Invitation to the Chatroom of the Gods - Chapter 58



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Episode 58 – Yongbongjihoe (1)

Two warriors swinging their swords at each other with quick movements.

The shaman’s later index, Yang Jong-cheon.

Hwangbo Se-ga’s later index, Hwangbo Hwi

Shaman Yang Jong-cheon was a rather arrogant and sly looking man.

On the other hand, Hwangbo Hwi of Hwangbo Sega was a tall man with a large physique. Judging from his physique alone, Hwangbo Hwi looked like he would overwhelm Yang Jong-cheon.

Kakang! Kang!

Every time their swords intertwined, sparks flew in all directions.

However, the sword strike was so fast that it was invisible to the eye, and it only looked like sparks bursting out of thin air out of nowhere.

“Three, my goodness···.”

“There are rumors that this Yongbong branch meeting is the best ever···.”

There were many exclamations of admiration among those watching the match.

Yongbongjihoe, which has been practiced for hundreds of years.

Even though it was a competition that counted the best post-game indices of its time, the level varied greatly from competition to competition.

And although there were rumors that this Yongbong branch meeting was the ‘greatest ever’ in history, no one was paying much attention to it.

Because it was something that always came up whenever the Yongbong branch meeting was held.

Every time the Yongbong branch meeting was held, people would say things like, “This is the best ever,” “This class is the golden generation,” etc.

That’s why most people thought this was something they always said, but…

Chae-Ang!

Everyone watching the match, including Namgung Yerin, could agree that this was not the usual thing to do.

The fight between the two was becoming increasingly intense.

It was a fierce battle where the outcome was unpredictable, and people were watching the match with sweaty palms.

But Namgung Yerin could tell.

The situation was one where one side was clearly on the defensive.

To be exact, one side was overwhelmingly dominating, and it was none other than Yang Jong-cheon who was overwhelming Hwang Bo-hui.

And then suddenly.

Boom!

“The winner! Shaman Yang Jong-cheon!”

Waaaa …

A loud cheer rang out as the winner was decided.

‘That’s amazing.’

Namgung Yerin was purely amazed.

Hwangbo Hwi of the Hwangbo Se family was by no means an easy opponent.

Hwangbo Se-ga was a ‘family’ like Namgung Se-ga, but it was relatively weak and did not rank among the five great families.

However, that does not mean that his martial arts skills were weak.

His bloodline had good looks and great spiritual powers for generations, and when it came to martial arts, he could even rival Shaolin.

And yet, Yang Jong-cheon defeated Hwang Bo-hui in one breath…

Namjonmudang, the Shaolin monk of Bukchong.

In the north, Shaolin martial arts are revered, and in the south, shaman martial arts are revered.

The shaman’s later index, Yang Jong-cheon, was proving in front of everyone that such words were not said for nothing.

‘Was I underestimating you too much···.’

In fact, Namgung Yerin was confident that she would win even though she was the later index of Gupaebang.

But now that I’ve seen Yang Jong-cheon’s overwhelming martial arts skills… I can’t be that confident.

Waaaa …

Yang Jong-cheon! Yang Jong-cheon! Yang Jong-cheon!

The people’s cheers grew louder.

Yang Jong-cheon clenched his fist with one hand and responded to the people.

Even in such a big competition, he was not at all intimidated, which was truly worthy of the reputation of Gupa Il-bang.

Yang Jong-cheon slowly came down from the training ground, leaving behind the increasingly excited shouts of the people.

And then suddenly.

Yang Jong-cheon’s gaze was directed to one place.

The place where none other than Cheongun sits and waits.

Sigh.

A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jong-cheon’s mouth.

Namgung Yerin, who was watching the scene, felt her anger well up in her without her knowing it.

I don’t know why, but I was just angry.

Yang Jong-cheon was so cocky that it was fitting for him to say, “Just as it happens, it happens.” He really wanted to turn things upside down, but he held back his temper.

Namgung Yerin observed Cheongun’s atmosphere.

But why is that?

“Hmm···.”

Cheongun’s face and expression are extremely serious.

Cheongwoon, who was looking at Yang Jongcheon, had an expression on his face that seemed to have lost a lot of confidence for some reason.

* * *

The late index of the non-partisan group, Yang Jong-cheon.

A fight that ended in his overwhelming victory.

I was able to watch Yang Jong-cheon’s fight from beginning to end and make a judgment.

‘···There are more than one or two things to teach.’

I had no idea where to start or how to teach.

Of course, it was the same as before.

