The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Wanderers?

What’s the big deal about that, why are they making such a fuss?

The one who first expressed the question was Gu Yong.

“Wanderers? Please explain so that I can understand.”

“This is Honggang. It’s common for wanderers to come, but the problem is the scale!”

“What’s the scale like?”

“Among the wanderers of the Central Plains, there is something called the Wanderer Association. The names are all different, but there are over three hundred well-known Wanderer Associations in the Central Plains alone. But now… over a hundred Wanderer Associations are flocking to Honggang.”

“Over a hundred… you say?”

Gu Yong, who had finally grasped the situation, shot up from his seat.

No matter how outstanding the Beggars' Sect’s information network was, their information power on wanderers was no match for the Hao Sect.

Moreover, Honggang was the Hao Sect’s territory.

And over a hundred Wanderer Associations were flocking there.

“The number of wanderers who have joined the Wanderer Association?”

At Gwak Myeong’s question, who had quickly grasped the situation, Gu Yong answered instead.

“If it’s a well-known Wanderer Association, there will be at least a hundred.”

“And there are over a hundred of those…”

Over a hundred Wanderer Associations with a hundred wanderers each are gathering in Honggang.

Then, even with a simple calculation, it meant that over ten thousand wanderers were moving to Honggang.

“The wanderers of the Wanderer Association are said to be nine chickens and one crane.”

Nine chickens and one crane.

“The majority will be low-level martial artists who haven't escaped the third-rate, but among them, there will be first-class masters.”

Even if one in ten is a master, if there are ten thousand wanderers, the number of masters to be wary of among them is a whopping one thousand.

‘We have to move first before we get surrounded!’

Gu Jucheol shouted, placing his hand on the map of the Central Plains.

“Gwak Myeong and Yeom Yoa, gather all the disciples right now.”

“Yes.”

“Yes!”

As Gwak Myeong and Yeom Yoa rushed out, Gu Jucheol pulled Gu Yong.

“The closest sects are Huashan and Zhongnan, right?”

“To the west are Huashan and Zhongnan, and to the east is the Hebei Peng Clan. To the south is the Shaolin Temple.”

“The wanderers’ movements?”

Jeokmyeon took out the letters from his bosom and quickly scanned them.

“According to the last news… over a hundred Wanderer Associations are said to be approaching from the south and west.”

“West and south… so they’ve blocked the way to Shaanxi and Henan in advance.”

Now, the only place to go was east.

‘Then what’s left is Hebei?’

“Gu Yong! Request support from the Peng Clan.”

“I understand!”

As Gu Yong hurriedly left to deliver the letter, Gu Jucheol looked down at the map of the Central Plains once more.

The large map.

It couldn't be, but.

It shimmered.

“A wave is coming.”

A wave is coming.

Creating a strong current.

***

“That’s right. Hahahaha! Seol is a genius, a genius!”

“Hehe…”

“Seol, what shall we play this time?”

Beomgang, Moyong Susu, and Oh Seolhwa, who had come at some point, giggled with Cha Seol between them.

In particular, Beomgang was looking at Cha Seol with eyes that seemed to contain honey.

“Those guys… what’s wrong with them?”

At Jong Ryeo'ak’s question, Hyeok Ugun also had a puzzled face.

“I don’t know. They say they’ve been like that ever since they met the child named Cha Seol.”

“Hmm.”

Jong Ryeo'ak, who was displeased with their appearance of not just liking but adoring Cha Seol, sneered and said.

“If you have time to chatter like that, go out and swing a sword.”

Even at Jong Ryeo'ak’s sharp criticism, the three didn't care at all.

Rather, they smiled and stroked Cha Seol’s head.

“Crazy bastards.”

Cha Seol, who had discovered the annoyed Jong Ryeo'ak, shot up from her seat and approached him with quick steps.

“What is it?”

Jong Ryeo'ak lit up his twin wicks.

Nevertheless, Cha Seol smiled brightly.

“My name is Cha Seol. Shall we be friends?”

