A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 163



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Episode 163. Snow Branch Green Flame Skill

Seolji Cheongyeom Gong (Snow Branch Green Flame Art).

Snow-covered white branches. Blue flames.

I couldn’t guess what kind of martial art it was just by hearing the explanation.

What are the branches? And what are the blue flames? Is there such a thing as a blue flame?

But Cheonma didn’t answer my questions and just said what he wanted to say.

[You must learn the martial arts of both extreme yin and extreme yang at the same time. Can you do it?]

I answered confidently.

“Master. I am the Heavenly Martial Body Ashvan.”

Learning martial arts is also part of fighting.

A fight with myself.

That is, the fight is momentum.

You can’t lose momentum.

I glared at Cheonma with the sharpest eyes possible.

Cheonma looked at me for a moment, then raised one corner of his mouth.

“Are you laughing?”

Has Cheonma gotten used to my barking?

I just ignored it and continued talking.

[Seolji Cheongyeom Gong is a martial art where balance is important.]

“hmm.”

[You should now be able to use both Ice and Flame simultaneously.]

“hmm?”

[In one hand, a pure white chill. In the other, a blue flame. Do you understand?]

“… … Is that possible?”

Even though I don’t know much about martial arts.

Even if all I learned was the Night Sky Moonlight Strike and the Pyohaengbi.

Aren’t ice and fire opposing energies?

The fact that I can use two opposing forces made me understand that my body is a celestial body that includes the yin and yang bodies.

But you use them at the same time?

Is that possible?

Cheonma simply put an end to my doubts.

[It works.]

“It works.”

I understood right away.

Of course. There can be no nonsense in what our master says.

Cheonma asked while walking along the lakeside.

[Are you ready?]

I took a stance and answered forcefully.

“yes!”

[Okay, let’s go.]

Cheonma picked up a piece of starlight that had fallen from the sky at the lakeside of Naegong and threw it straight into the night sky.

Wedge!

“Ugh!”

I immediately raised my internal energy and chased after him.

The sight reminded me of a water dragon chasing a shooting star.

The starlight thrown by Cheonma traveled in a complex manner here and there throughout the bloodstream.

But who am I?

This is Ashvan who achieved great success in the Night Sky Moonlight Clash.

Now, my understanding of martial arts and bloodlines is not at the same level as before.

The blood path guided by Cheonma was more complex than before, and the speed was also twice as fast.

He followed along and never fell behind.

Now, I think I have reached a certain level, and rather than losing sight of it, I have the leisure to look around while chasing it. This is because it is the starlight that is being chased, not me.

The path seemed particularly complicated compared to when I learned the Night Sky Moon Art, but since I had become a complex man myself, it wasn’t a big problem.

The journey begins at the anus, passes through the back, and goes up to the crown of the head.

It started down the face, then the chest, then the stomach, and ended up at the anus.

As I finished the Iljucheon, I suddenly got chills, and then my whole body was covered in a heat as if it was on fire.

I was so nervous that I felt like I was going to have a seizure, so I took a deep breath.

The cold and heat were repeated several times.

The moment passed me by, divided into many moments.

I opened my eyes after going back and forth between the freezing hell and the super-heated hell.

“Phew… … .”

When I looked around, the area I was sitting in was completely blackened and frozen.

I thought it was just an illusion that happened inside me, but it seems like it actually burned, froze, and did all sorts of crazy things.

I stared blankly at my tattered clothes and asked Cheonma.

“Is it done?”

[Not bad. I could have gotten into the money trap, but I got over it.]

… … It was really a crisis of the coin possession.

“Master. As you become stronger, isn’t it true that you get further away from the demonic possession of money?”

[Nonsense. No martial artist is free from the possession of magic. The deeper one’s martial arts, the more it becomes.]

“hmm.”

[No matter how strong you become, the battle of the coin possession is ultimately a battle against yourself.]

“I see.”

It was thrilling and good to think that somewhere in my mind, there was a demon hiding, waiting for me.

I warned the sage who was hiding and waiting for an opportunity.

“Come anytime. This time, I’ll tear it horizontally.”

The devil confirmed me.

[Good determination.]

I slowly moved my body, repeatedly opening and closing my hands, and then suddenly I became curious and asked.

“Master. Is this also a new martial art that you created?”

[yes.]

Now that I think about it, the Night Sky Seongwol Gong was a martial art that he created while looking at the night sky because he couldn’t sleep.

I was curious as to how this martial art came to be created.

When asked, Cheonma explained its origins in a monotonous tone.

[I thought about it.]

“What are you thinking about?”

[Would it be painful to burn to death? Would it be painful to freeze to death?]

It was an interesting topic.

As expected, the best in the world thinks differently.

“hmm.”

I thought about it for a while, but I couldn’t come up with an answer easily.

Because I have never experienced either.

Instead, I compared it with something I had experienced indirectly.

Sister’s flame. The ice of the bitter cold.

When I think about what was more painful… … .

“Hmm.”

The answer did not come easily.

Because both of them were in so much pain that they almost died.

In the end, I asked without being able to come to a conclusion on my own.

“What’s the conclusion?”

Cheonma said calmly.

[I came to the conclusion that it would be more painful to kill him using both methods.]

“… … !”

It was a good answer.

I hit my forehead without realizing it.

“indeed!”

I nodded with a serious expression, rubbing my chin.

“That makes sense.”

It was a truly wonderful answer.

Why do I have to choose just one?