The postscript index of the old file room basically meant that he was a ‘genius’ and that he was an outstanding writer who could be considered as the next generation of long-term writers.

I had no idea what I should teach them, since I couldn’t teach them anything ordinary.

So, I also had to prepare thoroughly.

So, as soon as I arrived in Taewon, I stayed in the guest house and studied hard with the immortals of Damsobang.

It’s not that I don’t want to enjoy the festival.

But there were six kids I had to teach: Hwasan, Jongnam, Jeomchang, Gongdong, Gonryun, and Mudang.

Even if I taught them one by one, I had to teach six, and the content to be taught was so difficult.

I didn’t have the energy to enjoy festivals, so I just stayed in my room and studied the teachings and enlightenment of my seniors.

Thanks to that, my enlightenment has increased and I have grown further, and now I have gone beyond the peak and have knocked on the door of the realm of transformation······.

‘Is this right?’

Now that I think about it, I wonder why I studied.

What I had to teach Yang Jong-cheon now was none other than the ‘basics.’

I wondered if he was really a genius.

Of course, he was a genius.

At that age, being two steps away from the ‘peak’ could only be described as genius.

Of course, it wasn’t something I, who was knocking on the door of Hwagyeong, should have said, but if you look at only the realm or level, Yang Jong-cheon was definitely a genius.

But apart from that, Yang Jong-cheon’s martial arts and enlightenment······were not that genius-like.

The amount and purity of the internal energy was certain.

So, I didn’t have anything to teach separately.

Not only was it impossible to teach internal energy in the first place, but Yang Jong-cheon was also a talented shaman who had received all sorts of special privileges since he was young, such as receiving a bee pollack and other things.

He must have been eating elixirs as if he were eating rice, and as his guess was true, his internal energy had already reached its peak.

As for my internal energy, I had absolutely nothing to touch.

However, as for martial arts… there was quite a bit to touch on.

To be exact, it is not a martial art, but rather an enlightenment about it.

Generally, mastering a martial art meant realizing and mastering the ‘true meaning’ contained in the martial art.

In general, a martial artist is someone who applies the true meaning of martial arts to fighting.

And the martial arts of the later index of the Mudangpa, Yang Jong-cheon, is the Taegeuk Hyegeom (太極蕙劍).

It was a peerless martial art created by the shaman’s founder, Jang Sam-bong, and its true meaning was ‘Taegeuk (太極)’.

If you express that true meaning with a sword, it becomes the Taegeuk Hyegeom (太極蕙劍), and if you express it with a fist, it becomes the Taegeuk Kwon (太極拳).

The essence was the Supreme Ultimate, which could be simply said to be a flow like water.

Knowing how to go with the flow, knowing how to turn back when faced with obstacles, and knowing how to willingly stay in low places.

Also, it is not limited to shape and appearance. If the vessel is round, it is contained in a round shape, and if the vessel is square, it is contained in a square shape.

Therefore, there is no beginning or end before it.

It is also impossible to know where it came from.

The Supreme Ultimate is the Ultimate Martial Ultimate, and its stillness and emptiness are merely the body of energy.

Everything is natural, it flows as it should.

This is the true meaning contained in the Taegeuk (太極) of Senior Jang Sam-bong.

However, in Yang Jong-cheon’s Taegeuk (太極)······.

‘What on earth did you learn?’

There weren’t any.

The black sword of the tyrannical Yang Jong-cheon looked powerful on the outside, but it did not contain any of the secrets of the Taegeuk.

To be exact, it was contained in a superficial manner.

It seemed like it contained some kind of enlightenment, but in my view, it seemed like he didn’t properly understand the enlightenment and the way of Senior Jang Sam-bong, and was just imitating it for show.

However, since Taegeuk Hyegeom was such a great martial art, simply imitating its enlightenment would be overwhelming as it contained the Way and Truth.

This was also the reason why the martial artists were obsessed with the art of ascending martial arts, but as someone who knew what the real Taegeuk Hyegeom was, I was quite confused.

“Hmm···.”

My expression automatically became serious.

At that moment.

“The Hwasanpa’s Maemulyeong and the Seonmu-gwan’s Cheongun, please come forward!”

Suddenly I heard a voice calling my name.

* * *

The late index of the volcano, Maemulyeong.

Maemulyeong watched Cheongun slowly ascending the smoke screen.

Cheongun’s physique was quite sturdy, and it was immediately obvious that he was a warrior who had not neglected his training.

