A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 582



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Episode 582 Disciple

The first order she gave after becoming a Heavenly Horse was to eliminate the Central Plains bandits who occasionally crossed the border.

Because I could never forgive those who remained in my memories.

“Kill all the Central Plains bandits crossing the border without leaving a single one behind!”

“I will follow the orders of the Holy Spirit! Let’s all go around the border and kill the filthy Central Plains bandits! Let’s go!”

“““Aaaah! It’s a bloody festival! Kill the people of the Central Plains!””

And the second was eating food that was much more delicious than before.

“Hmm… I wish there was something tastier for the meal. I’ve only been eating roast lamb and beef until recently, so I’m getting a little tired of it.”

“So, you’re saying that those are the only two things you’ve had so far?”

“I’ve been eating different things lately, but that’s the same.”

“Oh, I understand! Starting tomorrow, I will prepare delicacies from the mountains and the sea!”

Delicious food was the only pleasure she got after her appetite and sense of taste returned, so she searched for more delicious foods.

The third, as before, was purely training.

The reason I was training was because I needed to learn martial arts to regain my memories.

After the transformation, his dazed mind cleared up and he regained the last memories of his family, but it only lasted for a moment.

I couldn’t remember anything from before that.

That’s why Cheonma, who couldn’t even find his name, had no choice but to cling like crazy to the martial arts that helped him find his memories.

It was with the thought that if I reached the next level, I would be able to regain all the memories I had forgotten.

I held onto a piece of memory when I was reborn, so I thought I might be able to find more in the next realm.

It was because I wanted to get back my name, even if it was just the one thing my parents had left me.

So, the repetitive daily routine of learning all the martial arts in the Cheonmasingyo internal archives and polishing up enlightenment continued.

Whether it was a right or a left hand, he studied martial arts like crazy, whether it was a right or left hand or a right or left hand technique.

She was greeted by martial arts of a much higher level than those that the Okso Church had provided, and her desire to regain her name and her curiosity about martial arts combined to push her to continue to advance to the next level.

Don’t forget to taste some delicacies here and there.

Sometimes the elders would bother him by talking about conquering the Central Plains or internal discipline, but Cheonma would settle their complaints with just one standard.

“From now on, the Cheonma Shingyo will be ruled by power.”

“That’s only natural···.”

“No, you all fight and decide the order of precedence! I will not acknowledge the status you have had until now!”

“Th, what is that?”

“From now on, only the strong will be able to stand above someone!”

The strong are respected.

To be honest, he was so weak that I didn’t even realize that he was a Heavenly Demon.

As I flew into the entrance of Cheonmajeon, I thought it was the guy standing guard because he suddenly started shouting and greeted me, but it turned out to be Cheonma.

Because he couldn’t stand those who were below the level of the great Cheonma, he made sure that the strong one rose to the top.

I thought that if we fought amongst ourselves, they wouldn’t bother me, and it would be better if our numbers decreased on their own.

As the number goes down, there will be fewer people to bother you.

However, one person was made an exception.

Oxo Bridge.

Ok So-gyo, a disciple of Gal So-young, who gave him the precious hair tie that his mother had left behind.

He made an exception for Okso-gyo, who had taught him Chinese and helped him out for several years.

Well, I needed someone to run errands for me, and I had promised to make him an elder for life.

Of course, since it was impossible to give the relatively young Okso-gyo the position of elder right away, he protected her by explaining that since she was learning medicine along with martial arts, those who learned medicine were exempt from the law of the strong.

After years of repeated martial arts training, he finally reached this state.

But on the day he reached Hyeon-gyeong, Cheon-ma did not regain his name.

I also realized that even if I reached the next level, I would never be able to achieve what I wanted.

As I ascended from the Hwagyeong to the Hyeongyeong, I learned that I had to suppress the five desires and seven emotions as much as possible, because if I wanted to go to the next realm, I had to give up everything.

Her fervent wish to regain her name was that she would never be able to get there unless she could let it go.

And the moment I realized it.

I lost interest in everything in the world.

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As I was lying down in my room for several days, Ok So-gyo, who had been watching me closely, asked me in a cautious voice.

“Sir, why don’t you seek out delicious food or practice martial arts these days? Are you sick or something? Should I take care of you?”

He seemed worried that something might hurt, and upon hearing that, Cheonma turned over to the other side and said,

“I just got annoyed.”

“Huh? You find it annoying?”

“Yeah, that’s not fun.”

Ok So-gyo opens his eyes wide at Cheon Ma’s words.

Ok So-gyo, who had never heard such words from Cheon Ma before, seemed to be wondering if he had heard wrong.

Such an idea was flowing out of Okso-gyo’s heart.

But it really wasn’t fun.

Since there was no purpose, there was no reason to practice martial arts, so it was only natural that it wasn’t fun.

“Hey, is it fun?”

“Yeah, I just ate all the food and there wasn’t anything fun about it.”

In the first place, martial arts training is not something you do for fun, so it was nonsense, but Ok So-gyo nodded as if he understood what she was saying.

“Surely, you’ve been practicing martial arts for years, so you must be bored. That’s right. I get bored even after just a few days, so it’s strange that I’ve been practicing martial arts for years now. This is natural. Of course. Then, what’s fun? Oh! Then, should I call a dancer and have them dance?”

“Do as you wish.”

Cheonma nodded nonchalantly, as the feeling of enjoyment in the dancer’s dance flowed from the thoughts of the Okso Church.

Then, Oksogyo called in dancers and had them dance, and even called in people who could show off their skills.

