Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Deciding Victory With This

Since he ate sufficiently and slept, he wasn't hungry.

I smelled whether the diaper was wet—it was fine.

Then simply sleep fussing.

I carefully lifted Taebok.

The tiny fellow soon stopped crying leaning against father's body.

Softly—only quiet breathing was heard.

'Did you save father?'

Usually Taebok didn't wake while sleeping.

After eating sufficiently and sleeping, he slept soundly until next waking.

Yet such Taebok suddenly cried and extracted me.

Feeling the warm fellow in my embraced arms, I was gratified alone.

Lowering my gaze, I saw Taebok's head.

When placing head on shoulder while sitting was fine, but when holding in arms, must hold slightly lower. Because the baby's head might hit an adult's face or collarbone.

Newborns' skull bones aren't all attached yet, so weak to impact.

Front and back of the head had places called anterior fontanelle and posterior fontanelle.

Bones were open with only skin and flesh—looking closely, it bulged together when baby breathed.

'In the previous life, I obtained spiritual medicine after turning one.'

One year was also too young an age. So I sweated bullets being careful during qi guidance.

This time, I'd make him accept spiritual medicine's qi from even younger age.

'At this speed, possible even before hundred days. Is being that young okay?'

Seems I'd need even more caution than after one year.

Everything had its time.

Too fast was as harmful as too late.

Qi to a baby whose skull bones weren't even attached?

That I didn't have to worry about this alone.

Wasn't there Divine Physician who was the best in this field? He'd firmly promised to help me.

'For now, I'll focus on spiritual medicine. If too fast, just store it somewhere well.'

Now focus on securing Luoyang's public order and becoming strong enough to obtain spiritual medicine.

No need to worry. No need to be anxious. No need to hesitate.

After whispering quietly to Taebok, I carefully laid him back in the baby bed and came out.

"Dear, why didn't you get some sleep?"

Since the topic passed.

If I just put him to sleep —

Aah, dragging time long was impossible.

Must find spiritual medicine quickly.

Since work in Luoyang felt approaching its end, must go on spiritual medicine journey as soon as it ends.

"There's something on my mind."

I'm the Ink Sword Hero. Calmly like settled black color.

"Wh-wh-wh-what is it?"

Only stammered three times.

"You naturally created a whirlwind?"

"When defeating Guyang An at the poetry gathering, you created a whirlwind in your hand."

Smile emerged—binggeut.

Martial arts talk. This I could talk about all night.

Right. Wife, you not knowing about Severed Meridians is good. Not knowing now is good.

"No, no, no, I was thinking."

"Because happy. Creating a whirlwind feels good."

I'd been thinking about this topic too anyway.

"Intuitively felt it would work. So I did it and it really worked."

"Is this possible at your current achievement?"

Reaching Four-Tenths mastery of Eight Trigram Unity Technique, I could operate Xun Trigram Technique.

But operation at Four-Tenths level. Could add swiftness to sword technique and movement technique, but interfering with wind's form was impossible.

"You said you gained insight last time."

"But with that insight I gained Xun Trigram Technique. Beyond that is difficult."

"What was the insight's content?"

I'd only said I gained insight without explaining content.

Because it related to regression experience, so difficult to explain.

The insight's content was:

Show current me to Heart Demon that came from past,

Unify past me with current me.

Past me and current me unify.

A martial artist devoting to martial arts training regardless of day or night.

Past or present, I couldn't remove martial arts from my identity.

Past me—martial arts and...

Current me—martial arts...

"Are they connecting?"

I'd been unconsciously using only operations I'd done at past Four-Tenths achievement.

But was there need for that?

Heart Demon that came from past—insight was ultimately memory.

But not only unpleasant memories came together.

For instance, I was changing Taebok's diaper skillfully. Received praise many times from Jayeong and Elder Jeong for doing well.

Current me hadn't done these movements, yet they were ingrained in my body.

Martial arts were the same.

Memory of having become strong was ingrained in my body. The sense of having minutely operated wind with Xun Trigram Technique was intact.

'Means I can use some operation methods learned after surpassing Four-Tenths now.'

And that operation could pull up my current martial arts more.

I jumped from my seat then realized I was mid-conversation.

"Ah, wife. Sorry. I thought of something briefly."

I tried to sit again.

Jayeong reached out to stop me from sitting.

"You're going to the meditation room?"

"Mm? That's right. Something just came to mind."

Jayeong's eyes curved gently. Encouraging me as gently as could be.

"I'm also a martial artist."

She was also a martial artist. Someone who knew what martial arts achievement meant.

So grateful that such Jayeong was my wife.

Carrying her encouragement on my back, I headed to the meditation room.

Silver Dragon Hero! Silver Dragon Hero! Silver Dragon Hero!

People's shouts calling Silver Dragon Hero filled all directions heaven and earth.

Thanks to the hero, jianghu's way was set right! Who could do such things! Only the hero!

