Natural Enemy 2
Many beautiful lakes, including Donghu, were sparkling in the sunset, and in the distance, the Yangtze River curved around Wuhan.
The tallest pavilion in Wuhan, Hubei Province.
From the top of the pavilion, which is the tallest and most beautiful pavilion in the universe and which is called Cheonmu Pavilion (天武閣) in a respectful manner by the Baekdo martial artists, the martial arts leader and martial arts emperor, Ju Jung-hak, was looking at the Yangtze River flowing along with the setting sun.
Zhou Zhongxue, a legendary figure born in a small martial arts family in Nanchang, Jiangxi Province, honed his martial arts skills, though they were not as good as those of the famous Jeongpa, and rose to the position of one of the Three Emperors of the martial arts world.
Now in his twenties, he looked at the flowing waves of the Yangtze River and thought.
‘Just as the back wave of the Yangtze River pushes back the front wave, it is time for me to step down from my position as leader.’
Although he was not a member of the Seven Great Clans, he was born into a small martial arts family and had great martial arts skills. Thirty years ago, when the martial arts world of the Central Plains was in danger due to the Blood Cult Incident, he rose up bravely and made brilliant achievements, and was elected as the leader of the clan fifteen years ago.
Now it was time to step aside.
It was at that time, while looking at the Yangtze River through which the school year flowed, that I decided to return to my hometown.
While Joo Jung-hak was lost in thought, he heard Sibi’s voice in his ear.
“Your Majesty, I have brought you tea.”
At Sibi’s words that he had brought tea, Joo Joong-hak turned his head and looked at the entrance.
“Okay, come in.”
The woman who came inside was a woman in her early twenties.
Not long ago, she was the woman who became the maid of honor at the top floor of Cheonmu-gak.
One of the dedicated servants who had been taking care of the Maengjujeon for several years was sent back to the countryside to take care of his sick parents, so he was the new child chosen.
-Dalgrak.
“We have prepared the West Mountain White Dew.”
“Seosan White Heron?”
Joo Joong-hak’s eyebrows twitched at the mention of Seosan Baekro.
The reason he reacted like this was because Seosan Baekro is a famous tea made in Seosan, Nanchang, Jiangxi Province.
This was because his hometown and family home were where the main market was located.
Now, that place has fallen into decay and only the ruins remain.
Although Joo Joong-hak sometimes thought of the tea he enjoyed when he was young, he didn’t want to seem like a picky person to his subordinates, so he usually drank the Mongjeong tea (蒙頂茶) or Bangsanroa (方山露芽) that he drank at Maeng. At a time like this when he was reminiscing about the old days, Seosan Baekro came to mind.
As I held the teacup in my hand, memories of my youth came flooding back like the scent of the tea.
The concubine who brought the white heron from Seosan as if she had read his mind.
Joo Joong-hak stared blankly at her face.
Dark eyebrows and elegant eyes.
A mole at the corner of the mouth.
I had never thought about it that way before, but as the scent of the tea brought back memories, I realized that that face must have reminded me of someone from my past.
‘Come to think of it, they really do look alike···.’
The woman who came to mind in Joo Joong-hak’s memory was none other than the wife he had lost in the Blood Cult Thirty Years Ago.
It was a face that reminded me of her, who had taken care of me until the end, telling me not to think about revenge even as she died in his arms.
“‘Your Majesty, please don’t think about revenge and just protect your family…'”
-Thump thump.
When I realized that fact, my heart, which had stopped beating for ten years, felt like it was beating again.
But he, who had deep practice, quickly calmed his mind and thought.
‘I guess it’s because I’m getting older…’
It was the moment when I was trying to shake off all those useless thoughts and enjoy the taste of the white heron that Sibi had brought.
“Your Majesty, I am General Zhuge Liang.”
The voice of the Murim Alliance soldier, Jegal Hou, can be heard from outside.
Joo Joong-hak looked out the window at the unexpected voice.
It was clear that the sun was setting and everyone would be going to bed by now.
Let’s look outside. As expected, the sun has almost set.
Joo Joong-hak looked toward the door and said.
“What brings you here at this late hour? Please come in.”
Then, the Murim Alliance soldier, Jegal Hou, rushed inside and quickly reported while holding up his sword.
“I apologize for the inconvenience, Your Majesty. Actually, I received a call from the Sacheondang family, and I thought it would be best to let you know right away.”
