The One who made Martial Arts

It was midday yet it was still chilly with a cold breeze dancing around the rest of Murim and those who had nothing to do could be seen resting in their lovely beds.

Snow was just a few days away, yet Wong was acting like it was heavily snowing outside.

Tightly closing the door, shutting down the draps, and making sure he was alone, Wong sat on a wooden chair, covered his body with a fur sheet, and he started to open the first page of the book the old man left.

"Strange." Wong muttered, as the words on the book started from left to right instead of right to left like all the books he had seen since he got reborn.

Honestly he was happy that he had been robbed by the mysterious old man. As a superstitious person he knew that the old man was far beyond the levels of normal and on a deeper level he things he was the only one who was able to see him, probably because he just got reincarnated so his soul is not yet settled with his body.

Keeping his gaze of the khaki ancient paper, Wong's eyes looked at the letters that where written in blood which shocked him a lot.

'How can a Taoist have something like this?'

Not pressing on the matter Wong was shocked again and this time his chin almost touched the table. The first word's where written in his old language which was foreign to Murim.

[Divinity is in you! Life is full of thrills! I am the Blood Ghost the person who created Martial Arts.]

Below those words was history about how people started to imitate animals in creating Martial Arts and started to meditate to gather Internal Energy which they called ki. Wong just brushed this threw - the events of the past never repeat themselves in the same order, they might be similar, but not the same.

Living the confusing words and proverbs alone, Wong put more thought to what he could understand. Passing through the basic way of cultivation used by people of Murim, only he had no idea of, Wong continued to read through the history book.

What only mattered to him was how he could get to use the mysterious power of ki and became stronger enough to find out what happened to his three wives who died together with him.

'If I got reincarnated, there is no way of stopping them from getting reincarnated too.' - a foolish thought.

Reaching a set of words which were written with by black ink, Wong read each word carefully, the handwriting was more clearer and the strokes were gentle, showing it was the work of a great scholar.

[There was a time when one of my followers asked me that, "Is sitting cross legged and meditating all day the only way to increase the amount of Ki in our bodies?" My answer to him was 'no' but I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth that it was too late for us to study the other way.

I had spent all the days of my life dedicating them to Martial Arts and never got time to fool around like the other man of my age. They called me the Martial God who practiced the strongest Martial Art, but there were all wrong, the strongest Martial art is...

The Art of lovemaking!]

"What!? He is such a pervert!" Wong exclaimed with wide open eyes, as he flipped over to the next page, "Martial God my ass, he should be called the Perverted Lord who died a virgin."

[It is the oldest Martial Art to exist in all our history. When two people practice the art of lovemaking they increase their ki a little, but this ki is not stored in the body, it is stored in the soul and it can only be used by a person who never cultivated before.]

"That is me." Wong's eyes shone with joy, as he prepared to read the next lines.

[In order to use Soul Ki a person has to use their third Sword to copulate with a person who bore a child before and can use ki above the second grade level.]

"What!?" Wong's eyes almost fell off from their eye sockets.

Thanks to the presence of Ki people's lifespans have increased a lot, meaning that the number of widows would have decreased a lot and he couldn't possibly go for someone's wife since he could be killed by the husband - have you know that Martial Artist are often be married to each other and in most of the cases the husband would be the stronger one.

"I would die!" Wong whimpered, as he prepared to read the next line, but was stopped by familiar a sweet voice.

"What are you doing there staring at an empty table like you are reading something."

Slightly startled with how the owner of the voice got inside his tightly sealed door, Wong turned his head with his hands raising the red book, "Can't you see this?"

"What kind of trick are you trying to pull?" Namgung Jun frowned, as her stupid younger brother was just raising his hand, like he was holding something, could his hands gone crippled for not spanking her more!? Hell ya! That is the reason.

Seeing the look on his half sister which clearly indicated that she was gagging for him, Wong put the book which he could only see to the ground and started walking towards her. His face was indifferent and released a domineering Aura.

"Wong don't come here." Jun had a flustered look, as she took a few back steps, "Don't come any closer, or I will..."

"Will what?" Wong's voice made Jun run out of words, as she back landed on the wall with her hands raised in front of her in an attempt to stop Wong from advancing on to her.

Wong raised both her hands and pressed them against the wall, as his lips started to advance towards her nape and Jun became more flustered, "What are you doing Wong? You can't do that to my neck, I have an injury there, please stop."

"Okay I will." Wong removed himself from her and walked over to sit back on his chair, "Why are here woman?"

"...." Jun was left in silence. How could this brat stop when she request him to do so!? She doesn't have a neck injury, kiss me mor