The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

"Master!"

The surprised Jin Sohyun quickly supported Kang Cheon.

"I'm... fine. The power of no-work... is a power that even I cannot handle. Just unfolding it once like this consumes a tremendous amount of internal energy and mental strength."

Kang Cheon's hand was trembling.

'To think my master would be this exhausted.'

To Jin Sohyun, Kang Cheon was the strongest martial artist he had met in the martial world.

But even the so strong Kang Cheon had vomited blood from his mouth and nose just by unfolding it once.

At the power of the martial art that he could not even dare to imagine, Jin Sohyun shook his head.

"The power of no-work is very dangerous. It seems this lazy third-rate martial artist disciple will never be able to imitate it in his lifetime."

"Sohyun."

"Yes, Master."

"I believe in you."

"No. I don't believe in myself."

"How long do you think this master will live?"

"I think you'll live for another twenty years."

"I can never complete the final realm of the Flying Heaven Ten Swords. But you can."

"I can't. How can I, who can't even reach my master's toes, complete the realm of no-work that even my master couldn't achieve? Don't believe in me."

Kang Cheon's two hands caressed Jin Sohyun's cheeks.

Today, Kang Cheon's hands felt strangely thin.

"Sohyun... cough... cough!"

"Don't overdo it, Master. It seems the realm of no-work is too dangerous. If you just give the order, I will seal it forever."

"This is this master's last request before I die."

"This is my last request in my lifetime."

"You... you... you damn disciple!"

"Aack!!"

The two hands of Kang Cheon, which had seemed weak just a moment ago, grabbed Jin Sohyun's cheeks.

The force was so strong that Jin Sohyun had to feel a pain as if his cheeks were going to be torn off.

"Y-Your disciple's cheeks are going to be torn! Master!"

"If your master tells you to do something, you should do as you're told! Huh!? The children of the Cheon family over there are anxious to become stronger! What are you doing? Huh? What are you doing!"

"It hurts!!"

Kang Cheon shook Jin Sohyun's cheeks for a while longer and then let go.

Thanks to that, Jin Sohyun, whose both cheeks had swollen up, pouted his lips.

"Didn't you say that the teachings were over back then on the mountain?"

"I did. But didn't you become a public enemy of the unorthodox faction because you shook up the Heretic's Path Alliance and the Nameless Pavilion?"

"That's... this is all because of that Namgung uncle..."

"Whatever the reason, you have become a body that can no longer take your feet off the martial world. So there is no other way than to become stronger!"

Although he wanted to deny it, it was as Kang Cheon and Gu Jucheol had said.

Even if Jin Sohyun didn't want to, he had to become stronger.

Only then could he escape from the clutches of the Heretic's Path Alliance and the Nameless Pavilion and regain his original life.

"So... what do I do?"

As Jin Sohyun asked, grumbling, Kang Cheon laughed heartily and then raised his flying sword.

"Put all the internal energy you have into one flying sword."

"What? Then..."

"It's as you guessed."

Kang Cheon put down the flying sword he was holding and said calmly.

"The power of no-work is the power of a single-strike kill. It is a power that contains all of my power, so it can only be used once in a fight."

As he had been taught, Jin Sohyun began to pour all of his power into the flying sword.

At that, the body of the flying sword ran wild and emitted qi in all directions.

Sword qi was created, and then it turned into strong qi and blazed up.

"Control the qi. Think of making the qi you have into a single blade and then pour it into the sword body!"

At the voice of Kang Cheon that was ringing in his head, Jin Sohyun focused his mind.

'Control the qi... condense the internal energy into one point.'

The condensed internal energy seeped into the flying sword.

Wooooong—!

'A little more!'

He poured and poured again.

Now the qi was so condensed that the flying sword could no longer withstand it.

'Was this the reason my master's sword was slow?'

The flying sword, which was full of internal energy, was as heavy as if dozens of iron blocks had been placed on it.

It was the moment Jin Sohyun, who had finally poured all of his internal energy, was about to let out the breath he had been holding.

"No! Focus until the end!"

