Third-rate School Leader

Episode 11

He raised his hand above his head and felt near the Baihui point.

Suddenly, I remembered the time when I first came to my senses and my head was pounding and hurting.

“There was blood coming from his head. I think he got hurt when he fell from the cliff.”

Do Cheok-san also said so while pretending to touch the top of his head.

‘Then I… will pour the remaining energy into the Baekhoehyeol of the child named Dokgo Jin… .’

As he died like that, didn’t his soul somehow enter Dokgo Jin’s head?

The exact truth could not be known, but at the moment, it seemed most likely.

If it were true, it would be a shame for Dokgo Jin, but it couldn’t have been anything but a stroke of luck for him.

Jeeeeing!

A resonance suddenly occurred in my head.

It seemed like stars were twinkling before my eyes.

He bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly.

It was no use. When I closed my eyes, tens of thousands of stars twinkled in my head.

In the meantime, a certain scene appeared dimly.

A happy looking couple and children.

Those who suddenly barge in, dance with their swords in a frenzy, and spray blood.

Hiding in caves, while people are dying outside…

Wandering the streets alone…

Then I met Jangsan Lee.

“Little one. Won’t you follow me?”

The scenes in my head scattered like fog as I followed behind Mt. Lee Jang-san.

Dokgo Jin immediately realized what the sight just now meant.

I don’t know how it came to mind, but Dokgo Jin’s life flashed before my eyes.

Perhaps as his own memories came back to him, Dokgo Jin’s memories were also pulled up from deep within him.

‘Ha, this guy’s life is really strange.’

There was no way of knowing whether Dokgo Jin’s memories would come back to him again in the future or whether he would fall asleep forever and never come back again.

What was certain was that this body was not his own.

‘If only I could remember it more clearly, I would do something.’

He opened his eyes with a bitter smile.

Just then the door opened and priests rushed in.

“Ambassador, are you awake now?”

“Ambassador, are you in any pain?”

“Ambassador! The master bought meat today.”

“Hehehe. Ambassador, did you sleep well?”

Dokgo Jin smiled as he looked at the priests.

No matter who he was, he was still the same as the children in front of him.

“Yeah, I took a deep breath and woke up feeling refreshed. I’ll start training again tomorrow. Everyone, be prepared!”

* * *

We found out the cause of the soul transfer and also found out how to save it.

The biggest gain of all was that he found out that he had poured all his remaining abilities into Dokgo Jin’s Baekhoehyeol.

It was not yet known how much force had been exerted. Since the body was on the verge of death, it could have been an extremely small amount.

Still, at least it was better than nothing.

Besides, isn’t the Baekhoe point the upper dantian?

The four disciples of Cheonhwamun, who had overcome hardships once, began to learn Cheonhwagong and Baektasansu in earnest.

Dokgo Jin detoxified Cheonhwagong in two days using Dokgo Kang’s abilities.

However, he did not tell Jangsan Lee that he had deciphered everything.

Because you might end up hurting yourself more if you feel guilty for no reason.

If he’s sick, he’ll just have more work to do.

It was Dokgo Jin’s job to teach martial arts.

The priests believed the words of the ambassador even if he said that beans were red beans.

If I had to die, I would have pretended to die.

No matter how difficult the training was, I followed along diligently without complaining.

Dokgo Jin also practiced with the priests every day, drenching his whole body in sweat.

I wondered if I had ever practiced this diligently since I was young and practicing on my own.

Then one day… I met him.

* * *

“Hahahaha!”

Dokgo Jin burst into laughter.

The place he was was deep in the valley of Dongbaeksan Mountain, about twenty li away from his house.

There was no problem as I could train with the martial arts of Cheonhwamun or the priests of Baektasansuya.

But sometimes I needed some quiet time alone.

It was difficult to have any quiet time for oneself while teaching priests.

I asked the priests how zealous they were, even when they came in shifts.

There was no time to rest, and even less time to think about anything else.

Moreover, it was beyond his wildest dreams to practice the martial arts of Dokgo Kang that he knew.

So, starting from the fifteenth day after I started practicing Cheonhwagong, I came to this valley once every two days to practice alone.

At first, it wasn’t easy to practice the martial arts of ascension because my body and internal energy didn’t support it.

But as I practiced persistently, the path appeared.

The transferred Dokgo Kang’s true energy was vaporized by Cheonhwagong, and began to seep out of Baekhoehyeol and into his energy veins.

After that, the energy that had swirled throughout every corner of the body joined the lower dantian, the ‘sea of ​​energy’.

The unfortunate thing is that when Dokgo Kang met Dokgo Jin, he was on the verge of death.

Even though he poured all his energy into it, it was only three-tenths of his normal power.

Even Dokgo Jin’s body couldn’t accept all of that.

Still, that’s somewhere.

Dokgo Jin was not disappointed and tried his best to make that power his own.

After a month like that, the passageway to Cheonchu Mamagong’s true energy was finally formed.

“Okay! Now I can do something about it.”

All of Dokgo Kang’s main martial arts were based on Cheonchu Mamagong.

The same goes for the Cheonmagugeomdo, the Cheonchumamajang, the ignorantly named Pacheonmujeoksu, and the arrogant method called Angcheongunmabo.

