Invitation to the Chatroom of the Gods - Chapter 122



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Episode 122 – The Shaman’s Teachings (2)

The momentum of the extended Yangjongcheon River.

It was getting stronger and stronger, pressing down on my skin.

The other Taoist monks were greatly embarrassed by Yang Jong-cheon’s attitude, which seemed to regard them as intruders, and tried to stop him.

“Hey, Master Yang?”

“There’s no need to go that far···.”

However, Yang Jong-cheon’s momentum showed no signs of abating.

He kept pressuring me with more and more momentum.

Although Yang Jong-cheon’s reaction seemed a bit excessive, it was me who broke the custom of Haegeomji.

Since it was a law that one must follow the shaman’s rules when visiting a shaman, I politely accepted the ticket and said.

“I had no intention of being rude to the shaman.”

Then, Yang Jong-cheon suddenly flinched and trembled.

The eyes that were wide-eyed seemed surprised that I wasn’t overwhelmed by their momentum.

“I didn’t mean to be rude to the shaman, but I won’t follow the shaman’s customs? What kind of contradiction is that?”

Yang Jong-cheon’s momentum towards me grew stronger.

It seemed like they wouldn’t let me into the shaman’s office unless I did a swordsmanship test, but it was a bit difficult to do a swordsmanship test.

No matter what, I didn’t want to go into a tiger’s mouth with my bare body.

In that case, a suitable excuse had to be created.

After a moment of hesitation, I slowly opened my mouth.

“Recently, I received a generous reward from Your Majesty.”

Yang Jong-cheon’s expression distorted subtly at my words.

The other Taoists around me nodded slightly, but it seemed like they all knew that I had received a huge reward.

It was an enormous reward, given by none other than the Emperor himself, and it was enough to establish a small nation.

It would have been strange if rumors had not spread.

Anyway, there was no need to explain it in detail.

“I found it by chance among the awards I received···.”

I took out a fairly thick book from my bosom.

“What is that?”

“This is the secret recipe of a shaman that was lost a long time ago.”

Then the eyes of the surrounding Taoists opened wide.

Yang Jong-cheon also opened his eyes wide, seeming quite surprised.

“Is that the secret of the lost shaman?”

Of course it was a joke.

No, that was a lie.

But it wasn’t all a lie.

The contents of that note are truly what Jang Sam-bong left behind.

This was a secret book containing the martial arts and teachings of Jang Sam-bong that I had studied day and night for five days.

Thus, in this secret book, there were not only the shaman’s martial arts that had been lost for a long time, but also the enlightenment that Jang Sam-bong had not been able to pass on to the shaman.

“I came to return the shaman’s things.”

Then the surrounding area became a complete mess.

“Our shaman’s secret recipe···.”

“You came to return it···?”

Everyone seemed to have no doubt that this was the shaman’s secret recipe discovered in the imperial archives.

That would be the case, as the imperial palace was a place where all the wealth and treasures of the world were gathered.

This is not only the case today, but also hundreds of years ago, and there were frequent cases of lost secret books being discovered like this.

Throughout history, there have been many instances where the records of lost sects have been discovered in the imperial archives.

Of course, there were quite a few things to discover.

There weren’t many cases where it was returned to the sect.

In fact, it would be correct to say that there were almost none, but among them, the shaman’s secret technique was the highest of the ascending martial arts.

It is a treasure among treasures that any martial artist learning martial arts would naturally covet.

But he readily gives it back.

And that too without any compensation.

“Uh, how···?”

“It is said that even if you walk with the emperor, you will never lose the hearts of the people…”

“The rumors weren’t false···.”

The gaze and feelings directed at me could not have been bad.

The custom of divination by the sea was no longer in their minds.

But just one person.

“How can you believe that?”

Yang Jong-cheon did not stop his suspicious gaze from directed at me. Along with his suspicion, he also had a look of wariness toward me.

“What do you know about shamans that makes you so sure that it is a shaman’s secret or not?”

It seemed necessary to clear Yang Jong-cheon’s suspicions.

The claim that he had accidentally found it in the royal secrets was a lie, but it was clear that it was the lost shaman’s secret.

