I Became the Hidden Ruler of the Martial World Chapter 101

While Tang Yuhwa, who had been talking with Baek Yoonjun for a while, left to take care of the patients.

And Baek Yoonjun, who had revealed his ambition to Tang Yuhwa that he would create a martial art that saves people.

"No matter how I think about it, this doesn't seem right."

He imdiately hit a wall.

'Martial arts are for cutting people, right? How can you save people with that?'

Of course, Baek Yoonjun had saved Cheon Suhye using the Heart Sword.

But that.

'Since I cut the phenonon itself that had gone astray, isn't it a little different from saving a person?'

Baek Yoonjun thought that the situation at that ti was a little different from saving a person.

'Even if I compromise and think of this as a way to save, the problems are a mountain.'

The fact that he had to use the Heart Sword itself was a problem.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't even imagine the sight of Tang Yuhwa, who was a klutz and had weak internal energy, rising to the second-rate.

'In the end, it seems I'll have to create a martial art that suits Yuhwa.'

Baek Yoonjun thought about Tang Yuhwa's current martial arts level.

Perhaps because he had taught her directly, just by looking at her, he could sufficiently understand Tang Yuhwa's current state.

'For now, her martial arts level is low, even among the third-rate or lower.'

Baek Yoonjun's martial arts evaluation of Tang Yuhwa was scathingly low.

It was natural if it was natural.

In the first place, since Tang Yuhwa was negative about martial arts itself, and she had put her efforts into treating one more patient rather than honing her martial arts, it had not improved at all.

At least, as she operated the needles, her hand movents had improved, and as she went back and forth to take care of patients, her lightness skill had beco faster, but that was all.

'Other than that, it seems the poison has also beco more potent...'

The poison in Tang Yuhwa's body had beco more potent than before.

Since he had only seen Tang Yuhwa, a human who accumulated internal energy with poison, he could not know the exact level, but it seed to be at a level that would have been sufficiently threatening if Baek Yoonjun had just risen to the third-rate.

'Well, since I haven't been hit, it's not certain.'

Baek Yoonjun recalled Tang Yuhwa's current state in his mind.

And so, he ca to a conclusion.

'There's no answer to this.'

Not only was he himself unmotivated, but Tang Yuhwa's martial talent was the lowest among the disciples Baek Yoonjun had taught.

'Yungae's body was at least sturdy.'

The only thing Tang Yuhwa was better at than the other disciples was that her head was quite good, perhaps because she had learned dicine.

'Poison is also a characteristic if it's a characteristic.'

Baek Yoonjun couldn't get a feel for saving people with poison at all.

Other than poison, the only thing Tang Yuhwa could do to so extent was to handle hidden weapons.

'No matter how I think about it, a hidden weapon is definitely not sothing that saves people.'

No matter how he thought about it, a hidden weapon was worse in quality than a sword or a saber.

And so, Baek Yoonjun, who had been endlessly digging.

'Hmm, should I just approach it simply?'

In the end, he returned to the starting point.

'For now, since it's a martial art that saves people, weapons are excluded. Poison is also excluded.'

In the end, what was left was the fist and palm technique that moved the arms and legs.

'If I combine the technique of stimulating the blood vessels of dicine with that.'

After much deliberation, Baek Yoonjun completed a fist and palm technique.

'By hitting a person to stimulate the blood vessels and make the body's activities smoother...'

Although he had completed it, he was not satisfied.

'It naturally hurts when you hit. On top of that, since treatnt is combined, the more you hit, the healthier you beco.'

The more he thought about it, the more the thought that this was sothing wrong dominated Baek Yoonjun's head.

And so, as his thoughts were leaning towards the negative, a thought that made Baek Yoonjun's head even more negative ca to mind.

'Isn't this a martial art that can endlessly hit the opponent without killing them?'

In theory, it was possible to endlessly beat up the opponent and give them 'healthy' pain without killing them or causing permanent damage.

If a martial artist of the first-rate or higher, by Baek Yoonjun's standards, were to set his mind to it and perform this martial art?

'This is...!'

Although he had only imagined it, it was indescribably terrible.

"It's a demonic art!!"

Since Baek Yoonjun usually thought of martial arts as just a tool for cutting people, he did not attach the na 'demonic art' to just anything.

But as for this 'Infinite Striking Healing Fist' that had been born from his own hands, he couldn't help but call it a demonic art.

'Absolutely! This demonic art must absolutely! Never go out into the world!!'

