Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Bam!
‘Ugh…….’
The shock from the back of my neck knocked me out of my mind…….
After Qing Wu lost consciousness, Mu Jin Yin shouted at the children who were looking at Qing Wu like he was a monster.
“What are you doing? Those of you who are nearby, take him to the doctor in the medicine hall as soon as possible, and the rest of you stay in your rooms on probation!”
The children near him came to their senses and took him to the medicine hall, while the rest of the children chattered among themselves and went inside.
“This guy…… really knows how to move the jinqi…….”
Elder Mu Jin pretended to be angry, and although he was a little upset, he was more surprised than anything else.
He knew that one of the kids, Yoo Sang-pil, was the leader and had been bullying them.
But why didn’t he stop them, because he thought that childish fights between children would go away over time.
But this was different.
It wasn’t a child’s fight. It’s a fight that’s beyond the scope of my kung fu.
Just because you’ve practiced chi kung doesn’t mean you’re invincible.
One must know how to use chi and be disciplined in mind and body to be called a martial artist.
However, this child, called Qingwu, was not trained in mind and body, yet he used a powerful weapon called the inner gong.
This was beyond the scope of children’s fighting.
Therefore, when Qingwu raised his inner ball, he immediately rushed over.
However, it was already too late.
Unlike the kid, who only had the energy of an acorn, Qing Wu’s speed was beyond his limits.
His speed was half that of Mu Qin Yin’s polarized dark incense mark.
Qing Shui’s fist, which was relatively close to him, had arrived at the spot before he did.
“This is not normal, he may have learned the techniques or martial arts from somewhere other than the volcano…….”
If this assumption is true, it becomes serious.
It could be the work of another master.
“Hurry up and tell Zhang Wenyin…….”
With this polarizing statement, Mu Zhen Qin headed for Zhang Wenyin’s former residence, the Plum Blossom Pavilion.
Had he gotten halfway there?
Suddenly, Qing Wu, who was at his side, twitched.
“How are you already……?”
He instantly lost control of his strength and struck at the capital with half of Qin Xin’s strength.
To be able to do this already meant that he was a child with a natural body, or that his cultivation had reached such a high level that he could move regardless of his master’s will.
But was it too much of a leap?
Qing Shui twitched for a moment, then stopped moving.
His breathing was even, and he didn’t appear to be awake.
Therefore, Mu Zhen Qin turned his attention away from Qing Wu and ran at full speed to the Plum Blossom Pavilion.
After a while, he arrived at the Plum Pavilion.
Boom!
No matter how urgent the situation, Mu Qin was the elder of the Volcano Sect.
He couldn’t just barge into the elder’s residence and open the door unceremoniously.
Therefore, he knocked politely twice.
“Who is it?”
A voice called from inside.
“It’s Zhen Qi.”
The original name of Mujin Qin was Zhenqi.
The name Mujin was given to him after he became an elder and was recognized for his mist-like speed and stealth in the Volcanic Sect’s divine arts, but before that, he was known as Zhen Qi.
“Come in.”
With permission, Mu Qin opened the door.
‘Laugh…….’
Upon entering, he was immediately greeted by the wary gazes of the peak masters.
One could only feel their eyes, not see them.
These eyes were the shadows of Zhang Chuixuan, the Plum Blossom Sword Sect’s eldest master, the Mae Young.
A peak assassin whose whereabouts even the elder himself couldn’t tell.
Mu Zhen Qin swallowed hard and walked forward.
A white-white-haired elderly man reviewed the piles of documents on the table.
This was Zhang Chuiyi, the Plum Blossom Sword Master, the longest-serving sword master of the Volcano Sect.
Zhang Qiuyi only looked up when Mu Qin stood in front of him at the table.
His deep graphite eyes were as if they could be sucked in.
It was a glimpse of Zhang Chuiyi’s martial prowess.
“What’s the matter with you, you’re an elder, and you rushed over like that, without saving yourself…….”
Hearing Zhang Chuiyi’s words, Mu Zhen Qin sat the child on the chair next to him.
“Who is this child?”
“This is one of the Bo Ping disciples I’m training, whose name is Cheng Wu.”
“And?”
Mu Zhen Qin swallowed his saliva as Zhang Chuixuan flipped through the papers again, sounding uninterested.
“This child could be Sezak.”
“Sezak?”
Zhang Chuixuan raised his head again.
This time, he pointed it at Qing Wu.
“Why do you think so?”
The matter of a third son is a very important one among the sects.
If a sect master infiltrated a sect, they could be deprived of the secret martial arts of the main body, and if they were wrong, they could be betrayed at a crucial moment.
“The Bo Ping disciple has only been in the sect for four months, and now there is a child who is slowly breaking through the bloodline.”
Zhang Qiuyi sighed at Mu Zhen’s words.
“Hmph.”
“What’s wrong?”
Zhang Qiuyi sighed, and Mu Qin was puzzled.
Zhang Qiuyi then looked at him with a pathetic look in his eyes and said.
“As an elder of the Great Volcano Sect, and even more so, someone who has received the sigil of Mu Qin, unlike me, is living with such childlike thoughts, how can I not be worried…….?”
Hearing Zhang Qiuyi’s words, Mu Qin blushed.
