The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

“What do you mean?”

At Peng Ohyun’s question, Gu Yong squatted down in front of a dead body and began to explain.

“The Blood-Sucking Sword Demon has only taken the blood of masters so far. According to Great Master Kang, it seemed to be to steal their martial arts. But… the martial artists of the Nanchang branch have all had their blood taken.”

Only then did the faces of the martial artists who had understood Gu Yong’s meaning harden.

“It means that he is now taking internal energy, regardless of whether they are masters or low-level martial artists.”

“Then.”

“The number of victims… will increase.”

The martial artists’ hearts became anxious.

In particular, the Nanchang branch was a branch that existed right next to Mount Wudang.

And yet, the fact that not a single Wudang Daoist was visible meant.

‘It means they were annihilated without even having time to request support.’

“We don’t have time to wait for the child to wake up. We have to move.”

The remaining martial artists agreed with Yeom Yoa’s assertion, but the problem was that there was no way to know where the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon had moved.

In the meantime, Gu Yong went inside the branch and took out a map.

“So far, the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon has only targeted the branches of the Martial Alliance. Then…”

“There’s a high possibility that he will target the nearest branch next.”

“That’s right. But… there’s one problem.”

On the map that Gu Yong pointed to, there were two branches.

One was the Yichang branch, located south of Hubei Province.

And the other was the Nanyang branch, located south of Henan Province.

“The distance is similar for both. The problem is that the directions of the two branches are opposite, so we have to choose. If not…”

Gwak Myeong and Gu Jucheol faced each other.

“We’ll have to split up.”

“That’s right.”

“Let’s divide the personnel. And Gu Yong, you go to the Wudang Sect and request support.”

“Yes!”

While Gu Yong was running to Mount Wudang, Gu Jucheol gathered the martial artists in one place and said.

“From now on, we will be divided into two groups.”

***

Thud— thud—!

The man who was walking along the path suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The long, blood-red blade shone with a clear scarlet light.

“It’s dizzying.”

Ma Seongun raised his hand and pressed his temple.

He couldn't tell how many people’s blood he had devoured.

It was a natural thing.

Because he had given up on counting.

As soon as he entered the Nanchang branch, he had stabbed the first person he saw in the chest.

The Bloodstone Sword had greedily sucked the blood, and the thick, fresh blood that had entered through his hand along the hilt had gathered in his lower abdomen.

The Blood Jade had devoured their blood.

At the same time, their memories had been sucked into Ma Seongun’s mind.

After that, he couldn't even remember properly.

When he came to his senses, there was no one alive around Ma Seongun.

“Well… does it matter.”

Take what you can take.

Throw away what you can throw away.

He erased the useless martial arts of the low-level martial artists from his mind and walked along the path, recalling only the martial arts of those who were somewhat useful.

How long had he walked like that?

As he pushed through the trees and moved forward, a small estate appeared before his eyes.

A small garden where old trees had grown affectionately also came into view.

Ma Seongun kicked the tip of his foot and flew to the estate.

A woman appeared in front of Ma Seongun, who had cut through the wind and landed on the estate.

A height and large build that was bigger than most men.

Reddish-brown hair.

Brown eyes revealed on a wrinkled face.

The middle-aged woman said this.

“So a day like this comes when you live long enough.”

As the woman stretched out her hand, a sword flew in from somewhere.

The middle-aged woman, who was holding a long and wide sword in her hand, asked with a smiling face.

“Yes. Who are you.”

“You don’t need to know.”

“Even though I’m blind to the news of the martial world, I know that there is a person with such a thick killing intent and a blood-red blade.”

The middle-aged woman, who had gripped her sword, put it on her shoulder and laughed heartily.

“Blood-Sucking Sword Demon. You must have known whose house this is before you crawled in, right?”

“…The Sword Saint, Hong Yumong.”

“Haha! That’s right. This is my house and my territory.”

The Five Great Masters of the Central Plains.

The Sword Saint, Hong Yumong.

Her blade aimed at Ma Seongun.