That's why Baek Yoonjun buried that martial art in the back of his mory.

Even as he buried it, since he had created it, the subtleties of that martial art remained in Baek Yoonjun's head as they were.

Although Baek Yoonjun was shocked by that evil martial art, on the other hand, he was busy analyzing it.

'But this... if I refine it appropriately... what was it...?'

And in the middle of that, he discovered an unexpected efficacy of that demonic art.

Baek Yoonjun found that effect in the mory of his friend's words from his past life.

'So... Bone Cleansing and Marrow Washing? Isn't it similar to that?'

For a martial art called a demonic art, it was a positive effect.

'But in the end, the fact that it hits people doesn't change.'

With a complicated heart, Baek Yoonjun buried that demonic art deep in his head.

'It's a little disappointing.'

And with a slightly disappointed heart, he stealthily carved a part of the martial art in the form of a mnemonic, which Baek Yoonjun himself did not prefer, in the deepest part of the Repentance Cave.

After that, Baek Yoonjun's digging continued, and there was no inco.

As there was no continuous inco, Baek Yoonjun began to dig into his mind-image.

'Although my martial arts are now only at the second-rate, seeing that I'm making various things, I thought my head was pretty good.'

Baek Yoonjun fell into self-reproach with endless mind-image digging.

'For now, martial arts are on hold!'

He gave up on creating martial arts and sought another direction.

'In the end, the problem is that people are caught with martial arts. Martial arts are used by people.'

In the end, martial arts also exist only if there are people who use them.

'If I push away all the martial artists, won't there be no more harming people with martial arts?'

Perhaps because of the continuous mind-image digging, he reached a trendous conclusion.

'No, no. Still, mass murder is a bit...'

If Baek Yoonjun had known his martial arts level accurately, it was sothing he could have done.

'It's not sothing a martial artist who is at best a second-rate can do.'

And so, thanks to Baek Yoonjun's rock-bottom self-esteem, the on of a great disaster disappeared.

"Still, in the end, it's people, people are the problem."

The starting point that had returned again.

This ti, Baek Yoonjun focused on people, not martial arts.

Although the answer of 'Can't I just push away all the martial artists like before?' ca up, he ignored it and found another answer.

And the answer that ca out was.

'Can't I just get their minds right from the very beginning?'

It was a much more moderate conclusion than before.

'So in the end, it's education.'

In this part, Baek Yoonjun was confident in his own way.

Because he, a hobody introvert, had the experience of teaching as many as four disciples.

But there was a big problem.

'It's not sothing that can be done by teaching one or two guys, is it?'

Even if he educated one or two, in this vast Central Plains, it was a drop in the bucket.

In the end, he had to teach many martial artists.

And there, another problem arose.

'Even if they're kids, if there are many, it's a bit...'

Although it seed okay to hold onto one or two and teach them like before, the mont the number increased.

'I don't think I can do this at all.'

And so, as Baek Yoonjun was worrying, he felt a presence approaching the Repentance Cave again.

'Who is it now?'

Frowning, he spread his senses and observed, and he could imdiately tell who it was.

'Isn't it Monk Shinseung?'

Since it was Shinseung, who was sowhat comfortable, Baek Yoonjun was a little relieved.

And at the sa ti, a question ca to him.

'How on earth did this monk find the place where I am? Did he find by sll like Yuhwa?'

As Baek Yoonjun's question deepened.

Shinseung, who had arrived at the Repentance Cave, saw Baek Yoonjun and quietly perford a half-salute.

"Benefactor Baek, you were here too."

"How did you find the place where I am?"

"Well, doesn't Benefactor Baek dislike crowded places? Please forgive this monk who was not considerate enough."

At Shinseung's answer, Baek Yoonjun tapped his forehead in his mind-image.

The monk in front of him knew him well.

Although he didn't know him as deeply as Tang Yuhwa, he had grasped his tendencies to so extent, and it seed he had co based on that.

'This place isn't safe either. Should I look for a deeper and more secret place?'

Although the people who had found him so far were okay, since he didn't know when an uncomfortable person might co, Baek Yoonjun's worries deepened.

"I will not announce the place where you are staying, so please do not worry. This monk will be careful not to make it crowded."

"...Thank you for your consideration."

Fortunately, since Shinseung said he would be considerate, Baek Yoonjun decided to postpone moving his residence.

"By the way, you seem busy, so is there a reason you ca to find ?"

"It is to inform Benefactor Baek of the discussions that have been held."

Saying so, Shinseung began his story.