He was a handsome man with a face that was quite manly, but he was not handsome enough to catch people’s attention.

A physique that is unmanned.

Moderately handsome appearance.

He was nothing special, and the aura he felt from Cheongwoon was also nothing special.

To be exact, I would say that I don’t feel any momentum whatsoever.

Cheongun was just an ordinary country boy, a teacher in a remote village.

Could it be that you didn’t sense the momentum of Cheongun?

There was absolutely no way that could happen.

For that to be possible, you have to reach an extremely high level, where you end up looking like an ordinary person.

Cheongun had to reach the state of ‘returning to the truth by turning back to the truth’.

And the rebuttal was a kind of ‘delusion’ that arose from a difference in perspective, not a realm of knowledge.

An illusion where one does not recognize the distant status of the target and thus feels that it is merely ‘ordinary’.

In other words, this means that for this to be possible, the rank of Cheongun must be far beyond that of Maemulyeong.

But isn’t that impossible?

That was nonsense at first.

Cheongun is twenty-two years old this year.

Maemulyeong is twenty-four years old this year.

There was no way that there could be that much of a difference between the same review index levels, and there was no way that Cheongun, who was two years younger than Maemulyeong, could have that much of a difference in rank.

I could only see this as Cheongun’s rank being extremely low.

It was no different from the meaning that Cheongun was in worse shape than Maemulyeong had expected.

They said it was a snake from Gangseo Province or something.

‘Were the rumors just rumors?’

As expected, rumors are not to be trusted.

Certainly, the Gangnam region south of the Yangtze River could be seen as somewhat inferior to the Gangbuk region.

In the remote corner of Gangseo Province, it may have been called a snake, but here in the Gangbuk region, it was a worm that was not even as big as a dragon’s tail.

“If you’re ready, let’s get started!”

Soon, a shout was heard announcing the start of the fight.

Cheongun slowly drew his sword and prepared to fight, and Maemulyeong watched him quietly and said.

“Don’t give up the player.”

A kind of mercy shown by a master to a junior.

Still, Cheongwoon did not nod easily, perhaps because he had pride in his appearance. However, it seems that he soon realized that the difference in level was obvious.

“Then I will not decline.”

Cheongun lowered his stance and adjusted his grip on his sword.

and.

The sword of blue cloud shoots out in an instant.

visor!

“······!!!”

Maemulyeong’s eyes, which had barely managed to block Cheongun’s sword, suddenly opened wide.

* * *

I thought it was Yang Jong-cheon.

By the way, wasn’t it called ‘North Ssangsoorim Namjonmudang’?

Shaolin and Mudang were considered the leaders of the Gupa Ibang and were called the two major mountain ranges, and although they were only slightly behind, they could be seen as being ahead of the other Gupa Ibangs.

Therefore, Yang Jong-cheon, the shaman’s later index, is the most advanced in the Gupa-il-bang later index.

But since Yang Jong-cheon was like that, it was not surprising that the other later indices were not much different from Yang Jong-cheon.

It was not at all unexpected.

The late index of the volcano, Maemulyeong.

Kang! Kakang!

Maemulyeong was blocking my sword with difficulty.

Maemulyeong was using the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique, which was a martial art that was the name of the Hwasan faction and was left to Hwasan by Hwagok Tong, the senior of Hwasan’s faction and the founder of Hwasan.

And the true meaning contained within it is ‘illusion.’

But it wasn’t there.

Kaka kaka!

“This, this kid···!”

The sword of Maemulyeong that received my sword had no illusions whatsoever.

No, it was included, but it wasn’t included at all by my standards.

Of course, I shouldn’t have pushed my standards, and I shouldn’t have pushed my standards.

The realm I am aiming for is the ‘transcendent realm’ that the senior immortals of Damsobang have reached.

But I don’t know if it’s because the monsters I’ve fought so far are Gwangmaumgui, Suramaje, and Jogyeak, but their level was lower than I expected.

“This kid!”

Maemulyeong tried to counterattack, biting his teeth.

The momentum was quite fierce, but…

Kakakan!

As expected, it was a sword strike that was simply ‘powerful’ and had no illusionary magic whatsoever.

The twenty-four plum blossom sword technique of my senior, Hwa-jo-tong, and the twenty-four plum blossom sword technique that I learned from him were not like this at all.

The true meaning contained in the twenty-four plum blossom sword technique was an illusion, and illusion was a delusion and an illusion.

And the realization of illusion begins with the question, ‘What is reality?’

Are all the things we can touch, see, and taste real?

