Chapter 719 – Laughter of Martial Arts
As if he had read his mind, Gu Hyeon-jin sighed lightly and then explained to the elders about the recent transaction with Seong-il.
“No… Like that!!”
“Hmm…”
Opinions within the non-partisan faction split upon hearing the terms of the deal. No matter how great Seong-il’s new medicine is, there are two types of people who think that it is worth trading if it is such an outstanding new medicine.
‘Still, most of them seem to think it’s worth trading?’
Seong-il, who was able to read the emotions of the elders of the nonpartisan faction, could feel that most of them viewed the deal positively.
‘Those who feel repulsive… That’s right.’
Greed for the elixir, felt even among the elders who reacted in disapproval. As a result of Seong-il reading their feelings, they seemed to be worried that Seong-il would spread the recipe of the shrine outside.
“I will do this. I swear to my training, I will not spread the formula of the shrine anywhere outside the world, let alone the middle court!!”
Seong-il strongly swears to the non-partisan practitioners that if he breaks his oath, he will never be able to ‘top the fable’ in any way.
‘As a result, I will keep my promise. I won’t spread it to the ‘midfield’ and ‘outside the world’ of the world of Laughter of Martial Arts.’
Of course, the place where Seong-il wants to spread the technology is real, so he doesn’t shy away from making his oath.
“…If you can make an excellent shrine with a sage’s level of refinement, why do you want our sect’s Taecheong shrine?”
An elder of a non-partisan faction couldn’t help but hesitate for a while, and then suddenly asked Seong-il a question. In addition, the question was curious about the same thing as other Doindo, so Koo Jin-in and the other elders all looked at Seongil with a curious expression.
“Well, the one I made must be better.”
Having said that, Seong-il opens his inventory as if to show off, and takes out the Mu-geuk Shindan from there as a reward for clearing the game the previous day.
“…The problem is that I can’t make ‘worldly’ level potions. Would you like to take a look at this?”
Seong-il unstoppable moves a grain of martial arts shoes with telekinesis and brings them to the front of the people of the shaman faction. And the rich and intense scent of Shindan that spreads everywhere. The intense aura and concentrated power flowing from the shrine make even highly disciplined guru sway with desire.
“…Why is someone who can prepare such a shrine?”
“That’s because I’m not writing it.”
Seong-il tells the elders of the shaman faction exactly the story of the reconstruction of the minor faction, which he explained to Jin Chun-hwi and Koo Jin-in a while ago.
He explains to them that he is trying to prepare elixirs to fulfill the wishes of the long-suffering young man Cheong Myeong-jin, a member of the minor faction, who is now wandering around Gucheon.
“Before I leave, I plan to give a handful of the Elixir of Taoism to the descendants of the minor party as a gift. Since they made a great sacrifice this time to prevent the Blood God, I’ll give them a gift and go.”
Seong-il pretends that he did this to avoid burdening Jeong-do, including the shaman faction. If he gets a lot of the elixir of saving money like the Taecheongshindan, even the great wave of the shamans can be shaken from the roots, so he pretends to have made such a ‘sacrifice’ to take care of the problem himself.
“And the Mugeuk Shindan that I made is so good that it’s effective!! If a person in the world eats something like that, there will be a problem!”
“Yes? What’s the problem…?”
At the words of the seon-in that if the elixir is excellent, there will be a good beggar problem, the elders as well as Gu Hyeon-jin look at Seong-il with a puzzled expression.
“Hmph! That’s right, if you take the elixir of a sage, you will be able to get into ‘seonjutsu’, albeit lightly! If an absolute warrior who uses seonjutsu appears among you, what will happen in the world?”
“…!!”
At the explanation of Seongil, the guru inadvertently imagines the appearance of Murim people who use psychic powers and magic like Seongil. And the fear you feel.
They do not know what will happen to Moorim if a person who might become the ‘absolute person’ of Moorim appears, so they unknowingly agree to Seongil’s words.
“If you want to trade with this Mugeuk Goddess, wake up! The true man who saw it will find the one who ate him and beat him.”
“…Can you covet the elixir of immortality!”