“What? Why should I be friends with you…”

“Seol! Hahaha! I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”

“Giggle! It’s fun!”

Jin Sohyun blinked his eyes as he watched Jong Ryeo'ak, who was laughing heartily as if he was so happy, with Cha Seol on his neck.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“It’s not just that guy.”

“Cha Seol! Cha Seol!”

“So cute!”

“I love you!”

The disciples who were near Cha Seol had at some point become the girl’s ardent followers.

The only ones who were in their right minds were the few disciples who were not near Cha Seol.

Cheon Yerang, one of the few who had maintained her sanity, approached.

“What’s wrong?”

“It seems Seol is making friends.”

Cheon Yerang, who had understood the situation at once, nodded her head.

“It seems Seol’s Soul Seduction Art has become stronger since she took the Cold Condensing Snow Ginseng.”

“The effect is good.”

After taking the Cold Condensing Snow Ginseng, Cha Seol’s Great Luo Soul Capturing Art had become even stronger.

Now, just by meeting her eyes, everyone was becoming Cha Seol’s follower.

Jin Sohyun, who thought that it couldn't go on like this, approached Cha Seol.

“Seol.”

“Yes!”

“Let’s stop making friends.”

Jin Sohyun placed his hand on Cha Seol’s head.

“…Yes.”

Cha Seol, who had pouted her lips, closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled at a very slow speed.

And she clapped her hands as if in prayer—!

At that moment, the disciples who had come to their senses blinked their eyes and scratched their heads.

“Why am I…?”

“What happened?”

While the dumbfounded disciples had faces that said they didn't know what was going on, Gwak Myeong and Yeom Yoa jumped up from the floor below at the same time.

Among them, Gwak Myeong shouted quickly.

“Pack your things and move right now! Right now!”

No one asked for the reason.

As the disciples scattered in all directions, Cha Seol grabbed the hem of Jin Sohyun’s clothes with a frightened face.

“What’s wrong?”

At Jin Sohyun’s question, Gwak Myeong roughly explained the situation.

“Wanderers… then as expected, they must have moved, right?”

“Yes. It seems the Four Guests that Ok Myeon mentioned are moving.”

The ones leading the ten thousand wanderers were one of the Four Guests that Ok Myeon had mentioned.

Or there was a high possibility that it was all of them.

“Let’s leave this place for now. If we get surrounded like this, an uncontrollable fight will begin.”

“Master.”

“Hmm?”

Jin Sohyun said with a faint smile on his face.

“May I ask you a favor?”

The disciples of the Blue Dragon and White Tiger Daoist Temples, who had been resting or taking care of their wounds at the Cheonhwagak, also heard the situation and finished their preparations to move.

“It’s a race against time. Let’s move!”

“Yes!”

Gwak Myeong stood at the head of the disciples and said.

“We’re going east.”

***

Gu Jucheol stood at the front.

Behind him stood Gwak Myeong and Song Wu, and the very end of the group was taken by Yeom Yoa and Tang Hocheol.

Yeom Yoa, who had a steel sword at her waist instead of a flexible sword, was the last, and the disciples left the Cheonhwagak.

Jeokmyeon, who was watching this from a distance, said in a sigh-filled voice.

“Uh… Young Master Jin.”

“Hmm?”

“Before you leave, may I ask you one favor?”

“What is it?”

Jeokmyeon held out his right hand and let out a deep sigh as if the ground would collapse.

And he said, biting his lower lip as if he had made a decision.

“Please… cut off my arm.”

“You want me to cut off your arm?”

At the unexpected request, Jin Sohyun’s eyebrows twitched.

At that, Jeokmyeon hurriedly explained.

“If one of the Four Guests comes to find me, won’t I need an excuse that I didn’t betray them? This much should make me less suspicious.”

“Jeokmyeon.”

“Yes.”

“Grit your teeth.”

“Ah, w-wait! Let me prepare my mind…”

Swish—!

His vision flashed, and a terrible pain rushed in from below his right shoulder.

But no blood spurted out.

