Volcanic Age - Chapter 8

Then, when I gave it some thought, I realized it was strange. “Master said that his body was weak since he was young and just let it slide.”

In the first instance, it seemed odd for a martial artist to have a frail body.

Your body and mind are also trained when you practice internal energy.

It was strange for a skilled martial artist to get minor diseases as regularly as the average person.

They didn’t hunger or neglect their hygiene, either. It was due to their inability to clean themselves.

You could not fail to remain healthy if you followed a schedule, had enough sleep, and inhaled the qi of nature.

Even if his frail physique was innate, it ought to have been fixed by now.

Of course, there was an exemption for those who were at the end of their lives or had previously endured serious internal damage.

But none of those categories applied to Yu Jong Mok.

So why?

It was an easy explanation.

“His constitution wasn’t the problem. He had a long-term chronic disease.”

He was unaware of the length of time that his master’s disease had lain dormant.

He was unaware of its nature and was unable to determine whether it was innate or learned.

After five years, this illness completely took away his life. It slowly ate away at his life.

Yu Jong Mok’s health had already gotten worse by the time Ju Seo Cheon learned that he had contracted a sickness.

“I still have trouble forgetting how helpless I was at the time.”

His master had passed out one day due to a severe fever.

He instantly dialed the medical staff, but they spoke in a very hopeless manner.

“We don’t know the specifics, but it appears that the disease was hidden for a while. These symptoms have never been observed previously.”

As a point of reference, Yu Jong Mok frequently used the help of the medical team because he had been afflicted with minor diseases since he was a young child.

He received routine medical exams, but none of his symptoms were discovered before his collapse.

After a few days, Yu Jong Mok passed away without being able to leave behind a will.

“I have to stop it!”

He started crying when he first met his master after traveling through time because of this.

For Ju Seo Cheon, Yu Jong Mok’s existence was particularly noteworthy.

He was resolved not to let Yu Jong Mok pass away once more.

protecting his master. The first thing he needed to do was that.

“The next significant event will occur when I turn 15 in around six years,”

Yu Jong Mok’s death was one year ago.

Something would occur that would cross a threshold in the history of the Murim center.

The Three-Eyed Immoral God’s Treasury!

Three hundred years ago, a great thief made his name known throughout the whole mainland.

When he took something, that criminal always left a note with a three-eyes diagram. He was known as the Three-Eyed Immoral God for this reason.

After his appearance, the Three-Eyed Immoral God was active for about a century, but no one could find anything other than his notes.

The authorities declared that the Three-Eyed Immoral God had been captured after another hundred years had passed and his activities had ceased.

No one, however, was able to accept that.

For nearly a century, the Three-Eyed Immoral God was persecuted by various Murim factions, including the government.

However, neither the Royal Palace nor the Righteous Faction, Death Sect, Demonic Sect, nor Blood Sect was able to trace the theft of the Three-Eyed Immoral God.

People believed that the Three-Eyed Immoral God died naturally and stashed his stolen goods away.

Following that, a great number of people made an effort to locate the treasury but were unsuccessful. Six years later, the fabled treasury is finally located and revealed to the world.

“I need to rob it first, I must go!”

People of various backgrounds flocked like bees to the treasures as soon as the future treasury was found.

Even if a period of war didn’t exist, bloody fights like a war transpired, and as a result, it turned into a catastrophe.

Finally, before they could recover the wealth, they touched the wrong mechanism, which caused the treasury to collapse and come to an end.

So he had to take action first.

“The issue is that after six years, I couldn’t even go out.”

He was an adult on the central plains, but even adults in the Mount Hua Sect were not allowed to be free.

Except in exceptional circumstances, you had to be at least twenty years old to leave the Mount Hua Sect with permission.

This was done to stop their younger disciples from meeting a ridiculous end after leaving for Kang Ho.

Because of this, they made extra careful arrangements to train them in martial arts until they were twenty years old before sending them to Kang Ho.

“What ought should I do?”

There were two more months.

And he was able to store enough internal energy during that period to last another year.

The internal energy of Ju Seo Cheon was now equivalent to 2.5 years.

“I sensed it too before getting back in time, but this.”

He repeatedly praised his Qi condensation speed after arriving home.

The Righteous Sect’s martial arts were commonly referred to as Righteous Arts.

The Righteous Arts were first and foremost secure. The likelihood of your internal energy becoming distorted was extremely minimal if you trained properly.

However, the rate of internal energy accumulation and the rate of training was extremely slow.

On the other side, the Demonic Arts training pace and all other parts were so quick that could as well have been a cheat.

All things, however, had drawbacks. The Demonic Arts, however, had numerous negative effects. It wasn’t called”demonic” for nothing.

For instance, they develop insane tendencies as a result of using demonic dyes, turn into cannibals, or develop unusually strong sex cravings.

The side effects were impossible to count because they were so numerous and diverse.

The Plum Blossom Life Arts, however, had the peculiarity that the condensation speed was the same as the Demonic Arts and was based on the Righteous Arts.

It wasn’t quite as quick as the Demonic Arts, but it was still a lot quicker than the Righteous Arts.

“Whew, today was also productive.”

At dusk, Ju Seo Cheon had completed his daily tasks and was on his way to his master’s home.

Before entering, Ju Seo Cheon paused in front of the door and brushed off his attire.

“Cough! Cough!”

Ju Seo Cheon stopped moving as his eyes widened.

The voice from outside the door was previously audible.

The coughing was coming from his master.

“Master…..!”

He would never be able to forget that voice.

The only individual he could consider family.

Even as he got older, the only person he trusted.

“Nine years, it is not time yet.”

Yu Jong Mok still had five years to live. But it was ‘just five years,’ not “five years.”

