Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 348

◈ Truth (3)

The martial arts books that the last emperor of the Hwan dynasty gathered to create the evil martial arts called Heonwonshindan Gong.

It is highly likely that some of them have passed on to the current royal family.

It was shocking news in many ways, but the most pressing issue at hand was not the imperial family.

“Then, are all the martial arts you taught to your subordinates and the new recruits you gave them based on the information in those books?”

Socheonju answered Mujin’s question.

“We brought some of them with us, but more than half of them were found later.”

“There were quite a few of those things, huh?”

“… … About half of them didn’t even exist. And most of the things I found were not as good as what was written in the book.”

What came to Mujin’s mind when he heard Socheonju’s answer was Dowolcheon’s black sword.

‘… Was this the reason why Do-Wol-Cheon’s black sword was left abandoned in the original?’

It is possible that abstract information about the black sword was written in one of the books collected in the Hwan Nation.

After some tracking, they discovered that the black sword was a heirloom of a small sect called Cheonsomun, but after stealing it, it seemed to have been regarded as just another weapon.

At the same time, many thoughts of disgust came to mind.

“You’ve been avoiding the royal family’s eyes for over a hundred years, rummaging through the books you stole and growing your power? You really are a wicked bunch.”

A bitter smile appeared on Socheonju’s lips at the sentiment expressed by someone on Mujin’s behalf.

“I guess it’s all thanks to you guys.”

“???”

As expected, everyone looked at So Cheon-ju with puzzled eyes, and he laughed with an expression that showed he had half given up.

“I heard that the first God and his subjects did not even have the time to properly create and maintain the organization called Shincheon. They were just busy running away to avoid the eyes of the imperial family. It was thanks to the Jeongma War that we were able to properly create the organization called Shincheon.”

“Are you talking about the Great Battle of Jeongma that happened forty years ago?”

“Huh. You’ve been in hiding for over sixty years.”

When everyone in the conference room had surprised expressions on their faces, Mujin realized that something was strange.

And then, some information I had heard from Guyangpae in Namman came to mind.

“Are you talking about the Great Battle of Jeongma that took place a hundred years ago? I heard that after the Huan Dynasty was driven out and the current imperial family took over, the Great Battle of Jeongma broke out soon after, and as a result, the Demonic Cult was pushed back to Xinjiang.”

“Hehehe. For someone who fights so ignorantly, you know a lot.”

He continued speaking, looking at all the political figures gathered in the conference room as if he was looking at a stray dog.

“The Jeongma War was originally caused by the current imperial family’s collusion. The current imperial family joined hands with the martial artists to drive us out. They were worried that they would suffer the same fate, so they incited your fight. After that, you fell for the imperial family’s tricks and fought among yourselves. However, thanks to that, we were able to catch our breath, so the imperial family is just as stupid. Hahaha.”

When the royal family was pouring their energy into instigating conflicts among the martial artists, and the martial artists were fighting among themselves over territory.

Shincheon dug into the gap and gradually gained strength.

However, all he had as a traitor were the bare minimum of travel expenses and a few hundred books.

In addition, it was not easy to build up strength in a situation where one must never be noticed by the royal family or the martial arts world.

“How could it not be funny when you do the same stupid thing twice?”

Forty years ago, the Great War broke out again.

And since that incident, Shincheon has been able to rapidly increase its power.

He sowed discord among the Jeongsa-ma, quickly gained strength by exploiting the gaps, and discovered various divine skills, elixirs, and new weapons written in books.

Shincheon, who lost a third of his power to make Hyeon-gwang a cripple, had only a tenth of his power at that time compared to Shincheon now.

To be precise, compared to Shincheon before he lost his power to Mujin.

“It was thanks to you that the current Lord Nana was able to properly learn the Hyeonwon Shindan technique. Before the second Jeongma War broke out, it wasn’t easy to obtain elixirs. Hahaha.”

Socheonju kept moving his mouth like a crazy person. However, he had not completely lost his mind.

“All of this is because of your greed and ignorance. Hahaha. Because of your stupidity and greed, God has already obtained the power to reach the heavens, so now all that is left for you is destruction!”

