Chapter 79: Chapter 79

Chapter 79: The Duty of an Adult

A surprise attack is a beautiful thing.

Master Jang, crumpled against the wall, tried to leap up, but.

“A flawless logical development!”

He was pushed back and fell again while trying to counter the palm strike I extended.

He tried to get up again, but this time too.

“A meticulous logical development!”

This time, I put more inner energy into it, so he even coughed up blood from the internal injury.

“Cough. What is this. Attacking so suddenly!”

“Logic? This is a palm technique, not logic.”

“Isn't the logic of martial arts, Martial Logic, also logic? If the logic isn't right, you'll go straight into qi deviation.”

Master Jang had a dazed expression for a moment.

To bring him to his senses, I had no choice but to send another palm strike.

“A groundbreaking logical development!”

“And what if it's not logic. You deserve to be hit.”

“What. I, I was trying to treat the young master…”

Oh, right. Handangyudo was watching.

“Madam Yang, please cover Dangyu’s eyes and ears.”

And then I focused on Master Jang again.

There was a reason I had gone this far on our first meeting.

I hit him, I exchanged palm strikes with him, and I also sensed him with my Eight Sensations.

“You haven't learned an orthodox martial art, have you? It's a jumble. You're not a disciple of Buddhism, are you?”

I heard from the Vice Director before I came.

That Master Jang was said to have inherited the traditions of the Jiangxi Shanghui Temple.

However, I couldn't find a trace of the One Yang energy characteristic of Buddhist inner energy in Master Jang.

It was just a jumble.

That wasn't the only evidence that he was a charlatan.

“No matter how far Buddhism has spread and created sects throughout the world. Bringing a child back to his senses by slapping his cheek? You're mad. Absolutely mad. You want me to believe that?”

Throughout my entire life, no Buddhist martial artist had ever thought like that.

Recommending a slap to the cheek as a way to discipline a ten-year-old child—

“Is that something an adult should do, let alone a martial artist?”

Here is another bad adult. I didn't hold back and slapped his cheek.

Did I put too much strength into it?

It wasn't the sound of hitting flesh, but the sound of something breaking.

Master Jang’s eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness completely.

From behind me, Madam Yang cried out softly.

“Stop! He is a renowned martial artist we brought in to treat Dangyu.”

I turned to look at her and saw that the Han family's warriors, who had appeared at some point, were surrounding her.

“Did you not hear my conversation with Master Jang? Please check this man's origins once more. It will probably be different from what is known.”

“His inner energy itself is not pure. Please investigate thoroughly.”

And then I was about to turn back to beat up Master Jang some more.

My eyes suddenly met with those of the family warriors.

‘Are they grateful to me?’

I bypassed them, appeared before their mistress, and beat up the family's master?

But just as my eyes had met theirs, the meaning dawned on me.

“Madam Yang. Did you usually trust this man?”

“He was the only martial artist who would take care of Dangyu.”

“So the family warriors knew but couldn't say anything.”

I slapped the unconscious Master Jang’s cheek one more time.

“As warriors of a prestigious family, their skills must be considerable. They must have had doubts about this man's identity. But since their master and mistress trusted him, they couldn't speak up. Isn't that right?”

They must have been so frustrated all this time. I deliberately threw a question to let the warriors speak up.

One of the older warriors stepped in front of Madam Han and bowed deeply.

“I apologize. We could not speak because you were leaning on him for support.”

The parents, who were going through a hard time worrying about their child, were leaning on him for support.

The family warriors had also been hesitant to take away that support.

I had a guess and asked the older warrior’s back.

“I intervened before this man could act. But what if I hadn't?”

“We would have stepped in ourselves.”

The older warrior glanced at me over his shoulder and added a word.

No one had stopped me from rushing in here.

It was partly because my movement arts were fast, but the family warriors had also deliberately let me through.

From this, I could tell the virtue of Mr. and Mrs. Han.

The attitude of the warriors now could not be explained by a master-servant relationship alone. They had hesitated to speak out of genuine concern for the couple.

And this man named Master Jang.

“Trying to swindle parents who are going through a hard time.”

I hit his head one more time.

Did I hit him too hard?

If you were going to hit a child's cheek, then you should offer up an adult's head.

I remember the old days.

I too had met such people.

Although I relied on the Alliance for collecting spiritual medicine, I also sought them out privately.

False rumors and fake spiritual medicines flooded in.

When you're that desperate, you can't even ward off such things.

Some of them were so plausible that they made me waste my efforts.

When I came home after a futile effort and saw Taebok’s face.

“Really. This kind of guy. Where, where do they keep coming from.”

Paaak, paaak, paaak, paaak.

Remembering those days makes my hands rough.

“Huuuu. Consider yourself lucky that the child is here.”

If Handangyudo hadn't been here, I might not have been able to stop.

It seems he's already a bit of a bloody mess.

Well, that much is fine.

Now, let me compose myself.

The wife was covering Handangyudo’s eyes and ears well.

The older family warrior raised his hand toward me.

“Ink Sword Hero, just a moment.”

Some of the family warriors moved quickly and carried Master Jang out.