All diseases also needed to be identified early on so that precautions could be implemented.

If not, it might be too late to treat him, and he wouldn’t be able to.

In the worst-case scenario, he could have to take action straight away despite not even knowing what condition it was.

For the last two months, Ju Seo Cheon continuously worried while he diligently practiced martial arts.

“I can only request that the Divine Doctor treat him.”

Divine Doctor.

The present doctors have exceeded the skilled physicians as the limit of their medical arts. They were legends in the making.

In the time of war, the regions were full of masters and professionals, which were difficult to get by today.

One of those people was the Divine Doctor, who vanished and died during the battle.

“But how do I get in touch with the Divine Doctor?”

He couldn’t just phone The Divine Doctor whenever he wanted.

Most of all, it was quite difficult to win the hearts of Divine Doctors because they were extremely irritable and also known as Odd Doctors. Threats did not even deter them.

According to certain well-known legends, he disregarded the elders’ and the Murim Leaders’ wishes.

“I recall that when Divine Doctors became few, people went crazy for medical texts…”

The Divine Doctors, who represented the pinnacle of the medical profession, had amassed and memorized several medical texts.

There were so many of them that a myth circulated that the Divine Doctors owned all of the medical literature in the central plains.

That these were medical texts made him happy. The Divine Doctors would have been surrounded by winds of blood if they had been martial arts manuals.

In any event, if a medical book arose that not even Divine Doctors had seen, they would lose their minds.

Many individuals were looking for medical books to be treated by a Divine Doctor, which caused the price of the already expensive medical books to skyrocket when the Divine Doctor appeared.

“Should I propagate the word that the Mount Hua Sect’s library houses a medicinal book?”

It wasn’t a horrible approach, but it wasn’t sufficient.

A Divine Doctor was not going to act based just on a rumor.

He made an effort to come up with alternative techniques, but he was at a loss for words. The Three-Eyed Immoral God’s treasury was the idea he had given the most thought to throughout that period.

Six years later, even the least motivated Divine Doctors would act in response to the treasury’s existence.

Treatment was certain if it was a medical book that was stashed away in the treasure. Even better, he could request that they help his master.

However, because he was still a minor, his movements would be limited, making it impossible for him to leave interrogations whenever he wanted.

Although the treasure was quite far from Mount Hua Sect, the main issue was that his martial arts were insufficient.

In his current condition, he could easily lose his life while traveling to Kang Ho at the hands of a ronin or mountain bandit.

No, this circumstance was initially impossible since Hua Sect had taken monitoring measures with this in mind.

“How often have I considered how to get in touch with the Divine Doctor? Is there no alternative?”

Even if he considered all the things that would occur in the future as a result of the circumstance he was in, there was nothing he could do. He became enraged at his helplessness.

Ju Seo Cheon managed to control his fury and then furiously tried to come up with another strategy.

Is there anything comparable to a medicine created by the Divine Doctor?”

The Divine Doctor represented the pinnacle of the medical arts, which also encompassed pharmaceutical knowledge.

Additionally, the cost of such medications skyrocketed at an unbelievable rate. Because it was medication from a Divine Doctor, it was evident.

It was one of those things that, even if you had money, you couldn’t buy.

This was also not doable because he didn’t have much money.

“There’s no reason it has to be a medication created by a Divine Doctor,”

Ju Seo Cheon knocked his knees before rising.

“There it is! The miraculous drug!”

The miraculous medicine was a supplement for martial artists’ internal energy that contained the qi, or essence, of nature.

But since it was merely a ‘medicine’ to begin with and not a way to fortify yourself or become more resilient, its main function was for treating illnesses.

“Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner?”

Ju Seo Cheon hit his head and attributed it to his foolishness. He had a shortcut but was going the long way around.

“Let’s see, some miracle medicines have been developed,”

He rearranged the way he thought about the past.

They numbered three to four, and one of them was not far from Mount Hua.

“The Fruit of the Water Spirit Deity!”

About twenty years later, that would be learned.

In an era of war.

While fighting, some ronin sustained fatal wounds; they then fled, fell into the river, and were swept away by the swift torrents.

However, that ronin rode the torrents to a submerged cave that no one knew about and met an odd fate there.

Strangely enough, there was a tree growing inside the cave, and the fruit that grew from it was the Water Spirit Deity Fruit.

The ronin’s internal energy substantially expanded when he consumed the Water Spirit Deity Fruit, and as a result, he advanced to the level of a hundred-generation expert.

It was genuinely mysterious.

“I’m glad, it’s also rather close!”

The underwater cave was located a little to the north of Mount Hua, close to the community of Zuo Yin.

Mount Hua was positioned near a river that formed the Shnsè border, and Hanam was close by.

It was advantageous because if you rode a horse continuously, you could get there in less than a day.

The fact that the location afterward became so well-known that it became a popular tourist site suggested that this historical ronin was the talkative sort.

At one point, Mount Hua Sect searched all the neighboring rivers and caverns for any signs of the presence of other spirit deity fruits.

Ju Seo Cheon was aware of it in great detail as a result.

Even though it was evident, they found a few caverns following their investigation and failed to locate a single tree.

A third-rate ronin was transformed into a hundred-generation specialist by this miraculous drug, There are several options available.

Additionally, it is reported that Ronin had an enormous internal vitality in his hands after ingesting that miraculous drug.

He did not doubt that, with that much power, he would be able to use internal energy to suppress Yu Jong Mok’s illness and find a cure.

“Ha, the Three-Eyed Immoral God’s wealth has blinded me up till now. I need to think more broadly going forward.

Ju Seo Cheon thought about who he was.

I’ll have my chance to join the periodical assembly within a week, as Master promised.

It takes roughly three to five days to assemble the magazine. That was enough time. He had the chance now.