The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

The man who received the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique from the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

That was himself.

However, recently, there has been doubt.

‘Is he really the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor?’

Doubts about that man were slowly creeping up.

His master.

The strength of that existence was real.

The martial arts world was still overshadowed by that presence, unable to properly develop.

The essence of Defeating.

And the essence of Strength.

These are the core beliefs of the current murim.

The man who shattered everything established a new order in the martial arts world.

A world that worships only powerful martial arts.

A world that venerated only strength.

「This is the true essence of Murim.」

His master seemed quite pleased with that sight.

However, recently, he saw someone.

Eyes of blue.

And hair that seemed roughly grown out.

Their appearance was identical.

However, the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor did not recognize him.

Just…

The martial power he possessed was real.

‘It was just one strike.’

White-Faced Golden Fur.

That presence was dealt a fatal blow in one strike.

He thought they were in the same league of transcendents.

He knows that even among transcendents, there are differences in strength.

But he had never seen such a disparity.

The War of the Gods.

The war between the Celestial Gods and the Demon King.

Even in the war that returned everything to nothingness, those with such martial power could be counted on one hand.

Therefore, that presence must be the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

With such presence, the murim must have feared the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor so much.

Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

In the previous timeline, he was in, he saw countless martial artists.

Even if Seon Woohyeon did not want it, they desired him.

「Are you the one who uses the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique?」

Known as the Zhongnan Divine Dragon.

He did not recognize him.

「Rumors in the Murim tend to be exaggerated, but this is too much. There’s no way the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor would take in such a fool」

Thus, there was doubt.

Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

What exactly was it that made them react this way?

‘Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique is certainly an SS-grade martial art.’

That was certain.

And if it were the complete Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, it wouldn’t be strange for it to be an Ex-grade martial art.

Transcendence.

Those who reached this realm, often called transcendents, spoke of it with reverence.

The Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

Said to have reached a realm known only in legends.

At the edge of transcendence were the Sword King, the Blade Emperor, and the First Sword of the Orthodox Faction. And not to forget, dozens of Plum Blossom Sword Masters who reached the highest level created the Absolute Formation.

His master said those wounds still throb.

He believed those words.

But now, I was a bit doubtful.

But now, he was somewhat doubtful.

He saw and felt it with his own eyes.

The martial arts that those exceptional people praised feared, and revered.

If there was a Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, that was it.

The power that Han Seojin had shown.

Therefore, he had to find out about Han Seojin.

So, he was secretly pleased when he set off on this martial arts journey. By staying close to him, he could resolve his curiosity.

And.

He might be able to use his power with his ability.

But.

“Ugh.”

“What’s this? Struggling with even this?”

Han Seojin looked at him with a tone of disbelief.

His teeth clenched, and his whole body tensed up.

“B-brother… Isn’t this overworking me?”

“Is this what you call overwork? You really were raised delicately, huh? Just strapping 100kg steel bars to both arms and legs and moving is overwork?”

“Th-there’s a gravity spell on them right now…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You took a really good elixir.”

Han Seojin was grinning while looking at him.

The reason for this was simple.

「Since we’re on our way anyway, it’ll take some time, so let’s train while we’re at it.」

Saying that he suddenly decided to train him.

Of course, from Seon Woohyeon’s perspective, it was good.

His training method was brutally simple and crude. Yet, there was a certain meticulous aspect to it.

Creak.

“Ugh!”

“I can see you’re thinking about something else.”

Han Seojin said annoyingly with a smirk.

Currently, Han Seojin was on Seon Woohyeon’s waist.

Han Seojin didn’t expect much.

Just to endure.

Whatever it takes, just endure it.

In a prone position.

‘I thought that much would be manageable.’

His body was superior.

It was already an excellent physique, but after receiving Han Seojin’s lessons, it became even more outstanding.

A body superior even compared to most strong figures.

Probably the only one who could exert this level of power was ‘him,’ a druid active in the Amazon.

But enduring it was too difficult.

Mana was used to exert some effect on him.

‘Crazy.’

That was too shocking, coming from Han Seojin.

Someone else was controlling Woohyeon’s mana. His mana was not obeying his control.

Even a strong figure, if in close proximity, Seon Woohyeon could kill.

Although recently, due to being off guard, he has rarely won.

‘This is.’

It was nonsensical, but he felt relieved that this person was not his enemy.

However.

Despite that.

“Hey, you’re falling apart.”

“Ugh.”

The pain was excruciating.

And it was annoying. He just wanted to punch him in the face!

‘…I’ll kill you.’

Someday, he’ll repay this grudge.

While training Seon Woohyeon, I decided to ask him about the Central Plains.

“Brother, I’ll serve you.”

“Alright.”

My relationship with Peng Bosung was sorted out.

After he lost to me, he began to call me brother and treat me with utmost respect.

“Peng Bosung? When on earth…?”

“While Lady Sa Gonghwa was away for a moment, I had an in-depth conversation with Brother. And after seeing Brother Han Seojin, I was captivated by his masculinity.”

“…How did you know my name?”

