MC: Yeon Mu Hwi (Ma Bi Gwang)
Age: 8
Timeskip: 1 Month
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[1 — One Month Later]
The small courtyard behind the storerooms echoed with the sound of breathing, footsteps, and occasional groans of pain.
Mu Hwi stood in the center—shirt drenched in sweat, chest heaving, legs shaking in a deep horse stance.
His arms were stretched forward, fists clenched, muscles trembling.
A month ago, this stance made him collapse instantly.
Now?
MC (strained):
"Just… a little more—!"
He held for ten more seconds before finally rising.
His legs didn't wobble.
His arms didn't shake.
His breathing was steady.
He grinned.
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[2 — Training Like a Tiny Beast]
During the past month, his daily routine had become terrifyingly intense:
• Morning:
✔ 200 squats
✔ 200 punches
✔ Horse stance until his legs burned
✔ Running laps around the estate
(Su Rin cheered him on from a tree like a squirrel.)
• Afternoon:
✔ Climbing rocks and walls
✔ Core exercises
✔ Simple palm techniques
✔ First-step movement drills
• Evening:
✔ Light breathing exercises
✔ Flexibility training
✔ Slow memorization of qi pathways
He had turned into a small training demon.
Even the servants whispered:
> "Isn't the young master only eight…?"
"But he eats like a grown warrior…!"
"Did he become possessed by a training spirit?"
They weren't wrong.
Mu Hwi ate three times his usual portion every meal.
His mother almost fainted the first time he asked for seconds.
Eunsol:
"My baby is going through a growth spurt!!!"
Mu Hwi:
"…Sure."
(He wasn't about to explain that rebuilding qi, muscle, and bone required fuel.)
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[3 — Visible Change]
Mu Hwi stood in the courtyard again, stretching his arms.
His body had changed:
muscles slightly defined
shoulders broader
back straighter
endurance increased
breath deeper
steps lighter
No longer a weak, soft boy.
He felt… alive.
MC:
"This should be enough for the first stage."
He clenched his fists.
MC (thought):
I can finally… properly train my martial arts.
But—
He could not start with sword art.
Or palm art.
Or movement art.
Or body art.
All of them required one foundation:
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[4 — The Most Important Art]
Before anything, he needed to restore:
Primordial Unity Qi Scripture
(his inner cultivation art)
Without it:
Heaven–Earth Indestructible Vessel (Body Art)
Limitless Ten Thousand Form Hands
Myriad Harmony Sword Scripture
Flowing Void Step
ALL would collapse.
Qi powered everything.
His body art and cultivation art were inseparable twins.
MC:
"Without a stable qi foundation, I'll cripple myself."
So he sat cross-legged on the stone floor.
The courtyard was quiet except for the rustling bamboo.
He closed his eyes.
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[5 — Rebuilding the Core Technique]
Inside his mind, seventy years of forgotten knowledge resurfaced like glowing threads.
Meridian routes.
Qi loops.
Breathing cycles.
Inner circulation rings.
Essence harmonization.
Body integration.
He remembered everything.
In his past life, he couldn't practice it.
But he memorized it perfectly.
He whispered softly:
MC:
"…Primordial Unity Qi Scripture."
"The heart of my martial arts."
"The root of my path."
Inside his mind, the structure formed:
First Stage: Harmonized Breathing
Second Stage: Internal Qi Awakening
Third Stage: Small Circulation
Fourth Stage: Meridian Cleansing
He only needed the lowest stage for now.
He inhaled—
Slow.
Calm.
Precise.
The qi around him responded faintly, like dust being drawn toward a flame.
MC (gently):
"Good… slowly… guide it…"
His meridians warmed.
Not painfully like before—
but controlled.
Natural.
Right.
MC:
"…This is it."
He began writing again—adjusting every detail in the manual to match his perfected past-life version.
He erased flaws.
Corrected paths.
Added missing sequences.
Strengthened core breathing.
Improved body synergy.
By the time he finished…
A new manual lay before him:
Primordial Unity Qi Scripture — First Stage Complete
Mu Hwi stared at it with glowing eyes.
MC:
"Now… my path can truly begin."
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[6 — A New Beginning]
He placed the manual on his lap.
The courtyard breeze brushed his skin.
For the first time since reincarnation, a sense of destiny awakened inside him.
Not arrogance.
Not pride.
Just pure, quiet confidence.
MC:
"This time…"
"I will walk the martial path properly."
"No shortcuts."
"No foolish mistakes."
"Step by step."
A small smile curved his lips.
MC:
"I'm ready."