The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

“The annihilation of the martial world… perhaps the will of heaven is already half-fulfilled.”

Zhuge Suk, who was looking down at the battlefield from a high tower, felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

The will and intentions of those they called heaven, which they were even careful to mention, were as good as half-fulfilled.

The Righteous-Heretic War.

The fight between the righteous and heretic paths, with the Martial Alliance and the Heretic Path's Alliance at the center, was a bloody battle of those who were pushed to the brink.

The heretic martial world, which dreamed of conquering the martial world, a feat that had never been achieved in the history of the martial world, and the righteous martial world, which had to kill Ju Cheon and destroy the Heretic Path's Alliance to protect the future of the martial world.

“A fight between those who have no place to retreat.”

The martial artists in black and white, who were fighting a bloody battle, were fighting a desperate battle among the piled-up corpses.

Now, who was the enemy and who was the ally?

Forgetting even why they were fighting, they were just blindly swinging their swords at the enemy in front of them.

“The future of the martial world.”

In fact, Zhuge Suk had not thought much about the future of the martial world.

The reason the Zhuge Clan had chosen the Martial Alliance and the righteous martial world instead of the imperial palace was to become the head of a snake rather than the tail of a dragon.

In the imperial palace, the emperor’s will was as good as the will of heaven, so it was a place where the Zhuge Clan could not unfold its will.

So the Zhuge Clan had left the imperial palace and tried to unfold a new will in the martial world, and thanks to those efforts, the position of the Zhuge Clan in the Martial Alliance was so high that it could not be easily challenged.

“Hmm… to think that I have to entrust the future of the martial world to just one person.”

As the saying goes, don’t put all your eggs in one basket.

Even for Zhuge Suk, who had an excellent intellect, there was no other way.

Because Ju Cheon, who could be said to be the biggest enemy of the current martial world, had the Blood Demon, and the only one who could face him was Jin Sohyun.

“Rather…”

What if the Blood Demon and Jin Sohyun died together?

There was no future more wonderful than that.

“Jin Sohyun.”

If heaven found out that its will had been blocked by just one martial artist.

It was clear that they would not leave him alone.

Zhuge Suk lowered his gaze and looked at the temporary tent where Jin Sohyun was waiting.

“Bird, fly low. If you fly high, the heavens will be angry.”

***

“9th unit, prepare to advance!”

At the shout from outside the tent, Jin Sohyun, who had been closing his eyes, opened them.

‘The ninth.’

Now, there were three more turns until Jin Sohyun’s turn.

“Hoo.”

Jin Sohyun let out a heavy breath from his mouth.

He was not nervous about the upcoming fight.

It was just that he felt afraid of the tragic scene that would unfold before his eyes and his future of having to pass by, ignoring it.

Jin Sohyun turned his gaze and looked at the front.

At the entrance of the tent, a person was sitting cross-legged and meditating.

That person, no, that woman was Cheon Yerang.

The one who Cheon Yusin had placed as Jin Sohyun’s monitor and helper, fearing that Jin Sohyun would not be able to stand it and would rush out.

Cheon Yerang, who had been closing her eyes just like Jin Sohyun, quietly opened them.

“Is there something you want to say?”

Did she feel his gaze?

Cheon Yerang stared at Jin Sohyun with her characteristic large and mysterious eyes.

“No, there isn’t.”

“Are you okay?”

Cheon Yerang stood up from her seat and approached Jin Sohyun.

Her hand gently caressed Jin Sohyun’s cheek.

At Cheon Yerang’s sudden action, Jin Sohyun was uncharacteristically flustered and asked.

“Uh… Young Lady Cheon?”

“Yes?”

Rather, as Cheon Yerang faced him with a puzzled face, Jin Sohyun smiled awkwardly.

“Because you suddenly touched my cheek.”

“…”

Cheon Yerang’s hand quickly fell.

As if she was also flustered, her two cheeks turned slightly red.

Nevertheless, as if she were trying to pretend she was not flustered, Cheon Yerang said calmly.

“Your complexion didn’t look good… I was just trying to check. Because you, Young Master Jin, are our most important power right now.”

