Episode 40: Be Strong, Ian!
The next day, I went to Cheonmajeon early to see my father.
My father was not in Daejeon, but was at a private training center.
I’m waiting outside until you finish your training.
“Come in.”
My father, who had been informed of my visit, invited me into the training center. I was nervous as I entered. It was my first time in my father’s personal training center.
The moment I stepped inside.
My father, who was in the middle of the training ground, rushed toward me.
The supernatural power that my father displayed was the power of Hades.
The black magic sword flew in there.
Cheonma holds the Cheonma Sword and uses the Mingwangbo to attack someone?
It was an attack that no one, no matter who the opponent, could survive.
In a flash, the situation was over.
The Heavenly Demon Sword was suspended in midair.
I was standing right next to the Cheonmagyeom. It was close enough that my breath could be felt on the blade. I dodged my father’s attack with a flash.
In the fight between the Hades and the Flashing Stone, did the Flashing Stone win? Of course not.
In the first place, it was an attack that I could barely avoid.
“You keep targeting this handsome face.”
“Those who come after you from outside will not be as merciful as I am.”
“Thank you for saving my life.”
I looked around my father’s training ground as if nothing had happened.
“I thought there would be something special, but there isn’t.”
There really wasn’t any.
There were only a few swords, swords, spears, etc. standing on the empty space wall.
“At least there isn’t a single training doll set up.”
“Why keep things you don’t need?”
Well, I also train while imagining imaginary enemies. Would it be any different for my father?
At that moment, an iron plate attached to the wall caught my eye.
It was about a span thick and had a fist-sized dent in it, and surprisingly, it was made of perennial iron.
“Oh my God! How strong must your fists be? This is perennial abuse.”
“Stop talking nonsense and come here.”
There was a reason my father brought me to the training center.
“Open the Wind God’s Book.”
“yes.”
Since I didn’t have many opportunities to receive teachings from my father, I did my best to spread the Pungsinsabo.
The Poongsinsabo consists of four major types of precepts, but each type contains over nine hundred variations. Depending on the interpretation, the variations can increase or decrease.
Depending on how you interpret and use that change, the movement will be slightly different, and ultimately, the power of the Wind God Sabo will be different. This is why the feeling and power of the same martial art can be different depending on who uses it.
When I finished my meal, my father was reminded of me. Perhaps it was because my achievements were higher than he had thought.
I had many conversations with my father about the vegetarian diet I had been involved in.
At first, it was simply a debate about whether to put more or less force into your feet, and whether to turn your waist faster or not.
I told him exactly what I thought. There were some parts that went against my father’s opinion, but surprisingly, he was very flexible.
As I said, he showed his talent on the spot.
“I think the correct interpretation is to put more force on the right foot, as you said.”
In these moments when we were talking about martial arts, my father felt like a different person. He was free, generous, and reasonable.
We talked about the Pungsinsa Temple with my father for a long time.
I was so engrossed in the conversation that I realized I was hungry before the discussion on Muhak ended.
When the conversation ended, I felt that the level of Fengshensabo had grown significantly.
“Thank you for giving me such great teachings. This grace is… … .”
I will repay you by killing the fire weapon.
“I’ll pay you back later.”
My father suddenly said to me while I was whining.
“Eat and go.”
For a moment I was startled.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I first heard it from my father. He said, ‘Let’s eat together.’”
“Everything is a surprise.”
My father left the training center first. As my father said, I was moved by everything, but honestly, I was touched.
I had dinner with my father.
I thought they would serve a sumptuous feast, but there weren’t as many dishes as I thought. It was a really neat table.
“There’s more rice, so eat as much as you want.”
“yes.”
I ate without complaining. It wasn’t an opportunity that came often, so I tried to remember this moment well.
My father gave me a strange look as I ate quietly, then continued eating in silence.
Well, when I was with my father, I would deliberately play around more, joke around, and act cute.
But at this moment, my father and I, who were on the verge of regression, were eating. Old man against man, man against man. And yet, as father and son.
