Martial Arts Ain't Anything Special-Chapter 33: The Great Mating Operation (2)

A clear fist qi flickered.

Seong knew this wasn’t ordinary even though he had grown up in a small village, or perhaps because he had grown up in such a place that he recognized just how extraordinary it was.

After all, blue qi swirling around someone’s hand couldn’t possibly be normal.

“W-Why are you doing this to me...”

“Shut up. Why are YOU doing this to ME? You’re pretty fucking talented at pissing people off just by existing, eh?”

“This... is a family matter.”

“Family matter my ass, you bastard. Hey, you listening? I told you I’m fucking pissed off! HUH!?”

It was the perfect example of an Unorthodox Faction martial artist’s speech that anyone would recognize.

But no one present tried to stop Seojun.

Not just Chunbong, but even Wang Daesan from the Orthodox Faction clicked his tongue and looked away.

“What kind of father acts like this to his daughter?”

Veins bulged on his hand as he patted his daughter in his arms.

Even the young girl traveling with their benefactor had an unpleasant expression.

She was clearly precious to their benefactor. Though they didn’t look alike so probably weren’t blood-related, it was fascinating how he cherished her like a real sister.

Wang Daesan placed his hand on her head, guessing from her expression that the child had her own circumstances.

“Cheer up....”

Slap.

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Ah... my apologies.”

Embarrassed by her cold response, Wang Daeson quietly focused on watching their benefactor’s actions.

*Seojun pondered as he watched Seong trembling.

What should I do with this guy?

Just kill him now?

That seems a bit much. I’m not some murderer.

If I kill everyone who pisses me off, I’d become a public enemy of murim real quick.

Though I suppose I could just kill him secretly.

“Hmm...”

After checking Granny Chun and Leehyang’s expressions, Seojun grabbed Seong’s head with his yin qi-infused hand.

“Aaaaargh...!!”

So dramatic. It should just feel refreshingly cool in his head.

Seojun removed his hand from the convulsing Seong and brought his face close.

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“You and I will meet again later. Until then, don’t try anything stupid. Your head will pop with just a gesture from me. Understand?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Then shall we get the fuck out now?”

“Yes!”

Seong answered loudly. But something still felt unsatisfying.

“Oh, fuck it!”

Bonk—

His fist wrapped in qi lightly tapped Seong’s head.

“Aaaaargh...!!”

Seong collapsed while clutching his head.

This bastard’s really overdoing it with how dramatic he is. Makes me not even want to hit him anymore.

“You may kindly get lost.”

“Ugh... u-understood...”

Seong glared at Seojun but immediately lowered his eyes when their gazes met and ran away.

Tsk, Seojun clicked his tongue and straightened up, looking at Leehyang.

“Hey—”

“Y-Yes...”

“Just asking but... do you maybe still love him because he’s family or something?”

“Do as you wish, Benefactor...”

“No, I’m just asking out of curiosity.”

Leehyang stared blankly at the sky before letting out a small laugh.

“I wonder... I don’t even know how I feel anymore.”

“Well, aren’t you quite the good-natured one.”

“Surely not.”

After continuing to chuckle, Leehyang quietly bowed and withdrew. Her staggering steps looked quite unsteady.

“This doesn’t sit right with me...”

As Seojun scratched his chin, Chunbong approached.

“Why do you care so much.”

“Oh? Acting like you don’t care? Do you know what your expression looks like right now?”

When he grabbed and shook her slightly less squishy cheeks, Chunbong growled.

“Stop it!”

“Aww, what’s wrong?”

“Kyaah...!”

So damn cute.

Seojun sighed and asked Granny Chun.

“It’s later than expected, would it be alright if we stayed here?”

“Sure thing. Got plenty of empty rooms anyway. Just pick an empty one ‘n sleep.”

“Thanks.”

Seojun walked away leisurely.

“See you tomorrow, old man.”

“Have a good night, Benefactor.”

“Yeah, sure.”

*Chunbong naturally came into the same room and flopped down spread out like an eagle on the floor.

Her hair had grown quite long since they first met, and with it loose like that, it spread out like a carpet.

The black and white two-tone made it look even more so.

As he stared at her, she closed her eyes.

“I’m sleeping.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“I said... I’m sleeping.”

“And I said, go ahead?”

When he looked at her blankly, she clicked her tongue, opened her eyes, then closed them again. What’s this brat trying to do?

Just in case, he went closer and patted her belly while singing a lullaby.

“Rock-a-bye~ my little~ Chun-bong~”

“...You really fucking suck at singing.”

“Hey! What’s with that after I sang for you!”

“Keep going. Might as well practice while you’re at it.”

What’s the point of practicing singing in murim? Is she telling me to learn sound arts or something?

Well, since she asked, he did it.

And not long after, Chunbong fell into deep sleep.

It hasn’t even been three minutes. Am I actually talented at lullabies?

After chuckling to himself and removing a strand of hair from her mouth, he left the room.

“Nom nom...”

Looking back into the room, Chunbong’s mouth was moving like she was eating something in her dream. After watching for a moment, he quietly closed the door.

“Moon’s quite dark.”

Is it covered by clouds?