The elders of the shaman faction, who had struggled to suppress their greed for the Mugeuk Shindan, express their disapproval to Seong-il with a surprised expression.
Seeing this, Seong-il puts up with his desire and puts it in his inventory after displaying the expression of a proud seonin.
“So are you going to trade or not? As I said before, if you accept the deal, I’ll give you various amulets as a bonus.”
“…Give me a moment.”
Perhaps Seong-il had quietly visited him alone, but he had explained the situation to the elders around him. For this reason, Guo Jin-in has to persuade the existing elders additionally, so he asks Seong-il for some time to discuss.
“I’ll give you half of it. Think carefully.”
“…”
Seong-il leaves quickly and goes outside, showing no regrets. As soon as he came out, the eyes of young non-partisan masters focused on him.
“It’s going to wear out, man.”
Seong-il, who lightly pranks the young non-partisan scholar who is looking at him with curiosity, opens his inventory and hands them various snacks and drinks he brought from reality.
‘Actually, they’re my age…’
Seong-il calmly waits for the decision of the non-partisan elders, looking at the young guru who come near him and eat this and that without fear.
‘…Couldn’t he be rejecting it?’
Although he had already heard an affirmative answer through the fortune teller’s gold coin, he could not help but worry. Because of that, he was calm on the outside, but on the inside he was worried about Seong-il. The door opens and Guo Jin-in appears.
“I will accept the proposal requested by the predecessor.”
“Right.”
After getting the answer he wanted from Koo Jin-in, Seong-il felt his tension melt away. He strides back into the hall with Koo Jin-jin and hands them a bottle of elixir and various orders.
“Make sure you don’t find out you’re carrying treasure outside.”
“All right.”
The non-partisan nodded their heads with a spleen expression because they knew very well what kind of evil would happen if a treasure like an elixir went into the ears of a person in power.
“When will you guys reach the shaman?
“Oh, you don’t have to.”
Seongil talked about visiting a shaman in order to obtain the recipe for Taecheong Sindan. However, an elderly man appears and dissuades him.
“Budo knows the recipe for Taecheong Sindan.”
Perhaps it was related to the survival of the sect, it seems that the shaman sect brought even the guru in charge of the podium that was never sent out this time.
‘Ah, you tried to keep them on standby and not participate in the battle. Well… If that’s the reason, it’s reasonable.’
Seong-il could understand the action of the non-partisan faction because it would have been understandable if he had been waiting in the rear and had only been in charge of critically ill patients.
“The recipe is like this.”
An elderly guru quickly writes down the recipe with a single stroke of a brush, as if making a shrine did not last for a day or two. A thin book written perfectly in just enough time to drink a cup of tea.
‘Finally… With this, we can mass-produce unmanned soldiers in real life!!’
Seong-il is convinced that he finally has the opportunity to take the final step in training the Hunter army.
Desperately suppressing her simmering emotions, Seong-il expresses her gratitude to the non-partisan people in as calm a tone as possible. After lightly exchanging good wishes with them, he makes an excuse that he shouldn’t stay in his world for too long, and then hurries to return to reality using his inner plane.
“Let’s see… The materials we need…”
As soon as Seong-il arrives in reality, he checks the ingredients needed to make Taecheongshin Dan.
And the necessary ingredients in the bloody quantity you see. As it seems that countless precious materials are needed, Seongil realizes that it is difficult to mass-produce easily even if he mobilizes all his skills.
“Keuk… I could make it if I wanted to, but… Mass production would be a bit difficult, right?”
Seong-il recalls that the excitement that had boiled over a while ago quickly cooled. In the meantime, he suddenly feels a call from a follower.
“Hmm? Who is it?”
Seong-il, puzzled by the sudden emergency call, uses augmented reality to look at the message window.
“Are you Yuna?”
Seong-il looks at her message with a puzzled look on her sudden contact.
“Master! I analyzed the teleportation ring you entrusted to me a while ago and succeeded in manufacturing a related minor grade artifact!!』
“Oh, was it because of this?”
Seong-il suddenly realizes why Yuna made an emergency call, and she puts on an understanding expression.
“Wait… That’s like that?”