Immeasurable Buddha, even our Shaolin's abbot descended the mountain to express gratitude to Silver Dragon Hero. Will arrive here soon.

Outstanding masters of Nine Sects One Gang surrounded as if guarding Silver Dragon Hero. The masters' ages were vastly high, most of them hoary with white hair.

Yet their gazes were full of gratitude and admiration for Silver Dragon Hero.

Not only Nine Sects One Gang. Murim Alliance is the same. Since righteousness the Alliance must protect was set right by Silver Dragon Hero's hand. This Alliance Leader Hwangbo Gihyeok can only be deeply grateful.

Wuhan's Murim Alliance main headquarters front gate.

There, the Alliance Leader bowed deeply.

Silver Dragon Hero! Silver Dragon Hero! Silver Dragon Hero!

At that sight, people's cheers resounded again.

This very Silver Dragon Hero—

A young hero using one silver staff.

Silver Dragon Hero Yang Cheonjoooo!

At the sweet imagination, Yang Cheonjo's mouth tore wide.

An imagination a fifteen-year-old young martial artist might have.

Though his body was prone in bushes monitoring Black Path base, his imagination was receiving gratitude from Alliance Leader and Nine Sects One Gang at Wuhan's main Alliance.

That imagination aimed toward the future.

Later growing up, must become a hero even Nine Sects One Gang and Alliance Leader look up to.

Subjugating Black Path and Demonic Cult, finding secret manuals and divine weapons hidden masters concealed, just becoming strong...

Yang Cheonjo's dream that yearned for Black Path because of freedom had now changed to great hero.

Even time prone in bushes wasn't difficult thinking it was heroic conduct.

Don't act rashly, just monitor. When I return, just tell me what happened.

Unlike mother Sang Jinhwa's earnest entreaties, Yang Cheonjo was slightly excited thinking he was playing a role.

Since Sang Jinhwa's lightness technique was superior, it was an unavoidable choice.

Mother said if she couldn't meet the Ink Sword Hero or didn't trust him, she'd look for others.

"How could he not be trustworthy? Mother is too cautious."

Yang Cheonjo trusted Jin Yeomyeong.

Meeting was the only problem. If only they met—

The Ink Sword Hero would come.

Then guiding the Ink Sword Hero, he too would storm Black Path base.

While wielding this silver staff.

Autumn already past half, days already chilly. Let alone in mountains.

Yang Cheonjo wore thick clothes with leather overtop blocking cold.

Still couldn't help cold seeping in.

Yet even that cold couldn't cool Yang Cheonjo's pounding heart.

Fluffy imagination of jumping among Black Path wielding staff had already entered imagination of Five Great Clans bowing.

Namgung Clan's young lady looking up at Yang Cheonjo with admiring gaze—

Why scream seeing my face?

Not imagined Namgung Clan's young lady, but an actual scream.

Toward where Yang Cheonjo was hiding, a group of people were running.

Having watched Black Path base direction, unclear where they came from.

Hastily examining people, except one adult with pickaxe on shoulder, all were children.

"Young bastards escaped well!"

"Miner bastard, won't you stop with the kids!"

Over ten Black Path were chasing behind.

'What kids here? And what miner?'

Yang Cheonjo cautiously watched the situation.

He was hidden in bushes on the ridge's high side. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.ɴet

People were coming on a single path toward the ridge.

If they kept climbing, they'd pass barely five jang beside where he was.

But before reaching here, Black Path would obviously catch the children and miner.

Don't act rashly, just monitor. When I return, just tell me what happened.

Mother's voice seemed audible.

Must properly fulfill monitoring role at least.

"Kill the miner bastard! Take back the kids!"

Black Path's voice echoed through the mountain.

Shamelessly shouting they'd kill people and take kids.

Then what should he do?

Step—before even thinking, he was leaving the safe forest toward the path.

Swoosh—many enemies so stepping forward was dangerous, yet his hand drew the staff itself.

"Of all times while imagining."

Imagination of becoming a great hero.

Since having such imagination, couldn't stay still.

If staying still here,

felt like he could never imagine like earlier again.

Even if someone called him a hero later, felt like he'd feel shame recalling today.

Though young, Yang Cheonjo clearly felt.

That he couldn't stay still here.

"Iyaaaa! You Black Path bastards! What wicked scheme are you plotting again!"

Eventually Yang Cheonjo burst out.

"That's also a kid? An escapee together?"

"Holding a staff though?"

Black Path looked at the suddenly appearing child.

At the very top of the ridge, a strange fellow was shouting.

Naturally speaking, they weren't frightened at all.

Yang Cheonjo threw his decisive move.

Pointing at them with his staff, he stuck his head out as far as possible toward the ridge's back.

"Over here! Black Path are here!"

Fighting was a bit much.

"Come quickly! Murim Alliance everyone!"

Acting with all his might blazed forth.