Senior Abuse Tong said that that too was an illusion.

He further said that even the existence of ‘I’ is an illusion.

And then he said:

Is this world I live in, the world, the universe, really ‘real’?

What exactly is a country, and how can it be defined?

Can I define myself by physical conditions such as appearance and physique, and conceptual conditions such as personality and age?

What are the standards for a handsome man and an ugly man?

What are the criteria for a good personality?

Senior Abuse Tong said that all of these are illusionary concepts that arose from ‘comparison’.

Beauty can exist because there is ugliness, and good can exist because there is evil.

What if it was just placed in an empty space with nothing in it?

We cannot judge what is beautiful, what is ugly, what is good, what is evil.

The same goes for the existence of a country.

I can exist because I am ‘compared’ to others.

From the beginning, I never used the word ‘I’.

When I was little, whenever my father asked me something, I would answer.

Cheongun wants to do this!

······Looking back now, I wonder why I did that.

But I, who had just been born into this world, did not know the word ‘country’.

I just called him Cheongun because my father and other people called him Cheongun.

As time passed and I grew up, I created an illusory word called ‘I’ to define my existence.

The word country never existed from the beginning.

I am an illusory being.

How can I, who cannot define anything on my own without anything to compare it to, be anything other than an illusion?

After all, I am a being that exists by relying on someone else.

And it’s not just me.

All things in this world were like that, and even ‘this world’ was like that.

If no one leans on you.

If no one is looking at you.

Because this world has no meaning.

The entire space-time called the universe, which did not exist anywhere, was able to exist because I exist.

This world began the moment I opened my eyes.

And as soon as I close my eyes, it disappears.

I am an illusion and a non-existent being.

I am just this world.

Thus, everything is an ‘illusion’, and the senior monk, Hwa-jo-tong, has put the realization that it is ‘truth’ into ‘illusion’.

So, illusion is emptiness and at the same time contains reality.

Furthermore, he unfolded this illusion by comparing it to ‘plum blossoms’, and in the process, the fragrance of plum blossoms bloomed in all directions as if wafting by.

The fragrance of plum blossoms for thousands of miles.

The plum blossoms of the volcano flow across the ten thousand mountains and spread across the ten thousand miles of the world.

It was a rather difficult realization.

Although they were seniors who didn’t usually make a fuss, they weren’t called gods for nothing, and they weren’t called Gaepajosa for nothing.

I too was dying to learn this.

It’s not like I couldn’t enjoy the festival and had to stay locked up in my room and just study.

It wasn’t for nothing that I was able to knock on the door of the realm of transformation.

Moreover, even now, I am losing my mind because I cannot fully understand and accept that realization.

But Maemulyeong···.

“Where did you get your tricks!!”

Kakang!

He was calling it a ‘leftover trick’.

Kang! Kakang!

Chaechang!

The swords of Maemulyeong poured down, dizzying my eyes.

At first glance it looked like an illusionary sword, but it wasn’t like that at all.

An illusion sword is a sword that embodies the magic of illusion.

But the essence of the illusionary sword was not in the sword.

Step method.

That is, it is in the process of being launched.

But Maemulyeong only had a sword and a lot of empty space, so I was frustrated.

‘If this happens···.’

The review indices of other old files were similar.

And it wasn’t just about teaching ‘non-verbal’ skills.

How can this enlightenment and truth be taught through non-verbal means?

‘It won’t work.’

Since it had come to this, there was no choice but to change the plan.

Originally, I was planning to teach it appropriately through this kind of martial arts.

I thought that he would learn well on his own without me having to teach him this and that.

Even if we couldn’t get along, I tried to build a friendship by having a discussion on the sword and then give them some enlightenment and then leave.

But there were more than one or two things to teach.

I could see why my seniors were so reluctant, but more than anything, their pride was just too strong.

Still, they were geniuses of the century, so their shoulders were full of strength.

In that state, you won’t even listen to what I say.

It was obvious that the words of a mere teacher from a remote rural village would be ignored, but the weight of the same words can change depending on who says it.

‘I didn’t really have any thoughts about winning···.’

If you can’t eat the ‘Imugi’ of Gangseo Province, you have no choice but to become the ‘Yong (龍)’ of Yongbongjihoe.

Yongbong Branch wins.

By doing so, he tramples on the pride and momentum of the old-fashioned index.

After completely breaking their pride and their arrogance, I teach them one by one.

so.

Kwaang-!

It seemed necessary to deal harshly with Maemulyeong from now on.