In order to recover Dokgo Kang’s martial arts, he had to first raise the level of Cheonchu Mamagong to the highest level possible.

Of course, I have to hide it thoroughly from others.

Fortunately, Cheonhwagong had a great capacity to embrace. It was enough to hide Cheonchumamagong, one of the three great magicians of the past and present.

Even though I don’t know who created the Cheonhwagong, I have a suspicion that it was originally created for that purpose.

“Okay! Shall we start for real now?”

It was about a month later that the one with the ominous fate appeared before him.

That day too, Dokgo Jin was practicing Cheonchu Mama Gong in a cave dug out at the bottom of a cliff in the valley.

But when I opened my eyes after completing the two-hour meditation, I felt a presence inside the valley.

He opened his eyes, frowning.

‘What kind of guy is here…?’

The valley he was in was not a place with beautiful scenery that people would come to see.

Far from being beautiful, it was rocky, rugged, and desolate, so even herbalists didn’t come there. That was the main reason he chose it as a place to practice.

As he looked out of the cave in wonder, he saw a person staggering past.

Are you in your forties or fifties?

His whole body was covered in blood and he was holding a broken sword.

Looking at his bloody legs shaking, it seemed like he was in really bad shape.

‘Who are you chasing?’

I saw the man who had fallen forward struggling to get up.

Every time I moved, blood flowed out of my body.

‘With wounds like that, he’ll die before I can even get him to the doctor.’

Leaning against a large rock, he looked around, breathing heavily.

Then, my eyes met with Dokgo Jin’s, who was sitting inside the cave.

“……?”

“……!”

There was silence for a moment.

Both stopped moving.

Only a bird sitting on a nearby tree turned its head and looked back and forth between the two.

The first person to speak was a middle-aged man.

“Do you live around here?”

Nod nod.

Twenty li was a bit far. But the nearest town was where he lived.

“What are you doing here?”

“Are you training in martial arts?”

Dokgo Jin spoke honestly. There was no reason to hide it anyway.

I wasn’t even afraid of the middle-aged man. If he had lost enough blood to soak his entire body, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer and would probably die even if I left him alone.

“You’re training in martial arts? Alone?”

“Isn’t there anything I can’t do alone?”

The middle-aged man felt upset when the young-looking man answered him in an informal tone.

But now the person I regret is myself.

“What about the four gates?”

“Cheonhwamun.”

“Cheonhwamun? It’s the first time I’ve heard of that sect.”

Of course it would be. Even if we call them disciples, there are only seven, no, six, masters and disciples who could die at any time.

The middle-aged man let down his guard against Dokgo Jin.

On the one hand, it was laughable.

A young boy with blue eyes practices martial arts alone in the mountains?

Without a master?

It was obvious even without looking.

A disciple of a third-rate, nameless sect.

He was clearly just a cheeky little kid who was running wild in the mountains trying to learn martial arts while he was young.

So I could speak comfortably.

“Please grant me one favor.”

ask?

I appeared in a place where no one goes, with a body that would soon die, and asked for a favor… .

Dokgo Kang had no intention of listening.

Now was the time to focus on practicing martial arts. I didn’t have the leisure to do other people’s favors.

But then something strange came out.

“Tell me.”

Dokgo Jin hesitated even after saying what he had said.

It felt strange. It was more like Dokgo Jin’s kind-hearted instincts, which had been sleeping deeply, had come out rather than something he had said himself.

‘What is this?’

I felt like I had been taken advantage of. I felt uneasy.

A middle-aged man who had no idea what was going on said.

“If you grant me this favor, I will teach you my martial arts.”

This time, Dokgo Jin found the middle-aged man funny.

You dare to teach martial arts to Ma Cheon-jon?

‘What a funny guy.’

But as if his feelings were revealed in his expression, the middle-aged man spoke with force in his eyes.

“Don’t you know who I am?”

Jerre jerre, Dokgo Jin shook his head.

“Have you ever heard of the nickname ‘Hwan-hwan-bi-ma’?”

I heard it when I was a Dokgo Kang.

There were several people in the martial arts world who were famous for their magical powers. Of them, three were the most famous.

Welcome Bima was one of those three.

“Then you…?”

“Yes, I am the welcome guest.”

The welcome bima appears here in a dying body.

why?

Dokgo Jin looked at the welcoming horse with a puzzled expression.

The welcoming vigilante smiled bitterly.

“If I hadn’t gone into Maryeong-dong, this wouldn’t have happened….”

‘What? Maryeong-dong?’

Dokgo Jin was surprised by that one word, but he just looked without asking any questions.

Sometimes knowing too much isn’t good.

Welcome Bima also went straight to the main point without going into any more detail.

“Anyway, if you grant my request, you can have everything I have in my arms.”

“It’ll all be mine anyway when you die.”

Hwan Bima felt bad at Dokgo Jin’s calm words. However, since that was the truth, he couldn’t say anything.

“Okay, then I’ll teach you the Welcome Heavenly God method too.”

The illusionary flying celestial body method.

This is a divine law that is never left out when discussing the best divine law in the world.

But if it was something I couldn’t do, I couldn’t grant the request.

“First, tell me what you want. I’ll have to know what you want so I can either listen or not.”