You can choose both.

… … Is Cheonma truly a genius?

My respect for Cheonma has grown again.

“With all due respect, Master.”

[Put it away and try using the martial arts you learned.]

“yep.”

I just used my internal energy through the path that my internal energy ran along.

Then, my body became as cold as ice, and as hot as fire. It was a mysterious state that was hard to describe in words.

[Find a balance between the two. The balance between the two is more important than anything else.]

I held onto the balance of my body, which wavered like my mind.

Then, I felt my internal energy, which had been raging like a boiling pot, calm down a little.

[Keep that state of affairs constant. Don’t let one side gain too much power.]

“……always?”

[always.]

It was only after I mastered Seolji Cheongyeom Gong that I realized that Yacheon Seongwol Gong was a simpler martial art than I thought.

This is because it is a martial art that is incredibly simple compared to Seolji Cheongyeom Gong, which always requires attention to the principle of balance.

To use a metaphor, the Night Sky Moon Rider simply has to run through the night while being careful of the darkness.

Seol Ji-cheong had to run while holding a plate full of water in both hands. Of course, he was careful not to let the water overflow.

Of course, even this is an overly simplified metaphor. In reality, it is dozens of times more difficult than that.

“Huhhhh… … !”

As I continued to try to maintain that state of yin and yang balance, it felt like steam was rising from my head.

Either way, Cheonma explained in a casual tone.

[Furthermore, you must combine the two energies into the sword.]

“……mixture?”

[Blue flames coiling around snow-covered white tree branches like snakes. That is the final form of the Seoljicheongyeomgong.]

So, what it meant was to surround the frozen white sword with blue flames.

It’s hard enough to maintain the current state, so when will I be able to dye my sword white like a snow-covered tree branch and wrap blue flames around it like a snake?

It sounds simple, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t usually a difficult task.

My head was spinning just thinking about it.

but…….

‘I rather like it.’

The more difficult it is, the more valuable the fruits you obtain are.

There is no sense of accomplishment in doing easy things.

Think about it. Who finds pleasure in blinking their eyes and breathing?

Conquer the peaks of tall snow-capped mountains, cross the ocean bare-handed, or defeat beasts the size of houses.

Only when adversity is so difficult that others would shake their heads in disbelief can an overwhelming sense of accomplishment blossom.

If you do something difficult, the rewards will follow.

If so, what we really want will be difficult.

Isn’t that right?

I smiled faintly.

“… … It was good.”

The devil spoke as if he was hitting my head.

[What good can come from trembling like that? Stop talking nonsense and try using an ice ball.]

I carefully moved the cold air inside my body.

Extreme yin and extreme yang. It was not an easy task to move the energy while finding the center of the yang energy.

Anyway, I tried to release the cold air I had been trembling with my palm.

Swish-

A pure white chill rose like fog above the palm of my hand.

“oh.”

I picked up a branch that had fallen on the ground and tried to inject some cold air into it.

A pure white frost appeared on the tree branches… … .

Exactly!

It simply broke in half with just a little force.

[This time, salt.]

After biting the ice ball, he gathered the hot energy inside his body and sent it out to his other hand.

A tiny flame like a candle rose in my trembling fingertips.

Strangely enough, the flames were blue.

“Oh.”

I picked up a dry branch and tried to move the blue flame.

The branches were soon engulfed in blue flames and burst into flames.

[Now try writing them at the same time.]

In my left hand, there is a coldness as cold as the moon.

In his right hand he holds a flame that burns like the sun.

“Haaap!”

Stop-

For a moment, I felt as if something in my head had snapped, and then dizziness surged in like a tidal wave, swallowing up my consciousness.

My head went white. My thoughts seemed to have gone out for a moment, like a candle.

The balance was suddenly broken and the Seoljicheongyeomgong was released.

My head was thrown forward by a sudden brain strike.

thud!

“100 million.”

I fell over while sitting down.

My vision went completely white and my head was spinning.

As I rested my head on the ground and tried to gather my wits for a moment, the faint sound of the Heavenly Horse clicking its tongue echoed through the air.

[Tsk tsk tsk… … Pathetic guy.]

I was talking without being of sound mind.

“Master, are you there? It’s so white here. Does that mean winter has come already?”

I could feel Cheonma’s pitiful gaze.

I don’t know why I can feel this even without seeing it.

[First, train yourself to be able to use either the Ice Gong or the Flame Gong properly. This is a long way to go.]

“Gumanri? My friend is Boksil.”

[Oh my… … .]

At this moment, another voice was heard from above.

“Ashvan.”

I turned my head slightly while keeping my head on the ground and looked upwards… … .

When I woke up, Shushuruta was lying on a tree branch, looking at me.

For a moment, I felt like I had collapsed on a street with lots of people passing by.

He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“… … Since when have you been watching?”

Shushuruta answered in a calm tone.

“From the moment you were engulfed in fire and then turned cold as ice.”

“aha.”

“What kind of black magic is it this time?”

“A martial art that is hot like fire and then cold like ice, burning brightly like the blue sun and then cooling down like the pure white moon. In short, it is a martial art that comes and goes, changing back and forth.”

Shushuruta nodded.

“That’s your answer.”

I decided to take it as a compliment.

“No problem.”

Shushuruta, who had been looking at me silently for a while, said:

“Ashvan.”

“What the heck?”

“Steam is coming out of my head. It’s hairy.”

“… … be noisy.”

The path of a martial artist is long and arduous.