“Aha, I’m fine. It’s just… it’s hard to just listen.”

Only then did Cheon Yerang realize why Jin Sohyun’s complexion was not good.

‘He can hear it… the sounds of the battlefield. Because Young Master Jin’s senses are more superior than ours.’

The location of the tent where Jin Sohyun was waiting was quite far from the battlefield.

This was to prevent the attacks of the enemies who were aiming for Jin Sohyun in advance, and another reason was to prevent Jin Sohyun from being swayed by the screams from the battlefield.

But despite these efforts, Jin Sohyun’s sensitive qi sense was feeling the life and death of the martial artists with his whole body.

‘Although he is trying hard to ignore it.’

Cheon Yerang could see that although Jin Sohyun was smiling awkwardly, his heart was not.

It was because of the Blue Eye.

The eye that saw through the movements of things also saw through Jin Sohyun’s inner thoughts.

‘In the first place, it’s a miracle that he has endured until now.’

It was too heavy a burden for one person to bear.

Cheon Yerang bit her lip.

Is there anything she can do?

Cheon Yerang, who was contemplating, walked behind Jin Sohyun.

“Young Lady Cheon?”

“Don’t look back.”

Jin Sohyun, who was about to turn around, had to fix his head forward at Cheon Yerang’s firm voice.

“The first thing I learned since I was born was loyalty to the White Moon Palace.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. After that, I learned about the history of the martial world and the knowledge that a martial artist should know, and when I became old enough to hold a sword, I started to learn martial arts.”

Cheon Yerang said this and bit her lip slightly again.

“This is… all I have learned.”

Jin Sohyun was troubled because he didn’t know what to say.

‘What should I say in a situation like this?’

Since he was not good at speaking, as he was rolling his head and combining appropriate words, Cheon Yerang opened her mouth again.

“So… I’ve almost never learned… or heard… a song.”

“A song?”

“Yes. So… so… please understand.”

Before he could even ask what she wanted him to understand, Cheon Yerang started to sing.

At the sudden song, Jin Sohyun felt strange.

Even for Jin Sohyun, who did not know songs well, it was clearly a clumsy song.

‘Young Lady Cheon…’

Jin Sohyun smiled and listened to Cheon Yerang’s voice.

‘She’s not good at singing.’

Nevertheless, he felt good.

Because he felt like he knew with what heart she was singing a clumsy song to him.

The sound of Cheon Yerang’s song for the tired Jin Sohyun was also heard outside the tent.

“What is this sound?”

“It’s so… beautiful.”

“Could it be…”

The young late-stage prospects who were waiting outside were peeking in front of the tent.

As everyone approached as if they were mesmerized by the clear and beautiful singing voice of Cheon Yerang coming from inside the tent, Cheon Gasung appeared with his sword half-drawn.

“Get lost.”

At his one word, which contained killing intent, the young martial artists who were peeking quickly moved away.

Cheon Gasung sat near the tent and crossed his arms.

“…”

The voice of Cheon Yerang coming from behind him was clearly… beautiful.

“What a useless thing to do…”

Cheon Gasung did not leave the tent even after that.

It was not just to chase away the ruffians who were approaching, mesmerized by the fairy’s voice.

It was just that his steps no longer moved, and Cheon Gasung did not try to find the reason.

Meanwhile, Moyong Susu and Oh Seolhwa, who had also heard Cheon Yerang’s singing, sharpened their swords and whispered.

“Young Lady Cheon is also good at singing. Unfairly.”

“But why is Young Lady Cheon suddenly singing?”

“I don’t know? But it’s nice to listen to.”

While the clumsy singing voice created by Cheon Yerang’s beautiful voice was soothing the hearts of the young late-stage prospects who were nervous and afraid, the martial artists in white were put into the battlefield.

***

“Kkeueuk!” 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

While the beggars of the Beggars' Sect were put into the battlefield, holding their striking clubs, on the other side of the battlefield, other beggars of the Beggars' Sect were falling, bleeding.

“Heok— heok—!”

The only beggar who was standing, panting, bit his lip lightly.

“I will never… let you go.”

