[ Title: A Look at 4 Newly Added Broken Traits.txt ]
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Traits are randomly assigned when creating a character.
Of course, the performance of each trait varies greatly, and here are developer comments on the four recently added overpowered traits.
Note: No corrections for mistranslations or liberal interpretations will be accepted.
1. Cheongung Vital Energy Body
ㄴ The ultimate anti-poison trait in the martial world
ㄴ Nullifies all poisons and evil energies
ㄴ Requires piercing through about 108 major acupoints using the secret manual Cheongung Vital Energy Scripture from the Cheongung Sect, followed by 49 days of training on a Cheongung energy vein. Success rate is extremely low.
ㄴ 1% chance upon character creation
2. Body of Spirit Communion
ㄴ A physique that transcends human limits to commune directly with the qi of nature
ㄴ Can borrow and wield the energy of all things in the world as if it were one’s own
ㄴ Said to be the state of unity between Heaven and Man, achieved by Gong Seoncheon, founder of the Wudang Sect, after wandering sacred mountains and rivers for 108 years. The method to form this physique is a secret even within Wudang, and no successful cases have been recorded for centuries.
ㄴ 0.5% chance upon character creation
3. Divine Reversal Meridian
ㄴ A unique physique where all meridians are arranged in reverse
ㄴ Immune to pressure point strikes and meridian attacks
ㄴ Qi circulation efficiency +100%
ㄴA secret meridian restructuring technique developed by the Grand Elder of the Huashan Sect after a lifetime of study. Has an extremely low success rate, and failure results in total meridian rupture and death.
ㄴ 0.8% chance upon character creation
4. Vajra Indestructibility
ㄴ A body with immense resistance to external impact
ㄴ Possesses the True Vajra Body that is nearly impossible to wound with ordinary blades
ㄴ Requires mastering the ultimate level of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Technique passed down at the Dhyana Hall of the Shaolin Temple
ㄴ 2% chance upon character creation
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As the sun began to set in the west, a ragged-looking boy and a woman in martial attire entered the village.
They were Cheongun and Namgung Yul, who had set out to collect the promised payment.
“Master Cheong! Wait for me!”
Cheongun clicked his tongue and slowed his pace.
To think she was already staggering just from a simple mountain hike.
How could someone who claimed to be a martial artist be this physically weak?
“Tsk tsk.”
Patience.
The one who pays is, after all, the client.
So what if she’s a bit frail?
Her backing is none other than the prestigious Namgung family.
Not to mention, she’s the generous sponsor who would soon hand over a whole gold ingot.
No amount of kindness toward her could be considered wasted.
“Master Cheong, that mountain over there is Mount Seoncheon.”
“Why? Got business over that way?”
Cheongung.
It got its name from the evergreen forests that surround it like a fortress throughout the year.
It was also the base of the Seoncheon Sect, one of the traditional Nine Great Sects.
So what?
In the game, its significance was barely more than a speck of dust…
“That’s where the local branch of the Justice Alliance I mentioned is located.”
Never mind.
If a gold ingot is waiting there, then that’s a different story.
About thirty minutes later…
Namgung Yul spotted a shabby diner tucked away in a corner by the road and looked hesitantly at Cheongun.
“Master Cheong.”
“What is it now?”
“It’s getting late… Wouldn’t it be better to stay at an inn for the night?”
She asked him carefully, as she was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.
Cheongun looked at her with a disgruntled expression.
Her face was covered in dust, her martial clothes were torn and tattered, and her staggering steps made it clear she could barely walk anymore.
At this pace, it would take about half a day to reach Mount Seoncheon—assuming they kept moving steadily.
But if she collapsed on the way?
Then they’d really be in trouble.
No choice, huh.
One step back for the sake of two steps forward.
Wearing an uncharacteristically kind smile, Cheongun replied:
“Alright.”
“Really?!”
“But didn’t you say you had no money?”
What kind of inn are they staying at with no money?
Wait—was she expecting him to pay?
Namgung Yul could practically hear the tone in Cheongun’s voice.
“I’ll give you a bonus once we reach headquarters.”
“Oh no, there’s no need for that… But refusing such heartfelt generosity would be deeply rude, so I shall humbly accept your kind offer—along with your heart.”
“……”
So he was planning to mooch off me from the start.
Now that she thought about it, he didn’t even try to hide it.
Namgung Yul let out a hollow laugh.
Despite his incredibly refined martial skills, his oddly intense obsession with money…
It was probably one of the side effects of having spent so many years holed up in the mountains, cut off from the world.
****
Cheonri Guesthouse
It was a bit late for lunch when a young man and a woman stepped into the guesthouse.
They were Cheongun and Namgung Yul.
There was no attendant in sight, so the two of them began looking for an empty seat on their own.
Surprisingly, not a single empty table could be seen—but that wasn’t so unusual.
Unlike a proper tavern, guesthouses were smaller in scale, and were always bustling with a mix of commoners, low-ranking escorts, and traveling merchants.
It was only natural for the place to be packed, even at such a late hour.
Especially around noon, it was always like this.
When there are no vacant tables, it’s common practice to share one.
As Cheongun approached a table with empty seats, a sleepy young attendant came scurrying over from the back.
“Hehe, you can share a table over here. Would you like to order right away?”
Cheongun sat down at a table with some room.
Those already eating didn’t seem to care at all and said nothing.
Only once Namgung Yul took a seat beside him did Cheong-un begin ordering.
