The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Following that, the 5th and 6th units advanced along the path that the martial artists who had gone ahead had made.

Seniors and juniors.

Using the corpses of the martial artists who might have been born in the same year and at the same time as a stepping stone.

The martial artists in white advanced.

On their pure white martial arts uniforms, blood that did not match was soaked.

“Here they come!”

The Heretic Path's Alliance and the men in black who had occupied the Martial Alliance poured out endlessly to kill the martial artists in white.

Blades flew in from all directions, and the screams of the dead and the empty last words of those whose lives were fading echoed like a funeral song.

“Our sacrifice today may not make the name of Emei be remembered forever, but for this moment… we will make them never forget the name of Emei.”

Jeongu Satae stared at the nuns of the Demon Subduing Sword Unit.

On the faces of those who had prepared for death, a mixture of resolute will and fear was visible.

‘They must be afraid.’

Who is there that does not fear death?

Even those who had cultivated deeply could not help but feel fear at the moment they faced death.

Nevertheless, Jeongu Satae raised her sword.

It was a newly forged sword.

“Nevertheless, I must advance.”

Jeongu Satae stared at the battlefield where a bloody wind was blowing, with the Demon Subduing Sword Unit.

“Because we are martial artists.”

Before being a monk, Jeongu Satae was a single martial artist.

She was a swordswoman who held a sword, a martial artist of the righteous martial world who wore white.

And a disciple of the Emei Sect.

“Let’s go.”

“7th unit! Prepare!”

At the shout of Zhuge Suk, who was watching the battlefield from a tower made of wood, Jeongu Satae stood shoulder to shoulder with Cheongheo Jinren, who was also preparing for battle.

“We are together again.”

“That’s right.”

A faint smile was drawn on the lips of Cheongheo Jinren, who was preparing for battle with the few surviving martial artists of the Qingcheng Sect.

“With the will of Buddhism and the will of Daoism together, I couldn’t be more reassured.”

“I am also happy to be with Qingcheng.”

“Oh my… am I intruding without any sense?”

Cheongheo Jinren and Jeongu Satae turned around.

“Great Master Tang.”

Tang Hocheol came close to them with Tang Surim.

“Let us join you. Although we could not lend our strength in the battle in Sichuan, I am also a martial artist of the Tang family.”

“If you join us, Great Master Tang, it is an honor for us.”

“The Sichuan Alliance has gathered again.”

“It’s a small group.”

A gentle smile appeared on the tense faces of the three.

“Then let’s go. To show them the spicy taste of Sichuan.”

Cheongheo Jinren and Jeongu Satae, who had nodded their heads at Tang Hocheol’s words, stood shoulder to shoulder at the forefront.

Soon after, the martial artist of the alliance who was watching the situation at the entrance of the battlefield raised a flag.

“7th unit, enter!”

***

‘Is this the fourth gate?’

Namgung Muhyeok wiped his forehead with his sleeve without even having time to check if it was sweat or blood and shook his head from side to side.

‘The resistance is stronger than I thought!’

Both the righteous and heretic paths, the Martial Alliance and the Heretic Path's Alliance, knew that there was no place to retreat anymore.

That’s why in the old site of the Martial Alliance, which had become the final battlefield, the martial artists in white and black were entangled and fighting a desperate battle.

Namgung Muhyeok, who had passed the third of the five gates, blocked the approaching spear and exhaled.

‘It’s heavy.’

At the familiar heaviness felt at his fingertips, Namgung Muhyeok raised his head.

“Masok.”

In front of the fourth gate, finally, the Five Evils revealed themselves.

Among them, the name of the one who faced Namgung Muhyeok was the Dragon Throwing Killing Fiend, Masok.

“We met again, Namgung.”

“I wanted to meet you one more time anyway, so this is good.”

Namgung Muhyeok gripped his sword again and smiled.

“Don’t bluff. This time too, you… are a mess.”

Although he didn’t want to admit it, it was as Masok had said.

Until he came to the third gate.

Numerous martial artists had been sacrificed, and the martial artists of the 1st and 2nd units, who had bravely opened the path, were mostly left at the 2nd and 3rd gates, blocking the ‘path’ from being cut off.

Thanks to that, after passing the third gate, Namgung Muhyeok, who had to fight for his life against the men in black who had appeared, emitting a strong killing intent, was a mess.