“Didn’t you know? You’re incredibly famous here, brother.”

“Me?”

I was puzzled.

During my days as the Purple Tower Master, I became quite well-known here by dismantling magic formulas.

But that was strictly within the magic community… Ah.

Something comes to mind.

‘The Emperor Sword Form.’

When I destroyed the Namgoong Clan, I demonstrated the Emperor Sword Form.

Something might have been misconstrued from that.

“You’re the one who restored the lost Emperor Sword Form of the Namgoong Clan.”

“…Really?”

So that’s how the story spread.

I thought deeply about it.

There might be someone with a good eye among them.

‘Though they completely missed the mark.’

I didn’t restore the Emperor Sword Form.

I just modified the existing Emperor Sword Form to suit my taste.

‘That would certainly make me famous in the martial arts world.’

Nodding in understanding, I accepted it, and Peng Bosung spoke.

“So, you are quite famous here as well. Our Five Great Families are paying attention to you.”

“Five Great Families?”

“Yes, it refers to the families that hold a fortress in the central martial arts world. The Five Great Families in Korea… Oh, I apologize. You are also from the Iron-Blooded Sword Clan, right?”

“It’s fine. I want to be removed from that family registry anyway.”

“…If you need another background, our Peng Family is available. I am, after all, declared as the young lord. We can always bring you over. I will show you what it means to be a prestigious family ruling over a fortress.”

I know.

How absurdly powerful they are.

They said they ruled a fortress, but that fortress was larger than South Korea.

“Maybe later.”

No need to refuse such goodwill.

I like being treated well. Who wouldn’t? However, I dislike sneaky or dirty ulterior motives within that.

Just that.

‘A subsidiary of the Five Great Families.’

Those words sounded peculiar.

As if the Five Great Families were of no importance.

‘The Five Great Families of Korea are not just somewhat well-known.’

Is it because this was the Central Plains murim?

Or was there something else behind those words?

‘It’s closer to the latter.’

The Five Great Families.

I feel like I should deal with them someday.

No, to be precise, the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

At the very least

Thinking deeply.

I compared my strength with the head of the clan, whom I’ve met a few times.

And right now.

‘I feel like I can handle the head of the clan.’

If it were a one-on-one situation, that was.

However, the Iron-Blood Sword Clan was a ‘family.’

And a prestigious one at that.

Bursting that place alone would be difficult, even for me.

‘Now I can fully handle my Manifestations, though.’

Manifestations.

The power to distort the laws of the world.

With it, one can cut through the world and cut what cannot be cut. One can also break what cannot be broken.

At a high level, many things can be achieved with it.

However, my Manifestation was not meant for combat.

Snap.

“Ugh…!”

I applied more force to Seon Woohyeon.

He screamed, and his hand started to lower.

“Hey, your hand is lowering.”

“Ugh.”

I looked at Seon Woohyeon.

His gaze was full of killing intent but not persistent.

He probably wants to punch me in the face.

‘Well, that’s also…

“…By the way, it’s truly miraculous. Giving such weight on the carriage, yet ensuring the horse suffers no harm.”

“That’s why I’m a master.”

Sa Gonghwa and Paeng Bosung spoke, watching me perform strange feats on Seon Woohyeon’s back.

“We’ll arrive at the village soon. Shall we go in?”

“We should.”

No matter how modern this Murim was, I refused to sleep outdoors.

Camping and technology have advanced, but…

‘They prioritize convenience more than I thought.’

Things like beds and cleanliness are better than expected.

Maybe because it’s a tourist area.

The Principal said.

The Demonic Sect and the Seven-Colored Magic Tower.

Both of them want me.

So, I decided to visit the Demonic Sect first.

There wasn’t much reason for choosing the Demonic Sect.

It’s because I had a few treasures buried there.

‘There are things like inner elixirs and weapons.’

Sweep away those orthodox sect bastards and, incidentally, the weapons and armor, inner elixirs, and good recovery medicines that the Evil Overlords bastards handed over.

There’s a place where those are stashed.

Unable to enter the Demonic Sect, I hid them in a hideout near Cheonghae.

“Haha, sorry, but it’s impossible to pass through here today.”

On the way to the village, there were those blocking our path.

A long, white beard. A wide, white robe.

They stood in our way.

“Are you from Kunlun?”

Paeng Bo-sung looked at the cloud embroidered on the Taoist’s robe and said.

“Ha ha, so it’s the young lord of the Peng family.”

“But what brings you here?”

“There’s been a bit of a disturbance, so we from Kunlun are prohibiting entry to the village to resolve the issue.”

“Hmmm…”

Peng Bosung looked at the Taoist with a suspicious face.

Then he spoke to me telepathically.

「Better not get involved with Kunlun. Shall we just pass by?」

「Because?」

「Recently, there have been bad rumors. They used to distance themselves from the secular world, but now there are too many bad rumors about them.」

「They might be true.」

「Pardon?」

Those rumors might be true.

Because I could smell it.

‘Damn bastards.’

The dogs of the Insect Dragon King.

The smell of demons.