Heavenly Martial God - H.M.G Chapter 4 (Part 1):

Observing and assessing the state of one’s physical condition was not a difficult task.

Having wandered the world, Namgoong Hyuk had acquired, comprehended, and mastered countless martial arts.

As long as he could breathe, following the flow of energy to examine his body was a trivial matter.

‘It has nothing to do with the body’s weakness. After all, everyone breathes.’

Everything in the universe breathes.

As long as it’s not a corpse, even a body as fragile as porcelain would breathe properly, right?

Ssssip…Hooo…Ssssip…Hooo!

Namgoong Hyuk’s breathing grew long, then short, repeating the cycle.

He drew in external energy and pushed it into his body.

Immediately, he spread the energy to assess his physical condition.

‘Huh, it’s better than I thought.’

Perhaps because his expectations were so low, his condition was far better than he had feared.

He’d thought having a “porcelain body” would be a serious problem, yet his energy and blood flow were sturdier than expected.

Sure, it was only slightly better than an average person’s, but at least it wasn’t completely blocked.

‘Is this the effect of the medicine?’

Well, he had been fed all sorts of high-grade tonics, so it made sense that his energy and blood flow were somewhat refined.

‘But I can barely sense any internal energy. Is this guy really a Namgoong Family descendant?’

Even if he was sickly, a martial artist should train. This brat must’ve been slacking off.

‘At this level… Wait, what’s this?’

Just as Namgoong Hyuk was about to conclude his breathing exercise with satisfaction, he frowned.

A strange energy was clogged near his heart.

‘Why is it blocked here?’

It was tightly blocked, like a latrine stuffed to the brim.

Wait, it’s not just one or two spots. How many blockages are there?

‘One, two, three… nine?’

Counting them, there were nine.

Exactly nine energy points around his heart were blocked.

‘Nine… Nine blocked points, huh..’

Muttering to himself, Namgoong Hyuk’s eyes widened.

“Nine?!”

*Fumble, fumble.*

Startled, he hurriedly pressed his chest.

At the precise spots where the energy points were blocked, the flow of energy didn’t connect—it bounced back.

Namgoong Hyuk’s face turned pale with shock.

“This crazy bastard, he had blocked meridians?!”

Blocked meridians, where energy cannot flow.

Even one blocked meridian can disrupt a person’s physical condition, but this body had nine of them blocked.

It was a body that could drop dead at any moment.

‘Unbelievable, the Nine Yang Flow Blockage.’

The Nine Yang Flow Blockage was a condition that usually afflicted men with strong yang energy, causing their bodies to fill with fiery, scorching energy.

Those afflicted with the Nine Yang Flow Blockage overflowed with vitality, possessed superior physical abilities, and displayed immense talent in martial arts.

However, their yang energy was so excessive that they rarely lived long, often dying before the age of thirty.

“Wait, hold on.”

As Namgoong Hyuk recalled information about the Nine Yang Flow Blockage, he furrowed his brow.

“…The Nine Yang Flow Blockage should make the body burn like fire, so why is this one so cold?”

After some thought, he realized this body was far from the healthy physique associated with the Nine Yang Flow Blockage.

The pale face and frail, weak body were characteristics that didn’t match the Nine Yang Flow Blockage.

Yet, like the Nine Yang Flow Blockage, nine meridians were blocked.

If nine meridians were blocked like the Nine Yang Flow Blockage, but the body wasn’t hot, then…

*Thud.*

It felt like a hammer had struck his head.

After fumbling a few more times, the cold energy near his heart traveled through his fingertips.

“…Is this brat suffering from the Nine Yin Flow Blockage?”

The exact opposite of the Nine Yang Flow Blockage, but similarly referred to as a heavenly punishment.

The Nine Yin Flow Blockage, caused by extreme yin energy, made it difficult to live past twenty.

The body was weak, but the five senses were unparalleled… or so they said.

It was usually a disease that afflicted women.

But this body was clearly suffering from the Nine Yin Flow Blockage.

His mind sharpened.

“How is this possible?”

It doesn’t make sense.

Namgoong Hyuk was too stunned to speak.

He was a man, yet he was afflicted with a disease that only women usually got, with death creeping closer by the day.

Where else could you find such an unlucky bastard?

“Wow…”

Sighs continuously escaped Namgoong Hyuk’s lips.

“Wow, sh*t.”

He picked up a small bronze mirror from his room, staring intently at the unfamiliar face reflected within.

Now that he knew it was the Nine Yin Flow Blockage, the paleness of his face stood out even more.

He looked as pale as if he had been soaked in ice water for three days.

“Something’s wrong. Yeah, something’s seriously messed up for this to make any sense.”

A body that’s fragile as porcelain on the outside and afflicted with the Nine Yin Flow Blockage on the inside?

He’d almost prefer being struck by some wicked demonic art—it would be easier to accept. But *this*?

A “Heavenly Punishment,” meaning he was born this way?

Unless this body’s ancestors had accumulated some tremendous evil karma and were cursed, there’s no explanation.

And Namgoong Hyuk knew this guy’s ancestors—they were definitely not evil people.

So how could there be a body this outrageously unlucky?

‘And of all people, I, Ha Hoo Young, known as the Supreme One, ended up in this damn body!’

His face slowly twisted.

The anger he’d tried to suppress surged back up.

“You damn immortal bastards!”

What kind of horrific sin had he committed?!

He was once unparalleled under heaven, with a body that surpassed even the most invincible forging. He’d gone from that…to possessing a body that might drop dead at any moment?

“You sons of…! *Cough, cough!*”

As Namgoong Hyuk tried to curse again, a fit of coughing overwhelmed him.

He barely managed to steady himself and glared at the sky—no, the ceiling—with bloodshot eyes.

“You threw me into this trash body and called it an opportunity?!”

They were more cruel than the Demonic Faction and more conniving than the Orthodox Sect!

Is this really something humans would do?

‘Ah, right. They aren’t human, they’re Immortals. Even dogs have pity…’

Namgoong Hyuk gritted his teeth.

I’ll get my revenge.

I’ll definitely get my revenge.

Somehow, I’ll ascend to the realm of immortals again and pay them back in kind.

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