Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 67



Only Noblemtl

Episode 67. Blood Wolf Prince (1)

The tea in the cup swayed as much as her heart.

It was just like her current state of mind.

Before Hanbin appeared, the succession structure of Habuk was narrowed down to the first and second princes.

In fact, I wasn’t that worried when Hanbin received Pengga’s sword.

I thought that the competition between the first and second children was so boring that it was like throwing a stone into a calm lake.

But now, the stone was jumping around on the lake.

At that moment, the door to the third floor entrance opened.

Swish.

The man who came in through the door had a cloud symbol representing the Kunlun sect engraved on his sleeve.

Then others started rushing in.

Before we knew it, quite a few people had gathered around the large table where Mrs. Jeonghwa was sitting.

After greeting each of them individually, Mrs. Jeonghwa stood up from her seat.

She stood up, holding her glass in both hands, and bowed to those gathered.

“I would like to raise a glass to those who have come here to bring change to Hanam politics.”

The voice of Mrs. Jeong-hwa, holding the glass, was as sweet as honey. But her eyes were dazzling like a poisonous snake.

For a moment, she immediately hid her expression.

When Madam Jeong-hwa raised her glass, everyone lifted their glass and poured alcohol into their mouths.

As she snapped her fingers, the sound of the seven-stringed zither played by the entertainers who had taken their places suddenly became exciting.

In the midst of the lively atmosphere, a middle-aged man from Seonpungdogol opened his mouth.

“It is time for Hanam politics to change.”

The person who spoke was Li Jinming, a great disciple of the Kunlun School.

He was a guest staying at Hanamjeongga.

“Thank you for thinking so, Dojang.”

“you’re welcome.”

As Lee Jin-myeong slightly bowed his head, this time a man in white robes stood up from his seat and lifted his glass.

“I will raise a drink for the Hanam Jeongga and for the future head of the family.”

The chest of the man holding the glass had a clear pattern representing the Jeomchangpa.

He is Jeong Chang-myeong, a senior member of the Jeomchangpa faction.

At his words, Madam Jeonghwa waved her hand.

“I don’t think so. It’s still a long way off.”

“I think a year or two would be enough… … .”

“Thank you for telling me that.”

When Madam Jeonghwa bowed her head slightly, everyone looked at each other and smiled slightly.

How did this happen?

Just as Madam Jeonghwa had planted her own people in the Habuk Pengga as guests, she had also planted her own people in the Hanam Jeongga.

Her first target was actually Hanamjeongga, not Habukpangga.

For that reason, she recommended many of her people to Hanam Jeongga early on and helped them secure positions.

And this became the forward base that would help her achieve her ambitions.

After that, they only talked about light topics and avoided political topics.

When the place had become somewhat ripe, she looked at everyone and said.

“There is something good to see, so please visit Habukpangga in a week.”

When Madam Jeonghwa lifted her glass, Jinmyeong Lee of the Kunlun sect spoke.

“What good things to see?”

“Let me show you the Habukpangga sword.”

“The sword of Habuk?”

“Does Habuk’s black tiger really resemble a tiger? Or does it resemble something else?”

“That’s a difficult question. When I think of the Way of the Pengga, I think of the bravery of the tiger. But when I think of the sword, it’s unfamiliar. I will definitely go and broaden my knowledge.”

When Lee Jin-myeong raised his glass, everyone gathered smiled and nodded.

Could it be because of their laughter? The waves of Jangha were unusually surging today.

* * *

A week later, Cheonsujang.

Hanbin, who had been standing in the middle of the training ground since dawn, was out of breath.

“Gasp. Gasp!”

There was someone whose face turned even whiter than Hanbin, who had displayed martial arts skills to the point of turning his face white, and that was Hong Chil-gae.

“Have you just now spread the begging to the extreme?”

Hong Chil-gae’s eyes trembled.

Something ridiculous just happened.

It’s been nearly a month since Hong Chil-gae came here.

During that time, there were numerous wars of nerves between Hong Chil-gae and Han Bin.

The reason Hong Chil-gae gave Han Bin a knot was simple.

This was because the secret of opening could only be taught to true beggars who had tied knots.

The best martial art of Gaepoong, the Blue Dragon Eighteen Palms, and the only martial art that Gaepoong can show off, the Dog-Stick Technique.

Although he offered the best martial arts skills as bait, Hanbin refused them all.

Of course, Hanbin had two big reasons.

Firstly, it was because he didn’t want to become a beggar, and secondly, it was because Hanbin had the Yongrin Sword Technique, which was an unfinished but peerless technique.

Because each person’s interests did not match, the task of passing on martial arts was postponed day after day.

So, what I thought of was the eighteen steps of begging, which can be said to be the best open-mindedness and method.

Even if it was not a means of opening up, that method could be passed on.

What is the reason?

Because the eighteen steps of begging were difficult, they were too difficult.

For that reason, even if you teach, it is limited to the level of one or two stars.

Even Hong Chil-gae, who had been a beggar for sixty years, was able to achieve the level of a genius.

So then, what is the highest level of the Eighteen Steps of Begging?

I thought that only Zhang Qigong, the founder of the Eighteen Steps of Begging, knew about it.

But now, I have confirmed that polarity with my own eyes.

It was yesterday that I taught you the Eighteen Steps of Begging.

Polarity in one day?

It was one of two things.

Was Hanbin truly born with the fate of a beggar, or was he a martial arts genius that would make even Jang Sam-bong or Master Dharma cry?

Hong Chil-gae looked at Han-bin, calming his racing heart.

Hanbin was panting and looking off into space.

In Hong Chil-gae’s eyes, that appearance seemed like that of a Taoist master who transcended everything.