‘Father… … I missed moments like this.’
I never missed it before. But it wasn’t until this moment that I realized. Deep down, I had been missing this place.
That was how I ended my historic first meal with my father. This first meal without a single word was something I will never forget.
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After finishing the meal, my father asked me.
“Did the cold taste good to you?”
Now it’s time to go back to my usual self.
“Would you like to swap rooms with me?”
Don’t be upset, Im Sook-soo. I was just joking.
“No problem.”
“haha.”
I drank the alcohol that came with the meal with my father.
“You drank alcohol at Doma and Magachon?”
“yes.”
Indeed, my father knows everything I do at school.
“How much do you trust him?”
“I don’t believe it.”
“why?”
“Because I don’t know about him. No matter how transparent someone may seem, you shouldn’t be proud of knowing them.”
When I answered as my father had taught me, my father looked satisfied. He was worried that I might get stabbed in the back if I trusted Thomas.
“Why did you come to me today?”
It was more than four hours after I had come to see my father that I was asked this question.
“I have a favor to ask.”
“Speak.”
“Please add one more to my family.”
My father made a face as if to say, “What kind of nonsense is that?”
“Does that mean you want to get married?”
“no.”
“then?”
“I would like to teach the art of the Bicheon Sword to Ian, the receiver.”
I was planning to teach Ian the art of the Bicheon Sword, which I had mastered. Only by mastering the Bicheon Sword will he be able to maintain his position as the Lord of the Guiyeong.
The problem was that the Bicheon Sword Technique was a martial art that could only be passed down to Cheonma’s blood relatives. It could not be passed down without the father’s permission.
“You’re going to take my real blood relatives behind their backs, but then treat the receiver as your family?”
“Yes. He is more precious than blood relatives. And he is also someone who will achieve great things in the future.”
“The Sword Technique of the Heavenly Blade is your unique martial art. Is that okay?”
“My poisonous martial arts will become the Nine Fire Demonic Arts.”
All of these processes of trying to collect the Bloodthirsty Demon and the Ilhwa Sword, enthroning Jangho as the Demon Lord, and establishing a new Demonic Realm will be in vain if I do not become the successor.
In the end, all of these things are ultimately for the sake of gaining recognition from my father. Only by becoming his successor and learning the art of the Nine Fire Demons can I deal with the Fire Weapon.
“You’re so confident.”
“He is a person who is worth teaching.”
“In what way?”
“He is a better person than me.”
Perhaps because it was an unexpected answer, my father was silent for a moment.
After a drink, my father asked.
“Are you planning to make that child the head of your organization?”
“Yes, that’s right. There may be some demons that I remove in the future. I will fill that gap with my private organization. So please allow me.”
Then, my father said a cheerful word.
“good night.”
At first I thought I had misheard. I thought there was no way he would give permission so easily.
“Are you really saying that Ian can learn the art of the Heavenly Sword?”
I checked again, but my father nodded silently. I thought he would give me permission only if I completed the mission with some conditions… … Why did he give me permission so easily?
“But promise me one thing.”
“Please give your order.”
“Next time you decide to kill a demon, you must tell me. Any demon.”
It wasn’t a difficult promise. No, I had intended to do it even without making a promise. I didn’t intend to kill the demons without my father’s permission.
“Yes, I will definitely do that.”
* * *
“Did you call?”
After receiving permission from my father, I immediately called Ian to my personal training center.
“Do you know why I called you?”
“Yes, I have a rough idea.”
“What?”
“Aren’t you going to test what I’ve been practicing so far?”
It was a natural guess since I called you to the training center.
“How? Are you ready?”
“I did my best in training.”
“Other than that.”
“yes?”
“Are you ready to learn new martial arts?”
For a moment, Ian was shocked. Soon, the surprise turned into excitement. Learning the martial arts of ascension, could there be a more exciting and thrilling moment for a martial artist?
“Your Majesty Ian.”
“yes.”
“From now on, I will teach you the art of the Heavenly Sword.”