“Give me your two arms, or give me your neck. If you don’t like either, then die here.”

“You talk too much.”

“That’s right. I talked too much.”

Ma Seongun raised his sword and defended the front.

And at the same time, a force of great power, as if it would crush a mountain, fell like a thunderbolt.

Koo-oong—!!

***

“It’s chaotic, so chaotic!”

Mu Yu’s head was complicated with the news that was being delivered without a break.

Moreover, the Hao Sect, which had been bringing all kinds of information from the Central Plains, had begun to fall silent.

‘Since the branches were attacked all at once, they won’t be able to move easily.’

It wasn't that he didn't understand.

Because since the Hao Sect was born, there had never been such a dangerous time.

The problem was that the eyes and ears of the Heretic Path's Alliance were closed.

It wasn't that the Heretic Path's Alliance didn't have its own information organization, but it wasn't to the extent that it could replace the eyes and ears of the Hao Sect, which filled the Central Plains as much as the beggars of the Beggars' Sect.

“The leader is not interested in such things.”

What made Mu Yu even more confused was the leader, Ju Cheon.

He rather liked the current chaotic situation of the Central Plains.

“Phew…”

Mu Yu, who had dedicated his entire life to the single-minded goal of making the Heretic Path's Alliance the ruler of the martial world, looked down at his own wrinkled back of his hand.

“I don’t have much time left.”

Mu Yu, who had pretended not to see his wrinkled hand, picked up the letter on the table.

‘Was it a gift from the Hao Sect Master.’

The letter that the Hao Sect, which had become unable to play the role of an information organization, had sent as a gift.

Mu Yu, who had picked up the letter with an indifferent face, soon shot up from his seat as soon as he read the contents of the letter.

“This damn thing!!”

In the letter, the three names of Jin Sohyun were written.

Moreover, he was currently alive and well.

And he had become stronger than when he had fought the Nameless Pavilion.

He was getting stronger day by day.

Perhaps.

“He might become the next number one in the world?”

Mu Yu scratched his head and spun around in his place.

‘If the leader finds out about this…’

He has to take responsibility.

For the future of the Heretic Path's Alliance.

The obstacle that would be the biggest hindrance to the leader’s purpose is alive.

Mu Yu walked quickly, holding his pounding heart.

The place he was headed for was the basement of the Heretic Path's Alliance.

Mu Yu, who had gone down the spiral staircase endlessly, lit a torch in the pupil where not a single ray of light came in.

Following that, as the lanterns lit up one by one, light appeared in the dark underground pupil.

As light was revealed in the darkness, a light appeared in the darkness.

“Come out.”

Stealthily.

Fifty men, who had walked hesitantly as if they were afraid of the light.

“Mangryang.”

Among the men in tattered black martial arts uniforms, the one with the smallest build walked out.

A small height and build that could be mistaken for a child of about ten.

Indifferent eyes were faintly revealed between his disheveled hair.

“You called.”

“Release the restraints.”

“Is that an order.”

“Yes. It’s an order.”

Led by the man called Mangryang, the fifty men released the restraints on their wrists, ankles, and necks one by one.

Thump— Thump—!!

As the restraints made of black iron were released, the dark pupil was filled with a menacing momentum.

In a place where an ordinary person would be so scared that they couldn't even stand properly.

Mu Yu commanded Mangryang.

“The time is a little early, but there’s something you have to do.”

“Who do I have to kill?”

Mu Yu took out a parchment from his bosom and handed it to Mangryang.

Mangryang, who had received it, unfolded the parchment and checked the face drawn on it.

“The opponent is a strong person.”

Mangryang stuffed the parchment into his mouth and chewed.

“I am… stronger.”

“Then go and kill him. Don’t leave a single corpse, and chew them all up so that no one knows.”

Mangryang and his forty-nine subordinates began to climb the spiral staircase.

Mu Yu, who was watching this, had a bitter face.

“They’re not guys who should be moving now.”

These were his own weapons that Mu Yu had secretly prepared.

