The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

At Song'u's thunderous shout, Jin Sohyun and Cheon Yerang stopped their movements.

The two looked at Song'u with puzzled expressions at the same time.

He was staring at Jin Sohyun with a pale face.

Doryang, who was as flustered as the others, asked cautiously.

"What's wrong?"

Despite Doryang's question, Song'u, who was staring at Jin Sohyun's hand with wide eyes, approached him.

"May I have a word with you for a moment?"

Although his voice was gentle, a silent pressure could be felt within it.

Jin Sohyun, who had withdrawn his hand, nodded his head.

"Yes."

"Then this way."

As Song'u called Jin Sohyun separately and left the training ground, the rest of the officials could only stare at the backs of the two with puzzled expressions.

At the sight of the receding Jin Sohyun, Siu chewed her lip anxiously.

"Young Master..."

Having left the training ground and arrived at a place where people's gazes could not reach, Song'u turned around and faced Jin Sohyun squarely.

"What did you just do?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"I'm asking what the Young Hero just did to Young Lady Cheon."

"You told me to subdue her wrist. So I was trying to subdue it."

Song'u extended his wrist to Jin Sohyun.

"Will you try the same thing on me?"

Jin Sohyun, who was blinking, not knowing the reason, raised his hand.

Soon, his hand left countless afterimages and then snatched Song'u's wrist.

'This is definitely!'

Song'u said, unable to hide his agitation.

"The Golden Grasp technique of the Maitreya Three Heavens Solution... how do you know this?"

"You showed me."

As Jin Sohyun answered lightly, Song'u became even more confused.

"Is that all?"

"Is there anything more needed?"

Jin Sohyun was rather confident.

Song'u pulled his wrist from him and then extended his wrist again.

"Will you show me one more time?"

Although Jin Sohyun was very annoyed, he snatched Song'u's wrist one more time.

This time too, his hand went through many changes and blocked all of Song'u's escape routes.

'It's certain. The depth is incomparable, but the form is the same.'

He had not mastered the hidden subtleties contained in the Maitreya Three Heavens Solution.

But the form was the same.

Also, since the speed was very fast, it was difficult to find an opening in Jin Sohyun's Golden Grasp, even though it did not contain the subtleties.

'You're saying he imitated the Maitreya Three Heavens Solution just by seeing it once?'

Song'u was so confused that his head was dizzy.

He had never even heard of someone who could imitate a martial art just by seeing it once.

'There is only one way to confirm this.'

Song'u raised both hands.

Soon, the fingers of both hands met at their tips, forming a triangle.

"This is the final move of the Maitreya Three Heavens Solution. The Three Thousand Guiding Hands. Please watch carefully, Young Hero Jin."

As per Song'u's advice, Jin Sohyun focused and watched his movements.

Soon, Song'u's two hands each drew a circle.

And in the next moment, Song'u's two hands brushed past Jin Sohyun's two wrists, forearms, elbows, and then his shoulders, chest, solar plexus, and abdomen.

Although the process itself was long, it took only a short time, enough to be called a moment, for all of this to be accomplished.

Looking at Song'u's hands, which had formed a triangle again at some point, Jin Sohyun opened his mouth slightly and admired.

"That's amazing."

Jin Sohyun was genuinely surprised.

In a very short moment, Song'u's two hands had subdued Jin Sohyun's entire upper body in an instant.

It was not just subduing the wrists, but subduing and controlling the entire body.

"Can you imitate it this time too?"

"This one is a little difficult."

Jin Sohyun gathered his two hands and drew a triangle, just as Song'u had done.

Following that, his two hands drew a circle and then brushed past Song'u's two wrists, shoulders, and upper body, just as he had done to him.

This time too, everything was accomplished in a short moment, enough to be called a moment.

"As expected... I can't do it like a monk."

Although Jin Sohyun licked his lips as if he were disappointed, Song'u's reaction was different.

'He imitated all the forms exactly! How is this possible?'

To imitate another's martial art, one had to have a fast eye to see through it, an amazing memory, and the physical ability to perform it.

And Jin Sohyun had all of these.

Since he had remembered the form and had imitated it exactly, if he were to add the hidden subtleties to this, Jin Sohyun would be able to display the Maitreya Three Heavens Solution with ease.

