Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 632



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632. Please open the door (2)

Hanbin’s eyes, watching them walk away, turned to the footprints they left behind.

Hanbin followed the footsteps.

Seolhwa followed quietly behind, while the rest of the group remained in their places.

The footprints left by Yeo Chun-soo became darker as time went by.

Hanbin continued walking until he reached a point where there were no more footprints.

The last few steps were marked with a visible white trail.

At that trace, Hanbin’s eyes grew wide to their limit.

There were clear traces of the Bingbaek Shingong, the highest level of the North Sea’s art.

Hanbin quietly focused on the traces they left behind.

Hanbin, who saw the white footprints at the end, quietly reached out his hand.

Are you trying to teach me something?

Or does it mean that we shouldn’t worry about the White Dragon’s safety?

Hanbin, who had been examining the traces, got up from his seat.

His serious expression changed for a moment, and he licked his lips as if he was disappointed.

“Ugh.”

In fact, Hanbin had been expecting the seven steps of the Cheonra Shinsunbo left behind by the Taegeuk Sword Master. In other words, he wanted to discover clues to a new martial art.

Of course, it was just a breeze.

There was no clue to obtaining martial arts anywhere.

In short, the traces left here were just footprints.

However, it was not the case that there was no harvest at all.

We could indirectly catch a glimpse of Yeo Chun-soo’s inaction, as her body had completely recovered.

Is this a trace of the Ice White God left behind in the form of footprints?

It was an incredible level of technique that was rarely seen even in the North Sea.

The easiest place to release cold air using ice is the upper body, specifically the hands.

Most of the ice fighting techniques are done using martial arts.

This is because it is impossible to utilize the cold energy of the Ice Baek Shin Gong with each method.

The reason why Bingbaek Shingong is called a new art is because it can freely send cold energy to any part of the body.

Of course, only those with high achievements can leave such traces.

Moreover, Yeo Chun-soo was wearing thick leather shoes.

You leave ice on your footprints while wearing leather shoes?

It was something that would have been impossible with ordinary achievements.

It was said that Yeo Chun-soo had achieved the ultimate level of Bingbaek Shingong.

It would be difficult to make an accurate evaluation because the exchange between the North Sea and the Central Plains was rare, but it was said that Hanbin had achieved accomplishments comparable to those of the Three Great Masters of Martial Arts, as seen before.

Is Yeo Chun-soo below Hyeol-hu?

Probably not.

Is it under the white?

No, I can guarantee you that.

Yeo Chun-soo, who was like that, ran away from Baek and Hyeon-hu.

The one who saved Yeo Chun-soo in that situation was Han Bin.

If that’s the case, then the power of Baekgyeong cannot be evaluated simply by its inaction.

In a way, it could be said that Hanbin’s suppression of Hyeol-hu through stratagem was due to luck.

Hanbin, who thought about various situations, touched Baekryun in his arms.

It was a moment when I began to think that Baekryun, who I thought was just a coincidence, might actually be a burden.

“what?”

Hanbin suddenly turned his head in a hurry at the afterimage that flashed before his eyes.

This is because I felt as if the area around the footprints left by Yeo Chun-soo was surrounded by a thin solid line.

The thin solid line would probably have been overlooked by others.

The solid line was slightly rippling.

Hanbin touched the traces again.

This time, he was holding a white wheel in his arms.

The thread disappeared as soon as it touched Hanbin’s hand.

A solid line that disappears as if a drop of water evaporates in the heat.

At that moment, words appeared before Hanbin’s eyes.

[You have obtained a clue to the Ice White Shingong.]

Hanbin looked at one side of the Yongrin Sword Technique with a sincere smile.

Then I looked again at the place where Yeo Chun-soo had disappeared.

As Hanbin had expected, he discovered a clue to the Bingbaek Shingong in Yeo Chun-soo’s footprints.

Although it’s only the first chapter, I was able to get a clue about the Ice Baek Shin Gong.

