Chapter 22

Episode 22: You can teach me secretly.

After leaving Cheonmaseogak, I visited Cheonmajeon.

“I’m home.”

My father, who was quietly looking down at me, made me come forward.

“Come closer.”

I walked five steps forward.

“A little more.”

Three steps this time.

“more.”

I walked right up to the stairs.

My father was exploring me. You may have been curious about what kind of martial arts I learned, but since I walked without using the Wind God Sabo, you couldn’t tell anything from my movements.

“What martial arts did you learn at Cheonma Seogak?”

“It’s a secret.”

Of course, my father unleashed his demonic power without hesitation, as if he knew I would come out like this.

“I won’t ask twice.”

The Magi that flew in was on a different level from the Magi sent by the demons earlier. It wasn’t a tingling or pain, but rather a feeling of falling into a dark abyss. My body became cold and the flow of true energy naturally slowed down.

Since I had no intention of hiding it from my father in the first place, I answered honestly.

“I learned the walking method.”

“What kind of footwork?”

“This is the Wind God Newspaper.”

This is silence created by surprise.

Soon, the demonic energy that had been temporarily suppressed attacked me again.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

“It’s true.”

Magi dragged me deeper into the abyss. Even as the demonic energy rose up to my neck and even into my face, I could not hide my gaze towards my father.

I fell into an abyss like a swamp. I was out of breath. I was wondering if they would kill me, but the inevitable fear of suffocation came over me.

That moment.

It felt like something huge was looking at me in the dark.

‘!’

The moment my eyes met, the things that were weighing me down disappeared and I was standing at the edge of the red carpet of Cheonmajeon.

The father, who had collected the demon energy, spoke as if giving a command.

“Try the martial arts you learned.”

My father still didn’t believe it was the Wind God’s Treasure.

“What will you give me in return?”

My father made a bewildered expression. Because there has never been a time in your life when someone asked you for something with conditions.

“I want to live.”

I smiled slightly, stepped back, and stood in the middle of the main hall.

And he slowly unfolded the Pungsinsabo.

As soon as the secret message unfolded, my father suddenly got up from his seat. From the first step, I noticed that it was different from other martial arts.

That’s how I finished my first meal of Pungsinsabo.

My father didn’t show his emotions often, but now he couldn’t hide his shock. Because it was a practiced martial art, my father must have seen Pungsin Sabo for the first time today, and he knew exactly how great this martial art was.

“Where did you learn the Pungshinsabo?”

Now my father believed that this method was the Pungsinsa method.

“I learned it at Cheonma Seogak.”

Hwiik.

In an instant, my father came across the space in front of me, grabbed my neck, and asked coldly.

“How dare you tell me a lie?”

He was going to break my neck right away. It was the first time my father touched my body and the feeling I felt was anger.

But I wasn’t angry. He is a father who is serious about martial arts. That’s why it’s there and why it’s so strong. I understand this father.

“There was no Pungshinsabo in Cheonmaseogak.”

A cold energy that seemed to freeze the blood in my entire body was transmitted through my father’s fingertips. It was a different feeling from being immersed in the abyss before.

“I definitely learned it there.”

“great.”

“Why are you willingly accepting it? “I might just receive the Pungshinsabo and not tell you.”

“At least you’re not the kind of person who would do something embarrassing in front of your son.”

A sneer crossed my father’s lips. The fact that I even used the expression “embarrassing” was the best I could do. How can my father not know my inner thoughts?

‘I’m sorry, father. But you can’t just hand over the Pungshinsabo, right?’

Fortunately, my father’s reaction wasn’t that bad. Because he is the kind of person who would value receiving compensation in this way more highly than foolishly offering his martial arts skills.

“good night. “Tell me the fate.”

“yes.”

I told my father about the fate of Pungsinsabo.

My father quietly closed his eyes and remembered the old saying.

When three o’clock had passed, my father began to unfold the Pungsinsabo.

I watched it without blinking.

The Pungshinsabo my father unfolded was the same as the one I unfolded, but it was also different.

My father seemed to be saying this.

I interpret this martial art like this.

I imprinted my father’s Pungshinsabo in my mind without missing a single movement. I don’t mean to imitate this. What parts are different from me and why? This is because we know that the level of martial arts is determined by how we interpret the subtle differences.

After finishing the meal, my father fell into deep thought.

I, too, fell into deep meditation while comparing the Pungsinsabo that my father had just opened and the Pungsinsabo that I had just opened.

I must learn.

My father’s attitude toward martial arts. The way the best think and the depth of interpretation.

Eventually, my father woke up from meditation.

“That’s a really good martial arts skill.”

If my father said I was a good martial artist, this was high praise.

“You can’t swallow it because of your guilty conscience, right?”

My father snorted, but this time he was filled with satisfaction.

Now we have created the largest variable after regression.

Will Hwamugi be able to defeat his father, who has even mastered the Wind God Four Treasures?

Of course, I plan to kill Hwamugi, but delivering the Wind God Newspaper to my father was a kind of preparedness measure.

My father kept his promise.

“From now on, I will teach you the Heavenly Demon Defense Technique. “I’ll only say it once, so memorize it well.”

Before hearing the prayers, I sat cross-legged in my seat.

Because my father will only say it once, I try to memorize it with my body rather than with my head. Unless you’re an expert like me, you shouldn’t try this.

My father began to teach me the martial art of the Heavenly Demon Tiger.

“Move the bet gently from Myeongmunhyeol to Xinyu Jisil Weiyu. The true energy at this time should be as light as snow falling on a blade of grass. Speed is important, from one metaphor to another. Walk and run, then increase your speed as if you were flying lightly, and when you reach Shinju Pungmun Gokwon, pour down with force like a waterfall....”

Gugyeol was obviously difficult from the beginning. The level of difficulty is truly extreme. My heart was really pounding as I moved my spirit according to the rules. I felt resentful of my father for not stopping me from running the district myself even though I knew it was such a difficult district.

Naturally, several crises arose. We overcame small crises well, but towards the end, we faced a major crisis.

In an instant, the true energy flowed back and the blood vessels surged as if they were about to explode. The tense blood vessels felt as if they might burst at any moment. If I hadn’t strengthened my blood vessels with the Cheonmaek strengthening technique earlier, I would have definitely suffered serious internal injuries.

‘Learning the art of strengthening the heavenly veins was a plan for today. Then I won’t die today!’

At the edge of the cliff, where death from ignition and internal injuries awaited me if I fell, I became the embodiment of positivity and fought back.

And I believed.

I am not destined to die while learning martial arts from my father.

Did my faith work?

The excitement that had been running wild like a wild horse subsided. The internal power flowed along the bloodstream where it was supposed to go, and I, who had overcome the critical moment, was able to complete the last part of the Heavenly Demon Defense Technique.

“Whoa.”

I took a long breath and slowly opened my eyes.

My father was standing at the large window of Cheonmajeon, looking out.

Did you know that I was in such a big crisis?

Would you have helped me if I had fallen into a coin trap?

I couldn’t be sure of anything until I heard the words from my father’s mouth, ‘From now on, you are the next millionaire.’

My father, perhaps aware of my feelings, looked out the window and told me about the greatness of the Heavenly Demon Tiger.

“When life comes to a critical point, the Heavenly Demon Defense God’s Technique activates on its own. In the future, if the Heavenly Demon’s Defense God’s Skill achieves greatness, you will never die.”

The moment I heard that, one question came to my mind.

‘But why did your father die?’