Gulp—!

Song'u, who had swallowed dryly, felt a chill run down his spine.

'If this person puts his mind to it, he can steal the martial arts of all the martial artists gathered at the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.'

Although it was impossible for a martial art that had only stolen the form to display its proper power, the problem was that just by stealing the form, one could grasp the strengths and weaknesses of the opponent's martial art.

Also, one could create a new martial art by changing the form.

Moreover, at the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, there were not only martial artists from minor sects, but also martial artists from the Nine Sects and Five Families, and even martial artists from the White Moon Palace.

'What should I do about this?'

As Song'u looked at him with complicated eyes, Jin Sohyun felt uneasy for some reason.

'I've seen that look somewhere before.'

Jin Sohyun was not a fool.

Realizing that he had made a mistake, he frowned slightly.

"Then, may I go back now?"

"You may."

As Song'u, who had come to his senses late, meekly let him go, Jin Sohyun immediately turned his body towards the training ground.

'From now on, let's not do anything that stands out.'

Whenever he did something that stood out, he would attract people's attention.

Hadn't it been the same at the Namgung Family?

Namgung Muhyeok had been desperate to keep Jin Sohyun by his side somehow.

He had even secretly given him a benefactor's plaque so that their connection would not be broken.

Jin Sohyun, who had found all of this troublesome, steeled his heart once again.

"Let's live like air, as if I'm there but not there!"

***

"Keuheueu."

Late at dawn.

A middle-aged man, who had finished his drinking session as usual, staggered down the street with a bottle of wine hanging from one hand.

The moon in the sky, which had not a single cloud, was bright today.

The middle-aged man, who had been leisurely swimming through the drunken world, staggering for a long time, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"I thought the wine tasted good today... a night guest has come."

The middle-aged man's gaze turned to his back.

A man was standing there.

He looked young, as if he had just passed adulthood.

"Now that I see, you had no intention of hiding your presence from the beginning. So, what business do you have with this Go Yeojeok?"

At Go Yeojeok's question, the man placed his hand on the sword stuck in his waistband.

At that, Go Yeojeok smiled lightly.

"For an assassin, you're quite bold, so I thought you weren't one... do the brats who live by the sword these days not even bother to erase their presence?"

Go Yeojeok said this and placed his arm on the saber stuck in his waistband.

Soon, a hazy steam began to rise from his body.

The drunkenness evaporated in an instant.

Now, Go Yeojeok's pupils were unwavering, and a pressure that was reminiscent of Mount Tai dominated the area.

"Do you know who I am?"

"The Strong Mountain Saber, Go Yeojeok."

"You seem to know me well. If you tell me who sent you, I'll let you live. Of course... you'll have to give up one arm."

"There's no time to be talking. Draw your saber."

The man drew his sword.

His blade, which had received the cold moonlight, was as red as freshly shed blood.

Go Yeojeok's face hardened as he looked at the man's blade, which was emitting an ominous blood-red light.

"You have a truly ominous sword."

"I told you. There's no time to be talking."

"Hehehehaha!! Looking at your eyes, you're a brat who shouldn't be left alive. This Go Yeojeok will personally reap the seeds of a great demon."

Go Yeojeok, who had drawn his saber, rushed in front of the man in just two steps.

'The Strong Mountain Saber, Go Yeojeok. The saber technique he uses is the Nine Mountains Great Saber Technique. A linear and aggressive saber technique with only real moves, without any variations or feints.'

The man recalled Go Yeojeok's information in his head and stared straight at his saber, which was approaching as if it would split his head in two.

Go Yeojeok was a strong person who had a strong martial art and internal energy, as much as his fame known in the Central Plains.

The man tilted the tip of his sword and deflected Go Yeojeok's saber.

Go Yeojeok's saber, which had lost its target, hit the innocent ground.

Kwagagagang—!!

The ground was gouged and exploded, and the pieces of stone that flew out scattered in all directions.

'He deflected my saber!?'

Go Yeojeok was greatly flustered and faced the man.

"Is this all you've got? I'm disappointed."

"You brat!!"

Realizing that the man was not an ordinary swordsman, Go Yeojeok strongly drew up his internal energy.