Although Baek Yoonjun wondered if he really needed to be told such things, since he didn't have the courage to stop a person who had already started speaking, he quietly listened.

Although the alliance leader of the Martial Alliance had disappeared, since the force still remained, the threat would continue.

As if that were not heavy enough, it was not known how the imperial palace, which was presud to be behind them, would co out.

As a preparation for that, Shaolin, Cheongseong, Ei, Diancang, and the Beggars' Sect would form an alliance.

That they were deliberating to draw in the martial artist forces that were in a neutral position to the alliance.

It was all a story that Baek Yoonjun did not want to be involved in.

"It seems there is no reason for to hear that story."

On top of that, Baek Yoonjun thought that there was no reason for him to hear that story at all.

Seeing Baek Yoonjun's reaction, Shinseung just smiled benevolently and answered his words.

"If Benefactor Baek does not listen, who will?"

"All I did was beat up a few third-rate or lower martial artists."

"Third-rate, third-rate... so it was."

As if he had understood Baek Yoonjun's words sohow, Shinseung just smiled benevolently.

Although it was a very reassuring smile, Baek Yoonjun felt a small anxiety from that smile.

Although he felt anxious, it wasn't that he had the courage to refute it.

In the middle of that, Baek Yoonjun recalled the worry from before.

A plan to get the minds of those who use martial arts right from the very beginning, since it seed difficult to create a martial art that saves people.

Although it was lacking with just Baek Yoonjun's own strength.

'He said it was an alliance, right? Then since there will be a certain scale, won't it be possible?'

Baek Yoonjun decided to pass on his plan to the Shinseung in front of him.

It was a splendid hobody introvert-like action of passing it on to others without taking the lead himself.

"Then, this monk will take his leave now."

"Please wait a mont."

Baek Yoonjun called out to Shinseung, who was just about to leave.

Although it was hard to bring it up after calling him, since it seed there would be no chance later, Baek Yoonjun, in his own way, made a big resolution and opened his mouth.

"That... this is just my thought."

"I will listen attentively. Please speak comfortably, Benefactor Baek."

Although the very polite appearance of Shinseung was burdenso, thinking of Tang Yuhwa, Baek Yoonjun struggled to open his mouth.

"So, martial arts catch people, don't they?"

"That part is sothing we at Shaolin also deliberate on a lot."

"That part, by educating from the very beginning, to educate in a way that saves people, not catches them... So, how about creating an institution that does that education? Naturally, for martial artists."

"Hoh."

Hearing Baek Yoonjun's words, Shinseung's eyes lit up in admiration.

"I also felt that martial artists needed to study about the mind. But since not everyone studies Buddhism, I felt that Shaolin itself had its limits, but now that an alliance of martial artist groups has been ford, I think the insight that Benefactor Baek has given fits perfectly."

At the appearance of Shinseung, which felt a little different from his usual benevolent and calm appearance, with sothing similar to a slight madness, Baek Yoonjun flinched.

Whether that was the case or not, Shinseung continued to speak in a tone that was twice as fast as usual.

"It's not that everyone should convert to Buddhism. If you have great power, you should at least have a sense of responsibility for that power and the preciousness of life engraved in your heart. If you are only profound in martial arts without even that will, how are you different from a butcher who cuts people?"

At the sight of Shinseung, who was like a torrent of words, Baek Yoonjun stealthily stepped back.

But this was the deepest part of the Repentance Cave.

Since it was a dead end, there seed to be no corner to escape to.

Although Baek Yoonjun briefly considered digging into the ground, he gave up and carefully opened his mouth towards Shinseung.

"That... please take good care of it?"

"The establishnt of an academy that raises the chivalrous heroes that Benefactor Baek has entrusted to ! This monk will promote it swiftly. Please leave it to !"

Shinseung's eyes shone brightly.

His usual benevolent appearance was gone, and it seed as if his blood were boiling, like a bull that had seen a fluttering red cloth.

"I... would appreciate it if you could proceed in a direction that is as unrelated to as possible."

"I must promote it imdiately! I will be busy! It's been a long ti since my blood has boiled!!"

Baek Yoonjun's timid request did not seem to reach Shinseung's eardrums at all.

Shinseung had already kicked out of the Repentance Cave with an aura as if he were drawing the blueprints of the academies to be built all over the country in his head.

"Is he... gone?"

Although Baek Yoonjun was relieved by his departure, on the other hand, he was engulfed in an unknown, great anxiety.

(End of Chapter)