Just like the beginning of the Yongrin Sword Technique, the basic steps of the Bingbaek Shingong were immediately put into my head.

Hanbin spread his palms.

And then he placed the bet.

Most of the martial arts that Hanbin has performed so far have been based on extreme yangjigi.

However, the Ice Baek Shin Gong must be based on the Extreme Yin Ji.

Is it possible?

No, I had to make it possible.

Hanbin tried to gather cold air on his palm.

It was a very fleeting moment.

A white frost appeared on Hanbin’s palm and then disappeared immediately.

The effect of the Ice White Shingong was clear.

But it’s not perfect.

If I met Yeo Chun-soo again later, I would definitely be able to get clues about the rest of the Bingbaek Shingong.

That means there was no need to rush now.

Hanbin looked at Seolhwa with a smile on his face.

“Let’s start preparing too.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. But I suddenly feel a strange chill.”

Seolhwa shrugged her shoulders.

Hanbin looked at his hands and the snowman alternately.

Perhaps Seol-hwa didn’t see the move that had just been played.

Although she couldn’t see it, the energy that Seolhwa felt was clearly Bingbaek’s energy.

It didn’t seem like the time to tell yet.

If Seolhwa knew that he had obtained a clue to the Ice Baekshin Art, he would definitely try to learn the martial arts of the Extreme Yin.

Hanbin was able to acquire martial arts regardless of whether he was extremely yang or extremely yin with the help of the Yongrin Sword Technique, but it was different for others.

If you try to learn two martial arts, your energy may become distorted.

If done wrong, the story could end up in a state of obsession.

It was right to hide it for now.

Hanbin, who had hidden his expression, patted Seolhwa on the shoulder.

“You’ve had a lot going on today! Maybe it’s just my mood.”

Seolhwa nodded.

Hanbin smiled at the sight and turned around.

Seolhwa quietly looked at Yeo Chun-soo’s footsteps, wondering what was missing.

Seolhwa, who had been quietly observing the footprints, touched them.

When there was no response, Seolhwa tried putting her foot in.

Seol-hwa, who had set foot like that, puffed out her cheeks and made a look of pain.

In fact, I also tried this behavior by imitating Hanbin.

Seolhwa had a habit of imitating even Hanbin’s smallest actions.

The important thing was that it wasn’t just a habit, but that he was trying to learn from Hanbin’s actions.

This time I was a little disappointed because I didn’t get any enlightenment.

Seolhwa quickly followed Hanbin.

“Confucius, let us go together.”

In the place where Hanbin and Seolhwa left, only lonely footprints remained.

Those footprints were slowly erased by the gentle breeze of Hwaryeong Mountain.

Except for one single footprint.

There was still a chill there.

It may be a coincidence, but the place where the cold air remained was the footprint where Seolhwa had stepped.

***

Hanbin returned to where everyone was gathered with Seolhwa.

Peng Hanbin, Jeokhyeolmaenghodae, and Lee Mu-myeong’s eyes lit up.

The surrounding situation seemed to have been somewhat sorted out.

In the distant Baekdokjeon, the Germans were putting out the embers. Thanks to their efforts, the embers were almost extinguished.

Apart from the Germans who were working on the final evolution, the Habuk Peng people were gathered here where the sword that Hyeon-hu had thrown was stuck.

A new one popped out among them.

The new model rushed at Seolhwa like an arrow.

Another new model followed suit.

They were Cheonghwa and Sogun.

Cheonghwa hugged Seolhwa first.

“Sister!”

“I was scared too. Huh.”

The boy who followed behind Seolhwa seemed to be barely holding back his tears.

Then, all the family members of Habuk Pengga, including Peng Heok-bin, gathered around Seol-hwa.

Each and every blood feud with the Bloodthirsty was a critical moment.

But this is something that can happen often in the world of martial arts.

There is even a proverb that says, “A dog’s head hangs on the neck of a martial artist.”

But Seolhwa’s crisis was a little different.

The crisis was so one-sided.

Seol-hwa’s head was about to be cut off while everyone was watching.