"You won't die a pretty death!"

Go Yeojeok's saber, which was going all out, created a sharp sword wind and pressed the man.

The swords and sabers of the two began to fight fiercely, clashing loudly, and the sword and saber qi bounced off in all directions.

"Heup!"

Go Yeojeok's blade, which had gone all out, strongly pressed the man.

As his saber, which had no variations, strongly pressed down, the man's body staggered greatly.

"Tell me before your body is split in two! Who sent you!"

"Who... sent... me?"

"Yes!!"

"No one sent me."

Grind—!!

Go Yeojeok's saber, which had seemed as if it would split the man in two at any moment, slowly began to be pushed back.

'What kind of power is this!?'

Go Yeojeok's face, who had never even imagined that he would be pushed back in terms of strength, turned pale.

"Death has just come to find you."

"Who on earth are you..."

Go Yeojeok could not hear the answer to his question.

It was because the man's sword, which was flashing with a blood-red light, had pierced his heart in one strike.

Thump!

The sword, which had accurately pierced his heart, began to suck in Go Yeojeok's blood.

Go Yeojeok could not even resist, with his mouth agape, and had all his blood sucked out.

Soon, Go Yeojeok, who had lost almost all the blood in his body, collapsed with a hideous appearance, with only his bones and skin left.

"Hoo."

The man, who had pulled his sword from Go Yeojeok's corpse, stared at his blood flowing down the sword.

The grayish jade at the end of the sword hilt slowly shone with a red light and then returned to its original color.

"Is this all Go Yeojeok is?"

The man, Ma Seongun, looked at the Bloodstone Bright Sword he was holding in his hand with a peculiar eye and then pushed it into its scabbard.

Originally, Go Yeojeok was a martial artist who would have played a big role in the war between the Martial Arts Alliance and the Heretic's Path Alliance that would occur in the future.

But he had met an early death due to a changed fate.

Ma Seongun disappeared, pushing himself into the darkness, as he recalled the strong people of the Central Plains.

"This is the fifth time already."

"The deceased?"

"From what we have gathered, it is Elder Go Yeojeok of the Strong Mountain Saber."

"The Strong Mountain Saber? Damn it!"

Gu Yong massaged his temples and frowned.

The Strong Mountain Saber, Go Yeojeok, was a martial artist whom even Gu Yong had met in person. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Go Yeojeok, who had single-handedly killed the demons called the Three Monsters of Henan at an early age and had quickly gained fame, was a man who had since then won numerous fights and had made a name for himself as a master of the martial world.

Gu Yong slowly walked around the deceased Go Yeojeok's corpse and its surroundings.

'It seems to have been a fierce fight...'

Gu Yong, who had walked in front of the corpse and had bent his knees, checked the corpse of Go Yeojeok, which was as dry as a dead tree.

Besides the stab wound that had pierced his heart, Go Yeojeok had no other injuries.

"The fight was ended with a single blow."

'Did he want to check Go Yeojeok's level? Why would a master who could kill Go Yeojeok in one strike drag out the time? It wouldn't be an assassin. There would be no reason to fight so loudly.'

Gu Yong drew the fight at that time in his head and examined his corpse in detail.

"And why is the state of the corpse like this? This is similar to... the Star-Sucking Great Art of the Ming Cult, but it's different."

If the Star-Sucking Great Art of the Ming Cult in the past was a demonic art that stole the opponent's internal energy, the unidentified evil art that had made Go Yeojeok like this seemed to have stolen his blood.

"You're saying it's a blood-sucking qi art?"

Gu Yong's head was so complicated that he couldn't organize it at all.

"At first, the next-generation talents were dying, and now the masters of the orthodox faction are dying."

Where did it go wrong?

Gu Yong, who had been holding his head, snapped his head up.

"What should we do?"

As the Yellow-Clad Beggars following him asked, Gu Yong said.

"There's no end to looking for the branches. We have to find the root."

Gu Yong knew the root, but he could not reach it.

"We need someone who can approach the root. You all, go and find Elder Bi at once. Only he can reach the root."

A part of the Yellow-Clad Beggars, who had received the order, ran off in a hurry.

To find the number one divine thief in the Central Plains, Bieunggaek.

(End of Chapter)