But neither the dancing nor the talents of the performers were fun at all.

No matter how much I looked at the talents of the dancers and performers, it seemed like they lacked training.

In Cheonma’s eyes, the movements of the dancers and performers looked very pathetic.

Because the languid movements and tense thoughts felt far from fun.

That is why, soon after the dancing and talents began, Cheonma lost interest and immediately issued an order to evacuate the guests.

“Tell him to go away.”

“Hey, aren’t you having fun?”

“okay.”

So, Ok So-gyo asks with a worried expression from the side as he watches the talented people and dancers.

“Then, should I ask you to make a different dish than before?”

“That wouldn’t be so bad.”

As Okso-gyo said, new and more delicious dishes came out every day, but they became stale after two days.

No matter how new and delicious the food was, it felt like chewing sand now.

“Not really.”

“I’m sorry, Holy Spirit!”

“No, it’s not that the food isn’t tasty, it’s just that I’m not very interested in the food itself. Step aside.”

“Oh, I see. Holy Spirit.”

Okso-gyo, who was struck by Cheonma’s words.

Okso-gyo, who was nervous because he thought the food was not tasty, cautiously stepped back and started talking to the elders who were waiting in the elders’ hall, which Cheonma could hear.

After ascending to the throne, I was able to hear and feel to some extent what was happening within the Cheonmasingyo sect, so I was able to hear most of the conversations they had.

“So, what happened!? Did it fail again this time? Is there no sign of improvement?”

“Yes, I quickly lost interest in cooking and started drinking.”

“Oh no! This is a big problem!”

“What should I do when you keep saying it’s not fun?”

“It’s not fun···.”

“Ask him how he feels about conquering the Central Plains. Isn’t there anything more interesting than that?”

“No, that’s Elder or something fun···.”

“Even if I were to ask just once, no saint of the new religion would find the conquest of the Central Plains boring.”

“No······.”

Okso-gyo had a long conversation with the elders about how to make Cheonma fun.

Ok So-gyo, who returned to Cheonma-jeon, spoke with a cautious voice while looking at Cheonma’s expression.

“Hey, Heavenly Horse… That’s not what I thought….”

“It’s not fun.”

But before Cheonma could even speak, he told Oksogyo that conquering the Central Plains was truly a boring undertaking.

Then Okso-gyo opened his eyes wide and asked back.

“Huh!? What is it?”

“I’m talking about conquering the Central Plains. It’s not fun.”

“Huh, how!?”

“Yes, I heard it all. Of course, I heard you swearing at someone at your place yesterday.”

“Heeeeek! I’m sorry. I deserved to die!”

-Thump thump!

“stop.”

Ok So-gyo bowed his head and buried his head in Cheon Ma’s words.

When I pointed out to him that he was being too picky at his place yesterday, he seemed very surprised.

As Cheonma stopped Okso-gyo from hitting his head, Okso-gyo, who had been observing the situation again, spoke in a cautious voice.

“Thank you for your forgiveness. But, Holy Spirit, as you have heard, I know that I opposed asking this question in the elders’ meeting, but I brought it up carefully for another reason.”

“Really? What is it?”

It is certainly strange that the guy who hated the elders telling him to go and ask questions, as the Okso Church said, came here and started talking.

When asked to explain the reason, Okso-gyo nodded and answered.

“If you conquer the Central Plains, you will be able to meet many masters, and then you will be able to fight them directly and cross the crossroads of life and death. Fighting for your life against a warrior is the most fun thing of all.”

Cheonma stared at Okso-gyo for a long time at her answer, and decided to drive a nail in so that the elder or Okso-gyo would never say the same thing again.

It was clear that he still didn’t know much about Cheonma’s martial arts skills.

Although Cheonma was annoying, he started explaining, thinking that if he spoke properly once, he wouldn’t hear such annoying words again.

“Do you know why conquering the Central Plains is a boring task?”

“Yes? No. Why?”

“Listen carefully. And go and tell the elders.”

“Yes, sir, holy fire.”

“I heard there are people called the Eight Kings in the Central Plains?”

“Yes, they are the eight strongest masters in the Central Plains. They are the ones you must be most wary of when conquering the Central Plains.”

“Yes, but their level is known to be the pinnacle. If I personally go to the Central Plains, even six hundred masters like him will not be able to stop me.

What this means is that if I personally step forward, I can conquer the Central Plains at any time.

So it’s not fun, it’s easier than twisting a child’s wrist.”

Ok So-gyo opened her eyes wide at those words.

Cheonma spoke to the surprised Okso-gyo as if he was driving a wedge into her.

“And that also means that no one in the Central Plains can put my life in danger or put me at risk of death.

Also, even if they were to cultivate, it would be difficult for them to surpass me. It is by no means easy to reach my realm.

You can never reach this level by ordinary means.

Who knows? Someone with the same affinity for the opposite sex as me might be my opponent.”

It was when I finished speaking like that.

-match!

The sound of palms clapping is suddenly heard.

Okso-gyo said with a joyful expression, clapping his hands.

“Then, how about you try raising a disciple, Holy Spirit!”

“student?”

When I tilted my head at the sudden suggestion to raise a disciple, Okso-gyo’s nonsensical words continued.

“Yes, my teacher said that there is nothing more fun than raising a disciple, and if Seonghwa gives birth to a disciple who will inherit Seonghwa’s reverse heavenly bloodline, wouldn’t it be possible for the child to fight for his life when he grows up?”

“Are you telling me to have a child?”

“yes!”

Cheonma’s mind was blank at Oksogyo’s answer.

It’s like when I lost my memory again.