Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 84

< The King of Power, Taken >

Were ginseng, trout, and peaches so special?

Or maybe it was the special effect of tapping the energy points while inhaling the waterfall water.

At the beginning of his Ungi Breakfast, Danwooseong hadn't fully grasped the effects of the overlapping elixirs. However, after beginning the Great Circulation, and quelling the boiling, fiery energy of the extreme yang, Danwooseong became tense.

This wasn't ordinary ginseng or common smelt. The peach, in particular, was no different from a magical elixir found only in paradise. Even more powerful was the explosive power of the three yang energies, overlapping and raging within Danwoo Sung's body. Had he not consumed excessive amounts of water from the waterfall, the heat would have burned his entire body.

The madness of fanaticism was imbued with experience.

Obtaining this depended entirely on Danwoo's personality, five senses, luck, and destiny, which he perfectly absorbed. Therefore, this was the fruit of a combination of divine fortune, Danwoo's own hard work, and the madness of his fanaticism.

Danwoo Seong gradually suppressed the energy and struck it into the dantian.

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Gwangsin watched Danwooseong, who was eating breakfast with his eyes closed. It had been a long time since he'd observed someone else train.

I was just happy.

I was happy that he wasn't a bad guy.

I liked him because he was a dirty guy like me.

The fanatic watched Danwoo Seong with a calm expression, then moved with his backpack on.

A nameless paradise was spread out before the fanatic's eyes.

'It's going to be fun.'

Raising one's level to a higher level requires a compelling story. Therefore, it was right to yield the opportunity to this junior rather than to oneself. A junior who hadn't been snubbed by the god of madness deserved it.

The fanatic walked around examining the base of the peach tree.

With a junior of that level, it seemed like even if the three gods ascended to heaven and the leader of the Yu Jeong-hong clan reached the end of his lifespan and disappeared, he would be able to handle this martial world.

'I think it's worth leaving it to you.'

Gwangsin was fond of Danwoosung, so they were working on a story together. So, Gwangsin wandered around a place full of peaches, searching for natural liquor.

"Natural" refers to something that has emerged in its natural state, untouched by human intervention. Jugwa originally referred to alcohol and fruit. However, the "natural jugwa" Kang Ho-in refers to is similar to Gongcheongseokyu, meaning the state in which the elixir's juice has formed like aged wine. Therefore, the essence of elixir was natural jugwa.

The reason why Gwangsin was looking into natural liquor here was simple.

Because this nameless paradise itself is not an ordinary place.

If there was no natural liquor here, it was no different from saying that there was no natural liquor anywhere in the contemporary world.

Of course, I'd inspected the Nameless Garden before, but I couldn't find any trace of natural liquor. However, even Gwangsin was acutely aware that his junior's unexpected visit was no coincidence. Determined not to take it himself, but to give it to his junior, he carefully inspected the Nameless Garden once more.

There is only one next step for the aging process that Gwangshin thinks of.

People used to say things like "returning to the truth" (返璞歸眞) and "returning to youth" (返老還童), but to Gwangsin, No-wa-sun-cheong and No-wa-sun-cheong were almost the same state, and the idea of "returning to youth" was a bit of absurd. If I had to put it into words, the physical transformation that occurs when you reach No-wa-sun-cheong is "returning to youth" (返老還童), that is, Gwangsin's hair turning black again.

In other words, the realm of fanaticism and aging was the final stage, and the only thing that followed was the rise of the cult.

Gwangsin knew that throughout the history of martial arts, there had only been a few warriors who had reached this level of prominence.

Even if you look through the literature or biographies, it is expected that Baek Mu-jin was the only man to have ascended to the rank of Deungbongjogeuk, and then Jin So-han would have ascended to the rank of Deungbongjogeuk after he was over thirty.

Gwangsin, who was searching for natural liquor, stared blankly at Danwoo Seong.

I was planning to let the young junior enter the realm of Nohwasuncheong and then leave the rest to his fate.

At that age, reaching Noh Aw-sun-cheong was a rapid pace, comparable to Baek Mu-jin's youth. He hoped that one day he would be able to ascend to the throne.