“What do you mean, childlike…… such…….”
Zhang Qiuyi raised his hand to cut off Mu Qin’s words.
“Forget it, this petty bickering is not important. With just that much evidence, it’s impossible to say that this kid is a master.”
“But a child who can move the Qin Qi in three months, where is that…….”
“You’re so narrow-minded. How can you only think like that?”
Hearing Zhang Qiuyi’s pathetic tone, Mu Qin blushed and lowered his head.
“For this child to take something that could be a record of the Heavenly Treasury…… and call it a masterpiece just for the sake of it is no different than a child who is jealous and envious of someone stronger than him.”
Mu Jin Qin blushed even more.
“Listen to that child’s breathing.”
“Yes…….”
Mu Jin Yin concentrated on Zhang Chuixue’s words and listened to Qingyu’s breathing.
Huwook, Huwook.
“Isn’t that the sound of his breathing when he’s sleeping?”
“Do you remember the breathing sounds of other children?”
“Yes, I’ve been living with them, so why wouldn’t I remember?”
“Let’s compare.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
“It’s…… unbelievable that such a…… child would be able to memorize the refined breathing techniques of…….”
“Do you understand? This child is a heaven-sent talent, an unusual child, so don’t you think it’s possible for him to move the pendulum even though he’s only just become a volcanic martial artist?”
“That’s right…… I see…….”
Zhang Qiuyi smiled gently.
“This kid, don’t you want it?”
“What? What kind of…….”
Mu Jin Yin looked puzzled.
“As an elder of the Volcano Sect, only you and Wuyoung Qin Yin currently have no disciples. You may be teaching Bo Ping’s disciple, but that’s your job. Stop being stubborn and take a disciple. I have faith in you. You have the talent to raise this extraordinary child correctly.”
Zhang Qiuyi looked at Mu Jin.
His gaze was filled with trust.
Mu Qin couldn’t resist that gaze.
“I understand……, …….”
“Hehe. I see. I’ll inform the others of what happens from here on out, so when she wakes up, you can tell her yourself and make sure she doesn’t freak out.”
“Alright, then…….”
Mu Zhen Qin took his leave and walked out.
Inside the Plum Pavilion, only Zhang Qiuyi remained, nodding with a kind face.
His eyes flashed open.
“This is……? More than that…… ugh…….”
The back of my head was hurting badly.
So I rubbed the back of my head, not bothering to look around.
“Are you awake?”
I heard a very familiar voice.
I lowered my hand from rubbing the back of my head and looked up to see Master Mu Zhen, the master of the Bo Ping disciples.
“Master…… ah……!”
The pain in the back of my head and seeing Master Mujin reminded me of Yu Sang-pil.
I remembered that I had lost my cool and attacked him with my chi, and that Master Mujin had been furious when he saw that and knocked me out.
“I…… then…….”
“You don’t need to make excuses. I know why you did what you did…….”
I looked up at Master Mujin’s gentle words.
It was because Master Mujin had acted unexpectedly.
Fighting between fellow students is a grave offense in any sect.
But for someone who committed such a grave crime, Master Mujin spoke softly.
“I know that Shangfil’s behavior was excessive, and I know that’s why you were angry and punched him. One…….”
Master Mujin paused for a moment, then said.
“It was wrong of you to use your inner qi to attack a child who doesn’t know how to use it yet.”
“It’s not out of my control, and it happened without my knowledge…….”
Moreover, it was the first time in today’s training, the second time, and I could have sworn it had never happened before.
“I know. As a Hanamu, you have to learn to control your emotions. No matter how angry you are, if you lose control of your energy and go on a rampage, you are no better than the Madhus of Sama Odo. Know this, and never let it happen again.”
“Yes…….”
I said, bowing my head at Master Mujin’s logical words.
“But you cannot train your mind and body alone. I will be your teacher and help you.”
“What are you talking about? You’re already the master of the Bo Ping disciples, so you should be my master.”
Master Mujin shook his head.
“I’m not saying that I’m your master, I’m saying that I’ll be your immediate master. Do you understand?”
“Eh? What about the other children?”
“Don’t worry, Wu Ying will take care of them.”
Wu Ying is one of the elders of the Huashan Sect.
Just as Mu Zhen Qin was a master of the light gong, Wu Ying Qin was a master of the sword.
“So you’re telling me that I’m not just a low-level disciple who just joined the Huashan Sect and learned the basic techniques and basic martial arts, nor am I a paid-up disciple of a powerful sect or family, but I’ve become an immediate disciple who can only become a master if my talent is recognized?”
At my words, Master Mu Jin nodded his head.
“Waaaaaah!”
I jumped up and shouted in joy.
My age, twelve years old. For a kid who had only been in the Huashan Sect for four months, I had almost gotten the best deal.
I had been exonerated of the grave crime of causing a fight between alumni, and had escaped the fate of a Bo Ping disciple who would have to learn only mediocre martial arts, and had become a direct disciple of the elders who would be selected with very low probability to teach martial arts directly.
What a joy!
Furthermore, as long as they do not commit grave sins or violate the Fourteen Commandments, they are entitled to many benefits that are different from those of the boping disciples and the inner family.