The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

“He’s dead?”

“So it seems.”

“Hmm.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes, as he swept his hair up, shone with a faint blue light.

He closed his eyes and recalled the situation at that time in his mind.

‘According to the Beggars' Sect’s investigation, it was the Southern Eagles that were carrying the iron poison pills containing the Formless Earth Killing Poison. The number was ten.’

The Southern Eagle was well known as a hawk that was small in stature but very fast and strong.

The highly trained Southern Eagle was scheduled to drop the iron poison pills at a precise point.

‘That man in black, as if he had known, shot down all ten of the Southern Eagles.’

Not only that, but he also caught all the falling iron poison pills with a tightly woven net and sent them flying into the air.

‘After that, he shot the White Heaven Sword, which was to be given to the winner of the Four Daoist Assembly, and detonated the iron poison pills in the air.’

To destroy all ten iron poison pills containing intense poisonous energy was impossible with mediocre strength.

At least a peak-level martial artist would have to pour all his internal energy into it to even attempt it.

And the man in black’s achievements were not all.

He had revealed his true intentions and had saved the late-stage prospects from the martial artists of the Namrangbang who were trying to poison them.

From what was known, his speed was so fast that even the martial artists who were watching the man in black could not see how he had moved.

“Originally, the Four Daoist Assembly should have been the feast of my palace.”

If things had gone as planned, the Four Daoist Assembly should have been the feast of the two martial artists of the White Moon Palace, Cheon Gaseong and Cheon Yerang.

They had to prove that the White Moon Palace was above the Nine Sects One Gang and the Five Great Clans in front of everyone.

But.

A presumptuous heretic martial arts group had interfered with this.

The attention and fame that Cheon Gaseong and Cheon Yerang should have received had been monopolized by a man in black whose identity was unknown.

“Perhaps that person is not dead.”

“…”

Uil, the inner general who was in charge of the White Moon Palace’s affairs, did not express any doubt.

To question the palace master’s opinion in the White Moon Palace was literally a disrespectful act.

Uil was not a foolish person to commit such disrespect.

“They wouldn’t have found the body, would they.”

“It seems they didn’t even show any such movement.”

“That means the leaders of the Martial Alliance know who that man in black is, and that he is not dead. If he were, they would have tried to collect the body.”

Cheon Yushin stood up from his seat, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky.

From the sky of the White Moon Palace, which was designed to be able to see the moon from anywhere, a half-moon was scattering a faint light.

“The reason why poison arts could not become the best martial art in the world is that poison does not work on masters who have surpassed the transcendent realm and have reached the enlightenment realm.”

Cheon Yushin held out his hand.

A light flickered in his right hand.

“Because a highly concentrated internal energy protects the whole body like armor, their poisonous energy can never reach me, whether through the skin or through breathing. Even the five exterminating poisons that the Sichuan Tang Clan does not reveal to the world cannot harm this body.”

What if it wasn’t the poison immunity that was called the ultimate realm?

A poison that cannot reach is no different from being useless.

“The man in black who appeared at that time was at least a transcendent-level martial artist or a martial artist adjacent to the enlightenment realm. He wouldn’t be young.”

“I will look into it.”

“That’s that. What about the Martial Alliance?”

“It seems they are preparing for a large-scale counterattack. The martial artists of the alliance have already finished their preparations for a decisive battle.”

“War… a nostalgic name.”

Decades had already passed since the end of the war with the Ming Cult.

The war had produced and killed numerous heroes.

The blood and flesh of many had become the stepping stones for their heroic steps.

Now, who would become a hero?

And who would become the stepping stone for them?

“Just as a turbulent age creates heroes… heroes create a turbulent age.”

A smile resembling the faint moonlight hung on Cheon Yushin’s lips.

“A bloody wind will soon blow.”

***

“Have you all familiarized yourselves with your respective roles?”

“Yes!”

A strong power and resolve could be felt in the voices of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple disciples who answered.

“Everyone, keep this in mind. From now on, it’s a real battle. We will be fighting a life-and-death battle with those who are trying to kill us.”

Beads of sweat formed on the faces of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple disciples who were listening to the master’s speech.

Their lips were dry from tension.

Those with weak courage trembled.

Gwak Myeong looked at the faces of the disciples one by one and said.