Ian, who had been dazed for a moment, screamed in shock.
“Ahh!”
It was the most surprising moment since I met her.
“No! Isn’t the Bicheon Sword Technique a martial art that is only passed down to the blood relatives of the Heavenly Demon? If you pass on the martial art to me, the cult leader will beat me to death in one fell swoop. You will also be in big trouble. If you intend to pass it on in secret, then give up. There are no secrets in the world. Even if it is kept a secret, I cannot learn it.”
As she poured out her words, I smiled and asked,
“Are you done talking?”
“There’s more, but I’ll just tell you this. No! Absolutely not!”
I said to her with a smile.
“I got permission from my father.”
“yes?”
Ian’s eyes widened. I saw her surprised expression and realized that her expression was really diverse. There were many expressions of her surprise, but this surprise was something I had never seen before.
“really?”
“okay.”
“That can’t be true.”
“If you have any doubts, come with me and check it out.”
Ian, who was most afraid of his father in the world, waved his hands and took a step back.
“You might as well kill me.”
“I don’t hate you enough to lie about something like this. Should I tell you the definitive reason why what I’m saying is true?”
“What is it?”
“You’re right. If you pass it on without permission, you’ll die. I wouldn’t put you in that kind of danger.”
Ian must have had that much faith in me too.
“You really got permission?”
“okay.”
Ian’s eyes shook.
“But the Bicheon Sword Technique is your own unique martial art. Why do you want to teach it to me?”
“Of course, to become a nobleman, you need to learn this level of martial arts. And… …you are like my blood relative. So you can learn.”
For a moment, Ian felt sad.
“young master.”
“It’s not for you, it’s for me. I’m going to use you for sure in the future. So don’t be too happy about it.”
“But how dare I learn the master’s martial arts?”
“My unique martial arts will be the Nine-Handed Demonic Arts. So, you can learn it without any burden.”
Finally, tears fell from Ian’s eyes.
“I’ve never had anyone treat me… … so… preciously… .”
I lightly patted Ian’s back, who was unable to continue speaking. Ian burst into tears. It seemed like something that had been building up deep inside him had burst out. I let him cry as much as he wanted.
After she had cried a lot and regained control of her mind, I taught her the art of the flying sword.
The martial arts training was conducted through electronic transmission.
―The Bicheon Sword Technique is made up of eight basic techniques that contain the changes and energy of the sky. Think of your dantian as the sky, and expand it as much as possible. Your true energy should flow like the wind, sometimes like the spring breeze, and sometimes like a passing typhoon. The beginning of your inner strength is… … .
The clever Ian perfectly memorized the secrets of the Bicheon Sword Technique when it was repeated five times.
“Even if you’re sleeping, you should be able to answer right away if someone pokes you in the side. Do you understand?”
“all right.”
Ian will work hard until he dies, and if I teach him little by little, Ian’s skills will improve day by day.
“And this.”
I took a small coffin out of my bosom and offered it to her.
“What is this?”
“Open it.”
Inside the coffin she opened was a poisoned wine. It was one of the poisoned wines taken from the Golden Jangju’s secret safe.
“What is it?”
“It’s poisonous.”
“Huh? That precious poisonous drink?”
“Yes. If you meet someone at risk of addiction or someone who uses poison, bite the bullet and fight.”
“Why are you giving this to me?”
“This is a gift to celebrate your official acquisition of the Bicheon Sword Technique.”
“No! I have been taught martial arts, so I cannot receive something so precious!”
“You have to get it.”
“why?”
“I will give it to someone who is not as close to you as I am. I can’t give it to someone else if I didn’t give it to you.”
“Isn’t that strange logic?”
“Okay, then I’ll come back later to take the test on what I’ve learned. Don’t slack off on your training.”
I hurriedly left the place before it became a sea of tears again.
I felt a warmth behind my back that went beyond emotion and gratitude.
I was looking forward to the future that that heat would create. At least it wouldn’t be the heat that would throw itself at me. So… … .
Be strong, Ian!
