After completing the horse stance, one must ascend and descend the stairs on their hands.
Of course, Jin Cheon-hee didn't have the strength to do a handstand immediately.
However, he persistently repeated the first two steps every day, and he had a bit of internal energy gained from a spiritual medicine.
By using his internal energy in the form of pupil techniques, he could support his strength and manage to do a handstand.
Even with the use of internal energy, the burden on his arms was not light, making it very painful.
However, this pain quickly built muscles and strength.
Once accustomed, he would descend with his eyes closed, to feel the ground and learn how his body's central axis moved.
While the horse stance could somehow be managed, descending in a handstand was impossible for Jin Cheon-hee without using pupil techniques.
The previous steps had to be perfected, and the operation of the pupil techniques had to become habitual.
This was the conclusion reached by Jegal Rin when establishing his family's secret martial arts.
And this conclusion perfectly matched the one Jin Cheon-hee had reached from reading novels.
"Just one thing, the lack of human rights is a problem."
On Earth, such training for a child would be considered child abuse.
However, in this world where human lives are as fragile as flies, being able to learn martial arts at a young age is a rare opportunity.
Initially, it took him all day to carry one empty bucket up, but now he could carry two full ones in half a day.
Later, he would do the horse stance, descend in a handstand, and carry firewood for boiling water the next day.
There came a time when he could split the firewood and still have time left in the day.
The martial art he learned for all this training was called Sushin Gong.
The meaning of Sushin is to refine the body, so it is literally a martial art to prepare the body.
It is a training martial art to cultivate basic internal energy, practice using true energy, and train the body to create a vessel.
The effects were definite.
"Now that you can carry the buckets steadily, it's time to move on to the next stage."
"Really!?" Jin Cheon-hee's face lit up with joy.
"Of course. The next stage is a new internal energy cultivation method. Since you've paved the way with Sushin Gong, now you must learn how to use that path."
"Wow!"
"And tomorrow, four buckets."
"Ugh..."
With an angelic face, there was no mercy.
Jin Cheon-hee looked at his master and recalled the events from a few months ago, when he became Jegal Rin's disciple.
A few months ago.
When Jin Cheon-hee decided to become Jegal Rin's disciple and followed him to Baekrin Medical Pavilion.
"This is my estate, and it's called the Medical Pavilion. Due to its size, people also call it Baekrin Medical Pavilion."
Strangely, Jin Cheon-hee could read the characters here.
They were similar to Chinese characters in many ways but also had many differences.
It made sense.
The setting of the novel was a fictional world, resembling ancient China's clothing and lifestyle, but it was still a world with internal energy and spiritual creatures.
Grateful that he didn't need to relearn the language, Jin Cheon-hee gazed at the grand entrance of the antique building.
A massive structure located halfway up a tall mountain.
Looking down, one could see the ground and villages below.
The grand entrance of the building, built at a considerable height, had a plaque with "Baekrin Medical Pavilion" written on it, and behind this beautiful and grand estate were magnificent mountains.
In the distance, white steam formed clouds.
It smelled like boiled eggs.
A hot spring area in a dormant volcano!
"In the novel, it was mentioned that Baekrin Medical Pavilion was used for recuperation in a volcanic area to manage the Nine Yin Meridian. This must be the place."
Jin Cheon-hee thought as he spoke.
"It's quite large. Is it because many patients come?"
"Of course. Although I haven't taken in disciples, I'm a fairly famous physician."
"What do you mean fairly? You're one of the top five in the world, Master."
"You knew?"
"Of course, I know that much."
"Hoho, I see."
The master, Baekrin, reached out and gently patted Jin Cheon-hee's head. 'This is quite embarrassing.' Although he looked like a child on the outside, Jin Cheon-hee, who was an adult inside, felt complicated.
"Come on, let's go in. You should unpack your things first. Rest for a day. I'll start teaching you in earnest from tomorrow."
"Teaching, you say..."
"Martial arts and medicine. Isn't that obvious?"
With that, Baekrin walked ahead with long strides.
Yoo-ho looked at Jin Cheon-hee with an indifferent face as he passed by.
Jin Cheon-hee followed behind and soon entered the building known as Baekrin Medical Pavilion.
'It's just like a martial arts movie or drama.' The interior of the building was antique.
The branch of the Unryong Escort Agency was so practical that it felt barren, but this place had a certain charm.
Even the eaves were humorously carved with dragons, and the main pillars were adorned with various patterns.
The carvings were so shallow that they were hard to see at a glance but could be felt by touch.