“Do not hesitate to swing your sword. Hesitation will soon become a poison and tighten the noose around your necks.”

“Yes!”

“There is only one chance. It is a chance obtained with the blood of many…”

Gwak Myeong raised his sword.

“From now on, it’s a battle against time.”

***

“This is a letter from the Beggars' Sect.”

Gwak Doyeop, who had received the letter and was reading the content written inside, slowly folded the letter he was holding.

“What’s wrong?”

At the question of the Martial Alliance’s inner general, Zhuge Goun, Gwak Doyeop barely suppressed his mournful heart and said.

“They say the informant from the Beggars' Sect who was infiltrating the Hao Sect has been murdered.”

“Then… was he discovered as a spy?”

“The details are not written, but it must be so.”

Now, the possibility of planting a spy in the Hao Sect again was almost nonexistent.

That meant.

“Perhaps this will be the first and last chance.”

“I will make thorough preparations.”

“Have you delivered the message to each branch for sure?”

“The outer general has personally delivered the letter to each branch manager.”

“There must not be a single mistake.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Gwak Doyeop’s gaze, which was staring at the lantern, calmly sank.

There was no second chance in this large-scale operation.

A situation where one could not even weigh the success or failure.

Gwak Doyeop, who was shouldering all of this, felt a dull ache in his shoulders.

“Inner General.”

“Please speak, Alliance Leader.”

“What do you think are the chances of success for this operation?”

Zhuge Goun thought for a long time and then answered briefly.

“Fifty percent.”

“Fifty percent…”

Zhuge Goun was a wise and cold-headed person.

If he weren't, he wouldn't have been able to rise to the position of the Martial Alliance’s inner general on his own.

“Speed is the key. If even one side moves slower or faster.”

Zhuge Goun’s voice trembled slightly.

“This operation will fail. And many will die.”

“It means that the success and failure are fifty-fifty, but we must not fail.”

“That’s right.”

The gazes of the alliance leader and the inner general landed on the map placed on the table.

On the large map depicting the entire Central Plains, wooden tablets with different shapes and names were placed chaotically.

***

“What are you planning to do after taking Baekmyeon’s voice?”

Baekhwa, who was lying on the bed, asked.

“Revenge.”

Jin Sohyun, who was sitting in a chair, answered.

The two were using the same bedroom, but they were resting in different places and in different postures.

Baekhwa had suggested that they use the same bed, saying it was okay, but Jin Sohyun had refused.

“Are you really going to sleep in a chair?”

“I can sleep well anywhere.”

As if to prove those words, Jin Sohyun slept well even in a chair.

Baekhwa, who was staring at the back of Jin Sohyun’s head, chuckled.

‘The great Baekhwa has also died a lot.’

She didn't even know how many times she had been rejected.

Other men would bring gold ingots or show off their wealth or fame to share a bed with Baekhwa.

Some even boasted of their stamina.

Nevertheless, Baekhwa had never shared a bed with any man.

That was the reason why Baekhwa was called an unbreakable flower.

“So what. I can’t even seduce the man I want.”

At first, she had thought that Jin Sohyun was really impotent or enjoyed the company of men, but now that she saw him, it wasn't like that either.

Jin Sohyun was a pure man.

Although she had met many people, it was her first time meeting a man who possessed such an untainted purity as Jin Sohyun.

However, Jin Sohyun, who had decided on revenge, was different.

If he had been like a cotton ball rolling around, pushed by the wind and waves until now.

Now he was like a well-honed blade.

He had no openings, and the moment he saw the enemy’s weakness, he would rush in like a wolf and bite their neck.

Moreover, he showed no mercy to his enemies.

‘To think he would kill Baekmyeon like that.’

She still couldn't forget Baekmyeon’s death.

Baekhwa, shaking off the memory of last evening from her mind, asked.

“Young Master Beom. Are you sleeping?”

“Yeah.”

“How can you answer if you’re sleeping?”

“You get the hang of it if you do it.”

Rustle—

With the sound of the blanket being lifted, the sound of light footsteps was heard.

Following that, a hot breath came before Jin Sohyun.

At the same time, Jin Sohyun opened his eyes.

Right in front of his eyes, Baekhwa’s snow-white face and red lips came closer.

