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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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‘Wh-What is this?!’
I woke up that morning and couldn’t believe my eyes.
While my dantian felt heavier than usual, presumably due to absorbing Fudo Myo-o’s energy, that was the least of my concerns.
My morning wood wouldn’t go down. It was throbbing, practically bursting through my pajamas.
Embarrassed, but needing to assess the situation, I stripped off my pajamas and stood naked before the mirror.
My body, already toned from martial arts training, looked even more defined. And…
I looked down. There it was, standing at attention, far more prominent than usual.
It had always been… respectable, but now it was thicker, harder. Stronger.
Honestly, was I happy or not? Of course, I was happy! But it was also… complicated!
Was this how Peter Parker felt after being bitten by a radioactive spider and becoming Spider-Man overnight? It was a strange mix of emotions.
With great power comes great responsibility. What kind of responsibility awaited me?
I thought about Spider-Man’s struggles, his trials and tribulations, a life so eventful it would bring a man to tears.
Was I supposed to start dancing in the streets, swinging my arms around and winking at women?
I closed my eyes and imagined the scene. It was so ridiculous, so amusing, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Hmm~ Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? As long as I enjoyed it, that’s all that mattered, right?
I loved the Spider-Man series. It was a cinematic masterpiece.
Watch over me from above, Spider-Man. I’ll be the Spider-Dancer of the martial world.
“Young Master~ Young Master~ Are you awake? Breakfast is ready.”
The soft, sweet voice of a young maidservant, calling from just outside my door, snapped me back to reality.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was stark naked. This was bad.
“I thought I heard something. Young Master, are you alright?”
“I-I’m fine! Don’t come in! You can’t come in!”
It was a desperate plea, for both their sakes, but my usual behavior had undermined my credibility.
“Are you playing pranks again? Honestly~ You’ll be scolded by the madam if you’re late. Come out now.”
Creak~
The door, our only protection, swung open, and our eyes met. The maidservant’s gaze slowly traveled downwards.
Creak…
The door closed silently. Her footsteps retreated.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes filled with shame and mortification. I looked down.
There it was, still standing at attention, defiant, as if trying to pierce the heavens.
‘I want to crawl into a hole and die.’
But I still had to eat, so I choked back tears.
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“Young Master! Young Master!”
I was taking a stroll in the courtyard after breakfast, letting my food settle before my martial arts training, when I saw Jang Sam running towards me.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“There’s a rumor going around among the maidservants… is it true that you limp because your dick is so big?!”
I raised my staff and brought it down on Jang Sam’s head.
“Ow?!”
“Of course not, you idiot!!”
Still fuming, I hit him again.
“Ow?!”
“Stop talking nonsense and go tell them to shut up!”
I had noticed the maidservants glancing at my leg, and had thought it strange, but I hadn’t realized the rumors had already spread.
I prayed it hadn’t reached Mother or Yeonhwa. He might be thick-skinned, but he wasn’t shameless.
The shame of having strangers hear such rumors was nothing compared to the mortification of having his family hear them.
Unable to bear the thought of remaining in the house, I limped towards the mountains, my staff tapping against the ground.
He needed to discuss his… condition with Muk-gang and learn how to control the Wisdom King’s energy that now resided within his dantian.
Jang Sam watched Mancheon limp away and sighed softly.
He didn’t understand why a cripple insisted on running around so much. Couldn’t he just stay home?
No, he didn’t really care if Mancheon ran around, but why did all the martial artists he met have to be of such high caliber?
The Eight-Foot Tall Monster, Jegal the Monstrous Dragon, and now Muk-gang, the Immovable Wisdom King.
Each and every one of them was capable of single-handedly wiping out an entire minor sect.
Being a bodyguard was a life-threatening occupation, but protecting someone like Mancheon was a special kind of hell.
He watched as Mancheon’s figure grew smaller in the distance. He sighed, then erased his presence and footsteps, following at a discreet distance, careful not to be seen.
