientifically cannot explain.

Mujin burst into laughter after thinking that far.

“Grandfather. Did you really think this far when you created the Okgeumganggong?”

For some reason, Mujin thought that maybe Hyungwang could have done that.

And the smile on Mujin’s lips gradually grew deeper.

The achievements of Okgeumganggong could be further enhanced, and muscle strength could also be further strengthened.

In addition to that.

‘I thought that even that guy, Mu-gyeong, would be able to correct the gist to some extent.’

If Moo-gyeong could find a way to incorporate the Musangshin Kwon into other martial arts, he could become even stronger.

Of course, his intelligence wasn’t so great that he could immediately use the method that Mu-gyeong taught him, and his muscles and skin couldn’t become stronger in a short period of time.

At least, it seemed clear that there was a way to become stronger.

Meanwhile.

Samdaeju, who had collapsed next to Mujin with all his limbs broken and even his demon blood subdued, was looking at Mujin with shaking pupils.

No matter how I looked at it, Mujin looked like a crazy person, suddenly muttering to himself and laughing while applying the ointment to his skin.

Just then, Mujin, who had finished his treatment and meditation, turned his head and looked at the three continents.

“Now it’s your turn.”

I took out the spirit pill I had been keeping in my bag just in case.

Now, there were only a few pills left in Sacheondangga, so it was a medicine that had to be used carefully, but if it was enough for Daeju, it seemed worth using.

Mujin forced the bastard’s mouth open and forcibly shoved the simryongwan in, making him chew and swallow it, and released the bastard’s blood and demon blood.

Mujin asked after the bastard’s eyes had completely cleared of their glare.

“What is your position in Shincheon?”

“… …The three major ones.”

Mujin asked again as if confirming the other person’s answer.

“Then is the main river of Sincheon really Hyukjin River?”

“exactly.”

“Is Lee Dae-ju the leader of the Demonic Cult’s Gwangmyeongjwa?”

“exactly.”

“Then is the witch of the Apostolic Realm also your master?”

“She is the sixth continent.”

“Except for you, are those three the only ones left among the major shareholders?”

“As far as I know, yes.”

After Mujin finished understanding the main character, he asked for information about the person above him.

“Then, have you ever met God?”

“I only met you once, for a very brief moment.”

“How strong is God?”

“I couldn’t possibly guess.”

Mujin lightly clicked his tongue at the other person’s answer.

“Then do you know where God is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Even if it’s not where you are right now, where do you usually stay or reside?”

“I don’t know.”

“Phew.”

Mujin realized that it was impossible to reach the head in one go.

“Then, where is the landlord? No. Is the one who attacked the shaman and killed the Taegeuk Sword Master the landlord?”

“I heard so.”

At the other person’s answer, Mujin remembered the story he had heard from Cheongsu at Mt. Mudang.

“By any chance, was the landlord injured in the fight with the Taegeuk Sword Master?”

“I heard that.”

“Is it a serious injury?”

“I didn’t hear any specifics. I just heard that he needed to recover.”

“So, where is the guy recovering?”

“I don’t know.”

Mujin sighed as if he felt regret.

‘Still, it’s clear that the guy is injured. The worst has been avoided.’

Most of the major sects and families currently belonging to the Jeongmu Alliance were in a hurry to protect their headquarters, not knowing when they would be attacked by Shincheon.

But if the landlord was injured, it might be a little less worrisome.

Mujin, who had failed to find out the landlord’s whereabouts after Cheonju, asked with a half-given feeling.

“If so, do you know where Inju is?”

And surprisingly, the three great powers answered the question I asked with a feeling of giving up.

“I’m in Beijing.”

Mujin’s expression upon hearing that answer was incredibly bizarre.

‘… …Why Beijing of all places?’

The imperial palace of the empire was located in Beijing.

There was no law that said martial artists could not go to Beijing, but if they caused even the slightest armed conflict or acted out of turn there, there was a risk that the military, the Imperial Guard, and their fellow class would become entangled.

Of course, the Shincheon were traitors who dreamed of overthrowing the current royal family, but there was no guarantee that the royal family would believe them.

In the midst of fighting a war with the Shincheon people, a misunderstanding arose with the royal family, and they had to fight a war with them as well.

Just imagining it would have been a horrifying development.

‘I guess I’ll have to talk to the leader or the general about this problem first.’

Mujin, realizing that it was not something he could decide on his own, began to dig up additional information.

“Do you know the name Inju uses in Beijing, his description, or where he lives?”

“I don’t know anything.”

After that, Mujin asked several questions, but they were all things he already knew or trivial. No significant information came out after that.

Mujin, who realized that the effects of the Simryongwan were starting to wear off, asked one last time.

“Were there any additional assassins sent to Jang Cheong-hyeon?”

“If you kill all the watchers, there will be no more.”

“Watchers?”

Mujin frowned. The situation had become so urgent that he had not been able to search the entire area to find the watcher.

“What if we hadn’t dealt with the Watchers?”

“If the Watchers had remained and the Assassins had been defeated, the Watchers would have requested additional support, commensurate with your level of protection.”

At the three great leaders’ answer, Mujin let out a deep sigh.

“Whew. Things aren’t going smoothly.”

It seemed like the special agents had to move right away after finishing their morning meal and first aid.

“… … Please hold on, Mugung-ah.”

Mujin muttered as he looked at the sky in the direction of the Honam political alliance.

* * *

It’s been two days since I left Jangcheong County in Shandong.

Mugung and his party were running through the southern part of Hanam Province.

It was a very slow pace compared to the special forces that had arrived in Shandong from the Zhengwu Alliance in just two days, but this was an inevitable problem.

Baek Ga-ryeong’s escorts were of inferior martial arts skills compared to those who had been selected for the special task force, and Baek Ga-ryeong herself was not particularly physically fit.

No, he just regained some of his health thanks to learning the Extreme Yang Ji Gong. He was originally a very weak person who suffered from the Seven-syllable Pulse.

Just by making it this far in two days, you could tell they had done their best.

‘… … I think it’s starting to stabilize now?’

Rather, Mugung felt that it would be better to slow down.

There had been no raids for the past two days, and the movement had been remarkably peaceful.

Beside the infinite palace, there were guards who were exhausted from practicing lightness techniques.

“Ugh.”

“Ugh.”

To exaggerate a little, I was worried that I would collapse from exhaustion rather than an assassin’s attack.

But the person that worried Mugung the most was not the guards, but Baek Ga-ryeong.

She was moving alone in the carriage, but her face was slightly pale because she was moving so quickly and not able to rest properly.

Knowing that he was suffering from a serious chronic disease called Chil-eum-jeol-maek, I couldn’t help but be worried.

Take a moment to think about taking a break.

Mugung immediately raised his hand and signaled to stop.

But it wasn’t done to relax.

“Someone is approaching.”

Because I felt someone approaching from beyond the bushes next to the pipe.

As he was carefully examining each and every one of them to determine their true identities, Mugung’s face suddenly became distorted.

I don’t know about the others, but there was one person. There was a face mixed in that Mugung knew.

However, he was not a man I had ever met in person. I was just familiar with his face through a meeting at the Political Alliance.

Mugung swallowed his saliva once and asked the other person with a serious expression.

“Why did the leader of the Green Forest come to Hanam?”

Fantasy, Wuxia, Fusion,