Editor: SummerStood
Ju Seo-Cheon had travelled back in time.
He had the mind of a 77 year old man, one who had faced many great hardships and passed a lot of hurdles inside the body of an eight year old.
And like most 8 year olds, he also did not have any freedom.
This was even more true for the disciples of the Volcanic Sect.
Every morning, he woke up and greeted his teacher. He then went to the training center for practicing with his fellow fourth generation disciples.
“Hah, hah….”
The training center was on the volcanic mountain of Nakan. It was really hard to reach the peak as it was located near the top of a volcano.
It was hard even for a healthy adult male who had not undergone training to reach the training center, let alone a child.
He felt like he could die out of exhaustion at any moment, it was torturous.
Reaching the training center was in and of itself a kind of training.
‘aaah, fuck..’
He screamed and cursed inwardly.
He thought it would be good to start over. But he forgot that starting over would also mean that he would lose everything that he had gained in his previous life.
If it were him from his previous life, he would have climbed the peak like a casual walk, but not anymore.
Tears started welling up in his eyes, he could also feel his lungs tearing themselves apart trying to take in air. The muscles of his soles and thighs were hurting like hell.
‘I forgot that the training of the Volcano sect was this excruciating!’ The memories of his previous life came back to him.
The Volcanic sect wasn’t one of the best sects for no reason, their training methods were one of the best and thus was also one of the strictest.
It did not matter whether you were young or old, the only way was to train until your body had reached its limit.
This way, if one ever reached their limit, they could then be allowed to rest and recover. Through this way, not only was one able to recover from tiredness, but they also were able to slowly break their body’s limits and sooner or later, even a child would be able to climb the Nakan peak.
Hence this path was also dubbed as the ‘Hell of Nakan’. After one passed this stage and reached the training center, they were divided according to one’s respective abilities.
In his case, he only had to arrive at the peak of the volcano and reach the training center.
At the training center, you could see the older disciples of the fourth generation practicing the sword. A little further, and one could see the smaller disciples engaging in duels and bouts.
“Good work. You can have breakfast over there, after that you have to go down again.” The instructor pointed to the dining table that was stacked with round balls (Byoekgokdan).
Ju Seo-Cheon bowed before the instructor with whatever was left of his power. He then went over to the table and threw the Byoekgokdan in his mouth.
Most of the disciples also did the same and they went forward to eat the Byoekgokdan, but as soon as they started chewing it, everyone’s faces contorted.
Although there were a lot of nutrients in the Byoekgokdan, its taste was so bland that no one liked it. However, Ju Seo-Cheon had eaten the same for most of his previous life again and again and was pretty used to eating it, thus he kept taking big bites out of the Byoekgokdan.
After taking a small break of 15 minutes, Ju Seo-Cheon went down the mountain again. The trip downhill was not as difficult as the trip to the top of the mountain.
“Master, I’m home”
“You must have suffered a lot today, didn’t you?” Yu Jeong-Mok smiled bitterly.
If you were a disciple of the Volcanic sect, you would surely know the pain that is known as the Hell of Nakan, and it was irrespective of whether one was a genius or someone normal.
“If I could I would give you some time to rest, but sadly I can’t” Yoo Jeong-Mok looked genuinely sorry.
The morning training (also part of the Hell of Nakan) was just the basic training for building up muscle strength and endurance. After that, every student went to their respective teachers to receive guidance.
“It’s okay master!”
Ju Seo-Cheon was moved by just how much his master cared about him as well as how considerate he was to him. Perhaps this was the reason the absence of parents never really affected him, his teacher was enough to fill both his mother’s and father’s role.
“Okay then, let’s go sit. you are not yet familiar with Mae-Hwa Ki Gong, I will tell you about it”
Yoo Jeong-Mok went to his seat and sat down, his back facing Ju Seo-Cheon as if he wanted Ju Seo-Cheon to come to sit in front of him.
“Well, first of all, I’m going to…..
Yoo Jeong-Mok started telling Ju Seo-Cheon about the meaning of Plum Blossom Qi Art.
Mae-Hwa Ki Gong consists of a total of 12 stages, and until one achieves stage 5 of the art, there is a danger for it to go out of control, and thus, the speed of it till then is quite slow.
For reference, every Volcanic Sect disciple practiced the first stage of Plum Blossom Qi Art upon entering the sect.
This was the simple and basic art which helped them build a dantian and eventually a Qi circuit through which they could strengthen their veins.
However, just as it is a basic stage, the speed at which the Qi accumulates is quite slow and the capacity is also reduced.
This stage of the form itself is not too bad, and is also quite easy to master, but the only drawback is that it takes a long time to advance.
“But, in the first place, it’s a method that helps you strengthen the basics, and as such, even though it will only be polishing the basics, you can still learn other stuff, so there’s nothing for you to be worried about.”
“Even though this art belongs to the basic martial arts category not only is it the best in the Volcano sect, it could also be said to be one of the best in the Martial world.
‘No.’
“Yes!”