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Muk-gang listened to his embarrassing tale, his expression as impassive as ever, and nodded.
“These changes are a sign that the energy of Fudo Myo-o is merging with your own internal energy. Think of it as… accelerated puberty.”
“But it’s rather inconvenient to be so… energetic in the mornings.”
“Normally, one would learn to control this energy through meditation, but you acquired it through unconventional means, so it is currently running rampant through your bloodstream. You must learn to control your mind and body through meditation.”
“Meditation isn’t exactly my forte.”
According to Muk-gang, the energy of Fudo Myo-o was pure yang energy, and absorbing it enhanced one’s physical abilities and provided protection against demons and diseases.
Furthermore, the Orthodox and Upright Internal Energy Cultivation Method he had learned from the Quanzhen Sect was a Daoist technique influenced by Buddhist practices, making it compatible with the energy of Fudo Myo-o, eliminating the risk of qi deviation.
He was relieved to hear there were no adverse effects. Now, all he had to do was focus on his martial arts training while Jang Sam dealt with the rumors.
“Normally, one would first master the Immovable Heart Method through meditation, achieving an unshakeable mind, before learning the Fudo Myo-o Steps. But since you’ve acquired the steps first, I will now instruct you in the Immovable Heart Method.”
“Um… does that mean more meditation?”
Muk-gang nodded without hesitation.
“Seated meditation is the foundation of Fudo Myo-o’s teachings. You will need to continue this practice on your own, so you must not neglect it.”
Mancheon’s eyes widened at Muk-gang’s words, which implied his imminent departure.
“But I haven’t mastered the Fudo Myo-o Steps yet. Can’t you stay and teach me a little longer?”
Muk-gang shook his head firmly.
“I will teach you the Immovable Heart Method and the second movement of the Fudo Myo-o Steps today, and then I will leave. I’ve lingered here for too long.”
He hadn’t even known there was a second movement to the Fudo Myo-o Steps. And he was expected to learn two techniques in a single day?
This guy thought he was some kind of sponge, absorbing everything he was taught.
If his master’s teaching style was akin to carefully preparing a meal, setting the table, and patiently instructing his disciple on how to use chopsticks and a spoon, Muk-gang’s style was more like throwing a chunk of meat and saying, Figure it out.
“What if I can’t master both techniques today?”
Muk-gang responded to his reasonable question in his usual, infuriatingly calm tone.
“Are you not Sima Mancheon, the genius who deceives even the heavens, whose name is inscribed upon the tablet of Fudo Myo-o? I expect you to be capable of such a simple task.”
He had discovered another common trait shared by his master and Muk-gang.
They only acknowledged his genius when it was convenient for them. They were wicked masters, toying with their disciples’ emotions.
He straightened his back, lifted his chin, and stood tall, running a hand through his hair. He envisioned his best self, his confidence surging.
“To challenge the genius of Sima Mancheon, who deceives even the heavens… you have guts, old man.”
He met Muk-gang’s impassive gaze with an equally impassive expression, his face a mask of calm confidence, as if such a challenge were nothing to him.
“Two, three, ten, it doesn’t matter. Teach me. I will master them all.”
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Meanwhile, in the kitchen of the Sima estate…
Yeonhwa, carefully preparing ingredients for a delicious lunch to deliver to her older brother, who was diligently training in the mountains, overheard a conversation.
“This morning… whisper whisper… Young Master… naked…”
“Oh my… he has… whisper whisper… three legs…”
She had unintentionally eavesdropped on the maidservants’ hushed gossip.
‘Huh…? Wait… what…?’
Her mind reeled at the vulgar, indecent conversation. She couldn’t help but listen.
She should be telling those maidservants to stop gossiping about her beloved older brother’s… manhood.
But her mind went blank, her face flushed crimson, her ears burning.
Her throat constricted, and she couldn’t speak.
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Ugh a log between leg?!🤣
