The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

"Elder Yeom Ugil has lost contact."

"Yeom Ugil?"

It was an incomprehensible thing.

He was not a person who could be easily defeated by someone, due to his outstanding martial arts skills and cautious personality even within the Gwangjung Faction.

Moreover, the martial artists of the Gwangjung Faction led by Yeom Ugil were all first-rate masters.

If Yeom Ugil had been defeated by someone, there was only one answer.

"It seems the Martial Arts Alliance has stepped in. Indeed... it was strange that the warriors of the Alliance had not been seen until now."

Seo Giltak, the leader of the Gwangjung Faction, felt strange as he hunted the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

It was that the warriors of the Alliance, who should have been guarding them, had not appeared.

Thanks to that, it was not difficult to hunt the next-generation talents of the orthodox faction, who lacked both experience and skill.

"Some of you, find Elder Yeom. Find his corpse, at least."

"Faction Leader!"

At that moment, the martial artists of the Gwangjung Faction appeared from between the forests with pale faces.

"What's wrong?"

"Elder Yeom was killed by the disciple of the Ten-Armed Blood Ghost!"

"The Ten-Armed Blood Ghost?"

"That's right. He's a young man... but he's the disciple of the Ten-Armed Blood Ghost. He handles flying swords freely, and his skills are so extraordinary that dozens of unorthodox faction members have already been defeated."

"The disciple of Kang Cheon... I was wondering why the Heretic's Path Alliance had moved so many people, but now I think I know the reason. Where is that brat now!"

"He's constantly on the move, so we can't pinpoint him."

"Is that so... everyone, scatter and find the disciple of the Ten-Armed Blood Ghost! You don't have to worry about the other brats now. Our target is only, the disciple of Kang Cheon!"

"Yes!"

At the order of the faction leader, the martial artists of the Gwangjung Faction threw their bodies all at once.

Their target was only one.

It was Jin Sohyun, the disciple of the Ten-Armed Blood Ghost, who had killed dozens of unorthodox faction members single-handedly.

***

"No... way."

Hwanghamunju Ju Seokpil could not understand the situation in his head at all.

A whopping fifty of the two hundred martial artists he had led had been defeated.

And that, by only two martial artists.

They had not run away even when they were in front of the martial artists of the Hwangha Sect.

They had just said with a noble appearance.

'Who are you?'

At that, the flustered Ju Seokpil had not felt them worthy of being his opponents and had ordered the martial artists of the Hwangha Sect to attack.

What happened next was a one-sided massacre.

"The White Moon Palace..."

Ju Seokpil realized that the two, a man and a woman, were martial artists of the White Moon Palace.

The handsome man with a cold impression had swung his sword, which held a sharp, cold qi, and had slaughtered the approaching martial artists of the Hwangha Sect.

A one-sided slaughter without a single shred of sympathy or guilt.

Also, the woman with a dazzlingly beautiful appearance had cut down the martial artists with a sword technique that was as brilliant and beautiful as her appearance.

Although their sword techniques were quite different, one thing was similar.

It was that not a single drop of blood had stained their blades.

As if the blood of the martial artists of the Hwangha Sect were unclean, the two, a man and a woman, had not let their swords be stained with their blood.

"This is boring. Are you planning to spend the night like this?"

At Cheon Gaseong's words, Ju Seokpil ground his teeth.

'They don't even have any intention of running away. Are they confident that they can kill all of us!?'

Ju Seokpil fell into thought.

The two children of the White Moon Divine Lord, Cheon Yushin.

If he could just kill them, it would be a great fortune for the Heretic's Path Alliance, but on the contrary, there was a high possibility that it would be a great misfortune for the Hwangha Sect.

'We will have to bear the wrath of the White Moon Palace.'

While Ju Seokpil was calculating on his abacus, Cheon Gaseong said as if he were bored.

"If you have no intention of fighting, get lost."

"You arrogant brat!"

"It's tiring just to be facing trash."

Cheon Gaseong, who had not moved from his spot until now, finally moved his steps.

"Get out of the way."