“If the military came so urgently, it must be important. So tell me.”
The fact that the military came in such a hurry means that there is a good reason for it.
As Zhou Zhongxue smiled, Zhuge Hu bowed his head again as if apologizing and placed a letter on his table.
And reported an incredible story.
“This time, it is said that the Tang family has obtained the head of the Blood-Hand Nacha (血手羅刹) Tak Yun-yang and the secret of the Blood-Hand Dokjo.”
“Blood poison!?”
-Crack!
-Thud thud···.
At the words, “blood poison,” the teacup in Joo Joong-hak’s hand shattered and the tea spilled onto the table.
Bloodthirsty Dog is a monk who came from the Blood Cult.
When he heard that the secret weapon of Sagong, which had caused the deaths of many Baekdo martial artists during the Blood Rebellion thirty years ago, had finally been recovered, Ju Joong-hak lost his composure and asked General Zhuge Liang in an excited voice.
“Where!? Where on earth did you get that from?”
If it was the blood poisoning, it was because he was the boatman who took the life of his wife, so he couldn’t control his emotions.
Thirty years ago, when the martial artists burned down the Blood Cult’s stronghold, it was already empty. I don’t know what happened, but Tak Yun-yang, the Blood Beast Master, briefly caused chaos in the martial arts world twenty years ago after obtaining the Blood Beast Master’s secret recipe, but he was unable to retrieve his head and secret recipe at that time.
“After being hit by the Mandokshin Army and falling off a cliff, he drifted to Haenam Island and seems to have been living in seclusion there.”
“Haenam Island!?”
“Yes, I heard the story in detail from the person who came from Sacheondangga, so I will explain it in detail. I heard that there were many interesting stories. There were strange stories about young shamans and poisonous things.”
“Young cynics and poison?”
Joo Joong-hak came to report and now he has settled down and is starting to get absorbed in the military story that is continuing.
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Along with the good news of recovering the Bloodthirsty Poison, the story of Sohyeop defeating Takwoonyang was a much more interesting story than the adventure he had gone on thirty years ago.
***
“We’re going to have to talk for a while, so you should step aside.”
“Yes, my lord.”
The servant came out of the lord’s office with a smiling face and headed towards his own quarters.
Her residence is right below the residence of the leader of Cheonmu-gak.
Since it was already the time for everyone to rest, there were hardly any people walking around Cheonmu Pavilion except for the warriors standing guard. The face of the concubine who arrived at the residence after passing the warriors who had already been harassing her a couple of times was completely different from when she was in the leader’s office.
Her smile disappeared from her face, and it seemed as if her emotions had also disappeared.
As the smile disappeared from her face, her cold face looked eerie in the moonlight streaming in through the open window.
The woman looking out the window muttered something unintelligible.
“Blood poison… It’s definitely a religion….”
Sibi muttered something incomprehensible with such a cold expression.
She sat down on a chair, took out a piece of paper, and began to write something on it without even using a pen or ink.
-Sigh.
A red line drawn every time her hand passed under the moonlight.
Anyone who saw her behavior would be shocked.
Because he was writing something with blood on his fingertips.
So, the servant wrote a few short words on a piece of paper with the red blood flowing from his little finger, took the owl out of the cage hanging on the window, and tied the letter written in blood to the owl’s leg.
-Fooddeok.
And after a moment, the owl escaped from her hand and disappeared across the night sky into the infinite darkness.
***
It’s been five days since my grandfather left to save Sacheonseongju.
“Here, turn your energy a bit more towards your feet···.”
It was a dark night, perhaps because of the clouds and the moonless sky.
Because I couldn’t sleep, I lit a lantern in the training room and practiced light exercises.
I thought it would be easy because my father-in-law, my grandfather, my older sister, and the warriors easily performed lightness techniques, but it was not easy at all.
If you use a lot of internal energy when unfolding the lightness technique, the speed will increase, but you won’t be able to unfold it for long. If you use too little internal energy, you will be able to unfold it for a long time, but there is a disadvantage in that the speed will be slow.
So, more than anything, I had to distribute my power well and use it.
If you chase the enemy too excitedly and your internal energy runs out, you will be killed instantly.
And most importantly, beat and timing.
I don’t know if you have infinite internal energy, but in light energy, the important things are efficiency and timing.