The little lord who had been screaming in anger suddenly turned his head to the side and glared at Mujin, who was breaking his bones like tree branches, as if he was going to kill him.

“You too. God will not leave you alone.”

This was the last hope that the little lord believed in.

Of course, he did not believe that God would save him.

In the first place, to God, he was nothing more than a substitute to lead the new world when God’s lifespan ends.

However, the fact remains that it will at least bring despair and pain to those who have oppressed, tortured, and tormented it.

Mujin, who was looking into Socheonju’s eyes filled with absolute malice, snickered and grabbed Socheonju’s remaining finger.

“Where are you threatening me with the hostage topic?”

“Kuaaaah!!”

“If you are such a great God, you don’t mind spitting out the information anyway, right? Right?”

“Eeeeek!!!”

“So tell me, where is the headquarters of God?”

Asking that, Mujin opened his mouth again, this time trampling Socheonju’s toes with his heel.

“What is the name of the person who is hiding in Beijing? Where is the injured landowner hiding? Huh? How about telling them all now?”

Between the endless questions that continued, Socheonju’s screams echoed incessantly.

* * *

After continued interrogation, Mujin left the unconscious Socheonju Jo Geon-yang in the care of the doctor.

It wasn’t particularly sad to see him passed out.

It was a measure to obtain some necessary information and to keep it alive in case it might be useful later.

When I returned to the conference room, leaving Socheonju in the hands of the assemblyman.

An odd silence fell there.

In particular, Hwang Bo-ak’s face was filled with confusion.

As the head of the Hwangbo family, one of the pillars of the Gupailbang and Odaeseaga clans, he was thought to be aware of most of the events that occurred in the Central Plains.

For some reason, I felt like a frog in a well and my head started to spin.

Namgung Chang-hwi was also shocked to hear the news, but perhaps because of his natural disposition, he did not show any sign of surprise.

Mujin, who had been scanning the conference room for a moment, spoke first.

“What do you plan to do now, General?”

To Mujin’s question, Zhuge Wuhuan gave an unexpected answer.

“Well… … I don’t think this matter will be decided easily.”

Unlike Zhuge Wuhwan, who always decided on the best answer and subtly won people over with his rhetoric, this time he chose an answer that was a step back.

That’s why I asked the first thing that came to Mujin’s mind.

“How about going to the imperial family instead? You said there was no evidence last time, but now there are conditions, right?”

“If the probability of failure was nine percent back then, it is now at best five percent. In a situation where the imperial family’s power and reactions cannot be predicted, it seems a bit risky to bet on a mere five percent chance.”

“Why is it that you can only do this? Now, you have even discovered the true identity of the person in question.”

During the interrogation of Socheonju, the identity of the person hiding in Beijing was discovered.

Surprisingly, Inju was not an official receiving a salary from the imperial family. He was the head of a Confucian school called Liu Shui Yuan, located in the bustling area of ​​Beijing.

A place where students interact and mingle, and share knowledge.

That is why, even though Inju was not a government official, he had connections with various scholars and government officials.

Although he was not an official and could not exert influence on the imperial family, he was able to use his connections to obtain various information about the imperial family, which may have been the most necessary role for Shincheon.

In addition to the fact that the previous imperial family had a descendant named Jo Geon-yang, there was also information that a reactionary was gathering information in the heart of Beijing. This was perfect evidence to convince the imperial family, but for some reason, Zhuge Wu-hwan was still negative.

“There is no way to know whether Socheonju would give the same answer in front of the Emperor. We could torture him in front of the Emperor, but there is no way to know whether the Emperor would believe the answer he gets from torture.”

“… … Isn’t torture a common occurrence even in the imperial court? I understand that it is not uncommon for people to be tortured to frame someone for treason and destroy their entire family.”

“That’s why it’s a problem. The imperial court’s use of torture to detect treason is simply to gain a ‘justification.’ The emperor believes what he wants to believe. If the result is undesirable, it means that the answer was obtained through torture. If the result is desired, it means that the other party has revealed the truth.”