That is why it should not be passed on to anyone else without caution.

Even though he was a shaman of the same profession, he was cautious and wanted to meet Jang Gyo-jin in person and convey the message.

But if it’s Yang Jong-cheon······.

‘I think it’ll be okay.’

Yang Jong-cheon was a shaman’s later index and was a talent of the next generation.

Although he was not a shaman’s officer, he could be said to represent the shaman.

“Come and see for yourself.”

After a moment of hesitation, I handed the secret book to the Taoist guarding the Taoist temple.

The Taoist who received the emergency letter walked quickly and handed the letter back to Yang Jong-cheon, who accepted the letter with eyes full of doubt.

And upon checking the contents of the emergency letter.

“······!!!”

Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes opened wide.

The more he passed the emergency room, the more Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes grew wide.

The martial art that represented the shaman was the ‘Taegeuk Hyegeom’, but the martial arts that Jang Sam-bong left behind were not limited to the Taegeuk Hyegeom.

In the first place, martial arts were not just about swordsmanship.

Even if they used the same sword, the direction they pursued was different for each person.

Thus, Jang Sangbong paved the way for future generations of Taoists to follow the many paths containing the principles of Taegeuk.

However, as time passed, the shaman’s belongings were now lost.

Sword techniques such as Chilseonggeom, Taecheongcheonggeom, Daera Daehwangeom, and Hyeoncheongeom were basic.

New techniques and protective techniques such as Hyeoncheonbo, Yuunshinbeop, and Yeoncheongsilpalbi, and martial arts, field techniques and ground techniques such as Mugeukkwon, Chilseongkwon, Taegeuksipjeolji, Jincheoncheoljang, Muyeongshinnasu, and Geoncheontaeeulji.

Furthermore, there were also methods such as Hyeoncheon-do and Hoeseon-do, and formations such as Jinmu Chiljeoljin, Daecheon Ganggeomjin, and Cheongang Childujin were all written down.

‘I thought my eyes would fall out making that.’

So I really had a hard time.

It took five full days of work, day and night, just to make the emergency kit.

Even though he had little remaining merit, he trained all night long in order to teach properly.

Anyway, you can tell at a glance that it is a shaman’s secret.

Along with the shaman’s help, it is the best excuse to meet the shaman’s disciples.

······That was when I thought about it.

“No need.”

Suddenly, Yang Jong-cheon covered the emergency room with a slap.

You don’t believe me, do you?

It could be that the martial arts of the lost shaman were not the only ones that existed.

Jang Sam-bong also recorded and wrote down all the new teachings he had learned in the celestial world.

That is, there were quite a few unfamiliar martial arts and teachings.

“There is a reason for things being lost and forgotten.”

······Still, it was by no means a normal reaction.

No matter how unfamiliar the martial arts and teachings were, they were none other than Jang Sam-bong’s.

The colors of the shaman were completely absorbed into it, and it could be said to be the shaman itself, so to speak, it was not something unfamiliar or strange.

It was the same even if it was unfamiliar.

They say you see as much as you know.

There was no way that someone as skilled as Yang Jong-cheon would not have recognized the value of that secret.

If they are giving it to you for free, why would you refuse and say you don’t need it?

There was absolutely no reason for that to happen, as long as the contents of that emergency didn’t get in the way of the shaman, and if it helped, it couldn’t get in the way.

Above all, the phrase ‘it’s not necessary’ was strange.

“Then I’ll show it to the officers-.”

“I told you it wasn’t necessary.”

Hurrruk!

A hot flame rose above Yang Jong-cheon’s hand.

“Sammaejinhwa!”

One of the Taoists shouted in surprise.

Samadhi true fire.

It was a martial art that used internal energy to create flames.

However, it was just a word and did not require any special enlightenment.

Since it was simply utilizing fire among the five elements contained in qi, there was no need to reach any particular level.

However, the reason it is called a martial art is because it can be used mostly from a level higher than ‘peak’.

The reason is that the Sammaejinhwa requires extreme consumption of internal energy, so it can only be used by those with at least the highest level of internal energy.

Therefore, the Samadhi Evolution is also considered a symbol of the peak.

