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nByeok Tae-san stepped forward at a leisurely pace.

nHe first met with Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam. They were planting trees in the garden.

n“Confucius, have you come?” The three of them stopped what they were doing and all at once bowed at a right angle to greet him.

n“You seem to have worked really hard on your Muryangbo training.” The three of them were startled by Byeok Tae-san’s words, but soon came to their senses and quickly bowed once more.

n“Yes. It’s a bit painful, but after I’ve done it, I can definitely feel my body getting better, so I’m doing it consistently.”

nOf course, they were in a situation where they had no choice but to do it. If they didn’t, it would be really difficult if one were to openly rebel against Byeok Tae-san.

n“Then learn this in the future.” Saying that, Byeok Tae-san hurriedly threw a thin booklet their way.

nThe black-eyed one hastily caught it. The title was written in black ink on the white cover.

nHowever, the one who caught it could not read. He glanced at the book and Tae-san alternately, so Tae-san clucked his tongue and spoke once more.

n“You haven’t even learned to write yet, so what exactly have you done? None of the people working in my fortifications did not know how to read.”

nHeukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam scratched the back of their heads in embarrassment.

n“There is a cow over there. Go and ask him to read it.” Byeok Tae-san left those words and walked away.

nHeukil looked at the booklet, Tae-san, and Soso that had just come out of the hall. Soon, he ran towards her.

n“Soso, can you read?”

nAt the question of Black Il, Soso put her hand on her waist with a triumphant expression and raised her chin slightly.

n“Of course. How many books have I read?” Heukil gently held out the booklet.

n“Then… Can you read this to me?”

n“Making iron? That’s how it is written.”

nHeukil swallowed. “Well, then you mean this is a private book?”

n“Do you think so? May I read the contents?”

nSoso opened the book, read each letter one by one, and explained the meaning well. Her explanations were surprisingly detailed and easy to understand.

nAlthough Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam were not very good at mental operations, Gugyeol was engraved in their hands.

n“Did Confucius give you this?”

nHeukil nodded at Soso’s question. “He told me to work hard.”

nThinking about it, they felt very grateful, but somehow it was a bit strange. “Come to think of it, Confucius seems to be in a very good mood today…”

n“Okay? I’ll go see you later. Our Confucius often falls when he’s next to me when he’s in a good mood.”

n“Huh?”

n“It was like that in the past. If you are nearby on a good day, they take care of hermits and other things.”

n“Yes?” Heukil listened to Soso’s words and looked down at the ironsmith’s secret treasure that was in her hand.

n“By the way… In order to learn this, you need a real Mukcheol, where can you get it?”

n“Hey, what are you worried about? We’re at the golden house. You can get any amount of Mukcheol. Of course, it’s not me, but someone with some status should come forward and give it…”

n“Are you talking about someone like our Confucius, for example?”

n“Yes?” Soso said that and laughed bashfully. However then, there was a bit of a commotion over the fence surrounding the garden.

n“What happened?” Soso approached and asked a question, and the man in charge of the workers answered.

n“I brought this by Confucius’ order, where can I put it?” The man asked Soso very carefully because Soso’s appearance and demeanor were both quite unusual. Soso checked what the workers behind her man were carrying.

n“Uh? Is it Mukhcheol?” Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam were startled and rushed to check the Mukcheol.

n“Hey, leave it here.” Heukil took the initiative and made him pile up the Mukcheol on one side of the garden. No, it was spread on the floor so that people could lie down.

nFrom now on, whenever they had free time, they would lie down here and practice the Mukcheol craft.

nHeukil then shouted his thanks to Byeok Tae-san dozens of times inside.

n* * *

nByeok Tae-san said that he had to go to the governor and bring him a Mukcheol. There was quite a bit of it that was kept in the golden closet, so the governor took care of it.

n“Confucius, your face is bright today, so it’s good to see you. Do you have anything good to do?”

n“Good things? Well, it’s always good for me. Wouldn’t it be nice to move around like this?”

n“Oh my gosh, Confucius. What are you talking about? You will get well soon, as God and suffering are together.”

nByeok Tae-san laughed at that. He had no intention of telling anyone that he was completely healed. Anyway, it felt great.

