Record of the Dragon Chapter 44

Moyong Gi had experienced it once. So he was sensitive to reactions he didn't know.

He held his breath as much as possible. He even froze the faint internal energy that was unconsciously flowing.

Fortunately, the yin energy of the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus did not show any further reaction.

Moyong Gi sighed inwardly.

'Wow... I thought my liver was going to drop.'

The experience with the hundred-year-old fleeceflower root was too intense.

He really thought he was going to die because of the high-temperature fireball that was digging through his ki and blood vessels.

It felt like his whole body was drying up. He absolutely refused to have the sa experience.

'But why is it doing this?'

Unfortunately, there was no one to ask. It was the sa then and now. The only one he could trust was himself.

Moyong Gi desperately used his head. Sothing did co to mind at first glance.

'Is it because they are polar opposites?'

If you look at it that way, it was understandable that it reacted greatly to even a small stimulus. It was a contradiction, but it was because the energy of yin and yang, while pursuing harmony, also fiercely opposed each other.

'What do I do with this?'

Thinking rationally, it was right to give up the yin energy of the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus. It was too dangerous to touch it carelessly.

But greed kept rearing its head. If he succeeded, he would get his hands on internal energy close to a sixty-year cycle.

That much was not much inferior to when Moyong Gi was at his strongest. It was a situation where he could get ahead at once.

'This is a headache.'

It was a waste to throw it away, and it was scary to eat it. They were going back and forth. He pondered for a mont with his brow furrowed, but the conclusion was not difficult.

'Let's throw it away.'

They say that a hastily eaten al is bound to cause indigestion.

But this wouldn't just end with indigestion.

If he was very lucky, he would be a cripple, and if he was just lucky, he would die.

He didn't have an ounce of desire to die already.

Moyong Gi, who had made up his mind, stealthily opened his eyes.

"Damn it, I just ruined my appetite."

His face contorted with regret.

However, he soon shook his head and blew that away as well.

It would only hurt his insides to keep it in his heart for no reason.

"But what do I do with this?"

If he left it alone, the energy would naturally scatter, but it would take quite a while.

It was uncomfortable, but it wasn't like there was any other way.

"I'll have to just breathe and live for a few days."

In the end, the only thing he could rely on was ti. Moyong Gi let out a deep sigh.

But at that mont, a sharp pain arose from his Jemun acupoint.

"Huh?"

There was no ti to be wary. The small lump near the Jemun acupoint suddenly shook greatly and began to solidify.

"Damn it!"

Moyong Gi quickly got into a stance.

It was just like this with the hundred-year-old fleeceflower root. This was a danger signal.

He drew out his internal energy from his dantian and firmly wrapped it around his Jemun acupoint. He blocked it ticulously with the determination not to allow even a small gap.

'If this spreads, I'll really die!'

He could tell instinctively. If it moved to another place, he wouldn't be able to handle it. He had to block it unconditionally.

Moyong Gi built a thick wall around his Jemun acupoint.

As soon as his preparations were over, the solidified yin energy finally began to move.

Thump!

'Ugh!'

Although it was a small lump, it was not to be taken lightly.

Although it was a light collision, a pain as if his Jemun acupoint was being scraped with a knife arose.

Thump!

The collision beca a little stronger, and the pain doubled.

'Ugh!'

At the extre pain, a gritting sound was made, and blood flowed down the corner of his lips.

'Damn it!'

He had experienced even greater pain than this.

He could endure this much pain as much as he wanted.

But that was not the problem.

'The ki and blood vessels are being destroyed!'

This was the problem. He would have to just breathe and live for the rest of his life, not just for a while.

'I'm doing that again?'

It was terrible. He didn't want to do it even if he died.

'Damn it!'

There was only one way.

He had to eat the yin energy of the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus.

He could never control it with a normal thod.

'Damn it!'

Moyong Gi gritted his teeth.

It was the sa whether he died or not. Then he had to at least struggle.

'Whether I die this way or that way!'

Moyong Gi, who had made up his mind, withdrew his internal energy in an instant.

