Heavenly Prodigy and the Sect's Hidden Archery Secrets
In the dimly lit grand hall of the Mudang Sect, the Sect Leader and elders were sipping tea in a relaxed atmosphere unlike their usual stern demeanor.
"Hmm..." Sensing the Sect Leader's mood, Elder Hyeonsuk, in charge of the medicine hall, spoke up. "Sect Leader Senior Brother, shall I fetch you some medicine? Heh heh heh."
The Sect Leader chuckled at Elder Hyeonsuk's playful remark and downed the remaining tea in his mouth.
"By the way, what do you make of it, Sect Leader Senior Brother?"
"...No different from a monster."
The Sect Leader recalled Myeongdo, Mudang's great disciple he'd crossed swords with earlier that day.
"A monster... If you're saying he forced you to unleash sword aura, then no late-generation talent in the current martial world can match Myeongdo. But what makes you go that far?"
"He's born with a divine body. Myeongdo is."
The Sect Leader showed his trembling hands to the elders. "Not only the viciousness of the Face Guard improved by Great Senior Brother, but his physical toughness evokes the Indestructible Diamond, and that world-shaking strength pouring out from who knows where makes him seem like the reincarnation of the Diamond King."
"Whoa..."
A wave of astonishment rippled through the elders at the Sect Leader's unfiltered assessment.
"It's surely some heavenly divine bone we don't know of, like the Heavenly Martial Body, Yin-Yang Body, or Diamond Divine Body. His martial prowess alone puts him at the peak realm where few can rival him, and with his overwhelming physical abilities in harmony, he seems capable of surviving even against a superb expert."
"Mudang's great fortune."
"Great Senior Brother's grace knows no bounds."
"Hmm..."
If Myeongdo, now a Mudang disciple, had the makings of the world's greatest, they'd welcome it with open arms. The mood grew even warmer.
"Elder Hyeon-gong, use Myeongdo's hand to carry on Great Senior Brother's legacy. I hear from Lone Hero that inexplicable incidents keep happening in the current martial world. It must be the Demonic Cult's schemes. We can't let the sect's disciples suffer as Great Senior Brother did."
"Yes, Senior Brother. I'll keep it in mind."
After briefly discussing Myeongdo's position and duties, Elder Hyeonsuk paused before speaking again.
"Sect Leader Senior Brother, as you said, Myeongdo's victory at this Dragon-Phoenix Gathering is a given. However, this junior brother believes it's also important to show an outstanding performance and spread Mudang's prestige far and wide. So, how about bestowing a Tae-cheong Pill upon Myeongdo..."
"Excellent idea! Sect Leader Senior Brother, I agree with Elder Hyeonsuk. Myeongdo's merits—not just granting us enlightenment, but recovering Great Senior Brother's remains—are beyond words. It might be worth considering positively."
The elders voiced their approval one after another. Recalling Myeongdo's contributions to Mudang, the Sect Leader nodded at Elder Hyeonsuk's suggestion.
"Your thoughts are a hundred times valid, even in this Sect Leader's mind. Elder Hyeonsuk, prepare one Tae-cheong Pill tomorrow immediately. And Elder Hyeonjong, procure some fitting gloves and a clean daoist robe for Myeongdo. A great disciple of Mudang can't go around bare-handed, can he?"
"As expected! We're in awe of Sect Leader Senior Brother's wisdom."
"He looked a bit lacking without practicing Mudang's sword arts, but nice gloves would make him look proper."
"No, Senior Brothers, don't just talk—put your money where your mouths are. Tch."
Elder Hyeonjong, in charge of Mudang's finances, grumbled, but the elders laughed heartily, ignoring him as if it were his usual temperament. Deep down, they were pleased with how he pretended to complain but always got the job done.
"The Murim Alliance Dragon-Phoenix Gathering is about three months away, so everyone keep track of the schedule. Word is the Namgung Family and Shaolin's late-generation talents are top favorites... It's time to show them Mudang's might."
""Yes, Sect Leader Senior Brother."""
Thinking of the approaching Dragon-Phoenix Gathering, the Sect Leader and elders burned with enthusiasm. Who among the current late-generation talents had surpassed the peak realm? Sipping tea and sharing stories, they reminisced about Great Senior Brother late into the night, losing track of time without noticing the dawn.
I opened my eyes to the bright morning sun, revealing the interior of a primitive ancient Chinese-style building. Getting up, I secretly grabbed my modern toiletries from reality and headed to the well. I'm a superior modern man, after all? After washing my face, brushing my teeth, and even applying skin lotion, I made my way to the grand training ground.