Since Gwangsin was already well over ninety years old, it was excessive for him to be greedy for the Deungbongjogeuk.

'Where the hell are you?'

Finding natural liquor is usually difficult with a discerning eye.

Suddenly, Gwangsin felt his heart grow impatient, so he sat down and began to eat breakfast. Controlling his mind was always a priority for Gwangsin, for he never knew when his madness would flare up again.

As soon as Gwangshin and Danwoo stopped moving in the peach orchard, the world began to move.

The clouds moved, the sun rose, and the wind blew.

Cheongyaksan Mountain resumed its natural activities in harmony. Since Gwangsin and Danwoosung were not causing significant harm to the mountain, it embraced them and continued to breathe with all things in the universe.

In that way, Cheongyaksan, Gwangsin, and Danwoosung exchanged breaths.

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After a long while, Danwoo-seong quietly opened his eyes and held out his palm. The energy of the Baekjeonshipdan Gong was concentrated in his heart. For some reason, the once-ferocious brain energy seemed to have been purified, becoming gentle.

Danwoo-seong cast the shape of a brain stem that rose from the heart.

Somehow, I had faith that the form of energy would be created as I set my mind to it.

The representative form of the Baekhwashinkong used by Baekyak is a single ice flower made of pure white cold air.

Danwoosung, whose Baekjeonshipdan Gong had reached a new level, created a form on his palm like a creator. Intention and instinct intermingled, and the realms of intellect, enlightenment, and the unconscious overlapped to create the image that represents Danwoosung.

It was neither a flower nor a weapon.

A thin, yet distinctly formed white thread was writhing. Furthermore, the energy injected into the palm of his hand was not even close to reaching the first level.

What should we call this?

If we translate the shape into words, it was white silk.

Danwoo Seong saw this delicate white snake in a tearful beauty. It danced around on the palm of his hand, swaying and trembling with joy.

Danwoo Seong knew that if he increased his power and spread it, this white snake would become a whip, the whip would become lightning, and the lightning would eventually become a thunder dragon.

Danwoo Seong was moved because the image was clearly depicted.

The fundamental anxiety of whether I had lived diligently during that time had disappeared.

The reward was right in front of me.

In the world of martial arts, happiness comes when you live each day faithfully and realize that you have grown.

Danwoo Seong was happy today for the first time in a while.

All of this was thanks to Gwangsin, Baekdo's senior. The man considered the craziest in the martial arts world had drastically changed Danwoo's fate.

When Danwoo turned his head, he saw the fanatic sitting cross-legged, concentrating.

Dan Woo-seong closed his eyes again, determined not to disturb his senior, and resumed the Great Circulation. It was a chance he had achieved after a long and arduous journey. He couldn't help but yearn for it. The excessive food he'd consumed was digested in his body, as if he had been preparing for this moment.

After a while, the fanatic spoke with his eyes closed.

“Junior.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Have you ever heard of the name Natural Liquor?”

“I heard about it.”

"Find out if it will be part of your destiny. If you can't find it in the Nameless Garden, it won't appear in the contemporary martial arts world for a while."

"All right."

"The most delicious liquor in the world is natural liquor. Its appearance resembles that of Gongcheongseokyu, and its aroma varies, but here, it's probably more like the scent of peach. It could be at the base of a tree, pooling in a branch, or waiting in an unexpected place. I believe the essence of the nameless paradise lies somewhere."

Danwoo Seong took turns with Gwangsin, inspecting the nameless peach garden, then soared into the air and looked at the battle situation from the highest point.

Of course, Danwoo Seong also knows natural liquor.

The reason Oryomun lives in the mountains is because he lives like a shaman seeking elixir. To achieve great martial arts in the extreme north, he needs an endless supply of elixirs. Of course, finding natural liquor or Gongcheongseokyu is no easy feat.

To the point where I think it's natural that it doesn't exist.

Danwoo Seong also had no intention of going around and destroying this nameless paradise.

Danwoo-seong, who had reached the opposite cliff, looked at the peach tree and then looked at the cliff.

