Kunlun's Martial Arts Are Vast and Profound
A grand assembly had gathered, bringing together the Un generation, Heo generation, and Jeong generation disciples.
The topic? How to get even stronger.
Jeong Gwang, the presenter, laid out his theory before the sect elders.
“Work hard.”
“Do it right.”
“And get lucky.”
Could it really be that simple?
Of course, his audience was baffled.
Un Hu stepped forward as the representative.
He trusted Jeong Gwang without question, but even he had his limits.
“Is that truly all there is to it?”
“Yes.”
“……I see.”
Classic Un Hu.
Doubt flickered in his eyes, but he wanted to believe in his precious grand-disciple.
Most others, however, weren't convinced.
“I can't believe it.”
It was Heo Jik, the one who'd thrown a fit over the "flashy" Cloud Chasing Fist issue before.
A fleeting thought crossed Jeong Gwang's mind—Still sore about that?—but Heo Jik wasn't that petty.
“Isn't that too generic?”
“Truth is simple, isn't it?”
“……Well, yes, but you can't just sum it up like that.”
Most nodded in agreement.
Work hard, do it well, and get lucky? Anyone could say that.
Heo Cheong, playing the proud master, backed his disciple.
“Come now, junior brother. Not a word of it is wrong—what's the problem?”
“Hah. Not wrong?”
“Didn't you hear? Truth is simple.”
“No, that's not what I—.”
Heo Cheong kept at it.
His disciple was a genius among geniuses—how dare you doubt him? That was the gist.
Fuming, Heo Jik turned to the Un generation disciples for support.
Rebuke this nonsense! Help me out here!
But the Un generation had benefited from Jeong Gwang—how could they complain? Especially with Un Hu and the sect leader giving silent warnings.
Heo Jik's eyes sharpened.
“One question, if I may?”
No one from the Un generation invited it, but he pressed on.
“You've all suddenly gotten so fit. Did you have a collective enlightenment? Or some stroke of good fortune?”
The elders gazed at distant mountains or chuckled awkwardly.
Anyone with a brain could figure it out.
It screamed Jeong Gwang.
Heo Jik shook his head in defeat.
Then, with a sigh-tinged voice, he told Heo Cheong, “Fine, senior brother. Let's say you're right.”
“Hey! What do you mean 'say'? It is right!”
“……!”
Heo Jik finally snapped.
“I'm confident in working hard! But what exactly do 'doing it right' and 'getting lucky' mean?”
“Obviously the good kind!”
It was an endless loop.
Jeong Gwang, bored of watching, spoke up to Heo Jik.
“Uncle Heo. Working hard is the hardest part.”
“……What?”
Heo Jik had the wrong idea.
What could he do?
The kid was young and low in seniority—Jeong Gwang had to set him straight.
“Doing it right? Just follow what I teach, and you're set.”
The room fell silent.
“……And good luck?”
“Kunlun's already lucky.”
Everyone thought, No way.
“……Why?”
Jeong Gwang pointed at himself matter-of-factly.
“Because I've got you covered.”
To sum it up: Kunlun lucked out with Jeong Gwang here. Follow his lead to do it right. All they had to do was bust their asses.
Mouths gaped, but Jeong Gwang was dead serious.
“I believe you'll work hard, even if it's tough.”
The entire Un, Heo, and Jeong generations assembled at the grand training ground—even the sect leader.
They were baffled, but expectations ran high.
Looking back at what Jeong Gwang had achieved, how could they not?
Some even saw him as the founder reborn.
He says that, but it'll be different in practice.
How amazing will it be?
Cool, powerful Kunlun martial arts!
Starting right now!
Seeing their focus, Jeong Gwang declared solemnly.
“Train in what suits your aptitude and talent.”
Deflated.
The Taoists exchanged uneasy glances and murmured.
“Too ordinary.”
“We all know about choosing and focusing.”
“Sigh. This is a bit……”
Jeong Gwang ignored them and divided the group. He'd observed them long enough—no hesitation.
But the Taoists protested fiercely, especially those not assigned to swordsmanship.
“I've devoted myself to the sword all these years—why spears now?”
“Uncle, spears suit you.”
“I don't doubt your judgment, but as a core disciple, sword arts are natural.”
“Ignoring spears? You'll be cooler and stronger with them.”
Jeong Gwang didn't budge an inch.
Truth be told, he pitied them a little.
They hadn't even tasted being the world's best, yet they talked big.
What could he do? Time to guide them right.
To the persistent holdouts, he said kindly.
“Fine, Uncle. Stick to your way. Don't blame me later.”
“……”
What an uncomfortable vibe.
A genius among geniuses telling him not to blame him later.
The Taoists quietly followed his lead.
“Alright! Focus! Theory later—practice first!”
Jeong Gwang darted about busily.
Swords here, fists there—he never stopped demonstrating.
“You did it like this before, but here—like this!”
Shuru-ru-ruk—
The precise thrust twisted like a storm-cleaving dragon.
“Ooooh!”
Cool Kunlun.
“Not like that! Like this!”
Wuuuung—Bam!
A plain straight punch wrapped in qi clouds, striking the air spectacularly!
“Woooah!”
Powerful Kunlun.
“Got it?”
“Yes!”
Cheers erupted at every move.
Cool, powerful Kunlun arts.
Who could deny it?
Lingering doubts faded.
Some sparred with old vs. new techniques, gasping in shock.
“Unbelievable! Just a slight waist twist, and this power! This flair!”
“Whoa! Totally different! Facing it, it's like heaven and earth!”