The story was like a rabbit under a falling rock.

Everyone was shocked by the situation.

There, Seolhwa and Cheonghwa are like their youngest siblings.

The fact that Seol-hwa returned from that crisis was enough to cause a feast.

Peng Hyeok-bin, who was watching the heartwarming scene, approached Seol-hwa.

Peng Hyuk-bin stroking his hair as if tousling it.

When Seol-hwa tilted her head, Peng Hyeok-bin put a silver coin in Seol-hwa’s hand.

That was the beginning.

Next, Imoo-myeong patted Seol-hwa on the head and gave her a silver coin.

It was the same for Sim Mi-ho.

Joho searched through his pockets and took out a piece of iron.

A battle of wits began.

There was a clear reason for their actions.

This was the custom of the Habuk Peng family.

The Habuk Peng family, along with the Sinchang Yang family, was the first family to stand up when the country was in crisis.

Thanks to this, when a national crisis occurs, there are quite a few casualties.

The wounds suffered in the struggle for power in the martial arts world are incomparable and cannot be healed by any means.

What can compensate for death?

All that could be done for the departed was to comfort their surviving family members and burn fake money to appease the spirits of the deceased.

So the idea was to give real money to those who came back alive.

This was a family tradition that had lasted for over a hundred years.

These days, the word war itself is unfamiliar, but the customs of the Habuk Peng family remain.

When they give money, it means they acknowledge Seolhwa as a family member.

In front of Seolhwa, silver and iron coins were piled up.

Seol-hwa said, looking at the money in front of her as if it was absurd.

“Huh, what is this everyone? Are you perhaps mistaking me for an open person?”

“Pfft.”

Sim Mi-ho, who was standing next to me, burst into laughter.

Seolhwa tilted her head and asked.

“Sister Sim, why are you laughing?”

“It’s not that I gave it to you because I pity you, it’s to congratulate you for coming back alive.”

Seolhwa asked as Simmiho winked.

“But why are the amounts different?”

“It’s an expression of sincerity based on each person’s financial situation. Even though they are all members of the Red Blood Tiger Corps, their salaries aren’t all the same.”

“I don’t think there will be that much difference.”

“Well, each person has their own circumstances.”

“I guess so… … But can I really have this?”

“It’s a custom of Habukpangga, so leave it there.”

“Wow, Habukpangga really has some great customs.”

“Get it quickly. Later, take Cheonghwa and Sogun to buy some candy and eat it.”

“Thank you, Sister Sim.”

“You have nothing to thank me for.”

“Okay, sis.”

The wandering Seolhwa bowed her head to the Red Blood Tiger Corps members and their families scattered across the east, west, south, and north.

After finishing her greetings, Seol-hwa looked around with a recalled expression.

But I left the money in front of me as it was.

Instead, I snapped my fingers.

Exactly.

The one who reacted to that sound was none other than Cheonghwa.

Cheonghwa moved with a secret footstep.

Sasa Sak.

This time, Cheonghwa appeared carrying a bundle.

Cheonghwa carefully opened the bundle in front of Seolhwa.

Everyone tilted their heads at that sight.

Anyone could tell that this was something Hanbin had done.

The bundle contained ink, an inkstone, and paper neatly arranged.

Sim Mi-ho asked urgently.

“What are you doing now? Are you perhaps writing a contract? Oh, it doesn’t seem to be a contract… … What on earth are you doing?”

“I want to at least keep a record, Sister.”

“You’re keeping a record?”

“Hmm, well… … I think I should remember who gave how much.”

“What does that mean?”

“I think I should write this down in the ledger.”

Seolhwa, who had finished speaking, quietly extended her hand.

He fumbled with the paper and took out a book underneath.

Seol-hwa took out the book and turned the pages.

Sim Mi-ho, who was reading a book over Seol-hwa’s shoulder, opened her mouth.

“Seolhwa, you… … .”

The reason Sim Mi-ho was surprised was simple.

The book that Seolhwa was holding was really a ledger.