Weapons that could tear apart and chew up anyone.

“Grrr…”

Mangryang, who had seen the light after a long time, frowned, covering the sun with his hand.

Mangryang commanded, grinding his awl-like teeth.

“Follow me. Let’s go. To kill.”

***

“Seup— phew—!”

Jin Sohyun, who had organized his internal energy with a long breath, raised his flying sword.

A huge waterfall was visible in front of his eyes.

The waterfall, which was located in a place where a brave herb gatherer.

Or a traveler wandering in search of a spectacular view would not set foot because the mountain terrain was very rough, was twenty feet high.

Jin Sohyun, who was concentrating on the sound of the waterfall that was hitting his eardrums, threw his first flying sword.

Swoosh—!!

The flying sword that flew quickly was sucked into the falling waterfall.

And then, the explosion began.

Boom—!!

Before the water droplets could fly in all directions, Jin Sohyun threw his flying swords in succession.

Each was an explosive flying sword filled with Jin Sohyun’s internal energy.

Eight flying swords were sucked into the waterfall in succession and created a huge explosion.

Kwa-ga-ga-gang—!!

At the tremendous explosive pressure, the waterfall defied the laws of nature and soared into the sky.

In between, Jin Sohyun aimed his last, tenth sword forward.

‘The Sword of Nothingness.’

The last sword of the Flying Heaven Ten Sword Art.

The Sword of Nothingness moved forward.

The flying sword was sucked into the space hidden in the waterfall and pierced through everything it touched.

“Oops!”

Jin Sohyun had to run in a hurry and struggle to pull out the tenth flying sword that was embedded deep in the rock.

“Keung!!”

Jin Sohyun, who had succeeded in pulling out the sword with only pure strength because he had used up all his internal energy, came out of the cave in the waterfall.

Swoosh!

The water droplets of the waterfall that had soared into the sky poured down like rain.

Although he was hit by a downpour of water in the season when winter had come, he didn't feel bad.

Rather, his head felt refreshed as he was covered in cold water.

“The Sword of Nothingness is good, but it’s too slow.”

Jin Sohyun scratched his head and spun his flying sword.

The Sword of Nothingness was a powerful flying sword technique that could pierce anything it touched, but the problem was that it was too slow.

It was an ultimate technique that could not be easily used unless the opponent was in a situation where they could not move their body.

Moreover, to use the Sword of Nothing't, he had to consume all the internal energy in his dantian.

“Can’t it be faster and used multiple times?”

Jin Sohyun sat on a rock and was lost in thought.

While unfolding the Sword of Nothingness, which could not be blocked by anything in the world, multiple times.

Couldn't it be done faster?

“Is it greed after all? Well, there’s no way I can do what my master couldn't.”

Jin Sohyun’s worries did not last long.

For a lazybones, even the time to worry for a long time was a luxury.

“For now, I can just break his limbs with the explosive flying sword and then hit him with the Sword of Nothingness. Ah, but did he say he used Master Bi’s lightness skill? Now that I think about it, I’m getting angry.”

Hadn't someone gone through all sorts of hardships to learn Bieunggaek’s lightness skill?

Of course, that was also an unbelievably short time, but there was no way Jin Sohyun would know this.

To him, Ma Seongun was an irreconcilable enemy who had killed his master and had even stolen his martial arts.

“Who are you?”

A middle-aged man appeared behind Jin Sohyun, who was organizing his place and was about to go down.

Jin Sohyun, who had discovered him, blinked his eyes.

“Who are you?”

“That’s what I should be asking.”

A shabby gray martial arts uniform that seemed to be ten years old.

An unkempt beard and disheveled hair.

A middle-aged man who seemed to be over fifty appeared next to the rock where Jin Sohyun was.

“Get lost! This is the training ground of me! The Fist Saint, Ju Opal!”

Jin Sohyun scratched his cheek as he looked at the suddenly appeared Ju Opal.

“What?”

Who did you say you were?

(End of Chapter)