Their gazes toward Jeong Gwang brimmed with awe.
Thus, the Un and Heo generations were already in a frenzy of enthusiasm!
The Jeong generation dove in eagerly too.
“Junior brother. How do you interpret 'Exit the Mysterious, Enter the Feminine; If Lost, If Present; Endlessly Unbroken, Stem Firm, Roots Deep'?”
Even same-generation Jeong disciples struggled most with internal arts.
Take this line.
Qi entering and exiting the dantian should be faint, almost absent, yet unbroken, fine and steady—then the stem hardens, roots deepen?
If he ever met the founder in the afterlife, Jeong Gwang had words for him.
Hey, old man. There's a limit to sounding profound.
Chasing clouds like that? What did the kids ever do to you?
Sure enough, his senior brother Jeong U vented frustration.
“Master explained it a dozen times, but it doesn't click. Stuck on this for days now.”
Jeong Gwang replied.
“Means if you keep it weak and steady during qi circulation, it'll become natural.”
“……For real?”
“Yes.”
“……That's it?”
“What did you think it meant, senior?”
“……Jing merges with shen, shen with qi, qi with the body……”
“Stop. I get it—no need to go on. Short version: that's the gist. Don't overthink.”
“Junior brother! Thanks!”
“No problem.”
One more solved.
But voices calling for Jeong Gwang echoed everywhere.
He stayed busy.
The sect leader watched until sunset, pitying him.
“Sigh. You should focus on one thing, yet here we are, stealing your time across so many arts. Sorry.”
Jeong Gwang blinked, baffled.
What nonsense was this?
“Doesn't bother me.”
“……Why not?”
“My aptitude lets me. Gotta master them all.”
“……Isn't specializing better?”
“Nah. Knowing more is always better—you say that 'cause you can't. Self-consolation.”
“……”
Misreading the sect leader's stunned look, Jeong Gwang explained kindly.
“Say a swordsman fights long, sword breaks. Fists suck? Dead meat.”
Not a joke—many Nine Great Sects disciples, especially Taoists, fit the bill.
Sword-only left them vulnerable to breaks or disarms.
“So, more arts, the better. At least learn basic fists and grabs.”
“But our aptitude……”
“Doesn't matter. Half-baked is better than nothing.”
Jeong Gwang paused mid-sentence.
He'd skipped some.
“Internal arts and footwork are basics, obviously. Lightness skill—drill that hard.”
“……Why lightness especially?”
“If it looks bad, run.”
“……!”
Run? Tell Kunlun disciples to flee if outmatched?
Absurd!
Seeing the sect leader flush, Jeong Gwang rephrased.
“Think of it as striking blind spots with lightness.”
Much better phrasing.
Though the "blind spot" was often "fleeing too far."
The sect leader shook his head and spoke.
“It's getting dark. Let's call it.”
“Already?”
“……?”
“You promised to work hard.”
“Still, you need light to see.”
A sect leader spouting such lame excuses.
Jeong Gwang nearly scolded sternly, then remembered his current age.
“Warriors fight only by day? Train in gaps.”
“Inefficient, though. Injury risk too.”
“Heavenly Demon Divine Cult—no, the demon cult. Kunlun always clashed with them on the front lines, right?”
“Yes.”
“Did they attack only by day?”
“……No.”
No counterargument.
For hours after, the Taoists flailed madly.
Only total darkness brought relieved sighs.
“Whew. Finally over.”
“Heh. Haven't trained this intensely in ages.”
“Tiring, but rewarding. Haha.”
Exhausted but proud.
Effort never betrays.
Kunlun was changing.
They were proud to be part.
Until Jeong Gwang's voice rang out.
“What're you doing? Light a fire and keep going.”
“……”
Their faces fell.
Only Un Hu, dantian ruined and sitting out, watched moved.
Boundless Buddha. The Primeval Lord is blessing Kunlun.
Jeong Gwang prodded them relentlessly—no slacking.
He grew too, teaching.
The founder was capable; Kunlun arts were numerous and complex.
For unknowns, he read manuals, watched elder demos.
Hmm. Better not overhaul this one much.
He even drew inspiration from weaker Jeong seniors.
What's this? Hidden talent?
Individuals lacking, but group strength?
A smile tugged his lips.
Guess that's why the Nine Great Sects endure.
Fun days followed.
But he wouldn't drag this forever.
Train hard, end quick.
His surging internal energy needed balance—roughly……
Nah.
Jeong Gwang shook his head.
Might as well overhaul all Kunlun arts till they grasped basics.
He glanced at the founder's portrait.
It seemed to say:
Heh heh. Kunlun arts are vast and profound—even your lifetime won't suffice……
“Five years should do it.”
……
“Plenty of time. Let's go!”
Jeong Gwang stood, stretching long.
Opening his door, rain poured.
From across, big brother Jeong U peeked, then dashed over.
“Hey, junior.”
“Yeah?”
“It's raining.”
“Yup.”
At Jeong Gwang's calm reply, Jeong U emphasized word by word.
“A lot.”
Sure enough, he'd soaked through in seconds.
Jeong Gwang smiled.
“Refreshing—everyone'll love it.”
“……No, that's not……”
“Come on! Let's go!”
“J-Junior……”
Light steps out the door.
Time to grind the Taoists again.
After a downpour, thick mists cloaked Kunlun Mountain.
Below, a young man scowled up at it.
Not to my liking.
The middle-aged man ahead turned, urging with eyes.
The youth sighed faintly and began the ascent.