Chapter 173 What You Don’t Get for Free

Chapter 173 What You Don't Get for Free

First thing in the morning, after dinner, Chuliuhon went straight to his office and picked up a paintbrush.
Shhh, shhh, shhh……
The brochure’s announcements were quickly covered in black letters, one after the other, as a thick, somber scent spread.
And so a little time passes.
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Finished with his notes, Chullehm muttered as he laid his brush on the ashtray beside him.
“Unpretentious to the point of being ungeeky.”
What he had just written was the essence of the Ten-Sectioned Sword, which was exactly what Hyunseung Joo Yoo Kang wanted.
The progress of Tae Hwan, the supreme powerhouse of the Fisheye, who one hundred and eighty years ago unified the Sapa Clan with his fisheye.
However, he did not have a disciple to carry on his past practice.
Therefore, the essence of the Ten Commandments Sword was naturally practiced after his death.
That’s what the Iron Currents perfectly restored.
It wasn’t hard to do.
The Fish Sword King Tae Hwan shared a cross-factional friendship with Hafuzo, the highest ranking Cloud Cloud Sword Master, who was the wielder of the Wushu Sword at the time, and they often traded non-swords to complement each other’s martial arts.
So I remember them all.
The essence of the Sword of the Swordsmiths, created by Tae Hwan.
Chulryuhyun stretched through a yawn and heard someone on the other side of the door.
Or not.
Duck.
The lattice doors open to the left and right, and a young man emerges.
It was Namgung Sanglin.
Judging by his damp cuffs, he must have come straight from helping clean up the restaurant.
“Let’s get started, then.”
With those words, Chul Ryuhon gestured with his chin to a cot set up off to one side of his office.
“Are you telling me to lie down there?”
“Yes, take off your top.”
Hearing Chu Liuhui’s indifferent voice, Nangong Shanglin quickly uncovered his upper body and headed for the simple bed.
“I told you before. Something big is coming.”
“Yes, that’s what you said, you’ll find out when you get here…….”
“It means suffering and fulfillment. To be great is to be great.”
“Ah…….”
Namgung Sanglin suddenly realized.
Recognize that the accomplishment you’re about to achieve will be at a high level, meaning it will involve unbearable pain.
Such is the way of the world.
Nothing comes easy.
In particular, the true mastery of the martial arts is a reward for those who endure the hard work, focus, and effort.
“It’s going to hurt pretty bad.”
Judging by the way he talked, it didn’t seem to bother him at all.
However.
Tight.
Nangong Shanglin lay down and clenched his fists, vowing to himself.
You should. No, you can.
I kept reminding myself that mindset is everything.
Then the words ring in my ears again.
“Me too.”
Nangong Shanglin’s gaze was drawn to the voice and lingered on Chu Liuhui’s face.
‘Yes, Iron Moon Lord also…….’
An expressionless figure who understands all of heaven and earth, and has attained the state of lunar mastery and transcendence.
Nangong Shanglin felt it when he saw it.
I realized that an empty prayer, like mine, was not a product of a free ride.
Correct.
It must have been incredibly painful.
It’s not an accomplishment that you can simply chalk up to a stroke of luck.
Chul Ryu-Heon thought as he opened the door to the storage locker next to his desk and pulled out a spit bucket.
“You don’t know how I got this power.
It’s been a thousand years.
It’s been a long, long time without knowing its origins or even why it exists…….
It was free.
Because a knife is a knife, and it can’t move like you want it to.
I’ve been living in a never-ending loop of time.
It was a pitiful fate that changed depending on who owned it.
Anyone else would have gone insane from enduring such eons of boredom.
The knowledge I have now is the price I paid for living a life without options, for enduring those painful years.
Standing beside the bed with a spit bucket, Cheolryuhyeon spoke in a muffled voice, clearing his mind.
“Are you ready?”
Soon after, Namgung Sanglin replied with a determined expression.
“Yes, Mr. Iron Gate.”
“Again, it’s going to hurt. Well, maybe not as much as when I scored the breakaway goal, but that’s the important part.”
“Yes…… to not lose your mind, is that correct?”
“I know.”
With a nonchalant nod, Chului Hsin put the needle beside his pillow, rolled up his sleeves, and began to use my qigong.
In a moment.
Tok, toxic…… Tok……
You will hear a series of faint sounds, like small bubbles bursting.
It was the sound of some of the blood vessels that had been secretly closed by the iron streaks earlier opening one after another.
The exquisite technique is the half-heart closure technique of the Heavenly Sword Master Beomgyu, who was renowned for his unparalleled medical skills more than four hundred years ago, and is often used to secretly block the flow of an opponent’s chi.
The reason Chu Liuhui had used it earlier was to delay the manifestation of the power of the various elixirs that had entered Nangong Shanglin’s body.
To pent up as much energy as possible and then release it.
This will fully trigger Gupummugol’s latent power.
May the iron currents be short-lived.
“Take a breath.”
Nangong Shanglin nervously controlled his inhalation and exhalation.
“Now the potency of all the elixirs will explode.”
“So, is this how it should be, and the Unagi breakfast is……?”
“No, you shouldn’t run the ball, just endure it.”
That early iron currents opened the lid to the spit bucket.
During his lifetime, he compiled a five-volume medical textbook, which he hoped would help him successfully awaken Gu Pum Mugol by referring to the mysterious acupuncture techniques recorded therein.
Large and small acupuncture needles are inserted into the upper body acupuncture points and held.
“Oh, here they come!
Nangong Shanglin felt as if something hot was burning inside her body and clasped her hands together.
Finally finished, Chullehorn jerked his chin and said.
“Gupzumugol is centered on physical transformation, so physical pain is a must.”
Originally, the bottom game strengthens your energy, the middle game strengthens your body, and the top game strengthens your mind.
That is.
The place where Gupummugol’s sleep is awakened is in the interruption.
In contrast, Hae Yeon Hae’s Heavenly Chapter has a latent power in the upper battle, making it more mentally draining than physically painful.
Next.
Ding.
Nangong Shanglin’s chest pole bounced once, lightly.
“ugh…… ugh…….”
A pained sound escapes between my lips.
The beginning of the pain.
Blood vessels dilate.
Ding, ding, ding……
A swarm of wormlike tendrils twitched and wriggled over his skin.
Ding.
The pectoralis major bounced upward again.
Clenching his molars to endure the pain, Nan Gongsanglin felt like his entire body was being torn apart by a hook.
My head was spinning.
He had prepared himself for what Chuliuhon had said, but he hadn’t anticipated the terrible pain he was about to experience.
By now, thick beads of sweat are pouring down like rain.
Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy……
Your whole body is in constant spasms, and it’s an excruciating pain.
Chul Ryuhon smirked at the sight.
‘Same as then.’
Throughout the history of the martial arts, there have only been three appearances of a martial artist with an old bone.
The first of these was Bei Jiaxin, the most powerful swordsman of his time, the owner of the Martial God Sword eight hundred years ago.
The painful process that Namgung Sangrin is going through now is the result of his experience and knowledge.
No.
In addition to the existing method, it has been further developed by incorporating the medical knowledge of the Heavenly Sword Master Beomgyu.
Something no one else can do, and only you can do.
So there are no failures.
However.
This is only possible if Namgung Sangrin holds out until the end.
One.
I believe in it.
The exceptional qualities of a martial artist who is a direct blood relative of the Southern Palace.
The heavens must have given him a body like that for a reason.
Windowpane.
Nangong Shanglin’s mouth opened wide, and a long scream rang out sharply.
“Off! Off!”
And so the days went on and on and on.
Standing beside him, Chuliu Heng spoke in an impassive voice.
“Big pain covers small pain. It’s time.”
In hands that are too busy to finish speaking.
Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da!
Dozens of acupuncture needles stuck in the body are pressed into the palm of your hand.
At the same time, Nangong Shanglin’s eyes rolled back in his head as he convulsed with an indescribable pain.
It’s not even screaming.
My head was pounding and I felt like I was about to pass out.
But.
Tight!
Clenching his fists and biting his lip hard, he willed himself to come to his senses.
Suddenly.
A single note of static crashed into my ears.