“When on earth did Master Yang Jong-cheon······?”

“Oh my god!”

The eyes of the surprised Taoists gradually filled with a sense of astonishment.

That was understandable, as the flames emitted by Yang Jong-cheon’s Samadhi Evolution were unusual.

That is, it did not appear to be at the peak level.

The efficiency of the Samadhi Evolution was not very good compared to the internal energy.

So most of them were limited to burning paper at best. Only at the highest level could they burn the toxins in the body.

Only someone of the level of Hwagyeong could cause minor burns, and only someone of the level of Murim Grand Prince could generate firepower that could harm a person.

To put it simply, it is a martial art with a terrible cost-effectiveness.

So, the Sammaejinhwa was mainly used to push the opponent with internal energy or to scare them······.

Huruk, huruk!

Yang Jong-cheon’s Samadhi Evolution instantly burned down the secret.

Whoosh whoosh!

······That level of firepower was enough to burn a person.

In other words, it was a three-stage evolution that was only possible for someone at the level of a martial arts master.

In other words, it means that Yang Jong-cheon possessed internal energy similar to that of the Grand Prince of Murim······.

“The Samadhi Evolution has been completed to that extent···!”

“Wow, that’s ridiculous···.”

All the shamans who were watching the situation opened their mouths in shock.

As Yang Jong-cheon lightly waved his hands, the blazing Samadhi fire disappeared.

Although a large amount of internal energy was consumed, he showed no signs of difficulty at all.

Yang Jong-cheon just looked at me with a smile, as if enjoying the attention and interest of the Taoists.

······It was definitely strange.

Of course, it had been quite some time since I last saw Yang Jong-cheon. It had been almost a year since I had seen him since the Yongbong branch meeting.

However, even during the Yongbong branch, Yang Jong-cheon was not even at his ‘peak’.

But it was absurd that in just one year, he had surpassed his peak and had acquired a level of internal energy similar to that of the Great King of Murim.

Of course, it was a comparison of ‘internal energy’ and not ‘realm’.

As the saying goes, a scholar should be seen again after three days, so it is possible that he has grown rapidly over the past year.

Even for me, it couldn’t even be compared to the time of Yongbongjihoe.

Still, my conclusion was that ‘that’s too much.’

That would be the case. It was possible because I had the immortal elixir of the Supreme Elder.

Crucially, I was able to increase my internal energy thanks to the Heavenly Peach that Goocheonhyeonnyeo gave me.

But Yang Jong-cheon wasn’t like that.

All that was needed was the Taecheongsindan (太淸神丹), which was called the shaman’s treasure. And as far as I know, the internal energy possessed by Taecheongdan does not exceed ten gapja.

Unless you take Taecheongsindan like eating rice······.

No, considering that the effectiveness continues to decline, it is impossible to take it like eating rice.

Just by looking at the Grand Prince of Murim who was about to rip off the royal family’s secrets, the answer was clear.

It took over 30 years for the Grand Prince of Murim to gain the internal energy of 50 years. However, it was impossible for him to gain the level of internal energy comparable to that of the Grand Prince of Murim in just one year.

······This was definitely strange.

Even if it was excessive, it was too excessive.

I looked at Yang Jong-cheon quietly.

‘I can’t see it…’

And the realm of Yang Jong-cheon was not visible.

Is this an illusion caused by a counterattack?

If that’s the case, then it means that Yang Jong-cheon’s realm is higher than mine.

It didn’t just mean high, it meant extremely high.

But I quickly realized that wasn’t the case.

The illusion of a counterattack was not necessarily caused by a difference in realm.

Of course, most of the illusions of a counterattack are caused by the fact that the gap between the other person’s level and mine is too wide.

But the key lies in the ‘inability to recognize’ the other person.

There are other reasons why a similar illusion could arise.

One of the most representative reasons was this.

‘I have reached a level I didn’t know about······.’

It was a strangeness and an ‘unrecognizable impossibility’ based on ignorance.

Yang Jong-cheon learned ‘something’ that I neither know nor can understand.

That is precisely why I cannot grasp the realm of Yang Jong-cheon now.