“Keep your promise.”

A desolate voice, like a demon from purgatory, echoed coldly.

The beggar’s legs trembled with fear.

In front of him stood an old fiend with empty eyes and disheveled hair.

“Go back! You evil…!”

The beggar’s striking club aimed for the old man’s head.

But the old man reached out and simply grabbed the beggar’s striking club.

“Ugh!”

“I will kill you first.”

“No…!”

The striking club in the old man’s hand was shattered, and at the same time, the beggar’s body was sent flying.

The beggar, who was rolling on the floor, hit a wall and vomited blood from his mouth.

“Hehehe… I will kill them all!”

Deolkeong—!

The moment the black flame that had bloomed from the old man’s two hands was about to burn all the beggars surrounding him.

The firmly closed iron gate opened, and a man appeared.

He looked around with a dry face.

“What is all this fuss?”

“This voice…”

The old man became even more enraged, came close to the man who had opened the door and appeared, and gnashed his teeth.

Ttak— ttak—!

“You!”

The old man, who had instantly come to the man, reached out and grabbed his neck.

Although it was a slender hand to the point where the bones were visible, the strength contained in it was by no means slender.

The powerful grip, which was strong enough to crush even a steel bar, seemed like it would break the man’s neck, but the man was not swayed.

He just faced the old man with unwavering eyes.

“You don’t seem to be afraid.”

The old man without eyes, Dan Mugi, could not feel fear from the man he was facing right in front of him, Ryang.

“You are also empty and void like me.”

Even without eyes, Ryang’s emptiness was felt.

“You can kill me.”

For Ryang, who wished for the end, death was just a guest who should have come a long time ago.

But it was then.

“Ryang…”

The beggar, who had barely come to his senses, recognized Ryang and opened his mouth with difficulty towards him.

“Run… away…”

The beggar stuttered and barely swung the striking club he was holding at Dan Mugi’s ankle.

Although it was just a struggle with almost no strength, Dan Mugi was not in a good mood.

“A mere beggar… how dare you!”

A black current gathered in Dan Mugi’s hand.

Although he had been locked up for decades, the power of Dan Mugi, which was forged with the evil of that time, was by no means weak.

As the power that could melt several people with just one palm strike gathered in Dan Mugi’s palm, Ryang said.

“Wait.”

“…”

“I… will guide you. So follow me quietly.”

“You will guide me?”

“Yes. What you want is not the lives of those beggars, but the Blood Jade, right?”

“Blood Jade… Blood Jade…!”

A joyful laugh came from Dan Mugi’s mouth.

“Keep your promise. Guide me to the place where the Blood Jade is! Right now!”

“I will guide you, so leave the beggars alone.”

Dan Mugi readily accepted Ryang’s condition.

Because the lives of the beggars were as unimportant as the lives of ants to Dan Mugi.

“Guide me!”

“Follow me.”

“If you are thinking of tricking me again this time…”

“Do as you please.”

Ryang came out of the iron gate with Dan Mugi.

The groans of the beggars saying no were heard from behind him, but Ryang replied lightly with a dry voice.

“You idiots… take care of your own lives.”

With these words, Ryang closed the iron gate and left with Dan Mugi.

The place they arrived at was the old site of the Martial Alliance.

Keungkeung—!

The corners of Dan Mugi’s mouth, who was sniffing, curled up.

“It’s the smell of blood. It’s very strong… the Martial Alliance is shedding a lot of blood this time too, just like back then.”

“This way.”

“Where are you guiding me?”

“The waterway.”

“The waterway… you say?”

“That’s the only way to enter the Martial Alliance without being noticed.”

Ryang recalled the blueprint of the Martial Alliance that he had seen by chance in the past.

Although the waterway was small and narrow, to the point where people could not pass through, there was no other place to enter secretly.

And in the waterway they arrived at, blood was flowing instead of water.

The smell of blood pierced their noses, but the two did not care.

Dan Mugi, who was engulfed in the desire to take only the Blood Jade, dug up the waterway with his own hands and smiled slyly.

“Blood Jade… your master is coming.”

(End of Chapter)