The sound of slapping from the direction they left must be my imagination.

“Madam Yang, you may now free student Handangyudo's eyes and ears.”

The wife removed her hands and the hem of her skirt from the child.

The little boy just blinked, not knowing what was going on.

Right, it's better that you don't know what just happened.

“Let’s sort out the situation.”

I’m glad I visited today.

After seeing Master Jang, I felt that way even more.

The treatment, I’ll do it.

“Today at the academy, student Handangyudo became enraged and left the training hall. A small misunderstanding led to a fight.”

Madam Yang, despite her confusion, focused on my words as her son's matter was mentioned.

“I followed him and talked with student Handangyudo. Dangyu calmed down, returned to the academy, and reconciled with his friends.”

“Is it true that he returned and reconciled?”

“Of course. It is an undeniable fact.”

Madam Yang’s eyes widened.

“An undeniable fact…”

She seemed to not believe it.

Handangyudo just happily hugged his mother.

“The teacher! He wiggled, and I felt better.”

“Wiggled? Do you mean he danced?”

“He waved his hands too!”

Madam Yang covered her mouth in surprise.

“The teacher hugged you? An adult other than your mom and dad? And you felt okay?”

She had said that Handangyyudo would get angry if someone even touched him slightly.

So Madam Yang couldn't help but be surprised to hear that I had calmed him down by hugging him.

“His embrace was warm, but… uung, I felt refreshed?”

So that's how it was.

That’s how it felt to this child.

“I cleared away a little of the turbid energy that was covering student Handangyudo.” Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel-fire.ɴet

“Yes. I don’t know how it came about, but I was definitely able to clear it away.”

Now for today’s purpose.

“I might be able to clear away the turbid energy completely.”

Energy Guidance and Exercise spanning my past and present lives.

The experience of entering and coming out of the Primordial Chaos.

If I mobilize these, I can do it.

“Will you entrust him to me?”

Madam Yang immediately sent a message to her husband, Hansagwang.

I don't know what he was doing, but he returned to the mansion right away. As the head of the Han family, he must be an unusually busy man.

After hearing the whole story, Hansagwang sat his son on his lap.

“Dangyu, did you understand the teacher’s explanation about the treatment?”

“Then what should we do? I think Dangyu has to want to be treated.”

“You want to? Even though you didn't understand?”

Handangyudo looked up at his father and smiled.

“My head felt clear.”

“I didn't really know.”

“My head felt like a clean mirror. When I asked Uhye, she said my head was clear.”

“I want my head to be clear again.”

Hansagwang slowly lowered his head and touched his forehead to his son’s.

“Then we must do it.”

Hansagwang, who had been sitting with his son like that for a while, raised his face.

“Master Jin, I will entrust him to you.”

And he bowed his head once more.

This time, it was to greet me.

Even without saying much, his heart was conveyed.

Because I am a father too.

I didn't say much either.

I just took Handangyudo and headed to the Han family's training hall.

The autumn sky I looked up at on the way was exceptionally clear.

Let’s make Handangyudo’s mind as clear as that.

With the family warriors surrounding the training hall like an iron wall, guarding it.

I placed the palm of my hand on Handangyudo’s back inside.

“Just breathe comfortably. The teacher will take care of the rest.”

This is different from Energy Guidance and Exercise.

This is the task of driving out the turbid energy from within the child.

You can think of it as cleaning the blood vessels with the energy of nature.

If I draw in the energy of nature too strongly, the blood vessels will be damaged, and if it's too weak, the turbid energy will remain.

I drew the energy of nature in through the palm of my hand.

I tried to push the turbid energy to gauge its strength.

How can a small ten-year-old body be so full of turbid energy?

The roots are not deep, but it has settled widely. The blood vessels throughout his body are overflowing with turbid energy.

Anger rises without a target.

My anger becomes the foundation for the circulation of the Eight Trigrams.

Even if I haven't mastered all the Trigram Techniques, something like turbid energy is no match.

Burn what needs to be burned.

Scorch what needs to be scorched.

I learned the Eight Trigram Unity Technique, defeated numerous enemies, and in the end, I cut down the Cult Leader.

But here and now, I am treating a child.

It is the same martial art, yet sometimes it is used to kill, and sometimes to heal.

It is because I, the person who learned the martial art, have changed.

I sent the energy of nature to every part of Handangyudo’s eight extraordinary meridians.

When I reached his head, where the turbid energy was clumped and imprinted, I used the Kan Trigram Technique, the water's natural energy, to cleanly melt away the turbid energy all the way to the Baihui acupoint.

Did my Eight Trigram Unity Technique make the child's energy flow properly?

Following me, a sigh flowed from the little boy’s mouth.

The boy was silent after that and then suddenly opened his mouth.

“That is your original self.”

You have found yourself again.

“And it will be so from now on.”

Handangyudo was silent again.

But it is quiet here.

The faint sound of the child sniffling can be heard.

It is not a sad sound.

Rather, it is a sweet sound.

Because it is the sound that opens Handangyudo's clear future.

The one word that was heard soon after made me smile.

It was the duty of an adult.