It had been nearly two months since I'd started living in this wuxia world. Of course, I'd occasionally return to reality for greasy food or snacks, and fed up with mountain life I couldn't adapt to, I'd even visited the apocalypse world.
'Who knew Myeonghwa had inherited the meridian lineage...'
I'd subtly investigated Myeonghwa, the sole female among the first-generation disciples, and confirmed she'd inherited the meridian. Without a second thought, I'd gone to fuck Ritka. In this world, wasn't I Gaocheong, Mudang's great disciple? The righteous sects are like that anyway. They must act like lofty white swans. Even if committing injustice, they can't get caught. But with superb experts and Fire Realm masters at the sect gates, how could I pull off the crime? Still, having played with Ritka thoroughly in the apocalypse world last night left my lower body lighter, stirring my spirits.
From Ritka's perspective, it must've been like a bolt from the blue. Right in the middle of intense sex and resting, only for me to pounce again, fully recharged.
'Fuck? So damn tempting.'
Adjusting my stretching cock, I headed to the grand training ground, where the first-generation disciples led the second-generation in martial arts practice.
Spotting me, perhaps? Myeonghwi, the Sect Leader's disciple among the first-generation, halted the training.
"Great Senior Brother. You've arrived."
I scanned the group. They looked just like weary old soldiers in their later years.
"Any issues?"
"No, sir. All disciples are fine."
"Good. After group training, each hone your signature techniques. With only a month left until the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering, as Mudang's face, the first-generation disciples must give their all without shame. If you're stuck, I'll be at the Scripture Pavilion—ask openly. Got it?"
"Yes! Great Senior Brother."
I'd been diligently motivating my underlings and personally instructing their martial arts. Naturally, my insights into advanced techniques sharpened from this, and their skills improved by leaps and bounds under my guidance.
I was Mudang's idol incarnate now.
'Damn, I'm pretty cool.'
As usual, I pointed out flaws for a few junior brothers before heading to the Scripture Pavilion. I'd been revising Mudang's martial arts with Elder Hyeon-gong for a while, and we were nearing the end, potentially freeing up my time. Not overhauling new ones, but rediscovering the original intent of forgotten arts, so it wrapped up quickly.
'Wonder if there's anything useful for Ritka.'
I needed to find decent archery techniques for the fairy on my bed too—today would be busy. Arriving at the Scripture Pavilion, Elder Hyeon-gong, who arrived right on time, greeted me.
"You're here, Myeongdo."
"Yes, Martial Uncle."
We met so often we'd grown casual, bantering as we entered. Our strolling figures resembled a neighborhood grandpa and his grandson. Truth be told, I couldn't fully corrupt the elders, so I'd pulled off some classic Korean social lubrication. Old folks get lonely and crave hanging with the young, right?
'They're just watching their faces...'
Anyway, being friendly to the elders while cracking down below had them eating out of my hand.
'Competent, hardworking, and polite—perfect.'
Elder Hyeon-gong chuckled at my every word like it was the funniest thing. Joking around, we entered, finding several manuals scattered on the pavilion's table.
"Thanks to you, Myeongdo, we've nearly completed all the revisions."
"Haha, it's all my doing? Master laid the foundation, and you compiled Mudang's arts."
"Is that so? Heh heh."
After exchanging compliments, we dove into the revisions as usual.
Deep in discussion on the true intent of the arts, we lost track of time. Deciding we'd done enough, Elder Hyeon-gong closed the manual.
"Let's call it here for today. I can finish the rest alone in my spare time. With the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering nearing, check on the disciples' progress, and you focus on your own cultivation."
I welcomed his call to wrap up with open arms.
"Yes. I was getting worried about the junior disciples' skills anyway."
He smiled at my quip.
"Don't push them too hard. Talent varies."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Pausing, I asked Elder Hyeon-gong— the mood relaxed and idle, perfect timing.
"Um... Martial Uncle, I have a question, if I may."
"Something up? What is it?"
"As I mentioned before, I was a hunter once, so I'd love to see archery-based martial arts, but I haven't spotted any here, so I've been curious."
In the original game, no archer class existed, but in this real world, there might be hidden lore.
"Right, you met Great Senior Brother while hunting. Hm... Martial arts using bows are obviously powerful. Such arts do exist."
"Really?"
"But the imperial family manages them, so we can't access them. Think of the destructive power from a superb expert's archery—it's only natural."
"Whoa... So no way at all?"
At my crestfallen look, Elder Hyeon-gong grinned slyly.
"Heh heh heh. But who are we? The great Mudang Sect. Follow me."
As expected of the righteous sects. The nuance of casually doing shady shit lifted my spirits. My faction secretly sucking honey is always right.