“You’re planning to leave, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“Then can’t you stay with this girl tonight?”

“We are together, aren’t we?”

“Sometimes I get confused whether you’re being sincere, Young Master.”

“I’m always sincere.”

Having finished his words, Jin Sohyun hugged Baekhwa and launched himself into the air.

The destination they arrived at, crossing the air, was the bed.

“Oh my!”

Baekhwa, who was surprised by the sudden development, blinked her large eyes.

“You could have at least said something…”

Jin Sohyun’s hand covered her mouth.

Baekhwa, who realized that his gaze was directed outside the door, soon noticed that someone had come to find them.

Soon after, Eumyu’s voice was heard from outside the door.

“Lord. It’s me, Eumyu.”

At Eumyu’s sudden visit, Jin Sohyun was quite flustered.

‘What should I do?’

He needed Eumyu to meet Ok Myeon.

Because just by his presence, Jin Sohyun could become Baekmyeon.

But he couldn't just let Eumyu in like this, as it would raise too much suspicion.

As Jin Sohyun’s worries deepened, Eumyu’s call was heard again from outside.

“Lord?”

‘What should I do…’

It was when Jin Sohyun was about to make a decision.

Baekhwa stood up from the bed.

“Leave this to me.”

Baekhwa, who had left the bed, took off her clothes one by one and tousled her hair.

“It doesn’t matter if you look, but don’t stare too much. This girl is shy.”

Jin Sohyun, wearing Baekmyeon’s mask, buried himself deep in the bed and turned his head.

In the meantime, Baekhwa, who had taken off all her clothes and was only wearing a silk robe, opened the closed door.

“Lord…”

Eumyu, who was about to kick the door in and enter, was startled by the appearance of Baekhwa, who had opened the door.

“What’s wrong?”

From between the robe, which seemed to have been hastily put on and barely covered the important parts, Baekhwa’s white naked body was revealed.

Her neatly combed hair was disheveled, and her flushed cheeks were red.

An uneven breath leaked out irregularly from her open mouth.

“Is the lord… inside?”

Eumyu asked, staring into the air, unable to meet Baekhwa’s eyes.

“Yes. He seemed to have liked the banquet at the Cheonhwagak and fell into a deep sleep. Is there anything I can tell him?”

“No. I will come back tomorrow.”

Eumyu looked back and forth between the soundly sleeping Baekmyeon and Baekhwa and then left the place.

Baekhwa, after confirming that Eumyu had left, closed the door and returned to the bed.

“He’s gone.”

“Thank you. I was saved thanks to you.”

“Oh my, are you going to thank me without even looking at my face?”

“I’ll do that when you’re fully dressed.”

“That’s just like you, Young Master Beom.”

Baekhwa, after getting dressed, lay down next to Jin Sohyun.

“I’ll go back to the chair.”

As Jin Sohyun was about to stand up, Baekhwa grabbed his hand.

“When this is over… will you come back?”

At her question, Jin Sohyun thought for a moment and then said.

“No. I probably won’t be back.”

The city of pleasure and Jin Sohyun did not match.

Baekhwa also knew this.

She also knew well that there was no space for her in his heart.

“Perhaps today is the last time for you and me, Young Master, so just let me be by your side. I won’t do anything.”

At Baekhwa’s request, which was filled with a desperate sincerity, Jin Sohyun had no choice but to lie back down on the bed.

And so, the two spent their time with their eyes closed, without any further conversation.

And so, after a few hours had passed.

As the day broke, Jin Sohyun got dressed and put on the white mask.

And as if he had been waiting for such a Jin Sohyun, Eumyu appeared.

“Have you woken up?”

“Yes. Report.”

“Jeokmyeon is secretly gathering martial artists in Honggang. It seems…”

“He’s aiming for my neck.”

“What should we do?”

“It’s better this way. That foolish Jeokmyeon is digging his own grave.”

A sly laugh leaked out from inside the mask.

“Listen carefully from now on. Eumyu. If we do this well… not only Jeokmyeon’s position, but all of Honggang can be made mine.”

“What should I do?”

At Eumyu’s question, Jin Sohyun put his hands behind his back and said.

“I have to meet Ok Myeon.”

The two eyes revealed between the mask sparkled slyly.

“Of course, before that… we have to do some work.”

(End of Chapter)