“What’s good here?”
“The lamb stew, sizzling beef on an iron plate, and the chicken broth noodles are all delicious.”
“Then bring all of those.”
“Yes, yes. I’ll have them ready in a moment.”
As the attendant headed back to the kitchen, he glanced curiously at Cheongun and Namgung Yul.
They had swords at their waists, so they looked like martial artists, but their rough, shabby appearance wasn’t much different from beggars of the Beggars’ Sect—an unusual sight, to be sure.
Cheongun, curious, turned his head slightly to take a look.
The attendant hadn’t been exaggerating—most of the guests seemed to be eating either lamb stew or noodles.
Just then, Namgung Yul quietly spoke.
“Cheongun, look over there.”
In that instant, Cheongun’s eyes lit up.
He didn’t need to ask who she was pointing to.
In a corner, three men and a woman were devouring the food on their table with wild abandon.
Each had striking features and an unmistakably powerful aura—it was clear at a glance that they were martial artists.
They were eating with such urgency, shoving food into their mouths without a single word, that it almost looked like a battle.
Cheong-un unconsciously smacked his lips.
The savory smell of food had already awakened his appetite, and seeing them eat like that made it almost unbearable.
More than anything, the meal wasn’t coming out of his own pocket.
Sure, he was footing the bill for now, but once they reached the local Justice Alliance branch, he was promised reimbursement with extra on top.
Surely the prestigious Namgung Clan wouldn’t run out on a meal tab?
Having been hunting and roasting wild animals just to save money every day, the sight of a properly cooked meal triggered a sharp hunger within him.
Namgung Yul, seated beside him, was no different.
They had been fleeing from the Black Forest Sect’s pursuit, without a proper meal or rest.
She was already at her limit—the moment they entered the guesthouse, her eyes were unfocused from fatigue.
She was so hungry, her palms were sweating.
Gulp.
Saliva gathered in his mouth and slid down his throat.
Just as the two of them sat there, stomachs growling in anticipation—
Bang—!
Someone threw the guest house doors open with a loud crash.
The old wooden door creaked violently, and its handle clanged against the wall as it slammed open.
All the guests eating turned their heads toward the noise in unison.
A moment later, with a flurry of noise, more than ten men stormed into the guesthouse.
The man at the front swept his sharp gaze across the room, then locked eyes with the four martial artists in the corner who had been wolfing down their meal.
With a smirk, he drew a weapon from his waist.
“Well, well… I figured as much. Hiding in here like rats, were you? I see you even had time to sit down for a meal while on the run.”
Cheong-un felt a flicker of curiosity at the man’s words.
Rats?
From the look of it, those four had been pursued all the way here.
And judging by how their faces had turned pale the moment they locked eyes with the newcomer, it was clear they’d been caught.
What is Martial Arts?
In the end, despite how those “martial men” dress it up with fancy rhetoric, the essence of martial arts is nothing more than a means to kill people more efficiently.
It is not a cultivation for personal ascension but rather the quickest and most efficient tool for seizing power.
In our current era, that is, in fact, what martial arts have come to be.
No wonder these so-called martial men have ended up in such a sorry state.
They barge in uninvited just to cause trouble during a meal.
In truth, they aren’t much different from thugs with a lot of muscle.
A man brandishing a heavy weapon stepped forward menacingly.
“Hey, take a look at these bastards! Wanna go die together? Why don’t you scream right now!”
At least, under these circumstances, they can be considered thugs with some shred of a conscience.
Before things really got out of hand, the man began by kicking the people out.
“What’s taking you so long? Get up instantly!”
“Damn it! Look at you moving so slowly, hurry up!”
Responding to his booming commands, the diners abandoned their meals and hurriedly rushed out of the establishment.
Of course, Cheongun and Namgung Yul didn’t budge an inch.
Cheongun, having already paid the bill, wasn’t planning on leaving until he finished his meal, and Namgung Yul, well aware of Cheongun’s unimpressive martial arts skills, had no reason to be afraid.
Only Jeomsoi, who was taken aback by the sudden commotion, experienced a moment of hesitation.
She had been about to carry the completed dishes to Cheongun’s table when she made eye contact with the man who was chasing out the other guests.
“What’s your deal? Aren’t you leaving?”
For ordinary people, a brawl instigated by a martial man is nothing short of a disaster.
Even so, if he tells you to leave, there’s at least a chance you might preserve your life.
Thus, Jeomsoi, determined to escape with her life, decided to drop the dishes she was carrying and rush out.
Before long, a table was heaped with Yang-yook tang, sizzling iron-plate braised beef, and chicken broth noodles.
Plates filled with steaming food were laid out in abundance on the table.
Cheongun immediately began inhaling the noodles whole, and Namgung Yul, savoring the sizzling beef from the iron plate, closed his eyes in delight as he devoured it, evidently in a state of utter bliss.
With oil smeared around his mouth and making loud slurping noises, he looked every bit like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.
Then, while Cheongun was rapidly slurping his noodles, he suddenly stretched out his hand.
In the blink of an eye, his energy-infused fingertips sliced through the air and snatched a piece of beef off Namgung Yul’s iron plate.
Before Namgung Yul could object, Cheongun had already stuffed the meat into his mouth and was happily chewing.
“Hey, that was my beef!”
“A martial man never misses an opportunity.”
“Cheong Dae-hyup!”
Witnessing such a madcap act, the man with the weapon blinked in astonishment.