episode_0026

Cheong lives separately.

Cheong is the direct disciple of Seomun Surin.

However, she was not considered a disciple of the Seonyeo Gate.

Due to the unique position of being an external disciple of the Taesang Elder, she could not enter the Hwadam-dong where other disciples resided.

This was because she was considered too senior.

Seomun Surin, a master who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, was a figure of the previous generation.

Having passed on the position of master to his disciple, Cheong, her allocation as the youngest disciple of the master was established.

However, among the different gates, there was a culture of sharing and respecting allocations.

But, when it came to the major gates, excluding Solim and Ami, it was as if they were in a different league.

The influence of the major gates was equivalent to the authority of the orthodox martial arts.

Ultimately, this allocation meant authority that extended to all martial arts classified as orthodox.

At first, Cheong was unaware of this strange system of allocation.

Upon realizing, it was a kind of ranking.

A specific military unit obsessed with landing was particularly interested in this ranking.

Although the ranking followed the order of entry, there were occasional exceptions.

This was due to the highly skilled masters who could spot talented newcomers and take them under their wing.

Once becoming the direct disciple, the disciple would be immediately incorporated under the master’s ranking.

For this reason, Cheong was considered equal to the most esteemed elders within the Seonyeo Gate, excluding Seomun Surin!

And so it came to be.

“Oh, it’s the Taesasukjo!”

“Taesasukjo! Hello!”

“Taesasukjo! Did you enjoy your lunch?”

Oh! A wild disciple of the Seonyeo Gate has appeared!

Cheong was surrounded by a group of disciples.

Seomun Surin had openly nailed her as the next leader of the disciples.

Taking into account the allocation issue among the martial arts practitioners, he had created the minimum justification to accept her as the direct disciple.

However, Cheong was not arrogant or annoying. On the contrary, she had a talent for getting along well with adults.

The lower-ranking disciples were the same.

Cheong was not a difficult person, and strictly speaking, as an external figure, she did not need to show formal respect.

Having grown up only within the gates, the young disciples were curious about the outside world, which led to a commotion whenever they interacted with Cheong.

For this reason, Cheong was very popular.

“Busy. Excuse me.”

At that moment, Jin Jangmyeong blocked her protectively.

“There’s a small disciple here….”

“Oh, we’re in trouble.”

“We’ll leave, Taesasukjo!”

“See you later, small disciple!”

The disappointed disciples of the Seonyeo Gate left.

Cheong was nonchalant.

Instinctively, she knew that they found her difficult.

However, it was a different story when the small disciple was by her side.

Normally, she was gentle, quiet, and cute.

But she knew that when she was by the side of the Taesasukjo, she would growl like a beast, always on guard.

Of course, Jin Jangmyeong was doing well too.

Cheong had seen the small and petite youngest disciple being carried around like a doll by the senior disciples several times a day.

It was understandable.

Being small, she always had a chubby face and wandered around with a slightly clumsy expression.

She was cute.

Cheong always watched from afar, not daring to touch her without the permission of the senior disciples.

“Well then, little one, work hard today too.”

“You too, Unni.”

Cheong parted ways with Jin Jangmyeong in front of the Seomun Surin’s training hall.

And she headed towards the Suwonjeon of Seomun Surin.

The main gate of Suwonjeon was always wide open.

But there were hardly any disciples coming and going.

It was difficult to enter the residence of the Taesang Elder privately, and within the Seonyeo Gate, Seomun Surin was known to be quite intimidating.

But Cheong couldn’t help but feel a little sorry.

The reason for leaving the main gate wide open was obvious.

It meant that anyone could come in.

However, when the female disciples saw Seomun Surin, they froze like mice in front of a snake, making it impossible for anyone to approach.

But you can’t blame the female disciples either.

In modern terms, it was like barging into the chairman’s office just because he looked lonely.

The only person who could pull off such a feat was someone like the baseless external director who suddenly dropped in like a parachute.

The baseless external director strode confidently into the training hall.

“Master, I’m here.”

“Hmm. How can a well-behaved girl like you make such a fuss? My disciple, always maintain proper behavior as the representative of female disciples…”

“I don’t know about that. I only know martial arts. Please teach me martial arts. I feel dizzy.”

“Ugh… You’re not even pretending to listen now.”

Seomun Surin was annoyed by the girl’s words, but she couldn’t help but smile faintly.

Cheong clenched her fists.

If she succeeded in being cute, her tactical cuteness would decrease to a tactical cuteness level.

Studying with Seomun Surin was now just a continuous challenge.

Cheong, who keenly felt that the more inner strength she had, the better, quickly reached the 10th level of the Great Harmony Heart Sutra.