Cheon Yerang followed behind Cheon Gaseong, and behind them, Yu Useon and one young martial artist followed.

At that, a path was surprisingly created.

The martial artists of the Hwangha Sect did not dare to block them.

Ju Seokpil was angry as he watched Cheon Gaseong walk away confidently, but he did not stop him.

'The Heretic's Path Alliance won't protect us. They'll abandon us like they did with the Silver Signpost Pavilion. There's no need for our sect to bring danger upon itself.'

Ju Seokpil judged that it was more advantageous to let the White Moon Palace go than to catch them.

Ju Seokpil, who had meekly let the four people go, shouted at the remaining martial artists.

"We will attack the rest of the next-generation talents! Move at once!"

Ju Seokpil was in a hurry.

As far as he knew, a whopping eight hundred unorthodox faction members had gone on a hunt to kill the one hundred officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

'At this rate, I might not be able to make a good impression on the Heretic's Path Alliance, let alone make any achievements. And I don't know when the Martial Arts Alliance will step in. There's no time.'

A hunt that had been started, betting the existence of the sect.

If they were to return without any achievements, they would be abandoned by the Heretic's Path Alliance and would have to bear the wrath of the Orthodox Martial World.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Ju Seokpil urged the martial artists and raised his head.

In the sky, which had already turned black, the moon and stars were shining.

***

"Go to that peak over there. There might still be unorthodox faction members, so be careful."

"Thank you!"

"As expected of the Huashan Sect..."

"The Nine Sects are different!"

Oh Seolhwa blushed as she led the surviving officials towards the peak.

'I didn't do anything myself...'

More accurately, she had also been insulted by the suddenly appearing unorthodox faction members and had almost died.

The reason Oh Seolhwa was still alive was thanks to Jin Sohyun, who had been in the same group.

"Is he secretly eating some kind of elixir?"

Oh Seolhwa looked at Jin Sohyun, who was flying at a speed like the wind and scattering flying swords.

"No. His speed has clearly slowed down compared to before."

Until a while ago, Jin Sohyun's speed was such that Oh Seolhwa had to display her movement technique with all her might to barely keep up.

But now, she even had some leeway.

Of course, even in the meantime, Jin Sohyun's flying swords were crossing the empty air.

'How on earth does he see?'

Jin Sohyun was killing his opponents with his flying swords from a distance of at least ten zhang to a maximum of one hundred zhang.

No matter how far the distance was, the power contained in the flying swords did not decrease.

Of course, the unorthodox faction members, who had not expected their approaching deaths, died without even knowing why they were dying.

"...Amazing."

Oh Seolhwa followed Jin Sohyun, feeling a kind of awe.

Meanwhile, Jin Sohyun was having a hard time.

"Heok... heok...!"

His breathing had long since been broken, and his internal energy was hitting rock bottom.

Nevertheless, Jin Sohyun could not stop.

'If I just didn't see it, it would be fine... but since I can see it, I can't just not go!'

To Jin Sohyun, who had opened his Heavenly Eye, the sight of the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple in danger was clearly visible.

Jin Sohyun was not so cruel as to be able to turn away even when he was facing death.

"Damn it! Damn it! Namgung old man, just you wait! I won't stand still this time either!"

Jin Sohyun kicked a thick branch and took out a flying sword and sent it flying.

The flying sword, imbued with the power of wind and flow, drew an elegant curve and flew through the trees as if it were swimming, killing the enemy.

Thump—!

***

"What about the Young Master and the Young Lady?"

"They clashed with a sect called the Hwangha Sect, and they cut down and killed nearly fifty unorthodox faction members on the spot."

"As expected..."

The White Sword Unit Commander, So Wigyeon, finally broke his long silence and got up from his seat.

"White Sword Unit, listen."

At his low and deep voice, the White Sword Unit lined up.

"From now on, I will issue an order to exterminate. Cut down and kill all those who belong to the unorthodox faction. The one who cuts the most heads of the unorthodox faction members will be rewarded."

"Yes."

The fifty members of the White Sword Unit threw their bodies all at once.

The white robes with the silver moon pattern embroidered on them created a white wave.