In the meantime, his mind was briefly distracted, and the flying sword, which was full of his internal energy, began to shake violently.

Drrrrrrrrr—!!

He was distracted by the violently shaking flying sword.

Thanks to that, the internal energy that had been condensed quickly flowed out.

'I can't... control it...'

It was the limit.

Jin Sohyun could no longer hold the flying sword.

At that, Kang Cheon, who had noticed this, quickly snatched the flying sword from his hand.

'Keup!'

The moment he got the flying sword in his hand, Kang Cheon almost collapsed on the spot.

'My goodness.'

His head was dizzy and confused.

The power of the flying sword, into which Jin Sohyun had poured all of his internal energy, was beyond imagination.

'If I let go of the flying sword like this... this whole area will be blown away!'

He quickly looked around.

But there seemed to be no space anywhere that could handle the flying sword that contained Jin Sohyun's rampaging internal energy.

'The sky!'

He raised his head to the empty sky.

But the problem was that the flying sword was too heavy.

'I can't lift it!'

Because he had used up almost all of his internal energy to use the power of no-work just a moment ago, he could not throw the flying sword into the sky.

'I was too hasty. I underestimated Sohyun's power.'

He had thought he could control it enough.

But the power that Jin Sohyun was harboring had exceeded his expectations.

Now there was not much time left.

If he continued like this, the flying sword would fall to the ground and release the power of the great force it contained in all directions.

If that happened, a huge explosion would occur in this area, including Kang Cheon and Jin Sohyun.

'Even if I don't, I have to save Sohyun!'

Kang Cheon took a step.

The moment his left foot touched the ground, it sank.

A huge footprint was left on the ground, which could not withstand the weight.

"Kkeueuk!"

A new shadow was cast in front of Kang Cheon, who was trying to get away from Jin Sohyun somehow.

"What are you doing?"

At the appearance of the man who had suddenly appeared, Kang Cheon opened his mouth.

"It's... dangerous... so get... out of here... at once."

"It's been a while, Elder Kang."

Kang Cheon, who had confirmed the old man's face, frowned.

"I see... you... here."

"That's what I'm saying. But it seems we don't have time, so let's deal with this first."

The old man extended his one and only hand and grabbed the flying sword.

"What should I do with this?"

"The sky... the sky..."

"Hmm!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The old man, who had raised his internal energy in an instant, threw the flying sword into the sky with all his might.

The flying sword, which had flown at a high speed, burst with the condensed qi in the sky.

Kwa—aaang—!!

A huge explosion.

It was truly a magnificent sight.

While the bright light was shining down on his head, the old man said.

"It's been a while. The Ten-Armed Blood Ghost... I should call you the Flying Sword Hero now."

"Call me whatever you want. The title of Ten-Armed Blood Ghost will be more familiar to you. Isn't that so? The Ghost-Faced Revolutionary Sword, Gu Jucheol."

Kang Cheon and Gu Jucheol.

The two old masters who had once shaken the Central Plains had reunited after a long time.

***

"So you're saying it was a slight accident that occurred in the process of giving a new teaching to your disciple?"

"That's right."

Although Kang Cheon answered confidently, his gaze shook slightly.

It was understandable, as the roofs of the buildings that made up the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple had been shattered by the explosion last night.

It wasn't just a part of them, but most of them were shattered or their balance was off.

"Hoo... I understand."

Although it felt unsettling, there was nothing he could do

The opponent was one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains.

Even if it was a lie, there was no way to find out.

"The repair costs..."

"Bill it to the Jin Family of Shanxi. After all, it happened while teaching Sohyun. The Jin Family Head will compensate you generously."

"I understand."

The commotion of last night was settled more smoothly than expected.

However, a new order was given to the instructors who had been scooping up dirt from a nearby mountain all day to fill the pit in the training ground.

"Y-You want us to fix the roof!?"

"Yes."

The instructors looked at the collapsed roofs of the buildings with a blank face.

"You only have to fix ten places. The rest..."

Rumble—!

"Ack! Get out of the way!"