Nevertheless, Namgung Muhyeok stood tall and raised his sword.

“I’m not fighting because I can. I’m fighting because I have to.”

“Is that so? How ironic.”

Masok’s spear aimed at Namgung Muhyeok’s front.

“I am in this place because I want to fight.”

“Yes, how ironic.”

The one who stood on the battlefield because he wanted to fight and the one who stood on the battlefield because he had to.

Masok and Namgung Muhyeok glared at each other and then flicked the tips of their feet without anyone having to say anything.

At the footwork of the two martial artists who possessed powerful strength, the earth swayed and was shattered.

The tip of Masok’s spear and the tip of Namgung Muhyeok’s sword clashed.

Kwang—!!

“It’s already started over there.”

Kang Cheon collected his flying swords and stared at the front.

Three martial artists blocked him.

The other three demon fiends that made up the Five Evils.

The Demon Spirit Throwing Evil, Ju Baek.

The One Sword Severing Evil, Yi Changsu.

And the White Cat Sound Evil, Churyeonghoe.

The three demon fiends glared at Kang Cheon, took out their respective weapons, and then curled the corners of their mouths, showing an expectant gaze.

“To meet the Ten Flying Blood Ghost… this is a great honor.”

Churyeonghoe said this and stepped back.

“Fighting head-on is not my specialty. I’ll leave the sweaty battle with the famous Ten Flying Blood Ghost to you two.”

Churyeonghoe disappeared, winking one eye.

As if they had already expected this behavior of hers, Ju Baek and Yi Changsu showed no reaction.

Among them, Ju Baek, who was wearing a fist guard on his bare hands, said.

“I am Ju Baek. It is an honor to meet the Ten Flying Blood Ghost.”

“Yi Changsu. Don’t think it’s cowardly to attack together. This is…”

“A war.”

At Kang Cheon’s words, which replaced Yi Changsu’s, the two martial artists nodded their heads.

Because there was no act more foolish than seeking honor in a war.

The two demon fiends rushed at Kang Cheon at the same time, as if they had promised.

The two demon fiends, who were closing the distance from the left and right, threw a punch and a slash, respectively.

‘They’re strong.’

The power of the number one masters of the heretic path, who were called the Five Evils, was not at a level that even Kang Cheon could easily ignore.

‘I have to kill these bastards here.’

For the righteous martial world.

And for his one and only disciple, Kang Cheon raised his flying swords.

“I can play the role of a master after a long time.”

His flying swords flicked away the punch and slash that were approaching at the speed of lightning.

At the same time, two flying swords pierced through the momentary gap and aimed for the chests of Ju Baek and Yi Changsu.

Seureung—!

“Keuk!”

“Ugh!”

Ju Baek and Yi Changsu staggered and corrected their posture.

But without even having time for that, the two demon fiends quickly struck the flying swords that were approaching, aiming for the back of their heads.

‘I can’t get caught up in Kang Cheon’s breathing.’

‘I’ll break through.’

The two masters, who had surpassed the level of the super-peak, did not need to convey their will with words.

Because they already knew what they had to do, Yi Changsu lowered his posture and pulled his sword deeply to his chest level.

“Hoo-wook—!”

At the same time as inhaling, Yi Changsu’s two ankles dug deep into the ground, to the point where they were not visible.

‘Here it comes.’

Kang Cheon, who had felt a terrifying momentum from Yi Changsu, inhaled and pulled three flying swords.

“Heung—! I don’t think this is a place for me to interfere.”

Churyeonghoe watched the fight between Kang Cheon and the two demon fiends and then turned her gaze.

With her sound art, she could have created a slight gap for Yi Changsu and Ju Baek against Kang Cheon, but the Five Evils did not have that much loyalty.

Rather, Churyeonghoe, who had moved her steps to find her own interest, stood on a building and looked down at the battlefield, which was stained with white and black.

“It feels like I’ve become a god.”

Churyeonghoe laughed as if it were funny and put down the zither she had brought.

“Then… shall we start the performance for our martial world’s chivalrous guests?”

With a sly smile, Churyeonghoe’s delicate hands began to pluck the zither.

Tiriring—!

At the beautiful melody that echoed on the battlefield, the martial artists were engulfed in a strange feeling.

“Wh-what is it?”