Because I had to push my foot with my toes at the right time to step on and lift off, like playing a rhythm game, if I didn’t push my foot with the right timing, my steps would be off.
If you trip, you just get your steps twisted and fall.
It feels like a rhythm game from a previous life?
I’ve played arcade rhythm games a few times in my past life, so I think I would’ve had a hard time if I hadn’t had the experience, but I was able to get the hang of it quickly.
Because I have had similar experiences.
‘By the way, are those people who have been running around for days without any trouble even human?’
And when I started practicing light air, I came to respect my older sister very much.
Running like a marathon without sleeping well for several days means that I played all the rhythm game scores with great skill for several days.
While I was thinking about how great my older sister was, I was running around the training ground twice in the cool night air.
From the entrance, a voice of an older sister who was not a noblewoman could be heard.
“Little dragon?”
“Miss Hwa-eun!? Uh, uh···. Uh···.”
A situation where I missed the moment of impact because I missed the beat of my sister’s voice.
I had to move forward, but my body was lifted into the air and I fell straight down.
-Kwadang.
“oh my···.”
My whole body shook as I fell down on the stone floor.
The internal energy also protects the body, so it won’t hurt much, but it’s still a big shock.
As I rolled around on the floor, I heard my sister’s worried voice.
“Little Dragon, are you okay?”
When I raised my head at the sound of my sister’s voice, I saw her face looking at me with a worried expression in the darkness.
“Yes, okay. Ayaaya···.”
As I quickly got up, shook off my body, and pretended that I was okay, my older sister asked me.
What on earth are you doing alone in the middle of the night?
“What were you doing in the training ground this late at night?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about doing some light air practice… I guess something wasn’t going well during the day.”
My sister opened her eyes wide at my words.
My sister’s slightly embarrassed voice continued, although I couldn’t see her expression because her back was turned to the lantern.
“Oh, I see. Even this late at night, you practiced… To keep your promise….”
“Yes, well···.”
“···.”
The atmosphere became awkward with my answer.
When we were at a loss as to what to say to each other, my older sister quickly asked me about lightness.
“Yeah, yeah. What part didn’t work well?”
‘Nice reflexes.’
I quickly answered, praising my sister’s quick reflexes.
“Ah, it’s hard to keep pushing my internal energy in sync with my footsteps. If I make a mistake even once, my foot gets twisted…”
“Oh, it looks like the little dragon is trying to keep taking steps at the same intervals?”
“Isn’t that it?”
I thought that since it was running, I had to make impacts at regular intervals, but my older sister shook her head and said.
“If you do that, you’re human, so you can definitely make mistakes. So, in my case, I think of a song. Sometimes it’s long and sometimes it’s short to match the song. Sometimes you have to take long steps and sometimes you have to take short steps, right?”
‘Oh. Right. Now that I think about it, you’re supposed to press the buttons in time with the notes, not push the notes in to match the buttons being pressed, right?’
Something came to mind with my sister’s assistance.
That’s why I quickly showed off my lightness skills to the music that came to mind.
-Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Is this what you mean?”
After walking around the training grounds and returning to my older sister, she nodded and said.
“Yes, Little Dragon, you really understand well? Hmm… But….”
Clearly, the lightness was perfect, but my older sister trailed off with a displeased expression at the end.
When I tilted my head, my older sister spoke in a voice that said she didn’t understand something.
“But?”
“No, what song did you think of… It feels a bit… I guess I should say frivolous….”
My older sister says my lightness is a bit too light.
I thought of club dance music and tried to match it, and it turned out to be something like that.
‘Do you have a good sense of rhythm? You’re like a ghost.’
This time, I was thinking of performing light exercises to a slightly classic song.
-Booooow, booow.
The sound of the wings of the golden phoenixes flapping could be heard from the smokescreen where they had built their nests not far away.
It’s the middle of the night, so you should be asleep, but something strange is happening.
“Kkaaaak!”
Then, someone’s scream tore through the cold night air, and soon after, the voices of the warriors, along with the warning sound of the first sign, began to echo inside the Sega, warning of an intruder.
-Beep! Beep!
“Intruder! Intruder! Intruder in the training ground!”
My sister and I looked at each other, then quickly unleashed our lightness and ran towards the training ground where the King of Geummobong’s house was.
Because it felt like a thief had broken into my house.
‘It won’t end well if they get caught. Are those thieves feeling bad?’