After wandering around the courtyard, he jumped up onto the roof.

Just then, as if the clouds had passed, faint moonlight fell.

Seojun sat down in lotus position on the roof.

When he closed his eyes and circulated his inner qi, the murky qi of the Primordial Divine Art began racing through his body.

There are still many shortcomings for sure.

A cultivation method isn’t something you can just create by roughly manipulating inner qi.

There are countless qi channels in the body, and their paths greatly influence the outcome.

In the case of the Primordial Divine Art, most of those paths were taken from the Yellow Cloud Divine Art.

However, with this different cultivation method, the efficiency had dropped considerably, and at times it felt like something was obstructing the flow.

“Hmm.”

After thinking for a while, Seojun circulated the Primordial Divine Art as he usually did.

“Huu... haah...”

Inhale to take in nature’s qi, exhale to expel impurities.

The qi mixed with his racing inner cultivation colored his mind’s eye as it coursed through his meridians, naturally becoming the inner qi of the Primordial Divine Art.

With his eyes closed, examining that murky qi, Seojun boldly reversed one of the paths.

“Cough...!”

Blood spewed from his mouth along with an internal injury.

Well, that path’s definitely not it.

When he naturally returned the path to normal as if nothing happened, he gradually felt his insides settling.

I had a hunch but...

Now I’m certain. My body heals abnormally fast.

It felt fast before but now it’s even faster.

The reason? No clue. How would I know?

The only thing I can guess is that it might be influenced by qi.

That’s the only difference between my body now and in the previous world.

When in doubt, blaming qi usually works out.

Especially in my case. Having the greatest talent of all time means there are aspects even I don’t understand, leading to unexpected effects.

Well, it’s a good thing anyway.

If my recovery wasn’t fast, wouldn’t I have died on the first day? It’s more amazing that I survived with my guts spilling out.

Of course, Chunbong’s knowledge of the human body probably helped too, but still.

That’s not what’s important right now.

Now that I know my body has excellent recovery, what should I do?

Most people would reach the same conclusion.

Infinite retries.

Keep repeating until you succeed, as long as you won’t die. Eventually you’ll achieve something. Isn’t that obvious?

Blood? A little cough never killed anyone.

Pain? Sucks but bearable.

Qi deviation? Just gotta be careful not to get it.

If I don’t cross the line and use some common sense, my realm will rise. How can I pass this up?

“Fuck it, going all out tonight.”

And so he practiced the Primordial Divine Art until dawn.

*“Phew.... Almost died there.”

He had gained a new insight. Self-experimentation is absolute insanity.

He should probably restrain himself from such madness in the future.

But usually the crazier something is, the bigger the returns tend to be.

This was one of those cases.

This is fucking sick as hell.

He could clearly feel the flow of his proud inner qi.

The Primordial Divine Art had transformed overnight like heaven and earth turning over—even the feeling of it flowing through his body was different.

Putting everything else aside, this was natural given that the efficiency alone was on a fundamentally different level.

Of course, circulating qi while moving had become easier too.

So what did he conclude? That he probably won’t be running out of qi anytime soon.

Infinite inner qi just for me. Not bad at all.

Well, not quite infinite, but who cares? As long as it feels good.

This meant he needed to rethink his approach to martial arts.

With abundant qi, he should think about how to use it.

Should I create techniques that consume lots of qi in one burst?

“Yawn... What are you doing on the... haah... oh fuck no. Hey! What the hell did you do now, you crazy bastard!”

Lost in thought, Seojun cheerfully waved at Chunbong’s morning greeting.

“Yo, you’re up Geum Chunbong. Your big brother has been reborn today.”

“Stop with the bullshit please! What’s with all the blood on your clothes?!”

“Huh?”

He glanced down.

“Oh...”

His black martial arts clothes were clearly stained with blood, visible even on the dark fabric.

So a person doesn’t die even after losing this much blood? That’s another new insight.

“Just did some training.”

“No...! Nooo...! What kind of training would...! Oh fuck this seriously!”

Why so scared?

As he tried to sneak down from the roof and into the room, Chunbong grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

“Gak...!”

“Come here. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine...?”

“How can I trust you when you always talk nonsense?”

Chunbong gritted her teeth and felt around his body with her small hands.

“Hahaha...! Hey! That tickles!”

“Stay still!”

“Ah! Not there!”

“...Shut up!? That’s not even anywhere weird!”

Anyway, Doctor Chunbong’s thorough examination found no issues.

“...You really scared me first thing in the morning.”

And Chunbong was cute.

*While fooling around with Chunbong, they saw Seong Leehyang approaching in neat attire.

When Seojun waved at her, she bowed politely.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, yes. But where are you going?”

“Ah...”

Leehyang smiled faintly. The contrast of her automatically raised lips with her expressionless eyes made it strangely eerie.

“I must return home. I have nowhere else to go.”

“I see.”

Return home, huh. Still bothers me.

Since he had already gotten involved, he wouldn’t feel satisfied unless he resolved this somewhat.

“Hmm.”

Just then he had a good idea. If she has nowhere to go but home, why not make somewhere for her to go?

The corner of Seojun’s mouth curved up.

“Hold on a moment.”