Editor: SummerStood
Ju Seo-Cheon had travelled back in time.
He had the mind of a 77 year old man, one who had faced many great hardships and passed a lot of hurdles inside the body of an eight year old.
And like most 8 year olds, he also did not have any freedom.
This was even more true for the disciples of the Volcanic Sect.
Every morning, he woke up and greeted his teacher. He then went to the training center for practicing with his fellow fourth generation disciples.
“Hah, hah….”
The training center was on the volcanic mountain of Nakan. It was really hard to reach the peak as it was located near the top of a volcano.
It was hard even for a healthy adult male who had not undergone training to reach the training center, let alone a child.
He felt like he could die out of exhaustion at any moment, it was torturous.
Reaching the training center was in and of itself a kind of training.
‘aaah, fuck..’
He screamed and cursed inwardly.
He thought it would be good to start over. But he forgot that starting over would also mean that he would lose everything that he had gained in his previous life.
If it were him from his previous life, he would have climbed the peak like a casual walk, but not anymore.
Tears started welling up in his eyes, he could also feel his lungs tearing themselves apart trying to take in air. The muscles of his soles and thighs were hurting like hell.
‘I forgot that the training of the Volcano sect was this excruciating!’ The memories of his previous life came back to him.
The Volcanic sect wasn’t one of the best sects for no reason, their training methods were one of the best and thus was also one of the strictest.
It did not matter whether you were young or old, the only way was to train until your body had reached its limit.
This way, if one ever reached their limit, they could then be allowed to rest and recover. Through this way, not only was one able to recover from tiredness, but they also were able to slowly break their body’s limits and sooner or later, even a child would be able to climb the Nakan peak.
Hence this path was also dubbed as the ‘Hell of Nakan’. After one passed this stage and reached the training center, they were divided according to one’s respective abilities.
In his case, he only had to arrive at the peak of the volcano and reach the training center.
At the training center, you could see the older disciples of the fourth generation practicing the sword. A little further, and one could see the smaller disciples engaging in duels and bouts.
“Good work. You can have breakfast over there, after that you have to go down again.” The instructor pointed to the dining table that was stacked with round balls (Byoekgokdan).
Ju Seo-Cheon bowed before the instructor with whatever was left of his power. He then went over to the table and threw the Byoekgokdan in his mouth.
Most of the disciples also did the same and they went forward to eat the Byoekgokdan, but as soon as they started chewing it, everyone’s faces contorted.
Although there were a lot of nutrients in the Byoekgokdan, its taste was so bland that no one liked it. However, Ju Seo-Cheon had eaten the same for most of his previous life again and again and was pretty used to eating it, thus he kept taking big bites out of the Byoekgokdan.
After taking a small break of 15 minutes, Ju Seo-Cheon went down the mountain again. The trip downhill was not as difficult as the trip to the top of the mountain.
“Master, I’m home”
“You must have suffered a lot today, didn’t you?” Yu Jeong-Mok smiled bitterly.
If you were a disciple of the Volcanic sect, you would surely know the pain that is known as the Hell of Nakan, and it was irrespective of whether one was a genius or someone normal.
“If I could I would give you some time to rest, but sadly I can’t” Yoo Jeong-Mok looked genuinely sorry.
The morning training (also part of the Hell of Nakan) was just the basic training for building up muscle strength and endurance. After that, every student went to their respective teachers to receive guidance.
“It’s okay master!”
Ju Seo-Cheon was moved by just how much his master cared about him as well as how considerate he was to him. Perhaps this was the reason the absence of parents never really affected him, his teacher was enough to fill both his mother’s and father’s role.
“Okay then, let’s go sit. you are not yet familiar with Mae-Hwa Ki Gong, I will tell you about it”
Yoo Jeong-Mok went to his seat and sat down, his back facing Ju Seo-Cheon as if he wanted Ju Seo-Cheon to come to sit in front of him.
“Well, first of all, I’m going to…..
Yoo Jeong-Mok started telling Ju Seo-Cheon about the meaning of Plum Blossom Qi Art.
Mae-Hwa Ki Gong consists of a total of 12 stages, and until one achieves stage 5 of the art, there is a danger for it to go out of control, and thus, the speed of it till then is quite slow.
For reference, every Volcanic Sect disciple practiced the first stage of Plum Blossom Qi Art upon entering the sect.
This was the simple and basic art which helped them build a dantian and eventually a Qi circuit through which they could strengthen their veins.
However, just as it is a basic stage, the speed at which the Qi accumulates is quite slow and the capacity is also reduced.
This stage of the form itself is not too bad, and is also quite easy to master, but the only drawback is that it takes a long time to advance.
“But, in the first place, it’s a method that helps you strengthen the basics, and as such, even though it will only be polishing the basics, you can still learn other stuff, so there’s nothing for you to be worried about.”
“Even though this art belongs to the basic martial arts category not only is it the best in the Volcano sect, it could also be said to be one of the best in the Martial world.
‘No.’
“Yes!”