It was a pavilion that could easily look too flashy.
However, it was designed to be understated where needed and emphasized where necessary, making it look truly luxurious.
As they entered through the main gate, servants greeted the group.
"Bring the carriage inside and feed the horses plenty of fodder."
Yoo-ho gave instructions to the servants.
Before reaching the stables, there was a large structure with several birdcages gathered.
Pigeons were perched in their respective places, and interestingly, there were hawks and crows among them.
"Have you organized the letters from the carrier pigeons?" Jin Cheon-hee thought to himself as he watched Yoo-ho. 'That must be the carrier pigeons that always appeared in the novel.
It's fascinating to see them in person.' Carrier pigeons.
A term for trained birds that carry letters and messages.
Since birds move faster than humans, training such birds to exchange messages was a common theme in martial arts novels.
While Jin Cheon-hee was marveling at this, the person questioned by Yoo-ho answered politely.
"Yes, Chief Yoo-ho. Carrier pigeons from Suramun and Changryong Pavilion arrived simultaneously. It seems they were injured during a martial arts competition."
The man politely handed over neatly folded letters.
Baekrin Medical Pavilion, who was listening, spoke up.
"Suramun and Changryong Pavilion have a deep-seated grudge, which is a big problem."
Meanwhile, Yoo-ho opened the letters first.
He frowned, seemingly troubled.
"Both sides wish to receive treatment directly from the divine physician. Should we allow it?"
"What about the injuries?"
"Here they are."
Baekrin Medical Pavilion received the letters from both sides and read them thoroughly.
The letters included details of how they were injured, the types of wounds, and the opinions of the attending physicians.
"The young master of Suramun has a simple sword wound, so he will recover quickly, but the lady of Changryong Pavilion is the problem. Suramun uses the poison technique known as Suramun Poison Art... Fortunately, the young master's understanding is shallow, so this can be handled by a local physician."
Casually evaluating the martial arts of Suramun's young master, Baekrin Medical Pavilion made a decision.
"Reply that both patients should avoid movement as their wounds may reopen. Instead, send a prescription for the medicine needed for external and internal injuries. The ingredients aren't difficult to find, so their pharmacy should be able to make it."
Yoo-ho asked, "Who should we send it to first?"
"Start with Changryong Pavilion. The winner is likely the young lady of Changryong Pavilion. Even though she won, she's more injured, so her anger will be more intense."
How did he know that? Jin Cheon-hee stared intently, and Baekrin chuckled.
"The young master of Suramun's sword touched the young lady's arm but didn't cut it, while the young lady aimed for his neck, giving her left arm. The young master survived because the young lady stopped to avoid creating further enmity."
"The more injured side can win too."
"A martial arts competition is like a game of chess. No matter how many pieces you lose, if you protect the king until the end, you win."
The hawk from Changryong Pavilion flew off first with the letter tied to its leg.
Flap— "Now, let's go inside."
As he entered, the crow from Suramun flew off.
Even at this moment, countless carrier pigeons from all over the martial world were flying to the divine physician.
"Hee-ya, come here. Quickly."
At Baekrin's urging, Jin Cheon-hee hurriedly responded.
"Ah, yes, Master." 'Wow, that was fascinating.
It's like remote medical consultation with the internet in modern times.
Well, in the novel, Baekrin Medical Pavilion was one of the top three medical pavilions in the world, so it's understandable.'
The medical pavilions of the martial world exchanged information centered around the medical pavilion.
People, being alive, constantly get injured and fall ill.
Martial artists, who live by the sword, have even more opportunities for such occurrences.
In battles and duels, many get injured and die, suffer internal injuries, or enter a state of deviation, or get sick from consuming strange things.
They then cry out for a physician.
'That's why information exchange is crucial for local medical pavilions.
But medicine is ultimately secret knowledge.' Just as martial arts are not easily taught, neither is medicine.
However, there are many in the martial world who suffer from injuries and diseases.
As a result, organizations of physicians similar to martial sects were formed long ago.
That is the medical pavilion.
A sect of physicians.
The medical pavilion had several branches under its umbrella, usually named after the region where the medical pavilion was located. 'Of course, there are places that operate independently without belonging to any medical pavilion...' But since they are unverified, those with money seek out medical pavilions affiliated with the medical pavilion.
Medical pavilions affiliated with the medical pavilion quickly exchanged their medical skills, knowledge, and information through the medical pavilion.
They also stored medicinal materials that ordinary local medical pavilions couldn't stock.
And there's one more crucial thing.
The publication of medical reports.