“What’s with the song…”

Without distinguishing between the heretic and righteous paths, the martial artists who were on the battlefield all listened to the beautiful melody with puzzled faces.

But the next moment, the martial artists realized that this was not an ordinary music sound.

“Kkeu… kkeuaaak!”

The martial artists grabbed their heads and began to swing their weapons randomly.

“Ugh! What are you doing!?”

“My head… my head feels like it’s going to break!”

“M-my hands are moving on their own!”

“A-a-avoid it!”

The large music sound that covered the battlefield shook the martial artists’ heads and made their arms and legs move on their own.

The blades that had lost control were swung indiscriminately without distinguishing between friend and foe.

“Kkeueuk!”

The martial artists who were trying to resist the sound art that was messing with their minds collapsed, vomiting blood.

“Hoho! Your qi and blood will be twisted and you will die. Don’t resist recklessly. Just… entrust your body and mind completely to this music. Then you will soon be at ease.”

Churyeonghoe was really feeling like she had become a god.

The feeling of creating pain and death with just her fingertips made her feel an indescribable pleasure.

“This is why I learned sound art.”

Churyeonghoe straightened her ten fingers and smiled coldly.

“And since this place is no longer fun, I’ll let you all close your eyes comfortably!”

The ten fingers plucked the strings, and the melody rushed towards its climax.

It was then.

“Keuk… my… my body is… huh?”

“I-is it done?”

The martial artists, whose bodies and minds were being controlled by the White Cat Sound Fiend’s sound art, showed a bewildered expression at the sudden freedom they had regained.

And the new music sound that was heard.

“My heart…”

“Is becoming at ease.”

Fear disappeared, and the chest swelled up.

“Let’s go! Open the path!”

“For the righteous path!!”

The righteous path martial artists, who were being mercilessly broken, strengthened their resolve, raised their swords once again, and rushed forward, running at the heretic martial artists.

“What… is this?”

Churyeonghoe looked at the front with a flustered face.

In that place, a middle-aged woman was standing tall with a daegeum in one hand.

Although she seemed to be too old to be called a fairy, her beauty could not be hidden.

“You use sound art to kill people.”

“You!?”

“Oh Yoran.”

Surprise and bewilderment were revealed on Churyeonghoe’s face.

“The Heavenly Sound White Flower… I wanted to meet you at least once.”

“Did you?”

“Of course.”

A sly smile spread on Churyeonghoe’s lips.

“I was wondering… how pathetic a person must be to be able to do only that with that much talent and sound art.”

At Churyeeonghoe’s subsequent words, Oh Yoran smiled faintly and caressed the daegeum with her fingertips.

“So how was I when you met me in person?”

“It’s just as I thought.”

As Churyeonghoe’s index finger plucked the first string heavily, the sound became a weapon and flew at Oh Yoran.

At this, Oh Yoran waved her hand and struck the sound wave that Churyeonghoe had sent.

“What wonderful sound art.”

“You are also wonderful, senior. To strike a sound wave… with your bare hands.”

Oh Yoran brought the daegeum to her lips.

“I recently took in a disciple. That child is hopelessly tone-deaf, so no matter how much I teach him, only a strange cry that cannot be called a sound comes out. So one of the many titles that child has is the Strange Sound Saint.” 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

“You have taken in a useless piece of trash as a disciple. Unlike you, senior.”

“Perhaps I might have thought so too.”

Oh Yoran said this and smiled gently.

It was a smile that felt affection and warmth for her disciple.

“But… I think I know now that I have met you.”

“Yes?”

One of Churyeonghoe’s eyes curved long.

“That my disciple is more wonderful than anyone else. Although that child’s music may sound like a strange cry, it contains himself. Unlike you, who plays the sound only for your own greed.”

“Ha…! I was listening, wondering what you were going to say, but it was a story as trashy as your disciple.”

Churyeonghoe placed both hands on the seven strings of the seven-stringed zither.

“I will show you. What real sound art is.”

“No.”

Oh Yoran shook her head.

“Your music will not reach my ears.”

“What did you say?”

“Because you and I are different.”

The face of Oh Yoran, who had been smiling affectionately until now, was turning cold.

“I will show you the difference in level, so listen well and learn well, junior.”

At the pressure that made her flesh tremble, which was emanating from Oh Yoran’s body, Churyeonghoe rather sneered slyly.

“By all means, senior.”

(End of Chapter)