Of course, it was not Jang Sam-bong’s martial arts and teachings.

There was no way I could not know about Jang Sam-bong’s martial arts and teachings.

Furthermore, it wasn’t Taoist either. I couldn’t not know that either.

It was the same with Buddhism.

I didn’t know much about Confucianism, but Namgung Se-ga’s sword followed the Confucian line.

So, comparing Namgung Yerin’s sword and her martial arts, it can be said that it is by no means Confucian.

As you said, it was something I couldn’t figure out, but what I was certain of was that it was not the Way of Confucianism, Buddhism, or Taoism.

Furthermore, that level of growth is impossible through worldly methods.

The Grand Prince of Murim could be said to be at the limit of the secular world, but Yang Jong-cheon surpassed that limit.

Of course, Yang Jong-cheon did not take the elixir of the Supreme Master or receive teachings from the immortals.

In that case, it was narrowed down to just one case.

In my experience, there is only one case where such growth is possible.

The absorption technique of the Blood Heavenly Goddess who absorbed the energy of millions of people.

If Yang Jong-cheon had absorbed human essence and blood, such growth would have been possible.

In other words, we can conclude that Yang Jong-cheon learned ‘magic skills’.

Saaaaah-.

The completely burned embers turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.

A blackened pile of ash passed through my vision.

It was a difficult situation where he had to work hard day and night to study because his conversion merits were already lacking.

It was a secret document that was written with such care that it took five whole days just to transcribe it.

Five days of hard work were turning into ashes right before my eyes.

Before I knew it, my fist clenched.

Before I knew it, my teeth were clenched and chewed.

And so the emotion of anger welled up.

But it wasn’t the burning coals that made me angry.

It wasn’t because of Yang Jong-cheon’s rudeness either.

It wasn’t because of the five days of hard work that it turned into ashes.

It’s just an emergency, so just rewrite it.

I could laugh off that little bit of rudeness.

I can go through all that trouble as much as I want.

It wasn’t easy to endure the hardships of five days and nights, but it was nothing compared to the kindness I received from Senior Jang Sam-bong.

If I can repay even a little of the kindness I have received, I can do it a hundred times, a thousand times, as much as I want.

According to Jongli Kwon, magical power is achieved very quickly, but requires human blood as a reward.

Thus, it was said that in order to obtain the ultimate energy, one would need the blood and essence of as many as ‘1,000’ people.

And now.

The amount of internal energy that Yang Jong-cheon currently possesses is estimated to be comparable to that of the Great King of Murim.

In just one short year, 30 years had passed.

How much is it?

“Did you sacrifice people?”

And how much more?

“Did you intend to sacrifice people?”

At that moment, Yang Jong-cheon’s expression flinched and trembled.

I tried to keep a calm expression in a hurry, but I couldn’t help but feel my eyes wavering.

“What value is power gained in that way?”

Power is merely a result.

It’s not that surprising that an elephant can lift 100 pounds.

But it is amazing that a rabbit can lift 100 pounds.

The result of 100 pounds is the same, but the reactions are completely different.

The process by which a rabbit can lift 100 pounds.

The result of the same 100 pounds is different in its essence.

“The result is never just the destination.”

Power is just a ‘result’.

How one gets the results proves one’s intrinsic value.

There is no being alive in this world.

The outcome we face is the inevitable end and conclusion.

so.

“The way of a shaman is to not be obsessed with the result, but to make the process of getting there valuable.”

“The Way of the Shaman?”

Then Yang Jong-cheon burst into laughter with an expression that said, “That’s not right.”

“What do you know about shamans?”

“I’m not babbling.”

“···what?”

Yang Jong-cheon made a bewildered expression as if asking what I was talking about. His face was filled with annoyance, as if he thought I was joking.

But I didn’t bother to explain it.

I couldn’t explain it, and even if I did, it would be meaningless.

Although not in all situations, there are times when a statement of force is more effective than a lengthy explanation.

I slowly pulled out the dragon’s fang.

“I don’t think I have the courage to teach shamanism.”

From the beginning, shamans were not people who could be taught.

What’s wrong isn’t the ‘shaman’.