“… … .”

In the end, it meant that everything would proceed as the Emperor wished, and the biggest problem was that none of those here knew the Emperor’s intentions.

“Since this is a gamble with a 50-50 chance, it seems right to return to the alliance and decide together with the leader of the alliance rather than deciding on our own.”

At Zhuge Wuhuan’s words, everyone present at the conference nodded as if they understood.

Zhuge Wuhuan, after checking the people’s reactions, added:

“So, let’s focus on other things rather than the imperial issue right now. Didn’t you find out where the landowner who attacked the shaman is recovering and where the Heavenly Lord’s headquarters is?”

“Are you suggesting that we launch a surprise attack on those two places?”

To Hwang Bo-ak’s question, Jegal Mu-hwan shook his head.

“If the story of the Little Heavenly Lord is true, the power of the Heavenly Lord is beyond our wildest imagination. The entire Alliance may have to risk their lives. In particular, there is no need for us to launch a surprise attack when we may or may not receive help from the imperial family.”

“Then, the target is the landlord.”

To Mujin’s words, Zhuge Wuhuan smiled and replied.

“Yes. Since you said he’s still injured, if we can quickly deal with the landlord before they can respond, it’ll be a great help in the future war.”

* * *

Heitao Mountain, located near Sakzhou County, Shanxi Province.

A mountainous area located in a location that could be called a frontier, as it is close to the northern border.

There, hidden was the hideout of those who dreamed of a new sky.

And today, an old man came to visit the hideout as a guest.

No, he looked more like a criminal than a guest.

“I see God.”

The man who was prostrating himself on the floor with his whole body prostrated was called Cheonha Samgeom in the Central Plains and was considered the best swordsman in the Sasang clan.

Cheonju, who was looking at Hyukjin Kang, who was lying face down at his feet, with emotionless eyes, opened his mouth.

“I heard the news.”

At that cold voice, Hyuk Jin-gang’s body, which was lying face down, flinched without him knowing it.

“Not only did he lose the war, he also abandoned the Lord of Heaven and fled?”

The sound of water rushing through the Hyukjin River echoed.

Perhaps because it was so quiet, the sound sounded like thunder to Hyuk Jin-gang, and he found himself shivering without realizing it.

But Hyuk Jin-gang did not make the mistake of making a long and agonizing excuse here.

God is the one who stands above all others.

Because I knew that waiting for his verdict was more likely to save me than trying to convince him with my tongue.

Let’s take a moment to look down at the Hyukjin River, which is trembling and lying face down like a weak and pitiful old man.

The Lord, who had barely controlled his anger, opened his mouth.

“Go to Beijing and tell the Lord. Now, the Lord himself will take action.”

Originally, he planned to keep his identity hidden until he unified the martial arts world.

The last moment. Those dirty bastards who stole what belonged to our ancestors. For the day when we will wage war against the imperial family of the state of Chu.

But so many things went wrong.

Their true identities were exposed to the world of martial arts, and their successors were captured by their enemies.

If they had just created a successor, that would have been enough, but the problem was the scumbags who called themselves strong men.

Nowadays, it is no longer possible to obtain sacrifices through human trafficking as easily as in the past.

If Shincheon were to regain his power and create a successor who would succeed in the Hyeonwon Shindan Gong like himself, he would have to endure and persevere for at least several decades.

However, God did not want to leave the task of recovering the throne that had been taken away by the state of Chu to future generations.

Drive out the Chu state and become the first emperor of the new Huan state.

That was truly a great undertaking befitting of the five great gods and the first half-human, half-god to achieve greatness in dedicating the altar to the Heavenly King.

‘I will keep you alive until you accomplish that great undertaking.’

Cheonju, who was still looking at the worm-like figure of Hyukjin River lying face down on the ground and shivering, turned his head and looked south.

There, there was the Central Plains, which would soon become God’s.

The Central Plains is occupied by thugs who call themselves martial artists and the royal family of the state of Chu who dared to steal what was theirs.

Fantasy, Wuxia, Fusion,