n‘The general has worked hard all this time, so I should take care of things this time…’

nByeok Tae-san thought like that and then suddenly tilted his head.

n‘What else is this?’

nWhen he had been with thousands of people, it was impossible for him to take care of anyone. His subordinates took care of things while he acted like the devil.

nHowever, before he left the office, he made a secret service because he wanted to take care of Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam. The weapon they gave them was the Mukcheol Magician.

nAlthough, of course, he wrote the title “Muk Ironsmith.” Mukcheoll was needed to learn martial arts, but once you mastered it, your body would become as hard as Mukcheol, so it would not be damaged by the sword, and it was an excellent martial art that could demonstrate tremendous muscle strength.

nAnyway, they had taken care of Mukcheol, so the rest was now up to them to do.

nAnd now, it was Tae-san’s turn to take care of the old general in front of him.

n“Come to think of it, the commander-in-chief is also very weak. Didn’t the god Cheon Chushinui or Ilchimkai give you medicines?”

n“Hey, I’m taking care of myself and eating well. Jangju also took good care of medicines that are good for the body, so it’s not like this even now.”

nAt this, Byeok Tae-san frowned. “What do you do when you’re just looking outward? Is your stomach very cheesy? Wait,” Byeok Tae-san took the paper-pencil that was placed on a nearby desk and scribbled something down.

nThe three-part secret was created in an instant. “

nI cook this as soon as I wake up in the morning and before I go to bed.”

nThe commander-in-chief looked at him with a puzzled expression. “This… What is it?”

n“It’s a suction.” The commander-in-chief put on a puzzled expression. The name was kind of awkward. It didn’t seem right.

n“It’s nothing. It is a deep method that absorbs the spirits around it, and it is quite effective for energy recovery and stamina.”

n“Where did you get this?”

n“I just happened to find out.”

n“Actually, Confucius originally knew a lot.”

nThe Chancellor was a person who directly observed the brilliant genius of Byeok Tae-san when he was young. Because of this, he was more than likely to believe what Tae-san had to say.

n“Then I’ll do this later…”

nTae-san shook his head. Then, he pointed his finger at the sanctuary. “Memorize it now.”

nA cold sweat formed on the governor’s forehead. Byeok Tae-san watched silently until the governor memorized the gugyeol. The general was compelled to read the old rules.

nStill, he had a pretty good head, but it wasn’t long, so he was able to memorize it quickly.

n“Do it now.”

n“Yes?”

n“It’s good to learn it properly when I watch it. Don’t regret it later. Have you already memorized the gugyeol?”

nThe Commander-in-Chief had a very terrifying thought for a moment. Could it be that just memorizing this would do something to him?

nWhat if side effects were to occur?

n“Let’s do it.”

nIn the end, the Commander-in-Chief perfectly mastered the technique of sucking irrespective of his will.

nAt this, Byeok Tae-san was satisfied and left the general’s room. The general was blankly looking at Tae-san going out. The words he had said before he left echoed over and over like thunder in his head.

n‘As soon as you wake up in the morning and before going to bed at night. If you skip even a single day, the intake and purification may run rampant and your body may explode, so be careful.’

nThe general was this close to crying, and he checked over and over again whether he had memorized the intake and purification properly.

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nThe next place Byeok Tae-san headed to was a large dance hall. There were a lot of people practicing Muryangbo right now.

nAs soon as Byeok Tae-san arrived, he confirmed with Cheon Kyung-wan and Yoo Seo-yeon. Again, the body was standing properly. There was no need to practice Muryangbo anymore. When Cheon Kyung-wan and Yoo Seo-yeon felt a tingling sensation in several places, they reflexively looked at the entrance to the gymnasium.

nSure enough, Byeok Tae-san was standing there. His body relaxed, and the pain disappeared like a lie. The two quickly ran to him and bowed their heads.

n“Confucius, are you here?”

nAt this, Tae-san nodded and said, “Muryangbo does not need to be trained anymore. The body is standing upright.”

nAt this, surprise and joy spread across their faces. “Thank you! Thank you, Confucius!”