The operation of his internal energy was so exquisite that it was admirable.

He had cleaned it up without leaving a single grain of internal energy.

And at that mont, the yin energy of the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus, whose reins had finally been loosened, began to shake.

***

The ultimate technique of Mount Hua was the Seven-Section Plum Blossom Sword.

The Seven-Section Plum Blossom Sword, which only five Plum Blossom Swordsn could access, was the most powerful among the many sword arts of Mount Hua.

However, if you were to pick the most famous sword art among the sword arts of Mount Hua, it was the Twenty-Four Forms Plum Blossom Sword Art.

It was because the Twenty-Four Forms Plum Blossom Sword Art was a sword art that all disciples of Mount Hua had to learn, so it was the most accessible in the martial world.

But if you asked if it was weak, that was not the case either.

It was a sword art with the plum blossom, the symbol of Mount Hua, attached to it. Although it was widely spread, its power could not be simple.

"Hah!"

Baek Unseol's sword, which unfolded with a shrill shout, was splendid, sharp, cheerful, and also deadly. It was the very image that Gongson Do had forgotten for a long ti. Gongson Do let out a groan without realizing it.

"Hmm..."

It was just a month. It had only been a month since Baek Unseol's sword, which had been awkward because she had just started learning the Twenty-Four Forms Plum Blossom Sword Art, had taken a proper form. In Gongson Do's eyes, it was too short. Even for Gongson Do, who was known as a considerable master, it was an absolutely impossible thing.

'As expected of Senior Brother.'

Johwasim, who was watching Baek Unseol with cold eyes and his hands behind his back, was to the point of being marvelous.

If the difference in internal energy was not large, the high and low of martial arts were divided depending on whether you could use the correct sword path appropriately. This part, unless you were a great master of martial arts like Bodhidharma or Zhang Sanfeng, absolutely depended on experience.

However, in the case of young disciples, there was a limit to the experience they could have on their own. So they relied on the experience of their master. If you look at it that way, you could not deny the fact that Johwasim's role was large in Baek Unseol's rapid growth.

"Uncle. When did you co?"

Baek Unseol, who had already sheathed her sword, approached with a giggle.

The way she pulled away the hair that was stuck to her face from sweat was alluring. Her figure was so beautiful that even Gongson Do, who had watched her since she was young, would lose his mind. It seed that even the plum blossoms that blood all over Mount Hua would not be as beautiful as that.

A smile naturally appeared on Gongson Do's lips.

"You brat, why didn't you do that from the beginning? If you had, you wouldn't have had to see a rough ti in the mid-term examination."

"Uncle should have taught

well. Do you think I did it on purpose?"

"Then are you saying it's my fault?"

"Then isn't it? If Uncle had taught

like Master, Moogyeol would be learning the Seven Star Sword Art in the Martial Tiger Class by now."

With her lips pouted and her eyes glaring, she was rude no matter how you looked at it. Since she had been raised with a 'yes, yes' from a young age, she did not know how to fear adults. She was only obedient to her master, Johwasim. However, Gongson Do, who had a soft personality, had no intention of finding fault.

"By the way, Uncle. What brings you here all of a sudden? You haven't shown your face for a while."

Since Johwasim was uncomfortable, he had stopped visiting for a while, and his face was a mixture of disappointnt and resentnt. Seeing that, he wondered if he had been too harsh, but after confirming Johwasim's emotionless face, he quickly shook his head.

'A person who wants to live has to live.'

Although they had spent a long ti together under the sa master, his senior brother, Johwasim, was still a difficult person. Even though they had been together for decades since they were young, his breath still caught in his throat when he stood in front of him. To the extent that one of the reasons why he, who hated troubleso things, had left Mount Hua and co to the Orthodox Justice Alliance was Johwasim. He wanted to avoid him as much as possible. But there were also tis when it was difficult to avoid him, like now.

Gongson Do's gaze turned from Baek Unseol to Johwasim.

"Senior Brother, what brings you here? Do you have sothing else to command?"