"The ceiling of the dining hall is collapsing!"

"..."

Gwak Myeong could not face the instructors.

"Eleven places..."

Rumble!

"That one is collapsing too!"

"Kyaak! Not there!"

The place that was collapsing was the only bathhouse in the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

The faces of Moyong Susu and Oh Seolhwa, who were covered in bandages, turned ashen.

"Our... our bathhouse..."

Gwak Myeong, who was tearing his hair out, cautiously opened his mouth.

"Twelve..."

"Daoist Temple Master... please stop."

"Every time the Daoist Temple Master speaks, a roof collapses."

The souls had already left the voices of the instructors.

'This is my karma for trying to use the Flying Sword Hero.'

Gwak Myeong had to quietly wipe away his tears, unlike his usual self.

***

The Samjeong Inn, located quite far from the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

O Yoran, who had been waiting for someone in the dining hall on the first floor of the inn, turned her gaze at the sound of the bell that announced a guest.

"You're late."

"Have you been waiting long?"

"Yes."

Kang Cheon sat down in an empty seat.

"Is Sohyun doing well?"

A sense of excitement and impatience was felt in O Yoran's voice.

As a master, she was curious about the well-being of her disciple, Jin Sohyun.

Thanks to that, she had to stay at the Samjeong Inn for several days and wait for Kang Cheon.

"He's doing well."

"I heard a loud noise last night, as if a volcano had erupted. That was your doing, right, Elder?"

"I won't deny it. But there's something more important than that."

Although it was an attitude that seemed to be changing the subject, O Yoran did not bother to ask.

"What is the important thing?"

"The Heretic's Path Alliance and the Nameless Pavilion are after Sohyun's life. It seems they have found out about Sohyun."

"How...?"

O Yoran's white face turned even whiter.

It was not just anyone, but the Heretic's Path Alliance and the Nameless Pavilion.

The two organizations that represented the unorthodox faction were after Jin Sohyun's neck.

No matter how far she had moved away from the martial world, where bloody fights were rampant, O Yoran knew well of their danger.

"Shouldn't we hide Sohyun right now?"

O Yoran's voice trembled.

It was because of the fear of losing her disciple.

"I'm planning to watch."

"What did you say!?"

The angry O Yoran shot up from her seat.

Sparks flew from her eyes.

"Your disciple is about to die, and you're just going to watch!? Is that the attitude of a master?"

"That's right."

"That's it! I never dreamed that Elder Kang, one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains, would be such an irresponsible person! I will protect Sohyun safely myself! This is the duty of a master!"

As O Yoran was about to leave the inn, huffing and puffing, Kang Cheon grabbed her wrist.

"Let go!"

A clear and ringing voice.

As befitting of her title, the Heavenly Sound Hundred Flowers, even her voice was beautiful.

But that was not what was important right now.

"Elder O. This is Sohyun's story."

"What story all of a sudden..."

"All the heroes in history have their own stories, don't they? So this is Sohyun's story. The Heretic's Path Alliance and the Nameless Pavilion are the trials that Sohyun has to overcome, and overcoming these trials is the core of this story."

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm saying that all of this is Sohyun's history. Sohyun's story that unfolds on the stage of the Central Plains. I don't want to interfere with this."

"Interfere! Elder Kang just wants to see Sohyun become the successor of the Flying Heaven Ten Swords and make a name for himself as the number one under heaven!"

There was a sharp edge to O Yoran's voice.

"I can't let Sohyun die because of your selfishness."

"It's not just that."

Tinkle—!

The bell that signified a guest rang again.

And an old man with one arm appeared.

At the appearance of the old man, O Yoran became slightly tense.

"Have we... met before?"

"We have."

The moment she heard his voice, O Yoran felt as if all the blood was draining from her body.

"The Seven Vicious Demons... the Ghost-Faced Revolutionary Sword, Gu Jucheol."

At the voice mixed with hatred, Gu Jucheol made a bitter face.

"It's been a while, Heavenly Sound Hundred Flowers."

(End of Chapter)