The place where that wave was heading was the deep forest where the unorthodox faction members were hunting the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

The white-robed martial artists, who resembled the moonlight, moved in that land where darkness had fallen.

So Wigyeon, who had given the order, greeted the guest who had come to see him.

A shabby appearance and clothes that were no different from rags.

At the appearance of the beggar, So Wigyeon conveyed his greetings with an indifferent voice.

"You've come."

"White Sword Unit Commander. It seems we have a lot to talk about. No... no... I have a lot to hear from you."

"Perhaps."

Pal'ungae came over, huffing and puffing, and stood facing So Wigyeon.

He was not empty-handed.

The beating stick held in his right hand exuded a sinister aura.

Although it was an aura that seemed as if it would break his head at any moment, So Wigyeon was calm.

"Sit."

He sat down naturally, and Pal'ungae sat down with the beating stick in his hand.

"We believed in the White Moon Palace, and we believed in the White Sword Unit they sent. But... you have betrayed the Orthodox Martial World."

"Pavilion Master Pal."

"Speak."

"There was something the Palace Lord said to me. It is a chaotic world that creates a hero, and it is a hot heat that can even melt steel that creates a sword. What we need now is a hero who will pacify the chaotic world and a sword that can cut down any enemy in one breath."

So Wigyeon continued calmly.

"Those who do not know death cannot understand death. It is the same for the young and inexperienced martial artists who have entered the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple. The martial world is a ruthless place. If they truly want to become a special sword, they will have to be able to understand death."

"So! You're saying you drove the immature next-generation talents into a corner!?"

"The weak will die. The strong will survive. And among them, a hero will be born, and he will pacify the chaotic world that will soon occur."

"You're completely mad!"

Pal'ungae, who had shot up from his seat, shouted, unable to contain his excitement.

"I will surely hold the White Moon Palace responsible for this!"

He said with a low voice that was different from before.

"The deaths of those children... are not something that you or the White Moon Palace can decide."

At these words, Pal'ungae returned the way he had come, and So Wigyeon smiled lightly and stroked his sword hilt.

"The life and death of all humans... are not something that one can decide for oneself. Especially in the martial world."

So Wigyeon stroked his sword hilt and looked at the forest, which was rampant with the smell of blood, with a ruthless gaze.

***

"Heok... heok... haaa..."

His hands and feet were trembling wildly, and his breathing was not just disturbed, but he was on the verge of hyperventilating.

The flying swords, which had been as light as a feather, were now as heavy as an iron club.

Oh Seolhwa, who no longer had the strength to retrieve the flying swords, had to go and pick them up instead.

"Young Hero Jin."

Oh Seolhwa, who could not stand it any longer, grabbed Jin Sohyun.

At that, Jin Sohyun's body staggered.

"Please stop now. The Young Hero has done as much as he can."

"Not yet... not yet... I haven't found Siu."

Oh Seolhwa recalled that Jin Sohyun had been looking for Siu until now.

"Young Lady Si..."

What were the chances that a girl who didn't know martial arts would survive from the unorthodox faction members who had gone out to hunt them?

Oh Seolhwa thought that Siu was already dead.

'If, by any chance, Young Hero Jin were to find Young Lady Si's corpse...'

Just thinking about it, a terrible result would surely occur.

Oh Seolhwa tried to erase the bad thoughts from her mind.

"For now, just rest a little. I'll go and look around!"

Oh Seolhwa forcibly dragged Jin Sohyun and put him down under a tree, and then looked around.

'I can't do it like Young Hero Jin.'

Unlike Jin Sohyun, who could find a person from a hundred zhang away, Oh Seolhwa did not have such an ability.

She had no choice but to run on her own two feet.

"I'll be back in a moment!"

Oh Seolhwa disappeared, displaying her movement technique to find another person.

Jin Sohyun, who had finally gotten a chance to catch his breath, tried to recover his internal energy while catching his breath.

At that moment, Jin Sohyun's head turned.

"Ah."

An unexpected person appeared, bathed in the moonlight.

(End of Chapter)