Baek Unseol followed Gongson Do's gaze. At the end of it was Johwasim's expressionless face, whose thoughts could not even be guessed.

"Bring that guy."

"Yes?"

Gongson Do tilted his head. However, after confirming Baek Unseol's face, which was turning pale, he could guess Johwasim's intention.

'Was it Moyong Gi?'

Gongson Do's brow furrowed.

"Ha... he still hasn't co?"

Johwasim had no more words. Gongson Do's face was also not good. No matter how uncomfortable, it was not polite to make an adult wait for over a month.

"Master, I'll go... hiccup."

As Johwasim's transparent pupils turned towards her, Baek Unseol was startled and lowered her head.

Gongson Do sighed and stepped forward instead.

"I understand. I'll go and bring him."

At Gongson Do's reply, Johwasim turned his body. By the ti his back disappeared, Gongson Do urged Baek Unseol.

"What happened?"

Baek Unseol had a troubled face.

"Th-that's... Gi said he was busy..."

"You brat. Are you saying that as if it makes sense now? You should have explained it so he would understand."

Baek Unseol was wronged. It was because no matter how many tis she had explained, Moyong Gi had not even pretended to listen.

Gongson Do clicked his tongue.

"Forget it. Just guide . Let's go together."

"But Uncle..."

"Oh. Do you really want

to punish you to bring you to your senses? Even if you're like that, what about that guy? Do you think Senior Brother will just leave him alone?"

It was clear that Gongson Do's words had a point. If this situation continued, her master would not just watch Moyong Gi. Baek Unseol nodded.

"I understand, Uncle. Please follow ."

Gongson Do, who was following Baek Unseol, let out a sigh. At the age of almost fifty, he was still running errands for his senior brother, and he felt a sense of self-pity. Then, a question also ca to mind.

'But why now?'

It had already been over a month. If he was going to do it, it should have been over long ago. It was hard to understand that with Johwasim's personality, he had just been watching until now.

'Is there sothing I don't know?'

Gongson Do, who was pondering for a mont, soon shook his head. It was impossible to fathom Johwasim's deep thoughts just by pondering. If that had been possible, he wouldn't have been avoiding him in the first place.

'I'll have to bring him first and see the situation.'

***

Cheon Youngyoung looked at Woonhyun with a reluctant face.

"Will it be okay?"

"If it's not okay? Is there any other way? Stop saying the sa thing and just follow ."

It wasn't that he couldn't understand. It was Hong Sochen, who was particularly cold to Cheon Youngyoung and Myung Jin. He would want to avoid him as much as possible. But now was not the ti for that. What was important was to find So Moogyeol first.

"He's over there."

The beggar who was leading the way stopped walking and looked back at Woonhyun and the others. Following the beggar's gesture, they could confirm Hong Sochen, who was eating among the beggars.

"Thank you."

"Then I'll be on my way..."

The beggar who was in charge of guiding, as if he had urgent business, quickly left the place.

Woonhyun looked back at the group.

"There's no need to go in a crowd, so you guys stay here."

Woonhyun, without even listening to the answer, ran over and quickly bowed his head to Hong Sochen.

"Sect Leader, it's , Woonhyun."

"Huh? What brings you here?"

Hong Sochen's eyes widened with a face covered in rice grains. It was Woonhyun, who had no reason to be here at this ti. So he was curious.

Hong Sochen turned his head. Zhuge Yeon and the others bowed their heads from a distance.

"Huh? They ca too?"

But the guy who should have been there was not seen. Hong Sochen tilted his head.

"By the way, where's our Moogyeol?"

Woonhyun sighed. It was because what was to co had co. He pondered for a mont how to explain, and then, as if he didn't know, he held out the letter that So Moogyeol had left.

"What's this?"

Hong Sochen, who had received the letter with a tilted head, confird the contents and then just blinked his eyes for a while. However, his lips soon began to tremble, and his face turned red.

"Moogyeol, you brat! I'll get you right now."

(End of Chapter)