The rock, pushed by Danwoo's foot, tumbled down the cliff. Gwangsin, who had risen from his cross-legged position, approached and looked down the cliff with him.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Senior, it doesn’t seem to be here.”

The fanatic nodded.

"I searched for a long time, but couldn't find it. It's only natural that it's not there."

Danwoo-seong looked at Gwangshin like a madman.

“But I need to check under this cliff.”

The fanatic burst into laughter.

“Hahahahahaha······.”

It was a truly daunting precipice. Danwoo Seong and Gwangshin burst into laughter.

“Hahahahahaha······.”

They were two people with similar ideas and similar personalities. Gwangsin said to Danwooseong.

"If you want to check, you should try. Just don't die. It's pretty high."

“Senior, please take care of your back too.”

"let's go."

“Let’s go.”

The two jumped off the cliff simultaneously. Gwangsin landed mid-air with his arms crossed, and Danwoosung quickly followed suit.

They were truly crazy men.

There was absolutely no guarantee that there was an elixir down there. Of course, the two people falling weren't looking over the edge of the cliff. As they fell, as if skimming the cliff, they simultaneously released a burst of tension into the air and clung to it like lizards climbing the cliff.

The two men clung to the cliff, locking eyes, then soared into the air. As if in agreement, they spun their new forms, waved their hands, and landed on a spot that jutted out from the middle of the cliff. A cave appeared before them. Looking up, they saw the entire peak split in half from this cave, extending all the way to the nameless paradise.

The fanatic said.

“Let’s go in.”

The cave was spacious. Looking up at the ceiling, I saw a thin stream of light pouring down. The sound of water dripping continued steadily from somewhere.

Knock······knock······knock······

The two people who heard the sound went there, linked arms and looked at the ceiling and the place where the water was, then looked around.

Danwoo Sung's heart fluttered without him knowing it.

The fanatic blurted out a word.

"Shit."

Danwoo Sung looked around in disbelief. Peach juice, fallen from the nameless paradise, was pooling everywhere. The locations of the puddles were bizarre. Stalactites jutted out from the ground like icicles, pooling like egg yolk. All this stagnant water was nothing less than a natural elixir, seemingly akin to a natural liquor.

The fanatic said.

“I don’t know what to do with this. I don’t even know if it’s natural alcohol.”

If it had been concentrated in just one place, Gwangsin would have recommended it to Danwoo Seong, but this was an amount that did not need to be compromised.

Danwoo Seongdo was also amazed.

This elixir requires at least a master of Baekyak's level to obtain. Even if they knew the location, only a very small number of masters would be able to enter. In that sense, Danwoo-seong was already more than qualified to receive this opportunity.

Danwoo Seong said.

“You’ll know once you try it. Senior, have a drink.”

The fanatic replied.

“You could die. There is no explanation attached to anything in the universe.”

Danwoo-seong gazed at the yolk pooled in a stalactite. Even at that moment, juice dripped from the ceiling, dripping down the stalactite, making a slosh. Danwoo-seong drank the overflowing natural juice, making a slurp sound, before swallowing it whole.

In an instant, Danwoo Sung's face turned bright red.

The fanatic asked with an anxious look.

"how is it?"

Danwoo Seong responded, feeling the heat rising through his whole body.

“It’s alcohol. Have a drink. Hahahaha, you won’t die. Drink.”

As Danwoo-seong walked around the cave, bursting into laughter, Gwangshin responded while observing Danwoo-seong's expression and gestures.

"You're drunk. You only had one drink. You sloppy bastard…"

As soon as he drank the glass of natural liquor, which was steeped in fanaticism, his face flushed and he began hiccuping. Danwoosung had already moved to the next stalactite and was drinking another glass of natural liquor.

The fanatic closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again and said.

“Hey, junior.”

Danwoo Seong replied in a sagging tone.

“Yes, sir. This is natural liquor.”

The fanatic said.

“Ah, that seems right. Let’s just drink this and die today.”

Danwoo Seong waved his hand.

"Senior, what are you talking about…? Let's drink and take over this strong man. Three glasses, please."

The two drunks began to sip their natural liquor.

The King of Fist Takes Its End

ⓒ Eugene Sung