It was an iron curtain.
Nangong Shanglin’s eyes snap back into focus.
“Quack…… can…… be……!
Reminded of the misfortune that had befallen his great family and his own fate, he focused on enduring the pain.
Suddenly, a nostalgic face flashes through my mind.
Father, mother, and only one brother…….
Then I remembered something Namgung Heonlin said when we parted ways a few years ago.
-You’ve always been the rock of my life, don’t forget that. Even though we may be apart in body, we are always together in spirit…….
You’re not alone.
You’ve got a trusty little brother.
So, go ahead and do it, and when you see him later, he’ll be all smiles.
Resolve, resolve, resolve.
I’ll get the house back on its feet.
No matter how heavy the burden on my shoulders, I will not be deterred.
Suddenly, the spasms lessened.
His superhuman endurance, his indomitable spirit, had finally begun to overcome his physical pain.
Chu Liuhui maneuvered his inner gong, preparing for Chu Qing’s blood.
“This is the final step.”
This wasn’t a typical case of hyperemesis gravidarum.
The plan was to deploy the practiced bowmanship of the Warring States Army.
This is the Eight-Sen Great Bow, which was created by Wu Dongfangya, a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Master Bumgyu.
It was a study in ascension, the highest level of medical practice I’ve ever seen, using qigong to energize and stabilize the body.
Chu Liu Heng drew out countless needles and unleashed the Eight Lines of Defense.
First up, the Yin-Yang Returning Hand, which works to restore the energy that has been disturbed by successive suffering.
Pah, pah, pah, pah……!
He then performed the White Sun Movement, which cleanses the acupuncture points.
At that moment, Nangong Shanglin felt a vast amount of energy expanding the Qi Qi blood in his lower abdomen, traveling up his veins and settling into the Yin blood in his upper abdomen.
My eyes closed of their own accord.
Instead of excruciating pain, a sweet sensation of pleasure washed over me.
The hand of the iron stain never rested.
Papa, papa, papa……!
When he had practiced the rest of the Eight Great Lives, the Ten Thousand Lives, the Genra Lives, the Nectar Lives, the Tong Tian Lives, the Taiyi Lives, and the Reincarnation Lives, his body was enveloped in a mysterious star-like radiance, and he floated in a circle.
Flashing
A starburst of radiance.
“Ah……!
Nangong Shanglin was sure of it, as she felt a shiver run down her spine.
You’ve finished the old mugol.
The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly at the sight of Chul Ryuhyeon, who had gone to one of the chairs and sat down.
Nangong Shanglin of Gu Pum Mugol and Ha Jiyeon of the Heavenly Chapter had reached a level where they could be called the best of the budding masters, even if they were to go out and play in the strongest martial arts realm right away.
“Thus, this gate now has two rare and rarefied instruments that will be above the sword and the sword.
A tiger with wings is soaring silently.
Here.
On White House checkpoints.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 174 (174 of 552)