Of course, what Hanbin was looking at was the secret of the Yongrin Sword Technique.

After receiving the eighteen begging steps from Hong Chil-gae yesterday, something strange happened.

A new chapter has been added to the Yongrin Sword Technique.

[Fusion]

The explanation of the fusion section is simple.

If you learn martial arts that are compatible with Yongrin, you can use the Yongrin Sword Technique.

As space does not permit, I will omit the description of this martial art.

Then, the eighteen steps of begging were firmly established below.

[Guguksippalbo – The best light-hearted technique. It is a martial art that contains the energy of Yongrin. You can increase the effect by using the speed of the Yongrin sword technique.]

The result of using the knots in my stomach to spread out the Eighteen Steps of Begging is this current situation.

It was light as a leaf blowing in the wind and fast as lightning.

I could go wherever I wanted without even feeling the weight of my body, and it was to the point where my feet moved before my thoughts.

However, there was a problem.

After using ten of the inner spheres, my body started to slow down noticeably after a while.

It wasn’t just slowed down, it was in a state before the dragon’s skeleton sword technique was acquired.

[Speed: empty]

The cavity inside is now completely empty.

Hanbin had a question here.

There are ten basic rules for the Yongrin Sword Technique.

Is it really true that each of those knots has a limit of ten?

The minimum level of internal energy required to be included in the top 100 masters of the Jeongpa is one level.

In that case, the number of merits alone should have increased to at least sixty.

I thought that the simplification of the basic bookcase with the acquisition of the applied level was a stepping stone for the next expansion.

I poured all my heart into the eighteen steps of begging as a way to overcome that limitation.

The conclusion is failure.

All that happened was that I felt extremely tired.

Hong Chil-gae called Han-bin in a soft voice.

“Disciple.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You didn’t throw away the knot I gave you, did you?”

Hong Chil-gae looked at him with anticipation, but Han-bin spoke with a cold expression.

“Oh, it’ll be somewhere in my room.”

“Haha, you little bastard, if I’ve put this much effort into you, shouldn’t you at least wear it around your waist to show off?”

“I will think about that seriously.”

Hanbin quickly left the training ground after taking a deep breath.

I had an ominous feeling. Hong Chil-gae’s expression and tone of voice were somewhat dangerous at the moment. It felt like he was burning with the will to turn Han-bin into a real beggar.

Hong Chil-gae followed Han-bin and shouted,

“Disciple, let’s go together!”

* * *

The next morning.

Hanbin sat cross-legged on the platform in front of his residence, not in the training hall.

Hong Chil-gae asked at that sight.

“Disciple. Can you show me the eighteen steps of begging that you showed me yesterday once more?”

Hanbin opened his closed eyes.

“Master.”

“Why are you doing this, my disciple?”

“I’m sorry, but I would like you to refrain from speaking to me during breakfast.”

“Heh heh, wasn’t it just that I had my eyes closed? I didn’t feel any prayer in my eyes.”

“I understand that meditation is more important than circulating energy in a morning ritual.”

“Why not do training instead of meditation?”

“Then, would you mind giving me the Blue Dragon Eighteen?”

“Would that be okay?”

“Are you really going to give it to me?”

“If you only wear the knots I gave you, not only the Blue Dragon Eighteen, but also all of the Tagu Bongsul… … .”

Hanbin cut off Hong Chil-gae’s words.

“I don’t like that.”

Hong Chil-gae narrowed his eyes as Han Bin waved his hand.

The war of nerves has begun again.

To anyone who sees it, it looks like a merchant and a customer bargaining on a street corner, not a relationship between a master and a disciple.

Jang Ja-myeong, who was watching from the side, shook his head.

Of course, Sim Mi-ho and So Dae-seop were also next to him.

Everyone’s expression looked like a woodblock print.

Even though he was a temporary priest, this was completely against the rules of the martial arts world.

It was when everyone was looking at Hanbin and Hong Chil-gae.

Hanbin uncrossed his legs and stood up from his seat.

Hong Chil-gae asked at that sight.

“Why are you doing that? Do you have the heart to show off your martial arts skills?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Then, please unfold it quickly.”

“Not now.”

“Not now?”

As Hong Chil-gae tilted his head, a cloud of dust rose in the distance.

Hanbin smiled brightly at that sight.

I had a feeling who it was. The only person who could jump in with such precision was Cheolno.

As expected.

As the dust cloud cleared, Cheolno stood in front of Hanbin, gasping for breath.

“Your Majesty, I have finally arrived.”

“You’re finally here!”

When Hanbin nodded, Hong Chil-gae asked.

“What on earth has come?”

“The plum blossom swordsman of the Volcano Sect has come to fight with me.”

“Oh my.”

Hong Chil-gae’s eyes lit up.

That was when.

Peng Mubin’s group, guided by Jang Sam and Jo Ho, began to walk slowly.

Originally, only Seo Jae-oh of the Hwasan faction and Peng Dae-wi, who had been appointed as an observer, were scheduled to attend.

But there were quite a lot of people.

If you look closely, you can see Kunlun’s martial arts uniform and Jeomchang’s martial arts uniform.

Moreover, the one who came last was Madame Jeonghwa.

It was like a folding screen set up to suppress the distribution of martial arts.

Distribution?

Hanbin snickered and glanced at Hong Chil-gae.

There was no sign of the open elder, Mujeja Hong Chil-gae.

There was only an old man from Seonpungdo-gol wearing a white martial arts uniform, smiling brightly.

Will they be able to recognize Hong Chil-gae?

Hanbin could hang a bag of dried seaweed on ‘No’.

At that moment, their procession arrived in front of Hanbin.

Mrs. Jeong-hwa, who had been standing at the very back, came forward and smiled brightly.