Naturally, Seomun Surin was amazed to see the girl who had been walking just yesterday suddenly flying around.

At that moment, Seomun Surin was torn between the desire to teach the strange disciple who was an outsider but also embarrassed by the thought.

However, seeing how easily the disciple achieved greatness in just one night, she decided to pass on the Heart Sutra of the Best in the World.

The Heart Sutra of the Best in the World.

It was a martial art created by Yeomje Sin Nong for his daughter, Yohee.

Cheong filled her training points with joy and diligence on the martial art with a purple border.

That night, a phoenix flew out of Cheong’s training room.

The Heart Sutra of the Best in the World, 12th level. Great Harmony.

Cheong’s inner strength surged terrifyingly.

But that was all.

Seomun Surin’s dilemma began.

Despite having a significant amount of inner strength, it was somehow stuck in her limbs and torso in an unknown manner.

In terms of inner strength alone, she was already on par with the early stages of the Great Harmony.

But why couldn’t she break through the barrier of the early stages?

But a master was not just a master for nothing.

Seomun Surin eventually figured out the reason.

“A disciple’s every move comes from the mind.”

“Then where should it come from?”

“Of course, it should naturally come from the heart. You’re too smart for your own good. Excess is harmful.”

High-level martial arts were generally vague.

In terms of swordsmanship, the saying “raise the sword high and strike down quickly” was written like this.

Striking down from a mountain soaring into the sky to a hill made the momentum fierce…

That’s how it was.

The problem was that martial arts were not just about technique and form, but also about incorporating the mind.

Usually, a martial artist entered the Great Harmony when they fully understood the meaning of the technique.

Furthermore, the act of completing their own interpretation was called the mind.

Only when a martial artist fully integrated even a single technique into themselves did they enter the Great Harmony and reach the early stages of the Best in the World.

“Mind…”

“You only understand swordsmanship with your head, so it’s natural that you can’t reach the next level.”

It was only natural.

Cheong’s way of learning martial arts was simply cramming it into her head, which was why she couldn’t progress.

“So what should I do?”

“Well, you have to swing your sword until the mind comes to you and is established.”

So it was more training, more training, and more training.

In fact, it was a very difficult task.

Because-

Thunk!

“Have you lost your mind? Hurry up and get yourself together. You look like a mess, like a seven-year-old child.”

Thud!

“You had six senses, but couldn’t find them, so you’re rolling on the ground? I’ve always said that a scholar should be elegant, even in defeat.”

Thud!

“Can’t you see the front clearly? Men and women are different, do you have to show your true colors in just one fight?”

Cheong grabbed his head and looked distressed.

“Quiet down. If you keep this up, your head will explode.”

“Head? Seriously, why can’t those brats be fixed, they’re like stubborn mules…”

When Cheong exaggeratedly complained about dying, Seomun Surin also gently patted his head in a slightly softened manner.

Seomun Surin moved his hand and looked at Cheong.

When he first entered the Shinnyeomun, his beauty was not bad, but it couldn’t be called good either.

Seohucheonae Simgyeol was excellent in women’s beauty.

The Juyang Semyeong, Shinnyeom Geomgyeol, and Shinnyeom Hosubo also had the function of enhancing their beauty as they became familiar with the ways of the fairy.

As a result, his facial features gradually began to take shape, and now they had reached this point.

Now, no matter where he appeared, he could be called a beauty.

There were almost no people left who remembered the old, shabby woman.

It’s probably time to let go.

Seomun Surin, who had made up his mind, said, “It’s time to go out into the world.”

“Oh, really?”

“Even if we hold on longer, the peak of training is elusive. What you need is not this kind of training, but practical experience. I’ve taught you everything I can, so there’s no significant meaning in you staying longer.”

“Ah…”

Cheong had seen the preliminary mission before.

If there was a preliminary mission, it meant that there was a main mission that followed.

Cheong needed to confirm.

His life in Shinnyeomun was satisfying.

But he couldn’t just sit back and laugh without knowing anything.

He had to somehow resolve this situation and make a decision.

Only by seeing the end of this game could Cheong become a complete person.

Whether that meant returning to reality or remaining a person of the middle world forever.

“Even though the disciple is an outsider, no one among the disciples considers you an outsider.”

“I know that too.”

“Good. I’m glad you know.”

Seomun Surin patted Cheong’s head and said, “Your place is here, so come back and rest whenever you want.”

“Um… Is that okay?”

“Of course. That’s what I’m saying.”

Seomun Surin smiled kindly.

It was a smile like a mother’s.

“This is your home. Who in the world would be allowed to come and go in my house?”