Because Jin Sohyun had blocked all his pressure points at the same time as cutting off his arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Ugh… I’m… I’m fine.”

While Jeokmyeon was getting help from Gwan O to stop the bleeding, Cha Seol and Beomgang came to find Jin Sohyun.

“Little brother.”

“Stay at the Jin Clan estate for the time being. It will be safe there.”

“I refuse.” 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

“Why? Do you have somewhere else to go?”

Beomgang, who had nodded his head, lightly tapped Jin Sohyun’s chest with his hand.

“I heard you’re fighting the wanderers. I’m not a fool. And I’m not someone who would just watch my little brother in danger.”

“This is my business.”

“The red sword.”

Beomgang’s face was colored with a seriousness that had never been seen before.

“It’s the sword that made my master die. My master told me to be careful of the one with a sword as red as blood.”

The Fist King, Beom Utae.

The deep stab wound that had made him die was Ma Seongun’s.

“Little brother. Just like you, I also lost my master. And we… might have the same enemy. So give me a chance too.”

Beomgang clenched his fist tightly.

As befitting the one and only disciple of the Fist King, an unusual energy leaked from Beomgang’s fist.

Jin Sohyun, who had felt his resolve, said.

“It will be dangerous. You could die.”

“Don’t worry! This older brother won’t die so easily! Hahaha!”

Jin Sohyun, who had nodded his head, then turned his head to follow Cha Seol.

Cha Seol, whom he had found, was stroking Jeokmyeon’s head in front of him.

“How is it? It doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”

“Yes. Since Seol is stroking it, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“That’s a relief.”

Cha Seol had made Jeokmyeon forget his pain with the Great Luo Soul Capturing Art.

Although the actual pain would not disappear, for the time being, he would be able to forget the pain of his arm being cut off.

“Is this child Cha Seol.”

Following that, Kang Cheon, who had finished his treatment, appeared and looked down at Cha Seol.

“I-I am Cha Seol.”

Cha Seol bowed her head deeply.

Kang Cheon lightly stroked Seol’s head and then looked at Jin Sohyun.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s move.”

Kang Cheon and Jin Sohyun left the Cheonhwagak.

“Master.”

At Jin Sohyun’s voice calling him, Kang Cheon stopped in his tracks.

“What is it?”

Jin Sohyun hesitated for a moment and then took a now-proficient cupped fist posture and bowed his head slightly.

“Please take care of yourself.”

“Hahaha!!”

Kang Cheon’s hand strongly patted Jin Sohyun’s shoulder.

“Now you’re even worrying about your master… you’ve grown up a lot. You arrogant brat.”

Unlike his rough words, Kang Cheon’s eyes were full of affection for Jin Sohyun.

“Don’t worry. Unlike Bieunggaek, I still have a lot of lingering attachments to the world. So you be careful, you brat.”

“I understand.”

“Then, I’ll go first.”

Kang Cheon, who had finished his words, kicked the ground toward the south.

As his body became a dot in an instant and disappeared, Jin Sohyun got dressed and turned around.

Beomgang and Cha Seol stood side by side in front of Jin Sohyun.

Facing the two, Jin Sohyun said.

“We’re going west.”

***

One hundred and five Wanderer Associations.

Over ten thousand wanderers had gathered in the north of the Central Plains.

Their destination was Honggang.

While the procession of wanderers continued endlessly like a rushing wave, in their center was a man wearing a bamboo hat.

“Where are these brats going to go?”

West?

East?

South?

Or are they going to go up north?

“I hope they make it fun, whichever way it is.”

A group of martial artists approached the man who was tapping a long sword on the ground with his hands behind his back.

They were the wanderers of the Wanderer Association.

“We’ll be at Honggang soon.”

The Second Guest, one of the Four Guests, lifted his bamboo hat and looked at Honggang, the city of the best entertainment and pleasure in Shanxi, which was visible in the distance.

“What should we do?”

The Second Guest’s fingertip pointed to the highest place in Honggang.

The Cheonhwagak.

“To get the fruit, you have to shake the tree.”

(End of Chapter)