Anyone who harms the shaman’s intentions is wrong.

“Everything I do from now on is ‘the teachings of a shaman.’”

So, this is simply the ‘teachings of the shaman’ that Jang Sam-bong originally wanted to establish in this land.

* * *

A sudden surge of murderous intent.

At the same time, Cheongun’s new form disappeared from sight.

‘danger!’

Yang Jong-cheon instinctively swung his sword.

Almost at the same time, a loud explosion went off before my eyes.

The blue clouds that can only be seen then.

Cheongun swung his sword at Yang Jongcheon without warning. However, Yang Jongcheon had no time to argue about it.

······was not visible.

I couldn’t perceive Cheongun’s movements for even a single moment.

The movement of Cheongun just now would have been impossible without leaping over space itself.

Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes widened in surprise. And it wasn’t just the movement that surprised Yang Jong-cheon.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The power of the qi (罡氣) emitted from the Cheongun Sword.

The heat that contained the fierce flames was incomparable to that of Yang Jong-cheon’s Samadhi Jinhwa.

“Ugh···!”

The power of pure energy was absurd. Yang Jong-cheon chewed his teeth.

Cheongun’s strength is greater than expected, but not to the point where it is unbearable.

Above all, it was a new power that he had learned. It allowed him to overcome Yang Jong-cheon’s limitations.

“This kid!!”

Yang Jong-cheon exploded the internal energy of his danjeon.

And so, force met force, and boom! An explosion occurred. With each explosion, light flashed in all directions.

Cheongun and Yangjongcheon did not back down even an inch.

At first glance, it seemed like a battle of wits. However, Yang Jong-cheon could tell.

‘I… am being pushed?’

It’s this side that’s being pushed. Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes opened wide.

This is absolutely impossible. Being pushed back in a clash of powers means losing your internal energy.

If it were before, I would admit it, but not now.

The new power that Yang Jong-cheon learned was that the concept of being pushed back was absolutely not applicable.

“How dare you!!”

Yang Jong-cheon opened his eyes wide and exploded with power. He swung his sword as if scattering energy.

Kwakwakwang!

Gang-gi’s devastating attack struck Cheong-un. Cheong-un quickly threw his body away. And while throwing his body away, he swung his sword and kicked away Gang-gi’s devastating attack.

‘what···?’

Wedge!

Without any time to panic, Cheongun’s sword shot out as fast as light.

A single blow that contains the secret of pleasure.

It’s too late to avoid it, so we have to strike it out.

Yang Jong-cheon mustered up his energies to the max. He had to aim for the moment when Cheong-un’s sword was about to strike.

However, Cheongun’s speed was too fast. It was so fast that it was difficult for Yang Jongcheon’s spirit to chase after it.

But that’s okay. The faster you go, the more straightforward and simple the attacks will be.

That level of extreme pleasure cannot contain any change.

It was at that time that Yang Jong-cheon was concentrating on his skills.

Suddenly Cheongun’s hand moved. The sword that had been piercing like light suddenly changed its trajectory. The sword that had been shooting straight forward swung in a large spiral and approached.

‘That’s ridiculous!’

Yang Jong-cheon’s eyes filled with confusion for a moment.

Clearly, with that level of pleasure, it would never be possible to mix in changes.

But how on earth······?

Cheongun’s sword extended out with a swish. It was fast and heavy. Yang Jongcheon, who barely managed to block Cheongun’s sword, turned his wavering eyes toward Cheongun.

Cheongun was holding the sword with only one hand.

Then what about the other hand···?

A clenched fist of Cheongun.

It stretched out beyond Cheongun’s shoulder, and an indescribable power began to condense.

It is an extremely great and powerful force, and it is the energy that fills all things in this universe.

‘This, this is···!!’

It was at that moment that Yang Jong-cheon’s shaking eyes finally turned to shock.

Tai Chi Chuan (Tai Chi Chuan).

Jin (眞) – Twenty-three types.

A wild and chaotic flower.

Pfft …

Joint sounds that cannot be heard from humans.

Yang Jong-cheon was hit squarely in the face and was sent flying dozens of times before crashing into the wall.