n“You should be thankful. Who would be able to practice Muryangbo with such care? Without me, it would be impossible.”

nThe two of them paused for a moment at Byeok Tae-san’s words, but they succeeded in keeping their mouths shut and expressing gratitude. Byeok Tae-san took two booklets from his pocket and hurriedly threw them at them.

nThey overlapped and flew, then split into two branches in the middle and headed to Cheon Kyung-wan and Yoo Seo-yeon, respectively. The two carefully received the booklet that had arrived.

nThey were of different ranks, and the one that Cheon Kyung-wan received was the Jinroe sword, and the one that Yu Seo-yeon received was the Yeonpa sword.

nTheir gazes alternated between the faces of Bi-geup and Byeok Tae-san.

n“Learn it from today. If there’s something you don’t know, just ask.”

nAt Byeok Tae-san’s words, the two just stared blankly. Their feelings were all complicated, with all kinds of emotions such as gratitude, anticipation, and warmth mixed together.

n“I use my gym in the backyard because it disturbs other people.”

nAfter leaving these words, Byeok Tae-san went a little further and looked carefully at the other people in the gymnasium one by one. Then, he nodded his head a few times and walked out.

nCheon Kyung-wan and Yoo Seo-yeon still couldn’t come to their senses and looked blankly at the entrance to the theater where Byeok Tae-san had disappeared.

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nByeok Tae-san’s next destination was, of course, the place where Cheon Chushinui and Ilchimkai were located. The two of them were working hard to make Geumchang Yak and Internal Medicine, but the process was so complicated that they had to give their all on it.

nAt this, Byeok Tae-san stood still and watched the process of making the medicine until the two lawmakers lost their concentration. One step in the process that flowed like water was completed.

nCheon Chushinui and Ilchimkai discovered Byeok Tae-san at the same time, their eyes widening.

n“Uh? Confucius?”

n“What are you doing?”

n“No, have you been waiting longer than that?”

n“I’m not calling you out.”

nAt their panicked state, Byeok Tae-san laughed. “No, no. You’re doing quite well.”

nAfter saying that, Byeok Tae-san handed over a booklet to each of them.

nCheon Chushinui’s eyes widened as if torn apart.

n“The Ghost Magician!” Cheon Chushinui’s hands shook.

nIt was natural for him to be surprised. This was because the Ghost Magician was the mastermind of the Shihyeol-Magong, who could be said to be the master of the Cheonchu God.

nOf course, none of them had inherited the ghost magic skills from Shihyeol. However, the demon magician had come into his own hands. Cheon Chushinui blankly raised his head and looked at Byeok Tae-san.

n“Oh, Confucius. Can I really take this?”

n“If you don’t like it, give it back.”

nCheon Chushinui quickly put the booklet in his bosom. Then he turned his head and looked at the one-shot monster next to him.

n“What did my brother get?”

nIlchimkai’s expression looked unusual. “The Golden Duke.”

nAt this, Cheon Chushinui was startled and looked at the booklet held by Ilchimkai. Hwang Dan-gong was a martial art that demons had learned. It was also a useful martial art to greatly expand the danjeon, and it was a martial art that was easy to use by grafting it to medicine.

nIf the single acupuncture monster were to learn this golden ball, he would have greater acupuncture than he did now. Of course, the skill of his martial arts would also become stronger.

nIlchimkai didn’t even know that Hwang Dan-gong was a demonic martial art. However, just a quick glance at it could tell you just how much it would be of great help to you.

nIn short, this was a huge gig. Cheon Chushinui and Ilchimkai stared blankly at Tae-san. The man in question turned around and walked somewhere.

nIlchimkai waited until he couldn’t see Tae-san anymore before asking. “Our Confucius, just what is your identity?”

n“If you knew that, would you be like this?”

nAt one point, the monster turned his head and looked at Cheon Chushinui.

n“You don’t know? Did you say that to me without knowing it?”

nIlchimkai was quite surprised to hear that from Cheon Chushinui himself.

n“Say it, we don’t know anything. But one thing is for sure…”

n“What’s that?”

nCheon Chushinui turned his head to look at Ilchimkai.

n“The cord we caught is the thickest and strongest.”

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